****Warning****
This story contains non consensual sex. This is FICTIONAL and everyone is OVER 18. If you read this story, you have done so at your own discretion.
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It had been a long day. My parents had just left for the weekend to attend to a family emergency two states away. It's the first time that I've ever been alone. I really couldn't believe that they left. They had been talking about it for a while now, probably for the last 19 years. To celebrate, I took a long hot bath.
Afterwards, I threw my long wavy black hair into a high loose pony tail. I put on one of my daddy's t-shirts and a baggy pair of shorts, without any panties just to rebel against my strictly religious parents. I wasn't allowed to drive, or even leave my house without parental supervision. My mother home schooled me and supervised my every group activity that took place with the other home schooled children at our church.
I've never even kissed a boy. My parents have my whole life planned out. Originally I was supposed to go to a private all girls Baptist College, however, that plan has changed. Now, my parents expect me to marry our Pastor's son, Matthew. He is coming from attending a theological seminary and will be working with his father until he retires and then will continue on with his father's work.
Our ceremony will be taking place next weekend. I am looking forward to the marriage. I think we both are. We've been writing each other for the last few years. My parents don't believe in letting me use the computer, but do allow me the privacy of writing what I want to Matthew. I'm not sure if I love him, I've never experienced anything else in my life.
The only reason why my parents have allowed me this weekend of freedom is because Matthew will be coming home tomorrow, and the Pastor had expressed how he wanted to have a meal with Matthew and I, to go over what will be expected of both of us.
I fell onto my bed looking up at my white ceiling fan. Its familiar rocking back and forth put me into a light sleep. I closed my eyes and when I reopened them to the hunger that was pushing against my insides. Skipping down the hallway to the fridge, I opened the door, and grabbed one of the small casserole dishes that my mother left for me. Meatloaf, green beans and mashed potatoes = Yum! Setting the oven to 350, I put the container in shrugging off the pre-heat and put the timer to 10 minutes. Sounded good.
Grabbing the bible, I started flipping thru the pages trying to figure out what I wanted to read. Before I could find something the oven timer reminded me of my rumbling stomach. Sitting back down at the kitchen bar with my dinner I started shoving food into my mouth. Realizing I didn't have a drink, I hopped back down.
As I opened the refrigerator, I felt a hand against the back of my head pushing my forehead into the refrigerator door. I took in a sharp breath as someone gripped my pony tail on the top of my head, yanking my head to the side so my cheek was now pushed against the door.
I couldn't see anyone but could only feel someone's breath hot against my ear.
"Please, scream," whispered the intruder wetly against my ear.
My eyes widened to the size of saucers. I didn't know what to do. I froze. I couldn't even breathe.
He kept his grip against my hair as he moved his body away from mine. He forced my head to slide down the refrigerator door. I started bending my knees, but when he grabbed between my legs I jumped, pulling against his grip on my hair. I yelped against the pain. He kept my face against the refrigerator door, but now my butt was slightly angled out. I still couldn't see him.
Feeling his gloved finger slide up my inner thigh made the tears start rolling down my cheeks.
"Please, stop. Please take whatever you want. Just don't hurt me. Please stop. Please, please, please." I started whimpering against the cold white metal.
I used my hands to try and stop him from going any further, but he then just grabbed my pubic region holding on to a handful of my pubic hair.
"You have one hairy pussy! We are going to have to rectify that." He said while pulling on my pubic hair.
The intruder let go of my pubic hair but tightened his grip on my pony tail. Dragging me by my hair to my parent's master bathroom, I could hear my Mothers voice echoing in my ears, 'Only dirty girls don't wear panties!'
I tried to resist by pulling against his hands, but my efforts were only rewarded by being thrown against the side of the tub.
My parents had a large bathroom: his and her sink and closets, a separate room for the toilet, extra large whirlpool tub and a shower with four heads and two benches that could double into a sauna. We have a very large house. In fact, my father is worth several millions but we only live on a fraction of that. The rest of it goes to the church.
I kept my head down against the tub. I didn't want to make eye contact with him that would make this all too real. I couldn't believe that this was happening. A can of shaving cream and a razor slid and hit me against my thigh. I reached out to pick it up, but pulled my trembling hands back tightly against my chest in hopes that they would stop.
Taking a deep breath, I reached out for them again and threw them at the intruder. As soon as I released the can I sprinted for the door. I passed him, all clad in black and made it thru the bathroom door, but before I could turn and run, he grabbed me, spinning me around with a fist into the stomach. I bent over with the wind being knocked out of me and blissfully welcomed the blackness before hitting the floor.
My consciousness awoke to the red blackness behind my eye lids and a throbbing sensation in both of my hands. I slowly opened my eyes giving time for the black dots to recede. I rolled my head to the side realizing that my wrists where in some kind of cuffs tied to each shower head. I was facing the tiles and couldn't see anything behind me. I felt my shorts being sliding down to my ankles. His gloved hand caressed my left butt cheek, gently squeezing it.
"I'm disappointed at how you're making this difficult." He said, sounding as my father does after my mother had just explained how poorly I was performing at something, anything, well everything.
I looked at him, into his ice blue eyes looking to see if I could confirm that emotion. His shoulders moved and I felt the sting of his hand against my butt cheek that he had been rubbing. Before I could even process what was going on he continued to beat me. I bit my lower lip, keeping back my screams. My father used to beat me with the belt, and that is what he was looking for from me. My screams would equal my repentance for whatever I did. I will not submit.
After 10 spankings, the masked man walked in front of me and must have seen the anger in my eyes. He started laughing and walked off. Before he came back into my line of sight, I could hear the ever family popping sound my father's belt would make. I strained my head around to see that malicious thing folded in half between his hands making another loud popping sound.
"Are you going to shave your pussy?" He asked me.
I have never heard that word before, but I wasn't stupid. I knew that he wasn't talking about a cat.
"Well, if you have to think about it..." he trailed off and walked back behind me.
He hit me with the belt, and it was ten times harder than what my father did. The third swat landed across both of my butt cheeks, the tears started rolling out of my eyes.
Four.
Five.
At six, he started too moved up and the belt bit into my lower back. After that, every time he hit me I screamed. .
Seven.
Eight, he dropped to my lower buttocks and thighs.
After ten, he stopped.
He walked in front of me and looked at me.
