The game

He would drug me every night, just enough so that I wouldn’t be able to move but not enough to make me forget what he’s done to me

We started dating when I was 16 and he was 24. I was around 4’10 in height and weighed no more than 99pounds.
I was tiny and cute and he loved it. He had somewhat of a beard at the time and he wore glasses. He looked like a sexy college professor. We found each other on a dating app, I said I was 18 and he knew I was lying and asked me to tell the truth and said he wouldn’t be mad it at me if I told him the truth, so I did. He took me to the movies and then to a park late at night. We talked about everything and it was so romantic. He told me I was mature for my age and that my tiny body really turned him on.

Shortly after we started fucking, I wasn’t a virgin either way so that was not any different than anything I’ve done before except for the fact that he was much bigger than me physically and I cried a lot during sex, he would always cuddle me afterwards and play a movie for while we eat I’ve cream and pizza. To make me feel better. I had bruises all over my body and arms and thighs caused by him holding me in place so aggressively so I would run escape while he he used me like a tiny fuck doll.

Soon after, I got used to all the abuse and rape. If he wanted to have sex I would slide my pants
and panties down to my ankles or lift my skirt or dress up for him and lay down the end of the bed with my feet on the ground and my ass in the air for him to use me. He would move me around and used every part of me until I can’t walk or talk from the exhaustion. He lasts a very long time and could go multiple rounds which was a first for me to see since all the guys I’ve had sex with before were around my age and couldn’t last for more than 5 minutes. Such losers, I started liking the pain he causes me and pleasure my fragile body could offer him.

With him, nothing was out of line. He was very proudly using me to get off and didn’t feel any shame for it. He would ask me to baby talk and call him daddy while he fucked me, or make me beg for him to stop while he tied me up and used my ass for the first time and tore it apart, I could poop right for 4 days after that one lol.

We didn’t bond over talking anymore, I was just there for his pleasure. I hated myself and I thought everyone hated me and he knew that, he told me I’m a good girl and that my purpose is to make him happy by serving him sexually and I did it just to hear him say how good I am and how much he loves my cute body. I was happy to serve him at this point.

Soon enough he was done with all that. I was used to the abuse so he would just fuck me while I laid there silently taking his huge cock inside me without shedding a tear. He hated it, he hated that I didn’t fear him anymore.

He started slipping pills in my drinks and food. Just enough so I wouldn’t be able to move or fight anyone that tried to take and use my pussy off but not enough to make me black out and forget.

To be continued…

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