The Guilty Conscience - Short Story Chapter 1

The Guilty Conscience - Short Story Chapter 1

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

I do not think rape is a subject to take lightly. This story is complete fiction and not meant to offend anyone, nor is it an endorsement of rape.

Summary

I do not think rape is a subject to take lightly.

This story is complete fiction and not meant to offend anyone, nor is it an endorsement of rape.

Content

Submitted: December 18, 2015

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Content

Submitted: December 18, 2015

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Kian walked into the house and automatically picked up his mail. A familiar handwriting caught his eyes since the computers had come into existence very seldom would one find a handwritten letter. As he began to slit open the envelope, his wife Zaisha walked in carrying a tray of two cups of ginger milk tea, and biscuits. 

 

'Hey hun, how was your day' she asked Kian as she kept the tray on the dining table. Kian's mind was preoccupied with the handwriting that had caught his eye. 

 

'Just the usual' he mumbled, as he gave Zaisha a soft kiss on her lips. 

 

He took his mail along with the cup of tea and entered his study. Half an hour later he was still standing at the door tears in his eyes.

 

The letter began like a conversation, no greetings, just words…………….

 

“A part of you has grown in me. And so you see, it's you and me together forever and never apart, maybe in distance, but never in heart.”

 

“We had spent a large part of our childhood and teenage years together. It amazes me that we never actually dated, but we did have a few intimate moments that left us a bit “giddy” and “blushed”. 

 

I remember the time you proposed in true filmy style with a hibiscus in hand and the clichéd words “Will you be mine”, it was tacky but I fell for it and do so every time I think about it.

 

You need to know what happened that July day …………… 

Some things cannot be left halfway it has to be finished.

 

HE forced himself on me on that fateful day when there were celebrations going on in the  house. 

 

A ‘family get together’ you told me, and I had to be there to represent 'us' for you were out traveling, but it was more of a ‘gossiping get together’.

 

The family get-together was going on and everyone was on the terrace, I came downstairs for some fresh air and peace of mind to free myself from all the gossips and back biting I was subjected to. 

 

He made his way into the house on the pretext of using the bathroom, he was not alone three of his friends accompanied him, all intoxicated and stoned. I was just being nice since I was in HIS house otherwise the very mention of his name disgusted me. But when he stepped into the house he made the decision, which would change my life tremendously.

 

HE and his friends forced themselves on me, taking advantage of my being alone and scared.  

 

I was immediately surrounded by these men, with two of them holding my arms. 

 

They all smiled at me, well, actually they leered at me. 

 

I tried to scream, but a hand covered my mouth. They dragged and threw me on the bed.  I pleaded with them not to do this, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. They held my arms and took my clothes off, I told them to stop plenty of times and tried to push them away, but they just kept hushing me, kept holding me down, touching me, kissing me, and taking my clothes off while they were undressing themselves too, it was chaotic.  

 

Now most of the men, devoid of clothes were standing around me. Their cocks were erect in most cases but bobbling. I was held down on the bed, one man on either side, pulling my legs apart, holding my hands and arms, one at my head, his mouth over my mouth biting and sucking my lips and tongue hard. 

 

Their  cocks were of various sizes, cut and uncut, but with one purpose in mind, getting into me. The first man forced himself into me, the vaginal muscles were stretched all the way to accommodate him, he hit bottom, a good jolt to my cervix. 

 

Since I was being smooched or rather bitten by another I could not scream as he forced himself into me. He was not gentle, I think my pain made them, even more, horny.  

 

I did all I could do with the power that I had at that point of time. I scream, scratched and pushed them but they were so extremely strong and it did not seem to make any sense to keep trying. I was worn out and tired. They were all over me and I had completely given up. I just stopped. I tried to relax, maybe it will make it easier. 

 

As he climaxed inside me and I believe I felt him spurting into me a somewhat burning sensation since my vaginal walls were stretched and his hot sperm caused a burning sensation. 

 

I tried to keep track of how many times I was violated but could not. They branched out into oral, blowjobs, and sodomized me, my whole body hurt and I realized I was bleeding from my vagina and from the anus. 

 

Animals in a rut were what flashed through my mind. Like a trapped animal, I looked around and all I could see was partially or fully naked men with hard cocks that were now red with my blood.

 

I don't think there was an inch of my body that did not have a bruise on it. When one got done another was ready to take his place. 

 

By now I was slipping in and out of consciousness. I don't know how long I was out each time, but I doubt if they stopped raping me during that time. I would eventually come back and I would find someone on top of me banging me with full force and me still in a lot of pain. 

 

Soon I was unconscious more than I was conscious. I can only think that a bunch of sadists was doing this to me. Just wanted to see me suffer and be the cause of my suffering. 

 

I was beginning to wonder that if I died would they keep it up. Probably!  I had to live, I had to be physically and mentally strong. So I detached myself. All I thought was that they could take my body, but I would not let them take my soul. I did not feel a thing. It felt like an outer-body experience. It seemed as if I stepped out of my body and was watching them violate me, not able to do anything about it. 

 

When they were done they gave my limp body a shower, wiping off all the evidence, then throwing me back on the bed they left leaving me there wounded and crying. I passed out instantly. 

 

When I woke up after a couple of hours, I got dressed and left for the police station where I made my statement.  

 

Other than the damage done to my genitals, there was no trace evidence, thanks to the shower that they gave me. Only severe bruising inside and outside, large bluish red bruised areas on the inside of my thighs. All the procedures and medical help took really long and by the time, it was all done it was almost evening. I was extremely tired, hungry I just fell off to sleep no sooner had I reached home.

 

On waking up the next day all the cards had been turned in my direction, I was the slut and the story teller. One can do wonders when they have power and money, and that is what happened, the victim turned into the accused. I was alone, scared and miserable I tried calling you several times only to receive an SMS from you which said that you didn’t want to stay in touch after all. Such is life ……………

 

You must be thinking why now when I had been silent for six long years. 

 

Do you know what makes me write to you today? I need to say goodbye to you, after having spent six years with your ghost that has walked, slept, eaten and lived between my husband and me. I have come to realize that your intrusive presence has been there because I don’t want to let go of you. The man whom I loved for years, the man who deserted me, and the man whom I lived for has to be buried six feet under.

 

It took me an excruciating six years to individually erase every single memory I had of you. Every touch of your hand, the way you looked at me, your smile, your sense of humor, you sitting pressed up against me in the taxi. Those were my moments of hell after you left.

 

The past with you worries me, I can’t be dragged back into time. I have finally settled down, Good job, great husband! I finally feel successful, you represent failure to me. 

 

Failure to be strong enough to accept me in my moments of despair, failure to fight against your family for the unjust done to me. 

 

I wanted to be with you, and suddenly all the bitterness has gone away and I want to be with you again. I am no longer in love with you, but I think I still love you. Is that even possible? I want to hold you and maybe make you laugh and maybe truly laugh myself for the first time in six years. I love my husband a lot. He has made me a better person. He is handsome and accomplished and we’re quite content. He is the sole reason I am living again and all I want to do is be with you right now.”

 

And the letter ended just like that, disgusted with himself, Kian scrunched up the letter and threw it in the wastepaper basket, and he took a sip of tea which was already cold, then he went to the waste paper basket, picked up the letter, smoothed it out carefully, folded it and inserted it into his wallet.

 


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