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Rape: Her Worst Nightmare; Her Best Orgasm, by Jezebel Rose

I watched my parents gather up their suitcases as they bickered to each other. Finally they were leaving. I haven’t had any time to myself since I got back from college. Go figure both of my parents worked from home.

With a smile on my face, I spaced out and nodded as they went over a checklist of all the chores I needed to get done before they got back. Yeah right. Like I was going to do any of that. More like I was going to go straight to my bedroom and turn on some porn then go to town.

When I was a kid they removed the door on my bedroom so I couldn’t go off and do bad things that young girls like to do when they are young and horny. After I got back from college, the door was still off and I didn’t have the nerve to ask my dad to put it back on there. How embarrassing would that be? “Hey dad? Can you put the door back on my bedroom so I can get myself off with some privacy?”

No thanks. I’ll just wait till I have enough money to get out of this place. It wouldn’t be much longer.

“Alright hunny, we are leaving,” my dad says as he kisses me on the forehead and picks up his bag. Mother does the same. Always the sappy kiss on the forehead. Whatever.

I watched them step outside and close the door.

As soon as the front door shut, I quickly ran up the stairs to my bedroom.

Finally my parents are gone! I can have some peace and quiet.

I jumped backwards onto my bed and grabbed the little pink dildo hiding under my pillow. Smiling to myself, I closed my eyes and thought of my boyfriend Jack.

Cool breezes flew through the window and ran over my bare chest as I clicked on my toy and slid it up over my panties.

My other hand ran up my chest and massaged my breasts as I thought about Jack’s large cock deep inside me.

Even though we haven’t had sex yet, I still fantasized about it all the time. He was the epitome of sexy in my book. The perfect guy. He had to have a huge cock from the look of the bulge in his pants all the time… and don’t even get me started about that ass. Damn.

I slowly slide the vibrator inside my pussy as my back arched in pleasure. Tiny black dots appeared in my vision as the world around me seemed to slow as I approached an intense orgasm.

Finally release.

Curling my toes I felt the intense buildup suddenly explode within my body just as I heard a loud crash come from downstairs.

What the hell! My parents are gone for the weekend. I should be alone.

I should have just called the cops. I didn’t.

Taking matters into my own hands, I slid my skirt back on and placed the vibe on my bedside table.

I peeked around the corner from the bedroom and listened intently. It was quiet.

The only sound I heard was faint church bells ringing in the distance. It is Easter after all.

Picking up my brother’s wooden baseball bat, I headed down the stairs and to the basement door. Slowly opening the door to the basement I stopped and listened again. Still complete silence.

Maybe the sound was all in my head? It is possible I suppose.

I crept down the stairs and turned around the corner.

The light flickered, casting long dark shadows into the depths of the basement. My eye caught movement.

Something was down there, and that something was big.

I stood there, peering around the corner as I heard another noise. It sounded like something falling to the floor and breaking open. Similar to how an egg would sound if it was dropped to the floor in the kitchen.

“Hello?” I called out into the darkness.

No reply.

I felt a chill run up my spine as I gripped my bat tighter.

Normally I wouldn’t be such a pussy, but today felt different. Something wasn’t right here.

Stepping around the corner and staring in the direction of the movement I crept closer.

Whoever was there, I was going to beat the shit out of them. No way was anyone or anything going to fuck up my Easter holiday. No way in hell was I going to be sitting in a police station giving statements. I deserved this weekend and nobody was going to take that away from me.

“Whoever is there, get the fuck out!” I yelled.

My hand trembled as I held the bat up over my shoulder in preparation for beating the shit out of whatever was back in that dark corner.

Thump thump thump

I heard something fly across the floor to the other side of the basement.

My eyes barely tracked the movement as it flew so quickly. The cool damp air of the room rose chills on my arms as I turned and looked to where the person or thing went.

Another dark corner.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I sung to myself under my breath as I moved towards the dark corner.

Without hesitation, I jumped into the shadows and swung my bat as hard as I could.

I hit nothing.

But something hit me and threw me onto my stomach.

I felt something jackhammering me from behind with lightning fast speed.

It hit my panties several times, then a hole formed and within seconds the man had penetrated me.

The warm sensation of a thick shaft entering my pussy grew suddenly very pleasurable as I laid there on the ground in my basement moaning loudly.

Whatever this thing was, I was suddenly more than alright with it.

I still couldn’t see the man, but it felt human.

My head turned towards another sound similar to the one I heard earlier. It was another egg. The egg fell from a basket held up near my head.

What the fuck is going on here?!

The basket swung back and forth as the man railed into me over and over. My pussy tightened as I felt myself dripping juices onto the floor.

My breathing quickened as I watched the large man’s feet pound on the ground to my left and right. I was actually enjoying this. As odd as it all was, I kind of liked it.

Does that make me a really fucked up person? If so – I didn’t care. I went with it. I was going to have a damned good Easter weekend after all.

The man flipped me over onto my back.

Finally I got a decent look at the man from a small ray of light pouring in through the basement window.

Sure enough – it was the Easter Man.

It was a man, just like I told my kids. Oddly enough, he was extremely attractive. He had a basket full of eggs… the whole thing looked like something out of a damned fairy tale. Something fake. Something not real. Something… mythical. But alas, it was real – and he wanted me.

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