Michelle as she was being ripped into pieces by the rapist.
You had been trying to seduce her for months. She had shown no interest in you. You had kissed her anyway. Now, finally, an email in your inbox:
“Hi, I haven’t planned anything yet for coming weekend. You said you wanted to visit me, so if you have time feel free to come.”
It was Friday noon of July 14, 2017, when you arrived. Michelle thought that you would surely be tired from the travel, so she didn’t plan a big city sightseeing or likewise for the afternoon. Instead, she wanted to show you the suburban area in which she was living, as friends and family members that had visited her in the past had enjoyed things like that.
She showed you the local area a little. Michelle and you came past a little park with lots of trees. You suggested to go there. She was ok with that. You found a little space surrounded by trees, barely visible from the outside. You kissed her lips and groped her breasts. You pulled her t-shirt down and sucked her nipples.
Michelle didn’t fight, didn’t scream. Neither did she respond to your kisses or grope your body like you did hers. Kind of like an ice block, actually. Very passive, no signs of enjoyment. Michelle was aware of the fact that she had invited you, and as a good girl she wanted her guest to have a nice few days at her place.
Michelle and you went to her apartment and she cooked you lunch. She was a good girl, after all. She had thought that you could go to see some interesting sights in the proximity after that, but you suggested watching a movie on your computer. It was 3 pm on a warm summer day and it felt kind of wrong to sit inside watching movies, but Michelle didn’t want to force you to anything you didn’t want. So she agreed.
You selected The Matrix on your Netflix. I later found out that some of your acquaintances said Neo to you, just like Neo from the movie, and encouraged you to beat the matrix. Kind of like he was a role model for you. Well, there is one difference between you and him: Neo f*cks the one woman he really loves, and the woman loves him, too. Michelle once asked you how many women you had f*cked in your life, and you said, “20 to 30”. I hereby shout out to all the women who you have f*cked, and I sincerely hope all those incidents didn’t happen against their will like it happened to Michelle.
Ten minutes into the movie, you pressed “pause” and pulled the girl’s t-shirt and trousers off. Michelle was bewildered. She had reckoned on you wanting to f*ck her, but she had thought you would at least wait until night. Now it was mid-afternoon and you had ripped all clothes off her body, and I don’t even know when you had taken yours off. “Blow job”, you whispered. Michelle knew what that was but she had never done it. She looked at you and shook her head in dismay. You grabbed the back of her head and coaxed it to the area between your legs. You made pulsing movements with your arm, forcing her head to move with you. She obeyed but stopped quickly.
You grabbed her by her shoulders and forced her on her back. She had bought a pack of condoms and fingered one out of the drawer. She told you that she would only do it if you put it on. You said, “sure, later”, and squeezed your dick in anyway.
To be fair, you did put the condom on — only 45 minutes later, just before you came. You never used one again in the f*cks that followed. You always pulled out, which was hardly even worth it for the half-milliliter of male pleasure that oozed out of your tiny pride.
When you had come, you spent about 2:30 minutes in the bathroom, then you came back and clicked “play” on your computer. It was about 4 pm.
Michelle (the eternal good girl) went and bought some croissants the next morning, Saturday July 15, prepared breakfast and served it up. (She also bought an emergency pill which she threw in after you left so she wouldn’t get pregnant by your greedy acts.) She suggested to you that you visit the laboratory which she was working at (she had thought that up before he had arrived) and then taking a stroll in the city. You agreed. She walked you to the science lab while you were complaining that the sun was too hot for you and the walk too long. She was in pain while walking, pain brought to her by your greed, but you didn’t ask her how she was. Sometimes during your greedy acts you would ask her whether she was ok, but you only got more violent if she didn’t respond — so she nodded most of the time to evade further consequences.
You had lunch at the lab with Michelle, then you continued towards the city. You had dinner in the city, then returned to the apartment and committed your greedy sins until 3 am in the morning.
Michelle made breakfast like on Saturday. She cooked you lunch at 1 pm, and she brought you to the train station at around 3 pm. You f*cked her in the time between breakfast and lunch, and between lunch and the train station. Eleven times in total in that weekend, ranging from 10 to 60 minutes. It seemed like every time was even more painful than the time before as everything got torn up between her legs. When she couldn’t hide it anymore, she would cover her head with one of the pillows and let it soak up her tears and cushion her screams.
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[Please, please, please no personal requests for sex, not on this site and nowhere else, I don’t do that (and I hate it when #metoo members like myself get approached sexually because somebody finds it exciting to harass a #metoo member).]
