This vacation was supposed to be a little treat for yourself. You had been working hard, doing overtime at your job and even taking up a side job just to save up for your trip to Russia. It’s a country of interest for you, having never stepped foot outside of the USA in your entire life. It was as exciting as it was terrifying! You could barely sleep during the nights leading up to your flight. You really did it, huh? A part of you couldn’t believe it, that you really were able to save up all that money and the vacation days needed to pull this trip off. Maybe things were finally looking up for you. Maybe things would go your way and you would have a nice, enlightening experience that will refresh and recharge you! 

The plane ride was long, with a crying child throwing a tantrum in the row directly behind you. He kicked your seat all throughout the hours-long flight, leaving you to have absolutely no rest that you were hoping to catch up on due to your countless sleepless nights working overtime. You tried not to let it dampen your spirits, though. Soon you’ll be in Russia! You closed your eyes and tried to rest, your mind racing as you imagined all the different sights, sounds, smells and tastes that you would experience. 

Your week in Russia started off on a good note. You had no trouble finding your hotel, or really navigating around, though that was due to the fact that many people were at least partially fluent in English. You didn’t even bother unpacking or undressing, crashing onto the bed with an exhausted groan. Your back and ass were killing you from the long flight and kicking tantrum, and your feet hurt from standing around and walking around the city to get to the hotel. The bed was a little uncomfortable, a little lumpy in places and squeaked every time you moved in the slightest, but it wasn’t so bad. You slept hard, feeling jet lagged from the time difference but still refreshed and ready to take the city on and to explore. 

There was a lot to do and experience. You watched some performances, explored some shopping districts and bought a handful of things, some knicknacks and clothing. You were interested in the local food especially, which was delicious and unlike anything you had ever tasted before. Street food was surprisingly good, almost as good as, maybe even better, under certain circumstances, as a decent restaurant. As you walked and ate your food, you could feel some people staring at you, as they had your entire stay. 

You felt a little self conscious, being a plus sized woman and pretty short, you looked out of place, almost like a stereotypical American minus the cargo shorts and fanny pack. You kept your head down, scarfing your food down and throwing the wrapping paper away in a nearby trash can before you hurry off back to your hotel room. You couldn’t complain much, even though the stares and quiet whispers in Russian started to get to you at times. You were having fun, and finally unwinding after working so hard to have this vacation. 

It was the fourth day and it was the latest you had been out. You were a little uncomfortable, but since this is a well populated city with many streetlights, you didn’t think anything too terrible could happen to you. If you’re mugged, that would suck, but you will just give them whatever they want and figure out what to do after the fact. A few rough looking individuals stared at you sideways, but they went about their business without giving you a second glance. You let some tension leave your shoulders, sighing to yourself as you passed an alleyway. You rounded a corner, hands in your pockets to fight off the chilly night air. You close your eyes for a moment and breathe out. 

Only to have the wind knocked out of you as someone grabs you from behind. 

Before you could even find the breath to scream, your mouth is covered and your arm wrenched behind your back. You are shoved- practically picked up and thrown into a van that you didn’t notice before. Its back doors were thrown open, and you were tossed in and grabbed by many hands. You try to bite, to kick and squirm your way out of their grasps but it’s all in vain. 

Four, maybe five or even six large men in balaclavas and thick jackets are holding you down, wrapping your wrists in duct tape while they are held behind your back. No matter how hard you try, you can’t fight your way out of this now. The van lurched, tires screaming as your body is thrown around. Panic seizes your lungs, causing you to hyperventilate and scream as a strip of tape is slapped onto your mouth. It’s difficult to breathe, and you continue to thrash. In spite of your small stature, you manage to flail out of their hold, even kicking one of them in the face. He shouts in Russian, and some of the other men laugh at him. He snarls and lurches forward, raising his fist and striking you on the side of the head hard enough that you think you felt your brain bounce off the confines of your skull. 

Your head bounces off the floor of the van and your vision instantly blackens, dotted with bright stars in nonsensical patterns. You don’t feel pain immediately, your head is completely numb and your breathing stutters. You think you blink rapidly, a dull, throbbing pain rising to the back of your eyelids. You hear muffled voices around you, volume rising and falling as your consciousness waxes and wanes. A low groan bubbles up from the back of your throat, and you feel your body shake violently from side to side. 

SMACK! 

“Wake up, bitch!” A man speaks in a thick ,Russian accent, almost unintelligible, especially in your confused state. Your eyes snap open, but it’s still speckled with bright lights and encroaching darkness. 

“You don’t get to sleep through this!” You stare up at the man, bewildered and suddenly overwhelmed with pain. All you can make out are his eyes and the definition of his eyebrows, and his thin lips curling at you as you begin to nod off once again. You blink, fighting off what must be a concussion the best you can but you feel yourself slipping away into blissful darkness. 

SMACK! 

That one hurt… You scream and whimper behind the tape across your mouth, nose flaring as you struggle to breathe. Your face stings from the consecutive slaps, your cheek swelling and becoming red from the strikes and becoming so hot that it matched the throbbing pain in your skull. You sniffle and snort, snot running down from your nose and dripping down the tape. The men jeer and laugh at you, talking to each other in Russian and calling out to what must be the driver, who answers in an annoyed tone. 

What will happen to you…? 

You don’t know how long you were in the van, bouts of unconsciousness and pain confusing your sense of time. Every time you nod off, you are smacked awake, though it leaves you feeling confused. It felt like you were in the back of that van for hours, with strange masked men sneering at you as they spoke over you. You think they were swearing at you… or at least swearing in general. One squeezed your thigh, and another placed his hand over your chest, not quite groping you but coming dangerously close to doing so. After a while, the van comes to a screeching halt, the men thrown slightly off balance and your head bouncing off the floor and wall of the van. 

Your vision blackens again, your body feeling weightless. Your arms and legs flop around and your head lolls to the side as you are slightly jostled. You don’t fully wake up, a muffled groan trapped in your mouth as a loud THUMP, THUMP, THUMP shakes your body. A part of you recognized that you are being carried down a flight of stairs, a cool draft washing over your hot, sore face. Your eyes flutter open just as you are roughly dropped onto a mattress lying on the bare, concrete floor. 

The wind is knocked out of you as you land. Your head throbs with pain, your vision briefly darkening as you struggle to catch your breath. You screw your eyes shut, not noticing that the balaclava wearing man had produced a knife from his pocket as he grabbed your wrists. 

You squeak in fear as you feel the knife slicing through the tape. You furrow your brows, confused, but before you had the chance to even sit up, the man was gone, a heavy door slamming shut behind him. You untangle your hands from the duct tape and hold your forehead in your hands, body trembling as you begin to hyperventilate once again. You pick at the tape across your mouth, struggling to get ahold of it and mentally preparing yourself to yank it off your face. 

RIP! 

You hiss and grimace in pain, the fine hairs of your face ripped off as well as some skin. Your lips and the skin surrounding your mouth itched like mad, and you rubbed it with the back of your hand as you opened your eyes and took in your surroundings. 

It was a mostly bare basement, with a single hanging light bulb dangling from the ceiling for light. You were sitting on a dirty mattress with mystery stains, it was so thin that you could feel the cold leeching up from the dirty concrete floor. There was no toilet or sink, only a single, dirty bucket in the corner that you assumed would be the only way you could relieve yourself in. Other than that, the only thing that stuck out to you was a heavy, old television that was sitting on the floor. You craned your neck and saw it was plugged in. But you didn’t dare move from your spot on the mattress, straining your ears over your pounding heart as you heard loud footsteps stomping around above you. 

You assumed you would be killed, or raped, or both in either order. You didn’t know what was worse… You struggled to hold back your tears, your knees pulling towards your chest and your arms wrapping around them as you rested your forehead on your knees. What the hell are you going to do…? Was there anything you could do? It’s not like you could fight your way out of here! The men already showed they are more than willing to hurt you, so that is out of the question. Maybe you could bargain with them…? You don’t feel your wallet in your pocket, so they must have taken it from you. You didn’t have much money on you… nor did you have any working credit cards. You guess your license could be useful to them, but… 

Your head was spinning with countless thoughts. Tears welled in your eyes and soaked into your jeans. Were you going to die here? A sob wracked your chest, echoing off the walls of the basement. Terror and resignation washed over you, making your limbs feel heavy and numb. Hopelessness consumes you instantly, and you nearly faint when you hear footsteps approaching the door and it swings open with a loud squeak. 

You don’t immediately raise your head, terrified as to what you would see when you looked up. Is it one man, or multiple? You only hear one set of heavy footsteps going down the creaking stairs, so it’s like just one. What if he has a weapon? You clutch your pants tightly and tremble in place as the footsteps stop just short of the dirty mattress you were sat upon. 

“Bitch.” A thick, Russian accent cuts through the silence. When you don’t move or respond, he kicks your foot hard, causing you to squeak in fear. You peel your tear stained face away from your knees, face red from the slaps you received and snot running down your lips. 

“You listen, bitch!” He snarled at you. He was also wearing a balaclava, but he looked much, much larger than the other men that were in the back of the van with you. His face was mostly obscured, but you could make out his strong eyebrows and his piercing blue eyes. He must be the driver, you thought as you stated meekly up at him. 

“Radomir.” He points to himself. W-What? You stare blankly, owlish, and he nearly spits when he sighs in frustration. 

“Bitch.” He points at you. “Radomir.” He points back at himself. Is- Is that his name…? You nod hesitantly, and Radomir grunts in annoyance. 

“Bitch American.” You don’t know what he’s getting at, so you nod in acknowledgement. He continues on regardless. 

“Americans… much expensive.” His English was broken, almost incomprehensible. You try to understand what he’s getting at, but say noting in fear you would be hurt or worse. 

“Buy you. Freedom.” He points at you, then at the door. ‘Expensive…? Buy…?’ Wait- 

Are they trying to hold you for ransom?

The thought left a pit in your stomach. You weren’t on good terms with your parents, or family in general, and sure, you had friends, but you didn’t think they were the type to pay thousands of dollars to save somebody like you. You mindlessly nod your head, understanding the jist of it, even though it left you feeling like you were about to throw up. 

“Shut up and stay good.” He popped his knuckles, a silent threat as to what would come if you stepped out of line. You nodded again, and made yourself look as small as possible behind your knees. Seemingly satisfied, Radomir nodded back, turning to leave you in your makeshift cell. You watched him walk away, noticing just how broad he was, how strongly built he was. He could probably kill you with his bare hands… You waited for him to slam the door shut, and waited longer for his footsteps to fade before you rushed over to the bucket and puked your guts up. 

You guess they spent the next couple of days trying to extort you for money. There wasn’t much in your wallet, and they only had to raise a fist at you for you to spill where you had been staying at in the city. There goes all your belongings… you thought bitterly as you laid curled up on the mattress. It was so degrading using the bucket as a toilet, though it wasn’t like you ever had much to ear or drink. Every day, you had a glass of water every few hours and a single piece of bread to eat throughout the day. It was cold and almost rock hard, but it was better than nothing, you suppose.

To your surprise, the television actually worked. It was old and made a nostalgic clicking noise when you turned it on, and the audio was a little muffled, but it was something to chase away the fear and silence that surrounded you at nearly all times. All the channels were in Russian, of course, but you managed to find a sort of news channel that you watched in the vain hope that somebody, anybody, would have reported you missing and cared enough to broadcast your disappearance on the television. 

Of course, no such thing happened. 

By the fourth day, you were extremely frightened. What would become of you once they realized no one was coming for you? You couldn’t really believe that this was even happening to you! Did your family and friends not think anything was wrong? Did the masked men really get a hold of them, and they ignored their demands? What would they do to you now? Would they just kill you? Keep you as some sort of sex slave? None of the men really tried to touch you since you were thrown in the basement, but you remember how they groped you in the van, and your mind ran wild with possibilities. Lately, there was more and more noise coming from upstairs. Yelling, swearing most likely, and you feared the moment when there were heavy boot falls heading for the basement door, and a familiar figure came stomping down the stairs and headed straight for you. 

“You fucking bitch-!” 

“W-Wha-?” 

CRACK! 

Radomir leaned down and punched you in the side of the head. It came out of nowhere, with absolutely no warning and no way for you to prepare yourself for the blow. He didn’t hold back either, he hit you full force, hard enough that the pain you still had in your head from being kidnapped sprang back to life twofold. You could feel his broad knuckles dig into the delicate skin of your temple, and you genuinely thought this would be it for you. Your vision blacked out and for a moment you went unconscious. 

You didn’t feel him get on top of you and you didn’t hear him yelling profanities in both Russian and English at you. You vaguely felt your body move, but it wasn’t until you were slapped across the face that you struggled back awake, your breath catching in your throat as you felt the pain hit you full force. A sob then a wail leaves your mouth, your hands going up to protect your face as another punch was directed at your nose. Radomir cursed, pissed that you dare try to defend yourself from his wrath. He grabs your wrists with one hand, yanking your arms to the side so he could beat you as much as he wished. 

CRACK! 

Your nose breaks and a fountain of blood gushes from your nostrils. Your eyes water and overflow with tears, both from pain and fear. You can taste blood in your mouth and feel it running down your face and onto your neck. It stains your jacket and your teeth, and it leaves you totally submissive, unable to lift your arms or kick your legs. You hear Radomir call you a bitch, maybe even a whore, but your ears are ringing too loudly to decipher his thick accent. You blink rapidly, struggling to breathe thanks to your broken nose and tight throat.  

“Guh… P-Puh-lease…” Your voice came out in a squeaky croak. A wheezy breath leaves your mouth as you struggle to remain conscious. Is this how you die…? Stuck in a dirty basement, in a country you barely know, beaten to death by a man you can’t understand? No one has likely noticed you were even gone… 

You almost didn’t feel Radomir’s hands grasp around your throat. You however did feel the pressure of his fingers digging into your skin, pressing against something solid in your windpipe that creaked from his tight hold. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as Radomir strangles you, your arms flailing weakly until your hands find their way to his thick wrists. You can’t pull him off, so you try to beat against his chest, but the strength is totally sapped. Your vision goes black and fuzzy once again, and panic turns into numb acceptance. So you are going to die here, huh? Just as that thought cements itself in your mind, he lets go. 

You laid there, nose broken and likely cheek bones and eye sockets broken as well, blood smeared all over and dripping down your face. You cough, desperately trying to catch your breath. Your body is flaccid, completely unresponsive to your commands, though you aren’t even sure what you were trying to do. You aren’t strong enough to do anything, you only even have the will to try. You do nothing but lay there  and not even try to defend yourself as Radomir gives you an annoyed kick with his steel toed boot. You hear him yell loudly, enough to make your throbbing head rattle painfully. Loud bootfalls make their way down the stairs, the men still in their balaclavas, you think, and still in their thick jackets and pants. Okay, now is when you die, you think hazily. The men’s figures are smeared by your blurring vision, darkness overtaking your sight in bouts that leave you uncertain of the passage of time as they crowd around you. 

***

Your mind was blank, struggling to remember what was happening around you. In your current state, it was easy for the men to do what ever they wanted… Radomir remained on the mattress with you, grabbing at your jacket and ripping it over your head. He curses at you, curses you for being such a “worthless pig bitch”, literally and metaphorically. There was only one use for you now, and you would perform it whether you liked it or not, whether you wanted to or not. 

Your body wasn't his preferred type, being a ‘fat American pig’, but you had a warm hole and that’s all Radomir cared about. Some of his buddies liked fat girls, so you were in for a treat when they got their hands on you... He threw your jacket at the other men, then worked on tearing your shirt off your body. Your bra was rather plain, but your tits were big enough to be more than a handful, something that he liked quite a lot. Radomir pulled your bra up to your collarbone, allowing your breasts to flop out unceremoniously. Some of the men chuckled. A few palmed at their dicks over their pants in preparation for what was to come. You only shifted in your unconscious state, shivering from the cold and pulling away from the rough groping that your chest was receiving. One of your nipples was rubbed between a calloused thumb and forefinger, pinched and pulled roughly before it was released and your breast slightly jiggled in place. 

“This American pig is going to pay her ransom with her body!”

Radomir unzipped his pants, his cock already half hard from beating you up and fondling your half unconscious body. He grabbed your hair and pulled your face towards it, angling his dick toward your slightly agape mouth. His comrades hoot and holler, encouraging him to rape your mouth and to continue undressing you. He opened your mouth further, complying due to the uncomfortable pain you felt pinching your lower jaw. Radomir stuffed himself past your dry lips and onto your limp tongue, rubbing his shaft back and forth against it. You shift again, trying to pull away, but Radomir has you by the hair and is forcing you to take his thick cock, inch by inch, until your jaw is strained and you are choking on it in your half conscious state. 

“Take it, bitch! Take it!” Radomir swears as you in Russian. His comrades laugh and encourage him to face fuck you, even though you were limp and mostly non receptive. Your tongue wiggled slightly in your mouth, dragging against the underneath of his cock as he plunged it in and out of your mouth. 

He jerks himself off into your mouth as he forces your head to bob up and down. You numbly mimic the movements in the moments you are more conscious than not, confused and not at all grasping what was happening to you. You seek relief from the moments there is pressure inside of your throat, and flex involuntarily when the head of Radomir’s cock is pressing against your gag reflex. You nearly vomit a few times, but manage to swallow your bile before it comes spewing out of your nose or onto the masked man’s cock. If you were more aware, you would have been afraid to know what he would have done if you had vomited on him, but merely survival was on your mind, even if you didn’t have the awareness to fully realize those thoughts. 

One of the other men moved to remove your pants and panties, pulling them off together and casting them aside. He pulled your legs apart and spread your pussy lips open with his thumbs, pointing out how you were already becoming wet, from the beating you received and from being orally raped. He leaned down and spat on your slit, watching his saliva run down towards your entrance before he took your clit into his mouth and began to suck on it harshly. 

You moaned around Radomir’s cock, rolling  your hips towards the mouth that sucked on your clit. It felt good… The other masked man knew what he was doing, and made your body react honestly. If you were more conscious, you would have been horrified and disgusted, maybe you would even try to fight back a little, but in your current state you just enjoyed the feeling of your pussy being eaten out, a hot, wet tongue circling around your clit and diving down towards your entrance then snapping back to your sensitive nub… already you felt pressure building in your bladder, another muffled moan leaving your mouth as fingers plunged into your fluttering hole. You gagged on the cock in your mouth, brows furrowing at the salty taste of precum and unwashed dick. Radomir released a breathy grunt as he fucked your mouth harder and faster, cradling the back of your head as he face fucked you. You gurgled around his length, struggling to breathe as you felt some awareness come back to you. 

You wish it didn’t… 

Your eyes snapped open as you realized what was happening. A camera flash blinded you as you felt Radomir’s balls press against your chin, and a finger slip inside of your wet pussy as another man messily made out with it. You tried to snap your legs as a scream of horror bubbled up to the back of your throat, but it was swiftly cut off as you choked on Radomir once again. The thought to bite down briefly floated around in your mind, but the beating was still fresh on your face, and you were afraid Radomir, or one of the other men, would actually kill you if you didn’t comply with their demands. 

So you did, even though fear and disgust threatened to cause you to faint once again. 

“That’s it, gutter whore! You’re going to be our cum dumpster for tonight!” You couldn’t understand what Radomir said, but you recognized it as a swear. The finger inside of you plunged deep inside of you, a second being added before you were adequately prepared for it. The digits were thick enough to make you squirm, your walls burning uncomfortably even as your clit was being circled around by a wet tongue. The fact it sort of felt good was revolting to you. You don’t like it, it’s just a bodily reaction, you told yourself over and over again as you screwed your eyes shut. 

You had to give Radomir head. When’s the last time you’ve done something like this? No, there’s no possible comparison that you can make to your current circumstance. You try to focus on anything but the pounding between your legs or the throbbing cock in your mouth. What else was there, though? There were so many eyes on you, judging you, getting off to you being violated in front of them. They would be violating you too, you remind yourself. There’s so many of them… How are you going to survive this? It was hard to consider, especially as your ear was twisted and Radomir yelled “suck harder” in your face. He angled his cock to rub against your inner cheek, causing an exaggerated bump to poke out of the corner of your mouth. He popped his cock out of your mouth and slapped it across your face a few times, your saliva and his precum covering your face before he plunged his member back down your throat. 

Saliva and tears ran down your face, it becoming redder and redder the closer you felt to cumming. You had to force every muscle in your body to tense, you had to remind yourself that you didn’t want it, that once you cum things will never be the same. You don’t want to cum from being gang raped! You might not have a choice though, as your G-spot was massaged and your mind became foggy from lack of oxygen as you deep throated Radomir and from a building orgasm. Radomir grabbed the side of your head and held you steady as he bottomed out inside of your mouth.  

“Drink it, pig American bitch!” Radomir grunted as he stilled in your throat, leaving a knot that refused to let you breathe. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you are fingerfucked hard and fast while Radomir cums down your throat. 

It’s thick and hot, and it ends up squirting out of your nose as you desperately try to swallow it before you drown. It runs down your lips as tears well in your eyes, an embarrassing wet sound coming from between your legs as your body becomes aroused against your will. Radomir practically growls as he finishes in your mouth, some landing on your tongue and against the bridge of your nose as he pulls out of your mouth and slaps his length against your face once again. 

“Yes! That’s it!” He grunts in Russian. He pulls you back, away from the man eating you out and fingering you, and flips you onto your stomach. 

“Face down, ass up, pig!” You tremble in place, almost hyperventilating as you obey his commands. He plunges a thick finger into your pussy, checking to see just how wet you were, before he slaps you on the ass and takes his place behind you.  

“D-Don’t… Please…” You whimper softly as you feel Radomir’s cock rub against your pussy. It’s hot and thick, thicker than anything you had ever taken before.  All around you, the men were now jerking off in anticipation for their turn. Was he really their boss? Did he get to go first while the others waited their turn…? You were terrified to know what would happen to you. In response to your words, Radomir slapped you again on the ass, laughing at you and speaking to his comrades in Russian before he suddenly pushed inside of you to the hilt. 

“O-OW! PLEASE-!” You began to beg for mercy, but was cut off as he grabbed you by the neck and began to fuck you, hard and fast. The little preparation you had did nothing to prepare you for the thickness of his cock. It was by far the biggest cock you ever had in your pussy, and he didn’t care that you were struggling to accommodate him. If anything, he got off to your tightness and cries as his balls slapped against your clit, your ass and tits bouncing and jiggling with the rhythm of his hips…

“Shit, tight pig pussy-!” He groaned as he slapped you on the ass again, grabbing your hips and pounding into you as he forced you to bury your face in the mattress, squeaking and screaming as your cervix was hit over and over again. Everything burned, though steadily you felt a hot feeling pooling in your lower abdomen the longer this went on. You were already sore, but could do nothing to alleviate the feeling building inside of you. Every time you tried to pull away, Radomir would pull you flush onto his cock, laughing at you and mocking you for “trying to run away” from his cock. Another picture was taken, though you could barely recognize it from the pain you were in. It wasn’t like you could do anything to stop it… 

So you just kept your head down, crying and screaming as you were violently raped from behind, being partially strangled with six other men watching you like how starving dogs look at a piece of meat. You felt fingers around your neck, pressing into your skin and making it hard to breathe. It grew tighter as Radomir’s hips began to stutter, and your pussy began clenching and your clit throbbed as you both became close at the same time. You choked on your cries, bladder filling suddenly as your G-Spot was hit over and over again. Your body trembled and your walls spammed, something inside of you snapped just before Radomir began to cum inside of you. 

“GUH-! N-NOOO-!” You screamed as you squirted all over his dick, your muscles pushing his cock out of you as your hips bucked mercilessly and pussy clenched at nothing. All the men hooted and hollered, shouting profanities as Radomir forced his cock back inside of you just as he started to groan. He fucked you through your climax, the head of his member slamming into your cervix over and over again. He kept you pinned in place by your neck, crooning in Russian while he raped you. There was a loud SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUELCH coming from between your legs, mortifying, but you couldn’t think at all thanks to how hard you were cumming. Your mouth was agape as you felt him cum inside of you, hot and sticky strands of cum painting your walls white. No-! No, no-! It’s not a safe time! It’s not a safe time for- f-for-! 

“Fuck yes! Pig bitch!” Radomir slaps you on the ass again and fucks his cum into you. You throw your head side to side, groaning and whimpering in pain and disgust as you feel it pool inside of you. You feel it hit your cervix, and remember that you haven’t taken any birth control in quite some time. What if you get pregnant from this…? As he pulls out, it drips out of you and onto the stained mattress below. Had they done this before…? Were you just one of many women they had tried to extort and gang raped…? You whimper as he slaps you on the ass, saying something in Russian to his comrades. 

They all rush towards you, before you even had a moment to recover from cumming, and are fighting over who gets to fuck you first. One man slips behind you during the ruckus, jamming his cock inside you and begins fucking you just as another grabs your hair and forced his musky-smelling member into your mouth. You don’t even have time to clench your jaw shut, taking it all the way down your throat much to your dismay. It was only now that you realized what was in store for you, as you were being roughly spit roasted from both sides. I’m going to be gang raped, you thought as your holes were violated at the same time. You try to push both men away slightly, just enough for you to breathe, but they grab your wrists and pull them in opposite directions so you are helpless as they continue to rape you. 

“GLUG-! GLURK! UGH-!” The urge to urinate takes over, and you squirt all other the man’s cock just as he begins to cum inside of you. Not letting any of his jizz go to waste, he forces himself back inside of you just as you push him out, milking himself inside your cunt and slapping his cock onto your clit before rubbing his length against it. His cum drips out of you, slimy and mixing in with your own climax. He pulls away and is instantly replaced with another cock, thinner this time but with more length, as it presses firmly against your cervix as your mouth is filled with cum. 

It’s salty, almost bitter. You retch, choking on it as your stomach revolts against your control. Just before it all is shot into your mouth, he pulls out, angling his dick so his cum lands on one of your brows and drips down towards your eye. You have to screw them shut to prevent any from getting into your eyes. You cough and gag, crying and moaning as your G-spot is hit repeatedly. You are laughed at as the masked man finishes jerking himself off on your face. 

“Taste good, pig?” The man wipes his cock off on your cheek and is replaced with another, smelling sour and tasting just as bad as Radomir’s. He fucks the inside of your cheek, beckoning another man over so he too would force himself inside of your mouth. Both your cheeks were full, and you were forced to bob your head up and down their lengths as the other man behind you forced you to fuck up and down his length. 

It was all too overwhelming for you! It didn’t even feel good, yet your body forced you to cum over and over again all over their cocks. You lost track of how many creampies you were forced to take. Eventually they all dripped out of you and onto the mattress below, staining your thighs as they were forced to rub together. Your stomach was full of cum, your face and hair covered in it when you were too busy cumming to keep your mouth around their cocks. Your nipples were pinched red-raw and ached from being pulled on. Someone kept slapping them, calling you a cow and asking if you needed to be milked. When you were being raped from behind for the fifth time, the men slapped you on the ass and forced you to moo like a cow and oink like a pig. You did so through tears and crossed eyes as you squirted from the rough treatment, your pussy forcing out cum as you convulsed with your ass up and face pressed on the mattress by a dirty boot heel. 

“Move over! I want to fuck this bitch’s ass!” One of the men said in Russian. You had no idea what he meant, too busy moaning and oinking and coming down from your high to realize that he was jamming his cock not into your sore pussy, but into your virgin asshole. 

“Guh…? Huh? N-No! N-Not there!” You stammer through a sore jaw. It hurt to breathe still, let alone speak, but you knew what was coming would hurt even worse than what has already happened to you… 

You try to clench your muscles but he is already partially inside you. The ring of your anus burns from the stretch of his cock. He is trying to fuck you hard and fast but your body physically will not allow it. It doesn’t stop him from trying though, and you are forced to take it, with the other men laughing at your screams of pain and humiliation as he anally rapes you. It’s only getting worse… It’s only getting fucking worse…! 

You can’t do this. You can’t! You want out of the situation. You try to disassociate but every time he moves it’s agony inside you. It burns like hellfire and you can’t escape it, though you certainly try. There’s no moving under the boot you are trapped under, so you can only stay in place and cry as you are savagely fucked from behind. You want to vomit when he cums inside of you, the feeling of sticky hot cum flooding your bowels making you feel ill and even more violated than you were before. He pulls out of you with a wet pop, and his cum is trapped inside of you due to your tightness. Another man grabs your hips and instead of slipping into your overused pussy, he thrusts into your ass, easier than the first but still you’re so tight that you nearly reject him outright. 

“N-NO! PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!” Your screams of protest fall on deaf ears. If anything, it excites him to rape you even harder, his balls slapping against your pussy and hitting your clit in just the right way to force you to cum, in spite of the pain that you are in. 

“What a fucking slut!” 

“She must really like it in the ass!” 

“Why weren’t we doing this from the beginning?!” 

“I want another turn with her already!” 

They all take turns fucking you in the ass, until you are soft and loose enough to take even the largest among them with ease. Only Radomir caused you to scream in agony yet again, his cock so thick that you struggled to accommodate it in the slightest. He had you folded in a mating press, your knees framing your face as he pounded into your ass. You screamed so loud and for so long that you lost your voice, your toes curling so hard that your feet cramped painfully. You couldn’t stop squirting, even as he bottomed out inside of you and cummed with a vicious snarl. 

But it wasn’t over yet. 

You got completely lost in the sensation of overstimulation. You were tossed around like a rag doll, a toy for the men to play with until they ultimately grew bored of you. But it seemed like they hadn’t had a woman in ages, and their balls were full and ready to burst with all the cum inside of them. And you were the perfect little hole for them to dump it all into. 

“Come here, piggy!” One man laid down on the mattress and wiggled his cock at you, inviting you to sit on it. Between sobs and moans, you oblige, but just barely. 

You have no choice here, right? You manage to pull yourself onto his lap, body trembling from multiple orgasms still wracking your frame as you hovered over his cock. He slapped you on the ass, and you groaned as you slid down his cock. Slowly, feeling every inch of him filling you up, his length pressing and rubbing against your walls until the head of his member is pressed firmly against your cervix, your full weight bearing down on him. 

“Fuck, she’s heavy! A real fat ass…” He says in Russian, grabbing your stomach and love handles as an emphasis to his point. You shake, hating how he handled you, how they all handled you. You begin to move your hips, weakly, as you're exhausted and barely able to feel your legs, but he forces you to sit up on your haunches, as though you were crouched over him. 

“Fuck this dick properly, bitch!” He yells in English. Your ass is smacked, and you squeal in pain and humiliation as you force yourself to bounce on his cock, in a position that feels extra embarrassing to you for some reason. 

It’s hard on your legs and back, and it’s hard to focus when your pussy is buzzing incessantly from all the stimulation! You were forced to sit upright, head tilted back slightly so your sweat and cum drenched hair could fall from your face. They wanted to see you fuck him, red faced and streaked with tears and with saliva dripping down from your chin. Your legs shook with effort, your back screamed for release, your every begged for a break, but you wouldn’t get one. 

Someone brushed a few strands of hair from your face and smoothed down your hair, a gentle gesture, considering he had so violently raped you minutes ago. Or was it hours…? He picked up your wrists and posed you, making your index and middle finger stretch out while your other digits clenched into a fist. You didn’t understand what he was doing at first, but soon realized with the snap of a camera and a finger hooked into your cheek, forcing a distorted half smile on your face that you were being photographed. 

“That’s it! Smile for the camera!” 

You would have cried, if you had the energy to even care what was happening to you anymore. There was a hollow vacancy in your eyes that would have haunted the average person, but not your attackers. Instead they were the ones that got off on hurting others, in making them bend and break to their wills, in taking all that they could from their victims until nothing but a shell remained. You thought they had already taken everything from you, that you had nothing left to give, but yet again they proved that their depravity knew little boundaries, and that they were hell bent on traumatizing you to the fullest extent of their power. 

“Move over! I want to fuck her now!”

Confused, your eyes widen as you are pushed forwards, so you are resting against the chest of the man underneath you. Behind you, another man was mounting you, pinning you in place and grabbing the fat of your hip as he lined his cock up with your asshole. You wanted to protest, you wanted to scream for him to stop, but nothing other than a raspy squeak left your mouth as he pushed into you without a word, your face contorting into tortured pleasure as both your holes were filled at the same time. 

“GUH-!~ H-HUH-!~ UHNN-!~” Noises left your throat that you had never heard before. You haven’t ever been so full before, felt so much pleasure that it felt like pain. Or was it pain that felt like pleasure now? It all blended together into an amalgamation that was wholly unknown to you, until now. 

It felt like you were about to be ripped apart from the inside. Your holes were stretched to their limits. Inside, you could feel their cocks rubbing together through the thin wall that separated your pussy from your ass. It couldn’t break, could it…? The back of your head was grabbed, and you were forced to pick it up, a meaty cock swinging in your face and still coated in your pussy juices. You already knew what to do, frenzied by the friction in your pussy and ass, and set your mouth onto his girthy dock with your tongue hanging out and ropes of drool dripping down towards your bouncing tits. 

You cleaned his cock as you were raped in both holes, slobbering all over it and taking it deep into your mouth. You felt compelled to look up at him, his features totally obscured by the balaclava he wore, save for his beady eyes that leered down at you as you deep throated his member. You made disgusting noises, moans of surrender and loud, gagging slurps as you willingly gave him head. He took hold of your throat and forced himself deeper inside of your mouth, plunging so far down your gullet that you were unable to breathe. Snot and saliva spewed out of your nose as you tried to take a breath, your eyes bulging as he seemingly tried to grab himself through the thin muscle of your outer throat. He pinched your jugular through his fingers, making your vision go black as your pussy spasmed and squirted all over the cocks inside of you. He ultimately released the pressure on your throat, pulling himself out of your mouth and stroking himself vigorously until he grunted and groaned loudly. Hot ribbons of cum shot out onto your face, coating it from your hairline all the way down to your chin in messy lines. You let your mouth open, catching some of his cum onto your tongue as you were creampied in the cunt yet again, more cum flooding your ass soon after as the man behind you thrusted sharply into you over and over again with a breathy grunt of satisfaction. 

“Fuck, such a tight little ass… Though not anymore, when we’re through with it!” 

Something inside of you was breaking every time they cummed inside of your ass. It was beginning to feel like nothing, maybe even a little good, like your pussy. Throbbing and buzzing, blood pounding into your nethers as you are never given a moment to come down from the high of climax… 

You didn’t know what was worse: having both your holes fucked at once or having one hole double stuffed with cocks. You didn’t think it would be possible to fit two inside your pussy at once, let alone your ass! You couldn’t scream, even though you desperately tried to do so. It’s too much! Too much! You were stretching to the point it began to hurt in a different way, like you were a virgin again and your underused muscles were stretched beyond their limits. The feeling of two thick, hot cocks in your already overstimulated cunt was too much for you to bear. You can’t remember when two other men began to push into your ass, but it briefly broke you out of your stupor. 

“C-Caaan’t- N-Noooo moooore…” You whined as a second cock was pushed into your already full ass. Your teeth chattered and your breath seized in your chest. It won’t fit…! The head pops into your ass. IT WON’T FUCKING FIT! 

You kick your feet and squeal as your body is forced to accommodate yet another dick. Your mouth is agape in a silent scream as your body rocks with mismatched thrusts. The men grunt and groan as they rape you, one grabbing a fistful of your hair while the other grabs a handful of your ass and spreads your cheeks open so you really feel the burn of your ass being split apart. 

“G-Gonna die… P-Please-“ You stuttered through yet another climax. The mattress was soaking wet with your fluids and stuck to your body. Would they really kill you in the end? You wondered if you could die from being fucked for so long. Your pleas were silenced by another dick being shoved into your mouth. You were too exhausted to even move anymore, but the men didn’t seem to mind at this point. Seeing you so utterly broken certainly turned them on, and it renewed their desire for your body. 

Click! 

Nothing will ever be the same again… How can your body ever go back to normal after such brutality? How can you ever go back to being ‘normal’ after such a thing? You will never be able to trust again, never be able to walk down the street ever again, never see a van ever again or even another man ever again without remembering this very moment. You may survive this, but you will not be the same woman you were only a few days ago…

***

You laid there, covered in cum and sweat, twitching and convulsing from overstimulation. All of your holes leaked cum, making you feel dirty and slick to the touch. The seven men were still crowded around you, cocks still out and aimed towards you. You didn’t realize what was happening at first, until you felt your hair become wet with warm water and the stink of piss filled the air. They all were pissing on you, a final insult to the gang rape they subjected you to. You couldn’t do anything other than cry, curling in on yourself as you prayed for it to be over. 

“That’s what a pig deserves. To be covered in filth!” Radomir laughed at you, zipping himself back up and walking away from you. One after another, they finished pissing all over you, covering your entire body in their bodily fluids before they zipped up and walked back upstairs, leaving you shivering and covered in filth in the cold basement where your clothing was thrown all over the place and you had no way of leaving even if you wanted to. 

There was no cleaning yourself up. All you could do was try to squat down and finger their cum out of your pussy and ass. What if you get pregnant from this…? Tears fell from your swollen eyes, your body trembling from stress and pain. There’s so much inside of you… Your cervix was sore from the pummeling it received, and considering you are sure you were due to ovulate soon, if you weren’t already… 

No, you can’t think about it. Not now, not when you’re just trying to survive. 

You put your clothes back on and lay back down on the cum and piss soaked mattress. You lose track of time, crying and drifting in and out of unconsciousness. What else could you do? You were still trapped in this godforsaken basement, with no way out that wasn’t through seven men that proved they weren’t afraid to hurt you in terrible ways… 

You aren’t sure how much time had passed initially. Your body and clothing had dried out and you’re sure bruises had strung up all over your face and body as a whole. You spent the entire time sleeping, until Radomir came stomping down stairs with an expectant look on his face. 

“Spread it, pig bitch.” 

You had to expect it, but a part of you didn’t at all. He pulled your pants and panties off and spread your legs open as he unzipped his pants. You stared at the ceiling as he raped you again, your body bouncing and jiggling hard as he fucked you. All you felt was a pervasive soreness inside of you, alongside a worthlessness as he pulled your shirt and bra up so he could squeeze your chest. He finished inside of you again, though not before you had cummed yourself. It dirtied the mattress further and got all over his pants, to which he slapped you before spitting in your face and leaving you alone again. 

They took turns fucking you throughout the days and nights to follow. Sometimes alone, sometimes as a group. They weren’t as rough with you as the first time they raped you, but if you ever grew bold and tried to resist, they reminded you with a swift slap where you belonged, and that you had no choice in what was happening to you. The ones with better English mocked your circumstances, pinching and squeezing your fat stomach and telling you that you already looked pregnant with their child, that if you tried to abort it they would beat you within an inch of your life and impregnate you once again. They wouldn’t let you clean their cum out of your pussy anymore, forcing you to remain dirty, to maximize the chances you would actually become pregnant. You stopped caring at some point, just laying there blank faced as they toyed with you, fingering and fucking you until you couldn’t cum anymore, until you passed out and they still wouldn’t stop until they were satisfied. But then one day… 

It just stopped. 

You heard Radomir descend the steps once again, fully expecting to be raped again, but this time he had a blindfold in one hand and handcuffs in the other. 

“Be good, pig bitch. Or else.” You didn’t try to test your luck. You let him blindfold and cuff you, trembling as he carried you upstairs and threw you into the back of a familiar van. Is this it? Did they become bored of you and are going to kill you now? 

You could only hear your pounding heart, and couldn’t remember if this was the same way you came out here, or if they were taking you somewhere else. You heard a lot of other cars, honking like you were in a populated area. You didn’t know what to expect, so when your blindfold was suddenly removed and a familiar suitcase thrusted into your hand, you were more than a little confused. It’s… yours? You recognized it! But then… why? Radomir grabbed your shoulder and forced you to face the van doors. 

“We have ID. Don’t think we won’t find you if you report.” His tone was even but chilly, especially as he gripped your shoulders and squeezed down on them hard. You only nod, tears welling in your bruised eyes as two other men move to open the doors. 

“Go home. And if ever bored, come back to Russia. We treat you right.” Radomir laughed, along with his comrades, as he pushed you out the door. Something was shoved into your hand as you nearly went tumbling out of the van, which screeched off the moment you hit the ground. It’s… a ticket? 

You were at the airport, literally the last thing you expected.  They just… They had their way with you, and then they are letting you go? Just like that? You almost couldn’t believe it, even as you stepped inside, even as you went through security and had your bags checked. You didn’t have an opportunity to go through your luggage, and expected things to be stolen, but for the most part everything you came to Russia with, you were leaving with as well, save for your money and electronics. Fine. If that’s what takes you to get home, you are fine with parting with it. However, what you weren’t fine with was the photographs that the airport worker found in your carry-on luggage, sitting right on top of some clothing and miscellaneous junk you had bought as souvenirs before you were abducted. 

At first, you had no idea what they were, seeing as you didn’t take many pictures and had none developed. Once you recognized the compromising positions you were in, with cocks in your mouth, pussy and ass, it was completely mortifying for you. They really did take pictures of you… Your face was black and blue and swollen, and your body was covered in cum and other bodily fluids. The agent looked down at the first, and flipped through several of them, each more compromising than the last, before he looked up at you. 

“Had a good time, huh?” He smirked as he shoved them back inside your back. Your pussy ached from looking at those pictures, and from the fact another human being saw them and dared to say such a thing to you. You snatched your bag away and hurried off, head down and tears in your eyes as you went to wait for your plane ride home. 

You went to the bathroom, and saw just how bruised your face still was. How can anyone look at you and think you weren’t beaten from an inch of your life? It explained all the sideways looks you received, all the eyes darting away from you, as though you were something shameful to look at. 

That’s all you are and ever will be. 

You sank down into your seat when you returned, your mind drifting back to the photos in your carry on bag. You wanted to throw them away, but you were afraid someone would find them, that the masked men and Radomir would find them. Your fingers itched to unzip the bag. You wanted to throw it all away, all reminders of this goddamn trip. Yet…

What are you doing? You can see the photos peeking out at you from under the partially unzipped flap. You looked around. There was nobody nearby. You were alone, near a wall. Your heart throbs and squeezes in your chest as you see yourself, covered in bodily fluids and curled up on the mattress in the basement. Monsters… You feel humiliation and numbness wash over you as you pick at another picture, pulling it over the first. It was you, forced to smile and giving a ‘peace’ sign with your fingers as you fuck one of the men. You barely remember that moment. You barely remember any of the instances that were photographed… Slumping in your seat, you fail to fight back the tears that burned in your eyes. 

What did you do to deserve this? Why didn’t anyone try to save you? Your parents, your family… they left you to the mercy of those men. Why? And why do you have a sickening heat pooling in your stomach the more you look at those photographs? Something must have broken inside of you. You’re beyond fucked up and you’re sure there’s no going back. 

Your worst nightmare has come to pass. 

Your rapist is now a fixture in your daily life. 

You don’t even know how it really started. He was everywhere in your life the moment he realized that you were pregnant with his child. He sent you flowers and food while you were at work, pretending to be a loving partner when he couldn’t be further from it. Your coworkers were surprised to see that you had a ‘partner’. Your friend group was just as surprised, commenting on the fact that you kept him a ‘secret’ from them, even though you didn’t really consider yourself very close to them at all. They never asked about your black eyes and bruises, only commenting on your growing stomach and how hard it would be to become a single mother on your paycheck with no familial support. Yes, you were well aware. You had thoughts of giving his child up for adoption before she was born, but that hope was dashed the moment her father barged back into your life. 

He endeared himself to your friends, even to your estranged family that you haven’t spoken to in years. He wormed his way into your life with startling speed, shaking hands and giving polite cheek kisses to the women that he would sooner rape as he would give them a smile. You just stood there as he did it, head swimming and body feeling floaty as he talked to your parents, being welcomed by your father and praised by your mother for helping you ‘get your life straightened out’. You sat there and smiled, idly bouncing his  daughter on your knee in a bid to prevent your nerves from getting the better of you. You knew what would await you at home, if you so much as breathed incorrectly around this man. 

So you bit the inside of your cheek and played pretend in front of your family as they cooed over your new baby, one that you’ve bonded with, in spite of your circumstances. You stare at his daughter, feeling anxious as so many people get close to her and touch her soft little body. You move to take her back, but one look from your dear rapist has you remaining seated, a chill running down your spine as you fix your eyes somewhere on the floor. 

Almost two weeks after his daughter was born, he took you to a restaurant. Told you to dress nicely. So you did, or at least you tried to. Your body has changed significantly with pregnancy and childbirth, and most of your old clothes no longer fit you. You guessed he knew this, and bought you a little black dress that you could barely fit in. Your ass nearly hung out of them and your tits were about to pop out of the dress’s seams. But you gritted your teeth and wore it, along with the pearl necklace and earrings that he had bought alongside the dress. 

He didn’t compliment you when you arrived at the restaurant, merely waited for you to sit down at the table. You sat there, awkwardly, trying not to think about his baby with a stranger in your home. He ordered his food- a rare rib eye and grilled vegetables- and then proceeded to order for you- a mere leafy green salad, no entrée. Another jab at your weight… You tried to hold back tears as he fished something from his pocket, and waited for the food to come out. After cutting a bite out of his steak, he wiped his mouth and stood up. 

Then proceeded to get down on one knee. 

The rest was a blur. You just… You couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening to you? Why? What did you do to deserve this…? There were cheers and applause, some people snapped pictures as he slid the ring onto your chubby finger. They changed during your pregnancy, so he must have measured them sometime while you were asleep… There was a blank half smile on your face for the rest of the night. You don’t remember if you ate anything, and you don’t remember returning to your home. You just sort of blinked, and then it was dark and he was on top of you, strangling you as he finished inside of you for the final time that night. 

Why…? Why you? 

You were forced to make breakfast, even though you were beat up from the previous night and utterly exhausted from having tended to the baby at the same time. He sat at the table and ate his food, noisily slurping down some coffee as you sat there, with his daughter attached to your breast. 

“The wedding is at the end of the month.” He said with as much enthusiasm as one would comment on the weather. You just blink, still not fully processing the fact that this was happening at all. 

“Those bruises better heal, or I’m going to have to pay extra to get them covered up.” He crunched on some toast, and your stomach nearly revolted against your control as you heard him chew. 

“Is that clear?” You don’t understand the question. You sit there dumbly, patting the baby on the back as she suckles on your swollen nipple. 

“I SAID ‘IS THAT CLEAR?!’” You jump as his palm connects with the table. His daughter begins to cry. You begin to cry. He clicks his tongue at you and stands up, and you instinctively flinch and cover your face as he leans over you. But he doesn’t hit you, instead, he takes his daughter out of your hands and gently lays her head on his shoulder. 

“Ohh, it’s okay~ Mommy’s just a stupid piggy bitch that doesn’t know her place! Isn’t that right?~” He cooed at her. Her crying slowly settles to a whimper, and you were the only one left ugly crying, with your tit hanging out and milk leaking from your nipple. You squeal as he grabs a fistful of your hair. He pulls it hard, but lets go just as you feel your hair begin to tear from its roots. 

“I’m going to work. The house should be clean and dinner ready when I get home.” He went upstairs and placed your daughter into her crib, and you just sat there at the table, tears falling from your face as you heard him put his shoes on and slam the front door behind him as he left. 

None of it felt real to you, even as you were fitted for your wedding dress. Your mother and other female relatives were so happy for you, ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ over you as the veil was placed in your hair. You tried to smile, but it came off as forced, though it’s not like anyone showed you much mind at all, except your mother. 

“Don’t worry! All brides have the pre-wedding jitters!” She smoothed your dress down and patted you on the back. “I know I did when I married your father.” She laughed, and you couldn’t help but burst into tears. Your family gathered around, seemingly assuming that they were tears of happiness instead of tears of resignation and fear. 

You dissociated for the entirety of your wedding. Your memories of it are blurry at best, you having kept your head down because you indeed had bruises from your now husband beating you the night before. The make-up artist covered them up, no questions asked. You guess she must have known him, or he just knew a lot of sleazy people that would do anything if the price was right. In the photos of that day, you barely recognized yourself under all the makeup you had to wear. How did no one else notice this? Maybe they didn’t care about you as much as you thought they did, or maybe they were just blind to it all. You weren’t sure which was worse… In most of the pictures, you had a weak smile on your lips, just barely visible under your slightly bowed head. You flinched when he leaned in to kiss you, but the crowd still clapped and cheered nonetheless. 

It was only when you were on the honeymoon did your senses come back to you. What the hell were you doing?! How could you allow this to happen?! You pulled away from him when he tried to take your dress off in the hotel room. It was a mistake, you knew that, but you couldn’t think of anything more revolting than to be touched by this man at this very moment. 

“…what are you doing?” His tone was dark, much like his facial expression when you turned to face him. You swallowed thickly, looking away as you began to back away from him. 

“I’m- I’m on my period.” It was such a weak excuse, one that did not go over very well with your now husband. He scowls at you and roughly grabs the front of your dress. 

“You think I give a shit? I’ve fucked your disgusting fat ass so many times already!” He grabbed the back of your head and ripped your hair out of its styling, and you cried out in pain as he wrestled you to the bed. 

“Please! Stop it!” You begged, knowing full well that it would be in vain. He grunted in frustration as you fought back for the first time… ever, really. You tried to slap him, but missed, and he released your hair and brought back his clenched fist. 

You blink rapidly, feeling stunned as he had punched you right on the bridge of your nose. Blood immediately began to gush from your nostrils, dripping down your face and onto your bridal gown. Your arms drop and you stop fighting, allowing him to flip you on your stomach as he unbuckles his trousers. 

“Know your fucking place, bitch!” He spat as he lifted the back of your skirt. He had to dig under it to reach your panties, which he tore down to your mid thigh as he brushed his fingers against your puffy, pink slit. 

“Nice and wet for me… See? I knew you wanted it…” He purred as he lined up with your entrance. You squeeze your eyes shut and gasp as he enters you, and cling onto the sheets as he fucks you into blissful oblivion against your will. 

It was like this every single night he was home. During the day, save the mornings, you were left alone, expected to take care of the house and the baby. Whenever he got home, you had to cater to his every whim, including of course sex. Even if you didn’t want it. No, you didn’t want it. At all! It disgusted and pained you to be fucked by him, and you hated every moment of it! You wanted to leave, but he made you quit your job right after the baby was born. You had no money whatsoever, and he would know if you left to work in secret thanks to the cameras he had installed in the house. Once, you tried to hire a baby sitter, and just as you had found someone, he had returned home with fire in his eyes and clenched fists. Never again… You knew better than to fight it anymore, and you just let whatever happened to you because it was easier than trying to rebel against it. 

It was less painful too… 

You knew what your only purpose was, he reminded you nearly every day what that was, when he was fucking you raw and filling you with his seed. “You’re just a breeding sow, a pig for me to dump my cum into, until a baby pops out.” Your dear husband declared that you owed him a son, now that you’ve given him a wonderful baby girl. The thought of carrying another of his children sickened you! …so why did the thought also make you so wet?! 

Something was broken in your brain. You had been raped too many times, and now your body not only expected it, but craved it. You found yourself preparing your pussy for when your dear husband returned at night, just so it wouldn’t hurt when he raped you, you would tell yourself. You also masturbated at the memory of the first time he broke into your house, fingering yourself until your juices hit the ceiling, cumming so hard that you forget it was nonconsenusal, and that you were fucked in the head for getting off to it. Maybe a part of you looks forward to the moments where he flips up your short dress and pounds you into the floor or wall, or when he puts you in a headlock and bullies your cervix until you think it’s about to cave in on itself. 

It’s only a matter of time before you're pregnant again. You’re ovulating, and the thought of being raped yet again as your legs quivering and your pussy leaking juices down your legs as you diligently wash the dishes in the kitchen sink. The short dress that you wore left nothing to the imagination, it accentuated your thick, curvy figure. It was of course one that your dear husband had picked out for you. You always wore an apron over it, with no bra or panties underneath your clothing. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t have felt so vulnerable in your own home but now? You are nothing but that… 

You strain your ears for your dear husband’s car and hear nothing. You lean your elbows against the counter and sigh to yourself. You’re so tired… It’s exhausting taking care of a house and a baby and a psychopathic rapist all at the same time. You weren’t sure if you could keep this up. And he wants another child?! You couldn’t do this anymore… You stare blankly at the dishes remaining in the sink, knowing you would get into trouble once he got home from work. Work… What did he even do for work? Did he even work? Or was he raping other women during his ‘business trips’? The thought made you sick, yet at the same time, you couldn’t help but think ‘glad it’s not me’. Maybe he would grow bored of this little ‘family’ that he’s pretending you two have and move on to another poor young woman instead? You could hope, you suppose, even if it was in vain. 

Just keep your head down and submit, like you always do. At least he won’t hurt you if you do as you’re told… You continue to wash dishes, vaguely aware that it was sometime close to midnight. If he’s not here yet, he won’t be home until tomorrow… It’s almost a relief for you. You allow your shoulders to sag and your eyes to close as you mindlessly scratch at a dish with a sponge. You could almost relax. Almost… But before you could, you felt an arm snake around your waist and a hand clamp onto your mouth from behind. 

“MMPFH-?!” Your startled cry is muffled behind a broad hand. A familiar hand. You feel hot breath tickle your ear as a tall man leans down towards your neck. 

“Miss me, baby?” A familiar, gruff voice whispers into your skin. Your hackles raise and your skin crawls as a kiss is placed on the nape of your neck, and it takes all your will power to not flinch away in fear and disgust.  

“M-Mmm…” You couldn’t help the tight lipped response. No, of course you didn’t miss him! The days you were alone with his baby could almost trick you into believing that everything was alright. Normal, even. But it always came crashing down whenever he returned… 

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as he slowly pushes you forward, leaning on you until your pudgy stomach is flush with the countertop, and your breasts hang precariously over the sink full of water. He shoved a knee in between your legs, wiggling it around until it pushed past your plush thighs and was seated directly against your bare pussy. He rocked his knee forwards and backwards, in a slow, methodical rhythm. You took in a sharp breath and held it, trembling as heat pooled in your stomach. 

“Did this piggy pussy miss me?” He breathed in your ear. You bit the inside of your cheek, not wanting to answer. It was too embarrassing! What part of that did he not understand?! When you didn’t respond, he grabbed the back of your neck and squeezed it tightly. 

“Did you hear me, bitch?!” He hissed into your ear, shaking you so violently that you swear you felt your brain bounce off your skull. Your breasts dipped into the water and sloshed it around, splashing all over the front of your apron where it soaked into your dress. You squeeze your eyes shut, whimpering as you nod your head in acknowledgement. 

“Yes what?!” 

“Yes, sir!” You squeaked, undignified and defeated. 

His pet name for himself. ‘Sir’. He didn’t deserve to be called that, but you would never say that to his face. You were already his punching bag, so if the psycho wanted you to call him ‘sir’, then you would call him ‘sir’. It was mandatory that you called him that. The punishment for not doing so could be any number of things. A slap to the face, spit in your eye, a punch to the side of the head- but never to your stomach. No, no, he would never harm any future children, no. He steered clear of your abdomen when it came to dealing punishments. 

How lucky for you. 

“That’s right.” His voice lowered once again, a soft coo as he reached around and began to fondle your now wet breasts. 

You whimpered as he groped your chest. He didn’t seem to mind the soapy dish soap that had soaked into your clothing. Despite having fed your daughter barely thirty minutes before he had come home, your breasts were already full of milk. You could feel milk leaking into your dress top, a sick feeling of relief and dread filling you as he pulled your top down and allowed your breasts to flop out against the apron you were still wearing. 

Your breasts were barely hidden under the apron, almost three cup sizes larger than your already too large bust was before your pregnancy. Your dear husband reached under the apron and pulled your breast to the side, so it was fully exposed. 

“Fuck, they are so heavy…” He groans into your ear, squeezing down on the fat under his fingers until a steady stream erupted from your sensitive nipple. 

“N-NGGH-!~” You moaned, flushing at the sight of your own breast milk mixing in with the dishwater underneath you. It would be a lie to say it didn’t feel good, that he didn’t make you feel good. You hated it, but you arched your back all the same and rubbed your thighs together in order to feel some kind of relief from the pressure building inside your gut. 

“Does that feel good?” He cooed, massaging your breast in a way that made the stream of your milk wax and wane. You nod, but remember at the last moment what you had to do. 

Your toes curl against the linoleum floor as he suddenly pinches your nipple. The sensation is enough to make your eyes water and your muscles cramp around your bladder. You make a noise somewhere between a gasp and a choked moan, watching behind tears as your dear husband manhandled you with no regard as to how you feel. He lifted your breast by your nipple, gently shaking it until you buckled under the feeling and squealed loudly in protest. He dropped you, chuckling as he fondled your other nipple under your apron. 

“That’s right! It seems you haven’t forgotten how to squeal for me since I was gone!” He laughed as he tweaked your other nipple. You sob, begging for mercy as he squeezes your milk out of both your breasts at the same time. 

“Fuck, it’s so hot that you are full of milk…” He groans in your ear. He continuously squeezes it out of you, pulling at your tits in a way reminiscent of how a farmer would milk a cow. “It’s so sexy you feed my child with these massive tits of yours…” He squeezes down hard, hard enough to hurt and leave bruises, but it makes you squirm in a way that wasn’t solely due to pain. 

He suddenly releases you, and you sigh in relief. It’s not over yet, though… It never is, not until he’s emptied his balls inside of your cunt. He hooks his leg around your own, forcing you to spread your legs wide. Just get it over with… You brace for the inevitable, pussy throbbing hotly and clenching around nothing as you wait for him to unzip his pants and push inside of you only… 

Instead, you gasp as he slid down to the floor. Your dear husband’s hands went to your thighs, squishing and squeezing them between his fingers. He slid his hands up, towards the lower curve of your ass, which was just barely visible under your short dress. Your dear husband slipped under the skirt of your tight dress and began to massage your buttocks, thumbs hooking into the valley of your thighs and pulling you open so he could see your pretty, pink pussy. 

“So wet, it’s glistening…” He leaned in and took in a deep breath, and you couldn’t help but to cover your face from sheer embarrassment. He briefly massaged the sides of your labia, before releasing you and continuing to massage your voluptuous ass. 

“You know, you’ve really put on the pounds since we first met.” Your dear husband commented, dry and factual. You chewed the inside of your cheek and mumbled a soft “yes, sir” under your breath. 

“You’re just a fat slob, aren’t you?” He spread your cheeks open, right where your asshole lay hidden. You tensed, holding your breath as your heart pounded in your chest. 

He’s never done anal things before. Not once. Would he do that to you? Would he take your anal virginity, just to prove that he owned all of you? You could feel his intense gaze behind you, worming its way inside of you and nestling deep within your guts. He hooked his thumbs against the soft skin that surrounded your puckered hole and pulled. You gasped, heart jumping up to your throat as he inspected you. 

“I should fuck you in the ass. Dry, just like our first time together.” His thumbs are almost touching your anus and it makes you throw up in your mouth. “That’s what piggy bitches deserve. Isn’t that right?” You knew he was waiting for a response, and swallowed your pride and your heart as you squeaked out a timid- 

“Y-Yes, sir…” He remained silent, as though contemplating whether he was actually going to anally rape you or not. You waited, ass sticking out obediently as you waited for him to decide your fate. Maybe you are lucky, or maybe not, given the circumstances, but he released you and chuckled. 

“Don’t worry. I see you as my breeding sow.” One of his fingers traced down to your wet slit, and you gasped as he played with your outer labia. “I wouldn’t waste my seed in such a dirty place…” 

Your dear husband spread your lips wide open with his thumb and forefinger. You gasped again, body trembling as he inspected you again. You wondered if he could pick your pussy out of a line up, if he remembered all the little details about it. Its colour, its folds, how your clit looks when swollen, how your entrance quivers when he stares or how it gapes, drooling cum whenever he’s finished with you… 

“Every drop of cum I have will go towards you giving me a son.” His finger traced the outline of your opened pussy. You squirm at the light touch, and your knees nearly give out when he ghosts over your clit with the pad of his finger. 

“Now be a good girl and finish cleaning the dishes while daddy eats his dinner~” Your dear husband purrs as he buries his face into your soaking wet cunt. 

You are unable to hold back a moan as he begins to eat you out from behind. You hate how thorough he is, how focused he is on making you cum repeatedly. You were already wound up, so it wouldn’t take much at all in order to push you over the edge. He took your clit into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue as he sucked on it. Your body reacts immediately, knees almost giving out yet again as you stare at the remaining dishes in the sink. Do the dishes…  Do the- 

“O-Ouuugh~ Mmm-“ You moaned loudly, subtly grinding against his face as you struggled to focus on anything other than the good feeling spreading from between your legs. You fumble with the dishes, biting your lip as your dear husband noisily sucked on your clit and circled it with his tongue. You try to scrub, but ultimately give up as you feel a heaviness in your stomach and a rapidly building tension that was on the cusp of snapping in two. He flicked your clit repeatedly, moving his head side to side as he continued to suck harshly on your sensitive nub. You grit your teeth but are unable to hold back the flood that suddenly crashed at your gates. 

“H-HA-!~ Ohhh FUCK-!~” 

Your entire body began to tremble as you suddenly squirted all over his face. It’s no less mortifying than the first time that you’ve done this, but luckily for you, he has never gotten angry at you for dirtying him during sex. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it when you squirted due to his actions. It always left you winded and flustered, unable to function as you struggle to regain control of your sensibilities. Your body crumpled while you orgasmed, a loud SPLATTER along with your moaning filling the kitchen as you squirted all over the floor he shoved two fingers inside of you, the sudden intrusion and rapid fingering of your vagina prolonging your climax and preparing you for his already hard cock that he had taken out of his trousers and was vigorously stroking with his other hand. 

“Mmpfh~ Fuck, that pussy’s so wet for me~” He stood up, pulling his fingers out and lining his cock up with your still quivering entrance. You panted, subtling shaking your hips side to side as you anticipated the stretch of his cock. 

“Stay like that, baby- Fuck yeah, like that~” Your dear husband groaned as he began to push inside of you. 

He filled you slowly, savouring every inch he sunk into you. You whimpered, biting your lip again as you felt him fill your belly. He grabbed your love handles, massaging and squeezing them as the head of his cock hit your cervix. You squirm at the full feeling inside of you, discomfort momentarily overtaking how good it felt to be penetrated. You muttered “n-no, please, not again…” under your breath as he began to pull out of you, ignoring your barely audible pleas as he begins to fuck you at a slow and steady pace. 

“That’s my special pussy…” He groaned as he fucked you, the sound of slapping skin and moaning filling the kitchen. “It’s nothing like those other cunts I fuck during the week.” Your apron was wet from breast milk and water, a large wet stain spreading down the length of it as more milk leaked from your nipples. You stare at the faucet, trying to focus on something else other than the building orgasm that was about to rock your body once again. 

His cock stretched you in a way that you had come accustomed to, though not in a way that allowed boredom and certainty numb the sensation. It still excites you, in the most negative sense of the term (you swear!) yet you can’t deny that your body has been Pavlov’d into growing aroused whenever he was nearby. It’s just a reflex, a response in order to protect yourself! Tears welled in your eyes as he leaned over you, picking up his pace and digging his fingers into your fat so hard that it hurt. 

“Yeah!~ Yeah take my fucking cock!” He groaned into your ear. “Does that piggy pussy feel good? Does it?” You gritted your teeth, a flustered moan escaping your mouth before you could properly respond. 

“O-OUUGH-!~ Y-Yes, sir!~ I- I love that cock in m-my pi-piggy pussy- EEEK-!~” You screamed as he pounded into you, pressing you hard into the counter as he railed you from behind. You cried for mercy, for him to slow down, just a little bit! But he wouldn’t. You squirted on his cock, forcing it out of your body, giving you a moment of reprieve. But it didn’t last long. He shoved it back inside of you, holding it in place as he ci continued to fuck you until his movements began to stutter. 

“Yeah! Yeah! Give me a son, you piggy bitch-!” You shake your head side to side, crying that “you didn’t want another one! Take it out! Cum anywhere else!” But your pleas only made him more excited. He pinned you down, to where your face would be in the water if you didn’t strain your neck to keep your head up. He cummed inside of you, panting as his balls throbbed hotly. You felt his semen fill you up, hitting your cervix as dread filled your lower stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from cumming again as well, and he allowed you to push his cock out so he could rub it against your clit as you climaxed. 

“N-Noooo! No-! No-!” It wasn't a safe time for you! Did he know that? Did he keep track of these things? If you get cleaned up fast enough, maybe you won’t get pregnant again! But chilly realization set in as he pushed back inside of you, and began to fuck you with enough force to push your face into the dirty sink water.  

Your eyes burned from the soap, but you barely felt it over the panic of having your face submerged in water. You held your breath, slapping your hand on the kitchen counter to show you couldn’t breathe. But your dear husband didn’t stop. He kept fucking you, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them behind your back with one hand so you couldn’t drain the sink. You were able to briefly rise from the water, and you gasped, blind from soap as you coughed. But you weren’t able to stay up for long. He grabbed the back of your head and shoved you back down, his pace picking up and the head of his cock slamming into your cervix repeatedly as he panted and groaned overtop you. You could barely hear it, it was muffled by water and your heart beating out of your chest, but you knew he was close again. You struggled to raise your head, but couldn’t!” Wait- Wait, wait- 

Are you seriously going to drown in your own kitchen sink?

No, no- This wasn’t happening. You being raped, that happened. You having your rapist’s baby, that happened. You having married your rapist, that happened. But not this. You aren’t about to die in the fucking kitchen sink. You planted your hands on the counter and began to struggle. You lost the little breath you were holding as he angles his cock towards your G-spot. Fuck-! Fuck! You begin to panic. You can’t get up no matter how hard you try. Your lungs begin to burn as you struggle to hold your breath for any longer. Sounds of your struggle fill the kitchen, and your dear husband relishes the sound as he reaches his second climax. 

You can’t stop yourself from clamping down around him. It’s practically out of fear and a desperate bid to not inhale a bunch of water. You feel him shoot his load inside of you again, and just as you see black invade the corners of your vision, he pulls your head out of the sink and allows you to breathe. 

“H-HAAA!~ HA!~ HA!~” You practically hyperventilate as you suck in needed air. It’s choked by a moan as he keeps fucking you, even through your squirting orgasm. 

“P-PU-LEASE! PU-LEASE!” You beg. You don’t even know what you want. For it to stop? To be left alone? Forever? For him to just get it over with and get you pregnant so he won’t try to hurt you anymore? He releases your wrists and reaches around for your breasts, squeezing them so hard that you cry out in pain. Milk is being wasted, streaming down your torso and dripping onto the floor as he rapes you. It’s rape. It’s still rape. It’s rape even if you two are married now. 

You have to remind yourself that you don’t want it, that you don’t actually want anymore kids. Your brain is confused, just like your body. You felt sick all the time, stressed and afraid. This isn’t normal. This isn’t right, none of it… 

Why did you let this happen…? 

“Fuck, I can’t wait for you to get pregnant with my son!” He releases your tits and grabs the loose fat of your stomach, squishing and squeezing it as he fucks you. You can’t catch your breath, no matter how hard you try. 

“Give me a son! You piggy bitch!” He yells as he slams into you with enough force to nearly knock you onto your knees. Your eyes nearly go cross as he cums in you for a third time, not relenting as you try to force him out of your pussy and not letting up as he races towards a fourth climax. 

By the time he was through with you, you were barely able to stand on your own two feet. Cum overflowed from your pussy, and had dripped onto the linoleum floor. You stared at the now soapless water, panting and struggling to hold yourself upright as your dear husband zipped his pants up with a satisfied sigh. 

“You have the easy part now. Just get pregnant with my child, and everything will be okay.” He stretched and yawned. 

“Oh- Before I go to bed, I want some actual food. Make me breakfast.” He smacked you on your exposed ass, making you squeak from surprise and pain. He goes to sit at the dining room table, but says one last thing before he sits down. 

“Oh! And before you go to bed, make sure to clean that mess up. I don’t want it to stain the floor.”

It has been months since the attack. The fetus growing inside of you was making itself known now, having grown so large that it was now impossible to ignore now. You get comments on the street, congratulations and questions to touch your protruding belly. You put your head down and waddle away as fast as you can. You can’t stand to be stared at. You can’t stand all the questions of who the father is. You… don’t know who he is. You still don’t know. All you know is the face in the dark room and a police sketch that you’ve seen broadcasted on TV every now and then. You haven’t heard much about him in recent months, so you hoped that he’s moved on to torment someone else and that he’s forgotten about you… 

You have bigger things to worry about now.  

It was too late for you. You wanted to get an abortion, really, you did, but everyone told you that you were too far along for one. Fetal heartbeat and all that. It doesn’t matter that it’s a rape baby that you don’t want. Just give it up for adoption once it’s born. So it has to traumatize you again? It has to scar your body and mind once more before you’re rid of it? If you weren’t such a coward, you would have thrown yourself down a flight of stairs, or eaten something harmful to the fetus, or hell, shoved something up there to get rid of it! But you did none of that. You let it fester inside of you, like some kind of parasite. No, not a parasite… Logically you know it’s a baby, an innocent baby that didn’t ask to be conceived in such a horrible way…

Every time you think about that night, you feel… You don’t think about it. Not unless it’s late at night and you can’t sleep because the child growing inside of you is restless, or your back hurts too much or your pussy is too wet and throbbing to allow you to sleep without taking care of it first. It makes you feel sick, but it happens out of your control. That man lives rent free inside of your head, and though you didn’t know it yet you also lived inside of his as well. 

Silently, he stalked you in the weeks after he raped you. It was to mostly to make sure that you didn’t report him to the authorities, but he also got a sick kick out of watching the women he raped struggle to put their lives back together after the fact. You were no exception to this rule, and perhaps you struggled the most out of all the women he had assaulted. You withdrew so much that he didn’t even need to threaten you to stay quiet, you did it all on your own without need of coercion. You remained in your house, thinking that it would keep you safe, all while he was able to come in any time he wanted to watch you sleep, completely vulnerable and unable to defend yourself… 

Maybe you made him a little bored. There was no need to scare you, you were already terrified in your own home and on the streets. He didn’t need to remind you of your promise, so he left you for some time, going to another city to do the same thing all over again to other poor women. Though he didn’t forget about you, no, you were a special one that lived rent free inside of his head, to the point that he craved to see you again. Maybe he would rape you again, just for old time’s sake… His cock missed your tight, wet pussy and how you squirted on him like the dirty, piggy slut that you were. For the first time in a long time, he actually dared to revisit a past victim, just to fuck you one last time before he left for greener pastures, so to speak. 

What he saw changed everything. For him, for the better, but for you? For the worst… 

He began to stalk you once again. At first, he only caught glimpses of you, you rarely leaving your house to even go shopping, let alone to work. Did you quit your job due to the stress of the attack? It only gave him more chances to corner you, so he didn’t mind. It took weeks to finally catch you leaving your house and when he did, he could scarcely believe what he was seeing. 

Your belly was heavy and rounded, not pudgy fat like last time nor bloated, but heavy with his child. He couldn’t believe it. He spent the entire day following you around, in awe of your pregnant belly. Was it his? What was he thinking, of course it was his! The dates line up! You kept it? Why? All of his other victims were either on birth control or got an abortion! But not you. What were you thinking? Did you actually want it? Of course you wanted it… The way you squirted on and milked his cock reminded him of this fact. You wanted to become pregnant with his bastard, and you kept it with the intention of raising it! It filled him with a sort of horny glee that he hasn't felt since he first started breaking and entering into women’s homes with the intention of raping them. Just the thought of you walking around with his baby inside of you made him rock hard. He has to see you again! It can’t wait any longer…!

You really wouldn’t see it coming whatsoever. He’s gone, you thought. He won’t be back. You’ll give birth and give the child up for adoption and that will be that. You can go back to your life and move on from it all. Those thoughts plagued you as you went to bed, belly so round that you couldn’t sleep on your back anymore, and had to curl up on your side for any comfort. 

At some point, you managed to drift off into an uneasy slumber. You shift between deep sleep and barely conscious, with nightmares plaguing you. Dreams of your stalker, your rapist, finding you again, fucking you into the bed even as your pregnant with his child. You try to deny that it’s his, for some reason, but it’s like he just knows that it’s his. That you kept it even though you had a very small window to abort it… He strokes your belly almost lovingly as he rapes you once again. 

“It’s really mine, isn’t it?” 

Your skin is sweaty and ticklish as your large belly is caressed. Your pussy tingles and throbs as you imagine his thick cock pounding into you. 

“You really kept it…” 

Hair is brushed away from your face, his slightly sour breath tickling your nose. One of your heavy breasts was grabbed and you moaned softly as it was squeezed. 

“You’re so beautiful…” 

It became hard to breathe all of a sudden. He was kissing you, sloppy and wet just like the first time he did it. You tried to roll your head away but he grabbed your face and held you in place. Your brow furrowed and you found your eyes opening, drowsiness blurring your vision and dampening your reasoning. It almost felt… nice, having your stomach stroked and to be kissed, even if it was by him. Your eyes came into focus slightly, and with a lurching fear you realized that you weren’t at all dreaming. 

Your rapist was actually kissing you. 

Your scream of fear and surprise was swallowed by his mouth, and swiftly cut off as he squeezed your jaw harshly with his thumb and forefinger. You remembered the beating you received the first time you came face to face with him and nearly wet yourself from terror, your vision becoming starry and black as you prepared yourself for pain but- 

“Shhh… It’s okay, baby…” It didn’t come. No, instead he held your face, pinching it until your lips came together, pursed as though ready for an exaggerated kiss. Your eyes were wide and filled with tears, and your pussy suddenly became aroused- wet and pounding with blood as you expected what was to come. 

“Don’t scream… I’m not going to hurt the two of you…” Your rapist stroked your belly again, placing gentle pressure on it as though you were made of glass. Your heart pounded in your neck as you blinked away your tears, a soft whimper leaving your throat as he removed his hand from your face and stroked your hair back with his large hand. 

“You… kept it.” He continues to caress your pregnant bump, almost as though searching for his child inside of you. Your breath came out in choked bursts as you trembled in place, staring at his barely visible face in the darkness as he hovered on top of you. 

“I’ve never had a woman actually keep the baby we created together…” A part of you wanted to scream. Of course you didn’t want to keep it! You just- What? You just didn’t get an abortion in time? How did that sound any better? You felt tears welling in your eyes as he pulled your top up, revealing your heaving belly as you struggled to regulate your breathing. 

“How has it been? Being pregnant with my child?” You made a face at this question. Is he serious? You didn’t want to answer any of his questions, but you also didn’t want him to hurt you… 

“I-It’s been… fine.” You whimper softly. You were incredibly intimidated by this man, yet- No, no ‘yet’! You flinch as he settles in between your legs, still stroking your stomach as he stares at it intensely. 

“Has she been active?” ‘She’? Oh. You swallow thickly as you realize he’s talking about the baby. Well.. it is usually pretty active… You didn’t know the gender of the baby, you really haven’t gotten much care during this pregnancy, if you’re honest… But you decided to not reveal that to him, if you can help it. 

“Well… Yeah…” Even if it wasn’t true, you weren’t going to tell him anything he didn’t want to hear. You were terrified of him, and knew what he was capable of. You felt him leering at you, his hand trailing down from your stomach towards your crotch. 

“Has anyone else fucked you since I’ve impregnated you?” You sniffle as tears of embarrassment well in your eyes. You hesitate a few times, then gather the courage to speak

“N-No…” It wasn't a lie. You haven’t even considered being with anyone since being raped. The thought made you sick, to be honest… Your rapist hums thoughtfully in response. 

“Don’t worry… I’ll make sure you feel good.” Before you could respond- or protest- in any way, he was pulling your pajama bottoms down, much like how he did the first time he raped you. You wanted to grab your underwear before it was yanked down, but you failed to do so before it was already down to your mid thigh. 

“N-No-! I mean- W-Wait-“ 

He ignored your trembling voice, fully pulling your pants and panties down your splayed apart legs. You reached down and tried to cover yourself, even snapping your thighs together as he threw them down to the floor. Instead of getting mad, he put his hands on your knees and began to slowly pry them apart. 

“Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle this time.” Your rapist stroked your knees with his thumbs as he pulled them apart. It was a vain effort trying to keep them close. You cried as your legs were pried apart, your naked sex covered only by your hands as he leaned down towards your pussy. 

“Come on, don’t be like that. Orgasming and having sex is good for the body and for the baby!” You doubted this deeply, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice… He pulled your hands away with ease, leaving you to cover your face with them instead as he ogled at your womanhood. 

“Fuck, I missed this pussy…” He groaned as he traced a line from your clit to your entrance with his forefinger. You were already wet to the touch, which he noticed immediately with a pleased growl as he collected your slick onto his finger. 

“Looks like it missed me too…” He rubbed you in a way that made a slick squelching sound, which made you gasp and whimper in horrified embarrassment. No, no-! This can’t be happening! You feel sick as he leans down, pushing your legs to the side and getting so close to you that you could feel the ghost of his hot breath on your intimate places. 

“Please, don’t…” You whimper pathetically. Your pussy throbbed with anticipation and your nipples became hard. You couldn’t believe that you had become aroused by your rapist…! It’s just reacting like this because of trauma, you repeat to yourself. You gasp as you feel his tongue run across your swollen clit. His beard scratched your inner thighs and your labia, making you itchy and jumpier than you already were. The feeling of a soft, wet tongue rolling against your sensitive little nub made you moan against your will, your hand going to your mouth to silence the noises that threatened to leave your throat. 

Your rapist groaned as he began to eat you out, circling your clit with his tongue before he began to suck harshly on it. If your belly wasn’t so heavy, you would have arched your back from how good it felt. It sent shockwaves up and down your spine that settled in your core and drifted down towards your toes. It was the best feeling you’ve felt since you were raped by him… This realization made you tear up, your head spinning as he spread your pussy lips open and he dipped his tongue lower, down to your entrance where he noisily licked and slurped up the fluids that lubricated your vagina. 

“Mmm-!~ D-Don’t-! N-Not there, please-!” You gasped and pleased vainly as you felt his tongue wiggle its way inside of you. It was too short to give you any relieving pleasure, only just enough to drive you crazy with anticipation and longing for something big and thick. Your hips bucked pitifully, barely able to move at all from the weight of his baby pinning you down. Your rapist rubbed his nose against your clit, moaning at your taste then dragging his tongue away from your quivering hole and back to your throbbing clit. 

You cried out as he latched back onto it, swirling his tongue around it at a steadily increasing pace. He placed his hand on your belly, feeling it heave and roll with your erratic breathing as you neared your first climax of the night. It didn’t take much to send you over the edge. You were gripping your lower face with one hand and the sheets with the other, keening and moaning like a slut as your hips stuttered and your bladder started to fill. 

It came out in a sudden burst. You squirted all over his face, a messy stream that soaked not just his face and hair and beard, but his shirt too. He released your clit and groaned loudly, instead rubbing it back and forth with two fingers as you continued to squirt all over the place. Your nipples began to leak a few droplets of milk, and like the pervert that he was he immediately latched onto one of them and sucked on it hard. 

“N-NO-!~ D-DOOOON’T-!~” 

You wanted to push him away, really you did, even if you didn’t even try to do so. He’ll take whatever he wants… Tears fell from your eyes as he suckled on your lactating breast, your toes curling as you heard him audibly swallow as he drank your milk. His fingers continued to rub hard against your clit, eventually slowing down and lowering towards your entrance where he teased you with his wet digits. 

“Mmm… So fucking good-“ He groaned as he released your engorged nipple from his mouth with a pop! He played with your pussy, making you make that loud SQUELCHING sound as he circled your hole with his fingertips. You panted, muscled clenching as he dipped his middle finger inside of you. 

“Fuck, you’re just as tight as the first time I raped you…” He licked your nipple then began to kiss a line down towards your pussy. He dipped his tongue into your belly button, licking a stripe down until he reached your pubic area. Your entire body trembled violently as he slowly fingered you, gently, as though he had cared for the baby. He placed a gentle kiss on your clit and blew air onto it, causing you to jump and whine from the soft contact. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you'll cum as many times as you did that wonderful night…” 

Before you could protest, he wrapped his lips back around your clit and hooked his finger into you, rhythmically tensing then relaxing it against the roof of your vagina as he sucked and licked on your little nub. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream as he found his pace, the need to cum coming back in full force. You didn’t want to do it. You tried to hold it back, to tighten up and push him out of your body, but you couldn’t. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, the throb of your heartbeat in your pussy increasing as the coil in your core tightened exponentially. 

“Please- Please- Please-“ What were you even begging for? Release? For him to stop and leave and to never come back? Of course you wanted him to leave! …though now? Right now…? 

You were cumming again, walls clenching down so hard that his finger popped. He pulled his face away and rubbed your G-spot in a way that made you see stars and forget that this was completely unconsensual. You screamed in pleasure, riding out your orgasm on his finger until the stream was just a pitiful dribble. 

“Fuck, you’re such a slut…” He groaned as he began to work a second finger inside of you. You sob as you feel yourself stretching around his digits, another orgasm incoming as he plunged his fingers in and out of your soaking wet hole. 

“So wet… Were you saving yourself, just for me?” You shake your head side to side but your pussy couldn’t lie. You were moving your hips in rhythm with the thrusting of his fingers, moaning wantonly as he bumped and massaged all the good spots inside of you. You were disgusted that your body was responding this way. You try to close your legs but he forces your legs open and grips one of your thighs tight enough to make you wince in pain. 

“Don’t play hard to get, piggy. Keep it up and I’ll have to mess up that pretty face of yours again.” The mere mention of violence had your bladder feeling weak. You go limp, sniffling and sobbing as he brings his lips back to your clit, licking it all over before he takes it back into his mouth. 

You lost track of how many times he made you cum. Your body was quaking and you felt exhausted, totally depleted by the time he pulled his fingers out of you for the final time. Repeatedly, he made you think that he was finished, only to plunge his fingers back inside of you and force you to orgasm again and again. Your thighs and bedsheets were soaked in your juices, as was your rapist’s face and clothing. He didn’t seem to mind though, almost angling his fingers so that your fluids splashed onto him. Your walls were sore as he pulled his fingers out, your body shuddering in relief as you were finally given a moment to relax. As you panted, exhausted, you felt him grab your wrists and haul you into a seated position. 

“Don’t tell me you’re exhausted already. You still have me to take care of.” Your gut twists into knots as he pushes you to the side, laying down and getting himself comfortable in your bed as though the two of you were lovers or something. The sight made you feel nauseous, especially as you heard him unzip his pants and groan with relief as his thick cock was released from its confines. 

“Come here.” His voice was tense but quiet. You hesitated, memories of that night coming back in full force, all at once. You didn’t want to do it, not again. Not again… You were already suffering from the results of that brutal rape, you didn’t want to suffer any more from his cruelty. Yet when you didn’t move, he snatched your wrist and jerked you towards his erext cock. 

“Come here, you fucking bitch!” Your rapist snarled, grabbing a fistful of your hair when you started to pull away from him. He pulled your hair hard, causing tears to well in your eyes from both pain and fear. 

“You will ride my cock and you will milk it dry. Do you understand me?!” Sobbing, you nodded, squealing as he gave your hair a hard yank before letting go with a shove. 

“Good girl. Now, come here…” 

It was difficult getting on top of him, both because of your pregnant belly and because you wanted to do literally anything else. He grabbed your hips and helped you onto his lap, your slit sliding against the underneath of his dick as you settled yourself on top of him. He groaned softly, grinding himself against you and rubbing your hypersensitive clit in the process. You could barely hold yourself upright. Your skin crawled from disgust and overstimulation, yet a part of you also grew even more aroused when he pulled you forward so your hands were planted on his broad chest and the tip of his cock teased your wet entrance. 

“Fuck, that piggy pussy is so wet…” You squeezed your eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath as he toyed with you, him jerking himself off against you and poking at you as he guided your hips up and down on his tip. 

“You missed daddy’s cock, didn’t you, baby?” You cry, shaking your head and choking on your tears as he slowly pushes in, only to pull out before you fully envelope him. 

“N-Nooo…” You whined, core twitching and pussy throbbing as he teases you over and over again. A handful of your ass is grabbed, and your hips are moving on their own, up and down on the head of his cock as he clicks his tongue in disappointment. 

“Don’t be a fucking tease!” He hissed, digging his fingernails into your skin. You winced and tried to escape his touch, but to no avail. 

“You are fucking mine, you hear me?!” He snarled as he thrusted his cock deep into your pussy. 

“EEEEK-!~” 

You squealed as you were suddenly filled. The stretch you felt from his girthy cock burned slightly, but you were well prepared, and it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the first time he raped you. In fact… 

It felt kind of good. 

“Pick up your hips and fuck me. Or are you too out of shape to do that?” He asked smugly as he guided your hips, forcing you to bounce on his cock. Your body was heavy, and forced even more of him inside of you. Already, you felt him hitting your G-spot, your mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he met your movements half way. One of his hands roamed your body, grabbing another handful of your ass before he gave it a hard SMACK! You squeaked in surprise, then moaned as he grabbed one of your breasts and gave it a hard squeeze. 

“D-Don’t, please…” You whimpered, gasping as you felt him bottom out inside of you. The tip of his cock hits your cervix, an especially uncomfortable feeling given how pregnant you were. A part of your sick, traumatized mind enjoyed the feeling though, your core twitching and tightening every time you sank back down onto his cock and felt something cramp deep inside of you. 

“You’re the one fucking me. Don’t play innocent, slut.” Your rapist grabs your hips and pinches the fat in between his thumb and forefinger. He jiggles your body fat and smacks your hip with his other hand, moaning as he meets your movements with more vigor. 

“You begged me to fuck my baby inside of you.”

“N-No…” 

“Don’t fucking lie.” 

“I- I-“ 

You gasp, then scream as he suddenly pounds into you. It’s not nearly as violent as the first time he raped you, but it’s more than enough to make your entire body bounce like crazy, your breasts flopping around and slightly leaking milk as your pussy tightens around his cock. He groans under you, holding your belly steady as he rapes you. 

“Fuck-! Fuck yes!” He grabs one of your breasts and squeezes it hard, causing milk to come spraying out of your nipple and your clit to throb painfully. You scream in protest, but it’s no use. You feel his hips stutter and hear a moan leave his throat, thick, hot liquid filling your deepest point as you flutter around him and climax hard enough to force him out of your convulsing pussy. 

You pant, trembling and moaning as you squirt on his lap. He takes his cock and slaps it against your slit, rubbing it back and forth against your clit to draw out your orgasm. You’ve cummed so much that it’s almost painful, but your body can’t stop once it’s started. You’re too weak to hold yourself up, so you collapse on his chest. He stroked the sides of your belly, an almost tender gesture in light of what he was doing to you. One your stream becomes a trickle, he pushes you off of him and rolls you onto your stomach, your knees and arms instinctually holding your weight so you don’t crush the baby inside of you. 

“God, you’re a disgusting whore…” Your rapist slides behind you, rubbing himself against you as he leans down and gently wraps his hands around your belly. It frightens you, even though you don’t want this child. You don’t want anything bad happening to it… Not when you're this far along. He doesn’t dig his fingers into your skin nor does he squeeze you, merely holding onto your swollen belly and lifting it so the weight isn’t such a strain on your back. Why… is he doing this…? 

“I can’t believe the mother of my baby girl can cum so much from being raped…” Tears and snot stream down your face, your pussy clenching at nothing and drooling his cum as you wait for him to rape you again. Your body was still painfully aroused, needing, no, craving stimulation in order to get off, in spite of how exhausted and overstimulated you were. 

“You know what you are?” When you don’t answer, he continues regardless. “You are just a breeding sow. A pig whose only use is getting creampied over and over again…” His cock catches on your entrance and you whimper in anticipation. He ruts against you, panting in your ear as he sinks further and further into you. 

“Y-You’re- You’re my personal breeding piggy, and I’m going to impregnate you over and over again-“

“Please, stop-!” 

“-and you’re gonna love every moment of it-!” 

The slap of wet skin, moaning and crying fill your room, loud enough for your neighbors to hear. Your rapist pulls you flush against his body, so his cock is hilted inside of you as he fucks you. It doesn’t matter how many times you cum, he just puts it back inside of you, dumping his seed inside of you until it overflows from around his cock and drips down onto your bedsheets. Your mind became numb to it, your ass grinding against him in a bid to make him cum faster. Yes, that’s why you were doing it… Not because it felt good. All the while, your rapist was grunting and groaning into your ear, going on and on about ‘his baby girl’ and how you were just a hole for him to fuck and impregnate. 

“She’s going to be so beautiful…”

“I know you’re enjoying this.”

“My baby girl can’t come soon enough.” 

“You keep saying ‘no’ yet your pussy keeps trying to  milk me dry.” 

“You better take good care of my daughter, piggy-slut!” He slammed into you hard when he said this, causing you to squeal and cum all over his cock. He didn’t stop fucking you until his balls were empty, just like last time. 

It never seemed to end. He cummed inside of you cover and over again, fucking you until your legs quaked and your mind was completely numb. He continued to belittle you, calling you fat, a piggy, that you were his bitch and only suited to be his personal cum dumpster. The only good things about you were his child, growing inside of you and your pussy that was trying to squeeze him in half. He put you on your side and continued to fuck you from behind, a gross squelching sound coming from between your legs as he fucked his cum out of you. It can’t be good for the baby, right? You stopped caring about anything, retreating inside of yourself as you waited for him to finish with your body and leave you alone, as he did before. What if he doesn’t leave you alone this time…? No. 

No… 

You don’t even remember when it stopped, just that you happened to look at your clock, panting and twitching, and realized it was almost morning. Your rapist had laid his head on your stomach, stroking it lovingly as he cooed at his child inside of you. You aren’t sure what he said, but honestly you didn’t really care. 

At some point, you passed out, and in that time your rapist made himself scarce. You laid on your side, completely naked, spent, pussy red-raw and cum oozing out of you. It happened again… You couldn’t believe it had happened again… You look down at your swollen belly and cry, a cascade of conflicting emotions overwhelming you as you curl in on yourself and weep. It’s a nightmare with no end in sight. You should have gone to the police, you should have aborted his child before it got this big… Your tears soak into your pillow and you try to imagine that literally anything else had happened last night. Maybe that it was even consensual. 

…it wasn't and nothing you could do would make it any better. 

It would only get worse for you the longer your pregnancy went on. Random ‘gifts’ began to appear in your home. First some diapers, baby wipes. Then some cute baby clothes for girls. Then it was large things, like a car seat, an automatic rocker. Even an entire crib was in your room, fully assembled with a patterned mattress and a mobile hanging above it. Every time you found something new, it disturbed you deeply. The crib was just the icing on the cake, a clear message that you were expected to keep the child, or else. 

Or else what..? 

The birth was traumatic for you, painful and lonely, with labour peaking at nearly seventeen hours. You thought that you would be fine with giving the child up for adoption. It would be for the best, after all… But the moment you held his daughter, something inside of you changed. 

She was pink and screaming, sort of wrinkled and wet, but you loved her. You heard that sometimes women don’t feel an attachment to their pregnancy, but things change when the child is born. You honestly didn’t believe it, after all, why would you feel anything positive for your rapist’s child? But you did. You wanted to take care of her, love her, nurse her… Your plans to give her up fell apart. A part of you was deeply anxious. What if he comes back? Now that she was born, you felt an obligation to call the police. It’s the right thing to do… No matter what happens to you, you need to protect this child. It was your duty as a mother, after all. 

Once you were released from the hospital, you basically slept in the nursery your rapist had built for you. It was… surreal, being in there and knowing who had created it. It all reminded you of him. His hands touched everything in this room, including you. But not her… She was the only clean thing in the room, and you intended to keep it that way. 

You stood over her crib and watched her sleep. Being a new mother was extremely stressful, especially because of him. You haven’t seen him since the last time he raped you, during your pregnancy. You haven’t left your house, nor have you left your child alone at all, not even to use the bathroom. She went everywhere with you, and you always had a hand on her, as though she would disappear at any moment. Maybe she would, if her father had anything to do with it. The thought terrified you, and made you hyper vigilant. 

Watching her sleep helped soothe your paranoia somewhat. You made sure she was comfortable, gripping the rail of the crib as you observed her. She was placid, sleeping peacefully without a worry in the world. Good, it should be this way… The pit in your stomach grew as you thought about her father, knowing that you needed to get the police involved, before things escalated further. You took in a shaking breath, preparing yourself for the shit show that was to come. You can do this. You must do this. For her. Just as you were backing away from the crib, you feel as though you are trapped against a wall. 

You tremble, frozen in place as you stare at his daughter. Two large hands clamp down on the crib’s rails, just beside your own. You feel his presence at your back, him looming over you as he looks at his daughter. You hear, really feel, his breath tremble in his chest, his knuckles turning white as he grips the crib tightly. 

“She’s perfect…” He whispers into your ear, your skin crawling as you cringe away from him. Your heart pounds in your ears, your throat tightens as your pussy begins to throb hotly. You gasp as he suddenly grabs your arms.

“N-No-“ 

“I want another…” 

“N-No!” 

CRACK! 

The side of your head is punched, leaving you seeing stars and your ears ringing. His daughter squirms in her bed but doesn’t cry, not even as your tears drip onto her. 

“SHUT UP, PIGGY! Know your place!” He grabs you and drags you into your bedroom, throwing you onto the bed and immediately going for your pants and panties before you have time to recover. You try to fight him off, but he hits you again, this time right between the eyes, causing you to go limp, stunned by the strike so much that you couldn’t even cry or scream. 

“You’re just a breeding sow! A hole for me to fuck and imprenate…” He growled as he flipped you onto your stomach and lined himself up with your entrance. He started to thrust his hips, forcing himself inside of you even though your walls tried desperately to squeeze him out. You are only slightly wet, not at all prepared for such a big cock to be inside of you, least of all because you had just given birth only a few days ago. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut and you hear the headboard of the bed slam against the wall it was against. 

He grunts as he starts fucking you, hard and fast, his hand clamped over your mouth to prevent your screams of terror and pain from waking his daughter, who was sleeping peacefully in the room next door. 

You never thought of yourself as anything special. Just… normal. Average on a good day, below that on most others. Nobody paid you much attention, and you couldn’t decide if you liked that or hated it with all your being. Maybe it’s for the best… You were never that confident in yourself, thinking yourself a little chubby and short to boot. Most men never gave you a second glance whenever you walked by, though there was always a select few that would cat-call you and fat-shame you, even though you weren’t even that fat… You tried to ignore it but it did hurt your feelings. 

But you weren’t the only one to notice it. 

There was this man that always escaped your notice. He, too, was unremarkable in almost every way other than the fact that he was always watching you. Stalking you… And you were none the wiser to it. Maybe it was due to obliviousness, maybe you never stood a chance even if you were more careful. You would never know, as he had grown to have a liking for you, and decided that you would be his new girlfriend for a night… 

The night was normal, unremarkable, even. It was quiet, a typical weekday night where you go to bed a little late because you were ‘busy’ doomscrolling on social media, a bad habit of yours that you were trying (and failing) to kick. You brushed your teeth and decided to skip a shower, tired enough that you just wanted to crawl into bed and go to sleep. You put your phone on charge on your dresser so you won’t be tempted to use it and you flop down on your comforter and turn the light off, staring at the light that poured in from between the blinds from an outside light post. The yellowish light was harsh but scant enough that it never bothered you too much. You got under the covers and closed your eyes, feeling somehow exhausted and wide awake at the same time. Great, and you have work tomorrow, too… After some time had passed, there was a sound that came from outside your room. 

…thump. 

You furrow your brows but don’t open your eyes. Was it your imagination? Surely it must be… Or maybe it’s some random person going home after a night out. Yeah, that must be it… You relax a little and try to chase the sleep that continued to elude you, when- 

…thump. 

There it was again! You open your eyes and sit up, straining your ears for any other sound. It’s quiet, save for the normal nighttime sounds that surround your home. But you’re still uneasy. You don’t know why, but your hair was standing on end. Did you lock the door? What a stupid question! Of course you did! 

…but just in case- 

You got out of bed and shuffled towards your bedroom door. You had closed it tonight, which was unusual for you. You don't know why you did it. Maybe it was just a quirk of the night being so strange… You grab the knob and twist it, opening the door to the waiting darkness of your house.

…you don’t know why, but you sigh in relief. Had you really expected someone to just be standing there? You relax and prepare to turn all the lights on in your house. Guess it will be another sleepless night… Just as you begin to step out of your door, though…

You scream as a tall, broad figure pushes you back into your bedroom, stumbling backwards and tripping into your bed. The sheets tangle around your limbs but even without this you are totally helpless as the intruder jumps on top of you, straddling your hips and striking you in the face with an open palm. 

SMACK! 

It silences you instantly. It stings. You are stunned, unable to move, unable to breathe as he stares down at you. The unfamiliar face of an older white man meets you, his eyes dark and slightly creased but even in the poor light you can tell they are wild with burning hatred and lust. He grabs at your face, almost caressing your surely reddening cheek with his thumb before he squeezes you hard. He audibly grits his teeth and squeezes your thighs with his legs. You can feel his aroused poking into your stomach, and your already wheezing breath freezes in your lungs yet again. Your lip trembled and you tried to speak through your stunned fear. 

CRACK! 

For a fraction of a second, you didn’t know what happened. One moment you were staring at this man, this intruder, the next your vision is totally black, with starry specks dotting the nothingness all around you. There was a deafening ringing in your ears and heat in your head…

Then there was pain. 

It was dull, almost, but not dim. It rang throughout your skull, originating from your jaw. Your vision came back but instantly it blackened again when you were struck again. 

THWACK! 

A closed fist hits you in the cheek this time, the pain much more intense this time as you were very aware of the impact. Something is broken… 

THWACK! 

Warm blood flows out of your broken nose, getting into your bloodied mouth as you weakly try to raise your arm against your assailant. It only serves to anger him more and his attack becomes even more vicious, if such a thing were possible. 

“You fucking bitch!” He snarled. You don’t recognize his voice either. Why is he doing this to you…? Your attacker grabs you by the throat and begins mercilessly hitting you in the side of the head, over and over again all while swearing at you and degrading you. 

“You whore!”

“Fat bitch!” 

THUD! 

“Who do you think you are?!” 

“THWACK!” 

Nobody… You didn’t think you were anyone! No one special, no one worth much of anything! 

But you didn’t deserve this. 

Your arms are to your chest and you choke, wheezing sobs of pain and terror as the attack continues. Your eyes are nearly swollen shut from the blows you’ve received and all you can taste is bittersweet bile and tangy copper. The pressure on your throat increases, and soon the intruder has both hands on your neck, squeezing you so tightly that it feels like your eyes will pop out of your head. Something shifts in your neck, and all you can think is This is it. I’m going to die in my own house from some lunatic that broke in… Before you fully lose consciousness, the pressure is released and you take a large, desperate gasp of air. 

“Oh, oh baby…” 

His voice was soft as he grabbed at your face and hair. With a flip of a switch, his mood changed, now gentle and cooing over you as you tremble and whimper. The older man strokes your cheek with his fingertips, smooths your wild hair down with his palm. It’s… terrifying. You don’t know what to say or do, so you say nothing as he wipes the blood and saliva from your chin. 

“That’s it… That’s it…” He mutters under his breath. It’s sour on your nose, in spite of all the blood clogging your nostrils and sinuses. You can barely see him, that his face is soft but his eyes still mad with lust and something much darker. 

“You’re different from the rest, aren’t you?” One of his hands trails down from your face and falls to one of your breasts, cupping it and squeezing it with enough force to make you cringe. 

“P-Please-“ You manage to whimper. If he hears you, he doesn’t acknowledge it, too busy touching your body and playing with your hair. It’s enough to make you sick. 

“You’re going to be a good girl, right?” You aren’t wearing a bra, and he takes advantage of this by toying with your nipple, erect from fear. You whimper again as he brings his face close to yours, your lips pressed thin as he kisses you wetly while pinching your sensitive bud. 

A squeak of fear and disgust leaves your throat as you feel his tongue run along your bloodied lips. He tries to force himself inside your mouth but is unable to due to your clenched teeth. He doesn’t try to force it, not yet, and he pulls away, licking the blood from his lips and teeth as you lay there, sobbing and squirming from his rough touch. 

“You’re going to be the best fuck of the month…” That made your blood run cold. Your body trembles, arms going to your chest as the intruder suddenly pulls your pajama top up, causing your large breasts to flop out unceremoniously. 

“N-No-! Why are you- P-Please, don’t do this…” Your voice is harsh on your ears yet barely above a whisper. Unfamiliar due to the strangling and beating you’ve received. The man scoffs, grabbing your pajama bottoms and tugging them down, panties and all, down to your knees. Your protests were met with a raised fist that silenced your protests immediately. 

“Shut up, pig! Begging didn’t save the others before you and it won’t save you!” Your eyes shine bright with terror and confusion, and the man smirks, which highlights the creases around his mouth. 

“Oh yes… You aren’t the first…” He hummed as he pulled your panties and bottoms down further. You are too scared to move, so you just cry, desperately covering your body with your arms and hands as he fully removes your clothing and tossed it to the floor. 

“I’ve been doing this for years…” He leans back and takes in your mostly naked body. You’ve never felt so exposed, so… humiliated. You aren’t sure if you can consider yourself pretty, certainly not beautiful, but this crazy person was looking at you like you were a three course meal, a buffet that would satiate his darkest, most cardinal desires. 

“…and I haven’t been caught yet.” You aren’t sure why, but your mind drifts to a news broadcast where a reporter talks about a serial rapist in a neighboring city. He couldn’t come here, you thought to yourself back then. 

How wrong you were…

“Please don’t do this! You- You can take whatever y-you want from my house! I won’t tell anyone, I- I swear-“ Your heart leapt into your throat as your legs were spread apart. There was no way you could stop him from doing whatever he wanted, but you still hoped, prayed that he would change his mind. It can’t happen to you, right?! You begin to hyperventilate as he laughs while groping your body, pinching and squeezing the fat on your torso, stomach and hips before giving one of your thighs a hard slap. 

“I’ll take whatever I please! And I choose to take you.” His voice sent a chill down your spine. Tears welled in your swollen eyes, sliding down your bruised cheeks. Speaking had taken all the energy you had left, and it was met with mostly deaf ears. You gasp and shy away from the rough fingers that rubbed your bare pussy, rubbing a few harsh circles around your clit before giving it a meaty smack. 

“You should be grateful that you’re still alive.” You sniffle as he unbuckles and unzips his pants. You can’t really see it, but you know it's there, that he was stroking it wetly and guiding it to your slit where you were slightly aroused by fear. Your body knew what was coming and was trying to prepare itself, but you didn’t think it would matter much, especially as your rapist smacked his long, girthy cock against your genitals. 

“You should be grateful I’m willing to fuck a fat pig like you.” He groped your chest, squeezing one breast, then the other, then pinching one of your nipples and rolling it around his finger. You squirm and whimper, fear being the first and foremost feeling you experience, followed by pain and humiliation. Heat was pooling in between your legs, and though you didn’t want it, the intruder was already teasing your entrance, coating it with his precum as he began to push inside of you.

“W-Wait- If you’re- …use a condom, at least. There’s some in- in the dresser-“ Your voice is tiny, broken. Something inside of you was about to snap, and you didn’t know if you could ever fully recover from it. Your rapist laughs, popping the head of his cock in and out of your pussy as though to mock your request. 

“As if I need a condom when I’m fucking some random pig!” He rubs your clit, causing your hips to twitch and legs to cramp as you try your best to remain still as he begins to penetrate you fully. 

“Fuuuck, that’s it…” 

His voice was a low rumble as he sank inside of you. Being mostly dry, it hurt like hell. Your walls burned and stretched uncomfortably, trying desperately to force him out with how tight you were but this only seemed to spur him on further. He began to thrust into you, groaning loudly as you were forced to take him, grabbing your thick waist and squeezing it tightly as he rocked into your unwilling body as you laid there, helpless and crying. 

“When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?” His breathy groan made your stomach flip. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve done it… Did it make this any worse? Could anything make this better? You couldn’t answer, sobbing and grunting in pain and revulsion as you felt yourself becoming wet against your control. 

“I can’t imagine who would want to fuck a disgusting pig like you.” He suddenly smacked one of your breasts hard enough to make you cry out in pain, your chest bouncing and jiggling wildly until it again matched the movement of the man’s hips. 

“You’re lucky you’re just my type.” His thrusts deepen, until he’s completely hilted inside of you. The headboard of your bed was pounding against the wall, just as his balls were pounding against the curve of your ass. Involuntary sounds were leaving your throat, groans and moans of pain and… something else were leaving your mouth every time he thrusted into you and hit that spot inside of you. 

Your body bounced wildly on your bed with your rapist’s movements. You could feel the fat of your body jiggling as well, accentuated by the man groping at your mostly naked body, pinching and pulling at all your soft places, like he was trying to further mock and humiliate you. He smacked your chest and legs, hard enough to leave red prints in their wake and to cause you to scream and cry in fear and pain. He didn’t seem bothered by the noise you were making. If anything, it seemed to turn him on further, if the increase in the strength and speed of his hips were anything to go by. 

“That piggy pussy of yours is getting so wet…” He purred as he spread your legs open further. A wet SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUELCH accommodated the movement of his hips, your cunt now fully drenched as he fucked you as hard and fast as his hips would allow. In combination with his fingers on your clit, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and squeaking in pleasure. 

No, no, no, no-! 

“D-Dooon’t-!~ ‘m gonna-!” You couldn’t believe it. It has been so, so long since you were last intimate with anyone that your body was hypersensitive to all stimuli. As though you weren’t always this sensitive… You gritted your teeth as your toes began to curl. It was already too late to fight against it. You felt pressure building in your core, in your bladder, and though you tried your hardest to hold back, you couldn’t.

You began to squirt uncontrollably all over your rapist’s cock. 

A strangled cry left your injured throat, raspy and unsexy as your walls clamped down around his dick. He groaned in a satisfactory way, almost laughing as you dirtied the sheets and pushed his cock out of your pussy from the force of your orgasm. He continued to rub your clit, prolonging the sensation and sending you into overdrive as you screamed in horror and ecstasy. Just as your stream began to die down and your body dropped from its agonized posture, you were flipped onto your belly. Pulling your ass up, you felt his cock smack your labia repeatedly before pushing back into your sore, sensitive pussy. 

“N-Noooo…” 

The position gave him extra depth. Occasionally, you felt the blunt head of his cock slam into your cervix, causing you to jump with discomfort and arousal. Your pussy was so wet now that his cock kept slipping out of you, you savouring the moments when he wasn’t raping you before he inevitably forced himself back inside you. Somewhere in the midst of it, his hips stutter and his thrusts become shorter and shorter. 

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah, baby-“ You gasp as he pushes deep inside you, cock pressing into the entrance to your womb as something hot fills you up. 

No. N-No- 

You couldn’t believe it. He was- He is cumming inside you! You reach your arm back and try to push him away, but he just grabs your arm and pulls it behind your back. He finishes and you weep, core hot and tight from arousal and fear. Before you can say or do anything, he’s gone back to fucking you, hard and deep. 

“Y-Yeah! Yeah… I love a sloppy pussy…” He moans as he smacks you on the ass. You let out an undignified squeak, then a long, drawn out moan as you are pulverized from behind. Is his cum leaking out of you with each thrust of his hips? All you can hear is the slapping of his balls against your clit and the headboard slamming into the wall with enough force to make you think something would break. The question was what would cave in first: the wall or you. 

“Tell me how much you love it, baby!” SMACK! You scream from the pain and the sudden increase in the force behind his hips. “Tell me how much you love this dick!” SMACK! 

“I- I love- I LOVE IT! I LOVE T-THAT COCK! JUST DON’T HURT ME, PLEASE!” Your voice was barely audible, even though you were screaming at the top of your lungs. Your pussy fluttered around his cock when you said those words, and clamped down every time he spanked you. Your breath is a hyperventilating sob, and you choke on it as you cum yet again. 

The intruder pulls his cock out and rubs it vigorously against your clit, smearing his cum all over your pretty pink slit. You silently scream, mouth agape as your back arches and your hips grind against the cock head that partially buried itself between your folds. Your body shakes, your skin crawling as he groped your body with one of his hands, making you self conscious about your body fat once again as he thrusted into you once more. 

On and on, he fucked you, forcing you to squirt and stimulating you through it before starting it all over again. You were a silently screaming, mewling mess, your hips chasing the feeling that his cock gave you against your best effort to be still. Not noncompliant, but not eager either. But you failed. Your pussy was going crazy, tingling and buzzing and almost going completely numb with pleasure as he fucked you. Your rapist leaned over you and fondled both your breasts at the same time, pinching your nipples and pulling at them almost as if he were trying to milk you like a cow. “Squeal for me, bitch! Squeal!” And through the tears you did, stomach churning with humiliation as you repeatedly squeal like a pig, all while being raped. 

You cum particularly hard when he rolled your nipples in between his fingers and bit down on your shoulder with enough strength to make you squeal in pain. He hilted inside you and groaned lowly, cumming into you as he licked and sucked on your neck. Your body trembled and you shuddered, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cum alongside him. His cock pops free of your pussy and he finishes on your bed, slapping his meaty cock onto your folds as you squirt with impressive force. He jams his cock back into you before you finish and your hips meet his half way, your mind and body half broken from the brutal fucking you’ve received against your will. 

 At some point, he flips you back onto your back and pins your knees to your shoulders, forcing you into a mating press. By this point, your brain is fried from pleasure, only raspy moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as your rapist ruts into you. He smashed his mouth against your parted lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth and salivating into your mouth. It would have disgusted you… if you were of sound mind. In the moment, though, you weakly kissed him back. Just to placate him, you would tell yourself later, not because you were enjoying such a thing… 

He pounds into your cervix, his cum making you so slick that you couldn’t believe his cock remained inside you. It stirred up your insides, things being smashed and rubbed that you’ve never experienced before. Your climax was building again, against your will, and you laid there limp and compliant as you were fucked into your bed. Your sheets were drenched in fluids and stuck to your body… It would have disgusted you if you had the presence of mind to feel anything at this point. 

“Fuck, I love that look on your face.” He broke the kiss and brushed your hair from your sweaty face. What facial expression did you have? You were barely there, in the moment. You were somewhere else, mentally, trying desperately to think of something- anything- other than what was actually happening to you. But it was impossible to fully escape it. You were so sore, so overstimulated that the slightest involuntary movement on your part was absolute agony. You wanted it to stop already, but he just kept going… and going.. and going- 

You don’t even remember when it finally stopped. Even after he slammed into you for the final time, your knees pressed above your shoulder and his cock balls deep inside you and pressed firmly into your cervix. You are so overstimulated that you couldn’t even feel it, nor that you were cumming again as well, the intruder’s dick firmly pressed into you so your body couldn’t push it out. Even after your body had finally calmed down, he remained inside of you, until he went soft and his cock naturally slipped out of you. Loads of cum follow, dripping out of you and down the crack of your ass. Before it landed on the sheets, he scooped it on his fingers and shoved it back inside your abused pussy. It was darkly flushed and covered in your and his fluids, almost bruised from the force he fucked you with. 

Once he was satisfied with how “cleaned up” you were, he tucked himself back into his pants and buckled and zipped them up. He left you on your bed, half naked and completely disassociated. You don’t know how long you laid there after the attack, unable to think as your body aches and buzzes with left over pleasure. At some point, you begin to strain your ears, hearing nothing other than your ragged breathing and hammering heart. You tried to sit up but didn’t have the strength to do so, collapsing back onto the bed and slipping into an involuntary sleep. 

You slept for nearly twelve hours before you woke back up. You didn’t have to work, thankfully, but you had to somehow deal with the aftermath of what happened. The first thing you did was limp to the shower. You turned the water on so hot that you practically scalded yourself. You couldn’t wash it off… His touch, his semen, it was all over you and inside you! You had a breakdown in the shower, crying and screaming and throwing up as you collapsed onto the ground. You sat under the water until it turned ice cold, and couldn't force yourself out until you were physically  numb from the cold from head to toe. You couldn’t stand being naked, and threw on the thickest clothing you had, even layering them before you tore the sheets off your bed and threw them in the corner with a scream of pained disgust. 

You collapsed onto the floor again and began to cry, uncertain if you were feeling anything or even crying at all. It felt like something you should be doing, so you did it. It takes you hours to leave your room, still partially afraid that the man was still in your house, waiting for you. But you don’t call the cops. You are humiliated, fucked up in a way that makes you irrational. You clear your house and stagger back to your room, collapsing on your bare mattress and stare at the ceiling until your vision goes blurry and your eyes become dry from the strain. 

***

You became a shut in after the attack, finding it nigh impossible to face any people in your daily life. They would see that something was wrong with you and ask questions… You couldn’t handle it. You just… couldn’t. Not only did you avoid everyone, you never reported the attack. Between the fear of your attacker catching wind of this even after your promise to keep this ‘your little secret’ and the humiliation of having been raped in your own bed and having cummed from it (multiple times), you stayed silent. Too much time had passed anyway, you thought, and the possibility of being judged after such a savage attack had your self-esteem and hopes for justice crushed. 

Nearly a month after being raped, you still felt sick. You were throwing up almost daily after that night, but it only seemed to be getting worse the more time passed. You felt the same amount of fatigue from that night too, or maybe that was worsening as well… You know you must go to the doctor, especially after… that, but you dreaded the eventual conversation about sexual partners and why your physical and mental health were in the gutter. You put it off for as long as you could, but after yet another morning of vomiting your guts up, you bit the bullet and made an appointment with your primary care physician. 

You hated waiting in the doctor’s office. The blank walls gave you anxiety on a good day, but right now? You want to puke again… You swallow it down and wait your turn, averting your gaze from a young, overwhelmed mother wrestling with a screaming toddler, and it falls on a magazine with a pregnant woman with a plastic smile. 

Your name is called and you almost jump out of your skin. You train your eyes on your feet, shuffling behind the nurse and feeling an anxious pit form in your stomach as she takes your vitals. Elevated, no surprise there, but within the realm of ‘normal’. You didn’t know how to feel about that but you just stare at the floor and absentmindedly answer the nurse’s questions. “No, no new allergies, n-no, no new pain…” She stared at the healing bruises on your face then typed something on the computer in the room. 

“Any change in your sexual history?” You froze, that night coming back in full force. You blink away your tears and partially nod, partially shake your head. The nurse doesn’t ask for clarification and types on the computer for a while before leaving you to wait for the doctor. 

You felt feverish while waiting. The room began to spin and you felt like the ceiling was about to collapse onto you. You strained your ears, jumping at every closed door and footsteps outside your door. You had barely enough time to get your shit together when the doctor knocked on the door and opened it before you could respond. 

The conversation was disturbingly chipper and plain. He asked about your bruises and you evaded the question. He asked you why you were here. Your mind went blank and you froze. “I was- I have pain… urinating.” You could slap yourself for being so stupid. He nods and orders some labs for you to do. “Just pee into this cup, dear.” It’s hard but you do it, trying not to cry as some urine gets on your hand. You flush and wash your hands, giving your pee away to a smiling nurse who says “You’re free to go.” 

You go home and cry, regretting ever leaving your house. You try to forget the appointment with some shitty movies on some streaming service you keep forgetting to cancel while binge eating things that you normally wouldn’t eat together. A few days pass and you don’t forget the appointment but rather try not to think about it. What if you have an STI? The thought makes you feel… broken. Not angry, not sad just… hollow. You jump when you receive a phone call from the doctor’s office. Oh no- Don’t they only call when something is wrong? You almost didn’t want to answer but this is too important to leave alone. You answer and hold your breath after you say “This is she” to your own name being called. 

“We have received your lab results.” Okay… “You don’t have any kind of infections.” Thank God… “But-“ Your blood freezes in your veins. What- What else could it be? You remember the young mother and screaming toddler, the photo of the smiling pregnant woman, and you feel faint. It can’t be… 

“-we gave you a pregnancy test, per our clinic's policy and it came back positive. We’ve scheduled a follow up appointment where we will be giving you prenatal care and maternity resources. And, if you don’t mind me saying: congratulat-!” 

CLICK! 

You hang up the phone and run to the bathroom to vomit.