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“Yeah ok Vincent, I’ll go into town with you.”
It wasn’t a date; we were good friends, even though he seemed to think we
were good friends with liberties. An occasional squeeze of my butt would
happen, or a fondle of my breast which would occur in an embrace. I would
always tell him to stop it, slap his hand away and go back to talking with
some of my girlfriends.
I went into town by bus; wearing a brown summer dress from next and a
shoulder pull to keep them from the light breeze. He came to meet me off
the bus, taking my hand as I daintily stepped down the stairs, and pulling
me into a hug, his hand running up my thigh as he did so. I told him no,
slapped him away and he dismissed my defence, putting his arm around me
and leading me to a new shop at the back of M&S, Legends.
We had gone around corner after corner, the shops slowly thinning out to
houses as we reached the outskirts of the town. We reached a park, a
rundown swing remaining on the yellow, dried up grass. I spotted a public
bathroom, and worrying about the emptiness of the place and he being so
over protective of me recently, I would relish this time alone, away from
him.
“I’m just going to the bathroom Vince; I’ll be back in a tick.”
I entered the stinking bathroom, holding my nose as the smell of acid
urine filled my nostrils. I looked in the cracked mirror and fluffed up my
black hair, which lay in long, curly ringlets after years of respect and
no straightening products. My green eyes shine in the dim yellow light and
I pouted my lips in a sexual way to give my self confidence. I pulled up
the neck of the dress; I didn’t want Vincent getting any ideas.
“You shouldn’t pull that down, a low cleavage looks good on you Raquel.”
I started, lunging forward in shock. What was he doing in the girl’s
bathroom; it’s a girl’s bathroom. I looked at him nervously tucking my
hair behind my ears and then looked down.
“Um what are you doing…?”
I didn’t finish my sentence, for he came inward and stood behind me so I
could see him in the mirror. I stared at the mirror, scared of what could
happen. He advanced forward and leaned on my back, nuzzling my neck with
closed eyes and placing his hands on min, holding me down.
“Vince, I want to g...”
“Hush Raquel, don’t say anything.”
He spun me round like I was a doll, not a human. His lips locked
forcefully onto mine, causing me to gag and fight away just to breath.
With his left hand he pulled my hips towards his as I reeled away as much
as possible, but to no avail. The right hand fought away my scratching
fingers which attacked his face constantly, trying to push him off.
He removed his hands and used his strength to push me onto my back and
hold me down by my neck with his right, sausage like fingers. I clawed at
his arm, which stayed rigid like wood, and his left hand explored under my
dress.
He gripped my knee firstly, using his muscles to pull m forward as I tried
to retreat from his closely advancing groin. Then he felt up my leg,
gripping the pale, toned flesh like a hunk of meat.
“Get off me!” I rasped in desperation, but he just chuckled in my pain. My
legs convulsed as he gently stroked my inner thigh, getting closer and
closer to my private area, which was what he wanted. He softly stroked the
skin around my vagina, not touching it yet but teasing me.
I lashed out with fists, but he easily dodged as my eyes seemed to become
heavy with the lack of oxygen. I collapsed my head into the sink ready to
give up, but he had other plans.
“You’re going to be awake for this you little tease. Like hell I’m going
to let you get out of this that easily.”
He turned on the sink tap, letting the freezing water rush into my mouth,
shocking me back into the world I didn’t want to be in. his hand went back
down under my dress, going straight to cupping my vagina through my
panties. He rubbed up and down trying to stimulate me into becoming wet,
and I tried to resist, but under the gushing water I concentrated most of
my energy on breathing, leaving my willpower for stooping myself being
turned on low. He soon felt my under ware becoming wet from his
stimulating of my clitoris, and took this as a sign as me enjoying it.
He stepped back, allowing enough room for him to remove my lacey panties.
He got them down to my to my knees before I realised what was happening
and squeezed my legs together as hard as I could. A blow to my stomach
sent waves of pain through my body. He turned off the tap, and I took in
large gulps of precious air. Using his arm around my neck he pulled me to
his face and sneered in my ear.
“Do as I say you little bitch, don’t resist me ok? ‘coz if you do I’ll
give you more of the rough treatment, and I only turned off the tap so you
could see me, after so many years of grooming, finally have you for
myself.”
He pulled me forward, my panties now laying lifeless and crumpled on the
floor, and spread my legs wide. I didn’t resist I had no more energy. He
unzipped his trousers, and pulled his member out from his boxers. Tars
fell from my eyes as he held me close in an unbreakable embrace. He used
my forced juices to moisten his foreskin and down his member, but I could
not see the length. I was glad, it made it less real.
He entered me in a painful movement that felt like he was ripping me
apart, and without hesitation began rhythmically entering deeper then
shallower. He held my hair with one hand while rubbing my swollen clitoris
roughly with his other hand. Every so often he would pull my hair and
chuckle with excitement and pleasure, causing me to coil backwards in pain
at his whim.
He stopped with the hair pulling and pulled down the straps of my dress to
reveal my bra and 30c breasts. Pulling down the cup he played with my
nipple and fondled my chest, more for his pleasure as it did nothing for
me as my tears rolled onto his hand.
“Please stop” I murmured, half heartedly. As I said that he howled in
pleasure and his breathing became more rapid and he moaned and groaned as
he climaxed. I felt nothing as he came inside of me, but even after that
he kept pumping away, tearing up my hymen and the inner walls of my
vagina.
He pulled out finally and slapped me cruelly across the cheek. H glared at
me, studying my facial expression. He slapped me again, harder with a
quick grunt.
“You little fucker! You were meant to come with me, or at least after me.
You’ll regret this you slut. I get to see you everyday and everyday I’ll
torment you until you beg for mercy.”
He backhanded me like a pimp, sending my tired cheek red with blood. He
forced another kiss onto my lips, pulling me off the sink and practically
holding me off the floor by his hand gripping my butt.
He left then and there, leaving me a spoiled teen, innocence ripped from
me by a close friend. I picked up my blood stained panties and put them
on, and walked out of the door, faking confidence all the time. |
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