*MATURE CONTENT*
Vase P.O.V
I just laid on the soft blanket. I must have dozed off for a few moments. I kept thinking about my family. I kept thinking that even if I was allowed to go home, what would I go home to? I sat up and glanced around the dark room. There was a light on the wide dresser with the mirror on it. I got up weakly almost falling several times. I couldn't hold the tears back anymore and silently wept as I got closer to it. I leaned on the hard word and sadly didn't want to have to look at myself. But I did it anyway. I wanted to see what I looked like. I wanted to see if I look like a woman-no a girl that had just lost it all. As I looked up I heard the door open to my right. I didn't try to see him come in.
My face was wet but my brown eyes look almost sunken into my head. My once brown skin was now dark with mascara running down it. My hair was everywhere and pretty nappy. I put my hands on the mirror and turned to walk off. Except I ran right into that stankin ass breath again.
Mace.
I backed up but only a little because my ass bumped against the dresser. "I'm not in the mood for your shit. Please just leave me alone." I tried to plead, I really just didn't have the strength.
"Baby girl don't cry this will all be over in a little bit." He reached out to touch my face with those grubby ass hands of his. I turned my head away from him. I tried to push past him and he put both hands on the side of my face and smashed his crusty lips to mine. Instantly the smell hit my nose and I felt the wetness from his tongue rubbing my lips. I used all the strength I had and pushed him again. This time he moved back to steady his self.
I puked. All over my shoes the floor. I started dry heaving and tried pushing my air out of my face. I swayed on my feet for a moment. That man stunk so bad he made me feel drunk, it was nasty! He grabbed me by my arm and pulled me against him again. I started swinging, hitting him, kicking. If this motherfucka wanted a fight I damn sure would be the one to give him one. I hit him in the stomach, kicked at him, " I just lost my brother! I lost my mom! I've lost everything I've ever had because of you, you piece of SHIT! Just get out and leave me alone!"
SLAP! I got light headed for a moment and fell into his arms. My face burned and I could have sworn I seen stars floating above my head. I couldn't concentrate for a few moments. He drug me to the bed and even though I tried to fight, I was so confused I didn't have any strength. He slapped me again. This time I felt a burn on my lip and the throbbing pain from my face, instantly giving me a headache. I moaned out loud as he tied my hands to something above my head and then separated my legs and tied them each to a post. I tried to sit my head up and look to see what was going on but my head started pounding. "What do you want?" I finally managed to get out.
"All I ever wanted was to talk to you. I never wanted to hurt you beautiful. I just wanted you all to myself." He climbed on the bed and started to undo my jeans. I tried to move my legs but they were tied to the post and he laid his belly on my right leg. I was about to scream out for someone to help me but something soft was shoved into my mouth and I about gagged from it. Then he pressed what felt like some duct tape around it. Keeping it in my mouth! I threw up but since it was being blocked it went back down. My head was then tilted up against a pillow. The taste stayed in my mouth and the puke continued to come up but I pushed it back down.
He slipped my jeans down to my ankles and straddled both of my legs. What the hell are you doing? I screamed against the tape. I tried yanking my arms and that still didn't work. He started lifting my half shirt and I panicked. Tears flowed from my eyes and I couldn't tell if it was because i was hurting myself pulling on my arms and legs, or just because this nasty fat thing was on me. I screamed and cried against the restraints.
He pinched my nipple and started kissing my neck. Someone please make him stop! STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE! Why me?
He smiled at me. " You smell so good. Don't cry, it'll feel good baby I promise." His stanking mouth was on mine again. (Thank God for the tape) I tried to buck my hips to make him roll off me. Nothing happened.
He moved his hands lower and grabbed on top my underwear and started to pull them down. I clamped my legs together and still struggled against the restraints. He licked from my belly down lower. I tried to knee his ass in the face but he held me down and slid a knife out from behind his back.
Defeated. I just let my head fall back and stopped moving as he slid the knife between my thigh and underwear. "Move again baby and I'll have to cut your pretty skin." The smile on his face made me think he was mad. It was a genuine love smile, the one that makes you look like a love struck puppy? Something with wrong with his ass and if he let me up after this, I was killing his ass. I have been through way too much to take anymore. And after losing my family, I was going to lose my virginity to a fat, stanking, ugly, yellow teeth, foul mouth, big ass-
He climbed off my legs and stood up for a moment, " Gotta take my pants off sugar. That way I can get in between those pretty folds you have there. I can just smell the flowers coming off it. You ate any pineapples lately?" He chuckled to his self. He pulled his pants down but couldn't quite get the pants to come off from around his feet. All I could see was his belly hanging down and is off yellow draws with spots in them. I tried to scoot away as he sat next to my stomach and placed the knife right next to my hand. He's a damn fool is all I could think. If I could just move my fingers a little bit more I could grab the knife!
He bent down to try and get the pants leg from around his shoe. That didn't work, so he had to bend over and take his shoe off. His big greasy hairy ass crack showed and I tried not to look as he struggled. I stretched my hands out and he tried the other foot. I quickly tried to whimper and act like I wouldn't do anything.
He looked over at me, " Almost done baby this left leg is just hard sometimes. I'ma show yo fine ass how you suppose to get it girl!" He bent over to the right side of his left leg and turned his hand. This was it! I stretched as far as I could towards the right upper side of the bed to grab that damn knife. I touched the hilt and just as I grabbed it and scooted it closer to cup it completely in my hand. This fat fuck snatched the knife away!
He had this hiccuped kind of laugh, "You thought you'd be able to get that huh baby? Girl the things I'm going to do to you." He licked his lips. He stood up off the bed and snatched off his shirt. He stood before me completely naked. Except you couldn't see anything. I mean nothing! His belly was so huge that it completely covered the the little thing up. It was so funny if I didn't have the tape on I might have busted out laughing in his face. The tears kept coming from my eyes but he didn't notice that I was laughing and not crying.
He straddled my legs and i could feel his dirty legs on mine. I tried to squirm. Tired to just pray that this nasty stanking man would just die from the excitement and fall to the floor but my prayers weren't answered.
He licked my neck and breasts and continued to grind against my legs. It was so horrible to be violated like this. I couldn't breath either because all of his weight was on me. He humped my legs as I clamped them tight as I could for them to be tied down still. Then his hand started to rub on the hair on my lower parts. I tried to head butt him, kick, flip, turn, hell anything! Nothing worked.
He rubbed it. Touched the inner folds. This was an act I wanted to keep for my future husband. This was what would set me apart when I finally got on my own. He rubbed it hastily and the pulled his finger to his nose to smell. As he inhaled he closed his eyes and stuck his fingers in his mouth. I turned not only from the smell coming from his mouth but because that was plain nasty!
I just shuddered. I was going to lose everything to this fat nasty stanking ass man. I would probably contact some HIV or AIDs and die because he was so unsanitary! He licked down my stomach and his mouth rubbed against my mound. He licked and rubbed, bounced his head like he was doing something. The whole time I kept my thighs clamped as hard as I could. He couldn't touch IN it with them like this. All of a sudden he looked up at me and slide the knife to my neck. He pressed it a little harder and I could feel the meat barely slice. "Open them." I hesitated and he pressed the knife to my neck again.
"OPEN THEM NOW!" And slapped me across the face with his open hand. I got confused again. The pain rushing in from all sides. I just kept crying. This was the day I lost it all. He climbed on top and pushed his belly on mine. His thing was so little it just barely got to the lips (not in tho) and he started humping me. He was 'ooing' and 'ow-ing', moaning, licking my breasts and pulling my hair. He thought he was doing something. Ha!
I was completely grossed out. He was horrible and his thing wasn't even big enough to penetrate me. I could barely breathe from his weight, but it was better than having his thing in me! I just laid there and didn't move. I didn't want it to 'accidentally ' get there. All of sudden he sat up and starting climbing up my body. He snatched the tape from my mouth and pulled what looked like a damn sock from my mouth! I coughed and the returning taste of dirt and puke started to come up again. He tried to lift his stomach and then i realized what he was trying to do. I screamed! And shook. And cried and tried to get away again. He pinched both of my cheeks together and tried to get closer.
This time with his free hand he put the knife next to my throat again, "Open your mouth and if you bite me I'll kill you dead." My eyes were wide open looking down at his stomach and I started to itch my teeth apart. He still held on to my cheeks but put the knife down so that he can hold his stomach up. I looked down at the little thing. It was no bigger than my thumb! It looked funny like one of the ones you see in the Sex Ed books about NOT doing because they are not normal! And he wanted to put it in my mouth? He scooted closer applying more pressure to my chest and his funky scent taking my breath away. He leaned down over me and held his stomach up, "Open your mouth now! Come on baby...open-"
POW! Something punched him so hard his knee hit me in the nose and he fell over towards the other side of the bed. I dazed in and out of consciousness as I saw whoever jump on him and start hitting him repeatedly. I was slipping away when I felt the hands on my stomach and rub my legs. Dear God twice in one day.