Defiled

Clammy hands on my skin
I feel my flesh crawl
Mind rejecting reality
Foul breath and the stench of sin fill my senses
He grabs at my clothes
Tearing clinging cloth off my body
He whispers filth into my ears
Say I should be honored
To be fucked by one such as him
Says I brought this on myself
With my revealing clothes and temptress ways
Wet lips press to mine
I try to resist but he is too strong
His slimy tongue plunders my mouth
Gagging me, robbing me of speech
Fumbling hands rip at the flimsy barrier of my undergarments
A rough hand grabs my breast
Mashing it’s softness till my eyes tear up in pain
His other hand grabs mine and pushes down
He forces my palm between his legs
Wrapping my fingers around his turgid length
I try to pull away
I beg
I plead
He laughs off my struggles
Says I’m no virgin, so why the pretense
“You know you want this” he says
“You filthy little whore”
Tired of playing, he grabs my thighs
He forces my legs apart
And with a lunge, invades my being
My walls are dry and he is large
I cry out but he carries on
His grip is relentless and the pain never ceasing
I grab at the sheets and pray this torture ends
With a final lunge he cums
As he leaves my body, the horrid heat of his semen remains
Standing he adjusts his clothes
And without a backward glance
He leaves my home
Alone, I curl up in my bed
The stink of sex coating me
Is this all I am good for?
To be a toy, a thing, to men such as he?
But if not, then what is there left of me?