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My parents have sold me to Ian McGabe… the monster. #rape #forcedmarriage #noncon #abuse

Trigger Waring:
This story contains graphic descriptions of rape and abuse. Rape is absolutely disgusting and one of the worst crimes out there. This is purely fiction.
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The year is 1782.

My worst nightmare has just come true. My parents have married me off to him… the monster. Ian McCabe is a horrible, immoral, sadistic man that has been infatuated with me since I was a child of fifteen years; since the cursed day he visited my father to collect a debt and laid eyes on me for the first time.

Twenty years older than me, one foot taller and built like a warrior, he spread terror to everyone in his menacing presence. He always towered over me, his cruel rough features darkening with lust as his eyes glided over my body. Every time he returned for that debt that my father could not repay, I would hide in the kitchen or in my room, terrified of him. And then he would ask for me and my mother would force me to appear before him… but still I kept my head low and avoided his hungry gaze. I think my parents knew he was interested in me. I think they tried to please him by obliging me to his presence in hopes that he would forfeit the debt.

Thankfully, however, he only just watched me with his black soulless eyes, commenting on the beautiful young lass I was turning into. It was embarrassing. My bosom was much bigger than the other girls of my age, but my mother always said it was a good thing. I was lucky that I had developed early because men liked a lush feminine figure.

Until that awful Sunday morning, the day he hurt me for the first time. I was sixteen now and hiding in the kitchen, while he was here again arguing with my father about that God-forsaken debt. They were louder than usual, which made me tremble with fear. I did not want him to hurt my daddy. Suddenly the yelling stopped.

“Where is she?” I heard his deep gruff voice ask.

“In the kitchen. I shall call for her.” My mother replied eagerly.

“No.” Ian answered in such an absolute manner that left no room for disagreements. “Wait here.” He ordered.

Heavy footsteps echoed and I quickly turned my back to the kitchen door and faced the counter, too afraid to make eye-contact with him. Too soon, I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, making my stomach recoil and sending horrible shivers down my spine. He sniffed my hair and groaned. “So sweet.” He murmured and his rough hands clasped my naked arms. It was mid-July and I was wearing my summer dress. His hold was bruising on my forearms as he pushed me on the counter edge, his front flashing with my back. Now that his hard, muscled body made full contact with my frail one, I realized in terror just how huge he was… and just how helpless I was against him. I struggled to draw a proper breath.

I felt something hard, long and thick pressing against my bottom and over my skirts. His large palms moved to my breasts and cupped them, squeezing them tightly. I whimpered and he growled when I felt the hard thing start to grind against my arse. “You’ve been driving me crazy all these months.” He moaned in my ear and sucked on my exposed neck.
“P-please… S-stop…” I whispered while silent tears ran down my face. My parents had to know what he was doing. Why did they not interfere? I was too scared to call for them and make him angry. I did not want him to hurt me or them.

He ignored my pleading and rubbed himself harder against me, moaning and groaning in my ear, while groping my breasts, sucking and biting on my shoulder and neck. He was so much bigger than me, that I had no chance of escaping his iron hold. “Fuck.” He moaned and his right hand suddenly lifted my skirts and attacked the area between my legs. I tried to keep his hand out, but he was much too powerful. He shoved a thick callused finger inside me, and I cried from the pain. He thick member rubbed faster against me.

“I will make this tight cunt mine.” He growled and started working his finger in and out of me. “Your father will sell you for his debt. I will marry you and fuck your tight hole every single night.” With his free hand then, he grabbed my wrist and brought it behind my back to his swollen thickness. He forced my small palm up and down his length over the fabric of his trousers, while his finger violated me faster, and his breaths became shallow and quick, his moaning became deeper. “You will be mine. Like I wanted. You will marry me Joanne. Fuck… your hand feels so good honey.”
My hand cramped under his tight hold and my core burnt from his brutal invasion. All I could do was sob and beg him to stop. “It hurts. Please. It hurts.” I muttered while crying but that only seemed to make him more eager. Thinking back, my cries and tears only made him hotter and more excited in some sick, twisted way. “I’m close.” He moaned and I felt him grow thicker in my hand. “Fuck!” he yelled as wetness grew in his crotch. He hugged me tight with both arms then, for a few seconds, squeezing the life out of me while he regained his breathing and his posture. After that, he put down my skirts and turned me over, but I could not look him in the eyes. This had been the most humiliating and excruciating moment of my life.

“You are a sweet little thing.” He said and grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. “You better get over your shyness because we shall be husband and wife soon. God, I cannot wait to be inside you.” He sighed and brought my face closer for a violent kiss. “You have a bit of blood, but you will be fine soon enough. Your mother will take care of you and prepare you for me. The wedding is next week.”

My mother… she heard everything. My screams, his moans, his filthy words. My father too. I felt so utterly betrayed and humiliated. He dragged me to the living space where my parents had waited on his command. “I had to have a taste to know what I’m buying. I hope you understand.” Ian said with an arrogant smirk and my father’s eyes fell on the wet spot on the monster’s trousers for a second, before looking away with shame. “She’s a hot little thing. I’ll meet you in the chapel next Sunday.”

My face burnt at his words. He was humiliating them on purpose, taking advantage of their helplessness. My father banged his hand at the table. “If you ruined her before the marriage, the deal is off.”

“Relax, her virginity is intact. I’ll collect that myself on Sunday night.” He had that disgusting devilish smile again. “And afterwards you can consider your debt taken care of. A fair exchange I must say.” He gave me another brutal, violating kiss and took off.

I cried and begged my parents all week not to let him touch me again. My mother said he was a good enough man, with a lot of money and that I should be happy… that choosing who I was going to marry was never an option. She said I should not be selfish and think about them after all they had done to raise me. My father would not look at me or talk to me. I grew desperate by the day and even attempted to run away one night, but my mom locked me in my bedroom and brought my meals there.

The day of the wedding I made myself sick with worry and threw up twice before the ceremony. I was in a daze throughout the event until we were being announced as husband and wife and he was shoving his tongue down my throat, humiliating me once more in front of family and friends.
And all that brings us to now. I’m standing in his chamber, in a thin tunic, washed, perfumed and lathered by his servants… waiting for him to come and perform his marital rights. I am positioned in front of the bed as instructed, feeling slight faint and trying to remember my mother’s advice. Just lay there until he’s done. Imagine you’re somewhere else. Don’t complain about the pain.
The door opens and he stands there, stumbling drunk, looking at me with a sadistic smile. “At last…” he sigs and covers the distance with unsteady steps. He was out celebrating with his friends until now. “I will fuck your tight cunt like I’ve been dreaming about all these months.” He slurs his words and his breath stinks of alcohol. He grabs my chin and lifts my face. I stare into his dilated pupils, praying that he is too intoxicated to perform. As he hastily gets rid off his clothes however, I get a terrifying glimpse of his thick erect manhood. It’s pulsing hard and ready and I tremble with dread. If his finger hurt so much, how will that monster ever fit inside me?

When he rips the fabric of my tunic, tears start running down my face. He completely destroys the dress and I struggle to cover my nakedness. Completely unaffected by my crying he throws me to the bed and comes on top of me. He opens my legs with his hands and positions himself between them. The weight of this beast of a man on top of me is terrifying and it’s all happening so fast that I barely have time to register, let alone react. He is panting now, his eyes dripping with lust as his hands go to his member, guiding it to my dry, closed entrance. My mother told me that some men try to get their wife ready before… to make it easier on her. But he cares about no such thing.
Without warning, he pushes inside and I scream from the burning pain. “Fuck… hold still. It’s not all the way in yet.” He orders and I realize now how hard my legs are shaking. His left hand comes to my chest nailing me to the mattress while he starts pushing again, moaning with pleasure, while his eyes roll back. “Fucking finally.” He curses when he bottoms out. I can feel his balls touching my arse, and my core feels ruined, completely ripped in half. “You are so fucking tight. So beautiful.” He murmurs and kisses my face everywhere, while his right hand cups my breast and squeezes my nipple. After a few seconds I feel him withdrawing and pushing back in again, this time with brutal force and I scream once more from the pain. “Your cunt is my new favorite place to be. I shall never leave it.” He sighs in ecstasy.

And then he rapes me.

His one hand finds my left buttock as he retreats almost all the way out and pushes back in again and again, each time with greater force than the last. His other has my pinned to the mattress while he rolls his hips, achieving a deeper angle each time. All I can do is sob and cry and beg him to go slower because it hurts too much. He only goes faster though. He thrusts quicker and harder, moaning and groaning, making a show of what a great time he is having. The headpost of the bed starts banging on the wall as he accelerates further and my broken body completely submits to his crazed rhythm. It’s almost as if he wants to ruin me, to see how much violence I can take. “I knew you would be perfect. I knew it. I fucked so many whores imagining it was you. But none were as tight and sweet.” He growls. “I’m going to put a son in you.” He says and his cock grows big and thick as he spills his seed inside me, crying out from the overwhelming pleasure and then collapses on top of me.

I had nightmares all week about how horrible it would be… and it still was so much worse.
After a couple of minutes of suffocating me, he finally pulls out and I whimper from the ache. He rolls on his back and lies next to me his chest going up and down as he collects his breath. He then leaves the bed and pours himself a drink. I turn on my side facing the wall, curling into a ball as I cry my eyes out. Moments later he’s back on the bed and I’m still sobbing. I feel his hand reaching for my breast.

“No!” I scream and jump off the bed. He will never do this to me again.

He lifts an eye-brow. “No?” he asks unbothered.

I shake my head crying. “You will not touch me.”

The bastard laughs. “I own your body now. It’s mine to fuck whenever I please. There will be few times I am not touching you until I get my fill.” He says and gets off the bed slowly while his hand finds his semi-hard member and gives it a few strokes. I avert my gaze.

He approaches me like a predatory animal and I back away until I’m cornered into the wall.
“There is no where for you to run. And you’re only making this harder by resisting. I have every right to use you for my needs.” He says and grabs me by the hair. He pulls hard and I scream while he turns me so that I have my back on him and pushes me to the wall.

“Stop! No! Help!” I scream when I feel him guiding himself to my entrance again.

“All the servants can hear you from outside. All you’re doing is putting a show for them. They work for me Joanne.” He reminds me while his free hand finds my right breast and squeezes. “I love your full tits. Soft like honey. And I know you love my cock.” He says and pushes inside an inch or two. “All sluts do, they just like to pretend otherwise.”

He shoves himself inside me all the way and then starts pounding violently again, the sound of his balls slapping my arse echoing around the room. I scream in pain while he moans in pleasure. “You have no right to refuse me. You will take my cock whenever I wish to give it to you. And the night is only getting started.”

Ian is in heaven. He watches his thick cock disappear inside Joanne’s perfect soft body, her wide hips and her narrow waste taking him so well… her hot tight walls stretching against him. She is the hottest body he has ever fucked and simply the thought that he owns her cunt makes him hotter and harder by the second. He will use her until he wears her out.

From the day he first saw her, hiding behind her mother’s skirts like a child, he wanted to defile that innocence. To take that pure sweetness and shove his cock in it until he can’t see straight. He is finally here pounding away at the small creature, and instead of treating her like the porcelain doll that she is, he is fucking her like a whore. Her whimpers and cries remind him of a toy, the more he squeezes, the louder she squeaks.

After ten minutes of violent thrusting Ian spills his seed inside me once more. When he pulls out I can feel it pouring out of me and dripping down my inner thighs. Spent as he is, he falls on the bed finding his breath again. I see the opportunity and make a run for it. I drag my abused body towards the door of his chamber and burst the door open. Two male guards are standing outside looking at me.

“Please… help me…” I beg in a broken voice. One of them frowns, evidently feeling sorry for me. The other’s gaze slides down my naked body with a sly expression and my arm momentarily covers my breasts. I can’t believe I’m standing naked in front of two strange men, begging for their help.
They grab me, one arm each, and lead me back while I scream and kick my feet. Ian is watching unamused while they lay me on the bed next to him. “If you wanted them to be part of this so badly you could have asked.” He tells me and I pale with terror. “Don’t worry, I won’t make them fuck you. Not yet at least. Tonight you’re mine only.” He reassures me and turns to them. “Flip her over and pin her to the mattress.”

They do as they’re told and now my belly touches the mattress, my back completely exposed, as each guard nails one of my arms on the bed. I feel Ian come on top of me, his hand shoving my head to the pillow. “You wanted them to see you naked huh? You enjoy being watched? I will make them watch as I fuck you then.” He says and grinds his manhood between my cheeks. When it’s hard like stone again, he brings it to my core and pushes the head in. He growls while he takes it out and pushes the head back in again a few times and the teasing creates a strange sensation in my body. Finally, he enters me all the way with one powerful thrust. He starts pounding away while slapping my cheeks so hard that the skin burns. “Fuck. Yeah. Take. My. Cock. You. Are. My. Whore. Now.” He groans the words out in between thrusts. I feel so humiliated that I close my eyes and pray for it to be over soon.

“Yes, you can.” I hear Ian say in between moans and open my eyes for a second. The guard on my right, that was ogling me earlier, unbuttons his trousers and takes his hard member out. He starts stroking himself with his free hand, his eyes locked with mine while he breathes heavily and bites his lower lip. “Finish on her face when you’re done.” Ian orders while thrusting violently inside me and the guard’s eyes darken with lust as he strokes himself even faster. Seconds later he groans and his crotch approaches my face as he spills the thick cream on my cheek and forehead. Some of it gets my eyes too. I am too broken to even cry anymore. Soon, Ian comes inside me as well and orders the guards out of the room. Before leaving, the guard that finished on my face gives me a lustful, promising look and it’s like I know what he’s thinking. His boss will let him have me eventually.

After he regains his strength, Ian takes me three more times that night. One on all fours while pulling my hair and slapping my buttocks, one facing my while we’re on our sides, cuddling me and kissing me like we’re a damned loving couple and finally on our sides again but from behind until he falls asleep with his member still inside me. Too afraid to wake him up and enrage him, I try to ignore the discomfort and fall asleep.