Angelica's mind woke her up in alarm as she didn't immediately recognize her surroundings. Where? She wasn't in her bed or her room. The sound of a man breathing deeply alerted her to her situation. Her heart dropped. It hadn't been a dream. She had oh so desperately hoped that she'd wake up in her own bed.
Swallowing hard, she tried to bunch her legs up to cover herself up, only to cringe when she felt his skin along her feet. He was too close and she didn't want to wake him. She looked around, unsure of what to do. She was a good runner, she could try to escape, jump out of the bed. But what if she failed? She never imagined he'd rape her and now she had no idea what to think about him.
Rubbing her legs together, she winced. Her pussy was sore, reminding her that her first sexual experience was roughly stolen from her. It was difficult to control her body as she wanted to rage, scream and fight the man sleeping beside her.
She wasn't like her parents who kept insisting she should be married before having sex. In fact, she had recently gotten herself a shot for birth control, knowing that pills would be just too hard to keep track of and easy to find, especially with her snooping parents. Was she an adult? Yes. But they kept treating her like a child they had to control. She could just do nothing right.
She clenched her jaw. She had hoped that lying to him about not being on birth control would have stopped him, but it hadn't. Nothing she said, nothing she did, mattered in the end. But, that was her life in the end. She just couldn't do anything right. Well, almost anything. She knew how to give a good handjob, had tried to get him to come hoping that just doing that his mind would clear up and he wouldn't rape her. But it hadn't worked.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips and tears sprang to her eyes. She was a bit of a romantic and had planned on how her first experience would go. She assumed it wouldn't be the best, maybe a little painful, but she wanted the guy to go all out, take her to dinner, bring her back home, romantic candles, slow, soft, happy, and sexy with her one hundred percent on board. But she had gotten none of that. Instead, there was fear, pain, and shame. Yes, there was some pleasure, but it was only because he made sure to help stimulate her. Not that it mattered since she didn't have an orgasm.
She quickly wiped her face as a tear streamed down one cheek. Why hadn't she just listened to her parents? They were wary of her going to his house alone to take care of his dogs. Her mother wanted to join her, but she had refused, wanting for once to be in a house alone by herself and enjoy her own company. Hell, he had shown all of them proof of his plans for the weekend to put their minds at ease. She even called her mother the moment he left for his trip, relaxing her mother a bit. And, Angelica always thought of herself as a good judge of character. He'd never given her bad vibes before. Although, he did almost always ignore her.
Her heart fluttered slightly. He was handsome, tall, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. She had had a crush on him for ages. She couldn't deny that. When he left she had wandered the house and stared at his pictures wondering what kind of woman he was into. Not that it mattered. He was far to old for her. And there was no way he would have seen her as anyone but the scrawny kid who had added him to her list of adults she sought approval from. She wasn't an idiot. She still had a lot of growing up to do. But, he was the kind of man she hoped to find one day. Not only was he handsome, but he was kind and considerate. Or at least, that's what she thought.
When his wife got sick he took care of her till the end. He clearly loved her. His eyes never seemed to wander. It wasn't only that. She had noticed the way he touched her, how he acted, how he talked. So commanding, but also loving. He had a presence about him, like he knew what she wanted. He was good at that. Giving her what she wanted without her even asking.
Angelica clenched her jaw. She never would have pegged him as a rapist. Did he plan this? Was he just waiting for her to be old enough? Legal? Did he just leave for an hour hoping to lower her guard before coming back to rape her?
Jerry moved behind her, making her stiffen as she waited to see what he would do. His hand touched her back and he mumbled something.
Run! Her brain screamed at her. He was still sleeping. But, she'd have to run around the bed and if her movements woke him he'd catch her before she got very far. She swallowed hard at the thought of him raping her ass as he promised he'd do. If he didn't bother to make sure she was ready for him while he raped her pussy, he for sure wouldn't care about her ass.
Tomorrow things will be better, he had promised, before also promising to rape her ass if she tried to run away.
A few more tears of frustration ran down her cheeks. She didn't want him to rape her again, but he clearly planned on doing it. She wanted to go home, and honestly, just forget about the whole thing. It hurt and brought shame, knowing what she allowed to happen. Knowing that the man she had put up there as one of the good ones, was a terrible person. She also knew, bringing in the cops would probably not help in the long run. Jerry was handsome and charming. She had little doubt he would be able to easily change the narrative and say she came on to him. It would be believable.
Her heart picked up its beat. Maybe he'd wake up with a clear mind and regret. What if he was drunk? No. Her hopes crashed just as quickly as they rose. He wasn't drunk. He didn't smell of alcohol. His eyes looked normal. She was pretty sure he wasn't on any drugs. He was upset. That was pretty clear, from the moment he entered the house.
Jerry mumbled and shifted. Her heart stilled as he moved his left hand under her arm. She couldn't help but close her eyes in surrender as he started to fondle one breast. He let out a content sigh, scooting closer to her.
"Please don't," she couldn't help but whisper. She wasn't ready. The thought of him ramming his hard fat cock into her again made her shiver. Her pussy was still sore and it was way to early. She ignored the slight tingle of anticipation. That... that wasn't true.
His lips softly kissed her shoulders, moving up to her neck. Chills pulsed through her.
"Have I told you yet how perfect you are?" he asked. His voice was low, sensual, and oddly caring.
Perfect. That wasn't the first time he'd used that word on her. But, it had to be a ploy. Something he thought he had to say to make her compliant. But why? It didn't matter how much she struggled, he was stronger than her. He'd already forced himself on her more than once. Her sore pussy was proof of that. Her fighting had done nothing. Why compliment her at all?
She stared at the wall, not responding to him. He pulled her closer so that his hand could cup her other breast and play with it, while he attacked her neck with his mouth, causing the good kind of shivers to run up and down her body. She involuntary let out a moan. His right arm snaked under her to rub and tease her stomach. She would have liked it, had she not felt his semi-hard cock pressed against her ass.
"I didn't try to run away," she whispered, just hoping he'd go easy on her at least.
"I know, Little Angel," he replied. "And for that, you get a reward."
She didn't want his reward. She just wanted to go home. His left hand stopped fondling her breast and slowly trailed down her body, lightly scratching her with his fingernails, till he got to her pussy. Her body pulsed and her breathing deepened. She was getting aroused. It wasn't fair! He hummed in her ear as he felt her outside then slipped a finger into her folds, making her jump as he brushed her clit. As he had the night before, he slowly teased her sensitivity, making her feel what she didn't want to feel. His fingers were long and surprisingly graceful. He clearly knew what he was doing.
She couldn't help but mentally fight back. It wasn't fair! He was making her feel good and she didn't want to. Her mouth parted slightly as she found herself breathing harder. She cursed her hips when they moved as he stuck a finger in her.
"That's it, Little Angel," he said softly, reading her easily. He rose up slightly, slowly grinding up against her. Feeling his cock against her brought her temporarily back to the present. She couldn't stop her body from reacting, but she could zone out. His fingers played inside her, rubbing up against a sensitive spot in her. Fuck! No, she was wrong. She couldn't zone out. She managed to only let out a whimper. Closing her eyes, she focused on the orgasm that was so close to breaking, moving her hips around, slowly fucking his fingers. Her teeth bit her bottom lip to try and control her noises. Almost-
A mewl escaped her mouth as he pulled his hand out of her. She quickly clapped a hand to shut herself up in embarrassment. She wanted him to finish and let her come, but she refused to give in to the primal urges of her body, by begging him. He rolled to one side, keeping his right arm under her. Her eyes widened when she heard the sound of him pumping lubricant onto his hand. She couldn't help but lock her ankles together. She didn't want his cock in her. Just his fingers. They were smaller after all, and they felt nice.
He rolled back and tsked at her. Maybe... just maybe... A frown crossed her face as she felt him place his left leg over her legs. His cock brushed against her slit. He grunted digging his fingers into her thighs. She shook her head.
"Alright," he said with a snort. Getting a better grip around her stomach with one hand, he pushed his cock into her. It was a painfully tight fit.
"Okay," she quickly whimpered, realizing her mistake. In closing her legs, she just have him a smaller entrance to push his giant cock in. And he was rather girthy. Or so, she had to assume. He was the first cock ever inside of her. She'd briefly forgotten that he had no trouble forcing himself in her. Nothing she did could stop him. She tried to move her leg up to open up her pussy for some much needed relief. He planted his leg over hers, forcing her down.
"Wait, it hurts," she whispered as she placed her hand on his hairy leg and tried to push it down. He painfully gripped her hand, stopping her. He didn't stop moving, didn't raise his leg.
"Should have thought about that before trying to stop me," he said with a grunt. "You know we're going to fuck."
She couldn't help but cry, clenching her hand. There was no way he was enjoying her, was he? His cock was filling her up. His speed as a bit too fast. Still, he seemed determined and kept moving into her until his entire cock moved with better ease. With a satisfied sigh, he took his leg off her. She quickly moved her leg up and over his. A sigh of relief passed her lips. He moved slowly in her, suddenly no longer trying to cause pain.
"Shh. It's okay," he said softly. His fingers brushed her hair back before roaming her body again. A frown crossed her face the rough cruel rapist evaporated.
Her body jumped and she took in a deep breath of surprise as his hand reached down to play with her pussy again, working back up the feeling he had started only moments ago. His lips lightly kissed her shoulders. His cock, his fingers, his lips. Who was this man that replaced the harsher one just moments before? The one who stole her virginity without care? The one who kept hurting her only to change and be more gentle? She didn't know what to do. He was confusing her. Then again, her own body was confusing her. Her pussy was wet, allowing him to slide in and out of her with more ease. Her hands wanted to explore him. Wanted to touch him, run up his leg. Shit! She wanted to kiss him. Focusing on ignoring her responses, she dug her right hand into the sheet.
"Oh, Little Angel," he cooed in her ear. "I hate having to punish you. But you need to stop fighting this. Fighting me."
