The Girl Who Cried Rape

Chapter 5: The Photoshoot

Chapter 5: The Photoshoot

12:17am

The room spun as I began to wake up again. It was all a blur, everything, I couldn’t see where I was or even remember how I got there. My memory was hazy; I could only remember bits and pieces, like making out with Matt in the park and then looking at the ground, hanging over someone’s shoulder being carried away. I looked around the room for Matt, thinking he was the one who was carrying me in my last memory. I saw a distorted figure; I couldn’t tell who it was. “Matt?” I called out groggily. But it wasn’t Matt. Silence filled the air. The dark figure moved closer. He had me lying down on this bed; I could feel something was restraining my wrists and ankles. It felt like cold, hard metal. I looked over to see what it was. Metal chains locked on my wrists and ankles, like I was a prisoner in a dungeon. I shook the chains in an attempt to break them off. Of course, it didn’t help and I was stupid to think it would. I laid there helplessly at his mercy.

He laughed at my attempt while he blindfolded me, “Shhh, sweet girl…don’t bother with those chains. You’re mine under lock and key so no one else can have you.” He ran his finger down my exposed body, sending chills up my spine. I felt his finger enter then one more and me, I let out a yelp. He shushed me and started kissing up my neck until he reached my lips, passionately kissing them as he moved his fingers faster inside me. The thought of what was happening was unbearable. I didn’t want this, any of it. I couldn’t move. My legs were spread apart for max ability and held there by chains. My arms were chained to each side of the bed, so I couldn’t strike back. This man had full freedom to do whatever he wanted to do to me and he did. Kissing me all over my body, not missing an inch, he kept fingers going until he made me climax. My body reacted unwilling to his sexual actions. It didn’t seem to know it was being raped by a stranger like I did and I couldn’t control these bodily reactions I was having. My rapist seemed to enjoy my body’s reaction as he kneeled down to taste his prize. He stayed down there awhile licking it up, making me moan in the process. He looked up at me every time I made a sound, motivating him more. He wanted me to do it again; he wanted his reward. My body reacted yet again to his actions. I couldn’t stop it. He drank it up. Slowly, he kissed up my body, stopping at my boobs. He nibbled and sucked on my nipples before kissing my mouth. I was too weak from my bodily releases but he didn’t seem to care. I heard his pants drop to the floor revealing his penis. Climbing on top of me, he put it in my face and told me to open my sweet mouth. I refused, but it didn’t matter he forced himself into my mouth, “Suck on this, sweetheart, its your turn to taste me” he groaned, “and don’t bite or I’ll have to punish you”. I followed his orders has he moved my head for me.

After a while, he came into my mouth and just as I thought we were done, I felt his thickness enter me. He held my hips and pushed in and out of me again, again. A sort of numbness fell over me, I didn’t respond to anything anymore. I had had enough of this torment. I was faced with the reality that I wasn’t getting out of this and even if I did, it would just keep happening and there was nothing I could do.

When he was finally done, I just laid there. I didn’t move or speak. He kept me blindfolded as he unchained me from the bed. He dressed me in a pink lacey bra and panties that were a sheer lace so you could see the hidden treasures beneath them. Then, he picked me up and carried me into a room setup for a photoshoot. In the middle stood a camera and lights with a solid black backdrop. He sat me down in front of the camera and told me to pose. When I didn’t respond, he positioned me the way he wanted. For one shot, he put my butt in the air and my face down, in another shot, he made me look up at him while on my knees so it looked like I was going to give him a blowjob and the he actually made me give him one while he was taking pictures of it. For another shot, he took my bra off, laid me down. He spread my legs open wide and rubbed his fingers up and down over my panties. “I want to see you touch yourself”, he said as he looked me in the eyes and pulled my panties off, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll show you”.

He put my hand where he wanted it and moved it in a circular motion. While he did this, he put his fingers inside me and told me to do the same. I kept this motion like wanted so he could take his dirty pictures. He wouldn’t let me stop until I climaxed again so he could lick me clean.

 

3:00am

Water poured over my naked body. I lied in a bathtub that was big enough for two. He was also in the bathtub with me, caressing me, washing my whole body as slowly as he possible could. Especially when he washed my privates. He made me keep my eyes shut so I wouldn’t see his face. I could feel his manhood poking me in the back, and he squeezed my breasts and kissed my lips. He wanted to be inside me again, and whatever he wants, he takes.

After he washed me up again, he dried me off and dressed me in my pajamas. I felt the sting of a needle in my arm and my eyes fell heavy. “To help you sleep”, he said as he kissed me on the cheek. I couldn’t move and then my eyes shut out the lights.