slut-problems: “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he screamed, his hand…

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“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he screamed, his hand over my
mouth, his cock fucking me savagely. This date had not ended up the way I had
planned. He had invited me up to his apartment on the third floor and I’d
accepted. He had kissed me deeply and he began to remove my shirt when I told
him no. I told him I wasn’t ready for this yet. I wanted to get to know him
better. He went back to kissing me and then his hand was up my skirt, trying to
find a way into my panties.

“No, not yet,” I said.

“When?” he asked me

“I’m just not ready yet,” I said.

“Not ready for what?” he asked as he shoved his hand back up
my skirt and pulled my panties down until I heard them rip. Oh my god, he was so strong. His fingers
viciously thrust into my pussy. He pushed two in as far as he could.

“STOP!” I screamed.

“You want me to stop, you little slut? I know why you wore
this skirt. I know you want to get that pussy FUCKED.” He pushed me back onto a
chair just as I began to cry. He pulled my skirt off and then my shirt. He
unhooked my bra and his mouth was on my nipples. “Your body is amazing, slut.”

“Fuck you!” I whimpered. He pulled his cock out. It was huge
and it was hard. I’d never had a cock that big inside me. I began to sob
heavily, shuddering with gut wrenching, heaving cries.

“Now it’s time, slut. Time to take some cock,” he smiled
wickedly as he simultaneously held my legs apart and pushed his hard cock into
me. I immediately began to howl. My screams echoed through the apartment
building. I screamed and screamed. His hand clamped over my mouth.

“You wanna PLAY? You wanna play with me, bitch? Lets play,
then!” That’s when he absolutely began to hammer me with his huge dick. It hurt
so badly ripping through my tiny little hole and it made a sick, slapping noise
as his balls smacked against my pussy. He was hitting something deep inside me,
and it hurt so badly I tried my best to back myself away from his cock, but he
held me down, held his hand on my face.

I began to bite his hand, but it’s like he couldn’t feel it.
He just kept pounding me with his cock.

“Your stupid cunt feels so perfect, slut,” he said right
before he came. He grunted and moaned. “Fucking slut!” he said as he finished.

Then all was still. My insides felt like tenderized meat,
they felt bruised and battered.

Now what? How do I get
out of here?
I took inventory of the layout. I spotted the front door. As
soon as he let go of my face and had his cock pulled out I jumped up and
sprinted for the door. I ran right out the door, butt ass naked. I ran as fast
as I could through the complex until I ran right into a family of four.

“Please! Help me?” The lady grabbed me by the arm and led me
to her apartment. From there she placed a robe over my nakedness and called the
cops.

That asshole got six months in jail and a fine. That’s it.
That’s all.

I got a lifetime of being fucked up. The way I reacted to my
rape was odd. It made me seek out experiences where men treated me like a rape
object. I sought out men who would hurt me and fuck me like I was nothing more
than a piece of meat with three holes. I’m fucked up now, damaged. So I seek to
keep reliving my trauma, trying to master it, to be in control. Someday I may
get over it, but until then I’m looking for a series of men to “rape” me. They
need to be mean and hateful and the bigger their cocks the better.

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