Today I want to tell you about the worst experience of my life, the worst day, and maybe what makes it worse is that it wasn't just my experience. I had many years of therapy after what happened, which I'm going to tell you about. I spent a long time unable to talk about it, not even with my best friends. Luckily, therapy helped me a lot to process not only what happened to me that day, but also how I reacted to it.
My name is Samantha, but everyone calls me Sammy. I'm 54 years old, but this happened when I was 48, a long time ago, and my daughter Alicia was already 16. I was married for 12 years, but when this happened, I had already divorced my husband several years earlier. He had found a new partner and one day decided he didn't want to be with me anymore and left to live with her in Córdoba while we were still sorting out the divorce, leaving me alone with Alicia. I never knew for sure how long before the divorce he was cheating on me with this other woman, but if I had known it was at least several months.
I tried to take everything as well as possible and handle things as diplomatically as possible. I never really got angry about what he did. The truth is that by that time and after so many years of being married, we didn't love each other with the same passion as when we first met. It surprised me when it happened, yes, but part of me thought I was more annoyed by the surprise than the fact itself, until maybe that part of me was grateful for having everything explode and not me. I was still young, I thought, and if I wanted to, I could start over and find another relationship.
The thing is that it never happened. When the divorce was finalized, I couldn't get a boyfriend. Not even one night of sex. Nothing. I had installed Tinder on my phone but four years and a half had passed and I only managed two dates, which didn't lead to anything. I don't know if it's because the photos I uploaded were bad or ugly, or... The thing that scared men away from me was that I was a single mother, or so they thought. I never thought it was because of my physical appearance. It's not vanity, not at all, but I don't consider myself ugly either. I'm more petite. I'm 1.65 meters tall and slender. I don't go to the gym or anything like that, I don't have time, money, or motivation, but fortunately I eat well and never gained weight despite not exercising. I have red hair and I like being well-groomed and presentable all the time. I don't have big curves or those kinds of voluptuous forms, but I feel good about my body. With that said, I don't know what was going on with men or what they were expecting for my attempts to get a partner to fail so miserably. Even Alicia once told me to keep trying when she got older, but I just kept getting more resigned to the fact that it wasn't going to happen. Mentally, I had already closed myself off to finding any relationship and was focused on my work and raising her.
I think all those things converged in some way for everything to lead up to that horrible day I had. It was a Thursday and Alicia and I got up as usual, early. We had breakfast and got dressed. I worked from home that day, didn't have to go to the office, so like every other day when that happened, I decided to take advantage of it by accompanying Alicia to school, leaving her there, doing some errands and small purchases around the neighborhood and going back home to work alone and quietly until she came back from school.
I remember leaving her at school at 8 am, staying for a bit to chat with other mothers, then going back to get some cash from an ATM, paying a couple of bills at a Pago Fácil, buying some fruits and vegetables I needed and heading back home.
One always says, and one is always told, that you have to be alert all the time. But honestly, I wasn't. I was carrying around... bags with one hand, looking at my cell phone and responding to messages while walking back home and really distracted. I understand that if it had been nighttime by then, I would have paid more attention, but never imagined something like this would happen to me at 9:30 in the morning.
Distracted, I arrived at our building's door and put the key in to open it. It all happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react to anything. I saw some way through the reflection on the glass that a large shadow had appeared behind me and didn't have time to process anything when I felt an enormous weight on my back, someone was pressing me against the door very hard and at the same time a prickling sensation, something sharp or filiform was being pressed into my back at the level of my kidneys.
I heard the deep voice of a guy above my head and froze, Shut up and don't scream', did you understand?, he said and started to ease off the pressure, If you scream' I'll cut it all off, daughter of slut... give me your phone and wallet...
I didn't know what to do or had no time to react and do what he was telling me when he slapped my cell phone out of my hand and waited for me to find my wallet in my purse, I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you, don't hurt me..., I managed to say. I handed him the wallet without looking and he snatched it, putting everything into a pocket. I saw through the reflection on the glass that the guy stood there for a few brief seconds in silence, as if looking back to see if someone was coming or watching. Suddenly he said something that left me frozen.
Open the door, give... let's go inside... shut up eh...., he whispered and pressed the knife or whatever it was against my back harder.
No... stop..., I stammered from nerves, but he interrupted with a strong push and I felt a prickling sensation in my back that almost made me scream. He hadn't stabbed me, but I was sure the point had cut my skin.
Give your mom's pussy or I swear... that I'll kill you right here... open the door and let's go inside... With my nerves flying and my heart racing, I opened the door and the guy pushed me into the entrance hall, quickly closing it behind him. He grabbed my hair and with his other hand kept pressing the point of the knife into my back very hard. Let's go to your house, tell me... is there your boyfriend or husband? Who's there? Like a fool, I was so nervous that I didn't know what to say, maybe I didn't want to risk saying anything that would make him realize it was a lie and get worse and do something to me. No... no one... Okay, let's go to your house now... be quiet, don't scream, don't pretend you're alive and send someone from the neighbor's... I'll cut off every daughter of a slut if you do that..., he growled low down while taking me to the elevator. No... calm down... calm down... don't do anything... please..., I replied quietly too. In the mirrors of the elevator as we went up to my apartment, I could see him well. He looked like one of those rough guys you always saw around the neighborhood rummaging through a trash can or whatever. He was tall and when I saw him clearly, I thought less bad that I hadn't thought of resisting or anything. With me being so small and this guy being so mean, there was nothing I could do. Maybe if I just happened to run into the porter or some neighbor... maybe I'd say something and we'd do something together, but alone I would always lose. But I didn't run into anyone, unfortunately. It was early in the morning and the neighbors who worked were at work, and the retirees living there were in their apartments. With my heart in my mouth, we finally arrived at the door to my apartment, opened it, and he pushed me inside again, closing the door behind him. He asked for the keys and I gave them to him. Without turning around, I heard the door lock. He pulled me by the hair into the living room and seemed to make sure... the department to stay quiet that there was no one and that I hadn't lied.
Are you going to shut up?, he asked from behind.
Yes... yes, quiet..., I said trying to hide my nerves.
Okay... you start screaming or making a racket... first I'll beat you up good... then I'll rape and kill you, did I lie?
I won't do anything! Please stay calm..., I begged.
I felt him grab my hair and pull me out by the back of my neck, finally. There we were in the middle of the living room, and I turned around to see what he wanted, and already saw that he was looking at me with a bit of hunger. A warning bell went off in my head telling me this wasn't going to end well for me and I wouldn't be taking anything from upstairs. Already he had taken out my phone and wallet, but I still had some things left to take.
I could see what he was holding in his hand, it was a kitchen knife, Tramontina type, not letting go of it when he talked to me.
Do you live alone?, he asked.
No, with my daughter, but she's not..., I said without lying. I had already seen Alicia's room and her things, thought that if I lied it would be worse.
Where is she? When does she come back?
In school... comes later...
When did you tell me?, he growled.
At around two...,
He thought about what I said for a moment and looked at me, Bueno... let's go to the kitchen... make something to eat.
What?, I asked without understanding.
Make something tasty... come on... I'm hungry..., he said and grabbed my hair again, taking me into the kitchen.
No... no, I don't have... what do you want?, I asked.
Make something tasty... come on... I'm hungry..., he said and pushed me a little further into the kitchen while opening the fridge and starting to take one of the sodas we had.
I thought for a bit. With a full stomach, he would be less aggressive, so trying to control my nerves I said, while looking for a plate, Can I heat up some rice... Last night... and I'm making you a sandwich, want one? Okay..., he said, Calm down, eh? If not, you know.
I put the leftover rice from last night that my friend Alicia and I had to heat up in the microwave and started preparing a ham and cheese sandwich. Suddenly, I felt him come up behind me again while I was getting everything ready. I felt the tip of the knife this time on my neck and jumped, but soon he pressed it against me with his hips against the kitchen counter and leaned his bulk against my back. I was trying to stay calm and not say anything, but then I saw his free hand slide down my side and start feeling one of my breasts over my shirt. We stayed silent for a while like that as I finished making the sandwich and he squeezed one of my breasts.
Lovely boobs have a daughter of a slut..., he laughed, After eating, you'll show them off..., I felt him take his hand away and bring it to my butt, also grabbing me there, And your bum also looks good to me...
Stop... no... take what you want, but don't do anything..., I begged.
I'm going to make you do what I feel like doing, he said, And you'll like it...
I stayed there for a while as he groped and insulted me in silence, holding back everything. When the microwave beeped and we took our things to the living room table. He sat down to eat and made me sit next to him. I had made a lot of rice and the sandwich was quite heavy, but he ate very quickly, it seemed like he was really hungry.
When he finished eating, he stayed there for a while looking at me and enjoying his full belly. I sat in silence beside him, within reach of his knife, so I didn't dare do anything. Besides, where could I go? I had locked the department door and he had the key. I was at his mercy. All I wanted was to tell him that if everything was over with, to get me out of there as soon as possible.
What time is it?, he asked suddenly. Living, 'Las 11...', I said timidly. He laughed, 'Ah... we still have time... let's go take a shower, since I'm...' I looked at him seriously, not wanting to get into the shower with this guy, 'Shower if you want, but I won't.' He laughed again, 'I'll never leave you alone while I'm taking a shower... come on and join me.' We got up and he took me to the bathroom. He didn't grab my hair because he saw that I was going solo, without having to force me. I turned on the water for it to start heating up and saw him starting to undress. I wasn't undressing. No matter how silly it sounds, if I had to get into the shower dressed, I would do it. I didn't care about ruining my clothes and sneakers.
He was almost naked when he realized I was still dressed. 'What are you waiting for?', he asked, 'Either take off your clothes and join me or let me take them off and you'll have a worse time...' I protested quietly and started undressing while the guy looked at me with a smile. From anger and nerves, I didn't even think about staying in my slip and skirt because I knew he would tell me to take it off and it would get worse. Directly, I took everything off, that's what was going to happen and I couldn't avoid it.
He smiled when he finally saw me naked, 'You're so pretty, mom...', he said, 'Let's see if you like mine too...', finished and lowered his boxers, leaving him completely naked and showing me the cock he had. Not only did he show it to me but also grabbed it from the base and shook it a few times, rubbing it against my hip. It was bigger than I thought, and long. I have to admit that I looked at it for a few seconds. Those are things that one can't help, even in a crappy situation like this. I didn't say anything and got into the shower with the guy following me behind. while smiling and rubbing my ass under the shower. When I finished cleaning it, he told me that now it was my turn, so I turned around and started massaging him all over his body with soap-covered hands. He got behind me and started squeezing my breasts, pressing his cock against my back. Between my washing and his massaging, much to my regret, I already had a hard-on and he made me feel it on my back, while his rough hands enjoyed soaping me up and feeling my tits.
I wasn't saying anything. Until that moment, I didn't want to give him even a hint of consideration or encouragement, and I was careful not to make a sound so he wouldn't think something he was doing to me was enjoyable. The truth is, I have to admit, my body was betraying me a little bit. My mind wasn't. My mind was focused on this horrible situation I was in, but my body was another story. I don't know if it was from the nerves or because I had been away from men for so long, but my body was enjoying the massage of this son of a slut and it was making me feel it. Without being able to help it, under the water and under his soap-covered fingers, my nipples were getting hard and I felt the beginnings of how I was starting to get wet between my legs. The hard cock pressed against my back skin didn't help anything.
I didn't have much time to think about how I was going to control myself and hide what my body was feeling when, without stopping massaging my breasts, he got down and started licking my neck and ear, licking the whole area and giving me kisses, whispering things in my ear. Luckily, I was holding up well.
I was holding up well until I felt him bring his hand down and start rubbing my pussy slowly, rubbing my clitoris with his soap-covered fingers and sometimes sticking a finger between my vaginal lips. He smiled in my ear when he said
Immediately I told him that I was wet and not with the shower water. I couldn't help it. I would have loved to avoid it, but I couldn't. Alone, without him doing anything else, the sensation overwhelmed me and I let out a brief and soft moan, which I cut off almost biting my tongue. But he noticed and started to grope me harder, kissing and sucking my neck while his fingers explored between my legs deeper. Without wanting it like a reflex, I wanted to push my hips back towards him, away from those fingers, but all I did was press his ass against him. He took the hand that had been holding onto one of my breasts and moved it behind me, and I felt him exploring me between my buttocks. Suddenly he had both hands on me, in front and behind, his soapy fingers feeling and rubbing my vagina and anus at the same time. I wanted to protest again, but another little moan slipped out. I wished this would end already, but my body had other ideas and wanted to enjoy, as if it had a life of its own, from the touch of a man after so long. This villager's son was heating me up too much and I couldn't help it.
We stayed like that for a minute while he enjoyed my most intimate parts when suddenly I felt him growling in my ear. He turned me around and pushed my shoulders down, making me kneel in front of the shower. Suddenly I was face to face with his cock, which was already well-lubed and erect.
'Give me your cock...', he said directly from above. That's all he said.
I wanted this to end already. I thought that for good luck he had washed and soaped it well a little while before. I didn't want to imagine the dirt and taste it must have had from this villager. My mind was horrified, but my body thanked me when without much preamble I took it by the base and brought the tip to my mouth, putting my whole head inside and starting to suck it smoothly.
Se la I sucked the best I could, given the circumstances. My mouth only reached halfway up that hard and erect cock and when this wasn't enough for him, he took hold of my hair with both hands and started to gently pump his hips against mine, making me go deeper until I felt him pushing and scraping against my throat entrance. After a few thrusts, I'd pull out again so I could continue on my own rhythm, pleasing him. My head was working overtime trying to suppress all the sensations and ideas my body was bombarding me with. Right there, while I was sucking his hard cock in my own shower. Finally, after so long, I had a man's hard cock in my mouth... how yummy it was... what warmed me up hearing him moan with pleasure. How beautiful it would be to feel that thick and hard cock filling me up until the end... No time to keep trying to suppress sensations when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and held my head, making me lick and suck his balls, which were luckily already clean from washing. After a while, he put his cock back in my mouth and I kept sucking it. My mind was crying, but my body almost came. It was then that I heard him talking from above me, and he said something that made me shiver and luckily had control not to make it visible. 'What a good one, daughter of a slut... how am I going to fill your pussy with cum...' I couldn't help but let out a moan when I heard that, but I started sucking him faster and stronger. What my mind least wanted was for this villager to catch me and, worse, fill me up with his semen. If I was going to come, I'd rather it be in my mouth or on my face right there in the shower. Almost, almost, I was so close to making him cum and getting away with mine. I heard him moaning deeply while I sucked him with desire, and felt his cock hardening more in my mouth. I was about to... but then I felt him pull my hair and take it out of... The mouth. I'm not sure if he realized what I was doing or not, but he looked at me smiling and recovering a bit of his breathing.
He turned off the shower, we got out, and dried ourselves a little. But not much. While I was drying myself, he grabbed my arm and took me from the bathroom to the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed without saying anything and jumped on top of me. I tried to wriggle free but he was bigger and stronger, holding me down easily and burying his face in my neck and licking all over.
'Please... I... don't...', I begged.
'Shut up, you slut's daughter...', he whispered in my ear.
'Please...', I kept begging, 'Even if it is... put on a condom.... please...'
He laughed, 'What condom? Shut up... I'm going to fill your pussy well, beautiful...'
I tried to wriggle free and we struggled for a few seconds until suddenly he pressed my shoulder with one hand and slapped me in the face with the other, turning my head around and staying on top of me.
'You're going to stop being a slut who was born to you!', he said angrily, 'And besides, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be begging for it, you slut's daughter!'
I looked at him with a bit of fear as I felt the stinging pain from the slap on my cheek, 'P-para...'
'Do you want me to come in your mouth? Eh? Do you want that?', he shook his head, 'Stop being such a silly girl... okay?'
He didn't give me time to answer because with force he spread my legs and adjusted his body on top of mine. I closed my eyes and felt the tip of his cock searching between my legs, pressing and rubbing all over. I felt it just as hard and stiff as when I had left him for the last time in the shower. It didn't take long for him to find my vagina and he pressed it with his hips strong, pushing me all the way into his cock from below. I felt myself filling up and expanding, closed my eyes and let out a scream of pain and, I have to admit, a little pleasure. I tried to wriggle free from underneath... from him, but I didn't know why. I didn't have a way to win. He controlled me again and grabbed my hair with one hand, holding me tight while he started pumping his hips against mine.
Aaaahh... seeee... what good conchaaaa!!!, he laughed and closed his eyes. He also held me with his free hand and started violating me, speeding up the rhythm of his hips until he reached a point that pleased him and kept it there, hard and steady. I felt the cock's hardness entering and leaving my insides, and couldn't help but whimper softly from pain and pleasure, but soon noticed with a certain disgust that the pain was slowly disappearing from my mind and only pleasure remained. Pleasure that had no intention of showing this son of a slut or making him aware of it. But it was there. And I knew very well what my body was feeling, after so much time. Every time he pushed himself all the way in until his balls hit my ass, I felt myself sticking to it and the thrusts made my breasts bounce on my chest. My body didn't understand that this was a violation and that my mind didn't want it. My body was enjoying the cock of a man inside me, and all the pleasure alarms were lighting up in my head, in a sensation that overwhelmed me more and more and I couldn't show it. I always appreciate that the villager never thought to cover my mouth or try to suffocate me somehow, because despite the shame of admitting it, the fetish of being asphyxiated had always given me my strongest orgasms throughout my life, it was one of my things, and what I least wanted was to cum there, in that moment, in that situation, with this son of a slut. If he had covered my mouth, I don't know what would have happened to me.
He was enjoying filling me up and how my body was trembling beneath his. I moaned from the pleasure my vagina was giving him unwillingly and smiled at him, whispering things I didn't even hear. Suddenly I felt him tense up and hold me tighter, speeding up his thrusts and penetrating me more strongly and deeper. I couldn't help it and moaned too, trying desperately to keep my eyes closed, imagine other things and not start cumming with him, no matter how much my vagina and clitoris were begging for it at the top of their lungs. Suddenly I felt like he buried himself as deep as possible inside me and started moaning loudly from pleasure, feeling his cock tensing even more inside me and the sensation of his cum spreading throughout. 'Aaaahhh sssseee take... take you daughter of a slut... mmmm...', he smiled with closed eyes while giving me little pushes to let him deposit his semen a bit deeper inside my interior. I just closed my eyes and stayed there, trying to clear my mind. I didn't have much success but at least I didn't give him the pleasure of seeing me cum. I managed to control myself enough to stay there below him and camouflage my exclamations of pleasure as uncomfortable protests. Finally he pulled out and left me empty, while I started feeling his cum slowly dripping out towards the outside. I wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, at my age it was already very difficult for that to happen, but I didn't know what disease this guy could have. He could have anything. I started crying slowly, the pleasure of the fuck that had just finished soon dissolving and replaced by the sadness of having been used and brutally violated, and the gravity of the situation still existing with him there. All I wanted was for him to take whatever he wanted and leave my house. I stayed lying in bed while he went to the bathroom and brought his clothes back, dressing himself in my room while looking at me. 'Did you like it, daughter of a slut, eh?', he laughed while getting dressed. I didn't say anything. I didn't look at him., 'Tell me where you keep your money....' I wiped away a tear from my cheek and gestured without looking at him, 'There... second drawer... there's something left...' I heard him rummaging through the drawer, 'Is this all you have?', he asked I have it here. Bring the hotel., I said.
Well, after we're quiet, we'll go to the cash register and you'll give me everything else, okay? he said.
No... please... it's already over, what more do you want..., I said without looking up between tears.
I heard him laugh again and rummage through other drawers. Suddenly, I was startled by the sound of tearing fabric like a ripping noise. I sat up a bit to see and saw that he had grabbed a pair of my sheets from my drawer and was tearing them into shreds with his hands.
Stop! What are you doing? What do you want!, I said alarmed
He protested something I didn't quite catch, came at me again, grabbed me tightly by the hair and started hitting me. I felt pain as he lifted my head by the hair in the air and I anticipated that he was going to hit me again, but not. He closed his fist and gave me a strong punch on the face that shook my head and left me stunned for a few moments. Everything was spinning and the bones of my cheek where he hit me were screaming with pain. I felt him grabbing my arms and stretching them out, then my legs. I couldn't react to the dizziness and pain. I couldn't see what he was doing, but after a moment or so, I regained my bearings and saw that with the long pieces of torn sheet he had broken, he was tying my wrists with the heavy bedpost curtains. I tried to wriggle free and started kicking and pulling, but saw how he moved quickly and strongly held one ankle, then the other, and tied me with more torn sheet at the foot of the bed too. I wanted to move my joints and pull, but he had tied me so tightly that it was cutting off circulation and I could barely move.
From desperation, I started cursing him, but he came at me again and gave me another strong punch in the same place, leaving me stunned for a while again. I heard him leave my room and then heard him rummaging around everywhere, looking for something or other. He returned after a bit when I was... recovering from his last blow and he got on top of me. He had the knife back in his hand and pressed it hard against my cheek, next to my eye.
You're going to keep retorting and I'll cut you into little pieces here, daughter of a slut, listen up?, he growled, I'll cut you into little pieces right here, suck one egg....
I remained silent and looked at him with anger, between my tears. When he saw me, he started laughing, Not even started yet, mom... knows how many times I'm going to screw you.... Just starting, beautiful.
I saw him go back to the drawer and come back on top of me with a thick woolen sock from mine, from winter, in his hand. He squeezed it, made a ball out of it and forced me to open my mouth, burying the sock all the way to the bottom of my mouth, filling it completely. I felt the fabric scraping against the back of my throat and I was getting sick, and my mouth was so full of fabric that my jaw felt open and stretched without being able to move it much. I protested loudly and started shaking, trying to get free from the restraints but all I did was tire myself out. My bed was so heavy and I was so light in comparison that not even a slight movement or noise came from it. This time he let me struggle, so I could realize there was no way for me to be liberated. He was smiling. He didn't need to hit or threaten me anymore for me to shut up. I could only protest through my nose and it wasn't loud enough to get anyone's attention.
I saw him disappear and leave me there. I heard him rummaging around, going to the kitchen, opening the fridge, searching everywhere for something. I already had my phone, wallet, keys, and the little cash I had in the drawer. I already had everything.
He stayed like that for a time that seemed like 20 minutes, until he came back into the room and looked at me. He laughed again, got down his underwear and approached me, putting himself between my legs which were slightly apart due to the restraints. He kept looking at me, saying dirty things and laughing at my reactions while he was rubbing his cock again, putting it... another hard time.
It started violating me again, but this time through my ass. I don't want to tell because the only thing I received on that second occasion was a lot of pain. Pain that made me cry, with my mouth absolutely full of half. Luckily it didn't last long, it seems that my ass could satisfy him quickly or maybe he got hotter seeing me held like this and defenseless. He finished again inside, between his moans of pleasure, while I felt that hard cock opening me painfully and finally filling my intestines with his hot semen shots. I didn't enjoy it at all and it was one of the worst sensations for me. I didn't dislike anal sex normally, but this wasn't normal. This son of a slut was violating my ass and only sought his pleasure, which he obtained. Mine didn't matter and didn't exist.
After finishing and a while where I could calm down and start feeling like the pain between my buttocks very slowly, slowly, seemed to be calming down, suddenly we both looked towards the door because we heard noise of keys in the entrance.
The guy looked at me silently and I stretched my head to see the time. It was 1:50 PM. I looked at him with desperation and started growling with terror, but he only looked at me, came closer and showed me the knife again, right in front of my eye. He whispered very low, If you start screaming... you know'.... calm down, daughter of a slut, did you hear?
I was just looking at him with fury, breathing heavily through my nose, but silently, while horror images invaded my head. Those images only got worse when the two of us listened to what followed.
The door of the apartment opened, closed, and Alicia's voice Maaaa.... I'm here...
My name is Samantha, but everyone calls me Sammy. I'm 54 years old, but this happened when I was 48, a long time ago, and my daughter Alicia was already 16. I was married for 12 years, but when this happened, I had already divorced my husband several years earlier. He had found a new partner and one day decided he didn't want to be with me anymore and left to live with her in Córdoba while we were still sorting out the divorce, leaving me alone with Alicia. I never knew for sure how long before the divorce he was cheating on me with this other woman, but if I had known it was at least several months.
I tried to take everything as well as possible and handle things as diplomatically as possible. I never really got angry about what he did. The truth is that by that time and after so many years of being married, we didn't love each other with the same passion as when we first met. It surprised me when it happened, yes, but part of me thought I was more annoyed by the surprise than the fact itself, until maybe that part of me was grateful for having everything explode and not me. I was still young, I thought, and if I wanted to, I could start over and find another relationship.
The thing is that it never happened. When the divorce was finalized, I couldn't get a boyfriend. Not even one night of sex. Nothing. I had installed Tinder on my phone but four years and a half had passed and I only managed two dates, which didn't lead to anything. I don't know if it's because the photos I uploaded were bad or ugly, or... The thing that scared men away from me was that I was a single mother, or so they thought. I never thought it was because of my physical appearance. It's not vanity, not at all, but I don't consider myself ugly either. I'm more petite. I'm 1.65 meters tall and slender. I don't go to the gym or anything like that, I don't have time, money, or motivation, but fortunately I eat well and never gained weight despite not exercising. I have red hair and I like being well-groomed and presentable all the time. I don't have big curves or those kinds of voluptuous forms, but I feel good about my body. With that said, I don't know what was going on with men or what they were expecting for my attempts to get a partner to fail so miserably. Even Alicia once told me to keep trying when she got older, but I just kept getting more resigned to the fact that it wasn't going to happen. Mentally, I had already closed myself off to finding any relationship and was focused on my work and raising her.
I think all those things converged in some way for everything to lead up to that horrible day I had. It was a Thursday and Alicia and I got up as usual, early. We had breakfast and got dressed. I worked from home that day, didn't have to go to the office, so like every other day when that happened, I decided to take advantage of it by accompanying Alicia to school, leaving her there, doing some errands and small purchases around the neighborhood and going back home to work alone and quietly until she came back from school.
I remember leaving her at school at 8 am, staying for a bit to chat with other mothers, then going back to get some cash from an ATM, paying a couple of bills at a Pago Fácil, buying some fruits and vegetables I needed and heading back home.
One always says, and one is always told, that you have to be alert all the time. But honestly, I wasn't. I was carrying around... bags with one hand, looking at my cell phone and responding to messages while walking back home and really distracted. I understand that if it had been nighttime by then, I would have paid more attention, but never imagined something like this would happen to me at 9:30 in the morning.
Distracted, I arrived at our building's door and put the key in to open it. It all happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react to anything. I saw some way through the reflection on the glass that a large shadow had appeared behind me and didn't have time to process anything when I felt an enormous weight on my back, someone was pressing me against the door very hard and at the same time a prickling sensation, something sharp or filiform was being pressed into my back at the level of my kidneys.
I heard the deep voice of a guy above my head and froze, Shut up and don't scream', did you understand?, he said and started to ease off the pressure, If you scream' I'll cut it all off, daughter of slut... give me your phone and wallet...
I didn't know what to do or had no time to react and do what he was telling me when he slapped my cell phone out of my hand and waited for me to find my wallet in my purse, I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you, don't hurt me..., I managed to say. I handed him the wallet without looking and he snatched it, putting everything into a pocket. I saw through the reflection on the glass that the guy stood there for a few brief seconds in silence, as if looking back to see if someone was coming or watching. Suddenly he said something that left me frozen.
Open the door, give... let's go inside... shut up eh...., he whispered and pressed the knife or whatever it was against my back harder.
No... stop..., I stammered from nerves, but he interrupted with a strong push and I felt a prickling sensation in my back that almost made me scream. He hadn't stabbed me, but I was sure the point had cut my skin.
Give your mom's pussy or I swear... that I'll kill you right here... open the door and let's go inside... With my nerves flying and my heart racing, I opened the door and the guy pushed me into the entrance hall, quickly closing it behind him. He grabbed my hair and with his other hand kept pressing the point of the knife into my back very hard. Let's go to your house, tell me... is there your boyfriend or husband? Who's there? Like a fool, I was so nervous that I didn't know what to say, maybe I didn't want to risk saying anything that would make him realize it was a lie and get worse and do something to me. No... no one... Okay, let's go to your house now... be quiet, don't scream, don't pretend you're alive and send someone from the neighbor's... I'll cut off every daughter of a slut if you do that..., he growled low down while taking me to the elevator. No... calm down... calm down... don't do anything... please..., I replied quietly too. In the mirrors of the elevator as we went up to my apartment, I could see him well. He looked like one of those rough guys you always saw around the neighborhood rummaging through a trash can or whatever. He was tall and when I saw him clearly, I thought less bad that I hadn't thought of resisting or anything. With me being so small and this guy being so mean, there was nothing I could do. Maybe if I just happened to run into the porter or some neighbor... maybe I'd say something and we'd do something together, but alone I would always lose. But I didn't run into anyone, unfortunately. It was early in the morning and the neighbors who worked were at work, and the retirees living there were in their apartments. With my heart in my mouth, we finally arrived at the door to my apartment, opened it, and he pushed me inside again, closing the door behind him. He asked for the keys and I gave them to him. Without turning around, I heard the door lock. He pulled me by the hair into the living room and seemed to make sure... the department to stay quiet that there was no one and that I hadn't lied.
Are you going to shut up?, he asked from behind.
Yes... yes, quiet..., I said trying to hide my nerves.
Okay... you start screaming or making a racket... first I'll beat you up good... then I'll rape and kill you, did I lie?
I won't do anything! Please stay calm..., I begged.
I felt him grab my hair and pull me out by the back of my neck, finally. There we were in the middle of the living room, and I turned around to see what he wanted, and already saw that he was looking at me with a bit of hunger. A warning bell went off in my head telling me this wasn't going to end well for me and I wouldn't be taking anything from upstairs. Already he had taken out my phone and wallet, but I still had some things left to take.
I could see what he was holding in his hand, it was a kitchen knife, Tramontina type, not letting go of it when he talked to me.
Do you live alone?, he asked.
No, with my daughter, but she's not..., I said without lying. I had already seen Alicia's room and her things, thought that if I lied it would be worse.
Where is she? When does she come back?
In school... comes later...
When did you tell me?, he growled.
At around two...,
He thought about what I said for a moment and looked at me, Bueno... let's go to the kitchen... make something to eat.
What?, I asked without understanding.
Make something tasty... come on... I'm hungry..., he said and grabbed my hair again, taking me into the kitchen.
No... no, I don't have... what do you want?, I asked.
Make something tasty... come on... I'm hungry..., he said and pushed me a little further into the kitchen while opening the fridge and starting to take one of the sodas we had.
I thought for a bit. With a full stomach, he would be less aggressive, so trying to control my nerves I said, while looking for a plate, Can I heat up some rice... Last night... and I'm making you a sandwich, want one? Okay..., he said, Calm down, eh? If not, you know.
I put the leftover rice from last night that my friend Alicia and I had to heat up in the microwave and started preparing a ham and cheese sandwich. Suddenly, I felt him come up behind me again while I was getting everything ready. I felt the tip of the knife this time on my neck and jumped, but soon he pressed it against me with his hips against the kitchen counter and leaned his bulk against my back. I was trying to stay calm and not say anything, but then I saw his free hand slide down my side and start feeling one of my breasts over my shirt. We stayed silent for a while like that as I finished making the sandwich and he squeezed one of my breasts.
Lovely boobs have a daughter of a slut..., he laughed, After eating, you'll show them off..., I felt him take his hand away and bring it to my butt, also grabbing me there, And your bum also looks good to me...
Stop... no... take what you want, but don't do anything..., I begged.
I'm going to make you do what I feel like doing, he said, And you'll like it...
I stayed there for a while as he groped and insulted me in silence, holding back everything. When the microwave beeped and we took our things to the living room table. He sat down to eat and made me sit next to him. I had made a lot of rice and the sandwich was quite heavy, but he ate very quickly, it seemed like he was really hungry.
When he finished eating, he stayed there for a while looking at me and enjoying his full belly. I sat in silence beside him, within reach of his knife, so I didn't dare do anything. Besides, where could I go? I had locked the department door and he had the key. I was at his mercy. All I wanted was to tell him that if everything was over with, to get me out of there as soon as possible.
What time is it?, he asked suddenly. Living, 'Las 11...', I said timidly. He laughed, 'Ah... we still have time... let's go take a shower, since I'm...' I looked at him seriously, not wanting to get into the shower with this guy, 'Shower if you want, but I won't.' He laughed again, 'I'll never leave you alone while I'm taking a shower... come on and join me.' We got up and he took me to the bathroom. He didn't grab my hair because he saw that I was going solo, without having to force me. I turned on the water for it to start heating up and saw him starting to undress. I wasn't undressing. No matter how silly it sounds, if I had to get into the shower dressed, I would do it. I didn't care about ruining my clothes and sneakers.
He was almost naked when he realized I was still dressed. 'What are you waiting for?', he asked, 'Either take off your clothes and join me or let me take them off and you'll have a worse time...' I protested quietly and started undressing while the guy looked at me with a smile. From anger and nerves, I didn't even think about staying in my slip and skirt because I knew he would tell me to take it off and it would get worse. Directly, I took everything off, that's what was going to happen and I couldn't avoid it.
He smiled when he finally saw me naked, 'You're so pretty, mom...', he said, 'Let's see if you like mine too...', finished and lowered his boxers, leaving him completely naked and showing me the cock he had. Not only did he show it to me but also grabbed it from the base and shook it a few times, rubbing it against my hip. It was bigger than I thought, and long. I have to admit that I looked at it for a few seconds. Those are things that one can't help, even in a crappy situation like this. I didn't say anything and got into the shower with the guy following me behind. while smiling and rubbing my ass under the shower. When I finished cleaning it, he told me that now it was my turn, so I turned around and started massaging him all over his body with soap-covered hands. He got behind me and started squeezing my breasts, pressing his cock against my back. Between my washing and his massaging, much to my regret, I already had a hard-on and he made me feel it on my back, while his rough hands enjoyed soaping me up and feeling my tits.
I wasn't saying anything. Until that moment, I didn't want to give him even a hint of consideration or encouragement, and I was careful not to make a sound so he wouldn't think something he was doing to me was enjoyable. The truth is, I have to admit, my body was betraying me a little bit. My mind wasn't. My mind was focused on this horrible situation I was in, but my body was another story. I don't know if it was from the nerves or because I had been away from men for so long, but my body was enjoying the massage of this son of a slut and it was making me feel it. Without being able to help it, under the water and under his soap-covered fingers, my nipples were getting hard and I felt the beginnings of how I was starting to get wet between my legs. The hard cock pressed against my back skin didn't help anything.
I didn't have much time to think about how I was going to control myself and hide what my body was feeling when, without stopping massaging my breasts, he got down and started licking my neck and ear, licking the whole area and giving me kisses, whispering things in my ear. Luckily, I was holding up well.
I was holding up well until I felt him bring his hand down and start rubbing my pussy slowly, rubbing my clitoris with his soap-covered fingers and sometimes sticking a finger between my vaginal lips. He smiled in my ear when he said
Immediately I told him that I was wet and not with the shower water. I couldn't help it. I would have loved to avoid it, but I couldn't. Alone, without him doing anything else, the sensation overwhelmed me and I let out a brief and soft moan, which I cut off almost biting my tongue. But he noticed and started to grope me harder, kissing and sucking my neck while his fingers explored between my legs deeper. Without wanting it like a reflex, I wanted to push my hips back towards him, away from those fingers, but all I did was press his ass against him. He took the hand that had been holding onto one of my breasts and moved it behind me, and I felt him exploring me between my buttocks. Suddenly he had both hands on me, in front and behind, his soapy fingers feeling and rubbing my vagina and anus at the same time. I wanted to protest again, but another little moan slipped out. I wished this would end already, but my body had other ideas and wanted to enjoy, as if it had a life of its own, from the touch of a man after so long. This villager's son was heating me up too much and I couldn't help it.
We stayed like that for a minute while he enjoyed my most intimate parts when suddenly I felt him growling in my ear. He turned me around and pushed my shoulders down, making me kneel in front of the shower. Suddenly I was face to face with his cock, which was already well-lubed and erect.
'Give me your cock...', he said directly from above. That's all he said.
I wanted this to end already. I thought that for good luck he had washed and soaped it well a little while before. I didn't want to imagine the dirt and taste it must have had from this villager. My mind was horrified, but my body thanked me when without much preamble I took it by the base and brought the tip to my mouth, putting my whole head inside and starting to suck it smoothly.
Se la I sucked the best I could, given the circumstances. My mouth only reached halfway up that hard and erect cock and when this wasn't enough for him, he took hold of my hair with both hands and started to gently pump his hips against mine, making me go deeper until I felt him pushing and scraping against my throat entrance. After a few thrusts, I'd pull out again so I could continue on my own rhythm, pleasing him. My head was working overtime trying to suppress all the sensations and ideas my body was bombarding me with. Right there, while I was sucking his hard cock in my own shower. Finally, after so long, I had a man's hard cock in my mouth... how yummy it was... what warmed me up hearing him moan with pleasure. How beautiful it would be to feel that thick and hard cock filling me up until the end... No time to keep trying to suppress sensations when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and held my head, making me lick and suck his balls, which were luckily already clean from washing. After a while, he put his cock back in my mouth and I kept sucking it. My mind was crying, but my body almost came. It was then that I heard him talking from above me, and he said something that made me shiver and luckily had control not to make it visible. 'What a good one, daughter of a slut... how am I going to fill your pussy with cum...' I couldn't help but let out a moan when I heard that, but I started sucking him faster and stronger. What my mind least wanted was for this villager to catch me and, worse, fill me up with his semen. If I was going to come, I'd rather it be in my mouth or on my face right there in the shower. Almost, almost, I was so close to making him cum and getting away with mine. I heard him moaning deeply while I sucked him with desire, and felt his cock hardening more in my mouth. I was about to... but then I felt him pull my hair and take it out of... The mouth. I'm not sure if he realized what I was doing or not, but he looked at me smiling and recovering a bit of his breathing.
He turned off the shower, we got out, and dried ourselves a little. But not much. While I was drying myself, he grabbed my arm and took me from the bathroom to the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed without saying anything and jumped on top of me. I tried to wriggle free but he was bigger and stronger, holding me down easily and burying his face in my neck and licking all over.
'Please... I... don't...', I begged.
'Shut up, you slut's daughter...', he whispered in my ear.
'Please...', I kept begging, 'Even if it is... put on a condom.... please...'
He laughed, 'What condom? Shut up... I'm going to fill your pussy well, beautiful...'
I tried to wriggle free and we struggled for a few seconds until suddenly he pressed my shoulder with one hand and slapped me in the face with the other, turning my head around and staying on top of me.
'You're going to stop being a slut who was born to you!', he said angrily, 'And besides, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be begging for it, you slut's daughter!'
I looked at him with a bit of fear as I felt the stinging pain from the slap on my cheek, 'P-para...'
'Do you want me to come in your mouth? Eh? Do you want that?', he shook his head, 'Stop being such a silly girl... okay?'
He didn't give me time to answer because with force he spread my legs and adjusted his body on top of mine. I closed my eyes and felt the tip of his cock searching between my legs, pressing and rubbing all over. I felt it just as hard and stiff as when I had left him for the last time in the shower. It didn't take long for him to find my vagina and he pressed it with his hips strong, pushing me all the way into his cock from below. I felt myself filling up and expanding, closed my eyes and let out a scream of pain and, I have to admit, a little pleasure. I tried to wriggle free from underneath... from him, but I didn't know why. I didn't have a way to win. He controlled me again and grabbed my hair with one hand, holding me tight while he started pumping his hips against mine.
Aaaahh... seeee... what good conchaaaa!!!, he laughed and closed his eyes. He also held me with his free hand and started violating me, speeding up the rhythm of his hips until he reached a point that pleased him and kept it there, hard and steady. I felt the cock's hardness entering and leaving my insides, and couldn't help but whimper softly from pain and pleasure, but soon noticed with a certain disgust that the pain was slowly disappearing from my mind and only pleasure remained. Pleasure that had no intention of showing this son of a slut or making him aware of it. But it was there. And I knew very well what my body was feeling, after so much time. Every time he pushed himself all the way in until his balls hit my ass, I felt myself sticking to it and the thrusts made my breasts bounce on my chest. My body didn't understand that this was a violation and that my mind didn't want it. My body was enjoying the cock of a man inside me, and all the pleasure alarms were lighting up in my head, in a sensation that overwhelmed me more and more and I couldn't show it. I always appreciate that the villager never thought to cover my mouth or try to suffocate me somehow, because despite the shame of admitting it, the fetish of being asphyxiated had always given me my strongest orgasms throughout my life, it was one of my things, and what I least wanted was to cum there, in that moment, in that situation, with this son of a slut. If he had covered my mouth, I don't know what would have happened to me.
He was enjoying filling me up and how my body was trembling beneath his. I moaned from the pleasure my vagina was giving him unwillingly and smiled at him, whispering things I didn't even hear. Suddenly I felt him tense up and hold me tighter, speeding up his thrusts and penetrating me more strongly and deeper. I couldn't help it and moaned too, trying desperately to keep my eyes closed, imagine other things and not start cumming with him, no matter how much my vagina and clitoris were begging for it at the top of their lungs. Suddenly I felt like he buried himself as deep as possible inside me and started moaning loudly from pleasure, feeling his cock tensing even more inside me and the sensation of his cum spreading throughout. 'Aaaahhh sssseee take... take you daughter of a slut... mmmm...', he smiled with closed eyes while giving me little pushes to let him deposit his semen a bit deeper inside my interior. I just closed my eyes and stayed there, trying to clear my mind. I didn't have much success but at least I didn't give him the pleasure of seeing me cum. I managed to control myself enough to stay there below him and camouflage my exclamations of pleasure as uncomfortable protests. Finally he pulled out and left me empty, while I started feeling his cum slowly dripping out towards the outside. I wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, at my age it was already very difficult for that to happen, but I didn't know what disease this guy could have. He could have anything. I started crying slowly, the pleasure of the fuck that had just finished soon dissolving and replaced by the sadness of having been used and brutally violated, and the gravity of the situation still existing with him there. All I wanted was for him to take whatever he wanted and leave my house. I stayed lying in bed while he went to the bathroom and brought his clothes back, dressing himself in my room while looking at me. 'Did you like it, daughter of a slut, eh?', he laughed while getting dressed. I didn't say anything. I didn't look at him., 'Tell me where you keep your money....' I wiped away a tear from my cheek and gestured without looking at him, 'There... second drawer... there's something left...' I heard him rummaging through the drawer, 'Is this all you have?', he asked I have it here. Bring the hotel., I said.
Well, after we're quiet, we'll go to the cash register and you'll give me everything else, okay? he said.
No... please... it's already over, what more do you want..., I said without looking up between tears.
I heard him laugh again and rummage through other drawers. Suddenly, I was startled by the sound of tearing fabric like a ripping noise. I sat up a bit to see and saw that he had grabbed a pair of my sheets from my drawer and was tearing them into shreds with his hands.
Stop! What are you doing? What do you want!, I said alarmed
He protested something I didn't quite catch, came at me again, grabbed me tightly by the hair and started hitting me. I felt pain as he lifted my head by the hair in the air and I anticipated that he was going to hit me again, but not. He closed his fist and gave me a strong punch on the face that shook my head and left me stunned for a few moments. Everything was spinning and the bones of my cheek where he hit me were screaming with pain. I felt him grabbing my arms and stretching them out, then my legs. I couldn't react to the dizziness and pain. I couldn't see what he was doing, but after a moment or so, I regained my bearings and saw that with the long pieces of torn sheet he had broken, he was tying my wrists with the heavy bedpost curtains. I tried to wriggle free and started kicking and pulling, but saw how he moved quickly and strongly held one ankle, then the other, and tied me with more torn sheet at the foot of the bed too. I wanted to move my joints and pull, but he had tied me so tightly that it was cutting off circulation and I could barely move.
From desperation, I started cursing him, but he came at me again and gave me another strong punch in the same place, leaving me stunned for a while again. I heard him leave my room and then heard him rummaging around everywhere, looking for something or other. He returned after a bit when I was... recovering from his last blow and he got on top of me. He had the knife back in his hand and pressed it hard against my cheek, next to my eye.
You're going to keep retorting and I'll cut you into little pieces here, daughter of a slut, listen up?, he growled, I'll cut you into little pieces right here, suck one egg....
I remained silent and looked at him with anger, between my tears. When he saw me, he started laughing, Not even started yet, mom... knows how many times I'm going to screw you.... Just starting, beautiful.
I saw him go back to the drawer and come back on top of me with a thick woolen sock from mine, from winter, in his hand. He squeezed it, made a ball out of it and forced me to open my mouth, burying the sock all the way to the bottom of my mouth, filling it completely. I felt the fabric scraping against the back of my throat and I was getting sick, and my mouth was so full of fabric that my jaw felt open and stretched without being able to move it much. I protested loudly and started shaking, trying to get free from the restraints but all I did was tire myself out. My bed was so heavy and I was so light in comparison that not even a slight movement or noise came from it. This time he let me struggle, so I could realize there was no way for me to be liberated. He was smiling. He didn't need to hit or threaten me anymore for me to shut up. I could only protest through my nose and it wasn't loud enough to get anyone's attention.
I saw him disappear and leave me there. I heard him rummaging around, going to the kitchen, opening the fridge, searching everywhere for something. I already had my phone, wallet, keys, and the little cash I had in the drawer. I already had everything.
He stayed like that for a time that seemed like 20 minutes, until he came back into the room and looked at me. He laughed again, got down his underwear and approached me, putting himself between my legs which were slightly apart due to the restraints. He kept looking at me, saying dirty things and laughing at my reactions while he was rubbing his cock again, putting it... another hard time.
It started violating me again, but this time through my ass. I don't want to tell because the only thing I received on that second occasion was a lot of pain. Pain that made me cry, with my mouth absolutely full of half. Luckily it didn't last long, it seems that my ass could satisfy him quickly or maybe he got hotter seeing me held like this and defenseless. He finished again inside, between his moans of pleasure, while I felt that hard cock opening me painfully and finally filling my intestines with his hot semen shots. I didn't enjoy it at all and it was one of the worst sensations for me. I didn't dislike anal sex normally, but this wasn't normal. This son of a slut was violating my ass and only sought his pleasure, which he obtained. Mine didn't matter and didn't exist.
After finishing and a while where I could calm down and start feeling like the pain between my buttocks very slowly, slowly, seemed to be calming down, suddenly we both looked towards the door because we heard noise of keys in the entrance.The guy looked at me silently and I stretched my head to see the time. It was 1:50 PM. I looked at him with desperation and started growling with terror, but he only looked at me, came closer and showed me the knife again, right in front of my eye. He whispered very low, If you start screaming... you know'.... calm down, daughter of a slut, did you hear?
I was just looking at him with fury, breathing heavily through my nose, but silently, while horror images invaded my head. Those images only got worse when the two of us listened to what followed.
The door of the apartment opened, closed, and Alicia's voice Maaaa.... I'm here...
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