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The lesbians from next door were over for dinner, and earlier that day, I was sent out to go buy a few things before the women arrived.
So, here I am, walking around town centre with a couple of bags in my hand. I had allowed myself to indulge and buy some new books as well.
I had pretty much finished up, so I decided to go get a drink for the bus ride home, a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream and marshmallows. It's my go-to drink I get when I'm in town.
After paying and receiving my drink, I sipped it as I exited the shop and made my way to the bus stop. I had put my headphones back on and was currently listening to The Book of Mormon soundtrack while I walked down the street.
It was fairly quiet today, which was a bit weird, but it didn't bother me too much. I just figured it was because it was midweek and it was fairly late. It was 5.30 pm.
Headphones blasting my music, I hadn't noticed someone following me. It was only until I was grabbed and pulled into a back alley that I noticed something was wrong, and by then, it was too late.
I was thrown harshly against the back wall of the alley. With the wind knocked out of me, I collapsed onto the concrete floor, coughing and trying to catch my breath.
With the minimal number of people around, the fact it was already pretty dark and the fact that I was at the very back of an already dark alley, nobody would have seen what was happening to me.
While I was vulnerable, my attacker took the opportunity to get close and undo his pants.
My eyes widened in shock as I gained my breath and saw what he was doing.
Suddenly he grabbed hold of my head and commanded me to "suck it" as he tried to force my mouth down on his cock.
I clawed at his hands, which were holding my face in place, in a futile attempt at getting him to stop.
As my eyes grew glassy and wet, and I was now shaking. Badly. I tried to lean my head back to get away from his dick but he just pulled me back violently.
I whimpered at the contact. The bigger man moved one hand from my head to my mouth in an attempt at getting me to open it.
He stuck a finger inside my mouth as the other hand that was still on my head moved down to my jaw and dug into my skin.
I involuntarily opened my mouth to cry out when a jolt of pain was sent down my jaw.
He took that as an opportunity to quickly force my open mouth on his cock. I started crying, feeling violated, as he secured my head in place there.
I chocked and suffocated on his big dick. After a few moments, he started moving my head back and forth, making me pleasure him.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed. After a while, I felt something hot and sticky spurt inside my mouth.
My eyes widened for a second and then I started crying again as I realised he just came inside my mouth. I wanted to be sick.
The man looked down at me with a sick smile on his face.
"Swallow it." He said simply.
I sobbed and tried to speak but couldn't with his dick still in my mouth.
He repeated his command with more venom, and I couldn't do anything except obey.
After what felt like hours, and multiple orgasms from the bigger man, he released his grip on my head, and I could finally breathe properly again, now that I wasn't on the constant verge of chocking and suffocation because of his cock.
I spat and tried to get any of his remaining semen from out of my mouth. My moment of peace didn't last long at all. Before I knew it, he was adjusting his position on me, and his hands moved to remove my clothes.
Tears spilling from eyes, I continued scratching at his hands, begging for this stranger to stop. Of course, he ignored my pleas.
He started with removing my top, stopping to admire and grope my breasts, still with my bra on.
My body froze in fear at this. I'd never been touched like this before. Suddenly, the gravity of the situation suddenly hit me. If this was going to lead to what I think is going to happen, then my first time will be with a stranger, a man who is twice my age!
Sobs racked my body as he removed my bra and started sucking on one of my nipples. He obviously didn't like this because he suddenly slapped me and yelled at me to shut up.
I slammed my hands over my mouth to stifle my own cries in fear of what this man would do to me if I disobeyed him.
He attached his mouth onto my neck, sucking hard. I whimpered in pain, I knew that was going to leave a mark.
He removed his mouth from my neck, and suddenly he knelt up, still hovering above me so I couldn't get away.
"Take off your pants." He said sternly.
"I... I d-dont want -" I tried to say, but he interrupted me, grabbing my neck, cutting off my air supply before yelling again.
"I said take off your fucking pants!" Tears continued to fall as I did as I was told. I shifted until my pants were down by my knees.
I think he was getting impatient, that I was taking too long, because he smacked my hands away and forcefully yanked my pants all the way off and threw them to the side.
A loud sob escaped my lips again. I screwed my eyes shut and turned my head away, scared of what he was going to do to me.
My eyes widened, and I turned to look at him with terrified eyes as I felt him running his hands up and down my legs.
He was going higher and higher up my thighs, getting closer and closer to my panties. I felt myself panicking. Shit shit shit shit shit shit!
He hooked his fingers around the waistband of my panties, savouring the feeling before he pulled them off too.
This was it. I'm completely exposed.
I tried to block out everything that he was doing to me. I felt dirty. I felt disgusting. All I can feel are his hands on my body.
First, it's just light caressing of the skin, then he viciously sticks a finger inside. Then two. And he thrusts them in and out of me. Then he brings them out and shows me all the substances that are on his fingers, and smears it all across my face.
It's from me. It's my discharge. It's my cum.
As if the shame wasn't bad enough already, it just had to get worse. He brings his mouth down there and uses his tongue to work his sick magic.
I can feel all the cum leaking out of my ass at what he's doing, and I know it's not my fault, I can't help it, it's my body's reaction to the stimulation. But I still can't help but feel disgusted in myself at it.
I didn't even have time to react. Before I knew it, he'd positioned himself by my entrance, grabbed me harshly and thrusted himself into me.
A searing pain shoots through me, and I let out a blood curdling scream, but he covers my mouth with one of his big hands to muffle the sound.
While he's pumping himself in and out of my tight pussy, he sticks two of his fingers down my throat, making me gag horribly.
I don't know what to do.
Why is this happening to me?
Someone, please help me.
A tear rolls down my cheek.
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My attacker has finally satisfied himself. Played with me. Like a toy. Like an object. Now he has no more use for me.
My battered body is lying on the ground, unmoving. Eyes, void of any emotion. Stains on my cheeks from tears.
My assaulter sorts himself out, pulling his pants up and making himself look somewhat presentable.
Before he walks away, he bends down to my level and brings a hand up to rest underneath my chin, and he lifts my head up. Inspecting me as if I'm a doll on display.
He gives me one more sadistic smile before dropping my head and standing up. He turns around and begins to walk away, but not before he stops one more time to say something to me.
"If you tell anyone what just happened, I'll kill you."
And with that, he walks away.
He's gone. He's actually gone. My broken mind is too muddled to comprehend what just happened. I quickly dressed myself, grabbed the bags of items that I had bought ealrier that were thrown to the side, probably from when that asshole first grabbed me, and walked slowly out of the alley, ignoring the blinding pain in between my legs.
My milkshake forgotten, in a splatter on the floor at the mouth of the alley.
I pay no attention to anyone else who might still be out. I'm too tired and numb to care.
I make my way to the bus stop like I was earlier, only this time I actually get to the stop, and I get on my bus home.
The bus ride back home was intense. The realisation of what had just happened hit me, and I became very paranoid and stressed. I tried my hardest not to start crying in public, I didn't want someone to see, and then start asking me questions.
My stop back home came up, and I got off. There was still a 10 minute ish walk to actually get to my house, and during that time, I got really anxious. I thought that any person that I saw on the walk back home would end up raping me like that guy did not even half an hour ago.
I was hyperventilating and in the midst of a panic attack, but I carried on walking.
Reaching my front door, I fumbled with my keys. Hands shaking, I opened the door quickly and slammed it shut and locked it immediately again.
My vision started going blurry, but nevertheless, I carried on walking on shaky legs. I was aiming to get to my room. That was the only safe place I could get to right now, but because of my hazy vision and obvious panic, I tripped on the stairs and landed with a loud thump. I let out a yelp and with that, all my walls came tumbling down, I burst into uncontrollable tears.
This must have alerted my father from in the dining room with his friends and boyfriend. Without a second thought, he got up and searched for me to check if I was okay.
Everyone was already pretty worried about me because I had taken so long to get back home, even Charlotte and Cordelia had already turned up for dinner.
Whizzer crossed the room and made his way to the noise. He wasn't expecting the scene he came across. Me, sobbing like mad, having a panic attack, in a heap at the bottom of the stairs after having fallen on them. Imagine the shock, horror, and concern on his face as he ran to my aid.
Whizzer ran to my side, holding his arms out. My panic-stricken mind thought he was going to hurt me, so I screamed and tried to get up and scramble away from his touch.
I can't describe the expression that appeared on his face as he froze, staring at my shaking form in shock at my reaction.
He hesitantly moved slowly towards me again, fearing that I would hurt myself in this state.
Mumbling reassuring words to me as he got down on the floor and held me close to him in an attempt to get me to calm down. I fought against him, terrified out of my mind, convinced that he was going to hurt me.
He called out Charlotte's name, yelling for her help.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N) it's me! It's just me. It's Whizzer. It's Whizzer." His words came through to me, and I finally started to calm down. Charlotte made her way into the room, concern and confusing etched on her face.
"It's okay. Nothing can hurt you, I'm right here. I'll protect you." I clung to his top as tight as I could, like it was my lifeline. Like he was my lifeline. Whizzer held me tightly in the embrace. Tears spilling from my eyes. I'm surprised I could still cry with how much I've already cried since the events of earlier.
Whizzer brought a hand up to the back of my head, stroking it a couple of times before placing it back on the back of my head to support it while placing a kiss on top of my head. He stroked it a few more times before placing it back around my shoulders. The whole time, he was still whispering sweet, calming, comforting words into my ear.
"You're safe now." He murmured, over and over.
"You're safe, baby. You're home. I'm here."
Charlotte walked up to us both, kneeling down beside us and placing a hand on Whizzer's shoulder, getting his attention. Whizzer turned his head to face her, not letting me go from the hug.
"What happened?" Charlotte asked, shock and worry visible on her face.
"I... I don't know." Whizzer replied. Returning his gaze back to me.
"(Y/N) honey... What happened?" He asked quietly, heartbroken.
I shook my head in his grip harshly, tears still falling.
"I- I can't..." I began. My assaulters words rattled in my mind.
"If you tell anyone what just happened, I'll kill you."
Fear clouded my mind, any rational thought leaving me. I just sobbed louder, begging them to not make me say.
"Okay. Okay." Whizzer sighed.
"It's okay. You don't have to say." He looked at Charlotte once again, absolutely defeated.
He mouthed the question "What do I do?"
Charlotte sadly looked from Whizzer, to my trembling form, back to Whizzer again.
"Honey." Charlotte started, turning to me once again.
"Is there somewhere you want to go to just sit and calm down for a moment? Somewhere private." She asked me.
I looked up at Charlotte, finally releasing my iron clad grip on Whizzer ever so slightly.
"My room." I whispered, voice hoarse and breaking.
Charlotte nodded simply, expression unreadable. She muttered a quick "ok" as she slowly ushered me and Whizzer to standing.
I stood on shaky legs, wincing in pain. It didnt go unnoticed by the other 2, as they both froze and did a once over on me, to which I insisted I was fine.
Unluckily for me, my clothes ended up a bit dishevelled from all the fighting. My top had fallen down slightly to reveal the forming hickey on my neck.
And Charlotte saw.
Her eyes widened but she didnt say anything as she followed behind me and Whizzer as we went upstairs to my room.
We entered my room and Charlotte stood in the doorframe, watching as I sat on my bed and Whizzer knelt on the floor beside my bed and checked on me quietly.
A few seconds of silenced passed before Charlotte called out to Whizzer. He turned around to face her and hummed in response.
"Can I talk to you out here for a moment?" She asked.
Whizzer turned back to me, telling me he won't be long. He stood up and looked at me once more before leaning over the bed to grab my water bottle from my bedside table, to which I flinched and gasped.
He drew his hand back quickly, like he'd been burnt, his heart breaking even more as he apologised quietly to me. He moved slower this time, grabbing my bottle and handing it to me.
"Have some water while I'm gone please." He said to me, then hesitantly turned around and walked out of my room to Charlotte, closing my door slightly.
As the door closed, Whizzer and Charlotte stood in silence for a moment.
Whizzer felt like his world was crashing down on him. He let out a shaky gasp and looked at Charlotte.
"What is it?" He asked her.
"Whizz..." She started.
"You're not going to like what I'm about to say." Whizzer ran his hands over his face, trying to settle his racing heart before crossing his arms.
"What is it?" He quietly repeated the question, dreading the answer.
Charlotte sighed.
"I saw..." She stopped herself, considering her words.
"She has a hickey, Whizz." She finished.
An unreadable expression settled on Whizzer's face as his arms dropped to his sides.
"What... What does that mean?" He asked.
"Given the way we just saw her acting, the hickey, the obvious pain she refuses to admit she's in, her aversion to being touched right now, the flinching..." She trailed off
"Charlotte." Whizzer pressed.
"Spit it out. Please..."
She sighed.
"I think she was raped." She spat out. The words felt like venom on her tongue
Whizzer's stomach dropped and his blood ran cold. His eyes were wide and his hands were shaking.
"You're sure?" Whizzer asked, almost a whisper.
"I can't be sure unless she explicitly says it herself, but with her behaviour right now, I can almost guarantee it. It's very similar to how other sexual assault victims act after it happened." She said. It was silent for a moment. Whizzer couldn't find his voice.
Charlotte looked at Whizzer, eyes full of sympathy.
"I'm so sorry." She said. Whizzer broke down then and there, curling in on himself and wrapping his arms around himself as he cried silently.
How could this happen? To his own child. His baby.
Charlotte wrapped her arms around him, holding in her own tears, understanding the turmoil he must be feeling right now.
Shit.