This is a work of erotic fiction.  This work may contain description of sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults and children (both consensual and non-consensual).  If you are turned off by such works, leave now. 

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Raped

She moaned as the penis penetrated her vagina. It was hard, firm and demanding. Although she was well lubricated, it had to force its way through, expanding her folds and opening her out. It started pumping in and out of her slowly. She tried to pump back by arching her back, but something held her back. She tried a few more times and then gave up. She collapsed back on to her bed and let the intruder violate her. She relaxed and her vaginal muscles opened up, giving the intruder a smoother ride and in the process heightening her sensations. Her breath began to come it short gasps. No matter how much air she took in, it seemed not to be enough. Soon she was breathless and panting. The intruder had increased his tempo and it kept going faster. Soon the pounding was a blur. She couldn’t tell one thrust from the next. She began screaming as her orgasm began to build. It seemed to last for ever. Soon she was completely out of breath and the screams would come no more. But her orgasm continued. It went on and on and on. Tears of frustration began to flow down her cheeks as she was unable to find and outlet to express her pleasure. 

Then just as suddenly as it all began it was over. Reena opened her eyes and lay in her bed all alone, bathed in her sweat. She let her body regain control of itself and then sat up looking around. The house was quiet, actually quieter than quiet. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She let the cold shower wash over her naked body. 

As she bathed she felt the cold glare on her back and she turned around. But there was nobody there. She was alone. Her hair stood on end and a shiver ran down her spine.

“Hello?” she asked the empty bathroom.

She stepped away from the shower and grabbed the towel. She dried herself and walked out into the bedroom. The cold blast from the A/C hit her straight on. She picked up her house coat from the chair where she had flung it before going to bed. As she put it on she left the bedroom and moved from room to room, switching on all the lights along the way. 

The apartment was empty.

She carried out one more search and that yielded nothing either.

She went around the house one more time, this time switching off the lights as she passed from room to room. 

She got back into bed, dressed this time. For a long while she lay with her eyes open. Slowly the tension drained out of her and fatigue took its place. Her eyelids, heavy with sleep, drooped shut.

Through the foggy curtains of her sleep she could feel her nightgown being parted from over the lower half of her body. Her hands went down to try and clasp her gown together. But her arms felt heavy and moved lethargically. She tried to desperately push her sleep away, but it refused to go. She felt her legs being parted, although she tried to will them to stay together. The penis head was at the entrance of her vagina. It pushed insistently at her vaginal lips, seeking to enter her. She held her lips shut tightly, but it persisted and slowly her strength ebbed out. She could feel her opening relax. The organ slid inch my inch into her. It was pure agony. Then she felt it cross her threshold and plough deep into her. She moaned as her clit shot erotic signals all through her body. She began to shake from her orgasm. She cried out for help as her body played out its dance with her orgasm.

The organ had waited for her to finish. After she relaxed it began to gently pound into her. She was wet and slippery. It found the going easy. Each stroke traveled all the way inside her. She began to involuntarily contract and relax her cunt muscles with each stroke. Tears rolled off her cheeks. She was ashamed at her behavior. But it felt so nice, and she didn’t want it to stop anymore. The pounding speeded up. She matched her contractions accordingly. She felt the warm cum ooze into her cavity. The sudden warmth of the cum triggered one more orgasm and she clenched her cunt muscles tight. She grunted through clenched teeth as her orgasm turned violent and she began to thrash about her bed.

She lay silently, she was exhausted and too tired. She let herself float into a deep slumber.

A ray of sunlight stole through the curtains and stopped on her eyelid. They fluttered a while before she woke up. She sat up in bed and looked around. She was alone. Between her leg she felt the familiar crustiness that followed a night of lovemaking. She parted her gown and looked between her thighs. There were no signs of any male semen. Maybe it had all been just a dream she reasoned as she got up to make herself a coffee. 

She sat down on the couch and let her legs dangle off the hand rests. She was half way through the coffee when she felt her legs being pushed apart. She dropped her coffee and the newspaper, she reached forward to hold her thighs closed. But she was rudely pulled back. She felt her hands being pinned back.

“No”, she screamed.

“Stop”, she screamed again.

Her clothes were ripped off her and she felt hands all over her. Her nipples were tweaked and rude fingers probed inside her cunt.

“Cut it out, John”, she called out and she went limp.

The sunlight stabbed her eyes as the eyepiece was taken off.

“So how was it?” the fair skinned blond asked her.

“Fantastic until you pulled that violent rape sequence on me”, she said indignantly.

“Imagine how it’ll be once I give faces to the lovers”, he beamed.

“Awesome, that much I must agree”, she said as she got off the chair.
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