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Donna Linn's Ordeal (M/f-teen, rp, v, sn)
by J. J. Onedime (address withheld by request)
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At 19 I was still a virgin as were most girls my age in 1959 and I
had only a part-time boyfriend. My world changed very quickly one
Wednesday night when I was walked home from a high school
basketball game. My brother was a senior and the star player on
the team and I'd gone to see him play.
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The cool air chilled me as I walked home from watching my brother,
Tom, a senior on the high school basketball team, play for the
school I had been a cheerleader for.
Without a doubt I will always remember the night as I had only
turned 19 the previous week and still was a virgin and planned on
remaining so until I was married. It was 1959 and sex wasn't as
open as it is now. Some of my girlfriends had gone all the way but
I hadn't, even though I had a somewhat steady boyfriend. Sherm and
I had dated some in high school but not on a regular basis. Now he
was in the service and wouldn't be home for almost two more
months.
Walking along with my coat held tightly against my body to keep
the air from entering down the front and around the collar, I had
my head focused on the sidewalk.
How the car pulled along side me and I not realizing it I'm still
not certain about. Someone said, "Hey, sweetheart, want a ride, I
didn't look up. When I did I thought for sure it would be one of
the guys I knew and he was going to offer me a ride home.
Almost the same time I looked towards the sound of the voice, I
felt my body being grabbed by someone who was very large and a
gloved hand being placed over my mouth. The man was so strong that
he picked me up and carried me into the back seat of the car he
was in. Another man was driving and as the car took off very fast
with the tires squealing, I was forced face down on the car seat.
I had not seen who had grabbed me from off the street nor could I
see who the driver was.
I cried out, "Please let me go! Why have you grabbed me?" Yet I
got no answer to my questions but was told to shut up or I'd get
the crap slapped out of me. Then a scarf of something was placed
over my eyes and it was tied behind my head.
"Do as you told and you won't be hurt. So take all your clothes
off or you'll be killed. You won't be hurt if you do as your told
but otherwise your parents will be planning your funeral in the
morning. Understand?"
My hands could hardly unfasten my clothes but I did as I was told
as the man's voice was so chilling I believed he would kill me.
When I had removed all but my bra and panties I asked if that was
OK but I was told, "No, everything."
Slowly I did as I was told and finally I asked, "What are you
doing to me? Let me go."
For the next several minutes we drove around and evidently we had
reached a building that was very large as we stopped and the
driver got out and I heard him open some kind of door. He got back
inside the car and I assumed he drove into the building. Once
inside I was taken from the car and moved onto what I later found
out was an old bed off to the side of a large room where the car
was parked.
My blindfold was removed and I saw that the two men had put on
some type of mask that pulled down over their faces. Both of the
men climbed onto the bed with me and I knew that they were going
to rape me. I pleaded with them not to hurt me and that I was a
virgin but they laughed and told me to enjoy what they were going
to do and they said, "You ain't gonna be a virgin when we get done
with you, pretty one. So get ready."
The man who I knew had grabbed me on the street and held me in the
car was the first to assault me. He first kissed and bite at my
nipples and then sucked them and did it so hard that I had hickies
on them two days later. When he got on top of me I tried to hold
my legs together and to hit him but the other man caught my arms
and held them as the large one pushed my legs apart and worked his
thing against the opening between my legs.
At first he wasn't able to push up into my body. Then he moved his
thing all around my opening and I felt myself becoming ready
sexually, even though I was trying not to accept what was
happening to me.
Then I felt him get his thing inside the opening of my sex and he
begin to work it back and forth inside the edge. Then with a
strong push he drove into me and tore me open. I cried out in pain
and degradation.He was taking my virginity. My pain was tremendous
and later at the doctors I had to perform some minor surgery to
repair the damage the two men inflicted inside my vagina.
Once the first man was done the second took me. After a short
while the first again took me and this lasted for several hours.
How many times they used my body for their pleasure I can't
honestly remember but it was daylight when they dropped me off on
a country road.
That was over 20 years ago and to this day, no one is aware I was
raped. When I visited the doctor I told him that I had let a
boyfriend do and I believe he thought I was telling a lie but he
never challenged me on my story of how I was so torn inside.
Last week I was half a drink as I waited for my best friend Sonja
to show meet me for dinner. While seated at the bar I had a
conversation with a man who got on the subject of rape and his
comments made me aware that he was one of the men who had raped
me. I made arrangements to see him two nights later and we would
have a drink and dinner together.
Friday night I met Robert in a bar in another town where no one
would likely knew either of us.
After a pleasant dinner and then driving to another town, Robert
obtained a motel room at a cheap down and out motel on the old
national highway.
As Robert undressed, I continued asking him how someone could rape
someone and he told me all the "possible ways" to do it, like
grabbing a girl on the street, while another man drove the car.
How you could blindfold the bitch and take her to a building and
drive inside an old warehouse building and them rape her on a
homeless person's makeshift bed.
Robert was a very large man, and after three husband and several
boyfriends, I could see his manhood was exceptionally large. So
was the man who raped me. Watching and asking Robert to make
himself hard while I watched and would undress after he could show
me he was "big enough" I would join him on the bed. "Hell baby,
this should be big enough, don't you thinks?"
Slowly I opened my purse and pulled out my personal weapon of
choice, a SW 38 snub nosed, with lead jackets. "Robert, I figured
out you're the son-of-a-bitch that raped me in 1959. Say good
night and good-by, Robert," as I fired one shot into his stupid
brain.