Rape Me, Please Rape Me

Susan pulled her arms to her chest rolled into the fetal position and cried. She tore the tape from her mouth. It hurt as she peeled it off her sore lips. She cried out loud but quickly held her mouth. He might still be there, or maybe he will come back and do it again. COME BACK! The thought terrified her. She got to her feet and pulled her skirt around her the best she could and headed for her car. She buttoned two buttons on her blouse. The remainder of her panties slipped down her legs, she walked out of them without missing a step. She lost her scarf and didn't care.

Susan got home and ran to the bathroom. She studied her face in the mirror. He had bruised her cheek he had been so rough. A small trickle of blood had dried in one corner of her mouth. She looked down her body. Her skirt was ruined. Her blouse was torn slightly. No evidence of panties existed at all. There was dried blood between her thighs. She cried as she turned on the shower. She sat in the tub letting the water wash away the last hour of her life. How could this guy have been so rough? He knew she wasn't going to fight. Why had he hurt her so much? Her pussy hurt like hell, she washed him off her, the remains of his cum mingling with her juice washed down the drain.

Susan got to bed but didn't sleep much. She was hurt and wishing she hadn't gone through with this. She couldn't do anything to him legally she thought. She had agreed to be there. But he taped her mouth. He probably thought about her changing her mind, he covered that base. She had wanted to stop at one point but couldn't tell him. Oh, he was so right when he called her stupid.

The next morning things looked different. The events of last night had sunk in. Susan still felt stupid but most of the pain was gone. He had really played his part she thought. She had wondered how it would feel to be raped and now she knew. It was as real as it could get without really being raped. She didn't talk to anyone at work.

It was mid afternoon when Susan saw him walking in her direction. Her eyes began to tear up and she hurried in the opposite direction. She wasn't sure how she would act when she saw him again. Now she knew. She hated the sight of him. She stopped in the very back of the library. She had no where to go. She would have to confront him. He had caught up to her and was standing beside her as soon as she turned around.

"And just where were you last night?" He asked angrily.

"What?" Susan could just slap this jerk.

"I got stopped by the cops on my way to the park. I didn't get there until 11:15 or so and you didn't show. Where were you? Did you leave? Did you even show up? Did you get scared and go home, what?" He was mad.

"What do you mean you weren't there?" Fear gripped Susan's heart.

"I stayed there for almost an hour waiting on you. What happened, did you chicken out or what?" He asked.

"I…!" Susan stopped, she needed to think.

He just stood there looking down at her. He wanted some answers. She had to think things out. If this guy wasn't the one who had raped her then…!

WHO WAS IN THE PARK? Susan's blood ran cold. She began to shake. The reality of last night slowly sank in. She moved to a table and sat down. Tears began to roll down her cheek.

"You little bitch, I am going to be there again tonight and you better make it this time, do you hear me?" He said.

Susan's thoughts were no where near this guys comments. She had quit listening to him some time ago. Her mind was running through everything that she could remember from last night. His hands, his breath, his…cock! She had been violated! She had been raped! Last night had been no act, no roleplay! It was actually a rape! She had really been raped! He got louder and finally pulled Susan's attention back to what he was saying.

"Susan, damn you little bitch, are you listening? You be there tonight or else." He was saying.

"You get the hell out of my face!" She started in a serious whisper. "If you ever say anything to me again I will call the police and claim you molested me, you bastard! You bastard!" Susan was the angry one now.

He gave her a go to hell look, turned and left. Susan watched him walk away. She slowly looked around the library. She felt so violated. So abused. She watched every man she saw for the next three months, watching, wondering. Who had raped her?!