I then felt something push between my butt cheeks. “Noooooooooo stoppppp,” I yelled. But he didn’t and I felt something move up and down my crack till it found the entry to my butt. “No please,” I begged and I was stunned when I felt his hand hit me on the side of my head as I felt his cock push into my butt. “Noooooooo,” I cried but just felt him push down on me harder trying to work it deeper inside me. “Shut up slut,” he yelled back at me and forced his cock further into my bottom. I couldn’t believe this was happening and how rough he was, the side of my head ached where he hit me. The places he hit me on the butt and thighs still burned and my cheek still ached from his slaps. I was growing more afraid and for the first time ever felt like I was being forced to do this. His cock continued to thrust in and out of me over and over. He was rougher then anything I could have imagined. As he was moving inside me I felt him hit me on my right hip with his right hand. The hit felt so hard, it made me jerk and he did it again 3 times. Finally I felt him pull out and stand up.
As he did I slid down the bed on the floor and started to move to the side crawling away. Then I felt the worse pain I have ever felt as he kicked me in the side. He kicked me so hard it made me roll over until I hit the dresser. I grabbed my side and was crying when I felt him come and grab my hair and lift me up until he was able to also grab an arm. “Where are you going slut,” he yelled and pulled me back towards the bed. “NOOO,” I cried as he pulled me back there my side aching and I could hardly breathe. He threw me on my back on the bed and swung to slap my face. As he did I tried to turn away from it and instead he slapped me right on the eye and I felt the world spin. I grabbed my face but he didn’t seem fazed at all as I felt him grab a hold of my ankle and pull me down towards the end of the bed. I kicked at him as hard as I could with my other ankle and I was stunned as I felt his fist hit me inside that leg on my thigh. I felt my body slide to the end of the bed and I screamed as loud as I could scream. I felt him gripping both my legs just below my knees and I felt his hips push into me as he tried to penetrate me. I was sobbing hard and I screamed “NOOOOOO” as loud as I could but he didn’t care and I felt his cock push into my sex. I was screaming and crying until I felt his other hand slap the other side of my face and I thought for a moment it broke my jaw. I suddenly tasted a metal taste and I felt my bottom lip puff up and I choked back my crying as I didn’t want hit anymore.
I then felt his hands grab me at the waist and I felt his hips push into me as hard as I think he could. It felt like he thrust a club into my sex and I felt my whole stomach cramp. I stopped fighting because I was scared he’d hurt me even more and I was still having trouble breathing. I was horrified when I felt his mouth suck on my left breast as I felt him still thrusting inside me. I pushed my hands into his shoulders as I felt him suck so hard on my breast and I then felt his teeth bite into my skin. I swore I heard him growl and he kept sucking and biting on the same place on my breast. It hurt and burned deep into my boob. I felt myself crying again as he sucked and bit and kept moving inside me.
I tried so hard to push him away but that only seemed to make my boob hurt more so I quit pushing. His growling grew faster and his hips moved faster and finally I had a little hope as I felt him begin to cum inside me and he pulled his mouth off my breast. He thrust several more times before he finally got up and off me and pulled out. “You are a good fuck slut,” he said and put his cock back in his pants. He picked up his ball cap and I finally saw what looked like a bamboo rod and I think that’s what he spanked me with. He walked by the bed one more time and I tucked my legs into my chest and was glad when all he did was throw money on me. He then walked out of the bedroom and then out of the door to the room and I knew it was over. I laid there crying and shaking and wanted to die. My body hurt more places then I knew I could hurt and I cried and felt my side ache from it.
I stayed there for a long time, I can not say how long. It took me a long time to remember what day it was and that it was Friday. I didn’t know how I would go anywhere as I hurt so much and felt so dirty. I just lay there and cried for a long time. Some time after 8 PM I managed to get up and I looked for my clothes. I slowly dressed as my whole body hurt and it hurt just to move and to breathe. While dressing I spotted the money he threw at me and on the floor was laying a $20 bill. I was disgusted with myself as I had no way to get home or anywhere else as everyone I knew was at the game so I had no choice but to pick up the money so I could take a taxi. I hated him for what that made me but I knew I had less then $5 in my purse. After dressing and making sure I had everything of mine I rode the elevator down to the first floor and as quickly as I could found my way out to the dark. I saw a taxi sitting there and got in the back and was stunned by the question the driver asked me, “Where to?” I had to think about it for a few minutes as I was scared to go home so I sat there quietly for a few minutes. Finally I made up my mind and gave him an address and we rode off into the dark.
I think I was there almost two hours in the dark when I saw someone walking towards me. Then I heard Elizabeth’s voice say angrily, “What do you want Tori?” But the tone in her voice changed as she got closer and she said, “Oh my God what happened to you,” and she came over to where I was sitting on her porch and sat down carefully next to me. “Come on,” she said pulling me to my feet and opened the front door and hurried us up to her room. As we were almost to the second floor she yelled downstairs, “I’m home,” and kept helping me up the steps to her room. She helped me to her bed and then turned on a lamp and went into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. “What the hell happened to you,” she asked again looking very concerned. She dabbed the washcloth at my lip and it got blood on it. She wiped my chin and looked me up and down more and said, “I’m going to get some ice, don’t move.” She didn’t need to tell me that as I didn’t want to move.
She came back upstairs with a big bowl of ice and she got a few more washcloths from the bathroom. She put some ice in another washcloth and put it to my eye. “Here hold this,” she said softly. “Tori, who did this,” she asked? I didn’t answer. I must have been breathing shallow because of the pain in my chest because Elizabeth asked me, “Are you okay, your breathing really weird?” I looked up at her trying to decide how to answer I decided just to nod to tell her I was okay. “Maybe I should take you to a hospital,” she suggested. “Nooo,” I shot back sternly, then softened, “Please don’t do that, just. . .help me.” She looked at me concerned and nodded saying softly, “Okay, where else does it hurt.” “Everywhere,” I replied.
I don’t think she knew where else to try to help so she kept working on my lower lip and I could feel the swelling going down some and it seemed to stop bleeding. After she got my lip cleaned up pretty well she looked at me and said, “You have blood all over that blouse, let’s get you changed.” She found a button down shirt of her own and helped me take off my blouse. She scared me when she gasped and put her hands over her mouth. “Tori, we have to get you to a hospital,” she said starring at my side. I looked down and saw my side from my ribs down. There was a dark bruise there. I felt myself shaking and looked her in the eyes and said, “Please no, just help me okay? My mom can’t see me like this.” And I started to pull her blouse on around me, she reached and helped me so I wouldn’t have to strain. “Who did this to you Tori,” she asked again? I just sat quietly not answering glad she was helping me as she put more ice into a small towel and very slowly brought it to my ribs. “Tori, that looks really bad,” she added. I replied, “I’ll be okay,” and sat there quietly again. I lowered my elbow carefully and held the ice pack to my ribs. “Did Scott do this,” she asked? “NO,” I said back strongly. And again the room was silent. I took a moment and looked in her eyes and I was struck that she looked almost ready to cry. This time without her asking I said, “I’ll be okay, don’t worry.” She looked up and me and put on a worried smile.
We sat there in silence a while and after about 45 minutes I said out of nowhere, “I need to take a shower.” She looked at me almost seeming surprised to hear me speak. She got up and I think she was going to go run a bath but then she stopped. She looked at me very seriously, “Tori,” she let a long pause pass like she was choosing her words carefully, “you have to answer me honestly, okay. . . were you. . . raped?” I looked down the word cutting into my heart. I wanted to lie, I wanted to say I hadn’t and it be the truth but his face, his shoulders, his chest came rushing back into my mind. I sniffled and fought to hold back from crying and finally gave in and nodded, almost admitting it as much to myself as I was to Elizabeth. She took a long deep breath and said, “Tori, you can’t take a bath then, we need to take you to the hospital.” This time I replied much stronger and it hurt my ribs to do so but I let out a loud, “NO.”
She came back and sat down next to me again. She very carefully, very gently pulled my head to her shoulder. “I don’t understand, but I wont make you do what you don’t want to do.” And again we sat there together like that for a while. “I want to take a hot bath,” I said again softly, “I feel dirty.” She looked at me and starred at me and I could tell she was thinking about it hard. Finally she replied, “I’ll help you if you insist it’s what you want to do, but Tori, there is no going back.” I knew what she meant, but I still felt more gross, more humiliated, more dirty then I had in my whole life. “Help me! Okay,” I asked? She nodded and went into her private bathroom and I heard her run water.
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