This is the story how I was raped by a local guy during a family holiday on Sardinia. Before I tell you my story let me fist give you a description of myself.
I am a 42-year-old blonde from Germany, married and have two small children. I am what most people would call womanly figure with some love handles. Luckily I did not sustain any stretchmarks from my two pregnancies, but my tits went soft from breast feeding. I used to have nice and firm C cup. Now my tits are soft, nipples pointing south. My nipples got quite big from the breast-feeding and have stayed this way. I am light skinned and have full shoulder long hair. I am not shaving and have thick reddish-blond pussy hair. My pussy is still tight, as I had two caesareans.
We had planned this trip to Sardinia for quite some time and I was looking forward to three weeks summer and sand. I arrived a week early by plane to get some rest for myself and to prepare for the arrival for the rest of the family. On the fatal day I went out shopping in the afternoon to the local grocery market just before it closed. I got veggies, cheese and other things that I would need for the next few beach days before the rest of the family would arrive.
I send the afternoon browsing the market stalls just enjoying the local atmosphere. It was still pre-season, so I didn’t see many tourists. By the time I went back to the rental car the market had closed and the mobile stalls were driving off. I drove back to our apartment just as it started to get dark – the motor of the car sounded strange and I did not get far before the motor died on me with an unpleasant noise. I was between two villages in the middle of nowhere. I let the car roll to the roadside and parked it. I was standing by the roadside waiting for a car to come by that I could waive down for help. My phone battery was flat so I needed someone to help me out phoning for help from the rental company.
Finally after half an hour I could hear a van approaching. I waved and the van stopped. It was one of the mobile market stalls.
The driver stepped out and I realized that it was the guy from the marked stall where I bought a my veggies. The guy actually looked like a freak, as he had the left eye missing. There was just a lot of scar tissue where the eye should have been. The scaring deformed the left side of his face making him look pretty ugly and scary. In addition, he rather looked dirty, was unshaven and smelled of old sweat. I guessed him to be about 35 years old. Usually I would have looked myself in the car and called the police, but the guy was kind of friendly when I bought the veggies and I did not really have any choice anyway.
The guy looked at me and started to speak Italian to me. I did not really understand him, as my Italian is rather basic, so I tried to explain the problem “auto rotto; meccanico telefonino - broken car; I need to call a mechanic” I kept saying. “Ah – capito. Venite a mettersi in - come and get into my car” he said. I sat down on the passenger side and we started driving off.
I did not really know where he was driving me and I felt queasy. The guy kept looking over staring at my legs and body. It was a warm day so I was wearing a light summer dress, red bra, panties and Birkenstock sandals. He drove off the main road down a small side lane towards an old farm, stopping in front of a derelict shed.
“Prego – telefonino” he said and pointed to the shed. I did not feel save but overruled the feeling and got out of the van. He stepped out behind me I could smell him behind me. Suddenly he came close up behind me and before I could turn around, I felt a sharp knife being pressed to my throat. His right hand held the knife and with his left hand he grabbed me around the waist and pushed me towards and into the shed. I wanted to fight this situation but was paralysed from fright. I was in the hands of a freak, didn’t know where I was and nobody knew where to find me. I could feel his rage and strength and suddenly knew that we would not stop before he had what he wanted. I felt faint – he might be going as far as killing me and the only thing I could thing off was that I wanted to survive this. I had to give him what he wanted whatever this was. Nobody would come for help, as I would not be missed for several days.
I slowly became aware of my surroundings – it was a bare room with rough wooden tables; probably to prepare the groceries for sale. A bare bulb over the table in the middle of the room illuminated the surroundings.
My capturer pushed me further into the room against the central table and turned me around. The table didn’t budge, so it was probably fixed to the floor. I looked into his deformed face and saw nothing but lust in his remaining eye. I knew in this moment that I would be raped by this monster. A strange calmness overcame me as I knew that I could do nothing but to obey and survive.
He kept pressing the knife at my throat and started touching me with his free hand. His hand moved through my hair down to my left shoulder and pushed my dress to the side and exposed the strap of my bra. His hand moved down my front and grabbed my breast through the fabric. I twitched when he touched me but tried to calm myself again.
“Togliere vestito” he barked at me. I didn’t understand him. Apparently I did not give him the reaction he wanted, as he grabbed me on the throat and started to throttle me. He kept shouting “togliere vestito” and I finally understood – “take the dress off”.
I tried to speak but could only utter “OK”. He stopped throttling me and stepped back a little. I know what I had to do, so I opened the buttons at the front of my dress, pulled out my arms and pushed the dress down oved my hips and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of the dress and pushed it to the side with one foot. He looked at me like I was a piece of meat waived his knife and said “togliere il reggiseno – take the bra off”. I knew this one, as I bought a bra the other day.
I reached behind my back and opened the clips of my bra. I slowly removed the bra and dropped it on the floor next to my dress. I knew what would be coming and did not have to wait long. “Togliere le mutandine – take off the slip”.
I obeyed, grabbed my nickers on both sides of my hips and pushed down finally exposing what he was looking for. I let my nickers glide down my legs, stepped out with the left leg and pushed it off to the side with my right leg.
I was standing in front of him with nothing on but my sandals. I felt vulnerable and exposed. My nipples were standing out and my pussy hair shone red in the light of the overhead lamp. I was afraid that he would hurt me or would use his knife on my body. He smiled evilly and came closer. His free hand moved right to my left breast and squeezed it lightly. He grabbed my nipple and started pulling. I shivered from the touch and tried to prepare myself for the coming pain. I was surprised when it did not come. Instead, he rolled my nipple between his fingers and kept pulling. My nipple responded to his touch and got harder and bigger. His hand moved to my other breast and did the same. He smiled at me further contorting his face. His hand moved down my front towards my belly. He felt my love handles and his hand continued it’s way down to my thighs. I could feel it moving towards my pubic region finally touching my pussy hair and pulling it. His hand pushed against my closed legs. I calmed myself and took a side step to open my legs a little. I could smell his foul breath when he spoke again “puttana - voglio fotterti”. I didn’t know the words but I under stood the meaning. I just waited for his next move.
He pressed against me and his smell of different body odors engulfed me. He pushed me down on the table “sdraiarsi sul tavolo di lavoro” he said. I finally understood and lied down on the table. The table was not long enough to fully support me. My back was resting on the table double bend as my legs were dangling over the edge and my head barely rested on the table edge.
My capturer grabbed my right arm and tied down my wrist to the table leg he did the same with my left arm. Now I was fixed onto the table ready to be used by him any way he wanted. He put his knife away and looked at his handy work. He started to touch me again; his hands roving over my body. He grabbed my tits with both hands kneading my soft tit flesh squeezing them harder and harder until I could not stand the pain anymore and screamed. Tears ran down my face from the pain and my fright. He stopped his torture and smiled again his evil smile. He bend down close to my face and licked up my tears. “Buono” he said and licked my face some more. I could smell his breath lingering on my face when he oved his head away.
He started touching me again. I could feel his ands again on my tits and my tears started welling up again. He was not as forceful and only lightly massaged my nipples apparently satisfied with my reaction to the torture. He bend down and sucked my nipples into his mouth. He lightly bit down on my nipples and flicked them with his tongue. After a short while he moved of my tits. His hands moved down to my belly and rested there for a moment and playing with my love handles.
His hands moved to my pubic hair and his fingers dived in. He pulled my pussy hair up and pushed down again. I knew what he wanted so I opened my legs for him to have easier access to my most private area. He stepped between my legs and just stood there looking at my pussy. I could feel his gaze on my naked flesh and opened my legs further for him to see more of me.
I could not believe what I was doing, showing him more of me without him forcing me. It was a strange feeling lying on a table being at the mercy of a stranger. I felt that I needed to show him my most private parts for him to appreciate what he would be violating.
He put his hands on my knees and pushed apart my legs further. I could feel my pussy lips slowly parting and opening up for him. He moved his hands under my knees and started to lift my legs “sollevare le gambe e piegare le ginocchia” he barked at me. I knew “gambe” meaning legs and figured what to do. I lifted my legs and bend my knees now positioned on the table like being at a wired gynaecologist ready for the examination. My arse was almost hanging off the table, allowing him easy access.
Standing between my legs, he slipped of my sandals finally undressing me completely.
His hands now moved straight to my pussy both of his thumbs resting on my outer pussy lips pulling them apart opening my love channel for him to look into me. I could hear him sniffing my scent. The thought of his ugly face being close to my pussy was revolting. I felt one of his fingers slowly entering me. He pushed his finger as far in as it would go and pulled out again. It was unpleasant, as I was not really wet. I heard him licking his finger and pushing into me again. Now the saliva of his unwashed mouth was entering me. I felt even more revolted but I knew that I could not do anything. He pulled out again sniffed my pussy and started licking me. I felt his tough entering me and slobbering across my pussy lips. His tongue found my clit and brushed over it. He flicked his tongue across my clit several times before moving back between my pussy folds. It was almost gentle and intense. My body started to react and I could feel my wetness pushing out. I could feel that he could taste my arousal.
I once had an erotic nightmare dreaming that I had sex with a stranger who turned into a zombie while fucking me. Bits of skin fell of him while he and I came. It was a disgusting dream and I could not understand why it made me wet thinking about this dream later on. Ever since than I had fantasies of rustic sex with strangers.
This situation was pretty much the same. I knew that I was being used by a pretty gross and discussing man, dirty, unwashed and smelly. I felt ashamed that this was turning me on and I was hoping that it would not go further. He stopped the licking and pushed another finger into me. It slipped right in. He looked me in the face smiling again, apparently satisfied with my wetness.
He started to undress and the smell of unwashed man got stronger. He dropped his trouser and his stiff dick sprang out. It looked not too thick but very long. He stepped between my legs and pushed his dick over my pussy mould across my tummy. I could feel the tip of his dick extending well beyond my belly button. It felt unbelievably long.
He pulled back and repositioned himself. I knew that I would now truly being raped. He spat a couple of times on my pussy folds for additional lubrication and started pushing into me. The forward motion seemed to last forever and it felt like he finally pushed against my stomach. It hurt even with the lubrication and I started crying again from the pain. He started pumping me without mercy and the pain slowly subsided. He placed one hand behind my neck to steady himself to provide more pressure and continued to hump e like a dog. With his other hand he grabbed one of my tits and squeezed it and pulled the nipple. He bend down and bit hard on my nipple making me cry out in pain. I was sure that he would be biting it off but he stopped as suddenly as he begun and continued the massage with his hand. My nipple was sore from the bit. The subsiding pain allowed a warm feeling to enter my tummy. I could feel my body beginning to react to his relentless humping.
His balls slapped against my arse cheeks with every penetration and his body odours engulfed me again. I could smell his disgusting arm pit being close to my face. His swat dropped onto my body and face. The intense sensations from my pussy and my stomach aroused me further and I could feel the onset of an orgasm. I did not want to cum for him and I was hoping that he would finish before I would cum.
The disgusting smells evaporating from him suddenly reminded me of my fantasies. This pushed me over the edge. I knew that I could not stop it, so I just let it happen. I was being fucked by an animal and started to moan from the pleasures he created in my vagina. I felt disgusted about myself, which turned me on even more. He heard me moaning and increased his efforts. Unconsciously I closed my legs around his back, my feet pushing onto his arse to get him to penetrate me even deeper.
Finally I came in a great big moan bending up my stomach, pushing my pussy forward towards him. As the orgasm washed over me I could feel him growing even further and finally he came in me. He pumped his sperm deep into me and collapsed on top of me. The smell was unbearable but after a few minutes, he moved off me and pulled out of me. I was exhausted and let my legs fall back to the floor.
He stepped away from the table and left the shed. I was not sure what would happen now. I just wanted to get back home, but knew that this would only happen once my rapist was satisfied.
I must have been lying there for 15 minutes or so before he came back. By this time I could feel his cum starting to leak out of me.
When he stepped into my field of vision, saw him clearly for the first time. He was fully naked and looked like an ugly ape with his deformed face. He had thick dark hair growing around his groin. His torso was covered with hair front and back as well as his arms. The feeling of being in the hands of a wild animal returned to me and got stronger the longer I looked at him.
He brought a camera and started taking pictures of me lying on the table. “Sorriso per la fotocamera – smile for the camera” he kept saying, becoming angry when I did not immediately do so. He spanked my still sore tit and cried out. “Sorriso per la fotocamera” and I tried my best to do so. He smiled again at me, satisfied with the result he got from me. He moved down the table. “Sollevare le gambe e piegare le ginocchia” he said, so I again lifted my legs into what I started to call the exam position. He started taking pictures of my pussy and the creampie oozing out of me. He pulled apart my pussy folds with two finger while taking pictures.
I could feel the renewed violation of my body with him fingering my pussy and taking pictures. I didn’t want this, but my juices started flowing again. He put the camera away and used both hands to pull apart my arse cheeks. I could almost feel him looking at my rosette. I felt his breath on my buttocks while his face come closer. I could hear him sniff at my arse and suddenly I felt his tongue again this time licking my rosette. He stopped pretty quickly. I guessed that he did not want to eat his own juices that were exiting my pussy and flowing down towards my arse. He took some more pictures of his sperm running out of my pussy and dropping on the floor. I could hear the splatting noises and could only guess how much he must have loaded into me.
Suddenly he pushed a finger deep into my arse. The pain of the rough penetration was unbelievable and I cried out trying to push him out. My arse was a virgin and I wanted to stay this way. He laughed while he raped my arse with his middle finger. I was crying from the pain and the embarrassment. He took pictures of his finger stuck up my arse and from my tear streaked face.
After a couple of minutes he seemed to get feed up and stopped the assault on my arse. I was afraid that he would now push his dick into my arse, but he did not do so at least for now. I was wondering what would be in stock for me now and did not have to wait long.
He moved back up the table towards my head, again bending down to lick away the tears on my face.
He pushed the middle finger that just raped my arse under my nose and moved it up and down for me to smell “I’odore –smell it” he said and smiled. I tried to move my head away but he immediately punished me by hitting my tit. I moved my head back and kept still. He again barked “I’odore” and looked angry. I decided to obey and started sniffing, smelling my own shit.
I had to do what he wanted. I knew that but still felt like a dirty whore when I started to suck his finger clean after he shouted at me to do so “pulirlo – clean it”.
The taste was as disgusting as the smell but I felt so degraded that it did not really matter anymore. In fact I started to like the continued degradation and the feeling of being helpless and totally at his mercy and I started to suck his finger eagerly more eagerly, hoping that he would be satisfied and let me go.
My ordeal was not over – after his finger passed inspection, he repositioned himself so his semi hard dick dangled in front of my face, the tip almost touching my lips. I was not surprised that his filthy state also extended to his groins. The closer he got to my face the stronger became the smell of cum, sweat and an all-overpowering stink of stale urine.
I again thought about the wild animal dominating me. My husband is always very clean when we are together in bed. Our sex is almost clinical, so I didn’t know what kind of sensations this animal small would call up in me. I felt drawn to his animal smell and at the same time felt disgusted about my need to get closer to his stink.
“Farmi un pompano”. I didn’t understand it but guessed what he wanted with his dick close to my mouth.
I almost never suck my husband. I do not particularly like it and my husband is not asking for it. This guy was different – he made it clear what was expected of me when he started rubbing flaccid dick across my lips and face.
I obeyed him and opened my moth taking in the tip of his dick and started sucking. I still had the test of my arse in my mouth and this was now joined by the taste of cum, my juices and a hint of urine.
I felt him growing in my mouth. He became stiff again pretty quickly and started to push his dick further into my mouth hitting the back side of the cavity. I had to fight back to urge to vomit every time he pushed in. He pushed harder trying to get deeper into my mouth. I didn’t know how to handle it and my rapist began to get frustrated. He finally pulled out of my mouth and hit me across the face with the flat of his hand. He grabbed my hair and pulled it away from my head.
I had no choice but to push myself following his hand, if I wanted him not to rip out my hair. I moved up the table as far as by bound wrists would allow. He stopped pulling and I was left with my head dangling over the edge of the table. My scalp hurt like blazes and little stars were dancing across my vision. My legs dangled down on the other side of the table.
He again stepped closer to me and I opened my mouth to take him in again. He pushed my head down, overstretching my throat and neck. I finally understood what he wanted to do and remembered my husband talking about deep throating once. With my head overstretched it created a straight line between my moth cavity and my throat allowing him to push into me as deep as he wanted. I could feel the tip of his dick pushing past my palate entering my throat. The rest of his dick followed right after and pushed deep into my throat. He stayed there not moving and just enjoying the feeling. I could not breathe and started to gag wanting him to pull out so I could get some air. He waited for a couple of seconds enjoying his dominance over me before he pulled out a little to allow me to breath.
He pushed back in and started to fuck my mouth. It took me some time to adjust my breathing to his rhythm and it left me a little staved of oxygen and light headed. His balls slapped against my nose every time he pushed in coating my nose and face with his juices of sweat and stale urine. I got a full nose of his odour whenever he pulled out and allowed me to breathe.
He fucked my face with long strokes for several minutes slowly increasing the pace. I was suffering from lack of air, but tried to keep calm. His relentless onslaught got me turned on and his dick pushing past my wind pipe filling my throat made together with his smell me wet and horny.
He grabbed both of my tits and kneaded my flesh. His fingers dug deep into my flesh and flicked my nipples with his fingers. My nipples responded and got big and hard again, which pleased him. He kept focusing on my tit and continued has rough massage, becoming ever more brutal. The feeling in my tits began to me unbearable and I cried out in pain, unheard because of the dick filling me.
I could not believe that I started to enjoy the tit torture, this mouth rape and the filth on his groin, but the smell was another level of his domination over me which I started to like. My feelings were a mess and when he started to hump my mouth even harder I stopped thinking and just let it happen. I felt the build-up of another orgasm, but this time he was faster than me.
With a bull like grunt he gave my mouth a final push and I could fell his balls twitching while he unloaded right into my stomach. He pulled out to let me get some air, my spit dripping from his dick onto may face. It made me feel empty and dissatisfied, as I did not have enough time to come. I wanted to finish myself off, but couldn’t as I was still tight to the table.
He suddenly grabbed by hair again and pulled it up, forcing my head up to his groin. “Pulirlo – clean it” he barked and used his hand to push my head up further. I almost automatically opened my mouth and started licking the base of his shaft and his balls. The taste and smell was unbelievably intense and I could not stop – I wanted more of his filth in me. I licked and sucked his balls the taste of stale urine now overpowering everything else.
He grunted and pushed balls closer to me. I sucked every bit of hairy skin that I could get to, but it did not satisfy him as my head kept slipping away from him. He stepped away from me and roughly pushed me down the table, so my head was again supported by the table edge. It was painful, as the rough table surface dug into my back and scratched it. He came close to my face again and offered his groin to me for cleaning. His smell engulfed me again and I continued licking. He pushed his body further forward pushing his hairy arse slowly over my nose. I started smelling is uncleaned arse. For a moment I felt sick – what was happening to me?
He moved further forward and I knew that he wanted me to lick his rosette. I was too far along to care anymore, so I just obeyed him and started tasting his rosette. He pushed down on my face and I responded pushing my tongue further up beyond his splicer into his anus. He let me tongue him for a little while and suddenly pulled away.
He smiled at me looking into my face covered in my own spit and the slimy residues of his arse. “Braves ragazza – good girl” he said and took some more pictures of my face. I smiled for the pictures, which seemed to please him.
My feelings were a mess I wanted to get away from this disgusting animal, but on the other hand, I was hoping that he would again assault my body to make me come again. I felt an unrelieved sexual tension that needed relieve. I wanted him to continue using me.
My ministrations gave had made him hard again and he moved down the table towards my legs. I knew that I was in for another fucking and started to lift my legs in anticipation. Stepping between my legs, he grabbed them and pushed them further up until my thighs we almost flat on the table next to my belly. This pulled my arse up and he pushed the tip of his hard dick into my anus and started to push in. I cried out in pain. It was even worse than his first assault on my arse. His dick was covered in my spit, so it slid in without much effort. With every stroke he straightened out my rectum further to accommodate him. The pain as unbearable, and I cried and whimpered, which just encouraged him.
I finally felt his balls slapping against my buttocks and I knew that he was now fully inserted. He pulled out and pushed back in, slowly increasing his speed and his relentless assault on my body. The pain numbed me until I felt him pushing two fingers into my pussy, roughly massaging my vagina and my clit. The speed of his hand matched the increasing speed of his fucking and I could feel an orgasm building up again. I didn’t even try to hold it back as I knew that he would know in any case. The orgasm washed over me and I cried out in ecstasy. I felt him pushing hard against me and shooting off another load into me.
He did not pull out but stayed in me as he relaxed after his blow off. He stayed there for almost five minutes, when I suddenly felt a hot stream entering my guts. I could not believe that he was pissing into me. He used me as his toilet. This enema must be the ultimate degradation I thought.
He continued pissing in me for what felt like ages. I was sure that my tummy started to budge up from the filling. He finally pulled out of me, positioning a bucket in front of my arse and bringing his camera in position.
I could not control my sphincter properly after his assault, so his load just shout out of me, cleaning out my intestines. He took picture after picture of his piss exiting me.
I just lay there taking this final degradation. He used me all the way he wanted making me his whore. The pushed me into realms where I never went while having sex with my husband. He opened a door that I was not sure how to close again.
Finally it was over and he started to dress himself as if nothing had happened. He took an old rag first wiping down my face than my pussy and bum. He undid my bonds and pointed to my clothing “indossare – dress”. He went through my handbag, while I got dressed. He found the keys with the address of our holiday home and showed it to me. Now he knew where I was staying and where my family would be in a few days. I got frightened again of what he would do.
He went out of the shed motioning me to follow him, getting into a car. I sat down next to him not knowing what to do. He drove me to the apartment, telling me on the way that he would come for me or my family, should I go to the police.
When we arrived he turned to me, pushed is hand underneath my dress and squeezed my pussy hard. “farmi visita domani – visit me tomorrow”. Maybe I will visit him to see what he would do to me to dominate and degrade me again.
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This is my first attempt at an erotic story, so please be kind! If I get enough positive feedback I may write a second part
