House Warming

I do not condone the act of rape.
This is just a form of expression and release of my own fantasies. If you have a problem with this theme or story then do not continue.

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The day I had my first "visit", I remember thinking how perfect things were going for me. I had just sorted out my new job as a lab researcher in my university, I had cleared all my bills and I had just finished cleaning my new apartment. I decided to have a relaxing day at home to celebrate, just doing nothing. I put on the kettle to make myself some coffee when the doorbell rang.

"My first drop in visitor!" I squealed in excitement. I had only moved in a couple of days ago, so I was suitably surprised. Since I was at home I didn't look like much, wearing a flimsy light blue t-shirt and jeans. I didn't care about my appearance as I was sure that my guest wouldn't mind my relaxed demeanour for the day. However, my elation dropped when I saw who it was.

"Tom, what are you doing here?"

Tom was an old boyfriend that I wanted to steer clear of for a long time. We had been together for nearly a year when I realised that he was too clingy for me and basically smothered me, having to knoweverything I did. He wanted to stay friends, and so I humoured him and kept in contact on a very irregular basis. He was good looking though, with dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and a strong build on his 5'10 frame. He had a natural pout to his lips that I used to find so attractive, until his pout reminded me of a sad little child. I couldn't take it after that. It was partly why I moved. I never gave him my address or said I was moving, so why was he at my apartment?

"I came to give you a house warming present." He smiled, and lifted a little teddy with a maid's uniform.

"Well, thank you, but what are you doing here? I never told you where I lived." I stood behind the door and tried to give him the hint he wasn't welcomed. He didn't take the hint and pushed his way through, looking around the living room as he did so.

"Well, a little cute bird told me where I might find you, especially when I said I wanted to surprise you with a gift." I had no idea who he was talking about, but I was sure that I was going to nail that person to a wall with a nail gun. He turned to me and gave me the once over. "You've lost weight."

Although I was a petite size anyway, Ihad lost weight. After working long hours as a typist for a legal company to help pay off for some the moving, I hadn't eaten very much. My dark brown hair had gotten longer, past my 34DD breasts and was now usually piled on top of my head. I wasn't very tall either with my 5'2 stature, but that was ok as I loved being small around bigger men. Although I usually went for guys who were usually taller than Tom.

His comment made me feel self-conscious as I felt his roving eyes move over me. He finally lifted his eyes and looked at me directly. His stare was a lot harder than I was used to, he usually had a kind look to him, but this time, for some reason, his gaze seemed a lot hungrier. I shifted uneasily. I remembered my kettle as I heard the faint sound of a click coming from my kitchen and snapped away.

"Look Tom, this really isn't a good time." As I said, striding past him to the kitchen.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"It's never a good time for you when it comes to me. You're always busy or ignoring me, or just plain avoiding me." His eyes looked angry although his voice was darkly calm. "For once I want to have your undivided attention."

A wave of terror flooded over me, Tom after all used to be a body guard to some very powerful people, and he sometimes took jobs even then as part time work. I was scared of what he was capable of doing as I had never seen him angry in the entire time I knew him, but I summoned the courage to look him in the eye and sternly say, "Get out."

His face twisted into anger as he grabbed both my arms and pushed me against the wall, pinning my arms above my head and smashing the back of my head against the wall. The sickening thud emphasized the throbbing pain that took over my skull. My vision was blurry, but not enough to completely distort the look on his face. He looked at me darkly and whispered, "Make me."

Fear took over me as my face crumpled slightly.

"Please just leave." I whispered.

Something in his face changed suddenly, his face became expressionless as he lowered his face to mine. He wanted to kiss me! I turned my head in disgust, only to be met by a switch of hands and a quick slap in the face. It shocked me as I now realised he had both of my hands in one grip and the other free to do what it wanted.

There are times in my sexual life where I get excited by being pinning against wall. There are times when I get a rush of sexual arousal by being taken roughly. I even enjoy it immensely when a man completely enjoys himself at my expense and takes it greedily. Having Tom pinning me against the wall like that scared me more than it excited me. His stony expression gave me no comfort or solace as I found that he suddenly wasn't Tom anymore terrorizing me and no one around to help me.

His cold hand stroked my stomach making my skin leap and making me gasp. He watched my expression with that stone face of his, tears slightly stinging my eyes as I felt his cold hand cup my breast. His icy touch sent shivers down my spine but worse it made my sensitive nipples hard. He began kneading my breast roughly as tears began to sting my eyes, I tried to blink them back, but it was no use, my nipples were getting harder and I could slowly feel myself getting wet by all of it. He soon stopped to my relief, only to slide his hand between my legs and cup my crotch. I looked at him pleadingly, I knew what he was doing.

My whispered plea to let me go fell on deaf ears as he unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down to my knees. I wore white bikini panties, but he didn't care much for them as he cupped my mound once more and massaged me. I could feel myself getting wet and aroused by this, he expression never changing, not even when he slipped a finger under the material and stroked my lips, feeling the warm wetness that had collected there. My humiliation was growing, as I could feel him rub his fingers between the lips of my pussy, wetting itself in my juices. Why was he so quiet? Why wasn't he talking? This silent attack on my body was horrible. I looked into his eyes and realised this man was no longer Tom, something animalistic had taken over him and Tom was no where to be found.

He slid a finger into me roughly causing me to wince in pain. His unfeeling stare never flinched, not even when he saw that a couple of tears had slid down my face. He pulled his finger out of me and brought it to my mouth. His eyes told me that this wasn't a time to play around and I opened my lips slightly. He shoved his finger mercilessly into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices. I had only tasted myself twice before, and never liked it, this was no exception. I licked my juices off of him, and as I did I could have sword I saw a flicker of vindictive amusement in his face as I grimaced a little at tasting myself.

He pulled his finger out of my mouth and threw me onto the floor. I fell on my stomach and tried to crawl away since my jeans were limiting my movements as they were around my knees. I could feel him grab my legs and drag me back to him. He laid himself on top of me, pinning me to the floor. My tears were flowing freely now as I was truly scared of what he was going to do.

"Please, just let me go Tom, please!" I cried, choking.

I suddenly felt him grab my panties and cruelly pull them down my legs, pushing my jeans and panties off my legs using what I could only imagine to be his hands and legs. I was completely naked from the waist down. I still had my flimsy light blue t-shirt and bra on. I struggled to get out from underneath his crushing weight, but screamed when I felt him sink his teeth into my left shoulder. He covered my mouth with one hand and with the other I could feel him fumbling behind me to undo his trousers. I tried to push his hands away, but it was no use, he was much stronger than I was and easily overpowered me.

My cheeks were wet with my tears, but I couldn't stop crying. This man who I thought was a weak and puppy like person was silently raping me in my new home. I couldn't help but wonder if I had truly been a terrible person to drive this man to such a hateful act of violence.

I didn't have anymore time to think as I felt his throbbing penis pressed against my bare buttocks. I closed my eyes and cried into the mouth that was gagging me. He lowered himself and slide his hard cock all the way into me, holding onto my hip for support. I groaned as I felt him filling me. I had made love to Tom before, he had been slow, gentle, teasing, but this was so much rougher. He literally tried to force himself into me as much as he could, pushing and thrusting into me. A small part of me was relieved I was wet, to allowsome comfort in my defilation, but the fact that I was so wet at this man's brutal force was just too embaressing. I cried into his hand as he grunted and thrust into me. I tried screaming but it was no use as my screams were muffled by his palm and only caused me pain as he would bite into my shoulder to shut me up.

His continuous pounding became harder as I felt that he just wanted to give me pain. I prayed that he would finish quickly as I couldn't take this anymore. I wanted him to orgasm and just leave me alone. Not long did the thought pass when I felt his hand move from my hip down to my clitoris. I squirmed even more as the last thing I wanted to do was actually enjoy this. But my squirming only allowed him to find my clitoris more easily as he began to rub it. I tried to pull his hand away, but I could feel him sink his teeth into my shoulder again. I yelped into his hand in pain but still tried to push his hand away.

It was no use, his rubbing grew stronger and his thrusts grew faster as I could feel myself slowly climaxing. I tried to not think about it as I felt him pinching and rubbing my clit, I didn't want to give him that satisfaction. But my body was betraying me as I felt my orgasm suddenly burst. It racked my body as I could feel myself clenching around his throbbing cock. I moaned in his tear sodden hand as I came. This triggered his orgasm as he moaned loudly and pulled my head further back, pushing himself deep into me and ejaculating deep within me.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting, his hand still on my mouth and the other resting on my hip. He raised himself slowly, got up and walked calmly to the bathroom. I laid there on my stomach in complete shock of what had just happened. I covered my eyes and began to sob into my rug, my new rug for my new apartment, sodden with our juices and cum. I could hear taps running and being turned off. He came back into the living room, and I instinctively closed my legs. I was shaking, not just from the sobs but from everything, the shock, slightly exhaustion. He then stood over me, neat and tidy, as if nothing happened, his cold expression still on his face. He turned to the door, opened it quietly and left.

I never saw him after that, but I didn't stay in the apartment for long either. I left soon after stating that I had second thoughts about living on my own and decided to find another place to live. I moved in with an old female friend of mine and have been much better since.

The stony face of Tom still haunts me. I see him late at night with his frosty blue eyes and unfeeling face. But the worst part was how he never said a word during the whole thing.