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Like some victims I knew the identity of my rapist but his friends, family and most of his colleagues would never have believed it of him. To all outwards appearances he was urbane and well educated, always there for others, ready to give help or advise as requested. However, below this façade was a cruel, sadistic, man.
The first time I was raped came out of the blue, I had been asleep, dreaming pleasant dreams of a beautiful golden beach and the clearest blue water. I awoke in agony, disorientated, with my face pressed suffocatingly into a pillow as I was brutally sodomized. I was too shocked to struggle, to cry out or react in any way and it was over as suddenly as it had started. Afterwards I just lay there numb and unable to think, aware only of straining to hear him in the quietness of the night. Eventually I gently touched between my buttocks, slowly, tenderly and my hand came away wet. Was it my blood or the remnants of his pleasure? I had no idea and it was too dark to tell. I didn?t sleep again that night even after I could no longer hear anything.
In the morning I headed for the shower as quickly as I could, surprised to discover that, while tender, I was still able to walk fairly normally. While under the shower I took stock of my situation. I felt that no one would help me, there was nobody who I would tell. I was helpless and afraid, trapped in a situation of my own making, wondering how I would endure this living nightmare.
Everyone greeted me normally that day, my nightmare didn?t show outwardly and I acted as usual in their presence. He?d obviously boasted about this to two of his closest pals who openly leered at me and patted me on the backside when I passed them. This got people talking but still nobody approached me to ask what was happening. They all suspected and didn?t get involved, it was the safest way and then it was the end of the day again. The next several nights I lay awake, listening for his approach but he didn?t come near me and eventually exhaustion overcame me and I had to sleep as well.
Nothing happened for over a month and I had become less wary of him and careless. The next episode happened in the kitchen. I had just shut the fridge door and I turned round to be confronted by him and his two pals. I knew immediately, intuitively, from their stance and their looks what was about to happen and there was nowhere I could go. I lunged at him and managed to grab him by the throat but that was a pointless gesture as his friends laughingly pulled me off him. I struggled against their grip and lashed out with my feet but a swift kick to my groin immediately stopped me in my tracks and I crumpled, still upright only because they hadn?t let me drop.
I was dragged across the room and bent over a table. His pals held my shoulders flat to the surface and a towel was stuffed in my mouth while he quickly tore down my trousers and underwear and his own. This time while I was being brutally sodomized my torso was lifted slightly off the table so the freak could stoke my nipples, while he grunted and put on a show for his friends. Considering what was happening this was a tenderlike caress, one I would have enjoyed from my girlfriend but that was over now. I would never be able to enjoy that pleasure again as it would forever be associated with this act of rape.
Again it was over quickly and they left the kitchen almost casually. I slowly put my clothing together as other people started to enter the kitchen and not a word was spoken as they led me to a seat. Someone pushed a drink into my hands and told me to stay there for a while. I giggled to myself as the thought that my rapists? wife could not be very satisfied if he was unable to pace himself any better and I struggled to control the hysteria that was bubbling very close to the surface of my emotions.
Six months, that is all I had been sentenced for, six lousy months. That?s okay, I?d thought, no problem serving out that prison term. I had four more to go in this backwater jail where the death toll was unusually high. The prison warden was in total control and had decided that I was to be his latest plaything so now I figured I had only four months left to live.
The first time I was raped came out of the blue, I had been asleep, dreaming pleasant dreams of a beautiful golden beach and the clearest blue water. I awoke in agony, disorientated, with my face pressed suffocatingly into a pillow as I was brutally sodomized. I was too shocked to struggle, to cry out or react in any way and it was over as suddenly as it had started. Afterwards I just lay there numb and unable to think, aware only of straining to hear him in the quietness of the night. Eventually I gently touched between my buttocks, slowly, tenderly and my hand came away wet. Was it my blood or the remnants of his pleasure? I had no idea and it was too dark to tell. I didn?t sleep again that night even after I could no longer hear anything.
In the morning I headed for the shower as quickly as I could, surprised to discover that, while tender, I was still able to walk fairly normally. While under the shower I took stock of my situation. I felt that no one would help me, there was nobody who I would tell. I was helpless and afraid, trapped in a situation of my own making, wondering how I would endure this living nightmare.
Everyone greeted me normally that day, my nightmare didn?t show outwardly and I acted as usual in their presence. He?d obviously boasted about this to two of his closest pals who openly leered at me and patted me on the backside when I passed them. This got people talking but still nobody approached me to ask what was happening. They all suspected and didn?t get involved, it was the safest way and then it was the end of the day again. The next several nights I lay awake, listening for his approach but he didn?t come near me and eventually exhaustion overcame me and I had to sleep as well.
Nothing happened for over a month and I had become less wary of him and careless. The next episode happened in the kitchen. I had just shut the fridge door and I turned round to be confronted by him and his two pals. I knew immediately, intuitively, from their stance and their looks what was about to happen and there was nowhere I could go. I lunged at him and managed to grab him by the throat but that was a pointless gesture as his friends laughingly pulled me off him. I struggled against their grip and lashed out with my feet but a swift kick to my groin immediately stopped me in my tracks and I crumpled, still upright only because they hadn?t let me drop.
I was dragged across the room and bent over a table. His pals held my shoulders flat to the surface and a towel was stuffed in my mouth while he quickly tore down my trousers and underwear and his own. This time while I was being brutally sodomized my torso was lifted slightly off the table so the freak could stoke my nipples, while he grunted and put on a show for his friends. Considering what was happening this was a tenderlike caress, one I would have enjoyed from my girlfriend but that was over now. I would never be able to enjoy that pleasure again as it would forever be associated with this act of rape.
Again it was over quickly and they left the kitchen almost casually. I slowly put my clothing together as other people started to enter the kitchen and not a word was spoken as they led me to a seat. Someone pushed a drink into my hands and told me to stay there for a while. I giggled to myself as the thought that my rapists? wife could not be very satisfied if he was unable to pace himself any better and I struggled to control the hysteria that was bubbling very close to the surface of my emotions.
Six months, that is all I had been sentenced for, six lousy months. That?s okay, I?d thought, no problem serving out that prison term. I had four more to go in this backwater jail where the death toll was unusually high. The prison warden was in total control and had decided that I was to be his latest plaything so now I figured I had only four months left to live.
Disturbing indeed, didn't expect the victiom was a man, until I saw the bit about the girlfriend. Still very good.
Disturbing.
Pleased you found it disturbing. I never saw all of Scum, just the odd scene, as someone told me there was a bad rape scene in it and I really, really, do not like watching any rape scene put on film.
Considering some of the small stories I have written that is very strange.
Considering some of the small stories I have written that is very strange.
Disturbing. The second assault reminded me of a similar scene in "Scum" [the film] - eeesshh. Good one :)
Argghhh - I didn't, honest.
It is all okay in Word and it cut and paste into the message box okay. I did it again to check and it is all reads correctly. Somewhere between hitting the 'post this message' button and it posting on the forum all the apostrophes became question marks.
Very, very weird.
It is all okay in Word and it cut and paste into the message box okay. I did it again to check and it is all reads correctly. Somewhere between hitting the 'post this message' button and it posting on the forum all the apostrophes became question marks.
Very, very weird.
Good story. But why did you put question marks?
Like some victims I knew the identity of my rapist but his friends, family and most of his colleagues would never have believed it of him. To all outwards appearances he was urbane and well educated, always there for others, ready to give help or advise as requested. However, below this façade was a cruel, sadistic, man.
The first time I was raped came out of the blue, I had been asleep, dreaming pleasant dreams of a beautiful golden beach and the clearest blue water. I awoke in agony, disorientated, with my face pressed suffocatingly into a pillow as I was brutally sodomized. I was too shocked to struggle, to cry out or react in any way and it was over as suddenly as it had started. Afterwards I just lay there numb and unable to think, aware only of straining to hear him in the quietness of the night. Eventually I gently touched between my buttocks, slowly, tenderly and my hand came away wet. Was it my blood or the remnants of his pleasure? I had no idea and it was too dark to tell. I didn?t sleep again that night even after I could no longer hear anything.
In the morning I headed for the shower as quickly as I could, surprised to discover that, while tender, I was still able to walk fairly normally. While under the shower I took stock of my situation. I felt that no one would help me, there was nobody who I would tell. I was helpless and afraid, trapped in a situation of my own making, wondering how I would endure this living nightmare.
Everyone greeted me normally that day, my nightmare didn?t show outwardly and I acted as usual in their presence. He?d obviously boasted about this to two of his closest pals who openly leered at me and patted me on the backside when I passed them. This got people talking but still nobody approached me to ask what was happening. They all suspected and didn?t get involved, it was the safest way and then it was the end of the day again. The next several nights I lay awake, listening for his approach but he didn?t come near me and eventually exhaustion overcame me and I had to sleep as well.
Nothing happened for over a month and I had become less wary of him and careless. The next episode happened in the kitchen. I had just shut the fridge door and I turned round to be confronted by him and his two pals. I knew immediately, intuitively, from their stance and their looks what was about to happen and there was nowhere I could go. I lunged at him and managed to grab him by the throat but that was a pointless gesture as his friends laughingly pulled me off him. I struggled against their grip and lashed out with my feet but a swift kick to my groin immediately stopped me in my tracks and I crumpled, still upright only because they hadn?t let me drop.
I was dragged across the room and bent over a table. His pals held my shoulders flat to the surface and a towel was stuffed in my mouth while he quickly tore down my trousers and underwear and his own. This time while I was being brutally sodomized my torso was lifted slightly off the table so the freak could stoke my nipples, while he grunted and put on a show for his friends. Considering what was happening this was a tenderlike caress, one I would have enjoyed from my girlfriend but that was over now. I would never be able to enjoy that pleasure again as it would forever be associated with this act of rape.
Again it was over quickly and they left the kitchen almost casually. I slowly put my clothing together as other people started to enter the kitchen and not a word was spoken as they led me to a seat. Someone pushed a drink into my hands and told me to stay there for a while. I giggled to myself as the thought that my rapists? wife could not be very satisfied if he was unable to pace himself any better and I struggled to control the hysteria that was bubbling very close to the surface of my emotions.
Six months, that is all I had been sentenced for, six lousy months. That?s okay, I?d thought, no problem serving out that prison term. I had four more to go in this backwater jail where the death toll was unusually high. The prison warden was in total control and had decided that I was to be his latest plaything so now I figured I had only four months left to live.
The first time I was raped came out of the blue, I had been asleep, dreaming pleasant dreams of a beautiful golden beach and the clearest blue water. I awoke in agony, disorientated, with my face pressed suffocatingly into a pillow as I was brutally sodomized. I was too shocked to struggle, to cry out or react in any way and it was over as suddenly as it had started. Afterwards I just lay there numb and unable to think, aware only of straining to hear him in the quietness of the night. Eventually I gently touched between my buttocks, slowly, tenderly and my hand came away wet. Was it my blood or the remnants of his pleasure? I had no idea and it was too dark to tell. I didn?t sleep again that night even after I could no longer hear anything.
In the morning I headed for the shower as quickly as I could, surprised to discover that, while tender, I was still able to walk fairly normally. While under the shower I took stock of my situation. I felt that no one would help me, there was nobody who I would tell. I was helpless and afraid, trapped in a situation of my own making, wondering how I would endure this living nightmare.
Everyone greeted me normally that day, my nightmare didn?t show outwardly and I acted as usual in their presence. He?d obviously boasted about this to two of his closest pals who openly leered at me and patted me on the backside when I passed them. This got people talking but still nobody approached me to ask what was happening. They all suspected and didn?t get involved, it was the safest way and then it was the end of the day again. The next several nights I lay awake, listening for his approach but he didn?t come near me and eventually exhaustion overcame me and I had to sleep as well.
Nothing happened for over a month and I had become less wary of him and careless. The next episode happened in the kitchen. I had just shut the fridge door and I turned round to be confronted by him and his two pals. I knew immediately, intuitively, from their stance and their looks what was about to happen and there was nowhere I could go. I lunged at him and managed to grab him by the throat but that was a pointless gesture as his friends laughingly pulled me off him. I struggled against their grip and lashed out with my feet but a swift kick to my groin immediately stopped me in my tracks and I crumpled, still upright only because they hadn?t let me drop.
I was dragged across the room and bent over a table. His pals held my shoulders flat to the surface and a towel was stuffed in my mouth while he quickly tore down my trousers and underwear and his own. This time while I was being brutally sodomized my torso was lifted slightly off the table so the freak could stoke my nipples, while he grunted and put on a show for his friends. Considering what was happening this was a tenderlike caress, one I would have enjoyed from my girlfriend but that was over now. I would never be able to enjoy that pleasure again as it would forever be associated with this act of rape.
Again it was over quickly and they left the kitchen almost casually. I slowly put my clothing together as other people started to enter the kitchen and not a word was spoken as they led me to a seat. Someone pushed a drink into my hands and told me to stay there for a while. I giggled to myself as the thought that my rapists? wife could not be very satisfied if he was unable to pace himself any better and I struggled to control the hysteria that was bubbling very close to the surface of my emotions.
Six months, that is all I had been sentenced for, six lousy months. That?s okay, I?d thought, no problem serving out that prison term. I had four more to go in this backwater jail where the death toll was unusually high. The prison warden was in total control and had decided that I was to be his latest plaything so now I figured I had only four months left to live.