She knew rape was supposed to be traumatic, but for her it was the happiest she ever felt. She would fall asleep half-naked in the back of her convertible in a seedy neighbourhood, and wake up to a hand over her mouth and a stranger’s cock violating her pussy. Often she would cum immediately, just from the awareness of what was happening to her, and then repeatedly throughout her violation, squealing sluttily in a muffled way into her rapist’s palm. If her rapist stole her clothes and left her to stagger home naked with his sperm dripping from her cunt, it left her a memory she could masturbate to for weeks, but it was also good if he slapped her hard enough to leave bruises she could feel for days afterwards…
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