Intruder rape

Living home alone was my choice of lifestyle, until I encountered an intruder

I was not a pretty girl growing up, and as such I was still a total virgin when I turned 20. I had scruffy brown hair, modest build, a bit of a curvy figure, along with size 14 A breasts. I was a loner kind of gal, keeping much to myself. Most of my so-called friends were online, and scattered across the globe, with only a couple actually living nearby, whom I would actually catch up with about once every three months or so.

I worked in a factory making electrical equipment, a mostly boring task but one that suited me and my lifestyle. An inheritance from my uncle helped me get into a small cottage on the outskirts of town. I was happy enough going about my own business, and just keeping to myself.

It was a warm summer evening, the stars just beginning to shine as I made my way back inside. Then out of the blue, a guy stood in front of me, grabbing me. I freaked and froze. Pulled through the back of my cottage, he took me to my room. His hands took a firm grip of my dress, and he pulled hard and popped off all my buttons down the front, revealing my bra and briefs.

Deep fear and dread kept me frozen in place, my dress pulled back and off down my arms, then my bra catch released and my bra pulled off as well. Then as I was forced backward onto my bed, I began to panic. This was not right. The horrific truth rose up and overwhelmed me, I was going to be raped.

“No, please no, please.” I begged.

“Quite bitch!” He hissed at me.

Smack!

“Ahhhh!” I wailed as he slapped my face, not hard, but just for a moment it stung.

I cringed, squirmed, and whimpered as he groped, squeezed, and sucked on my tits. I was trapped under him, unable to move or to try to escape. Then my panties were ripped off me as he forced my legs apart. I trembled and cried in deep fear.

He raised his hips, angled his cock into and against my pussy, then slammed his cock in very hard.

A horrific burning agony filled my belly, I was torn open and his cock intruded deep inside me. I squealed as I saw flashing lights and felt dizzy and sick, the pain was so intense.

“Ohh yeah, virgin.” He chortled, “Yeah, but not anymore.”

I cried and cried and cried as he started to roughly pump his cock inside me.

A couple of minutes later he began to get excited and seemed to tense up, then with a loud grunt, he thrust in very hard. Deep inside me I felt a number of strange, warm, rushing sensations while his cock quivered within me.

“There we go, a nice little something for you to remember me by.” He laughed.

He rolled away from me, then he was up and gone. I was alone again. I felt sick, I crawled to the bathroom, then threw up. I then showered in the vague hope it would make me feel a little better. I was still quite a mess, and the extra mess between my legs did not help either.

I tried to text one of my local friends, but just got an untimely reminder that I was out of credit. I swore. I then went on line, but nobody close was there, and I had now fluffed about for some time, I began to have doubts about what I should tell them. Maybe in the morning it might be better.

I spent the next few weeks trying to put the rape out of my mind, and for the most part I did better then I thought I could. Life was almost back to normal. I thought it better not to tell, not to make any fuss or bother.

About a month later I had a brief period of time where I was feeling odd light cramps and I felt a bit sick when I woke up, but once up, those feelings quickly disappeared. Overall, apart from ongoing nightmares, I was doing well following the rape. The nightmares also then began to fade.

As autumn began to slip into early winter, I spent a day swapping over my wardrobe to more warmer clothing. But as I tried on my last year’s winter clothes, I began to find most were a bit tight and not fitting too well. Chopping and changing, I started to pile up quite a few bits of clothing that no longer fitted. Damn, I didn’t think I had put on that much weight over summer.

It was late in the afternoon after sorting out most of my clothes, when I went to the bathroom in just my bra and panties. As I washed my hands in the basin, I noticed that my bra was tight and my tits were beginning to spill out of my bra. This I thought to be quite odd. After drying my hands, I stood in front of the small mirror, and then turned from side to side. Yes, my tits were bigger, and then I looked at the rest of my body. The bit of a bulgy belly I usually had, was now quite a noticeable bulge.

I stared at the bulge for a few seconds, my mind trying to find comprehension of what was going on, Hells teeth, if anyone saw that bulge like that, they might think that I was preg…

“OH FUCK!”. I exclaimed.

“NOO,” I wailed as I shot out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I lay on my bed, and for the first time in a few years I gave my body a full self exam.

I was pregnant, the rapist had got me pregnant. I just didn’t want to believe it. No, not from my first time, that should not happen. A woman’s body should close up to prevent pregnancy in a rape. I felt totally bewildered and upset. It would be totally unfair if he had gotten me pregnant.

I phoned work the next morning to tell them I was feeling unwell, then raged and stormed and panicked for most of the day. I was totally at a loss of what to do. After another couple of days of panicking, I still had not figured out what I should do. Then an early winter storm arrived, so I stayed home as the wild weather raged about.

I finally realized I needed to get a test to show one way or another that I really was pregnant. Getting the test was more troublesome than I wanted. I was scared, and feeling ashamed and humiliated when I tried to get the test, worried about what people would think. Eventually I discovered I could get a test at the local supermarket.

Reading the instructions late that night I found out it would be ‘a first thing in the morning’ test. As I lay in bed that night I could have sworn my belly had become much bigger in the last few days. I also thought back to when the rape actual happened, realizing it had been over four months since the unwelcomed intrusion.

I woke early the next morning desperate for a pee, and then recalled it was the best time of day to take the test. In the bathroom, I followed the instructions, then set the test aside, then went to make myself a hot drink. Returning, I took a deep breath and inspected the test, it was a clear positive.

I cried again, then I started to understand this was more than I really could cope with by myself, I needed to visit my doctor, then get options of what to do. Two days later I arrived at my doctor’s clinic.

It was confirmed that I was pregnant, and from the exam and the dates I could give them. I was informed that I was almost twenty weeks pregnant, I found that odd as it was almost eighteen weeks since my encounter. It was explained the timing was taken from the first day of my cycle, not the date of impregnation. The bad news was that it was now just a few days too late for me to get a termination. I was going to have to have a baby.

Over the next few weeks I had a number of tests, and a pregnancy scan, I saw that I was going to have a baby girl. My belly grew as did my tits, I needed new outfits and bras.

Five, six months pregnant and there was no hiding it at all anymore, my belly grew and began to get heavy, my tits began to leak and felt quite tender and swollen. I managed to keep my head down and avoid too many awkward questions about my pregnancy and the father of my baby.

At seven months, I began to struggle more, it was harder to go about my usual daily jobs. More visits to my doctor, as well as a midwife to advise me and assist me. I was fed up with being pregnant. As the weeks progressed, I began to get my spare room set up ready for my baby. Most days I would fall into bed early feeling quite exhausted. I would have trouble sleeping, as I could no longer lie on my back, but had to turn to one side or the other.

Eight months, I was now huge, my tits very swollen and sensitive, I really began to get exhausted, needed to take a rest half way through the day, I was told to stay at home, and rest up as often as I could. But that didn’t stop me from going out to my little garden and getting spring planting underway. Warm sunshine really helped brighten my days.

A few days later, I came back inside to wash up and to get something to eat. Then I froze in deep fear. The guy who had raped me was standing there grinning at me.

“Mine?” he queried with an evil grin on his face.

“Yes,” I squeaked.

“Boy or girl?”

“Girl.”

“Yeah, that’s a good girl.” He moved closer.

I trembled as he took hold of me, then he pulled me into the lounge.

“My baby.” He said as he pulled me close and began to rub my belly.

“Ohhhh Ohhhhh.” I whimpered, I was confused and unsure what to do.

“My baby,” he stated again, pulling more now at my dress.

“Please.” I squeaked.

He leaned me over backwards, and started to force kisses on my lips, I was floundering totally unbalanced. I struggled in vain to try to get into a more stable position. Next thing I knew he lowered me onto the lounge floor. Swift hand had my dress open and my bra lifted, my panties pulled right down.

“NO, no,” I wailed again.

He laughed as he pushed my legs wide and knelt between my thighs. He began to rub my belly again, I felt totally helpless, the weight of my baby in my belly rapidly becoming quite uncomfortable. He shifted closer, and up on all fours, as he moved over me, I felt his belly brush over mine. I was about to be raped again.

“Time to visit my baby.”

I shuddered and gasped as his cock wormed inside me. His body pushed against my swollen belly. It was hard to take and I burst into tears. I was completely helpless, unable to react and pinned into place. I could feel his cock moving steadily to and fro inside me. After a couple of minutes he eased up, then he started again, pushing a bit more firmly inside me.

A few minutes later the intrusion feeling changed as my body began to react to the ongoing drive from his cock. An odd warmth began to grow and I got very confused. I didn’t know what to expect. A minute or so later my feeling began to grow and I felt a strange euphoric sensation begin to build in my belly. I began to feel strangely unattached to my body.

A sudden rush of euphoria, and I exploded, or so it seemed, I gasped loudly and arched my body up under him.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, good girl.” He laughed.

I had never orgasmed before, and this totally caught me out. My whole body seemed to fizz and tingle. Then I began to realize I had been made to have my first orgasm while being raped. Found the whole idea very deeply disturbing, as well as very humiliating.

A few minutes later he got me to orgasm again. This time the shame and humiliation burned very deeply into me.

As I subsided, he shifted slightly, but then his weight came down onto my belly, his arms no longer supporting him above me. It was extremely awkward and very uncomfortable for me. What euphoria I had left very quickly evaporated away. It was back now to a harsh and difficult raping. I struggled to breathe as I began to quietly cry again.

He took several more agonizing minutes before he finally ejaculated into me. Then he eased off me and stood up.

“Visiting time is over.” He called out as he turned and began to walk away.

I was shattered and struggling to cope again, I was still on my back and I didn’t have the strength to even roll over, I was truly cast on the floor. I was deep in misery and humiliation once again.

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