Mistaken for Love

I Didn't Consent

*Warning* This chapter is sexual and will have sensitive content! Please do not read if this is a trigger for you.

I grimaced as I felt his hot breath against my neck as fully climbed into my cage. Small shocks jerked my eyes back to his as he tapped on his wrist watch.

"I said to kiss me." Jack's smile widens as he lowers himself on top of me. 

The electrical shocks continue as I lift myself closer to his lips, and I only get relief from the pain when my lips finally meet his. I sigh from relief, and lower myself back to the floor, pulling Jack down with me.

I don't understand the technology he has, but every moment our lips part, a jolt of electricity rockets through me. My blood burns unless my lips are pressed against him. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close, so he won't pull away as much. 

Sardines and garlic flood through my nose as I feel like I'm about to gag as his slimy tongue hits the back of my throat. He really can't kiss. I feel so violated and messy as his slime coats my mouth, inside and around. Jack's stubble rubs against me like sandpaper. My face is raw red from Jack scraping his face against me. I flick my tongue every once in awhile, mostly just sucking on his tongue and putting pressure on his lips.

I want to throw up. Please just stop hurting me. I feel hot tears fall down my face as I feel his lump of garbage grow harder against my body. His hands rake across me, leaving no spot untouched.

I gasp as his hands land on my ass and I fight the urge to slap him as he squeezes hard and smirks at me, like I'm enjoying his touches. The only thing that made me pull him back down and kiss him, was the fire flooding through my veins stemming from my neck, wrists, and ankles. He was straddling me with his legs and I felt more trapped than I had before. 

I squeezed my eyes tight shut and tried to get lost in thought and not focus on what's happening right now. However, my brain wanted to stay very grounded in these terrible moments. Dried spit on the side of my face, made me aware of how dry my skin is and how much I wanted to moisturize it.  

Jack's first moan is what triggered a terrible memory. The shocks from the cuffs feel somewhat distant as I go limp and my eyes glaze over. 

"Shhhh, be quiet." My dad whispers as his hand wraps around my throat and chokes me. My eyes are wide as I look him in his eyes and he moans in pleasure as he thrusts into me, "You're so tight baby. So tight and fresh." 

I want to cry in pain as I he keeps moving into me. I thrash my arms against him, but his grip just hardens on my neck. I try and gasp for air, but nothing is coming. My father's thrusts continue and his moans ring in my ears.

"Don't tell mommy, this is our secret." I nod my head in fear.  "You're such a good girl."

Pain floods through me as I finally come back to the real world. Without thinking I grab onto Jack and hug him. Sobs erupt from me as air seeps into my lungs. The cuffs no longer shock me as I cry into Jack's shoulder and I feel his strong arms wrap around me. My heart feels like its about to jump out of my chest as I try to remind my body that I am no longer in that situation.

This could be a worse situation though. I remember feeling Jack's dick, hard against my leg and that just makes me cry harder. Why the fuck am I always the victim? I try and swallow the lump in my throat and yet it goes nowhere.

A few moments later, my eyes have dried up and I realize that I'm sitting up, above that invisible barrier Jack had put up and I glance around the room. There's a small cot in the corner of the room with crumpled up blankets. A glint from silvery medical equipment grabs my attention and I quickly try to not to think too much about what happens over there. I see a set of stairs in far corner of the room. Lastly, a person about my age, was sweeping the already spotless room.