The knock at the door was heavy and loud echoing around the house. She opened the door and saw Pete her ex boyfriend, from school, she had lost her virginity to this man. Sofia was stumped, she hated men while not a lesbian she had been laid since. She had been subject to sometimes violent hitting on her by horny law students but she had maintained her chastity for last year.
She might be drinking ethical coffee grown only with vegan food, but she loved to drink. Pete knew this and so did the boy she was babysitting, Ben. Ben had transformed into a 21 year old quarter back with body hardened by workouts and construction. Her nipples hardened as she drank in his body, the bulge in the crotch of his pants.
Ben held out a brown paper bag of whiskey but Sofia only saw a fifth of tequila Rey on the kitchen island. She was hit by a series of memories, Pete paying his older friend to buy them a bottle. Them getting drunk in the woods and skinny dipping in the lake. How many times had they done it? Four-five times in one night, he was like a stallion.
He had that winning grin on his face, the same one every time her panties came off, she had to fight that. Sofia would not let this man smash down her walls let alone cum inside her again. Like the last time, claiming that the condom broke. That's when she broke it off took out a restraining order against him. She thought that had worked he had stopped for nearly 18 months since that incident now he was back.
Did he know that she was back, had he followed her phone signal or on Instagram? Sofia had exposed breasts behind a white buttoned crop top and shorts with a riot of rainbow color splatter over it. Like someone had used her body and clothes for rainbow color paint ball practice.
"Have a drink?" he pulled up two shot glasses and filled them with the stuff that smelt like desert flowers.
She resisted but he started talking about her past reminded her how they talked about getting married at the local court house. Pete/Ben sweet talked her into a drunken trip down memory lane. She started to make noises about him leaving, about her responsibilities and new like of feminism. Sofia preferred women over men now.
"Bullshit...you aren't a dyke, you need a hot beef injection."
"Well fuck you! You can get out now..."
Ben had tried to seduce Sofia but she was overly immune to the Desire he'd laced her cappuccino with. It had worked with Ms B but she was fighting back. He decided to use violence, he had gotten used to playing to his age but now he went violent.
He tore at her buttons exposing her tits to the air, she whipped on him her long hair stinging his face. Sofia had done martial arts but she was drunk, Ben/Pete tore her shorts off her and carried her to the bed. She screamed for help from anyone, including Ben, as she wrestled she yelled hysterically. Her breasts wobbled and bounced as she struggled.
She was short and Ben had more height comparison than Ms B. He held her wrists above her head, she only saw Pete's shovel sized hands as he ripped off his jeans exposed his erect cock. Like a knife wielding attacker he was going to hurt her. He plunged into her, Ben's thrust became Pete's as Sofia's memories blurred. She arched her back screaming as her breasts hit Ben in the face, but in her mind they hit the solid wall of Pete's chest.
She braced waiting to see what happened next, how far her Ex would go. The second thrust was weaker but she bucked against him, the third one she turned her face away and endured it. The fourth one she looked about to orgasm for a split second until reality hit her. Soon a series of thrusts left her in pain but humiliated more than hurting. Ben/Pete came inside her and rolled off the bed.
Sofia was left sobbing at the nude form of Ben, but seeing only Pete as she had remembered him nude as teens. Angry red marks marred her semi-nude form. She had wrapped her crop top over her like a blanket on a refugee. Her breasts swelled from underneath the fabric, her right arm cradled her head while her left covered her chest. Hand marks on her thighs indicated where Ben had grabbed her. But the marks were the size of a strong man, not a now 14 year old boy.
She sobbed quietly, reeking of alcohol, as he turned and said in Pete voice: "Feel liberated NOW bitch?" Sofia continued to cry, but it was a fake cry as she hoped he would go away so she could begin her counter-attack. Ben eyed her body and was internally disgusted that she would go with the old ex-makeup sex routine. She was a defiant woman. Sofia would have her revenge he knew...