                                                             HER BEDROOM



   Her bedroom had always been her safe place, the place where she went whenever things went wrong, a fight with her parents or a breakup with her current boyfriend or a muffed test at school, her bedroom was always the safe spot. Now she lay on the new bed with its new sheets and pillows and shook with fear. Even with the light on the place was haunted and she was scared of the things that moved there. There were no ghosts other than those in her mind but in many ways they were the worst. Every time her eyes closed she saw the spooks, felt the horror that now lived there. There had been a full moon that night too.
   A warm summer night. Her window and shades open to admit the cool breeze. Sheets and blanket thrown back she lay there sleeping in the moonlight. For all practical purposes naked in the soft light she was a vision of young beauty. She was home alone for one of the first times in her life and she had taken advantage of the freedom to sneak a couple of small drinks from the liquor cabinet before bed. The booze had relaxed her and she had laid in the dark and had felt her developing body. Touching all the special places that rewarded her touch with wonderful feelings. She had even managed a small orgasm and had fallen asleep with her hand still cupping her down covered pussy as she tried to extend those wonderful sensations. 
   She had not seen the shadow in the low branches of the tree just outside her window as she had been engrossed in her explorations and had given the figure there a fine show as he watched. His self pleasuring did not relax him though. It only made him hungrier for her fine body, he wanted to touch her in the places that she was touching herself, he wanted to feel her insides as he plunged into her, to feel the softness of her smooth skin, to take her, to make her his. She slept through the small sounds as he removed the window screen and climbed in. She failed to notice as he tied ropes to the four posts of her bed. She did not see his nakedness as he stripped off his clothes. And she did not know about the hard throbbing thing between his legs that drove him.
    Her befuddled mind was slow to react as he took first one hand than the other and tied them to the waiting ropes. She came fully awake only when the gag was forced into her mouth. It was too late by then, she was trapped and he was in charge. She tried her best to fight him but it was to no avail. Her kicking legs were trapped and tied and the sheer fabric of her teddy was ripped from her body. He had rubbed something cold and slippery between her legs and her world was shattered by the ripping pain as he forced his way into her secret place. Her world was filled with feelings, pain from the rape, pain from his bites, pain from his fingernails as her grabbed and groped and poked. The feeling of helplessness as she realized that there was nothing she could do to end it. The feelings of shame at her debasement. The warm blood trickling from between her thighs. The thudding of his body slamming into hers as he drove deeply into her. Then the awful moment when he had pushed deeply into her and the twitching as his hot seed was sprayed into her. 
   She had dared to hope that it was over then but he was not done yet. There had been the thought that unless he killed her the worst was over. And for a while it seem that maybe it was true. He contented himself with a very complete exploration of her body. Her small breasts and narrow waist, her neck and ears, her hips and thighs, and  all the other parts of her body were touched, nibbled, kissed, or otherwise examined. Then her legs were retied higher so that her legs were off the bed. His interest centered back on the place between her legs. He plastered her with more of the slippery stuff and she braced herself for another rape as he slid across the bed under her legs. She had often heard someone tell somebody to stick it in their ass but she was totally unprepared for the actual act when it happened to her. His fingers opened the way and his prick followed. She screamed into the gag as he ripped her apart. Her poor ass was being used in a way that she had never dreamed of and she desperately sought an escape but there was not one to be found. She could only endure the second pounding of her body. If the first rape had been bad this was way past bad. The difference between a paper cut and a sword wound. She finally fell apart and retreated from the horror. She was limp  and still when he blasted his load into her rectum and she was still quiet as he dragged her the bathtub and washed her. He douched her and flushed her ass clean of his cum. He washed her body with bleach and soap and as a last touch he filled her guts with soapy water before throwing her back onto her bed. Just as he was done cleaning up any trace that could be linked to him and as he was leaving through the window she had voided her guts all over her clean white virginal bed. He smiled and hoped she liked his last surprise.
    She awoke to the horror and to the shit she was sleeping in and it all came back. Her parents found her still naked and crying in front of the fireplace where she had burned her bedding. Still smeared with her own shit she had shrunk screaming from her father’s touch. She had fought the medics and the doctors that treated her. And she could not remove the memories no matter what drugs or therapy she tried. 
    She lived alone now. Several years had passed and still she was hagridden beyond any help. She laid in her bed in the moonlight and felt the cold steel as she pressed it to her body. The round tube depressed the skin under her breastbone. She took a deep breath and whispered goodbye as she pulled the trigger sending the bullet through her heart. She was free and safe at last. 
