RAPED, BUT NOT RUINED (2)

“Who are you?” I yelled, my voice trembling with raw terror. My legs were planted wide apart, and the fear had completely wiped every coherent thought from my mind, leaving my unclad, naked body exposed and vulnerable.

Without thinking, I bolted toward my bedroom, my voice ringing out in loud, shaky, high-pitched screams that echoed through the apartment. The masked man remained completely still in the hallway, as if he were deliberately letting me run, toying with me. His black mask clung tightly to his face and neck like a hoodie pulled up and twisted into a sinister disguise.

Only his piercing eyes, nose, and mouth were visible through the openings. He was tall—easily 6’2”—with broad, powerful shoulders and a muscular, athletic build. He wore tight black leather pants that hugged his thick thighs and a fitted black T-shirt that accentuated his strong chest.

Thud! My bedroom door slammed shut behind me. The moment I burst inside, my shaky hands fumbled desperately, almost forgetting the muscle memory of how to lock a door.

I kept screaming continuously, my bare breasts dangling and bouncing heavily in rhythm with my panicked, vibrating body. Suddenly, an urgent need to pee hit me hard. The last time I had felt this kind of overwhelming tension was at the club, when a fight broke out between Jonah and some random guy who had tried to put his hands on me.

Exactly—Jonah. My brain finally snapped into action and made a collective decision. I dropped my hands to my sides, reaching frantically for my phone in my pocket, my entire body trembling violently, my breath coming in heavy, heaving gasps that tightened my ribs with every inhale. Fuck! I remembered again—I was still completely naked.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The brutal banging on the door exploded through the room, loud and merciless. My heart quivered wildly in my chest, my lips trembling with a sudden burst of vibration that nearly made me lose complete control of my bladder sphincter. I tried to stumble backwards, my eyes fixed wide on the door, widening even further at the terrifying thought of this masked intruder forcing his way through and getting to me.

I tripped over a pile of clutter on the floor, then suddenly remembered that I had left my phone beside my laptop earlier. I could have called Jonah. I scrambled through the messy pile of clothes, yanking open every drawer in a frantic search for my hidden burner phone.

My muscles tightened with fear as I recited the words of the Hail Mary under my breath. Sweat poured down my entire body. The dried remnants of my pussy juice mixed with fresh arousal now streaked my inner thighs like an obscene map I could barely recognize.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Another round of violent banging shook the door. I screamed again, my hands waving helplessly over my stomach, vibrating in time with each powerful thud. I yanked the thick brown bedsheet off my bed and wrapped it tightly around my naked body. The sudden cold shiver against my skin reminded me harshly of my vulnerability.

“Be a good girl and open the door,” his deep, thick, husky voice finally came through the wood. I imagined him standing there with a gun wrapped around his pinky finger, waiting for the door to open so he could finally kill me. “Oh God, I haven’t even had kids yet,” I muttered shakily, my eyes wet with terrified tears.

“One last chance before I force this door open, sugar.” I froze completely. What kind of thief calls his victim “sugar”? He could just tell me what he wanted and leave me alone. But I couldn’t speak—my lips were too heavy, my heart too weak to defend myself any longer.

The banging intensified, turning into heavy, thunderous thudding that sent vibrations shuddering through the entire room. I stayed frozen, my eyes fixed blankly into space, my hands crossed tightly over my legs. My bare ass pressed against the cold floor, which somehow offered a strange, momentary comfort. I crouched beside my thick, six-foot-tall wardrobe like a frightened child. This was defeat.

Thud! The final, devastating kick splintered the door and left me utterly vulnerable. There he stood, filling the broken doorway. A crooked, menacing smile spread beneath his mask—he was clearly enjoying this twisted show.

“You can take my stuff—take everything!” I screamed desperately. “Please!” I raised my hands over my head, clapping them together before burying my face into my lap, directly over my exposed pussy. “I don’t need your stuff,” he said calmly, pushing through the piles of my scattered belongings toward me. Then he crouched down, knees bent, lowering himself to my level on the ground, his tone mocking and cruel. A strangely familiar scent reached my senses.

I knew that scent anywhere. It was my neighbor’s. The same one who had always waved at me suggestively and flirted shamelessly. It was him. Fuck!

“What do you want? Please, I’ll give it to you,” I begged, completely unaware of the dangerous implications of my words. He grinned wickedly behind his mask, still crouching over his knees in front of me. His gun dangled menacingly close to my face—so close I could almost smell the metallic scent of the bullets.

 “Are you sure about that, sugar?” he taunted, his tender yet threatening hand gently stroking my flushed cheek like a bully savoring the moment before destroying his prey. It made my skin crawl with fear and something else I refused to acknowledge.

“Okay then, sugar,” he grinned, rising from his crouched position. “Because you asked so nicely.” He tucked the gun behind his waist, sliding it securely into his black leather pants. “Look at me,” he commanded, a dark smile echoing in his voice.

 I hesitated. My heart quivered, my body trembling at the thought of what he was planning. “Look at me, bitch!” he yelled, his voice suddenly vengeful and commanding. I jolted hard, squeaky screams escaping my chest as my eyes softened with fresh tears and I begged silently for mercy.

He slowly unzipped his leather pants—the zipper running from top to bottom, revealing the massive bulge straining against the fabric. I swallowed hard, trembling uncontrollably.

 “This is the price,” he said. The moment the words left his mouth, a big, veiny, fat cock sprang free, throbbing powerfully inches from my face. My eyes widened in shock. He made it jiggle deliberately, waving the heavy, thick shaft teasingly close to my eyes. I froze, mesmerized and horrified by the disastrous, intoxicating sexiness standing before me.

I shut my eyes tightly, trying to fight off the growing, shameful ache building deep inside my pussy. “Open your eyes, bitch,” he growled, moving even closer. I lifted my hands once more, clasping them together like I was praying in some temple.

“You can stop with the prayers, bitch. I know you love rape p**n.” My eyes flew open wide. A sudden, heavy thud hit behind my chest wall, accompanied by a deep, squeezing sensation. How the hell did he know about that? My forehead furrowed into deep ridges, my lips forming a shocked pout.

“So come here,” he ordered, grabbing a fistful of my messy hair and yanking me forward. Strands stuck out wildly, erect like some kind of sexual freak. He pulled me off my knees, forcing me onto my belly as I crawled helplessly. He dragged me over the pile of my own clothes toward the living room, the velvet sheet sliding smoothly beneath me. I begged him to be gentler the entire way.

He pulled me through the shattered remains of the broken door, wood splinters scattered across the floor. The door that once separated my bedroom from the sitting room now lay completely destroyed and exposed. He forced me into the living room, his thick cock still dangling obscenely out of his open zipper, while my unclad body tried to hide behind the velvety brown bedsheet. His fist remained locked tightly in my hair as he dragged me along.

When we reached the center of the living room, he shoved me forward and pulled out his gun again, pressing it right into my face. I shivered violently, almost inaudible squeaks replacing any attempt at words. “Take off that trash,” he commanded, making a circular motion with the gun around my shoulders. I reluctantly let the sheet fall, my nipples hardening subtly as this terrifying encounter began to feel disturbingly like twisted role-play.

The moment the cover dropped from my body, his rugged demeanor cracked. His eyes lit up with a hungry spark that shocked me. His gaze darted greedily between my hardened, aching nipples and my messy  unshaved , exposed pussy mound.