Raped in my own home - and I liked it

During a bad storm while home alone, I answered the knock on the door, and a man raped me at knife point. But the worst thing was that I really liked it.

I was raped in my own home, in my own bed, I was a virgin, and I liked it, and I’m not ashamed.

I live in the UK, my name is Ruby, I was 18 years old and staying at my parents house, well my house but I had been living away while at University and it was November and I had returned home during Uni break.

The weather had been quite bad all week, high winds and torrential rain were battering the country for days and there had been a power cut on this particular day, so I was at home with my parents using blankets to keep warm and candles for light when it got dark, which it did quite early at that time of year.

My parents who ran their own catering firm had a booking on this night and had to leave me at home on my own, which was fine, I was an “adult” and could look after myself… or so I thought.

I sat downstairs on the sofa in my thick warm pyjamas and with a warm blanket covering me and watching a video I had saved on my tablet while it still had power, the wind was howling outside and I could hear the impact of the rain being blown against the windows, and the lights blinking through the curtains off the power company repair vans that were parked down the road trying to sort the power out, and my parents had been gone for about an hour when there was a knock on the door.

I got up, kept the blanket wrapped around me like a poncho as I walked to the window and pulled back the curtain to look outside, I wasn’t expecting anyone, I could see a man standing by the door with his back turned, he was wearing a dark hooded rain coat with a high-viz yellow jacket over it, it looked like someone from the power company, so I put the curtain back and went to the door.

I unchained and unlocked the door and then opened it just a little, and the wind was already blowing in quite strongly, “Hello, can I help you?” I said through the gap in the door, the rain was starting to blow in and wet the floor and I don’t think he could hear me over the howling of the wind and sound of the rain, so I opened the door a little more and then tapped him on the back of his shoulder, “Hello?!?” I shouted for him to hear me.

He then took me by surprise, he quickly turned around, he was wearing a balaclava or something over his face, it just had holes in it for his eyes and mouth, then he grabbed both my arms just below my shoulders and them forced his way in to my house, kicking the door closed behind him, he then spun me around, the blanket fell to the floor, he put his arm around my front to hold me and he was holding a knife in his hand and then he put his other hand which was dripping wet over my mouth, “If you scream I’ll kill you. Nod if you understand?” he whispered in to my ear.

He was much taller than me, at least 6-feet tall, where as I am just a petite 5-foot-2 and I was panicking and scared….I nodded.

“Is there anyone else in the house?” he asked.

I shook my head.

I thought he was a burglar, obviously pretending to be one of the power company workers to gain access to houses, and I thought he was going to rob our house, but then he said something I wasn’t expecting, “You smell good.” He whispered, then he smelt my hair.

He locked and chained the front door and then shined his torch towards the staircase, “Up the stairs. Go.” He said, so we walked up the stairs and he asked me which bedroom was mine, I pointed to it and then he walked me inside, he let go of me, “Stay put.” He ordered, and then he closed the bedroom door.

As he looked around my bedroom he held the knife out in front of him pointed towards me to keep me compliant, he took my pink silk scarf that was hanging on the back of my door and he wrapped it around my head covering my mouth to gag me, I was really scared and starting to cry and shake wondering what he was going to do to me.

He grabbed my arm and pushed me towards my bed until I was sitting down on it, then he took off his yellow jacket and raincoat, he had on a black t-shirt underneath, then he squatted down in front of me, still pointing the knife at me, he stared at me for a moment, his eyes looking me up and down, like he was hesitating.

“Do as you’re told. Don’t resist, and I won’t have to use this. Nod if you understand.” He said.

I nodded.

“Good girl.” He said, then he stood up, “Take off your clothes.” He said.

It was then that I realised that he was going to rape me, I began to cry and shake more, everything was telling me to run and get away, but I couldn’t, he scared me and he had a knife, I didn’t want him to rape me but even more I didn’t want him to kill me, so I complied and slowly removed my clothes.

First removing my top and then my bottoms, and when I was in my underwear he had me lay down on my bed, then he pulled the string out of one of my draw-string gym bags, cut it in half and used it to tie my hands to my metal frame headboard.

When I was tied up he stabbed the blade of his knife on to the top of my dressing table and put his put his torch on top aimed so it illuminated the bed, then he knelt on my bed, wearing his black t-shirt, black pants and still with his balaclava on, he leaned forward and he pushed my bra up and exposed my small breasts and fondled them with his cold wet hands, I closed my eyes and tried to ignore what he was doing.

Then I felt his tongue licking my nipples, then he began to kiss them and slowly kiss his way down my body, and then my eyes shot open and I gasped when I felt him press his hand against the crotch of my panties, “Uh.”

“You’re a sexy girl, Ruby.” He whispered.

I was surprised when he said it because I never told him my name, how the hell did he know my name, “Who the fuck are you?!” I thought.

He pulled off my bra and tore off my panties, then he pushed my legs apart and raised my knees up, I had never felt so vulnerable and helpless in all my life, I wished for my parents to come back home or for someone, anyone, to help me and make him stop.

I watched him put his head between my legs and then he began to lick my pussy, the tip of his tongue slid up and down my slit and he swirl it around my clitoris, it sent pleasurable sensations surging through my body, but I tried to fight it, I didn’t want to feel that way, I closed my eyes again and cried some more while wishing he would stop.

He continued his tongue assault on my pussy for about 10-minutes until he forced me to orgasm, it was the most intense feeling as I arched my back up off the bed, moaned loudly and uncontrollably through my scarf and leaked fluid out of my pussy, which he quickly licked up while molesting my body and breasts with his hands, “Uh – Uuuuh.”

He let out a light laugh then sat up, “I bet that felt good, didn’t it?” he said.

I hated him for making me orgasm, for making me feel that way, but damn it-it did feel good, “You bastard!” I thought.

“You taste good.” He said, then he stood up off the bed, “You’re a virgin aren’t you, Ruby?” he asked.

I nodded.

He started to undo his pants, “Have you even seen a cock before?” he asked.

I shook my head as I hadn’t.

“Well…” he said, pushing his pants down and exposing his fully erect cock, “…now you have.” He added.

I couldn’t not look at it, it was at least 6-inches long, quite thick and veiny, it was twitching and throbbing a bit and I could see his wrinkled ball sack, which he had shaved, there was no pubic hair on them at all. As I stared at his huge cock my body betrayed me and my pussy got wet, my nipples got hard, and my body temperature was rising, and my mouth was filling with saliva.

He got back on the bed, once again pushing my legs apart and lifting up my knees, then he shuffled between them, then he pushed his cock downward and it made me flinch when I felt his warm tip against the soft flesh of my pussy.

My pussy got wetter as he rubbed his tip up and down my slit, then he crawled over me, almost getting on top of me and he began to guide it between my pussy lips and push against my hymen, I could feel it putting pressure on it, “U-Uuh.”

“I’m going to fuck you now, Ruby.” He said, as he brushed his fingers through my hair.

Before I could process what he just said, or prepare myself for it, he quickly pushed hard, I screamed under my scarf in pain as he split my hymen and I felt my pussy stretch open and his hard veiny cock slid inside me, “Uh- Aaarrgh – Uuuuh.”

He reached over and pulled his knife out of the top of my dressing table and he put the blade close to my throat, I had to keep my head tilted back otherwise the blade would have cut me, and he started fucking me and calling me horrible things, “Fucking love that don’t you. My big cock in your little virgin pussy….” He said, then he started to fuck me faster, and he was getting harder and deeper inside of me, “…Feel my cock, Ruby, you fucking little bitch.”

My pussy was hurting from the hard fuck he was giving me, it really hurt, but for some reason I was enjoying the pain, it made me feel alive like I’d never felt before, damn it-it was good, “Uh-Uh-Uuuuh-Argh – Uh!”

His sweaty sticky balls were slamming against my ass as he forced his cock inside me as deep as he could, he was thrusting it in hard and fast, he pulled the knife away from my neck, dropped it on the floor and then he held on to the top of my headboard with both hands, shuffled further towards me, lifting my ass up off the bed and he fucked me so hard I slid up the bed and my head was banging off the metal headboard.

“Take this you fucking bitch!” he growled, “Fuck yes!” and then he said some strange things, “Walking around here, looking as good as you do, never letting anyone get close to you, never letting anyone fuck you. You fucking bitch, Ruby, I’m fucking you now girl. Do you feel my cock? Do you feel it?!!!????” he growled angrily for some reason, “God you’ve got a tight pussy, Kid.” He added.

He talked as if he knew me, even knowing my name, but I couldn’t think of who he was, in that moment my head wasn’t really bothered who he was, I was just thinking about how good it felt to be fucked so hard, “Mmm – Uuuuuuuuuuuh – Uh!!!!” it was already painful but the strange thing was that I wanted him to do it even harder, “Uh – Mm – Uuuh!”

A few minutes later he hoisted my legs up on to his shoulders and shuffled even closer, and he did, dear god he did, oh fuck he did it harder, “Oooh – Mm – Uh – Uh – UHUHHHH!!!” I was enjoying every moment of it but of course I didn’t let on that I was.

Finally, though disappointingly, after about 20-minutes or so, he came, thrusting his cock balls deep inside of me, he came to an abrupt stop, froze in place and grunted loudly, I felt his cock swell and push against my inner walls and then he ejaculated inside of me, “Ut – Oooooooooooooaaaah – Oooaaah – Oaah fuck – Ooooaah.” I felt him shoot several times and my pussy filled with his warm seed, oh god it felt good.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

“Oooagh – Ooh, Ruby – Oooooooo.” He gasped and then he kissed my lips and licked my face.

Then he shuffled back and pulled out of me, he moved and knelt over my upper body, he grabbed my hair pulling my head back, and he pulled the scarf away from my mouth and then pushed his cock in to my mouth, “Taste my cock.” He said, pumping it with his fingers while I sucked it and the last drops of his seed dripped on to my tongue, “Mmm.” It was the best taste, “Mmm.”

After he was done dumping the last of his seed in to my mouth he put the scarf back over my mouth and stepped away from the bed and as his cock started to shrink and limp down, he put his pants back on, then he knelt down beside the bed and picked up his knife and once again put it to my throat.

“You’re not going to tell anyone about this, are you?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“Good girl…” he said, then he ran the cold blade over my skin, moving it down my body and almost cutting my nipple, “…because if you tell anyone, the police, your parents, anyone, I’ll come back… and I’ll kill you. Nob if you understand.” He said.

I nodded.

He put his coat and jacket back on and then loosened the rope on one of my hands, “Wait half an hour until I’m gone, then you can untie yourself, understand?” he said.

I nodded again.

He smiled, “You’re a good little fuck, Ruby. See you around.” He said, then he left.

I heard him go downstairs and then out of the house, the wind was still howling and rain was still hitting the windows.

As soon as he left I freed my hand and pulled the scarf off my mouth, I’m sure that anyone else who had just been tied up and raped would have immediately gone to the nearest phone and called for help, but I didn’t, I couldn’t stop thinking about how great it felt, I know it’s bad, but I liked it, I really liked it.

Instead of calling for help I just laid on my bed, naked, tasting the sperm that was dripping out of my sore pussy and I waited half an hour like he said and then I freed my other hand, I got off my bed and got dressed, I went out on to the landing just to check that he was truly gone, secretly hoping he was still there and waiting to rape me again, but he had definitely gone.

I went back in to my bedroom and tidied up my bed and then I laid on top of it, clutching my big teddy bear and pushing my hand down the front of my bottoms and playing with my pussy, even after his hard fucking, I was very horny and needed to feel more pleasure, so I fingered myself to orgasm, though it wasn’t as good as the feel of a hard cock inside me.

Eventually I made my way back downstairs, sat on the sofa, pulled the blanket over me, and just sat in the candle light and waited for my parents to get home, then I went to bed like nothing had happened.

I didn’t tell anyone about any of it.

Though I am certain he knew me and probably lived nearby judging by what he said to me, I never found out who he was, I probably see and even speak to him quite often, but I wouldn’t know it if I did, every time I go outside now I think of him standing by a window or in a garden, looking, watching me and knowing that he had me, he took my virginity from me and gave me the best sex I have ever had and he’s the only one who knows.

Was it a neighbours husband? – the father of one of my old school friends? – or the man who walks his dog around every day?

I wish I knew.