Home Invasion P.1

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.