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Impregnation Rape, by Jezebel Rose

 

The jolt of electricity from the stun gun woke me up from a deep a sleep. I was in bed in my apartment, and this was the very first thing that happened to me that night.

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My mother did not want me to move away as I did, but I had insisted on my independence and walked off to a big city all by myself. I knew it all, and I arrogantly assumed that lousy thing only happened to other people. On my 18th birthday, I collected my thoughts, headed out the door to my old car, and left my safe, former life behind.

I had saved up enough money for six months’ rent, and the apartment manager took the money to make up for the fact that I did not have any credit. I quickly found work through a temporary agency as a receptionist and my temporary job promptly turned permanent. Life was good.

I made some friends, and we hung out from time to time, but I never managed to find a boyfriend since I was not looking anyways. My life revolved around going to work, going to coffee and movies with friends, and cuddling up on my couch and reading Nora Robert’s novels.

I never realized that I had someone stalking me.

 

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The room was blacked out when I came to, and I could not even see the streetlights. I found out later that he would put a pair of goggles over my eyes that he would spray painted black to keep me from seeing anything. When I tried to say something, I found out that I was gagged. Then I decided to move and realized that I was tied up with my wrists cuffed to my ankles and the fresh air of the room told me that I was lewdly displayed to my attacker.

I heard him moan an approving sound and felt the warmth of his lips on my breasts, kissing them and then teasing my nipples. I was ashamed that this monster was making my body respond to his attention against my will. He spent what seemed like forever kissing almost every inch of my body before I heard him start to undress.

I tried to scream and the goggles filled with my tears when I heard his belt buckle come undone, then his zipper, followed by the sound of his pants crumpling to the floor.

He caressed my feet and my ankles, stopping to touch my fingers, as I felt his weight move onto my bed. I cried with all my being as I realized the certainty of what was about to happen to me. I remembered my senior prom with Ryan when I told him that I could not have sex since I was saving myself for the right man and the right time. I laughed a little at the irony of depriving myself of such a romantic time with Ryan to have my body taken now by a total stranger.

I felt the warmth of his hairy legs on my bare skin as he reached across me to my bedside table and then he leaned back, settling between my legs again. I wondered what he was doing for a moment, and then I heard a “click” that was followed by his squirting something all over me. The smell of it told me that it was my baby oil that I kept by my bedside. His hands smoothed the oil into my skin and then I felt him squirt it onto my pussy where it soaked me and ran down the crack of my ass onto my sheets. He poked a finger into me as he massaged the oil into my pussy lips and I thrashed and screamed trying to stop him.

I was so surprised when stopped what he was doing! He got up off the bed, and I heard him walk across the floor, then he stepped back. I heard a strange whine begin to build and then he poked me in the side of my ass with something. The world turned into pain and color as his stun gun discharged into me again. He was teaching me a lesson.

Some time went by, and then he got onto the bed again. I trembled as he squirted more baby oil onto me and rubbed in me back, but I did not dare scream or try to fight him. I heard the oil squirt again but did not feel it hit me anywhere, and then I realized he was rubbing it on himself.

I tensed as he moved on top of me and I felt his cock slip in between my oiled pussy lips. Everything felt so slick that I knew he had oiled up his cock, too.

I felt my heartbeat pulse in my head as his cock slipped into me. My whole body gave way for a horrid intruder who was about to become my first lover. The pain was awful as his slickened cock drove into my equally slickened pussy in one thrust. The sudden fullness I felt in my belly took my breath away as my rapist consummated our mating.

I was a little detached as I thought about this man as my mate, his cock driving into my pussy; he mounted on me like an animal, humping me. Involuntarily, I found myself pushing my pussy up to meet the downward thrusts of his cock. His cock plowed me more profoundly and more slowly in answer to my body fucking him back. My emotions ran the gamut of being disgusted with myself, hating my rapist, and being utterly and completely fascinated with each new sensation of just being a female mating for the first time.

His breathing became ragged, and I felt his cock swell inside of me. A million thoughts went through my mind as I realized he was about to come in me. I was unprotected and in the middle of my cycle and this beast was about to fill me with his bastard seed, and there was not anything I could do to stop him! He moved from on top of me to sit between my legs and then he slipped his cock into me again. He caught up my thighs in his hands, and I felt his cock plow into the door of my womb. I was terrified, as he became to me a mindless machine pistoling a cock into my body with a building fury. He pounded me so hard I thought that he was going to kill me.

He suddenly seized me and held himself deep into me. His cock began to throb and pulse and dance inside me, and a chill went through me when I realized that he was filling me with his seed. He just sat there for I do not know how long with his cock pulsing sperm into me and softening as the clock ticked on. I was utterly wasted when he finally pulled himself from me, and a torrent of his sperm flowed out of me to puddle on my sheets.

An hour or so went by with him wandering around my apartment before he came back and mounted me again. I was seriously sore by now, and he knew it. As if he cared, he pulled out and oiled himself, and then he stuck the tip of the baby oil bottle into me and gave a squirt. He mounted me once more, and this time the pain was gone. The sound of his cock plowing my pussy reached my ears, and I lost myself in considering this man as my mate again. We were just two animals mating, I told myself, a male succumbing to his needs and a female catering to them. I kept my mind in this clinical kind of mode as he fucked me much more slowly this time. I surprised myself when I felt a little pleasure to start to rise in my belly, but then he unloaded himself into me again, and it was over.

He lifted himself from me, and I heard the click and whir of a camera as he made himself some memories for his filthy scrapbook. Then I tensed as I listened to the whine of the stun gun…

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When I regained my senses, I found that he had undone me and took the cuffs and the gag with him, probably for his next victim. I thought about calling the police, but what the fuck would they do? They never catch 98% of therapists anyway so why put me through getting poked and prodded?

I did go to a free clinic to get myself checked out for STD’s and, thank God, and my rapist was at least a clean rapist. Fear of AIDS or herpes or some other crap had had me in doubt until the doctor came back and told me I was just fine.

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