The Babysitter

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Rebecca

I had been dreaming before I startled awake. One second I was sitting on the beach underneath a burning, sapphire sky and the next there was a cock in my throat. I nearly choked before I was able to muster what little strength I had and push him back.

I gasp, gulping a mouthful of air before he was back on me. He forces my mouth open and pushes himself in.

I try to remove him but find the strength in my arms weakened by degrees. He starts going after me harder and I choke on him.

He keeps repeating "take me" and "suck me" and he calls me those names reserved for drunken hookups and kinksters.

He grabs the sides of my face and yanks me into him and he smashes into the back of my throat. My esophagus clenches and I gag as my eyes fill with water. I snort air through my nose and he laughs.

"That's my girl," he says.

He climbs off me as the drool and spit spills over my face. He jams his fingers in my mouth so deep that I gag again and my stomach lurches. He smears his hand over my face then slaps me around.

"That's a good girl," he says.

He reaches under my hospital gown and shoves his fingers inside me. I feel something burn and tear and I know he ripped part of me.

I moan from the pain. He moves his hand faster, jamming his fingers harder and deeper and I want to cry from it all.

"Yeah, take it, baby," he says.

I want him to stop. I want everything to stop.

"Stop," I repeat the phrase weakly over and over.

"Take it. Come on baby. Take it." he says.

He pulls me to the edge of the bed and tosses up my gown. I can't stop him. He spits into his hand, then rubs himself over. He mounts me and the pain was immediate and fierce.

He pushes himself deep inside me and the dull stinging intensifies to magnificent swelling as he takes me over and over.

"Make me cum," he says, "Make me cum."

His fingers dig into my flesh as he moves harder and faster. I lay back and turn away, disgusted with myself for letting it happen.

He moans as his face twists into a smiling grimace and then it's over.

He collapses onto me, breathing heavy and hot on my neck. He gropes my neck with his lips, kissing and sucking on my flesh, then climbs off me and pulls up his pants.

"That was so hot baby," he says, "I've missed you."

I pull my gown back over my hips and slither up the bed.

He leans over me and smothers my lips with his.

"We're gonna make it. I love you," Andrew says and chuckles. "I don't wanna get caught," he says "I'll be back later today." He smiles and sneaks out of the room.

I lay there in the dark and hate everything. And that's when I decide I'm going to kill him.