Why Did He Do It (Mf, rape, anal) by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com) Summary: A good girl has a very bad day… I noticed a fairly large shadow of a bigger than average man on the ground. The shadow seemed to be moving with me, but there wasn’t necessarily anything strange about that: it just meant there happened to be a bigger than average man walking behind me. Then, suddenly a huge hand clamped over my mouth. Not being able to scream, I tried to escape the hand by stepping backwards: effectively shoving my back into the bigger than average man’s chest and shockingly hard belly. I felt a brief twinge of pain on my right arm… *** The next thing I knew I was laying on my left side in a space so dark I wouldn’t have seen my hand if it had been a millimeter from my eyes. It felt like carpet under me: I must have been laying on a floor. I tried to get up, to quickly discover that not only were my wrists duct-taped together, but the space I was in was little more than two feet tall… I felt the floor move and realized I was riding in the trunk of a car. Oh SHIT: I was being KIDNAPPED!!! Before I could even open my mouth to scream; I felt the car stop…then, barely a second later the sound of a car door being slammed shut. ‘Oh God…’ was all I could think as the lid of the trunk flew open. My eyes barely had to adjust to the brightness streaming in around the dark silhouette of the large man to see that he was wearing black sweatpants, and black hoodie and a white hockey mask. In a flash he reached into the trunk of the car and grabbed me. He quickly yanked me out of the trunk of the car and threw me over his unbelievably hard shoulder. In a matter of just a couple seconds he had gotten me out of the trunk of the car, carried me into another room, and was throwing me through the air. I landed on my back on the middle of a mattress on the floor. I opened my mouth, but before I could make a sound the bigger than average man brandished a butcher’s knife and bellowed, “You make a sound; I slit your throat!” I closed my mouth as he added, “You got that bitch?” Terrified, I nodded ‘yes’. “Hold up your hands,” he instructed. I did as I’d been told, and he slipped the tip of the blade of the knife between my wrists; and in a single quick motion, cut through the duct-tape. For a moment it looked like he was just staring at me. I may not have been able to actually see his eyes, but I could feel them looking up and down the length of my fifteen year old body. Then he pointed at me with the hand that wasn’t holding the knife and he said, “Ain’t anybody ever tell you you’re not supposed to wear shoes in bed?” That was a lot less bad that what I’d been expecting. I gave him a meek little half smile before kicking the ballet flats I was wearing off my feet. The large man made a little snorting sound before saying, “Bitch: your shoes are still on the bed...” Hearing him say that I quickly reached down picked up my shoes, and carefully sat them on the concrete floor next to the mattress. Another little snorting sound came through the white hockey mask on his face and before the words, “Good, now loose the pants.” For an instant I was all but certain he was going to rape me, then a thought popped into my head: Matt Jones, that really angry boy in the grade ahead of me, back in the fifth grade he had demanded that I show him what was between my legs; and once I let him see the little slit between my legs he stopped being mean to me. Yea…this guy probably just wanted to see the slit between my legs…that had to be it… I moved my hands to the front of my jeans and unbuttoned them. I began tugging the tight denim down over my hips and butt, then down my thighs. I eased my jeans past my knees, down over my calves, and then over my feet. With them off, I turned to my panties: quickly pulling the white cotton briefs down and off. “On your knees, bitch,” the large man ordered once I had removed my panties. It seemed strange that he’d want me to kneel: if I did, he wouldn’t be able to see the little slit between my legs… But, I did as instructed: shifting my body around until I was in a kneeling position facing him. “Good,” he snorted before ordering, “Now turn around.” Again I did as instructed, but this really wasn’t making any sense: there was no way he’d be able to see the slit between my legs if I was facing away from him. Suddenly I felt a huge hand on the back of my head. As he began pushing me away from him, he ordered, “Bend over until your face is on the bed, bitch.” Considering the force he was applying to the back of my head I didn’t have any choice but to comply: so I leaned forward as far as I could. Since my face was still several inches above the mattress (and I felt like I was about to topple over), using my knees as hinges, I lifted my hips up until my thighs were nearly vertical…in that position my butt was up in the air, but my face was on the mattress. The large man let go of my head and declared, “Stay like that.” A couple seconds later I thought I heard the sound of a zipper. Then a couple seconds later I know I heard the sound of clothes moving around. Suddenly one of his hands was on my waist. Little more than half a second later, I felt something warm and hard brush against my right butt-cheek. A fraction of a second after, a hard thing touched my butt-hole and all hell broke loose: something about as hard as a piece of wood and about halfway between the diameters of a broom handle and a soda can was being shoved INTO my butt-hole. When he stuck it in it HURT like nothing I’d ever felt before; talk about PAIN, I screamed for a brief second until he told me to “SHUT UP”. A fraction of a second after he told me to ‘shut up’ I realized what was happening: he was RAPING me which meant I was no longer a virgin. My god it was SO PAINFULL I’ll always remember it. But what was worse still, once the end of his member made got into the opening of my butt-hole, the large man slammed his hips forward in one hard fast thrust until I felt his hairy nuts smack against the slit between my legs. That may actually have HURT more than when he forced it into my butt-hole: then it had only hurt right at my butt-hole, but now I was feeling PAIN several inches into my rectum! He was showing me absolutely NO mercy: why would he do that!? He quickly rocked back: most of his member sliding out of my butt-hole. I would have thought that would have made it stop hurting deep inside my rectum, but it didn’t: it just hurt a LITTLE less. Then he was shoving his member back in, harder and faster than the first time: making the inside of my rectum HURT even MORE! The PAIN was so BAD my eyes were filling with tears. I didn’t dare scream out in pain though, he’d told me to ‘shut up’ and if he was HURTING me so much when I had done as he told me, how bad would the PAIN be if I disobeyed him!? He kept slamming in-and-out harder and harder, faster and faster… Each time he forced his member into me the PAIN got a little more SEVERE. Why!? Why would he do something that made my insides HURT so MUCH!? Every time I felt his hairy nuts smack against the slit between my legs I could literally feel a ripple shake its way through my body. It was like he was trying to drive a nail into concrete he was pounding on my butt so hard. Why would he do it so HARD!? Did it feel good for him? Or was he doing it so HARD because he wanted it to HURT for me!? Maybe he didn’t know how much it HURT for me… After a while I heard the large man groan, “TAKE IT ALL BITCH…” as he slammed his member into my butt about two times HARDER than he had ever done before. He didn’t slide it out that time: he held it all the way in my rectum for a while. About a second after he held it still I felt this strange warm wetness an inch or two deeper in my rectum than where the tip of his member was. That warm wetness actually felt kinda good…or maybe it was just lots less bad than everything else… The large man staying still with his entire member buried in my rectum lasted a little bit more than a minute; then he pulled it out of me…all the way out of me. Just as I was realizing that he wasn’t putting it back in me I felt a twinge of pain on my right butt-cheek. *** The next thing I knew I was laying on my back looking up at the sky. Reaching down I found that I was once again wearing my jeans and shoes. It was OVER: THANK GOD. As I got my feet under me then stood I looked around at my surroundings: I seemed to be in an alley. I took a step towards what I was fairly sure was a street: MAN did my butt-hole and the inside of my rectum HURT… I took another step; the pain was still there, but I noticed a new feeling. This new feeling was actually pleasurable: something was gently rubbing against my clit… I took another step, the pleasurable feeling of the gentle rubbing on my clit continued (can’t say I’d ever had an experience like that from simply walking before), and again I noticed a new feeling. This time it was neither pleasurable nor painful: it was a warm wetness at the top of my inner thighs…towards the back kinda under my butt. I had definitely NEVER felt that before! Suddenly a thought hit me; I slipped the tip of my finger into the waistband of my jeans: my panties weren’t there. The large man who had forced his member into my butt-hole had TAKEN my panties! Now WHY would he do THAT!?