Donna was curled up upon her bed, trying to ignore her alarm clock as it proclaimed that it was time for her to get up. She honestly did not want to go to school, knowing that Mr. Fenton was going to be there. It had been close to a week since he raped her in his truck, about three weeks since the first time he raped her in general, and, though he said he wanted to have her again, he hadn't tried to do it again.
Of course, it was mostly likely because Donna had done her best to always have a ride to and from her house, along with do whatever she could to avoid being alone with him. Not that she had been able to completely stop him from being alone with him, and, when he did manage to get her alone, he had done less than appropriate things. Like the time she was in the library, looking for a book. She hadn't been expecting him to be there, and had been surprised when he appeared behind her, where he'd undone the button of her jeans, and shoved his fingers down them, playing with her.
That wasn't the only time he'd molested her, either. There were quite a few others, but that was the one that stood out in her mind the most, because that time, like the time in the truck, her body had responded.
Donna moaned dejectedly as she remembered the deal she made with her parents concerning her staying home alone on school days. She'd promised that she wouldn't use the fact that they wouldn't be there to skip school – it was the only reason why she wasn't shipped off to her aunt's house as her brother was.
The company her parents worked at often sent them to different cities, almost always at the same time. It was a hectic job, made all the more that way in that it often left her and her brother alone. Donna knew that her parents were beyond glad that her mother's sister and brother-in-law – Donna's Aunt Karen and Uncle Jack – lived in the same town, not that far from the house. It made it easier for them to leave knowing that they were there – otherwise one of them would either have to quit, or they'd have to talk to the boss about only making one go, which wouldn't have gone well. Their boss was an ass who purposely worked them hard and didn't care that they had children.
Donna used to have to go to her aunt's just like her brother did, but, after her birthday, and showing that she could be responsible, she was allowed to stay at her house when no one was there, so long as she called her aunt before she went to bed, that she went to bed at a decent time on school nights, and that she didn't purposely skiv off school.
Not wanting to lose this privilege, she got up, taking a shower and then putting on some jeans – she hasn't worn a skirt for almost a week – and a three-quarter sleeved shirt. Grabbing a jacket from the downstairs closet, she looked around the empty house, glad that she could at least claim her house as sanctuary from Fenton. She was also kind of glad that her parents were coming home tomorrow, and that they'd be staying for a while.
She heard a honking sound from outside – Lisa's mother was driving her to school today, with Claire's mother driving her home – and she hurried outside, slinging her backpack over one shoulder and locking the door before heading down the walk way. Hopping into the car, she hoped that everything would be okay.
Thankfully, as they were pulling into the parking lot, Donna noticed that Fenton's truck wasn't there, and, as the day went on, she finally began to relax as she realized that he wasn't there today, a fact made all the more prominent with the substitute teacher in her science class. This little fact had a clearly seen affect on her attitude, though neither of her friends commented on it. It had been a while since she was happy, and they guessed that she was glad to see her parents since it had been almost a month and a half since they were home. Neither of them realized the real reason for her happiness was because of the missing teacher, the very one they often teased her about, saying he had a crush on her.
Donna knew that, if they had any idea of his obsession of her, they wouldn't be so quick to tease.
Donna's final stop of the day was a visit to the library, where she picked up some books that she'd been meaning to read, as well as several that were required for her to read for class. She was slightly subdue for that trip, doing her best to make sure that she was either in an area were people would see her, or that there was no one around her – thankfully for her, she only had to do the latter once, in order to get the third book form her required reading list.
"Thank you so much for doing this, Mrs. Hines," Donna said again as she climbed into the back seat of the Lisa's mother's car.
"It's no problem, dear," Mrs. Hines said, pulling away from the curb and heading in the direction of Donna's house. Donna and Lisa chatted about some inconsequential things during the drive up until they pulled up in front of her house.
Getting out of the car, Donna waved to them, and walked up to the steps, going into the house and watching them drive away. Lisa Hines kept her eyes on her best friend until she couldn't anymore, turning to look at the road once that happened. Before they turned off the street, Lisa noticed the truck that belong to her absent teacher today, and narrowed her eyes a bit.
What was Mr. Fenton doing near Donna's house she thought to herself, then shrugged the thought away. He was parked in front of a house several houses away from Donna's, in front of a house well-known to belong to a single woman. He's probably just visiting she thought.
Donna locked the door behind her, heading straight up to her room, where she dropped her bag on her desk chair and went into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She didn't notice that her door started to close when she walked into the room, only becoming aware of it when she heard it close. Curious as to had closed her door, she finished her business, washed her hands, and opened the door to the bathroom.
Her eyes widened as she saw Fenton in her room, since she knew that there was no way for him to get into the house. She had, after all, made sure to lock the doors. Backing up until she hit the sink as he stepped forward, she realized, foolishly, that she's trapped herself in there. She turned, going to grab something to throw at him, but, before she could even get her hands on something, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to him.
She fought against him, having more room to kick her legs and use her arms than she did in the truck, yet it didn't help her that much. Stronger than she was, he was able to get her through the door without much trouble, though he did find her flailing limbs a bit troublesome.
Donna was only able to gain an upper hand when he put her down, turning her around to kiss her. She fought harder against him, having an idea of what he wanted, and refusing to let it happened. She did not want to be raped again. Unlike the first two times, she refused to give up. When he managed to get her onto her bed, she still didn't stop struggling.
The backhand he gave her, did stun her enough that he was able to straddle her, making any kicking she was doing useless. That didn't stop her arms, though, which she started flailing again when he started going for her shirt, and, even though she couldn't quite hit him, she still kicked up her legs.
"No!" she said firmly in her desperation, continuing to hit him and kick out until she felt something cold graze her arm. She froze, looking up towards him, and then looking towards her arm. Her eyes widened as she saw the fact that he'd brought a knife with him. Looking back at him, she trembled as she realized that he would have no problem using it on her.
Fenton placed the knife against her throat, knowing that she was more likely to do what he wanted now, and demanded that she get up as he crawled off of her. The hand not holding the knife kept a tight grip on her arm, pulling her along with him as he stood.
"Undress," he demanded. She didn't move, and he sighed.
"Take off your clothes," he demanded, pressing the knife into her throat a bit more before moving it away slowly, dragging it down a bit before removing it from her skin. Donna bit her lip, shaking, but then complied to his demand after she was unable to think of something that could help her. Once she divested herself of her shirt and jeans, he stopped her, stepping forward to wrap his arms around her.
He bent and kissed her unresponsive lips before trailing his lips down her chin to her neck. Once he reached the placed where her neck met her shoulder, he sucked harshly on the skin, biting down harshly while one of his hands gripped her ass. She cried out in pain at the motion, feeling his member straining against his pants at the action.
He undid her bra, pulling it off of her so that he could feast on her breasts. She was forced to lean into him, able to feel the sharp edge of the knife against her back. She gave a mental sigh of relief as the knife left her body, only to end up surprised with she was pushed back onto the bed as he pulled her panties off.
His fingers wasted no time in exploring her slit, one sliding into her while another circled her clit. He carefully kissed his way down her body, until he was between her legs, where he shocked her by giving her a long lick down there. She tried to close her legs, but he pushed them open, the knife indenting into her skin, which caused her to think otherwise on the action.
Just as his fingers and played with her, his tongue did now, and, try as she might, she could not stop her body from responding much to her shame. An unwanted moan left her mouth, and her body tightened before an orgasm racked her. He lifted himself from where he was, sliding up her body while his free hand went to work on the button of his pants, freeing himself without much effort. Pushing her up on the bed until her head rested on her pillows, he moved his fingers from her slit, spreading her legs a bit more before thrusting into her.
Donna noticed that, unlike the first two times, it didn't hurt as much, probably because she was still lubricated and her body was still suffering the aftershocks of his previous actions.
She laid there like a limp fish, not fighting any longer, knowing that he'd hold that knife to her throat if she even tried. So, she waited, hoping that he'd finished and leave soon, so that she could go into her bathroom and cleanse herself of his taint. Her inattention didn't go unnoticed by Fenton, however, who began to push into her even more, rougher than he'd ever been, gaining her attention from pain. His lips pressed down on hers, his tongue forcefully entering her mouth and gagging her from the slightly unexpected intrusion.
His roughness eased – or rather, her body got used to it – for she was able to once again disappear into her mind, turning her head away from him as she, again, waited for him to finish and leave. And, just like before, he noticed her inattention, evident in the fact that he paused in his actions. He thought for a moment, not liking the fact that she was being this way, before pulling out, still hard.
Donna looked at him, confused and slightly hopeful, until she felt him turn her around until she was on her hands and knees. Something about the action screamed out in wrongness to her, and she knew something that she did not want to happen was about to. Unfortunately, before she could really command her body into action, or even utter a single plea, one hand came up to cover her mouth, while the other rested on her hip.
He was nicer, more considerate this time, not ramming himself as he had done the first time he took her. Still, the fact that the hole he was no pushing himself into was untried and unready for such and invasion made it uncomfortable, something that began to border on pain as more and more of his member entered her.
The hand on her mouth wasn't needed, as she didn't scream, though she did cry, as he began to thrust himself in and out. The hand on her waist slid down from there to her clit, where he teased her before sinking a finger into the tunnel below, adding another one after a few thrusts before removing them entirely. Letting go of her mouth, he held her hips with both of his hands, grunting as his body tightened. Within one moment, he quickly switched which hole he was plundering into, thrusting as deep as he could go in her womanhood, where he climaxed.
Practically falling on top of her once he finished, he knocked the breath out of her with the action. It was a while before he moved, something she disliked, for she wanted him away from her. When he finally did, she was slow in sitting up trying hard not to whimper in pain at how sore her body was. She looked towards him, noticing that he was fully dressed, though, if she thought about it correctly, he'd never took off any clothes, just moved it out of the way.
Walking towards her, he forced another kiss on her, whispered his 'see you later' in her ear, and left the room after a quick glance at her from her bedroom door. Seconds later, she heard the front door open and close. It was only after that happened that she finally moved, heading straight to her bathroom where she did the now familiar routine of rubbing her skin raw.
Once she was done that, drained the water, and drew up a new bath, she sat there, thinking about her problem. She knew that this, this thing needed to stop, but she didn't have any clue on how to do it. How could she tell people what she had let happen to her, not just now, but over the last few weeks. Okay, so let wasn't completely correct, but she didn't really fight. The minute he had the upper hand, she was compliant towards him, instead of fighting towards the end, as she should have.
Of course, this last time, that end might have been death, but it would have been better if that was what had happened. Even more than that, she no longer cried during these...incidents. Only when he had done her anally did she cry this time, but she had after a while. Still...
For the first time in her life, Donna felt hopeless.