NIGHT SURPRISE
rape snuff  M F

    Half asleep, half-awake and not sure about which state is real. Dark room, quiet, some unknown feeling intruding upon sleep. I hang somewhere between and drift. A blow to the side of my head stuns me and before I recover, my hands are secured to the headboard of my bed. The blurred vision clears just in time to see a shadow descend over me. A solid, heavy shadow, pinning me to my mattress, hard rough hands groping my body. My legs are forced apart as the mass of is body settles between them. This has to be a dream, no a nightmare, I try to scream but the hand on my mouth stifles any noise from me. The other hand spreads something cool and slippery on my crotch and guides the actual tool used to take me in. He slips in surprisingly easy and with only a small amount of pain. Large, he is large, larger than any before. Longer too, he plumbs to depths largely untouched by my few lovers. The pain gets more intense as he begins to pound in earnest and the still dry tissues deep in me tear from the savage rape. Each impact drives the air from my lungs and sends waves of pain ripping through me. His hand leaves my mouth and I try to vocalize what I think and feel. The cries of help and no, of stop and please come to life as unformed and low grunts and whimpers.  He is making similar sounds and to anybody listening it must sound like we both are held in the throes of passion. There is no passion here, I am trying to fight for my life and the control of my body, he is in the grip of anger and the thing I am being forced to accept into my body is not the loving flesh that it is meant to be but a weapon used to harm and sully and ruin. He speeds up and I pray he will finish soon and leave. He changes position just as I feel him reach his climax, not orgasm for that implies something that this is not, climax as in the end of a battle or the worst part of a horror. Just as the very first spurt of his seed hits my inner walls and while I think about pregnancy and AIDS his fist descends and strikes me just above my right breast. 
    The blow drives the air from my body. Another strikes on the side of my breast and still one more just below. Each one seems to be followed by some odd sort of feeling that I try to understand. A fourth one lands just under my ribs. Something wet sprays my face and I taste blood. Before I can think of what blood means the lights from a passing car illuminate the room just long enough to see a flash of something in the hand that plunges down to impact lower on my stomach. This time I feel the soft skin resist before it gives way and accepts the knife into my body. My god, he has a knife, he is killing me. The hand rises and falls too many times to count. Each time inflicting another wound. I try to scream but a mixture of air and blood comes forth instead of the cry for life I planned. I cough as it runs back down my throat. My pulse pounds in my ears, harder and faster until it drowns out the hollow thumps of his fist as he strikes repeatedly. Somehow, I still feel him in me, he has stopped coming and is larger than ever. Still hammering his way into me, one thrust for each knife strike, push and stab, push and stab. It is getting darker and my body and all that is happening to it seems to be moving farther away. I still feel it but it feels more like a memory that the real horror that my life, no my death has become. Now I realize that I am to die here. Die in my own bed with a stranger’s body covering and entering mine. Die from the stab wounds inflected as he rapes me both with flesh and with steel. All my feelings are now centered on the need for air and the pounding in my crotch. Will I live long enough for him to finish or will he spend himself into a dead body. Somehow, it feels important to outlive the rape and I rejoice as I feel the second spray as it coats my insides. He stops hitting me and rolls back to relive me of his weight. My chest stills feels too heavy and it in no longer worth the struggle to breath. I have outlasted him and I settle into the waiting dark and quiet.