Please No

Please No

By: Tracila

I whimper as he touches me, sliding his hands over my twelve-year-old body. It sickens me and I want to throw up. As he moves to kiss me, I tell him that I will vomit. He glares at me and moves away, not wanting to put his tongue in my mouth if he might get thrown up on.

He slides my shorts down and touches me “down there.” I don’t like it and I try to move away, but he holds me down and pulls my panties off next, then pushes his fingers into me, roughly, down there. I hate the feel and I cry out in pain and disgust as I watch him do this to me and move his hand over his exposed penis. It dawned on me that I’d never seen a real one before.

“Shhh. It’s okay.” The man says to me, only to receive a whimper from me as an answer.

“Please, no…” I whimper.

He ignored me and moved those awful fingers in and out of me, forcing my legs apart with his knees. I squirmed and tried to get away but that only made it hurt worse, so finally I just lay still. I shudder and cry. I’d heard about this sort of thing on TV, kids getting kidnapped and raped, but it never happened to me before.

The man took his fingers out of me and licked them. It nearly made me throw up for real. Why would someone do that? He smirked at me and stopped touching himself. He moved his hands over to my thighs and held them apart and down with his hands while he pushed it inside me. God it was so big, it hurt me so bad. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt! Why did anybody want to do this if it hurt so much??

He seemed to enjoy it, though, because he moaned and pushed all the way in in one hard movement. I cried out in pain and felt some sort of warm liquid slide down my butt cheeks. I would later find out it was blood.

After a short pause, he started to move that in and out of me. I whimpered and cried but he paid no attention and just kept going. I tried to move off of him, but he seemed to like that even more because he slammed harder and told me to do it again. I wouldn’t, and he grabbed my hips and started to move my body anyway. I screamed and cried until he kissed me. He didn’t put his tongue in my mouth. But, his kiss swallowed all of my screams. No one could hear me in the back of this van.

He started to rub me in a certain place that he said would make me feel good, but it didn’t do anything for me. I guess it’s because he was raping me. Nothing feels good when you’re being raped.

It took what seemed like ages before he finally finished. I felt something slimy inside me when he finished and he bit my lip when I felt the slimy stuff in me. But then he got off of me, pulling out of me. It still hurt so much. But it felt better when his penis wasn’t inside me to stretch me any further. He opened the back door to the van. It was dark outside now. He told me to get out and never mention his name to anybody. I got out and ran as fast as I could the five blocks home, not caring about the pain “down there.” I don’t even care that I don’t have any pants or underpants on. I just ran. All the way home.