Over the last few months I had been considering the idea of writing up the events of my rape that took place 8 years ago, but I was unsure if I should publish them or not. Most sex story web sites don’t like rape stories.
I’m well aware that most of the women who do get raped, will be raped again at some stage. Alas, this seems to be just how this goes. I knew that this would most likely include me as well, just something to put deep into the back of my mind.
I guess thinking and writing up my rape heightened the feelings and signals about rape that I must have been giving off.
Last weekend I went to the mall with a few friends to see a movie. The mall was packed and finding a car park was difficult, I found one next to big four-wheel-drive that encroached into the park I wanted to use, right in the back corner of the car park. There was not a lot of room for me and I had to go around the back of my car to get out. Then there was a narrow stairwell leading down to the next level and to the mall.
I caught up with my friends, who had managed to get much closer parks and went to see the movie. It was quite late by the time we came back out, and I headed to the toilet for a couple of minutes, before heading off back to my car.
I had just got to the top of the stairs when I saw a guy coming the other way, wanting to go down the stairs. I half turned with my back to the wall to help him go past, as there was very little room.
The guy also half-turned and I expected him to just brush past me and carry on his way.
He suddenly stopped right in front of me, turning directly to face me. Then he pushed me back against the wall, catching me in surprise. I gasped.
I felt his knees hard against mine and forcing my legs somewhat apart. I also felt his hand swing across my belly, pull up my dress. I knew then he intended to rape me.
Then his hand pushed down over my panties and in between my legs, His finger catching the side of my panties pulling them firmly across my pussy and to one side.
A moment later I felt his cock slip along my slit and then he turned it so it angled up. He gave a firm thrust and his cock slipped in against my entrance, squeezing in. A second thrust and his cock burst through to be inside me. I gasped and whimpered, but he thrust a couple more time, driving his cock fully into me.
He shifted position slightly then he began to pump his cock hard into me. I was just too stunned to react.
After about twelve or so hard thrusts, I felt his cock throb and spasm inside me. I felt the sudden spurt of cum going into me. He thrust a couple more times and few more spasms as he finished squirting his cum in my pussy.
His cock slipped out then he was turning and he disappearing down the stairs.
It had all taken less than a minute, and in that time, I had been raped again.
I carefully reached down and pulled my panties back in place. I slowly walked the last few steps to my car, unlocked it and got in. I could feel his cum beginning to ooze back out. On my way home, I did a double-check of my dates, my period had stopped just a few days earlier, so I didn’t have to worry about that. No, I had been expecting to be raped again, and now it had happened. Apart from his cum up my pussy, I was unharmed.
Was I going to report it, no, not worth the hassle.
Was I going to do anything more about it, no, well, yes. It made me made up my mind to publish my first rape account.
Once home I did a good clean up, my panties and the back of my dress were wet with cum, but otherwise, yeah, it had just happened, but just pissed me off that it had happened so fast.