The Date Rape

It was during the days when I had joined as the marketing executive in a reputed company. I was a young, inexperienced and naive girl of twenty-four at that time. I went out to a client meeting with my colleagues. My Boss was also accompanying us. He was a tall an strong man of a charismatic personality. There was some fiery and mysterious power in his personality that he gained command over everyone and all were forced to obey him. After cracking the deal, we all were partying in the ballroom of the hotel where we were staying. I loved dancing and partying and that night too I enjoyed too much. As I felt tired, I returned to my seat by the side of the dance floor.

"Have some," my Boss came to sit by side and offered me a drink.

I was about to say no when his ferocious eyes looked straight into my eyes and added, "it's a soft drink."

I took it from him and tasted it. I found that he was right. I gulped it down in a single sip. Then we started talking about our official matters. After a while, I felt giddy and the lights of the disco seem to fade out.

"I'm not feeling well," I said as I grabbed my head with my hands.

"You need some rest," he said, "let me help you to your room."

He dragged me by hand and ushered me into the lift. I was staggered as my feet couldn't bear my weight. He came near and held me by the waist. I took it as a gesture of help. But I was not at all prepared for what came next. One of his hands crawled over my chest and caressed my breast. I screamed out loud out of shock and horror. He locked my lips in a deep, hungry kiss to prevent me from screaming. I struggled to break free but he held me tightly pressed to him and kept playing with my breasts. His hand even slipped into my shirt and I could feel the touch of his hands on my bare flesh. While keeping his lips pressed to mine, he pulled my shirt tucked into my skirt and caressed my belly.

"No," I said to myself, "I'm not going to be his prey that easily. I'm going to fight back."

As the door of the lift opened, I stabbed his feet with my four inches high stilettos and ran away as he groaned with pain. My vision was hazy and I was sure that he had drugged my drink to make me unconscious and then he could relish my stupified body. I collided with someone in the corridors. It was a bellboy and asked him to help. But soon a huge fleshy palm gaged my mouth from behind. By the time, I turned to see who it was, my boss had arrested me by the waist. He put some currency notes in the pocket of the bellboy and signaled him to remain silent about the incident. He glanced at the notes, flashed a wicked smile and hurried off. My boss slid me upon his shoulder and I struggled with all my might to break free.

"Even drugs can't make you sleep, you little bitch," he said as he slapped my buttocks and carried me to his room.

He flung me down on the bed and slapped me several times across the face. The impact of this tight slaps made me pass out. All my struggles subsided and all I could do was to moan and beg for mercy. He used the time to undress me.

When I woke up again, I was lying naked on the bed. Both my hands and feet were tied to the bed. I screamed as he ran a hand over my nude breasts and cupped them. Another scream of horror echoed in the room when he sucked on my nipples. His mouth and hands assaulted every part of my body and I kept screaming and crying.

"Why are you screaming?" He said as he bent down on me and bit my ears, "nobody is going to help you. There are many girls lying naked on various beds of this hotel. Half of them are begging for mercy and half of them are drugged. They aren't aware of what is happening to them. Screaming will only make you exhausted and you will faint."

"I wish to faint so as I won't be aware of the barbaric tortures." I cried.

"The torture is yet to come," he said and slid down.

He parted my legs widely and thrust his head between my thighs. He licked my private folds and I screamed again. The sensation of his lips on my flesh was driving me mad. When he was done, he thrust himself into me and I cried out of pain and humiliation. He groaned a sigh after he had pumped his lust into me. I was lying almost lifeless on the bed. He dressed me up and wrapped a blanket around my torn clothes. He picked me up and carried my injured and humiliated body to my room. On the way, I saw the bellboy whom I had begged for help. He looked at the half-naked girl in a semiconscious state being carried in a rich man's arm and smirked as he understood that she had been feasted upon.

"The girl is a dish," I heard him saying, "the man must had had a good time with her."

I could no longer such inhumane things and fainted as he put me down on the bed.

"A good night's sleep will help you forget everything." He said as his lips feasted on me again.