Raped on the way home – I found him

I tracked down the man who raped me, and he raped me again.

My name is Eve and I was raped by a man named P. Harrison.

I never told a soul about the rape, kept it to myself, bottled it all up, he left a card behind with his name on it, I did some research, he wasn’t hard to find, a quick search on Facebook led me to the man that raped me, his name was Paul, and he didn’t live too far away.

I set up a fake profile and befriended his friends online, searching through messages and photographs I finally found it, a photo of him standing outside his house, smoking and holding a can of beer, I recognized the street and with his door number clearly visible, I had all I needed.

I hung around in town after school, just wondering around, it was late in the evening when I finally plucked up the courage and I went to his house, I walked up the path and stopped at the stairs, there were three steps leading up to his front door, my heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through my body, *Knock* – *Knock*, the door opened, it was him, “Yeah?”, he spoke to me like I was a complete stranger.

“Are you Paul Harrison?” I asked.

“Yeah – what do you want?” he asked.

I quickly ran forward, I pushed his arm off the door and barged passed him and went in to his house, “Oi!” he shouted, when I was inside, standing in the hallway, I dropped my school bag on the floor and I turned around to face him, “What do you think you’re doing?” he snapped, I pushed heavily on the door, slamming it closed.

“Don’t you recognize me?!” I barked.

He looked genuinely confused and shook his head, “No – should I?” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Last week. Down by the river…” I said, I stepped up to him, “…in the woods.” I added.

His face changed to a look of dread and horror when he finally clicked on who I was, “Yeah. That was me!” I said to him, then he swallowed a lump in his throat and he stepped back against the door, “How – “ he uttered.

“How did I find you? – “ I said, I stepped back and I took the card out of my pocket and threw it at him, “ – next time don’t leave your ID behind.” I added.

“What do you want?” he asked, fearful of the hold I now had over him.

I stepped back up to him, pushing myself against him, he smelt like bee, sweat and cigarettes, it was foul, “You smell like shit.” I said, I made him uncomfortable and he barged by me, pushing me aside, “Look, what you want?” he asked in a panic.

“I want you to rape me again.” I said.

He looked absolutely shocked, why wouldn’t he, I bet he never thought in a million years I’d say those words, “What?!” he asked, truth be told even though it was incredibly painful and wrong on so many levels, I enjoyed being raped, being dominated, being someone’s dirty little slut, I had a taste and I wanted more.

“You’re fucking crazy.” He said, then he walked around in circles scratching his head, “Are you for real?!” he asked.

“Do it.” I said.

He shook his head rapidly, “Nah, man. Fuck that shit.” He said.

I ran over to him and repeatedly punched and kicked him, “Do it. Do it. Do it!” I screamed, he grabbed me and pushed me away from him, he pointed at me waving his finger and laughing confusedly, “You’re fucking nuts.” He said, I got angry and ran back towards him, I unleashed holy hell of punches on him until he was bruised and I cut his lip, “Ouch..” he cried, then he struck me on the side of my face and I fell to the floor, “…Bitch!” he shouted.

He was really pissed off now and he bent down and picked me up roughly by my arms, he slapped me again, “You want to get fucking raped, I’ll rape you, bitch!” he stated, then he pushed me in to his shit hole of a living room, he pushed me so hard I lost my balance and fell on to the floor again, “Get up!”, he demanded, he grabbed my hair and hoisted me to my feet.

Holding my hair he lifted me until my feet were about an inch off the ground, it hurt like hell I thought my hair was going to rip out with my skin, then he pushed a load of empty beer cans off his coffee table and slammed me down on it, right on my back, he got on his knees and held me down as I tried to fight him off, then he tore open my blouse before reaching up my skirt and ripping off my knickers.

Putting his hand around my throat again he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “This is going to hurt. You little slut.” He said, then he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over, he put his arm on my back do I couldn’t move while he pushed my legs apart, seconds later I felt his cock slid against my pussy crack, but he bypassed it, I next felt it squeeze between my ass cheeks and he quickly inserted it in to my ass hole.

He was fucking me in the ass, pushing his cock as deep as he could, every time he thrust forward he pushed me forward a little across the old coffee table, I was getting wooden splinters in my tits, he grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back and he leaned forward placing his head next to mine, rubbing our cheeks together, “You like that, my dirty whore.” He snarled, painfully fucking me in the ass.

It took him only a few minutes to come, but it felt like forever, he pulled his cock out of my sore and buggered hole and he forced it in to my mouth, “Have some of that!” he laughed, I tasted shit, piss and semen, he took it out of my mouth and zipped himself back up, then he stood up and booted me off the coffee table, kicking me right in the ribs again.

Then he lifted me by my hair again and marched me to the front door, he tipped out the contents of my bag and kicked over some of my clothes, “Get dressed, whore.” He said, he watched me put my clothes on and put everything back in to my bag, then he lifted me up, opened his front door, and pushed me out of his house, I missed the steps and fell on to the hard concrete path, “Now, get lost, bitch.” He shouted before slamming his door shut.

I picked myself up and walked home, holding my ribs and hoping the coldness I was feeling on the backs of my legs wasn’t from blood coming out of my ass.

He raped me again, this time I’d asked for it, if he thinks that’s the last he’ll see of me, he’s got another thing coming.

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