Then I felt his hand was on my vagina. He must have pulled the crotch of my panties to the side, because I felt him pushing his finger going into me. I didn’t want him to do that, but I just couldn’t stop him.
Nothing seemed real. He voice sounded like he was far, far away. I could hear him saying something, about my cunt, being so freaking tight, that he couldn’t wait to get me into the room and fuck the shit out of me.
He was so discussing, I tried to get up and leave. But I couldn’t move and the room was spinning around wildly, as I felt him lifting me up. While he was walking me towards the door; He kept telling me how beautiful I am and what a great piece of ass I was going to be, and how much I was going to like the way, he was going fuck me!
The next thing I knew. I was alone and naked on top of a bed; in some dirty motel room. I had a big ugly red hickey on my neck and my pussy and anus were sore. I had dry sperm all over my vagina and the insides of my thighs.”
“Holy Shit,” I exclaimed, as I interrupted her, and when on to say,” The bastard date raped you!” Then I though for a moment and asked,” Rita, were you checked for sexually transmitted diseases, and to see if he got you pregnant?”
Rita nodded her head as she answered, “Yes, yes to both, I called Janet and she went to the doctors with me and I was checked for diseases and given the morning after pill.
The doctor also put me on birth control pills. My test results came back negative, and I got my period on the night we went out! I was so happy I cried all night. I’m really sorry about our date. ”
“Please go on, and tell me the rest of what happened?” I asked,
“Okay, “she said, and started telling me the rest of what happened that night.
“So I knew that bastard had his way with me. I felt sooo dirty, and used. Then I got angry at myself for being so stupid. I started to cry; as I got dressed, and I cried all the way home.
As soon as I got home, I called Ronny, but I got his voice mail. So I left him a message telling him that I never wanted to see or hear from him again.
Oh please believe me Honey; I would never have had sex with him willingly.
I couldn’t stop him.”
I nodded my head in agreement with her, and told her to go on, and she did,
“Meat now he keeps calling me, and telling me, that I wanted him to fuck me, and what happened was entirely all my fault. Honey he keeps saying I’m his bitch whore, and that he’s going to pimp me off. If I don’t do what he says, he’ll show my naked pictures to my patents.
Oh God Meat, I’m so afraid of him meat, what am I going to do?”
When she told me what happened; my Irish temper instantly reached the boiling point, and I could feel the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up.