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February 24, 2015, 09:41:48 PM

Offline Valfreyja

WARNINGYou must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex. This story will contain scenes of rape and physical violence. If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is all fiction and no characters in it are meant to resemble any real person.  If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy.  In addition, although persons of distinct nationalities, ethnicities, cultures or religions may be portrayed, no offense is meant to anyone

This is the first story I've posted here and I'm really nervous so be nice... Please?

The waves crashed against the small crowded wooden boat. Najeeba shuddered against the cold spray and crashing waves. Two men bailed quickly as a mother held her baby close in a futile attempt to protect it from the cold and wet. Najeeba looked out over the empty ocean with hope of getting a glimpse of the land she’d been promised passage to. It had been such a long journey already and thoughts of home took hold in Najeeba’s mind. She will never forget the day she kissed her family goodbye to embark on this voyage. It was a gripping moment as none of them knew when, if ever, they would be reunited. Najeeba hoped they would be joining her soon. Najeeba closed her eyes and tried to doze off again for the umpteenth time.

The midday sun beamed hot straight down onto her dark skin. A cry of joy woke Najeeba from her light rest to see one of the passengers pointing. She rubbed her blurry eyes and followed his finger. A glimmer of land on the horizon had everyone in a frenzy. A tingle of excitement went through Najeeba as the coast began to stretch unendingly before her and individual trees could be picked out in the distance. A cheer rang out as, by evening, the boat hit the beach. Najeeba stood carefully and stepped out, her bare feet bathed in the cold water and sand wriggling between her toes.

Najeeba was unnerved by the welcoming party that stood waiting on the beach. She hadn’t been told that anyone would be waiting and she feared they were the authorities come to send her back. Anything but that. She prayed silently. She looked around for the other passengers as she was ushered into a van but they were nowhere to be seen. Unease turned to dread as the van turned up a dark dirt road. The uneven surface should have made it near impossible to doze but her travels had left her exhausted. Slowly she drifted into a deep sleep.

Najeeba jerked awake, disorientated. Her memories were still hazy from sleep but she was aware that the soft, warm bed wasn’t hers and she had no recollection of being placed here.
Najeeba sat upright as she heard a door creak open. A wave of fear swept over her.
“Please don’t send me home.” She begged to the faceless person. She heard a chuckle as a man entered the room.
“This is your home now.” He smiled, sending cold chills down Najeeba’s body.
Her heart began to thud loudly as the man took a step towards her. She stared at the exit, trying to determine if she could make it. The man took another step closer. His eyes glowed with lust and anticipation. She glanced once more at the door. Knowing it may be her only chance she leapt off the bed and ran desperately for it. She heard the man snigger before he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the ground.
“Get off me.” She screeched, bunching her hands into fists angrily and started hitting and kicking him wherever she could reach and with all the strength she could muster. His other hand reached behind her and grabbed a hefty fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. Najeeba yelped in pain and her anger turned to tears.
“You’ll bloody well do as you’re told.” He spoke gruffly. She pleaded quietly for him to let her go, her eyes widened in fear as he ignored each request. She howled as she was thrown abruptly to the ground. The severity of her situation finally hit her and it was very clear being sent back to her homeland was the least of her troubles. With dread she realised her prayer had been answered.

February 24, 2015, 09:51:07 PM
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Offline Plaything

Wow . . .very nice!  Great job!

February 24, 2015, 10:05:40 PM
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Offline bulldog1975

Really enjoyed your story

February 25, 2015, 01:36:20 AM
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Offline Valfreyja

It's a rewrite of a story I started in December and it's not really finished but I'm not 100% sure I want to. Terrified I'm gonna screw it up. But that lovely little cliff hanger is there in case I never get around to it.

February 25, 2015, 02:25:04 AM
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Offline vile8r

You're doing great so far Valfreyja! And if you ever need a bit of help, don't be afraid to ask someone here on the story forum. We're always happy and willing to give a bit of advice.

February 28, 2015, 04:18:10 AM
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Offline Valfreyja

I really want to state again that any references to culture or religion is merely for character depth and does not reflect personal views. I have the utmost respect for other peoples beliefs and I apologise for any ignorance on my part in regards to rituals, practices and beliefs. Violence, sexual or otherwise, is not okay regardless of race, cultural practice or beliefs.

Najeeba wished for her headscarf, for that little bit of modesty. Her father, Mohamad, had warned her to wear it throughout her entire journey but she was naïve and hadn’t wanted to draw extra attention to herself. She had removed it the moment she was out of her fathers sight but now she wondered if she’d be here if she had just worn her Hijab.
Her eyes darted around the room, trying to find some way to escape. As she spotted the bed she knew it might not offer the protection she needed but she had little in the way of choice. All she knew was that she couldn’t let the man touch her. With a groan she lifted herself off the ground and scrambled for the bed. She dove under, trying to gain as much ground as possible. She pushed herself deeper using every part of her arms as effectively as she could. The adrenalin that now surged through her veins heightened her senses; she could feel every brush against the bed. Without warning a rough hand wrapped itself around her ankle. She gave little thought about grabbing the bed frame and holding on for dear life. She kicked at his hands wildly.
“No! Let go of me!” She cried as he grabbed her other ankle and started to tug. Though she tightened her grip she knew this was a battle she would not win. She shrieked as she was pulled in two directions. Her hand began to give way under the strain and, while she tried to regain what she lost, her hands slipped from the frame and he began to drag her out. She let out an deafening scream as she clawed at the carpet in an unsuccessful attempt to find purchase. The man pulled her from under the bed, the skirt of her dress riding up so he could just get a glimpse at the white pants she had underneath. She groaned as he pulled her onto her back using only her ankles. She felt a sharp pain in her knee and her head landed on the ground with a soft thump.
Disorientated Najeeba scarcely had time to move before he was on her. As he straddled her torso he tugged at her dress which he had so carelessly sat on. She tried despairingly to hold her dress down but he was determined. Her cheeks burned as her unrestrained breasts were revealed. Sobs rocked through her body as the weight of her shame and that which she brought to her family sank in her belly. Though she tried to stay covered it took just one final haul to free the girl of her dress.
“Please. Please let go. I’ll do anything.”  She pleaded and crossed her arms over her small, firm breasts, two shades lighter than her tanned face and neck. He yanked his own shirt off to reveal his slightly overweight figure. He pulled the girls arms away with ease and cupped a hand over her breast. Najeeba shuddered against the touch of his rough hand, her body in conflict as he rubbed her nipple. He leaned in closer, seemingly eager to steal a kiss, his hot breath unwashed since his last meal. Gathering her spit she shot straight at his face.
“Get off me filthy pig!” she wailed and immediately regretted it. Palm first he struck her face.
“Stupid bitch doesn’t know her place.” He mumbled, twisting his body to remove her pants. Najeeba was still stunned when she heard the sound of fabric ripping. Panic gripped her as he worked the other seam. Pushing her pants to the side he gave up, impatient, and began to fumble with his fly to free his swollen erection. She prayed silently that he would not go through with it, that perhaps someone might save her. Her thighs immediately clenched at his touch as he began to pry her open.
“Please.” She spoke in whispered tones, “Please not there.”
 She trembled as he managed to worm his way between her legs and positioned himself. A wave of disgust washed through her as she could feel his shaft pressed against her, ready to go. Her mind searched endlessly for a way to stop his attack but she had no options. His body pinned her to the ground preventing any escape.

Najeeba swallowed hard as he forced himself inside her, pulling skin and hair with it, and almost choked on her own saliva. Her scream of pain was no more than a gurgled cry. She barely had time to recover when he plunged inside again, gaining ground inside her. She fought against him, trying to rid herself of the unwanted foreign object inside her but he was unrelenting. He leaned closer once again trying for a taste of her lips. She opened in acceptance and felt his tongue explore her mouth. She tried hard not to gag and, taking him off guard, clamped her teeth down. A moment of panic flashed in the mans eyes but it was quickly overcome as he placed a hand on her throat and, without missing a beat with his thrusts, squeezed. She gasped for air and desperately pushed at his arms. She freed his tongue. Furious he lifted her head by her throat and slammed it into the ground. She yelped at the pain and he repeated the action again and again until his rage was sated. Her vision blurred. She was certain she would lose consciousness. Part of her hoped she would. Anything to escape his vile embrace. His pace quickened. The pain in her head at war with the pain in her pelvis and he thrust harder against her. Revulsion sat high in her throat as a moan of pleasure escape his lips. He thrust again, erupting inside her, coating her walls with his cum. A wave of nausea rocked her. She realised, as he rolled off her, that she would never marry. She was tainted. Her vessel tainted by another’s seed.

She rolled over and got on her knees. Najeeba felt his cum spill out of her and run down her thigh. A new wave of sobs shook her. She reached up and grabbed the blanket off the bed and covered herself quite modestly. She watched helplessly, too exhausted to move, as the man gathered her dress and left, locking the room behind him. She was left with no more than her tattered underwear barely attached to her leg, the blanket she had carefully wrapped and no indication of when he’d be back.

February 28, 2015, 10:39:45 AM
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Offline vile8r


March 01, 2015, 08:25:35 PM
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Offline Plaything

Great job!  And, you were worried about sharing your story here with us . . .what were you thinking! 

March 01, 2015, 11:32:27 PM
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Offline Jed

I agree with everyone else.  This is extremely well written.  Whatever you do Valfreja, keep writing.

March 02, 2015, 04:06:17 PM
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Offline Valfreyja

Thank you all. :D

March 02, 2015, 04:11:21 PM
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Offline bulldog1975

I enjoyed so much reading this account.  Keep it up.

March 03, 2015, 03:51:47 PM
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Offline sweetness

You did a good job val