"What the hell?" Rachel mumbled groggily, her eyes snapping open to the unfamiliar darkness of the room. Her heart hammered in her chest like a caged animal desperately seeking escape. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, trying to piece together the fragments of the night.
Above her, the silhouette of a man loomed, his breaths hot and heavy, his body moving rhythmically. Rachel's sleep-addled mind took a moment to process the situation before the horror crashed over her like a cold wave. "No!" she screamed, her voice raw and desperate as she realized what was happening. Her legs were splayed open, and she could feel the intrusion of something hard and foreign inside her.
Panic surged through her veins like liquid fire, and she attempted to push him away, but her limbs felt like lead. The man, whoever he was, was too strong. He didn't stop, didn't acknowledge her protest, just kept pushing deeper, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. Rachel's eyes stung with unshed tears, and she bit her lip to muffle the sound of her distress. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was hurting her.
Her body, seemingly of its own accord, began to react to the unwelcome intrusion. A whimper escaped her throat, and she felt a hot, shameful wetness begin to build between her legs. Rachel's mind was screaming in denial, but her body was a traitor, responding to the primal instinct to survive, to accommodate, even as she willed it to fight back. Each thrust sent a jolt of pain and unwanted pleasure through her, a sickening cocktail that made her stomach churn.
The room around her was a blur, her focus solely on the monster above her, his hips slamming into hers with a force that threatened to break her in two. She could feel his weight pressing her into the mattress, his hands gripping her thighs like steel vices. Rachel's fingernails dug into the bed, desperately searching for something to cling to, a lifeline in this nightmare she couldn't wake from. His movements grew more erratic, his breaths more ragged, and Rachel knew he was close to climax.
"Please, stop," she whispered, the words barely escaping her constricted throat. It was a plea, a prayer, a scream silenced by the weight of his body and the fear that clawed at her insides. But he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. If anything, he went faster, harder, as if driven by some sadistic force beyond his control. Rachel's eyes searched the darkness for something, anything, to fixate on, but found only shadows that danced on the walls with each sickening thrust.
Her own breaths grew shallow, her chest tightening with the effort of holding back the sobs that wanted to break free. The pain was unbearable, but the fear was worse. Who was he? Why was he doing this? The questions swirled in her mind like a tornado, tearing through the last shreds of her composure. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the coarse hair of his chest brushing against hers, and she wanted to gag. The smell of his sweat mixed with the musky scent of sex filled her nostrils, making her stomach lurch.
Without warning, he reached up and tore the fabric of her dress, the sound of ripping material piercing the quiet of the night. Rachel's eyes widened in horror as she felt the cool air kiss her bare skin. Her breasts were exposed to his gaze, the weight of them bouncing slightly with each punishing thrust. The man groaned, his grip on her thighs tightening even more, and Rachel's mind reeled with the humiliation of it all.
He leaned down, his hot, wet mouth closing around her nipple. Rachel's body jolted at the sudden sensation, a scream caught in her throat. He sucked hard, the pull sending a bolt of sensation straight to her core, and she realized with dawning disgust that she could feel her body responding, betraying her once again. He squeezed her breast, his hand rough and calloused, kneading it like a piece of dough. The pleasure was unwanted, a traitorous spark in the abyss of fear and pain, but it was there, undeniable. Rachel's nails dug deeper into the mattress, her body taut as a bowstring.
The man's teeth grazed her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Rachel's eyes squeezed shut as she tried to block out the feeling of his mouth on her body, the sound of his wet, obscene noises. She focused on the pain instead, the way her legs burned with every movement, the sting of his fingers digging into her thighs. She needed something to anchor herself to reality, to remind herself that she hadn't slipped into some twisted fantasy from which she couldn't escape.
With a sudden, brutal motion, he pulled out of her and shifted his weight, repositioning himself. Rachel felt the head of his erection press against her lips, and she knew what he wanted. She wanted to scream, to fight, but the fear had turned her limbs to water. Her jaw clenched, she waited for the inevitable, her stomach roiling with nausea.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. She could see his face now, a twisted mask of lust and anger, his eyes gleaming with something that made her blood run cold. "Open your mouth," he growled, the words a command that brooked no argument. Rachel's eyes filled with tears, but she obeyed, parting her lips slightly.
The tip of his erection pushed against her, and she tasted the bitter tang of his pre-cum. Rachel's stomach churned, but she knew better than to resist. He shoved himself inside her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening. Rachel gagged, her eyes watering as she tried to adjust to the intrusion. His cock was thick and hot, filling her mouth completely, leaving no room for anything else. She could feel his pulse, the steady throb of his arousal that seemed to match the hammering of her own heart.
He began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he fucked her mouth with the same brutal rhythm he'd used earlier. Rachel's jaw ached, her throat burned, but she didn't dare to fight back. Each time she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she'd gasp for air, only for him to slam back into her, cutting off her breath. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the feeling of the cool pillow beneath her head, the only source of comfort in this hellish moment.
Her chest heaved with the effort of trying to breathe around the thickness of his cock, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled shallow breaths through her nose. Rachel's eyes bulged, her throat straining to accommodate his relentless assault. The salty taste of him filled her mouth, coating her tongue, and she felt bile rising. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her gag reflex at bay, not wanting to give him any more power over her.
The man's grunts grew louder, more animalistic, and Rachel knew he was close to climax. The thought of him finishing inside her mouth was almost too much to bear, and she felt a tear slip down her cheek, tracing a hot path to her jaw. She wanted it to be over, needed it to end. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for something, anything that could help her, but the darkness was absolute.
Suddenly, she felt his hand move from her hair to between her legs. His fingers, rough and calloused, found her wetness, and she realized with a mix of disgust and fear that she had betrayed herself again. He stroked her clit with a cruel precision that sent a bolt of pleasure through her body, despite her revulsion. Rachel's eyes widened, and she whimpered, the sound muffled by his cock.
The sensation was too much, a war between the pain and the unwanted pleasure. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and he took it as a sign of encouragement, his strokes becoming faster, more deliberate. Rachel's body was torn between the desire to fight and the need to survive, to find some semblance of control in this violation. His touch sent waves of agony and ecstasy through her, and she hated herself for the way she was reacting, for the way her body was responding to his cruel ministrations.
With a final, brutal thrust, he pulled his cock from her mouth, and Rachel gasped for air, her throat raw and sore. She choked, trying to regain her breath, her eyes never leaving his face. His expression was one of triumph, a sadistic smile playing on his lips as he watched her struggle. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "You like it," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. Rachel's eyes widened in horror as she felt him positioning himself between her legs again.
The tip of his erection nudged at her entrance, and she felt a fresh wave of fear wash over her. Her body was still tender from his earlier assault, and she knew she couldn't take much more. She tried to squeeze her legs shut, but he was too strong, forcing them apart with ease. He didn't wait for permission, didn't bother to prep her again. He simply pushed inside her, his cock sliding in with a sickening ease that made Rachel want to retch.
"Please," she choked out, her voice a mere whisper. "I can't... I can't bare it more." Her words were a plea, a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control. But he just chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming in the faint moonlight that filtered through the curtains. He enjoyed her pain, she realized, and the thought made her stomach twist into a knot of despair.
Ignoring her protests, the man leaned down and took one of her bare breasts into his mouth, his teeth grazing her nipple. Rachel gasped as he sucked hard, the sensation sending a bolt of painful pleasure through her body. He was like a beast, feasting on her fear, her vulnerability. She felt his hand move to her other breast, his thumb teasing the tight bud of her nipple. Rachel's body responded despite herself, her breath hitching, her heart racing.
Her eyes remained on his face, watching the malicious smile that grew wider as he felt her body betray her. He knew the effect he had on her, knew she was close to the edge, and he reveled in it. Rachel's thoughts were a tornado of emotions - anger, fear, disgust, and a deep, burning hatred for this monster who had invaded her sanctity. But she also felt a twisted curiosity, a need to understand why her body was reacting this way.
"I'm dying, please stop," Rachel managed to murmur, her voice trembling with the effort of speaking around the lump in her throat. The words hung in the air between them, a desperate cry for mercy that was met with only a derisive laugh. He pushed harder and harder, his hips a relentless piston that drove him deeper and deeper into her soul. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
And then, a sliver of moonlight pierced the gloom, illuminating his face. Rachel's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the cruel grin that was so similar yet so vastly different from her fiancée. It was her brother-in-law, Alex.