As we went into the bedroom my mind was going a mile a minute. I had never been with any other man than Matt and my teenage mistake; now, here I was trapped, trapped to be a sex slave for 30 men. Men that could care less how I felt. Men that wanted a maid, a cook and a place to but their dick's into. I should have stayed with Matt I kept thinking. At least he would not hurt me like this.
I heard Bud say "for right now, just kneel down and lay over the edge of the bed. I'm going to fuck you real quick like, and let you start supper." He pushed me to the bed, some how in my daze and shock along with my fear knelt down at the bed's edge. I felt him kneeling between my legs. I heard him spit then I felt wet fingers opening me up. "Hold on Jenny, your going to like this" I gritted my teeth and said "it's Penny, Penny White not Jenny" That just made him pissed. He said "shut up bitch, you will be what ever I want you to be, and do what ever I want you to do" With that he shoved his dick into me hard and I felt myself being filled. I felt stretched, and I mean like he was shoving a huge log into me.
I kept telling myself "Oh God, please hurry, please cum and get out of me" I heard myself say God, and started to pray. "Please, oh please God, help me, make him stop, please, he is raping me, I don't want to do this, he is making me do it. Oh Please God help me" I could hear him grunting, and felt his belly each time he shoved into me. Matt would shove it in, and with in 2-3 seconds he would shoot his nasty cum in me then pull out. This man would not shoot his stuff. He just kept pumping and pumping. He reached around and grabbed my breast, holding on to them for handles he was pulling me back hard against himself as he would ram his huge fat thing in me.
I felt myself no longer in discomfort, his thing did not seem to be hurting as much and I just knew it was God answering my prayers. He was taking the humiliation and the discomfort away. I prayed again "Please God, make him shoot his stuff, get him off of me, Please Oh hurry, hurry before some ones comes in and sees him or he hurts me" I knew God heard me because the discomfort was completely gone.
I felt something I never felt before. And it made what was going on not only bearable, but almost to the point of feeling good. I prayed again to let God know how much I loved him helping me in my time of need "Oh thank you God, Thank you" Some where between my praying to God in my mind I heard myself shout out. "OH GOD, OH GOD" (not out of fear from this evil man fucking me, but out of the pleasure God was giving me to make up for this man's evil ways and for what he was doing to me.
I heard Bud say, "That's it Baby, that's it, youβre going to love this cock, you are going to be begging me to fuck you. God you are tight, if I did not know you had been married I would think you were a virgin. You feel real good, push back hard, and take it all"