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Hate
by diamond (diamond33@mail.com)

***

A story about rape and the single girl. (MF, rp)

***

This story is based on truth. Basically it is being 
written because of all those "Rape" stories out there. 
This story has been written with the help of 25 women 
who all were raped. These are not women who are afraid 
of men now, they are not "frigid", they are not even 
particularly bitter. They are women who had something 
happen to them in their lives. It made them who they are 
today. 

This work isn't a highlight in their lives, but they 
have decided not to turn their backs to it. They have 
decided to embrace it and hopefully teach others about 
rape. They teach women how not to confuse rape with 
regret. They teach men that rape is rape.

As always, this is rather a mature subject matter and 
should not be read by those under 21 or 18 in their 
respectable jurisdiction. (Although if a 16 year old boy 
reads this and thinks before he acts than I won't 
complain.) This is my work. It is based on factual 
events, which have been used with permission. I will 
have no problem with this story being published at any 
site within reason. What does that mean? Stick my name 
on it, credit the unnamed women, and tell me that you 
are doing it. If I come across it on a site that is 
using it as a stroke story, I will ask that you remove 
it. It is NOT a stroke story. That said...

Hate

"As far as I'm concerned you can string him up by his 
balls and lash him with barbed wire."

"Jackie, is that really a healthy thought?"

"Fuck yes, it makes me feel damn good to think of him 
like that."

"Jackie, I'm sensing a lot of anger in you. Let's work 
on that."

"Fuck no. I am angry. I'm fucking angry and I happen to 
like myself this way."

"Jackie, anger isn't good."

"Fuck you."

***

Five women sit around a table scattered with two empty 
bottles of Murphy Goode sauvignon blanc and another 
bottle looking to join its brethren. A waiter looks over 
to them periodically to see if they have looked at their 
menus yet, but this group appears to be having a liquid 
lunch.

The wine numbs them. They don't taste each glass they 
drink, they don't even enjoy it, what they do revel in 
is the lack of thoughts the wine allows them.

Laura waves to the waiter and mouths "check please". She 
finishes her glass and pours herself yet another one and 
then tops off the glasses to either side before letting 
the bottle join the other empties. The women haven't 
spoken to one another since sitting down. They have been 
drinking in silence together for the past hour, but the 
time for being silent has ended. At least for the next 2 
hours.

***

They sit on cheap folding chairs. Jackie is staring out 
the window looking at the brick building across the 
street. She is jarred by a voice that brings her back to 
the group.

"Did you really tell your shrink to fuck off?" Sarah 
asks her with awe.

"Hmmm?" Jackie looks around the group seeking the 
questioner. She looks Sarah in the eyes. "Yeah. I 
figured I was paying her and she should be telling me 
what I want to hear, at least for the first few times."

"Isn't it remarkable how they all pin down your anger?"

Nobody answers Laura's question. It's one that doesn't 
need to be.

Marie lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag. She 
holds it between her thumb and forefinger, staring at 
the ember. "I have fantasies. I find him, and place the 
cherry on his dick. I listen to him scream and beg and 
then I burn his nipples. I am about to shove it in his 
ass when the police come and drag me away. They call me 
a sick bitch and just laugh when I tell them he raped me 
and then did the same to me."

"I was babysitting for a family friend. She came home 
early and we had some wine. Teri told me that she was 
raped in college."

Laura smiles at Jackie, "There are lots of us out there. 
We just don't all admit to it unless there are others 
like us around."

Chris looks around the group. She looks at the faces. 
She sees eyes that are red with the lack of sleep. Lips 
that are drawn and taught. All of these women take one 
day off a month for this. Some are mothers, some work. 
All lead normal lives. If any of their friends knew that 
they were victims of rape, they wouldn't believe it. 
Victims of rape aren't you neighbor, or boss. They 
aren't the ones who get on with their lives. The hate 
men and lock themselves up in their own worlds. "I read 
in some book, somewhere, that we should write down what 
happened to us. We should write it down then burn it."

"I don't want to burn it. I'll write it, but I won't 
burn it. It doesn't just go away." Jackie reaches over 
and steals a cigarette from Marie.

Marie looks at Jackie, "I won't burn mine either." She 
looks at the others and smirks, "I'll just take my 
cigarette to strategic parts."

The others snicker.

No one says so, but it's time to leave. They put on 
their coats and smile at one another before walking out 
the door. They won't see one another for another month. 
No one voices their fear, but they are all thinking the 
same thing. Is a month enough time to write down 
everything?

***

Amy was in the room with her boyfriend. No one wants to 
sleep in the same room, hearing all the cute crap they 
say to one another, and no one wants to hear the noises 
that are sure to follow. Jackie makes her way up to the 
third floor of the dorm and knocks on Tara's door. Jan, 
Tara's roommate is at her boyfriend's and there is a 
spare bed in the room.

Tara answered the door in a nightshirt and black velvet 
sleep mask pulled up over her forehead. "Amy and Jake 
are at it again?"

Jackie nodded her head and moved into the room. The 
girls talked for a bit about the night. They had gone to 
a local bar for Halloween and had dressed up. Jackie had 
gone as a devil, but was too shy to wear the costume on 
its own, so she had worn a cape to cover it. She was 
also the designated driver. She had not had anything to 
drink the entire night, but for a few cokes. Tara had a 
few drinks, but wasn't a big drinker and ended up 
drinking cokes with Julie. They spent an hour or so, 
talking about the others and how drunk they were.

"I guess wearing a costume gives you the chance to let 
loose."

"And make an ass of yourself too," Jackie added.

They were drifting off to sleep when the phone rang. 
Tara picked it up. After the phone call she woke Jackie 
up enough to tell her that Jan had an argument with her 
boyfriend and she needed to go and comfort her. The last 
thing Jackie remembered is Tara asking her if she should 
lock the door on her way out.

Jackie told her not to worry about it.

Jackie woke up suddenly. She couldn't lift her chest to 
fill her lungs. There was a weight on top. She opened 
her eyes and looked into the face of her friend. Scott 
had been a friend of hers since school started. They 
hung out together. Jackie had helped Scott in some of 
his science classes, and Scott had helped Jackie in her 
film class.

"Scott, what's wrong?" She was cut off by his hand over 
her mouth.

"Make a noise and I will hurt you." He lifted her hands 
over her head and pinned them there with one hand. His 
other hand ripped her tee shirt away and tore her 
panties off. Jackie closed her eyes.

For eight years, she would erase the next events from 
her memory. Certain clues would remind her of things, 
like smells or images, but for several years, she chose 
not to remember. Perhaps her subconscious knew that she 
didn't need to remember right away.

For a long time, her next memory was of Tara finding her 
in the shower. Jackie was curled up in a ball in the 
corner. The next memory that came was of the door 
closing and Scott's hand on the knob. That memory 
existed for a few years. She liked it that way. She 
wasn't ready and her mind realized that.

Two years ago, she started a relationship with a 
wonderful man. He had a past that would make Scrooge 
cry. Abusive custodians and an abusive system wrecked 
havoc on this man, but he survived. His survival made 
Jackie realize she too could move forward. It was then 
that her memory filled in. The spaces that were 
previously vacant were now complete.

Scott bit her breasts until they were a bloody pulp. He 
slapped her several times for not responding to him in 
an acceptable manner. Scott was past the point of having 
fun with her, he wanted what he came for. Cruelly he 
slapped her labia and pinched at her clitoris. She lay 
there, looking out the window. She doesn't know what she 
focused on that night, and it doesn't matter now. She 
didn't feel the tears run down her cheeks.

Scott stabbed his fingers into her vagina, it was a 
forceful assault, but it ended as soon as it began. She 
slapped her again, and placed his teeth around her left 
nipple. He bit down hard as he forced himself into her. 
Jackie still stared out the window, she felt nothing, 
she was numb. The numbness would last for years.

He ejaculated inside of her almost as soon as he entered 
her. For that, her right nipple was bit until blood was 
drawn and her eyes were blackened.

Scott wiped his penis on her face, leaving a trail of 
blood and semen along her cheek. He dressed and then 
walked over to the bed. He looked down at her and spit 
on her face. Saliva dripped from her nose, lips and chin 
before melting with the blood and semen mixture.

Jackie didn't know how long he was there. It could have 
been a few minutes or it could have been several. It 
didn't matter. He did what he had come to do.

She lay in bed for a while longer, staring at the door 
he had just walked through. Time passed and she ignored 
it. Jackie slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom. 
Her shirt was still around her arms, but the panties 
were in the bed. She went to the shower and turned it on 
as hot as possible. Long since her skin had been scalded 
and the water had turned cold, she was curled up in ball 
in the corner. A full shampoo bottle was empty and a bar 
of soap had been washed down to a sliver. Her skin was 
red and raw, but the evidence of the brutal assault 
still marked her body.

Tara found her and wrapped her in a towel and bathrobe. 
She brought Jackie to her room where she put her in her 
own bed. Next, Tara quickly stripped the bed. The sheets 
were in a tight ball, but blood and semen stains were 
visible. She made some tea, spiked it with brandy, and 
then forced it down Jackie's throat. Jackie heaved and 
vomited into a garbage pail, but finally managed to keep 
two cups down.

Tara called the police and then school safety. The 
police were understanding, but could do nothing, unless 
she wanted to press charges on assault. Rape was hard 
enough to prove when the victim didn't take a shower and 
didn't know the assailant. The school safety was another 
story. They didn't want her to press charges, in fact 
they wanted her to do nothing.

The police filed a report for the records, but it would 
only be useful if he did it again. They forced the 
school to keep a copy in their files as well.

The report will stay with the police indefinitely, but 
will only be helpful if Scott rapes another woman in the 
same town. As for School Safety, well they can destroy 
their files the next day. It is on record that the 
police gave the file to the school, but unless there is 
a lawsuit, it won't matter much.

Jackie's life ended at that point. She dropped out of 
school, went from job to job, and abusive relationship 
to abusive relationship.

***

It is almost 9 years later, and she is just beginning to 
get her life back in order. She has wondered if she can 
sue him for stealing her life away.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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