Overpowered

(AN: Please note that this is a rapefic. I have added all the warnings I could think of. Rape is wrong. I don't condone it by writing this and hope that no one ever gets so personally violated. It's just a story.)

Chapter One

Mina slept soundly in her bed; unaware that the window she opened to cool her room from the day’s summer heat was an invitation for an unwanted sexual encounter. Unaware of the gloved hand that carefully pulled it open further, just enough to slip inside and loom over her, a wicked shadow, an immovable column of power. She was unaware that he had watched her undress for bed, had watched her sleep for agonizing hours.

When he reached for her, she woke slowly, eyes opening heavily and reluctantly.  She felt a rough gloved hand over her mouth to muffle her startled gasp. His heavy body crushed her, made her too breathless to scream while his other hand slipped between them, with the help of his knees, to part her tangled legs.  A whimper from her did nothing to soften his cold gaze as he pushed his gloved finger into her body, violating her.

Mina froze, shock made her stiff, arching, then shaking. She relaxed then blinked away the tears. She wasn’t in shock, she’d just orgasmed. Her eyes now opened wide with alarm and his fingers stopped. Her assailant was also confused and stared down into her face, searching them for answers she couldn’t possibly provide. He didn’t keep that expression long , it hardened once more as he adjusted his weight above her.

In one heartless thrust, his cock was inside her. She gasped from the abruptness, from the ache of the stretch. He didn’t allow any time for her to become acquainted with his girth. He plunged into her again and again, watching her as she watched him. Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes and slid down past her temples into the canals of her ears.

She closed her eyes as the paralyzing sensation struck her again. Before it could take hold of her, she widened her legs and pushed up to meet his violent thrusts. Once, twice, and then she came, shaking and jerking. Her moans muffled wetly against his gloved hand. He released her mouth just in time to hear the tail-end of a pleasured whimper, and her hips stilled, her legs relaxed.

He stiffened but did not come. He looked shocked and a little distracted and annoyed. He pulled out of her suddenly, still hard, zipped up, and pushed himself off of her bed.

Mina lay very still, watching him as he watched her. He could see her better from the light through the window and she knew what she must look like. Disheveled, wanton, vulnerable to a fault. But why then did he look so afraid of her?  He climbed out her window, down the fire escape, without a word.

Mina knew that she should feel ashamed, scared, angry, helpless, or anything else victims of rape often feel. But the only helplessness she felt was in not knowing when she’d feel what he made her feel again.

It wasn’t as though he were particularly skilled at sex, she’d had very considerate lovers before that were capable of bringing her to orgasm. But her rapist was just being a rapist, was just forcing himself onto her for his own pleasure, for his own gain. She felt a little victorious to have somehow outsmarted him, unknowingly using him for her own dark release.

She knew she was crazy. Who thought like this? Who fantasized this while they lay in their beds at night with the window open and a gloved hand pressing against their own clit and mouth? She was a sick person. She knew it. But why didn’t she feel shame?

She was desperate for his return. Aching for him to finish the job. It was dangerous, she knew. He could have battered her, could have killed her, but he didn’t. Mina felt a strange affection for him because he did not harm her to the extent that he could have.

She waited for him, many nights after, leaving her window open wider than before. Believing that he could see her through her window, she undressed in front of it often, touched herself intimately often, and went to sleep without a nightgown or sheets to encumber him should he return to violate her again. But it’d been months and there was no sign from him.  She was beginning to give up hope that this could happen again. Or had happened at all.