Violation

Fucking violation, that's what it was,
No soap, no disinfectant could ever wash away that filth,
The imbedded dirt of his touch, his breath, his words,
I wanted it, he said.
How could anyone ever want that?
His tongue licked, his saliva providing lubrication.
The pain, the feeling, the searing humiliation.
My blood, my tears, his sweat, his panting, his sexual need, want and
satisfaction - all fulfilled in one long torturous dance.
Choreographed by him, he the lead, and I his silent obedient
partner.
Eyes squeezed shut, every muscle in my body rejecting his forceful
entry.
My fear and indignity only increased his want, aided the journey to his
sick perverted satisfaction.
One final thrust, his body collapses upon me.
His bodily excretions soaking into my skin.
Withdrawing the implement of my torture, worse than any gun or knife.
It slashed and destroyed my dignity.
The woman I was, the potential of what I could have been vanished and
leaving me like a fragile shell containing his evil ejaculated
scum.
I lay there as he left - the familiar noise of a zip and belt striking
new fear into me but he was done.
I was finished, destroyed, mutilated, his mission complete.
I lie - legs spread, arms tied, mouth gagged.
Bleeding and dripping my body and mind shattered.
Left physically and mentally for dead.