#abused

Having a day-off, I was just sitting at home. Finally some rest. I already cleaned my apartment, and then I had time to read the magazines I always had to put aside. I was only wearing a short dress, comfortable, but still sexy. Not that I expected to see anyone.

Lying on the carpet, reading stupid articles, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to find my fairly new neighbour standing there.

„Um, I’m sorry to disturb you. I was wondering if you could lend me some eggs. My wife is away and I don’t have anything to make lunch.”

I smiled.

„Sure, I have some.” I left him there to go to the fridge. He followed me, closing the door behind him.

„How many do you need?”

„Would eight be too much?”

„No” I said and took out a box of eggs.

„Thank you” he said as he got the eggs, but he didn’t move.

„Anything else?” I asked.

„I couldn’t help overhearing the videos you usually watch.” He had an evil smile. I didn’t know what to say, maybe he didn’t meant what I thought he meant.

„I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said trying to look confident, but a little embarrassed.

„You love it when a man just takes what he wants. You want to be treated like a slut, don’t you? You get off on being abused.”

I didn’t know what to say. Would it have made sense to deny it?

„I don’t think it is any of your business,” I finally replied.

„Oh it is, when I can hear it everyday. But I think I can help you.”

He moved closer to me, pushing me against the wall.

„What do you want?” I asked trembling from fear and little from excitement.

„You are a slut, so you must be treated like one. Anytime. By anyone.” He was looking into my eyes. There was desire and determination in his look. „Get on your knees!” he ordered. I swallowed hard and slowly started to slide down, leaning against the wall behind me. I wasn’t sure I wanted this, but his voice was so firm that I just did it.

Finally on my knees on the hard floor I was facing his crotch. Nothing happened. He didn’t move, he didn’t talk. Was he expecting me to start something? To open his pants? I didn’t. After a minute or so I decided it was enough. I wanted to get up. He pushed me back.

„Look at the bulge in my pants. You want it, don’t you? But even if you don’t, you will get it.”

He put the eggs down onto a shelf. And I used that moment to stand up.

„Go back to your place” I said, „this is not what I want.”

He pushed against me.

„I don’t think you understand me. You will do this.”

He grabbed my dress and pulled it down my shoulders to free my naked breasts. The material tore. He put a hand around my throat and started enjoying my tits with the other. His hands were rough.

He could feel that I didn’t want to submit at all, but I didn’t do anything to stop him. I was just standing there as if it was normal to be violated like that.

„You know your place, don’t you?” he smiled. He spat into my face. He could see how disgusted that made me. „You know you are not worth more than that. You deserve this, slut.”

Still holding my neck, he forced his fingers into my mouth. He was gagging me with them. I tried not to show how bad it felt, but my eyes started watering. He started laughing.

„You think you can save your dignity, whore?” He slapped me and smeared my drool all over my face. Then still holding me in place, he opened his pants. He forced me back onto my knees. His cock was pointing at my face. He pushed it against my lips. I opened them and he pushed into my mouth, instantly starting to fuck my face. He wasn’t slow, he just took it as a hole. I did nothing to stop him. I was kneeling on the cold floor in my own home and let my neighbour abuse me. Was I enjoying it? His cock was making me gag, I was suffering. I hated it. And I still felt I had to take it. I didn’t push him away, I wasn’t trying to get out of it.

He pushed all the way in, pinning me to the wall and groaned.

„I knew you were just a slut. This is why you exist.”

He hadn’t fucked my face for too long, when I felt him throbbing and he loaded his sticky, salty cum into my mouth. Then he pulled out and stroked my face with his wet cock. Then he pulled me up by my hair.

„I was so right, such a filthy slut!” He spat into my face again, then he tossed me away. I fell against the kitchen door. He grabbed the eggs and left without another word.

I slid down onto the floor. I was a real mess. And I started rubbing my wet cunt.

Being abused by the one you love is the most painful shit…

you’ll never be able to forget it

To everyone asking if what they went through was ‘really’ trauma: it was. If you feel you were traumatised by it, then it was trauma. There’s nothing more to it than that.

You made me rape you, do you understand? You have a cunt, so you are guilty of being a whore, you should be grateful a real man fucks your filthy pussy.

Shut the fuck up so I can cum inside you already.

I’m here for all the people who have been abused in the past and now flinch when people move to fast and get scared when people talk to loud/shout and have become overall really jumpy especially when the people around them find out they are jumpy and then do it just to mess with them and think it’s funny when they get scared and when they jump and I’m here for the people who are too scared or polite or shy to ask people to STOP and it’s not funny and or explain that it’s because of trauma and it’s not something to do because it amuses you. I’m here for the people who have to go through it every day without fail. Itll be okay, I support you and I understand.

If you find someone who you are friends with or someone who you just passively know, and you find out they are jumpy/skittish, dont be an asshole and exploit it. Its not funny, it can be terrifying to them. Dont be rude. Dont scare them on purpose. It’s not hard to not be cruel.