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By Julia
Their stupid dog raped me so I wrote them a letter
Dear Mum and Dad,
I’m writing this letter with a heavy heart, compelled to share an experience with Bruno that has fundamentally changed how I can interact with him. This isn’t just about his usual behavior of licking, pestering, or humping; this was an assault, and I need you to understand every horrifying detail so you can grasp why I can no longer look after him.
It was last night, after I had showered. I was walking down the corridor, my body still warm and damp, wrapped only in a thin towel. I wasn’t expecting any trouble until Bruno, in a sudden burst of aggression, charged at me. He hit me with such force that I stumbled, falling to my knees. The towel that was my only cover slipped off, leaving me stark naked and at his mercy.
Before I could react, Bruno mounted me from behind. His cock was enormous, and as he thrust into me, the pain was immediate and intense. His movements were forceful, each thrust a violent invasion. His body was heavy on my back, pinning me down. I could feel every inch of him, his size overwhelming, stretching me painfully with each aggressive push. His thrusts were rhythmic, relentless, like he was driven by some primal urge, ignoring my cries and attempts to push him away.
Then came the knotting. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. His knot swelled inside me, locking us together in a way that was agonizing. The pain was sharp, a burning stretch that felt like it was tearing me apart. I was trapped, completely at his mercy. The knotting wasn’t just about physical pain; it was the realization that I was stuck with him, no matter how much I wanted to escape.
Just as he knotted, my body, against my will, responded with an orgasm. It was forced upon me by the relentless stimulation, despite my utter lack of consent or desire. This betrayal by my own body was a new level of shame, making me feel even more violated.
But the worst was yet to come. Bruno began to ejaculate, and the amount of sperm he released was staggering. It was like a flood, warm and thick, filling me to the brim. I could feel it, not just inside but the sensation of it spilling out, dripping down my thighs, making a mess on the floor. It was so much, so messy, and so utterly disgusting. This wasn’t just about the physical sensation; it was the psychological horror of being filled by him, the humiliation of it.
Then, as he continued to ejaculate, something even more degrading happened. His sperm, in such abundance, triggered another orgasm in me. I came a second time, my body responding to the overwhelming pressure and stimulation, even though every part of my mind was screaming in shame and disgust at what was happening to me. This second orgasm, forced by his relentless ejaculation, was the pinnacle of my humiliation, a stark reminder of my complete loss of control over my own body.
For about ten minutes, I was locked with him, feeling every pulse of his ejaculation, the warmth and weight of his body on mine, the mess he was making of me. It was revolting, messy, and left me feeling like I had been raped by him. Every second was an eternity of degradation and violation.
When he finally shrank enough for me to pull away, I was left in a pool of his semen, my body covered in it, feeling utterly debased, hurt, and violated in the most intimate of ways. The physical act was a nightmare, but the emotional aftermath is something I’m still grappling with.
I’m ashamed of how my body reacted, of the orgasms I had against my will, of the mess and the pain. I feel like I’ve lost a part of myself, my dignity, my sense of safety in my own home. This wasn’t just an unpleasant interaction; it was an assault, one that has left me traumatized, physically sore, and emotionally shattered.
I love you both, but I cannot continue to be responsible for Bruno’s care. This experience has shown me the extent of his dangerous behavior. Please understand why I’m stepping back from this. I need you to find another way to manage him, because for my own safety, sanity, and peace of mind, I cannot take this risk again.
I would really appreciate your support as I navigate through this trauma. I might need to see a doctor for the physical pain and definitely need psychological support to deal with the emotional scars this has left.
Love,
Julia x
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