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Always the Victim

by Badsammie

Copyright© 2022 by Badsammie

Fiction Sex Story: A young woman finds history repeating itself, again and again, until she finds the secret that would break the cycle of abuse.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Coercion   Consensual   NonConsensual   Rape   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Fiction   MaleDom   Humiliation   Rough   Sadistic   Anal Sex   Facial   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Public Sex   .

She always was. She always had been. She didn’t know why, or what attracted them, but they had been present throughout her life. Even now, in her early twenties, it continued as much, if not more, than before. It didn’t matter if she dressed nice or frumpy. It didn’t matter if the skirt was short or long. None of it mattered, least of all her.

She had been so happy to have been promoted to executive secretary. She was so proud of her work. And then, late one night while bringing her new boss some paperwork, he’d sighed, looked at it, and rested his hand on her ass. And then, the kneading had started. She was a deer in headlights, frozen, as he had stood up, told her how pretty she was, as he pressed gently forward on her back. Still frozen, she’d heard the zippers. First her skirt, then his pants, and he’d pushed into her, rutting in her for several long minutes as she grunted under him. Finished, he pulled out, pecked her cheek, and said that she had a great future at the firm. Then he had pressed her head down to clean him. Later, she vomited in the bathroom, puking up her stupid belief in her abilities.

When money was tight, she had prided herself on ways to skimp and save. She had started riding the bus. Between not having to pay car insurance and gas, she had saved so much money. And then one day, a large man sat beside her on the loaded bus. She had whimpered when he started groping her, pawing at her chest. She wanted to scream, but a lifetime of abuse had effectively silenced her. Instead, when his hand worked at her panties, she’d taken it, and his fingers. Shaking as he licked them clean, he had pulled her hand under her coat in her lap, bringing it over to him. She hadn’t done anything. He used her hand to jack himself off, cumming on her hand and coat. She had sat there silently, missing 3 stops before realizing her purse was gone along with the man. All that was left was her coat and the drying cum on her hand.

When she started jogging, for months she had felt so good running through the park every morning. She had lost twenty pounds, felt proud of her hard work, strong and capable. And then one early morning, she’d been tackled by 3 young men. They took turns with her, one after another, leaving her body bruised and bleeding. When she got home, she looked in the mirror as she held her running outfit. Red stained the crotch of her shorts; her knees and palms were bloody. Her nose and lips were caked with drying blood. That led to her first abortion and she never ran again after that day.

 
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