Fear rushed through my belly again as the thought of more of that pain entered my head. I pleaded with him not to do it any more, but he totally ignored me and pushed his cock against my lips, parting them with his fingers. I could see it stiffen and he pushed it slowly in. I felt myself stretch as he pushed it in; the pain was like he was putting a knife up there. I watched as inch after inch slid inside me, the pain increasing with every bit. I felt it come up against something inside me; I was totally full up inside, it was so much deeper in this position. There was still an inch or so of his penis that was not inside, he pushed harder and harder, I thought he’d split me open, I thought I was going to die from the pain. Then I felt something give way inside me and a new wave of agony filled my belly. He moaned and started pumping himself in and out slowly, getting quicker and quicker, the pain was too much to bear and I felt myself passing out.
‘Do you like me fucking your little virgin womb?’ he snarled at me, but I could barely hear him over the rushing sound in my head and couldn’t understand what he was asking me.
He pumped and pumped me and my head was spinning from the pain, my belly wracked with searing pain. I was willing myself to pass out, so I could wake up when it was all over, but I stayed awake, experiencing every second of my living nightmare. How much longer can this go on, I thought. Just then I felt his cock growing even bigger in my torn, bleeding vagina. I stifled my screams for fear of him hurting me as he drove his penis right into me, his bone crashing into mine and his balls slapping against my bum. He grunted and held himself there, his cock completely buried in me, twitching and jerking. I felt a warmth spread into my ravaged innards, and knew he’d done what he did in my mouth. It seemed to go on forever, I just wished he’d get this thing out of me. He collapsed on top of me, winding me and crushing me to the floor. After a few seconds he got up, pulling him out of me, then moved up towards my head. I could see my blood in blobs all up and down his now softening penis and strings of the white gooey stuff dripping off it.
‘Clean me up now little one, look at the mess you made of my cock!’
He opened my mouth with his hand, I was too weak and exhausted from what had happened to me to resist and just let him do whatever he wanted so he wouldn’t hurt me any more. He put his soft penis into my mouth, telling me to suck it clean; it tasted foul and I nearly threw up, but I did as he said, tasting the saltiness of his stuff and my blood mixing with another taste I didn’t know. When it was totally clean, he pulled his dick out again, smiling and complimenting me on how well I’d done. I just laid there quietly, wanting him to go now and leave me alone, thinking it must all be over.
He sat back down, touching himself again and looking at my body. He stared for a while at my bloody, ravaged vagina before I realised he was getting off on it and closed my legs again, despite the pain between them.
‘Two down, one to go.’ He said. I didn’t understand what he meant.
‘What do you mean?’ I sobbed.
‘That’s two of your virginities gone, only one more to go and you’re a free girl.’ He replied.
I was puzzled. The bastard had taken my virginity that was it. I couldn’t think what else he could do to me, nobody ever told me I had more than one virginity.
‘I don’t understand.’ I said, my voice still quivering.
‘You’ll see soon enough.’ He replied. My heart thumped with fear, my mind racing to work out what he could possibly mean. Then I realised, there was only one other place he could be meaning. Surely you can’t put something that big up there? When I was younger, I had tried to put a finger up there to see what it was like and that was hard enough. My head swam with fear again as he stood up and moved towards me again, his dick big again in his hand.
He flipped me over roughly onto my front, the stones and sticks grazing my belly and breast and the rainwater cold against me. He pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. My heart rose into my throat, I knew he was going to do what I feared worst of all. Then I felt his penis nudging against my bum-hole, pushing against it harder and harder. The fear and panic made me clench against his thrusts and for a while he couldn’t make it goes in. Just trying made my bum hurt and I hoped he wouldn’t manage to actually get it up inside me, for I knew that would be much worse. He took his cock away and I though for a second he was going to give up, but then I heard him spit and felt a glob of saliva drop onto my anus. Then his cock was back up against it, pushing again, stretching me. I could feel myself stretching and giving, letting him inside my bum. The agony was unbearable as he grunted and trusted, he must have only got half of the head in my the feel of it and I was stretched as far a I thought possible when, with a big grunt, he shoved it inside.
I screamed out as the pain seared through my bum, I could feel something tearing inside, burning pain flooding my arse. I couldn’t stop screaming and crying out with the agony; I knew he would be angry but I couldn’t help it. He held his hand roughly over my mouth and nose, stifling my screams and started pumping me savagely with his cock. It felt so big inside me that I was sure I’d burst. I could feel his cock pushing against my innards, making me choke and gag, his hand on my face stopping me from breathing or shouting.
For what seemed like hours he pumped my bum with his cock, each thrust an agonising ordeal as he plundered my ragged rectum. This time went on longer than the others, I’m sure, but the time was blurred as I passed out once or twice, only waking back up as he slapped me round the face, before passing out again as he pumped harder and faster inside me. I heard the now familiar grunting noise just as I thought it would never be over and he gave one last massive thrust, piercing me deeper than ever before. I felt his cock twitching and the warm stuff shoots up inside me as I passed out one final time.
When I woke up, I was still under the tree, totally naked and shaking from the cold. The sun was going down and I realised it must be late. I had no idea how long it had gone on for and how long I’d been lying there. I slowly got up, aching all over and with a searing soreness between my legs. Looking around, I realised that he’s taken my clothes away, leaving me totally naked and humiliated. Standing up I felt something trickling down my legs; looking down I saw my blood and his stuff dripping down my inner thighs, coming from my torn vagina. I felt my bum with my hands and that too was wet with blood and semen and too sore to touch.
I started sobbing with the realisation of what had happened to me and all of a sudden wanted nothing more that a big cuddle from my mummy and for everything just to go away. I turned and left the scene of my horror, ignoring the dark wet patch of blood where I had been lying, and started to walk home. I must have looked a state with my hair tangled and covered in leaves and twigs, my body bruised and scratched and trails of blood running down my legs. I didn’t care, I just wanted to go home.