Ray-
36 years old, medium/average height, 5’10, medium/average build, 150lbs. He made detective at 34, the first year he was eligible, a fact that he prides himself on. Married, two kids, a dog, and a mortgage. He drinks cheap bourbon, and black coffee. In a word, unextraordinary.
Riya-
18 years old today, average height, 5’3, slim build, 100lbs, runs cross country for the highschool, not good enough for a college scholarship, but that doesn’t matter because she has the grades. Bright, cheerful, with dark skin, and silky hair, pretty, but not in an obnoxious way. She is first generation American, and carries the remains of an Indian accent. Normal, a perfectly normal teenager.
The Town-
Too small to be called a big city, but with all their problems. Too big to be called a small town, but still acting like one. There is the wealthy side of town, Forest Hill, with it’s tree lined streets, shaded sidewalks, bike paths, Soccer moms and SUVs. Private schools, coffee shops and gated communities. Riya lives here with her family. There is the poor side of town, Bellevue, with boarded up windows, liquor stores, and pawn shops. This is where Riya’s father owns all of his businesses, mini-marts and the like.
That Morning-
It’s Ray’s weekend to be the on call detective. He wakes up on the couch in the living room, where he fell asleep to the History Channel and Early Times Bourbon. He and his wife have barely shared the bed since his promotion to Detective. She worries about his drinking, and nags him about it constantly. She suspects he has been sleeping around, and she’s right, she just doesn’t know that he has to pay for it. He’ll spend the entire weekend in the same suit of clothes, half drunk, and won’t bother to wash his infidelity off until Monday morning. There is no roll call on Saturday, so he is in no hurry to get to the station. He rolls in at a quarter of 10, unshaven, smelling like old booze and stale coffee. He closes the door to the shared Detective’s office behind him. The three other desks will remain empty until Monday. He plops down in his chair, puts his feet up, and goes right back to sleep. This is exactly where The Call will find him.
Riya drops her father off at one of his stores every morning. The only difference today is that they are later than usual because of her special birthday breakfast. Her dad grew up in Bangalore, and Bellevue doesn’t bother him, he walks around to each of his properties, moving through the grime of the city with ease. Riya is not permitted to linger here, a fact her father reminds her of each time he gets out of the car.
“Straight home, no stops, I’m serious.”
Riya drives off, promising her father as she rolls the window up. But this is a lie. A lie that she has been planning for nearly two weeks. Her boyfriend is taking her out tonight for her birthday, and she wants tonight to be her first time, but he doesn’t know that yet, so she has to bring the condoms, so not to ruin the surprise. She gets butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it. She wonders if it will hurt. She can’t stop at one of her father’s stores, so she drives a little deeper into the city, and finds one that looks not too trashy. She parks behind a dumpster, just in case her father should walk by on his rounds, and confidently heads inside. Of course the condoms are behind the counter. Of course the clerk is some middle-aged guy. Of course she will have to have a conversation with him about condoms. Of course.
Robert Lee Mason-
39 years old, 6’1, 220lbs, all muscle, he is big and fast. A promising highschool football player in West Texas, he could have played in college, but he was too distracted by girls to do the work, so he ended up teaching Physical Education at a Community College in Central Florida. Arrested at age 30 for Felony aggravated sexual assault, and sexual harassment. Mason, or Coach Mason, as he liked to be called, got involved with one of the girls on the 18/19 year olds volleyball team. He was ready to take their relationship in a more physical direction, and she wasn’t, so he overpowered her in the parking lot outside the gym. Unable to make the rape charge stick, the prosecution had to settle for assault and harassment, allowing Coach Mason to get out of prison early. He was now working the morning shift at a convenience store in the bad part of town.
The Conversation-
Riya walks up to counter, points at a box of Trojans hanging on the wall behind the clerk,
“One box of those, please.”
“Good morning little lady, how’s your day going?”
Mason couldn’t believe his eyes, look at what just walked through the door. A petite brown girl, half naked, with the craziest accent he has ever heard. Riya is, in fact, not half naked. She is wearing a pink midriff t-shirt with word PINK written in cursive across the chest. The cotton is thin, intentionally see thru, underneath is a floral pattern push up bra. Her shorts are short, but not short enough for her father to complain about them, which means they are quite long in comparison to what other girls her age are wearing. Mason grew up in a time when bras were not meant to be seen, when girls did not buy condoms at gas stations, this all seemed like too much for him.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck is this little bitch wearing, does that even count as clothes? Who the fuck just walks around with their shit all showing like that? Oh, I see, she’s a fucking whore. Who else is buying rubbers in this shit neighborhood at 10 o’clock in the morning? She looks young, I wonder if her shit is blown out already. I wouldn’t mind taking a run at her to find out. Ain’t never fucked nobody that talks like that either.
“Excuse me, mister? Can I have that box right there, the black one?”
A box of those, that box right there, why am I using demonstrative pronouns? Condoms. I need condoms for sex. I’m going to have sex today. I’m a grown up now.
The thought gave her goose bumps. She was so ready for tonight, and so ready to be out of this store.
“Sure thing, flowers.” He stared directly at her bra as he said it, and raised his eyebrows to really drive the point home.
“You already working, or gettin’ ready for tonight?”
What is this creep talking about? I don’t like this anymore, I’ll just go the drugstore on the way home. I want to be out of here
“Nevermind, forget it.” She turned to walk out.
The Call-
Ray was snatched from his sleep by the sound of the desk phone ringing, and a shrieking voice from the radio.
“Detective Raymond…Detective Raymond, answer the phone!”
“Raymond here, yeah, hello…”
He listened as the dispatcher on the other end of the phone ruined his Saturday. A rape accuser, at Bellevue Memorial.
Just fucking great. Some junkie whore got stiffed by a dealer and is now crying rape to get back at him. Fuck it, I was going to go downtown to get my dick sucked anyway, might as well get this day started.
The Hospital-
When the automatic double doors of the ambulance bay slid open, Riya collapsed on the floor. Barefoot, bottomless, blood beginning to dry in reddish black streaks down her thighs. Her barely recognizable shirt was a filthy rag around her bruised neck. She no longer had the strength to try to cover her breasts. She lay on the cold tile floor, fully exposed, not believing it was over.
“Please…” was all she could manage in a horse whisper.
“What the fuck! I need some help over here!”
The nurses scrambled to her side, doing their best to not disturb the crime scene her body had been transformed into.
Ray walks into the lobby of the ER, and flashes his badge to the nurse behind the desk. He gives Ray a sad, concerned look, and points down the hallway. Starting to feel like there might actually be something serious going on here, Ray notices a hospital security guard and female nurse standing outside of a closed door, and approaches them solemnly.
“Afternoon, I’m Detective Raymond, what do we got?”
“Female, 18, sexual assault, she got beat up pretty bad too, no broken bones.”
“Does she know who did it?”
“We don’t ask those kinds of questions, that’s your job.”
“Did she say anything?”
“She asked us not to call her dad.”
“What kind of a state is she in? Can I talk to her?”
“She’s taking a shower, I’ll ask if she’s ready to talk.”
The nurse handed Ray the medical chart and went into the room. Riya, 18, he re-read the birthdate twice, wondering if it was a mistake, or if today was really her birthday. Vaginal, anal penetration, blunt force trauma to the head, bruises on neck and wrists, bite marks on both breasts…it went on and on. This guy had really worked her over.
“She says she can talk, but go easy, she’s still pretty weak.”.
Establish rapport-
He tapped gently on the door and waited for permission to enter, give the victim control whenever possible, he heard a faint ‘come in’ and slowly opened the door. Riya was sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but a hospital gown, white with thin blue stripes, it was made from the thinnest material possible and was all but transparent. Her dark skin and even darker nipples made seeing through it that much easier. Either she didn’t know, or didn’t care, but her firm, young breasts were basically completely visible. The mirror over the sink on the opposite side of the bed was reflecting her back. The nurse had obviously helped her tie the gown, but those things never fit right, and it was open all the way down the back, revealing the Y shape where her ass cheeks met. Ray imagined that he would be able to tell if her pussy was shaved when he got close enough, he was betting yes. But first you must create as much physical space between yourself and the victim as possible. Ray moved to the far corner of the room.
“Hello, my name is Detective Raymond.”
“Hello, I’m Riya.”
Jesus Christ that fucking accent! As if this girl isn’t hot enough, sitting there all exposed like that, I’m beginning to see what got this guy going.
“Riya, that’s not a common name, at least not around here.”
“No, it isn’t, my family is from India.”
“Yes, well it’s very nice.”
“Thank you.”
“Riya, can I get you anything, are you comfortable?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“Riya, I was looking at your chart before I came in, is today really your birthday?”
With everything that had happened to her, Riya had completely forgotten, her breakfast seemed like it was a thousand years ago, and her dinner date would never happen.
“Yep, I almost forgot. 18.”
“Riya, is there anyone we can call for you? Your parents, a friend, anyone?”
“No, please don’t.”
“Ok, whatever you say.”
Give the victim control whenever possible.
“May I ask you some questions about what happened today?”
“Yeah, sure, that’s why you’re here, right?”
Give the victim a sense of security.
“I’m here to help you in anyway that I can, and yes, I would like to catch the person responsible for this.”
Why is he standing all the way over there, it’s like he’s afraid of me or something, oh, right, because he’s a man and got (her mind refused to form the word raped) today.
“Detective Raymond, was it? Would you like to have a seat?”
He seems very nice, he must have children, a daughter I bet. I wonder if she is close to my age? I’m glad he’s here.
“Yes, thank you ”
He moved to the chair beside the bed that she gestured to, and made a point to check his theory as he got closer to her.
Fuck me, not only was I wrong, but that’s got to be a serious bush going on down there. I want to see it. Fuck, I’m getting a little hard, better sit down quick.
“Riya, we can stop whenever you want, you’re the boss, ok?”
“Ok.”
“Do you know the person who did this to you?”
“No, I’ve never seen him before in my life.”
“Do you remember anything about him, anything at all?”
“His name is Mason, or at least that’s what his name tag said.”
Make the victim feel confident, strong.
“That’s a very good detail to remember, that will be very helpful.”
She flashed back to him on top of her, legs spread, knees pushed up to her chest, his name tag hanging right in her face as he thrust and thrust inside of her, feeling like she was being torn apart.
“Anything else, what he looked like, maybe?”
“He was big, I don’t know how tall or anything like that, but really big, like way bigger than you.”
Is this bitch trying to say I’m small? I’ll show her big.
Ray’s cock continued to swell.
“Ok, that’s fine. Is there anything else you can remember, anything that might be helpful?”
“I’m pretty sure he stole my car, and my clothes.”
“Yeah…? What do you mean?”
“After…(he raped me, she couldn’t say it)…when it was over, I was looking for my shorts, and panties, and car keys, but I couldn’t find them anywhere. My clothes might be in the store somewhere, I can’t tell if I did a good job looking for them, but my car is definitely gone.”
“Thanks Riya, that’s very helpful.”
At this point, Ray steps out to call in an alert for the car, and he is supposed to call the big state hospital and have a phycologist come down and take her statement. But Ray wants to hear her tell it. He wants to watch the tears well up in her eyes as she describes her violation. He wants to record it. He wants to sit in the this room and stare at her tits while she relives it. She has no idea that this isn’t part of his job, that he has no authority to ask any of the questions he is going ask.
The Interview-
Ray sets his digital recorder on the rolling table next to the bed. He turns it on, and does the real preamble, names, date, time, do you consent to being recorded, the whole spiel.
“Do you think you can tell me what happened?”
“I stopped at a store, I went in to get….something….and he was behind the counter, and….”
Riya trailed off, it was the first time she had let the memory play in her mind.
“It’s ok, we can stop anytime you want, ok?”
“Ok”
“Do you know the name of the store? Have you ever been there before?”
“No, no, it’s close to here, I walked here after…it’s off of 11th street ”
Riya tried not to think about all the cars that passed her as she limped naked down the street.
How many people saw me, how many people saw me naked, on my birthday?
“I went in to the store, he was behind the counter, and I needed…
Just fucking say it already.
…condoms, and I had to ask him for them.”
Here comes the first hard question, ease her into it.
“Are you sexually active?”
Why the fuck does he need to know that?
“Why is that important?”
“They gathered forensic evidence, from you, your body, and we are going to use that evidence to identify the DNA of the person who did this. But if there is…any other…semen present inside of you, we would need to know whose it is, so we can rule them out.”
Semen present inside of you, both Ray’s and Riya’s minds went to almost the same place, for Ray, he was the one pumping his jizz into her, for Riya, it was Mason. She was surprised by how distinctly she felt him pulse, and throb, how she felt it spray inside of her, how warm it felt running out of her, how much of it there was.
“No, I’m not, not sexually active, I’ve never, I mean…I was a virgin.”
I’m not a virgin anymore…What is my dad going to think…That I’m worthless now…I am worthless now…I can’t tell him, he can never know about this…No one can…Never.
“It’s ok, Riya, do you want to stop?”
Look at her, dark skin, tight body, exotic accent, AND A VIRGIN, fuck, this guy hit the fucking jackpot, I would have really let go on her too, fuck!
“It’s ok, I’m fine. So, the condoms are behind the counter, so I had to ask him for them, and I think he thought I was a, um, prostitute, or something like that?
“Why would you say that?”
“He said something about working tonight, and was looking at the way I was dressed, and he called me some names…”
“What do you mean, the way you were dressed? What were you wearing?”
“T-shirt, shorts, sandals, nothing crazy.”
“Can you describe them, please.”
Does he think I invited this? I dressed trashy so it’s my fault, what the fuck is this!
“You’re not trying to say that I…, that this is my fault?
“No, not all, Riya, this is not your fault. I don’t think that, no one will think that. You said you think he might have taken your clothes when he left?”
“Yeah…?”
“When he find him, he will most likely still have them in his possession. And if we can link them back to you, it’s another piece of physical evidence. It helps with the case.”
He’s probably sniffing your panties before he cums in them. I know that’s what I would do with them.
“Oh, I see, I’m sorry, I just…I’m so…”
“There is nothing to be sorry about. You don’t have to apologize, your feelings are perfectly normal and justified. We can come back to the clothes later, it’s fine.”
“No, it’s fine, sorry, I was wearing a pink t-shirt, from the store PINK, you know, the nurse put it in a bag when she examined me. Jean shorts, cutoffs.”
“Do remember the brand or size?”
“Size 2, I don’t know where they were from.”
“And your undergarments?”
“Yeah, right, uh, my floral bra (Sure thing, flowers)…”
“The size, and brand?”
“Right, sorry, 34B, also from Pink.”
34B huh? I would have guessed C, but it’s hard to tell until you have them in your hands, in your mouth….bite marks on both breasts, I definitely would have too.
Ray let’s his eyes wander all over her breasts, trying to see the bite marks through the thin gown.
“And my panties, also pink, from Pink, extra small, low rise thong.”
Ray’s dick is as hard as it has ever been, thinking about pink cotton bunched up between her little brown ass cheeks. He looked back to her reflection in the mirror again, just to make sure he could still see her ass crease. This time he noticed the bruise that covered most of her back, and remembered the digital camera he kept in his bag.
Just play it cool, keep her talking, I might be able to get some pictures, she might be that stupid, but it’s too soon. Wait for it.
“So, you ask him for condoms….”
“Right, and he said something about working, or maybe called me a working girl, something like that, and I started to get a very creepy vibe, so I just turned to leave.”
Establish trust-
“I didn’t get to the door in time, but I didn’t know I needed to hurry, I didn’t think he was going to…”
There they were, the first tears, Ray just had to guide her through this first little wave, and she would go all the way.
“It’s ok, Riya, we don’t have to do anymore now, you’ve been so brave, so strong, we should just stop for a bit. Go on, have a rest. Let me get you something, some water, a warm tea?”
“Tea would be nice.”
“No problem.”
Ray left the room, and Riya walked over to the mirror, looking at herself, really, for the first time today.
You can see it on me, the filth, the shame, how unclean and unfit I am now. My father will see it. Every man I will ever meet will see it. I’m worthless now, defiled, it’s no wonder he kept calling me a whore, he could see it too. The only person who doesn’t see it is this Detective. Detective Raymond. He’s a nice man, so sincere and patient. I’m so glad he’s here.
Ray returned with two steaming cups, a chamomile tea for her and black coffee with a splash of Early Times for himself. She was standing in front of the mirror, still looking at herself when Ray entered the room. Standing, draped loosely in a see thru gown, Ray could see the outline of her entire body for the first time. She was a little on the short side, but toned. He could see the apple shape of her ass, and he knew it would be firm, still tight in spite of the pounding it had taken earlier today. He wanted it, bad.
Riya took the tea from Ray as she positioned herself back on the bed, showing her whole world to him as she crossed and re-crossed her legs, trying to find a comfortable way to sit on her sore bottom.
“I just want to say thank you, for being so gentle and patient with me, you’re a saint.”
Gentle, we’ll see about that, I wonder what it sounds like when she screams with that accent.
“No, Riya, please, you’ve been so strong, and so patient, I’m just doing my best to help you.”
She smiled at him, it was a faint, tiny thing, but he saw it, and he knew he had her.
“Do you think we can continue? Would that be alright with you?”
The Rape-
“You said you got a bad feeling, and tried to leave?”
“Yeah, I turned, and walked towards the door, I had no idea he was going to come after me, I would have ran, I would have tried harder to get away.”
“It’s not your fault, how could you have known?”
“Right, so, he was just all of the sudden right behind me, out of nowhere, and he grabbed me, on my arm, and called me a name, and told me not to turn my back on him.”
“What did he call you?”
“A whore…”
She answered without thinking about it, it just came out of her mouth.
“I jerked away, but he grabbed me again, by my neck, and then I guess he threw me down, I don’t really remember exactly what happened or how, but my next clear memory, I’m on my back, on the floor, and he is on top of me, there was so much pain in my shoulders, and the back of my head. I couldn’t move, or think, or anything.”
She wasn’t crying again, but was close, it seemed like she was reliving the pain everytime she closed her eyes.
“Riya, are you ok? Do we need to stop again?”
“He was so big, and so strong, and I was fighting as hard as I could, and I was so helpless, so useless, I couldn’t do anything.”
“It’s ok now, you are safe here.”
“He put his hand under my shirt, and grabbed my bra, right in the middle, and just snatched it off. The straps cut into my shoulders, see?”
She slid the gown off of her shoulders, showing Ray the red marks left by the straps. Ray knew then that she would let him take pictures of her, he had to fight the smile that was forming.
“He put his forearm across my chest, pinning me down, and grabbing my breast at the same time. He broke the button and zipper on my shorts, he just snatched them, and they were down to my ankles, I was kicking, and twisting, and I just couldn’t move, I couldn’t get away.”
“Where abouts in the store were you when this was happening?”
“Right in the middle of the floor, right in front of the entrance.”
I bet the surveillance camera caught it all! I’m going to get that tape.
“Is that where the assault happened?”
“Yeah, that’s where he….raped me”
“Riya, you don’t have to describe that part, it’s not necessary, but, when it comes time for sentencing, the more severe the assault was, the longer he will spend in jail. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I think.”
“If you aren’t sure, we can just leave it out, we don’t have to…”
“No, I’m just not sure what you need to know, like what kind of stuff…”
“Oh, I see, like where did he penetrate you? How many times? Did he say anything to you? Things like that. But it is completely up to you.”
“He penetrated me everywhere, and…”
“I’m sorry, Riya, what do you mean by everywhere, can you be more specific?”
“Yeah, I guess, um, my vagina, and my…butt, I don’t know the medical term, anus, rectum…”
“Ok, that’s fine, did he ejaculate inside of you?”
“Yes.”
“In both your vagina and butt?”
Riya almost smiled, almost giggled at this detective saying butt to her, then she remembered how impossibly large he felt in her ass. How she wished he would cum again so maybe he would stop.
“Yes, in both my vagina and butt.”
“Thank you, Riya, that must have been very difficult for you to say.”
“Yeah, it’s ok…”
“What happened after, after he finished?”
After he finished fucking the shit out of you.
“I think he was going to kill me, and decided not to, or thought he had ”
“What?”
“He was choking me, while he was doing it, and when he finished, after he ejaculated the second time, he just kept choking me. So I kind of made my body go limp, and tried to hold my breath, make it seem like I wasn’t breathing anymore. And he just stopped, got up, spit on me, and left.”
“Did he say anything to you? Did he ever threaten your life?”
“No, I mean, yeah, he said all kinds of stuff to me. But nothing about wanting to kill me or anything.”
“What kinds of things did he say?”
“Is pretty bad language, is it going to be ok?” She indicated the digital recorder when she said this.
“Yes, Riya, it’s fine, whatever you feel comfortable saying.”
“He called me a whore, a fucking worthless whore. A dumb cunt. A stupid bitch, a stupid bitch with a tight little pussy. He said he would break me in real good.”
The second time-
“Ok, Riya, that’s fine. I think I have all I need here, we just have a few more things to do, for the police report, and I will leave you alone.”
Riya didn’t like the sound of that, alone, she wanted him to stay, she felt safe when he was in the room.
“Ok, what else?”
“I just need to get a few pictures, for the police report.”
“The nurse took a whole bunch already, why do you need more?”
“Those are for your medical report, and because of patient privacy laws, no else can access them. We wouldn’t be able to use them during the trial. But, if we had some in your police report, we could use those.”
“Like, other people would see them? I don’t know…”
“I would just need some of the bruises, the scratches, things that show the violent nature of the crime. It would help during the trial. And your face wouldn’t be in them, or I would blur it out. It’s not completely necessary. We probably have enough to build a decent case, it’s ok, let’s just forget about it. It’s not absolutely necessary.”
“You would take the pictures?”
“Yes, I would, right now, if you consented. It’s completely up to you. You’re the boss.”
“Ok.”
“Ok? Are you sure? You can take some time, think it through, I’m not rushing you.”
“Yeah, it’s fine, let’s just do it, get it over with.”
“Ok, as long as you are ok with it.”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
Ray carefully, and methodically photographed her neck, wrists, legs, and anything else not covered by the gown.
“Riya, could you show me the marks from your bra strap again?”
“Yeah.”
She slid the gown off of her shoulders, and Ray clicked more and more pictures.
“Could I maybe get some of your back?”
“Yeah, but you will have to help me with strings back there?”
“Ok, you don’t mind if I untie them?”
“No, go ahead.”
She turned, and moved her hair out of the way. Ray carefully, making sure not to touch her if he didn’t have to, untied the back of her hospital gown.
“Can you just open the back up, maybe off your shoulders, or something, I don’t want to…”
“It’s ok Detective Raymond, open it how you need to, I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
He opened the back of the gown, and let it slip off of her shoulders, if she hadn’t been holding it against her chest, it would have fallen to the floor. He stepped back, to get her whole body in the shot, and then moved in closer, and closer.
Jesus Christ, I can’t believe she’s going for this. I bet I can get a shot of that bush.
“Your chart mentioned bite marks, on both of your breasts?”
“Yeah, my nipples are still pretty swollen. Do you need pictures of those too?”
“If you consent, it would be very valuable, for your case.”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
And just like that, she turned, and lowered her gown, exposing her B cup sized breasts and dark, swollen nipples. Ray was no longer trying to hide his erection, he was fixed on how far he could take this, and she was still covering her pussy with the gown in her hands.
“Now, I just need a few more, of your vagina, and anus, but it’s not completely necessary. We can stop right here.”
Up to this point, all the pictures Ray had taken were the same as the ones the nurse had taken. But she didn’t ask for ass and vagina pictures. Riya felt a little strange, the same kind of creepy feeling she had gotten in the store, but she trusted Detective Raymond. He knew what he was doing, she was still safe.
“No, it’s ok, go ahead.”
“Are you sure, we don’t have to…”
“Yeah, it’s fine. What do I need to do, how do you want me?”
This stupid bitch. Oh my god, this is too fucking easy. Dumb cunt is right.
“If you could just lay down, on your back, and spread your legs nice and wide.”
Riya did as he asked, and the feeling grew, she felt more uneasy. And he was awfully close to her with that camera.
“Now, if you could just, sort of, I don’t know a nice way to say it Riya, can you spread your lips open?”
This felt very strange, and completely unnecessary, but Riya didn’t know what was normal. She ignored her feelings and kept doing what he asked.
“Just a few of your back side, and we will be done.”
“Ok.”
“Can you get on your knees, facing away from me?”
“Like this?”
“Yes, now bend over at your waist, until your head is all the way down on the bed.
“Like this?”
There was doubt in her voice, Ray thought he had pushed too far when he asked her to spread open her pussy. But he couldn’t stop now, he wouldn’t stop now.
“Can you reach your arms back, and spread your cheeks open your me, I just need a clear shot.”
“Yeah, ok, like this?”
She was almost crying again.
“Yeah, just like that.”
Ray had forgotten about the camera, he was stroking his dick through his slacks, staring her spread open for him, waiting for him.
She’s not this stupid, she knows what she’s doing, she’s asking for it. Face down, ass up, spread wide open for me. Go ahead. Do it, I bet she’s wet. I bet this stupid little whore is wet, waiting for you to fuck her.
The tears were flowing in full rivers, she wanted to be up, dressed, in real clothes, she wanted to be covered, protected, she didn’t like being this exposed in front of him.
I need to cover up, before he sees it too. I can’t let him see my shame, my humiliation, how dirty I am, how worthless I am. I must look like a whore, on my knees with my ass spread open for him. I just hope he doesn’t see it.
Ray reached his hand under her, and ran his fingers through her bulky mound of pubic hair. He tugged on it, he let his fingers wander all over her pussy. She wasn’t wet, but that no longer mattered. He wasn’t even aware that he had done it, but Ray had his dick out, and he was stroking it, while he forced his thumb into her still sore pussy. Riya was sobbing, because she knew what he was about to do, because she thought she deserved it.
Now everyone can see me, what I am, worthless.
Ray was inside of her now. Pumping away with all his power, trying to top her experience from earlier that day.
“Say it! Say it like you mean it!”
“I’m a worthless whore!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xq5rnk/twice_because_its_her_birthday_18rapetrigger