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My life is hell. In this anthropomorphic world, where superheroes are springing out in skintight uniforms, I am the very definition of a victim, a victim that heroes don't choose to help, because it isn't important to them. And, at this point, I don't care anymore. Years of abuse, pain, suffering, it's become my pleasure, my desire, my fetish. I'm into things that humans and furries alike would call sick, disgusting, uncivilized. What people call others 'monster' for doing, is what turns me on.

I'm far from innocent. My body itself attracts predators, it begs for the neglectful abuse that they would bestow. My morals, my thoughts and personality, no longer matter. My body wants sex. And it will get it whether I want it or not. I hate my life. I hate how corrupted I've become, stooping so low just for the lustful high that I feel every time I'm taken. Every time I'm torn, and a bruised, and cut. I want to be innocent. I want to be oblivious to this world, I want it to go away, and let me live a normal life...but it won't. I am a victim, a broken soul... an addict of rape.

It started, roughly ten years ago. My mother gave me the family heirloom to take care of, and I accepted it excitedly, being a fifteen year-old girl. I put it around my neck at night, laying down in bed. It was subtle at first, but it grew stronger. Pain. It made me cringe, toss and turn. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't sit still long enough to close my eyes. I was too overwhelmed by this unpleasant sensation burning in my flesh, and after squirming for hours, it finally slowly faded. I cried in agony from it, finally free from its grip. My parents came bursting into my room to see me spread over the floor, hyperventilating, writhing on the carpet. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't talk. All I wanted to do was cry, and lie there. I felt like death would be better than what I had just gone through. My parents consoled me and put me in bed, telling me of the pendent. "Whatever wounds you get," my mother said, "the necklace will regenerate it. But the wound healing is sometimes, if not always more painful than the wound itself." She couldn't have been more right.

A week had passed, and I was suddenly the center of attention. I didn't know what was happening, but the classmates, men and women, human and tail-wielder, looked at me awkwardly, almost greedily, the anthro'd men ferally licking their lips. It worried me, so I asked the teacher if I could leave and go to the nurse, telling her I didn't feel well. She rejected my request, which caused me to droop worriedly in my chair. Everyone was staring at me, their gaze inflicting fear. They looked like they were going to rip me apart. Eventually tears form and rolled down my face. My eyelids shut tightly as my voice booms in the room. "Stop looking at me!" I cried out. The teacher ran up and took me out of the class to talk with me.

"Honey what's the matter?" She asked me, a worried expression painted on her face. "I was..I was being stared at, it scared me the way they looked at me...they all looked...Please don't make me go back in there!" The teacher looked at me with concern, before walking back into the classroom and grabbing her phone.

I remember it so clearly...My parents, sitting in the car as we drove home, my mother bringing food to my room for me. I seriously contemplated ending it there, I didn't want it anymore. I wanted this oddity of this week to end with my life. And, as luck would have it, I couldn't.

My father walked into the room, and took a whiff of the air in it. "Mm, it smells nice in here." He looks to me and smiled. He had a gift for me, I think. He walked over to my bed and sat down, holding a box wrapped in gift paper with a little red bow on top. It was rather large, but other than that I was clueless as to what was in it. "Your mother and I wanted to give you something to feel better, so we got you some new clothes. I hope you like them," he tells me, placing the box in my lap. I smile warmly and tear open the wrapping, pulling at the box's flaps and gazing into it. Inside were a plethora of clothing. Hair pins, skirts, every article of clothing you could think of. I quickly disregarded the pins, never having a liking to things in my hair, and pulled out a plaid skirt. I set it to the side and pull out a black hoodie. "They're wonderful, Daddy."

Then it happened. My father gripped my arm tightly and pulled me closer. He'd never treated me like that before, something was wrong. The grip was painfully tight around my arm. "Daddy, what- mf!" He planted his lips on mine forcefully, his advancements forcing me to lay down. I struggled against him, kicking and pushing against him, breaking the kiss. "Mom!" I yelled out loudly. Mother immediately stormed into my room and looked at the sight. "What're you doing?!" She hurriedly stomped over and pried my father off me. I was in tears. I thought my father was ill. I scooted into the corner and held my knees, weeping quietly. "Something's wrong...People are getting sick near me..." I said quietly between weeps. Mother looked over at me with a concerned look. "What's that smell?" I shrug fearfully, not smelling the scent that either of them mentioned. Father struggled against Mother's grip, so she decided to grip his grey hair and pull roughly. "Enough of that! Come to your senses!" He yelped in pain, wincing as his hair was pulled. Mother then dragged him roughly out of the room by his hair, shutting the door afterwards. .

I couldn't sleep. Who could? I kept thinking about what Father tried to do, and if I hadn't have yelled for help, what would have happened. I was still completely oblivious to sex, so I didn't know what he was trying to do. All I knew was his grip hurt my arm. His kiss burned my lips. I felt so awkward. My father took my first kiss...No. I wasn't going to let that count.

The next day, I went to school. I was totally out of it, I didn't pay attention to the teacher at all, merely held my arms and looked at my desk, reenvisioning what had happened the night before. I blocked out anyone's words, so I didn't realize a student walked up to me and talked to me until I blinked. "Ey....re you...ight?" I heard. I blinked and looked up. It was my best and only friend Samantha. She was a feline anthropomorphic, with soft, orange peach fuzz fur cloaking skin, her hair a dark red with black streaks. Her palms were white but otherwise humanoid, the tops of her hands matching her fur. "H-hey...No, I...I'm alright..." I reply to her softly. "Look, the teacher's wanting me to take you to the counselor. Do you think you want to?" After pondering, I nod slowly. I needed to get out of the class, get away from the others staring ferociously at me.

We walked out of class, but instead of going towards the counselor's office, Sam started toward the bathroom. "Perfect time to get it out of the way, I've been holding it all morning," she says hurriedly. I hurry after her, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door. I had to go too, honestly. I was too afraid to go into the bathroom last night for fear of my father's assault. We walked into separate stalls, and I sat down on the toilet, pulling my skirt down. It didn't take me long to get started as I leaned back, feeling the warm liquid flow from me. I closed my eyes to let time pass, relaxing against the back of the seat. When my eyes closed, my mind opened, and I suddenly felt hot, enough to start sweating. I didn't know why, I just felt a weird, but pleasurable feeling. The odd thing was in my head was an image of Sam, but she didn't seem to be wearing any of her clothes...Could I have a crush on her?

My stall door suddenly opens. "Eep!" I quickly cover up my lady parts and look who opened my door. It was Sam, panting. "Are you alright Sam?" Sam didn't respond, she merely walked into the stall and shut its door. Then she turned to me. "Don't freak out, I just... " She suddenly plopped onto my lap, kissing my lips. My eyes widen, but her kiss wasn't as bad as my father's, forceful and nearly painful. No, hers was soft, gentle, almost loving. I didn't push her away at first, I enjoyed the feeling, but break the kiss. "What're you doing? We're girls...." She merely just kissed me again, pulling me inward. I sat there and took it. Why wouldn't I? It felt great, and made me feel hotter, the pleasing feeling growing stronger. Finally, she breaks the kiss and smiles. "I'm sorry, I...I don't know what came over me, I just...Maybe it's the smell in here." My eyes widen. "Smell?" She nods. "Yeah, it smells really good in here, and it made me think of you...." I suddenly look worried. "Sam, something's going on...ever since this, this smell has came about, people have looked at me weirdly. My father even acted strange around me..." Sam frowns. "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?" I nod. "I don't know what he was trying to do, all I know is he forced himself on me." Sam closed her eyes. "So he tried to have sex with you." I perk my ears. Sex? I didn't know sex could be so harsh and painful. "It's okay," I tell her, "Mom got him off me before anything else happened..." She hugs me tightly. "If I were to do that, would you want me to stop?" She asked me. After sitting there a moment, I surprised myself with my own answer. "no..." She grips me tighter and looks at me in the eye before kissing me again, cooing softly into it. I panted, my chest felt hot. But it felt good. I stop resisting, wrapping my arms around her. I didn't want it to stop. She breaks the kiss after we deeply held it, blushing softly. Something poked up her skirt. It was long, but it stayed underneath the skirt. "What's this, Sam?" I ask her. "Oh, I was born with a man's meat, and a ladypart," she replies in a soothing tone."Oh," I say. I never met anyone like that before. Or I guess I did, I just didn't know it. "You like it when we kiss?" She asks me. I nod softly, smiling. "Do you want to have sex?" She asks another question. I widen my eyes at it, but after that I just close them and kiss her, letting my skirt drop from my legs to the floor. "be gentle with me okay?" I ask softly. "I've never done it before...." Sam smiles at me and kisses me again, then pulls her own skirt down.

"You two are late," the counselor says with a frustrated tone. "Sorry," I reply, "We had to use the restroom..." A little blood was visible going down my leg. "Well you didn't do a good job cleaning up after yourself," the counselor says, eyeing the blood drop. I look down and blush deeply, covering my mouth. "I-I'm sorry! Please don't tell anyone!" She shakes her head softly. "Let's get that cleaned up before it stains your sock. And start wearing pads," she says. I was a bit confused, then realized she thought I was on my period. I sigh of relief and look to Sam, who sighed with me. We take each other's hand and walk with the counselor to her desk. We each sat in a chair in front of it. "I hear you're having troubles at home..." The counselor starts. I look down slowly, knowing what she meant. "I'm sorry to hear that happened to you." "Consider me lucky," I reply softly, "my mother came in before he did anything beyond forcing his lips on me..."

I walk into my door and close it softly, looking about the foyer. My father's stuff was missing. "Mom?" She looks into the foyer from the kitchen, "Hey, how was school?" She asked me. "Where's Daddy's stuff?" I ask her, skipping her question. "Your dad and I are splitting for the time being. I don't want your father trying to have sex with his daughter," she replies. "O-oh...Mom? I have a mate now..." Her ear perks up. "Really? Who's the lucky boy?" She asks me, thinking that it was a boy I was dating now. "it's not a boy..." I reply, "It's Samantha." She frowns, but smiles again. "Well it's good to see you have someone who likes you." She says to me. I smile and look behind me, Sam staring into the window. "Can she come in?" My mother looked confused then, and looked behind me as well. She giggle as she sees Sam in the window. "Oh! Hi there!" She says. "Come on in!"

Mother let Sam stay the night. I jumped with glee when she said yes to my request. We cuddled in my bed and watched my television that night, we were watching Teen Titans. "There's that smell again," she says suddenly. "uhh...I think it's just coming from me, Sam..." I reply. "Oh. okay then," she says, and continues watching the television.

I woke up to a soft whimpering sound. I turn to look at Sam, who'd been stroking herself in bed under the cover. I turn my body completely and kiss her softly. She kisses me back and pushes her tongue into my mouth. I suckled on it and turned Sam onto her side, opening my bare legs under the blanket.

I woke up slowly, feeling Sam behind me, her arms wrapped around my body, her tool between my legs. I felt a slight pain inside my nether lips, but disregard it and sigh contently before I open up the covers for me to slip out, my bare body soaked. I stretch, but suddenly go wide eyed as the pain grew sharp and strong. I wanted to scream but didn't have the breath, only letting out wheezes as I collapsed onto the floor and writhed violently on the floor, my eyes rolling upward into my head. Sam caught wind of my predicament and swiftly jumped out of bed, putting on her panties. "Tina?!" She called out, running over to me. She crouched down and held my head, then looked at my door. "Mrs. Withers!" She yells, and within moments, my mother barges in. "What's wrong, what happened?" She looked at me with a tense look, then eased up. "Oh. Oh, nevermind that, Sam. Her body is regenerating." My mother looked relieved to see my pendant was doing its job, but Sam was confused at her words. I was too, but couldn't express it until the excruciating pain subsided. I finally took a deep breath and sat up, tears flooding my eyes and streaming down my face. I look between my legs in horror as I see a large puddle of blood. "Oh god," I yell out, scooting away. "Were you two having sex?" My mother asked with a stern look to her brow. "It's okay," I tell Sam, "She can help..." Sam slowly nods. "How rough were you with her? Tina's a very fragile girl, she'll start bleeding from tripping on a crack in the street." I blush softly. She was right after all. I once tripped and fell, landing on my side. My arm bled for a little while, and we had to use gauze to stop the bleeding. "I-I was as gentle as could be, I never-" she suddenly stopped. "Oh..." She blushes deeply and looks down. "I...may or may not have had a wet dream..." Mother and I sigh in sync. "You had sex with me while I was asleep?" I ask her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know!" She replied, tears welling up. "It's alright, it happens. Look, the pendant she has on heals whatever wounds she gets, but it still hurts, so try to be gentle with her alright?" Sam nods. "Oh, Sam, show her your..." Sam blushes again. "Tina, it's embarrassing..." Mother looks to Sam. "Show me, sweetie, I won't laugh." Sam nodded and pulled down her panties, revealing her flaccid tool. "Oh, well as long as you don't get my baby pregnant I won't stop you." My mother says. I giggled softly. Mother leaves the room and comes back with bleach and the toilet scrubber. "I'll clean this up, you two go get breakfast."

A couple of weeks pass before it actually happened: my first traumatization. I was walking down the street, holding a paper bag with things Mother wanted me to get. Suddenly, something blocks my vision and my mouth. I scream but it was muffled, I squirmed to be set free by whatever was holding me. I get pulled away, and when my vision returns I'm in an alley held up on a wall by a man, obviously taller than me. "You smell perty," he tells me. I already had tears streaming down my face. "Let me go...please...I'm too young..." The man snickers. "Oh no, we're gon' have some fun!" he says with a twisted grin on his face as he reached down, unfastening his jeans.

I entered my home crying, I couldn't breathe, my body covered in blood and...white, chunky droplets. Mother comes rushing to me. "Oh dear god, are you okay? What happened?" She embraces me tightly, whispering softly in my ear "It's okay, it's okay,I'm here..." I cried into her shoulder. I didn't care about anything but her embrace right now, which gradually calmed me down. "S-someone...had sex with me....and I didn't want it..." Mother sinks into me, trying to console me. "It's okay, no one can hurt you right now..."

I didn't go to school the next day. Mother stayed home as well, constantly on the phone either yelling or talking in a frustrated tone with whoever it was on the other end. I laid curled up in bed, not wanting to move or talk, just cry and weep. Someone sat by me on my bed, laid down with me and pulled the covers over them. They held me softly, their fuzzy fur pressing against mine, and whispered in my ear. "I heard what happened..." I hear Sam say, "Are you okay?" I cry out and turn around, pushing myself into her. I wanted her embrace, I wanted her to hold me and never let go. I wanted her to make my suffering go away, whether it be by kissing me or killing me. She held me lovingly, holding my head and rubbing my brown hair. "It's alright, I'm here. Let it all out..." she tells me. I do so obediently, crying heavily into her chest. After a good ten minutes, I settle down and sniffle. "I hate my life..." I mutter softly. "Shh, no you don't sweetie, no you don't..." I did though. I wanted to end it. I wanted to take Mother's chef knife and drive it into my chest, ridding my pain forever.

A week passes since my first incident. I walk down the street, this time being wary of my surroundings, and I spot a familiar body on the ground. Its fur was bloody. "Sam!" Tears started flowing as I ran over to her, dropping down onto my knees and placing my hands on her stomach and chest. Her throat had been slit, her body covered in bruises and gashes on her flesh. "Oh god..." I pull her into one last embrace, her chest not moving to indicate breath. She was gone, but I didn't want to believe it. I pick the carcass of my lover up and walk home. Maybe mother could help, I thought. I open the door and yell "Mom!" She runs in again and cringes. "Oh no...Sam...Tina, I'm so sorry..." She says, taking Sam's body. "I found her in the street...Can she be fixed?" I ask, denying that she was dead. "No, baby, she's gone..." my mother replies. My head tilts forward, my eyes coated with tears. I run to my room, and close the door.

Years pass since I found her body. I still miss her touch. Her embrace. But I've found someone new who does the same thing for me. Yopu. An anthropomorphic horse girl, she was just my height, and as gentle as a butterfly, and was as combined as Samantha was. Even when she forced me to take her tool in my ladyplace, I still enjoyed her gentle touch, and I loved her. But by this time, it's far too late for me. My spirit is broken, my body damaged. What I once was is no longer. Through those years, I've been forced to have sex, be forced into submission, give my body unwillingly. It didn't bother me anymore. In fact, I told Yopu I wanted her to have her way with me. And she did. And I enjoyed every scratch and tear in me, and on me. I told her, that even if I didn't want it, she could have her way with me. But I don't give permission to other people. They just do it. And they get away with it. Why? Because I let them. Because I am a victim. And I enjoy playing my part.