Defeated

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic


This is a story of a young lady who was raped by someone she knew. I know the grammar and punctuation is not accurate. Please leave comments.


I was laying in bed, nothing on but a black sports bra, black short spandex, and a black thong. It had a little bow in the front with lace on the sides, over laying the fabric. It was hot that night. He opened the door. The hinges squeaking, protesting against the movement. The floor creaked beneath the weight of his feet. Each step moving closer to where I lay peacefully on the grey sheets. The bed shifted as he put his knee on the edge and and swung his other leg up, his weight now fully supported by the queen size bed. I felt his hands, running up my thighs. Warm and callused.  He began to tug at the elastic waistband of my shorts. I pushed him away, still half asleep, mumbling “no”. He let go for a second, but then continued. He lifted up my legs and slipped off my shorts. Then he went for my thong. Pulling at each side, inch by inch, wiggling it down over my bare bottom, down my thighs, passing my knees, and finally over my ankles. I rolled over to my right side, curled into a ball. He then reached his fingers under the band that went around me, right below my breasts. He tugged it up, revealing my breasts. He slipped it over my head, and I, being still sleepy, mumbled another “no”. I lay there now, naked in the dark room, curled in a ball on my right side. I feel heat come up behind me. A fiery warmth. I feel his skin against my back. I now realize he is naked too. He slides his hand over my side and grabs my left breast, squeezing so tightly. Now I am beginning to wake up. I hear him spit on his hand, and I start smelling smoke, realizing it must be his hand I smell close to my face still groping my breast. He grabs my bottom and spreads my cheeks. I feel the warmth and wetness of the saliva as he wipes it on my anus. He holds up my thigh with one hand and the other he uses to hold himself as he pushes his hard penis into my anus. Now I am awake. I scream in pain. I repeat over and over again, “no, no, no, no”. He doesn’t hear me. He starts thrusting. Each one hard and forcefully. The pain growing. He grabs my breast again. I pull away. His penis falling out of my anus, temporary relief. He grabs me and says one word “please”. I’m on my stomach now. Face buried deep into a pillow which reeks of smoke and sweat. He spreads my cheeks. Once again, I feel the hardness. My body resisting, but he finally breaks through. And starts thrusting again. My screams muffled by the pillow. I feel his sweat as it hits my left temple. Each thrust more forceful than the last. Until he finally slows down and a moan escapes his lips. He pulls out of me, but I know what he left in me. He pulls over a dirty comforter and tells me to sit on it so I don’t make a mess everywhere. I do as he says. Scared. Defeated. Broken. It hadn’t occurred to me that I had just been raped. I just wanted to sleep. I layed on my left side, curled in a ball on the comforter he had instructed me to lay on. Time passed and I had fallen asleep again. I’m awoken again by the familiar warmth and wetness of saliva being wiped over my anus. He smells of marijuana this time. I start screaming “ no” but my screams fall silent and turn into crying. I bury my face into a nearby pillow. I dig my nails into the pillow. Death gripping it. As if in someway it could relieve the pain. His hard penis pushes against my resisting body. Again I am defeated. He penetrates my anus once more. Thrusting. Harder and harder. As if not satisfied he pulls out. I am relieved. Maybe he finally heard me. He rolls me onto my back. His figure towering over mine. His hands on each side of my head. He leans down and tries to kiss me. His dry lips against mine. The scent and taste of marijuana now on my lips and tongue. He leans back and I hope that means he will leave. But instead he grabs my legs and pushes them upwards. My knees now by my shoulders. Feet straight up. Like a beetle  on his back who was defeated and claimed by the darkness of death. One hand holding my thigh. The other now moved to my throat choking me. Tears silently roll down my cheeks. He pushes against me. The weight of him against my folded body. He bites my sensitive nipples, leaving marks. He gropes my breasts and tries to kiss me again. I throw my head side to side resisting. He lets go of my throat and reaches down to pull on the tampon string hanging from my vaginal opening. Once the tampon is removed,he throws it in a nearby trash can. The worst is yet to come. This is it. I know I will be raped now. Once again I feel the tip of his hard penis find its way down. He pushes this time against my vaginal opening. I scream “no, no, no, no”. He doesn't hear me. My body resists. He tries again, but it slips away from the opening. His frustration grows. My body has resisted him this time. He wasn’t getting in my vagina. I thought it was over now. But i was mistaken. He pushed my legs up further. And i felt the tip again against my body. I knew where he was going now. He slipped into my anus for the fourth time this night. Thrusting. Moaning. I screamed until they turned into cries, pleads. Cries. Pleads. Begging. “Stop, please. I can’t take it anymore.” He responded,“ just a little bit longer, almost there.” He choked me again. I felt him slow down, then finally pull out of me. He had left his warm semen in my anus again...I started crying, “please don’t leave me” I don’t understand why. But I laid my head on his bare chest, bawling. “I’m sorry baby” he whispered and kissed me on my forehead. “I’m so sorry” He held me and rocked me back and forth. The pain still there. Broken. Pain. Defeated. Lost. I fell asleep on his chest. And woke up to him gone. Alone.


Submitted: December 12, 2017

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