House servant raped by a teenager

Fatima and her ordeal of sexual exploitation and rape at the hands of a teenage boy

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀:

𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯. 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺.

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It was very late when my daughter and I realised the severity of my husband’s alcohol addiction. Days of pay just gone like that with a poof. As you know, I’m a 30 year old mother, with a daughter of 13. Where were we going to get the money for her education? The rent? A relative had suggested that I start working as a house servant but my husband was against it, saying women of our faith and community shouldn’t indulge in such jobs. But he wasn’t helping either, so I started working without informing him.

I decided to work as a househelp in a fairly decent neighbourhood. Or so I thought. The family was any typical middle-class one, a wife, a husband and their son. Parents are hard working. The son was a wastrel who lived with them after school and refusing college. He was 18 at that time.

The boy, I discovered, had a sick, sexual obsession with me. For a while I thought he was mentally ill, but that was not true as he had a method. He knew to behave in front of his parents and only when they left would he adopt this demeanor of absolute lust.

The worst part was the boy knew I was married and had a daughter. But he just didn’t care. I had spoken to other working women about him. I remember them asking questions like,

“Did he touch you?”

“Not yet no. He just watches me and jerks off”

“Has he threatened you?”

“No”

“My advice to you, Fatima,” Kamla, a very close friend now said to me, “Keep quiet, do your work and leave fast. They have resources that we depend on, not us. Just pray that hopefully he doesn’t get too physical.”

And that is the part where I think it started to go wrong. When I stopped paying attention to him even though he was right besides me, spewing his semen onto the floor to make me clean it up or on my body, I acted like he wasn’t there. Which I believe emboldened him.

One day he just snapped. Like an animal, he pounced on me. I was so unprepared and in a compromising position, on all fours crawling on the ground, I just went numb and sensed him pressing every part of my body.

Realising he was trying to fuck me, I started to yell and fight. But he clamped my mouth shut and tore the lower half of my hijab and the dress underneath it. I felt cool air on my bare ass and after slapping my ass cheeks angrily, he opened me up and drove himself inside my pussy.

I stopped yelling.

Almost astonished that it was happening. With his every thrust my will grew weaker and weaker. He soon came inside. Both his climax and my rape being unceremonious.

I grabbed onto the couch in front of me, still on my knees and buried my head in the cushion, filled with shame and humiliation. I felt the boy come back and sit behind me, his feet slapping my butt cheeks. I turned to see him smiling and stroking himself.

“You’re a pig!I I declared between sobs. He didn’t respond. I felt so used at that moment.

Feeling his hands on my hips, I immediately turned around and began to slap him away, he just grabbed at my wrists and stabbed my breasts, making me gasp for air. He pulled me away, making me lie on the ground and made me raise my legs to welcome him. I shook my head in a disagreeable way before I felt him plunge inside me again. A squishy noise from my abdomen made him pull out and we both saw his dick lathered in white cum he had deposited earlier, as it rose slowly out of my depths. I couldn’t believe how much of it was inside me. He smiled and slowly penetrated me back while I stared horrified.

“𝘒𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘢 𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦, 𝘳𝘶𝘬 𝘫𝘢! You will get me pregnant.” In my desperation, I yelled at him in hindi to stop, knowing he didn’t understand a word of it.

I searched his eyes for any sort of understanding, but all I got was a taunting glare and delivered with equal amount of thrusts.

After cumming inside of me again, he went back to his room and slept off, leaving me to clean his mess.

I didn’t dare to go back to the house for a month after that. Which led to worse things. As I had left without informing, the parents, especially the mom, were worried and sent her son, who raped me, to my house. He chose to visit on a day specifically when my husband was out and my daughter and I were alone.

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P.S.: this is my first rodeo, so bear with me. I promise I’ll improve. More to come.

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