Just something quick I write up this morning. Lightly edited and my phone loves to autocorrect your to you're, so I apologize for any mistakes.
You came home, another long day. You flip on the light, why is it even off, and bend over to remove your heel. One off, you toss it to the side, and shift your weight to the other foot.
Too late, you hear the rustle of clothing and look up to see someone right over you, swinging at you. You flinch, and manage to have him hit your shoulder instead of your face.
You still reel over, tripping over yourself as you're knocked off balance, arms out to catch yourself. You sprawl on the ground. As you blink from confusion, you hear the heavy footsteps of him coming closer. You try and get your arms under you, but you're too slow and he's too fast, and you feel his hand grab the collar of your blouse. You had it buttoned up tight, and you feel that top button give way as he lifts you up, the fabric gathering under your arms, saving the rest of the shirt as he drags you to the kitchen.
Once there he tosses you against the island. Your body bounces off the cabinet, and you look up, dazed at him. He bends over and rips open your shirt, exposing yourself to him.
He grabs you by the neck, lifts you, stands you up, spins you around, and shoves you over the counter. The cold, smooth granite smacks against your cheek.
And that's when it hits you of what's about to happen. And you struggle and fight and buck and kick. But he's too heavy, and you're just so small under his weight, bent over your own fucking kitchen counter.
He rips the rest of your shirt off, unclasps your bra, and let's the straps trangle in your arms as you vainly try and right him off.
This pisses you off, "fuck you" you scream at him. You simply receive a snack to the face in response. You feel that arm run down your back, down your ass, and start to lift up your skirt. Slowly, slowly it slides up, and he's pressing harder and harder into you to keep you pinned.
He lifts it all the way up, exposing that cute pair of underwear you picked this morning . You feel his fingers slide under, feel him grab a fistful of fabric, it wedging between your cheeks, pulling right against your pussy, and he rips them down.
You moan in fear, feeling exposed, *being* exposed. You try and renew your struggles to escape, but he just grabs you by your hair, pulls back and uses that elbow to dig into your back, keeping you down. You hear something, and then, bent over, you feel pressure against the lips of your pussy.
And you realize with shock, and horror, just how WET you are right now. You body betrayed you, as you scream inside your head, your hole drips and beckons for his cock to enter you.
And it does. You feel him thrust into you, completely putting his entire length into you in simple movement. The slight pain as your body wasn't prepared to having something shoved in you suddenly. He doesn't care, you're just another victim to him, another toy. He isn't the victim, he doesn't feel how each thrust fills you, stretches you.
And makes you feel good. Your body has already betrayed you, so why not your mind? You feel the heat between your legs, your body pulse with each of his thrusts.
A moan escapes your lips. You didn't mean for it too. You know he's raping you, using you for his own pleasure. You feel the guilt wash over you.
He pulls out of you, and pulls you off the counter by the hair, stands you up, removes the bra handing loosely off you, tosses it aside and turns you around so you're facing him.
He twitches his head, beconing you to sit in the counter. And you comply! You're screaming at yourself to run, escape, fight anything, but your body feels out of your control and you feel your arms lift yourself on the counter, the slightly warm stone smooth again your ass.
And you spread your legs. He didn't say to, he didn't motion to. You just did it, because you know, you're just a cock hungry slut and you'll let anyone take you. He swiftly moves against you, his hand wrapping around your throat, and you feel him enter you a second time. This is different though, with more access to your body, you feel him touch and fondle you. His hands longer on your chest, rubbing each nipple, and you feel his hand slide roughly down your stomach. He squeezes your throat, he hand reaches your clit and he rubs it, swirling his thumb on you. Each thrust harder than the last, you feel all the sensations flow across your body, and you can't help it. You cum, you tight against your rapists cock, you feel your body tighten, you try and moan, but it's so hard with his hands tight against your neck. You shake as it flows through you. And he keeps thrusting into you, never stopping, never slowing.
His hand leaves your neck, his thumb off your clit, and you feel his hands come onto you, right above your hips. You feel his nails dig into you hard, and you feel his rhythm break and you feel his warm cum flow into you. He grunts, pulls you tighter into him and falls on you, spent and tired.
"Fuck," You gasp, breathing heavy, "fuck".
He laughs, "is your face okay? I kinda threw you down a little too hard there"
"Yeah....yeah...just give me a second here. I needed that after today."
"Alright, come here" and he scoops you up in his arms, "let's you undressed and showers up, you look like a mess"
You give him a look, and snuggle into him as he leads you into the shower. He helps clean you up, and you tuck each other into bed for the night.
