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Click hereIt was all getting too much for me. I was practically bouncing into the air he was hitting me so hard and so often and I couldn't take too much more of this. My blood seemed to be boiling and I was so hot I think my nerves were catching fire.
When everything seemed to explode around me I just went into a shuddering fit, not knowing which way was up. I came slowly back to earth with Steve looking incredibly smug.
I gave him a nasty look but I didn't really have the energy to put a real kill shot into it. He, on the other hand, was all smiles and pleasantries, telling me how marvellous I was, how responsive. I didn't say how marvellous and responsive he was. I just bided my time. I would have his balls for this little episode. I retired to the bathroom to have another shower as I was incredibly sticky, making sure I had a towel with me.
Assuming that Steve was going to stay until Elsie and Tim got home I decided that when they did I'd explain that I wouldn't be able to sit for them anymore, due to the rape dangers involved. Then I'd burst into tears. (I'd probably have to work at it to produce tears because, to be honest, I was feeling absolutely marvellous. I suspected that my boyfriend would find himself getting lucky in the near future.) Let's see how big man Steve handled an angry sister who has lost her baby-sitter. I could see myself having some fun with this. Steve was in for a bad time.
None of these people exist. Worrying about fictional people is, well, crazy. The actual act of rape is abhorrent, this is fantasy. You can't be completely unaware of the fact that people can fantasize about a taboo, yet find the actual act entirely unacceptable. That's pretty much the case for the overwhelming majority of erotic fiction.
I enjoyed the story, and also the end where she fantasizes about her revenge. As to the other comment, it's clear in the story it was a rape. Even the victim writes, "I'd explain that I wouldn't be able to sit for them anymore, due to the rape dangers involved." My own personal belief is that these sorts of things happen more often than people might suspect, and calling attention to them in a well written story is not a priori a bad thing. Five stars from me.
This should be in the category of "Rape." You see the rape began when she said "no," but he continued until she could no longer resist. Now she has to live with the memory. Ashson may think these rape stories are cute, but every one of them is one which would qualify for an award from me, the father/husband of any of these girls/women. The award would be a vacation in the hospital.....please do not write any more of these, Ashson, you are a good writer, with a good imagination..... can you please increase your genre?