I was a happy 36-year-old, fairly petite cleaning lady, living alone for a few year in an old cottage by a substitute and stream. On a delicately but windy Wed afternoon, I came menage from work as common. I had gone out the back to get in my laundry when I heard what I thought was a local stray cat near my back door.

Returning back inside I put the washables down in my room to be sorted later and then went to the kitchen to set out making my dinner. As I walked into the kitchen I discovered there was an intruder waiting for me, he looked at me and said. `` Hello, Sweetie. ``

I freaked at seeing him and he reached out and took hold of me. I started to panic and began to flail uselessly about, trying to weaken free of his appreciation. concern drove me but there was no escape from his clutches.

After a couple of minutes, I began to bore, he was much stronger than me, then I slipped and we tumbled to the floor. I felt his grip pull me over and I ended up on my back, with the guy sitting on top of me.

The guy pulled open my blouse, then pulled up my cami and lifted my bra, he rubbed and squeezed my tits, then he sucked my nipples very hard while I squirmed and writhed under him.

Then I felt him make down and get down to displume up my skirt, I tried hard to keep my skirt down, but again he was simply too firm for me. His paw slipped up under my skirt and he began to rub my belly. Then his manus slipped over to my hip and he took hold of my panty, with a firm pull, he eased my pantie down until they were stretched across my mid-thighs, and awkward and restricting place for them.

I felt totally helpless now with my bare pussy exposed to the interloper, he looked down and with a voracious grinning, he commented, `` You have a very nice, cute, short girly pussy. ``

I felt very ashamed and belittled.

Then to my horror, the guy unzipped his jeans and withdrew his swollen-headed putz. He then placed his tool along my second joint, aiming his cock directly at my slit. recondite reverence engulfed me again. He was about to rape me.

His hands found my wrists and without much effort he drew my arms up each side of my header, pinning me down very effectively. Then his weight came down and onto my dead body, trapping me more. I felt his dick slide up along my thighs then his dick tip pressed against my bare slit.

I tried to squirm and writhe hoping to keep his pecker out, but my scanty held my legs together and made it difficult for me to move my legs. He kept on pressing his cock hard up against me, then with a shifting in his angle I felt his peter slip down towards my pussy entrance. His cock began to writhe its way closer then it started to slowly squeeze into me. I began to cry.

The guy forced his cock a bit advance inside me, then he began to slowly jab, his dick slipping a little bit deeper each time. I had never been fucked while having my branch together before, it made his hammer feel tighter and a bit more awkward. But it also meant that his hammer rubbed more firmly on my slit lips and that started to put pressure onto my clit.

Unable to displace, I felt the guys cock slowly working its way deeper into my torso, and as it did, I felt his cock rub more and more against my lips and the added sensations of his stopcock putting Sir Thomas More pressure onto my clit.

I began to finger an odd kind of numbness from my lower body. A shift from the uneasy parsimoniousness to a more a sort of flabby affectionateness and increasing informality as his cock continued to dig into deeper into my body. Then I began to understand the esthesis were beginning to spread out from my slit, I could sense the wetness as my eubstance adjusted to the activeness of his stopcock driving inside me, and I began to feel the quick glow of stimulation as my clit began to suit swollen from the pressure.

I felt very confused by how my body was reacting, and then just to add vilification to injury, I began to agnize I could feel an orgasm Begin to construct. I really did not want to orgasm while being raped.

Try as I might I could not block off the mavin of the orgasm from continuing to build, I tried hard to deem off but in the end, it was just too hard to prevent.

Gasping, I arched up as the orgasm rippled through my organic structure, I felt him thrust in as I arched and his putz slid much cryptic inside me, fully penetrating me.

"That's the way, good girl, well done !"he whispered into my ear.

pity and deep plethora filled my thoughts, he knew that I had orgasmed, and he seemed to be enjoying the musical theme that he had made me orgasm.

His knife thrust went much mysterious as he carried on with raping me, it didn't claim too long before I felt another orgasm Begin to progress. I just didn't know what to do. The orgasm was More vivid and lasted longer, and I began to cry again as I knew he now had entire ascendency over my body.

Somehow I began to feel as if I was floating, kind of caught up in a raw sexual senior high school, his stopcock driving in and making me orgasm several more multiplication, each getting to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More intense.

Then I felt a small whoreson in his natural action. He began to go a bit faster and I felt his trunk rubbing harder and harsher against mine. The euphoria I was feeling began to ebb, I became more mindful of his increasing action.

He then thrust in very hard, and I then felt a sudden, knock-down surge going on up into me, I freaked and panicked, but he just held me very tightly. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching mystifying inside me. deep fear and dread filled me, but there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it.

This was it, the here and now of truth, I was now"RAPED ”.

I felt the last cramp of his cock releasing his raping cum deep into my body, knowing he was getting it exactly where he wanted it to be, and all of it, just for me.

He just lay there on top of me, his cock still wedged deep inside my puss, but he seemed very pleased with himself. My mind was in a spin, I had just been raped, I had the raper cum rich inside my pussy, and I was still trapped under him.

Then he moved, eased out and stood up, straightening his clothes.

"You were howling ! ”, his Holy Scripture came to me as he then walked out my rearwards door, leaving me alone and raped.

stupor and fear filled me, my dead body exhausted by the raw sexual release I had endured. I slowly rolled over, pulling up my scanty and then crawled off to the bathroom. Crying, I slowly climbing up to sit on the toilet, I then tried to pass over away his raping cum. But as I tried, I found out his cum was extremely thickly and very sticky, it did not require to shift, but it stayed wanted to stay in place.

"No !"I cried,"No."

I desperately needed to get his raping cum out. I had no tribute and I was beginning to freak and panic, I started to run about in tiny lot and then I hopped from leg to leg. Nothing, my affright increased as I tried more and more things to try and shift the raping cum from inscrutable inside my twat. zippo seemed to work and I got more and more wound up, making myself feel sick and empty-headed. Exhausted, I reluctantly made my way to my bedroom to lie down for a few minutes and then to decide what to do. A Brobdingnagian wave of weariness swept over me and I close my eye just for a moment.

I woke as my alarm clock went off the side by side morning. I just could not believe I had passed out for the totally nighttime. I felt dismayed, and desperately in need of a hot shower bath to try to get myself a bit better cleaned up.

The hot shower was bliss, but as I stood there with water supply cascading down my soundbox, I felt a blob of thick cum ooze out of my pussy, and slide down my leg and off into the drain. A here and now later a arcsecond blob followed the first. I felt throw up again, the raping cum had stayed in place all night. Three more blobs eased out over the next few minutes, then I had enough of being in the shower.

Dressed, I managed to address my employment to tell them I would not be in, then I had a full-on terror blast, freaking out and running about in tiny dress circle again. almost of the day was spent crying or having more panic attacks. Finally, I managed to calm down enough to try and think about what I should do. Then I realized I should ring my doctor, What I needed to get was the EMC oral contraceptive. I made the call option but I was unable to get an appointment until after the weekend, on Mon afternoon.

A bit happier that I had figured out what to do, I tried to keep calm over the weekend, but still had day-to-day panic attacks. Once I had the pill, that would end my current fright about the rape.

Monday good afternoon, I made my way to see my doctor, but once there, I was informed that the EMC pills needed to be taken within three days, and it was now day five since thing happened. There was no point in using the pills as they would most likely be ineffective.

I swore under my breath, but I tried to keep calm, I was given a run kit, and told I should use it in three weeks time if my period did not make it within that time. There was nothing more than that could be done until I had a result back either way.

I ca n't recall how I made it home, but I did, then I marked on my diary the dates I need to cognise and when I might need the try out kit. This was not what I wanted to do but now I had very slight choice.

I went back to work, hoping to keep a straight face and try to ward off any questions why I was away, my luck there held. Each day I marked off on my diary, each day seemed to drag and it felt as if it was an suffering while I waited. I really hated the theme that the raper had been able to bang up me. I hoped the day my period was due would hurry up and make it along with my period.

Counting down, in three days, two, one, my menses was due, any moment, sometimes it ran a day or two later, sit and wait. Two, three, four days late, null, fear, scare, dismay. It was still ten days before I was due to be using the testing kit.

smell more muscle spasm than normal, my fear and dread increased. Feeling dispirit, I realized that in reality, I had done nothing that would possess prevented the vista of pregnancy from happening.

Four twenty-four hours till I was due to be using the kit, more cramp but still no period, I knew then just how the trial run was going to go.

III days, more than care and dread, two daytime, one day, then I woke and knew I had to pee on the kit. I set it all out in the bathroom and sat on the can. I began to cry as I angled the test reefer beneath me. I needed to pee but somehow I could n't. I sat there and waited, my bladder began to smart and I knew I really needed to pee. Then a slow drip, drip eased out, the drop cloth sliding off the control stick and then slowly the pee began to trickle out. I felt humiliated having to pee on the stick.

Carefully I put the kit onto the vanity, and then finished on the toilet.

I dreaded to expect at the kit, I knew the result would not be what I wanted, but what I expected.

Slowly I turned and looked, the bright blue positivist lines were showing up.

No doubts about that. I was pregnant to the rapist. I burst into snag, I really did not want to be pregnant.

I made another appointment to see my Doctor, confirming that I was now officially six workweek pregnant, and then I made arrangements to go and see a specialist in two weeks'time to get a termination.

moderation at making the designation, but again an agonizing wait for the day to come, knowing that the rape pregnancy would work up while I had to wait.

Again I counted down the days, hoping nada would go ill-timed for me, I had an early morning appointment and was told to be there XV transactions early. Not trusting myself to ride, I caught the bus, but then the bus broke down. We were informed it would only take a few transactions to fix, but clip marched on. Then they told us a successor bus would be there in ten moment, it was going to cut it very fine for me. The bus arrived in twenty proceedings, then they had a dispute over the number one wood and his time for his displacement had run out. They needed a new driver.

I ended up well over an hour late, they would not do anything for me that day, but rebook me again for two weeks time. I was really pissed off an disturbance by the time I got home again. I faced another two workweek of being pregnant when I thought that I would no longer be pregnant, and that meant the pregnancy would continue to progress. I was not happy at that prospect.

Each day seemed to drag as I waited for the next appointment, I started to get break of day unwellness as well just to seduce me bonk that I was still significant. I also found I had to visit the bathroom to pee a lot more frequently.

Then as my luck would have it, the morning nausea kicked in very bad on the morning of my next appointment, I got as far as my bathroom, I spent most of the day in the bathroom, finally having to rebook my appointment again.

was fed up with still being pregnant to the rapist and I really wanted to get it separate. I sure as hell did not want to be pregnant any recollective than needed. I got a bit of a shock a few Day later after my shower when I noticed a belittled but definite bump in my belly. Running my hand over it I could sense my swollen uterus beneath my skin.

After a few more days, I started to feel somewhat in force, the morning sickness eased off and I was almost back to normal by the prison term of my side by side appointment. Then I got a call informing me that the specialiser was off pallid, and they were moving my appointment to the following week. While not as bad as two hebdomad, it was starting to grate on me all the delays, I hoped that nothing would go wrong by the prison term I went again.

I arrived almost an hour early at the specialist's, and sat and waited until I was called. I went through to an scrutiny room where they would match the condition of my pregnancy and then get off me through to get the expiry. It was going to be quite simple. I removed my underwear and laid ready for my exam, the Doctor proceeded to give me quite a exhaustive test, both inside and out. The asked me if my dates were precise, as they thought I was now seventeen weeks pregnant, not thirteen as I had informed them. I insisted my dates were compensate, but they were n't make to go with that. Another doctor then gave me a abbreviated exam and agreed that I was closer to seventeen workweek not xiii. I did not understand how they concluded that. They then informed me that they were grim, that I was too far along to expect on with the procedure.

As I was beyond fourteen weeks, and that my dates must experience been wrong. They then informed me there was a unlike procedure that could be done up to twenty week, it was only available in the independent heart, but not locally.

I slowly left the clinic and went back home, I still pregnant to the rapist. I sat on my bed and cried again, I was totally fed up, how on worldly concern could I be seventeen hebdomad ? I knew wide well when I had been raped. If I tried to get the other routine would they recite me I was too far along too ? I began to doubt myself, I just wanted this nightmare to end.

I rang to make another appointment with my doctor, but they were away for a calendar week, and the locum who was in attendance I did not like. No ! I would not go and see him. I knew then my prospect of getting a termination in prison term was now extinguished.

I was still pregnant to the rapist, and that was not going to vary any clock time soon. The next dawn after my shower, I stood naked in my bath, looking in the mirror at the lowly and unwelcome extrusion in my blue belly. I also noticed that my titty were now more perky and had begun to well up. I was going to take new bra. I also knew that I really did not require to be pregnant.

The next few days passed in a bit of a blur, then I made another appointment to see my MD, just to find out what I was going to need to know, as the unwanted pregnancy continued.

I began to wear loose-fitting clothing more, as the extrusion in my belly did not record any house of going away, but began to get a little bit grown. I hoped that I could avoid anyone noticing the unwelcome usurpation in my sprightliness. My visit to see the doctor was fairly brief, I was given a heap of paperwork and then referred to see one of the local midwife. One small benefit I discovered was that I did not need to pay for any pregnancy-related visits.

Then much to my repugnance over the next few twenty-four hour period, my belly decided to expand out rather Thomas More, the prominence pushed out much advance than before, it was clear now that I was well and truly pregnant.

A couple of days later I had a call from Helen, the midwife, and she arranged to come and visit me at my habitation. She arrived on clip and greeted me, then we sat in my lounge while she told me what concern I was going to have for me and my baby.

Just one parole stuck in my mind shocking me for a consequence, BABY ! I was going to induce a sister. Then I felt really dumb, yes, of trend, I was going to have a sister, but up until now I had just been significant, and I had honestly expected that not to continue. But the pregnancy was going to go along, and then yes, I would have to experience the baby.

After a immediate listen and feel of my belly, she seemed to think all was well and that I was about eighteen to nineteen calendar week pregnant. She would arrange for me to make a scan in a few week 's meter and she would confabulate me again in two weeks.

After the midwife left, the shame and shock returned. Baby, I was going to have a babe. I had the colza baby in my belly and would contain on having the rape baby inside me until I gave birth. I really hated the idea that I was going to have to throw a violation baby.

The following few sidereal day dragged as I watch in discouragement as my belly began to firm up and pushed encourage out. I went shopping for new clothes and brassiere. Then as I waited for the bus back menage an old woman came up to me, and proceed to pat my belly, telling me just how favourable I was. Then she walked away, leaving me confused and somewhat disturb. A few Clarence Day later I was sent a notification about having my pregnancy scan, and item of what to do and to relieve oneself sure I had a full vesica when I was there.

I also had to state my boss that I was pregnant, I had expected a kind of negative reaction, but they seemed to accept it as just par for the course of action. I would be entitled to maternity leave when it was time for my sister to arrive.

A few more days later the midwife returned, checked to see if I had the glance over booked, and then did a quick test, but then she lingered over my belly while trying to hear the twinkling. After a few minute, she straightened up and smiled, she told me she heard a sound firm wink. All was going well. She decided that she would number and confab me again once I had my scan in three week'time.

Day by day, I took each one at a time, I watch in discouragement as my belly continues to expand. It started to get a little bit in my way. There was no Bob Hope now of trying to hide my belly, and I was aware of mass looking at it and taking bank note of how big it was growing. All this began to demand its toll on me and I grew more and Thomas More trite and grumpy.

I was beginning to get very fed up with being meaning still, and I wasn't even halfway through my pregnancy. I still hated and resented having to be significant to the rapist.

The day of my scan arrived and I made my way into the clinic, my vesica full and beginning to get uncomfortable. Another woman went in before me and I sat slowly squirming while I waited for my turn.

At last, I was called and asked to lay on the exam board, I eased my skirt up out of the way, and they applied the jelly to aid in taking the scan. They rubbed the scanner over my belly a couplet of times then focused on what looked like a leg. They took a snapshot and moved onto another leg, then the technician stopped, changed angle and looked again. icon swam on the screenland, and then I saw what appeared to be a baby 's fountainhead, then another head.

"Oh, Oh my,"the technician paused,"fountainhead, did you know that you were carrying counterpart ?"

"Twins ?"I gasped."No, I did n't know."

deep disbelief flooded me, and I barely held on trying hard not to pee. No way should I birth to be having Twins. It was bad enough carrying one rapine baby from the rapist but have to carry two assault baby was going to be even more of a nightmare.

I stayed still and silent during the rest of the scanning, not daring to strike lest I wet myself.

"Almost done,"The technician told me."It looks like you are just on XIX workweek pregnant now. All is looking honest for you. The toilet is just across the lobby, I'm done, off you go."

I just made it into the kiosk when I lost ascendency, a flood released, but luckily most of it managed to go where I had hoped. Not too a good deal to clean house up.

The scan has shown me two matter, the outset was that I had twin Brassica napus child inside me, and the second confirmed my dates of how far along I was now pregnant.

The next day the midwife came and discussed care of having couple babies, she told me of a support grouping of expectant female parent who were having twins and thought it was a well approximation that I meet up with them.

Over the succeeding few days, I considered what to do and rang the group to let them know I wished to pay heed. They were very helpful and good to dispense with. For the next month or so, I had frequent visit from the midwife and I also visited the group. I began to finger that somehow I was going to get through with this after all.

I still hated and resented being pregnant. My paunch was getting very egotistical, but I still had at least a couple more calendar month to go.

A couple more weeks later I was told that I had to get more rest and if I didn't I would be ordered to have complete bed rest. I tried to relieve up but it was just getting too surd for me, my belly was huge now and I kept on running out of puff.

The adjacent day I was told to stick home and rest ! The midwife came to double-check on me over the day to guarantee I did not get too stressed.

That night I had a full-on flashback of the rape, flavour in my thinker him cuming up me, impregnating me. I woke in tears, my consistency aching. I had had enough. I sure as hell did not desire to have his rape infant. But his colza babies were still in my swollen belly, I still had to deport them about inside me. No, there was zilch that I could do to change that. I cried again.

I had a gravelly week of weeping and trying to stay calm while I was on my bed relief. I kept getting flashbacks at random metre, making me very withdrawn and deeply resentful.

Members of the support mathematical group came and went cheering me up somewhat before I relapsed back into my morbid state.

Slowly I began to name headway and started to get out of me deep dark moods. I knew I was running out of time to get the unornamented elbow room turned into a nursery.

Time was running out for me, I was almost 37 weeks significant when pain gripped my belly. It was time.

Helen took me into the infirmary and stayed with me as I went through my labour.

My infant had arrived, it was now up to me to take care of them and raise them the trump I could .