DAD LIKES YOU [MxF: rape, anal, oral]

‘You’re a beautiful young lady.’

Roger beamed, stepping forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. The gesture was swift but for a moment, he was way too close to me. To the point where I could feel the brush of his semi erect penis, resting against my thigh, through my thin summer dress.

It was inappropriate and I was left biting my lip, feeling incredibly awkward. When he pulled away, I could feel his saliva coating my skin. I resisted the urge to wipe my cheek, concealing my feelings of disgust behind a polite smile as I stood on the doorstep beside my new boyfriend, Chris. We were visiting his parents at their country house.

Well, *parent.*

‘My parents got divorced five years ago.’

Chris had explained earlier that day, in the long drive over. We were staying the weekend. I had only been dating Chris for a couple of months before he suggested meeting his dad. I had butterflies in my tummy when he had asked me. Most guys would balk at the idea of taking a girl home to meet the parents so soon. I took it as a sign that he was serious about me.

DIRTY HOLE [MxF: rape, abuse, piss]

I was out with my friends at some club. It was Friday night and we had all just finished our final nursing exams. We wanted to let our hair down and have a good time. As I’m usually in my student nursing uniform, it felt good to be able to slip into a tiny dress. It was low cut, showing ample cleavage. The hem reached my mid thigh and if I twirled fast enough on the dance floor, I’m sure anyone watching would have been able to see a flash of my lace panties. I could tell I was attracting attention as I moved in time with the music, swaying my hips to the beat. I ignored all the stares. Tonight, it was just me and my friends. It was our celebration.

‘Take off your panties.’

Later that night, I’m in a completely different situation. I’m alone, pushed up against the wall. I’m trying to remember what happened, how I got here … but it’s fuzzy. I’m breathing hard, trying to keep calm as I study the man standing in front of me. He’s big, broad shouldered and he has his hand resting warningly against my throat. I have never seen him before. A stranger was keeping me hostage in a foul smelling cubicle in the men’s room of a night club.