Rape reality

I'll let you readers decide if you think this is made up.

I had been in London visiting a few of the attractions, rather than spend the night in an expensive soulless London hotel, I decided to drive home that evening. I was 19 heading towards my 20th birthday when this happened. Life was good, I had passed my driving test and bought my first little car, I had a job that offered real prospects for the future. It was a blissfully happy time in my life. I was single and happy. I didn't have a boyfriend and to be honest boys at that point in my life were just a distraction and seemed so immature .

It was late October, just a week or so before the clocks went back an hour, but it was getting dark early now and by the time I set off out of London just after 7pm, darkness had fallen. My journey should take me a little over two hours. It had been a long day and I couldn't wait to get home.
I started the torturous fight with the late evening London traffic. Before long though I was on the Motorway and the miles were counting down. I had a CD playing, some random shit that I cannot now remember, and feeling very relaxed.

An hour into the journey I needed the toilet. I really couldn't be bothered pulling into a service station, so decided to use a public toilet I knew existed in a wooded area just off the main road. Although it was dark I figured it would be safe, besides, surly other people would use this spot as well.

It was just after 8.30pm when I pulled off the road and into this dark wooded area. The toilet block was reasonably lit so I wasn't concerned. There was absolutely no other surrounding lights other than the odd passing car headlight. I couldn't see any other cars either which was a little unusual. It was somewhere I had stopped before during the day. It was a little car park with the forest close by. There was a path that led to a picnic spot inside the forest itself. There was also some form of river or drainage ditch that was a popular dog walking spot. Locking the car I headed into the toilet. No sooner had I locked the toilet door when I heard footsteps outside. The alarm bells should have rung. It never crossed my mind to stay where I was behind the locked cubicle door until I knew whoever it was had gone, or perhaps waited for someone else to appear. I was full of false bravado, 19 years old and thought I could take on the world. I was so convinced I could look after myself, so I went outside intending to head straight for my car.

I stepped out into the darkness, my eyes trying to adjust to my unlit surroundings. Stood by the wall of the block in the shadows was a man. I estimated him to be late 50s I could make out that he was very stocky, about 6ft 2 tall and 15st at least. He was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts and looked incredibly muscular for his age. Him being there made me nervous, but at the same time with him looking as old as he did it sort of reassured me that he would be no threat.

As I tried to walk past he grabbed me around the neck and put his hand over my mouth. My instinct was to try and break free and run for my life, but he was far too strong. I could feel his strength and power by the tightness of which he was holding me and the force he was using to stop me screaming. I suddenly realised I wasn't the imposing confident creature I thought I was, but a 5ft 2 inch tall, slim built, and weak girl in my late teens who was seriously out of her depth.

"Keep your mouth shut and you'll be alright". I was told.

'Be alright' what did he mean? I wondered what he was going to do. I was trying to work out what sort of danger I was in. My first and only thought at the time was is he going to kill me. It is said women can freeze with fear in situations like this, let me tell you it is true. I didn't have the presence of mind to scream even if I could, I felt I couldn't move, adrenalin was cursing through my body to such an extent it made my kidneys ache, I felt I was being poisoned by adrenalin. I had the flight or fight situation right here, but I couldn't fight, and I was being held in such a way flight wasn't an option either.

"Your coming with me" I was told.

He changed his grip so I was held by the hair with my head pushed down. I was bent over being frogmarched towards the forest, unable to see where I was going. It was uncomfortable, I was struggling to stay on my feet, and if I slowed down my hair would be pulled tight and he would drag me along.

"Where are you taking me" I pleaded, my voice sounded weak, pathetic, and very scared.

I had no idea of his intentions, That might sound strange but when you are in survival mode you just cannot focus. I was certainly in survival mode right then. But he told me what his intentions were.

"We are going into the forest to make love" I was told.

"No, No, please, I don't want to" I begged. He knew it wasn't going to be 'making love' it was going to be rape, and I wasn't going to be able to resist.

I was led along the path in that position until we were in the forest and well out of earshot or sight of anyone who just might be walking along the main road or in the car park. I was so terrified I could hardly think. My legs had turned to jelly and I just wanted to cry. We eventually came to a little grassy patch between the trees.

"Undress" he demanded.

"No please" I begged.

It was at this point he produced a knife. I never saw any knife prior to that, but he had one, and he waved it in my direction and made it clear I was to do as I was told. I just went to pieces. Any slim hope I had that I might be able to plead, beg, or persuade him to change his mind vanished in that instant. I just started to cry uncontrollably hoping he might have an ounce of empathy, it was a forlorn hope.

"Shut up and get undressed" he ordered.

I began by taking off my skirt first, all the time he was watching me. I removed my shoes and socks stood on the damp grass, my feet feeling the cold.

"Take the panties off next and pass them to me" I was told.

I slid the panties down my legs and stepped out of them before handing them over. As he took them he began to sniff the crotch. I felt totally disgusted at this, but he was clearly getting excited at the smell of pussy on my panties. I continued to undress my top half and bra whilst he stood leering at my nakedness, sniffing my panties, and telling me my pussy smelled like it was ready to be fucked.

"Are you a virgin" he demanded to know.

"Yes" I sobbed. I was indeed a virgin, and I was hoping it would make him feel a little pity.

"Well you are not going to be for much longer"

I was told to lay on the grass and open my legs. I did as I was told. The damp cold grass felt uncomfortable on my back as I lay there shivering from a mixture of cold and fear.

"Rub your clitoris" he demanded, get yourself turned on.

I couldn't do it. I was shaking and didn't want to. But he insisted I did. I reached down and began rubbing myself whilst he stood watching. He then got down on the floor and began inserting two fingers into me and began to poke my vagina

"It will be easier on you if you are turned on when I break you in" he said. But I just wasn't going to get turned on, not in this situation.

He stood up and I heard him pull down his shorts. I didn't want to watch him, so I just stared up at the sky. I could hear him though removing his shorts. As he moved towards me I caught sight of his cock, it looked absolutely massive. A huge thick hairy cock with a full foreskin and huge balls hanging down. It was rock hard.

"You like the look of it baby" he said.

He got down between my trembling legs and forced them wide apart with his knees.

He began squeezing my exposed tits and pinching my nipples. His cold rough hands rubbing against my naked body made me want to throw up. I was being pawed by him. He reached under me and grabbed my arse, squeezing my bare cheeks and telling my how neat it was.

I was mounted in the missionary position. He fumbled at his erect cock lining it up against my entrance. I began to cry hysterically. I was begging him not to.

"Shut up and don't struggle" I was told. "I'll try and be gentle"

"I'm not on the pill" I cried. "You'll get me pregnant" He didn't care at all.

I was beaten, humiliated, and felt grubby. I couldn't prevent this and I knew it. My sobs went unheeded, he clearly felt no pity for me. I just tensed up as he began to push inside, unable to stop him. I gasped loudly as I felt him forcing his massive shaft inside me. It felt like I was being ripped open when it went up. he didn't care if my pussy was dry or not. I was a trembling crying mess laying there as his cock went up my middle.

"Ohhh yeah, It's in" he groaned as he began to rape me.

"It hurts" I pleaded, but he wasn't bothered. He was getting what he wanted.

He was fully inside and he began to thrust violently.

"OWWW, OWWW, NO please stop. I begged.

I was a piece of meat to him and he was enjoying hurting me, he began raping me as hard as he could, gripping me by the shoulders to get more leverage and brutality into his upward strokes. This wasn't making love, it was an evil desire to hurt, control, and humiliate me. I figured he had to be a complete woman hater to do this.
I lay underneath him with his full weight on me. I was struggling to breathe and had to turn my head to the side to make breathing easier. I couldn't escape as much as I wanted to. It felt horribly uncomfortable but at the same time it was a feeling I had never experienced being a virgin. It just felt like a very hard object was inside my body that shouldn't be there, and it made me feel sort of full down there. I pleaded again with him to stop. He just grunted and continued.

"You are tight" He told me, "but you won't be so tight when I have finished with you, that little tight cunt will be like a bucket when I have finished"

My tits were bouncing from the momentum of his thrusting. He was making disgusting grunting noises. His cock was slamming into my cervix and it felt like an electric shock going through my uterus. I tried opening my legs wider and lifting my bum off the grass to make it more comfortable.

"Please, not so hard" I begged. I pushed against his shoulders to try and make it easier for me to deal with, as a result of this action it disrupted his rhythm. He stopped and gave me a hard slap across the face.

"You do that again bitch and I'll fucking hurt you. I'll fuck you how I like and you'll put up with it." he snarled. "Now stop that stupid crying and start acting like you are enjoying it.

My face still stung from the slap. He was still angry and I was desperate not to make him any more angry. He was determined to let me know my body was for his pleasure and I was at his mercy. He started to go up and down me again with just as much force. He would ram it up and as it hit my cervix he would grunt. I made the horrible decision to try and pretend I was enjoying it so he wouldn't slap me again. I bit my lip and stopped crying.

"Your opening up baby, you are not as tight now. Your cunt is getting wetter, move your little bum up and down to meet my thrusts so it feels better for you"

I did as I was told which seemed to please him. I gyrated my hips to meet his thrusts and as I did his balls smacked against my arse.

"Does it feel good having cock inside you" He asked.

"Yes" I said lying.

He raped me for a good twenty minutes or so before he cum. It felt like for ever and I wondered when it would end, but eventually it did end. I had never experienced a man cum inside me before and didn't know what to expect. He was thrusting his dick up and down as hard as he could and my cunt felt like it was on fire. He would slide it down to my entrance and then violently force it back up.

"Argh, I'm cummin, I'm cummin, Ohhhhhhhh"

He thrust it up as far as he could and held it there. I could feel it twitching inside me as he emptied the contents of his balls. He ejaculated so powerfully I actually felt the semen hit my cervix. My pussy suddenly felt slimy and wet and slightly warm. His cock softened inside me and he pulled it out of my now cum soaked and very sore cunt. Straight away I could feel his semen dribbling out of me. I was so full of the stuff.

He got up off me and put his shorts back on. As he did he began to talk to me as I sat on the grass feeling sorry for myself. The conversation we had was something I will never forget. It might sound stupid me saying what I did say, but I was desperate to make him happy and keep him calm so he would let me go. I was very aware that he still had a knife.

Firstly he apologised for ejaculating too quick. It wasn't quick in my books, but he clearly thought it was. He said "I'm sorry I couldn't fuck you for longer but you were so tight it made me cum. But have you enjoyed it"? I lied and told him I had. He then said "Why did you cry?" This caught me out and I didn't really know what to say, but anxious not to antagonise him I told him "I cried because I was scared at first.
He asked if I was going to tell anybody. "No, No, I promise I won't tell anyone about it, it can be our secret" I assured him.
He then told me I had asked for it walking around alone in the dark wearing a short skirt and wiggling my bum when I got out of the car. I agreed with him and said "Yes" I did ask for it. I shouldn't have done that.
He asked me my age. I told him 19. He then shocked me by saying his granddaughter was my age and he worries about her when she is out alone. The fact that he had just violently raped me and I was her age was completely lost on him. Finally he told me he did it because he wasn't getting sex at home. I put on a fake concern and told him that was terrible and I couldn't understand why his wife would deny him when he was so good.

He was so happy at this and told me I could get dressed. As I did he hurried off into the darkness.

I got dressed the best I could but couldn't find my shoes. I walked back to the car barefoot and just fell inside. I felt physically sick thinking about what had happened. When I started the car I looked at the clock, it was 9.40pm. My rape had lasted just over an hour.

I drove home in a daze, I was sore between the legs and I was leaking his cum into my panties. When I got home I just sat and cried. I fell into the shower and scrubbed myself. My clothes went into the bin not the wash. I never wanted to wear them again. But I never reported the rape or said anything to my parents. They just assumed I was having a moody moment in my life. I just couldn't find the strength. I knew I would never see him again so why put myself through it? Pregnancy was a worry for a while since I wasn't on birth control. It was in the days before the morning after pill was widely available. My torture went on for a few more weeks wondering if his sperm had done the business, thankfully I wasn't pregnant.

I'm now married with a son and daughter and happy. Memories fade, and you live with them, but you never forget them. I'm very much over it now and have moved forward. To tell the truth it never really affected me as much as it might some women. As my sister once said to me years previously, "If you are going to be raped, you are going to be raped" It was 20 years ago and I can freely talk about it.