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 HER BEDROOM rape and aftermath



   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.