Rape

Date: 4/7/2016

By ItMe2015

She was on top of me. I couldn't move due to the drugs and the ropes holding me down. We were naked, and she was ridding me. I look up at her and discover that her face is too blurry to see, but I recognize the owner of her maternally maniacal laugh and moan to be my mother. She slaps me, hard across the face and scratches her nails down my chest hard enough to draw blood; I scream for help and all also wail in pain, but she continues, she never says a word, she just moans and laughs, and slaps, and scratches. I've already orgasmed twice; which makes me afraid to ever sex again, yet she still continues to flop around on top of me until after she's satisfied. She rolls off of me and undoes my restraints, but instead of allowing me to clean up, she leaves. I chase after her; when I fling open the door, there is a wall on the other side, I burst over to the window in a panicked rush; there is only walls, so I try to break them down, but as soon as one falls, another takes it's place. I lay sobbing on the floor for what seems to be hours. The walls begin to move; they begin to close in on me and right before I am smashed to death, I wake up.