A most pleasant rape

I can’t believe it is happening to me.

My name is Daisy Daniels. I’m thirty-three years old, divorced three years, no children, one cat and a decent job. I live alone in a small house that I got in the divorce. Of course, I got the payments, too.

It’s Friday evening and I’m looking forward to relaxing with a hot bath and a few glasses of Merlot while I watch a nice romantic comedy. I’m ready for the weekend.

As I walked in the door nothing seemed amiss. I entered the kitchen and put my purse and cell phone on the table. Then I was hit hard from behind. I was sprawled across the table when I felt his weight on my back, pinning me down.

“Don’t scream and don’t fight and you might get out of this without getting hurt,” he whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to remove your clothes now. Don’t fight me and I won’t get hurt you.”

He pulled my top over my head and unfastened my brassiere then reached under me and fondled my breasts.

“Nice tits Daisy. I’m going to enjoy playing with them. Now lift your hips, the slacks are coming off, too.”

I lifted my hips and felt my britches being pulled off. Although I still had on my panties I knew that wouldn’t be the case for long. You may ask why I complied so complacently and so readily. It’s simple. I knew I was going to be raped. I figured if I complied I’d only be raped, not beaten and raped or raped and killed. It was a case of self preservation.

He rubbed my bottom and stroked my pussy through my panties.

“Love your ass Daisy. Are you a virgin back here?”

In a quivering voice I answered, “Yes, my ex-husband tried but it hurt too much. Please don’t do that to me.”

“Daisy baby, we’re going to try everything. You won’t be a virgin when I leave. Now lift your hips again and let’s get shed of your pretty panties.”

He rolled my panties down and spread my legs, rubbing me and fingering my clit.