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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Daniel
It's been more than a week since Johan started demanding blow-jobs from me and I just do as he asks, when he asks it.
I don't have a choice really, but at least I'm not getting drunk because of it anymore.
Tonight though, he shows up in my room, after midnight, while I'm asleep, with only my underpants on, and rips the duvet cover off of me. He has keys for every door on the estate, except the main manor.
That wakes me and I turn onto my back and glare at him, wondering what the fuck he wants.
Reeking of alcohol, he doesn't say anything and simply starts rubbing me all over my chest. Moving his hand down towards my dick, which he has, up and until now, shown no interest in. I'm afraid of what he's planning.
I try and fight him off, but he slaps my hands away and strokes me next to my shorts, ignoring my dick and balls.
Suddenly, he pushes his one hand in-between my legs, aiming for my ass.
A, nee a! Oh, no you don't!!!
I clench my ass-cheeks tight, lock my thighs, to prevent him from getting to my ass, and try and sit up.
He removes his hand and pushes me back down. Then, he grabs the back of my knees and with brute force, pulls my legs up and pushes them over my chest, exposing my ass to him.
I try and kick him but he dodges my attempt and leans with his full weight on my legs. In a swift move my legs are resting on his shoulders.
He grabs my underpants, with one hand, and rips the back of them wide open.
My ass is exposed.
"Nee!!!" I cry out and try and fight him off, but he back-hands me hard across my ass.
"Shut the fuck up!" He yells.
He takes his hard dick out of his tracksuit pants and with no lubricant or condom shoves himself into me.
The pain's excruciating and I scream. "Nee!!! Stop!!!" I yell at him to stop, trying to wiggle away from him but he holds me firm by my shoulders, as he's now got me flat on my back with my legs over his own, leaning his full weight on my hamstrings.
He pulls a handkerchief out of his shirt pocket and gags me.
I try and punch him, but he hits me right on my chin with his right fist. I hear my jaw crack.
My struggle and moans only encourages him further and he pounds his dick into me, pitilessly. Thrusting even harder, he does his best to get his rod as deep inside me as he possibly can.
It feels as if he's ripping me apart and tears start streaming down my face. My sobs are muffled by his dirty handkerchief. All I can do is pray for this to be over quickly but I know he's revelling in my pain.
A warm trickle runs down my crack onto my back. I must be bleeding.
His breathing is laboured and wheezy. Unfit and fat, he's struggling to keep his momentum and stamina. I realize that this, unbelievable torture, might be over soon. But it's taking too long!
God, why is this happening to me?
I place my hands in front of his hips to try and push him off me but he grabs my wrists and grips them together on my chest with his other hand next to me on the bed, keeping himself balanced. He's got about half his weight pushing down on my chest and I'm battling to breathe.
"Hou jou bek stil, moerskont!" He tells me to keep quiet and fucks me faster and harder. To him I'm the slut looking for it.
I can feel his nuts slap against the bottom of my ass and turn my face to the side, so that his alcoholic infused putrid smell is avoidable.
I want to puke. Tears stream down my face.
"Hou op grens!" He orders me to stop crying and releases my hands to backhand me across my face, again. At the same time, he thrusts harder, if that's at all possible.
"No wonder the boys like you. What a tight ass you have. Lekker man!" He's loving it.
He increases his pace and without warning, thrusts as deep as he can and gushes his disgusting seed into me. I feel him fill my insides up, coating me with his seed.
I suddenly realise that if he has HIV, I'm truly fucked. Oh. God, please don't let that be true. I start weeping again.
But he ignores me now, lingering for, what feels like a lifetime, and pulls his limp dick out of me and wipes it off on my one butt cheek, before dressing himself and opening my bedroom door. I feel his revolting fluid, mixed with my blood, run down my crack and onto the bedspread.
Turning towards me before he leaves, he says, "Better keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you"
I turn away from the door, embrace myself, and sob softly into my pillow. My body's aching all over and my ass' on fire.
Why is this happening to me?!
An hour or so later, I manage to get enough energy to head for the shower and wash off my disgust and any evidence from the ordeal. The shower floor stains pink, confirming that he must've torn my ass open. It's not too bad though because, except for my aching ass and burning insides, there doesn't seem to be much else in pain.
This can't go on!
I get dressed and phone Jaco.
"Hi sexy." He chirps.
"Please come and meet me at the estate's entrance. I urgently need to leave this place."
"Ok. I'm on my way. You ok, man? You sound dreadful."
"Please don't ask. Just get here a soon as you can. Please!" I disconnect the call and pack my bags.
Sneaking out quietly, in the middle of the night, I walk the one or so kilometre to the main entrance. Making sure that I stay in the night shadows, and sneak out the staff gate to wait for Jaco nearby.
The security guard doesn't seem to notice me. He may be sleeping. Though, I don't care anymore.
Sure enough, Jaco arrives forty-five minutes later and I jump into his car and we speed off. He, thankfully, doesn't ask and I sit silently next to him on the way to his place.
What am I to do now?