Please Help Me... - Please, Help me - Part 14

A lot of people were confused by my last post, and they were super angry at me in the comments for ending it there. Ah… Jeese, do I need to spell it out to you? I met Craig at a party and I fell in love at first sight. We had a night of drunken lust, and like that, I was hooked.

The reason I started this blog was to protect myself. It’s really scary being a girl in this world, and there are a lot of bad people who might intend bad things. Thankfully, many people would race to protect a girl after a few words, like many of you, and so I’m so thankful for all of the support I received these last few months.

This blog was intended as a paper trail. If my precious Craig ever decided to turn on me, I would naturally have to lie. If he accused me of doing anything illegal, I’d accuse him of the same. The cops would be bound to investigate, and when they did, they’d find my blog pleading for help. What jury wouldn’t sympathize with a female rape victim? With that journal as my alibi, I was free to do whatever I wanted.

However, your commenters were so naughty. You kept wanting me to describe the sex scenes in detail. I had to admit that I got a little excited and went a little overboard. Recalling my time with Craig and putting it into words was nearly as satisfying as when it all happened. Maybe I got a detail wrong here and there. I don’t mind.

Well, naturally, I had to change things to protect my identity. The names are all wrong, and of course, I changed places in a few situations. After all, I’m not an idiot. I know that some of the things I did were wrong. I just couldn’t help it.

How could I keep myself from sneaking into his dorm? He looked so cute when he slept. I even blindfolded him and pretended to be his girlfriend once. His girlfriend was named Brady, but she was a stupid bitch and she had to go. He was just too guilty after all of our encounters. In the end, I gave him no choice but to ditch her.

He was really surprised when I showed up at his parent’s house. Of course, the house wasn’t mine. If I grew up in such a home, do you think my dad would own a beat-up pickup or visit highway restaurants for sex? Yeah, that scene was just added in for fun. Well, the best lies are based on truth. My dad used to take me to locations with a glory hole and it was Dad’s punishment. Whenever I was a bad girl, he’d take me to the glory hole and make me service strangers. I don’t know if Dad ever put his dick in there, but I do know he collected money for it.

He didn’t give me his car either. My dad died and I inherited his car. It was the inheritance from my parent’s death in a housefire that allowed me to escape to college in the first place. Well, I don’t want to think about those dreary memories from my past. Rather, let’s focus on Craig, my hero. The man of my dreams.

The sex with the strangers in the ally did happen, but that wasn’t my fault. Craig made me do that. It was the only way that I could get his attention. We fought and so that was my punishment for him. I was hoping he’d be apologetic that I had to go through that, but he was mostly angry and disgusted. That was the first time he broke up with me, but how could I take no for an answer? I loved him.

I used Dad’s truck to give Craig a surprise visit at his home. Oh, I know what you naughty commenters are thinking. Since the roles are replaced, did Craig have a vibrator in his… LOL! NO! I put it in my ass. Craig once let slip that he always wanted to try anal, so I was using it to prepare for him, something we finally got to experience in his parent’s house. That was my first time, I promise. If I mentioned doing it before, it was probably just for shock value, lol.

I did sneak into his shower, and we did get caught having sex. His parents did kick me out of the house, but I was already living out of my truck, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. I knew they were telling Craig that I was bad for him and garbage like that, so I waited until winter break was over, dropped out of school, and then ended up at his doorstep crying. Ah, I guess I did write that as it happened. It’s so much easier to remain honest.

So, I think there were two major questions in the comments from my last post. First, why did I stop my little blog and what happened to my Craig and Amy?

Well, after Amy called the cops, Craig ended up being taken away in handcuffs despite his protests. It was really hard to watch him being taken away, but it was for the best. I had to make sacrifices too to accommodate him, so this was the least he could do for our future.

Of course, Amy and I were post-tested positive for drugs in our system. A tale was spun about how Craig, angry at his two ex-girlfriends, decided to drug them and rape them. I acted as surprised as her to find out we had both dated the same man. Either way, Amy broke off our friendship. She still had lingering memories from our night together, and seeing me just brought back her trauma. Well, fuck her anyway. She ghosted me and stopped answering any of my messages. So much for sisterly love.

As for Craig, he was slammed with SA, but I had convinced Amy to sign a letter with me. She wanted nothing more to do with the case so I promised I’d handle it. I pleaded with our behavior, begging the judge for leniency. In the end, he ended up with six months in jail and three years of probation. Of course, he also was put on the sexual predator list for all time. Those six months were really hard to wait, but finally, he was free.

As for the reason I’m telling you all this, it’s because I have no reason to keep up the façade. Craig was told that he raped me and Amy police, judges, friends, and even his parents believed it. Craig is a convicted felon now and a predator, so what other girls would want to date him? Meanwhile, I’m the woman who, despite being raped, pleaded on his behalf and got him set free. I was the one who decided to still love him after everything that happened.

Of course, there was one more reason that he would never leave me. He had just been released from prison and since he no longer had an apartment, he moved back in with his parents. As a convicted felon and sex offender, he had to drop out of college and get a menial job, but I didn’t mind. A few days after he got home, I stopped by his parent’s place and their eyes nearly popped out of their head. His parent’s eyes nearly popped out of their skulls when I visited their home with a giant belly.

I had gotten pregnant!  During the ‘rape’, I finally managed to conceive his baby. It took long enough! I had been avoiding condoms and lying about the pill for months before he kicked me out of the house, but it just never happened. Thankfully, I managed to get my hands on some fertility pills and I made sure to check my ovulation calendar. I picked that day to have our threesome on purpose!

At first, that silly Craig tried to deny it was his, but his parents wouldn’t hear of it after everything I had been through. Father-in-law was ready to strangle him if he didn’t take responsibility, and he even brought his mother to tears. After other threats and yelling, he eventually came to see things my way. Now, I live at his parent’s place with him. When they heard I was six months pregnant and living out of my truck, they wouldn’t accept no for an answer.

So, even for his parents who initially didn’t like me, I had become the gracious woman who took their felon, rapist son back and was willing to raise his baby. They are practically in love with me now. Unfortunately, they still kept the rule that we couldn’t stay together, except I got to live in his bedroom this time and he had to sleep on the couch now. Jeese, Mom, and Dad are too worried.

Of course, I learned, and after slipping them sleeping pills into their after-dinner coffees, I made sure they were asleep before finding my boyfriend lying on the couch bed, vacantly watching television. When I appeared, he stiffened slightly, but he didn’t stop me as I slid into his bed. His body knew what he wanted, even if he tried to deny it.

“What do you want?” He demanded. “Haven’t you taken enough?”

“Don’t be like that.” I looked at him with pursed lips. “You shouldn’t talk to your fiancé like that.”

That had been one of the agreements that Dad and Mom forced on him. I could live in their house, he had to get a job to support our kid, and he had to marry me before the baby came. The wedding was set for next month.

“Just leave me alone…”

“I want sex,” I told him.

“…”

“Come one… I’m so big, can’t you make me feel sexy again?”

“…”

“You don’t want another punishment, do you?” My eyes narrowed.

He glared at me. “What more can you take from me?”

“Do I have to tie you up again and make you watch me get plowed by strangers?” I asked. “Last time was super embarrassing.”

“Go ahead and do it, what do I care?” He snapped.

“Hehe… wouldn’t it be really bad if I lost the baby?” I asked, my hand stroking my stomach. “If I told people my boyfriend hit my stomach, and the baby died…”

“You wouldn’t dare!” He finally turned off the television, staring at me in fear and anger.

“You don’t need to be so difficult all the time.” I rolled my eyes. “Just give me what I want, and we can both be happy.”

He glanced over at me, his mind working furiously, but in the end, he accepted it. After all, it’s what he wants. I lay on my side, my butt facing him, pulling the top knee up as high as it would go. He pulled out his dick and then straddled my lower leg, so I was on my side and he was between my legs on his knees. He pulled away my panties, and I bit my lip as I waited for him to put it in.

He was being so slow like he was trying to drag it out. I grabbed his arm that was holding his dick and then pulled, bringing his dick into me. I felt him enter me and let out a long moan. It had been so long. We hadn’t had sex with six months! I was so happy! He moved at a steady pace, but it was still slow. I looked at him over my shoulder. At first, I thought he was teasing me, but his expression seemed to be focused.

“Faster,” I ordered.

“I don’t want to wake up my parents.” He worried.

“You don’t need to worry about them.”

His eyes flashed, but then he looked away. “I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

My Craig can be so cute sometimes, even if it is irritating. “Just fuck me hard. It’s fine.”

“…” He looked uncomfortable.

“Don’t make me punish you,” I told him. “It was so fun last time.”

He gave me an angry look, but even that looked cute. I smiled back. He started thrusting into me, harder than before, and I let out a happy moan. It felt so good. I felt full and warm, and the friction of his thrusting was incredible. I was moaning loudly, but I didn’t care. I knew he wasn’t being loud because his parents were asleep, and he didn’t want them to catch us, but he didn’t have to worry. If he would just give me what I wanted, we could have this whenever I wanted.

“Craig.” I moaned loudly in my bliss. “Fuck me! Fuck me until your baby is dizzy.”

His hips stuttered, but he continued to pump into me, even as his eyes stared at my face.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep going!”

I grabbed his arm and pulled him down. He collapsed on top of me but didn’t stop. My breasts were squeezed between his body and the bed, but I didn’t care. He felt so good. He was doing so well. I felt like I was about to cum. I was almost there. It was so hot, so sexy. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I felt his hand grasp the sheets above my head, and I could see his arm muscles tense. His breath was ragged and his hips moved quickly.

“Ahh!” I screamed.

He froze and then pushed into me. I could feel his seed spill into me. My pussy was throbbing, and I was sweating and shaking. It was the best orgasm I had ever had. Craig’s face was buried in my neck, and I could feel his body trembling. I was panting and trying to catch my breath. Craig slowly moved off of me and sat down next to the bed, his head hung low. I slowly got up, and sat next to him, running my hands through his hair.

“See? Was that so hard? If you didn’t enjoy it, you wouldn’t have cum in me. Just be more honest with yourself.” I noticed a tear dripping down his cheek. I wiped it. “Just do what I say, and we’ll be happy forever. Okay?”

My hand tightened in his hair as I glared at him. He finally nodded, and I lowered my head onto his chest. See, there is no need for this threat anymore. He’s already completely under my control. Forever.