imagining coming home after being raped - assaulted by a gang of men that'd passed me around and left me to walk home with shaky legs, tears down my eyes and ripped clothing
back to my boyfriend, who i collapsed in front of and broke down into tears - reciting through sobs what had happened before he helps me out of my clothes and helps me to shower and get to bed with him
when i feel something cold between my thighs, and point it out to him
he turns on the bedside lamp n pulls the covers down to see what it is - seeing white liquid coating my thighs, which sources from my pussy
it's... it's something we can get rid of, sweetheart he speaks soft words, not wanting to trigger memories of the attack by... well, pointing out i have the rapists' cum trickling from my pussy still. you trust me, right?
i nod my head, and im surprised when i feel vibrations over my clit - my sore and sensitive and abused private parts, touched and defiled early in the day, now subject to a vibrator my boyfriend holds to my clit
agh, i cant, i-it's still sore-!
this will help get rid of that coldness between your thighs... it'll help you feel better, yeah?
i trust him, and i do my best to relax into the vibe. and it's not soon before i can feel my orgasm approaching
and when i cum? my boyfriend pulls the vibrator back and watches as the liquid that spurts from my pussy isn't the normal clear colour, rather a mix of my cum and my rapist's - intermingling and dripping from my legs together like some not-quite-fully homogenous mixture
fuck, please - i cant do another-
the vibe is placed back against my clit, and this time my boyfriend doesnt try to validate it
your orgasm was only meant to be his to gain or to hold power over - seeing your cum mixed with another man's - even if it was a rapists - someone you didn't want cumming inside you...
i squirmed, i fidgeted and yet i trusted my boyfriend and let him rip another orgasm from me - writhing and contracting painfully as he watched the milky liquid run over my thighs once more
by the third orgasm, it's ridiculous
i raise myself onto my forearms and squirm out of my boyfriend's grasp - out of the reach of the vibrator.
and a gasp runs from my throat - shock - as i feel him tug my body back, getting himself up from the bed to lie his body over mine and pin me down with his knee blocking me from shifting any further - again, pressing the vibrator to my pussy - upping the setting and forcing noises of no longer just pleasure - but pain to run from my lips
im just helping you - you'll thank me for this
i begin losing track of orgasms - they blend into one another - just one long furious coil of heat and prolonged pain, until the pain in my head turns to haze and i find myself passed out. my boyfriend in full control of my body - milking the sperm out of my vagina until there's truly nothing left
then you stick your finger into my pussy - my unconscious hole still clenching around your finger in response to the breach, before you pull it out to inspect... and your heartrate slows, and you feel calm seeing nothing but your sweet girl's cum around your fingers. no forced cum in my pussy.
it makes you sleep easier, at least. even if it means that your girlfriend is shaking and can't look you in the eye for the rest of the next day.