I woke up with a groan, my hand flying to my eyes as the morning sun washed over my face, waking me from my deep slumber. My muscles ached with an unfamiliar throb, protesting violently as I tried to sit up against the headboard.
Wait. Headboard? My thoughts froze up, my eyes widening in shock as memories from last night smashed into me like a freight train, making goose bumps wash over my naked flesh. The man appeared in my minds eye, his face shrouded in mystery but the mark of his body strewn painfully all over my skin.
My hands glided over the bruises he left, the marks of his fingers trailed from my perky breasts down to the junction of my thighs. An exceedingly harsh ache emanated from my core, proof that my molester was indeed a very gifted man.
My hand trembled as I glided it down my stomach, parting my thighs so I could inspect the damage with my fingertips. A loud hiss escaped my lips, my hand instantly jerking away from where it touched my abused pussy.
Pussy. A blush spread over my cheeks as the word echoed in my head, that's what he had called it. I lay still after realising that last night did, in fact, happen. I'm no longer a virgin.
I sat up with a heavy intake of breath, ignoring the bubble of nausea in my stomach and the zap of pain from my well exercised muscles. The room was quiet, no clear sign of the man could be found as I scanned the room for any evidence.
My mother's jewellery lay glittering in the morning sun as the light fell on the dresser through the open window, another sign that the man was telling the truth last night.
"Instead of jewels, I found a young barely dressed girl passed out on a couch, her ripe little body draped over the cushions in such a naughty and provocative fashion. I just couldn't resist myself, little girl. I have to have you, I NEED to have you. I will have you."
His words made another blush bloom on my cheeks, a frown of shame scrunching up my forehead as my pussy throbbed. He did have me, and he took me with a vengeance.
I slowly rose to my feet, my legs almost buckling under my weight, and wrapped my mother's nearby bath robe around my shoulders. I limped to the bathroom, my skin itching as the dried fluid between my thighs flaked off with my movement.
I hurried my pace, the cum caking my skin creating a desperate need to wash myself; to wash off the desire that still coated me. The shower was the first thing I attacked, my hands turned the taps with such anger as if they were the ones who defiled me.
I did not care if the scalding water burned me to a crisp as I stepped under the harsh spray, the bathrobe laying forgotten at the shower door. I scrubbed for all I was worth, my skin turning an angry shade of red with the combined efforts of the burning water and my feverish scrubbing.
I felt cleaner as the soap bubbled up my skin, but the ache in my core still throbbed with every movement. My hand moved down to my pussy for the second time today, but this time I didn't pull away, instead I clenched my jaw and pushed a soapy finger into the tender hole.
The pain almost overwhelmed me as I moved and wriggled my finger, doing my best to clean the seed he had sown in me. I gripped the shower wall, steadying myself as my legs trembled in pain.
A newly introduced sensation creeped up on me, a strangely pleasurable burn pushed through the pain and settled in the pit of my stomach like a coiled snake. My eyes closed as my mouth fell open, a small gasp leaving my lips as my legs trembled for a completely different reason.
Pleasure ebbed between my legs, drowning out the pain as my finger rubbed harder in a frantic effort to reach the same sensations I felt last night. I finally gave up with an irritated groan, failing to stimulate myself as the man had.
I ripped my hand from my pussy with a startled gasp, realising that a yearning had been awoken in me.
"Damn it, Anna! He raped you, you can't desire more!"
I hated myself for the hunger that burned under my skin, even as I scolded myself I yearned for him to take me again.
After getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a panda tank top, I sat cross legged on my bed, hugging my kitty pillow as I dialled my dad's number. The phone buzzed against my ear, panic slowly growing in my chest.
"Anna, how are you baby girl?"
The strong voice of my dad filtered through my phone speaker, causing an immediate rush of emotion to bloom in my chest. A tear fell down my cheek as I hesitated, and finally replied in a trembling voice.
"Daddy?"
The line was silent for a moment as I heard an intake of breath.
"Baby girl, what happened?"
His concerned voice held a desperate tone as he waited for my reply, the faint voice of my mother in the background making me smile grimly.
"Nothing happened. I just, Daddy, please come get me? I can't stay here alone, please?"
I heard them talking in the background, their voices sounding worried.
"Anna, baby girl, I'll get the earliest flight and come get you. Pack your things, I'll be there by tonight, then we are catching a flight back tomorrow morning."
I smiled as relieve filled me, knowing that I won't be alone again tonight.
"Yes Sir, thank you. I'll be ready."
We hung up the phone and I jumped to action. I still needed to clean the mess in my parent's bedroom and the shattered window needed to be replaced. I also need to pack my bags!
I sat on the couch, snuggled close to my dad as we watched a movie. After the phone call I searched online for a window repairing business, and luckily stumbled upon a number that offered same day service.
As the advertisement stated, the repairman showed up and fixed the window for a very reasonable price. My parent's bedroom was all cleaned up, the sheets changed and the washed sheets hanged up to dry.
My ripped clothes were thrown in a black plastic bag and disposed of in the dumpster outside, thus all evidence from last night was washed clean from the house before my dad's arrival.
He hadn't questioned me about not wanting to be alone at home, but simply embraced me when he arrived and gave a tender kiss to my forehead.
The next morning we headed to the airport, my father still oblivious as to what had transpired the very first night of their absence. The weather forecast warned of a big storm hitting a wide stretch of the country, but our flight was luckily not delayed due to the dark clouds that ominously covered the horizon.
The flight went unhindered, the plane only coated in a light layer of rain when we landed at our destination. We got off the plane and headed into the airport to grab our luggage and eat a quick lunch before starting the six hour drive to the resort where the business meetings were to be held for the next week.
In the time we had lunch and collected our luggage, the weather took a turn for the worse. Upon exiting the airport and driving out of the large underground parking space with the rented car, a violent storm had enveloped the area with rain and harsh winds.
The air was alive with lightning, the car windows slightly vibrating every time thunder crashed in the clouds.
"Sir, is it safe to drive in the storm?"
My dad glanced at me, a faint trace of worry glimmering in his gaze.
"If it gets any worse I won't drive, we can pull over at a hotel or something and wait out the storm."
