Worst Birthday, … ever.
Britney Sanders was furious; this must be her worst birthday, ever. It had begun easy enough, when she left the apartment she shared with her roommate Sharon, Sharon had mumbled a polite “Bye” into her cereal, completely ignoring that this was her big day. You just don’t turn 21 any day, but apparently this had slipped Sharon’s mind, and Britney wasn’t going to sink so low in reminding her. So she went to her college classes, where she barely knew anybody well enough, so no surprise nobody thought about it either. All day she kept monitoring her cell phone for texts, tweets or emails, but there was nothing, not from her parents, her sister, friends or Jack her good for nothing boyfriend. And to think of it that she had planned to let him finally sleep with her this weekend. 21 was old enough to get rid of ones virginity she had thought, but that was certainly not going to happen any time soon. If that prick couldn’t even remember her birthday, he could keep jerking off, for all she cared.
The afternoon flew by, still no messages, and she went for her shift at the Burger Joint. Here finally somebody remembered. Joe the somewhat sleazy but generally harmless manager gave her a big smile, a big hug and only tried to feel up her ass slightly. He also had a present for her, one of the new company shirts. Joe urged here to put it on right away and keep it on during her shift at the cash register. This wouldn’t have been all that bad if Joe had more a head for marketing, but the bright orange V neck T-shirt sported the following message in bold print on the chest
B J’s
I love it
To say that she was very conscious about what she was wearing would have been an understatement. But she needed the job, so she had went into the bathroom, took off her own blouse and put on the garish thing. Brittney was just happy that her bra wasn’t showing through the neckline, she was vain enough to be annoyed by something like that. She wouldn’t like to take her bra off, to prevent it from showing, but she would do it. Her 34B breasts weren’t so large or soft to really need the support, but she liked things kept properly in place. With a quick glance into the bathroom mirror she checked her appearance. She was slim and fit, sporting an athletic body, but on the short side with 5’ 4. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied in a firm ponytail. Allowing her to see a slightly browned face with a full mouth and sparkling green eyes. Those eyes usually sparkled with humor, tonight it was more building anger. And this BJ shirt didn’t help, the orange clashed with her usually preferred colors. But her shift was only going to last 4 hours and then she could get rid of it, preferably into the next trash bin.
She made it through the shift alright, but the leering sneers of the customers seemed to have come more frequent that night. At 9:30 her shift was finally over and she walked to the bathroom to change back into her own clothes, just to find that the toilet had clogged up and Manny the janitor, was wiping up the floor, there was no chance for her to change here. Britney didn’t want to wait, so she decided, enough guys had ogled her cleavage already, so it didn’t make a difference if she wore that thing on her way home. The bus stop was around the corner, and if she hurried she would catch the last bus at 9:40 home. Well she did at least saw the bus, or more precisely the tail lights, bending around the corner. “Of course” she snarled “it couldn’t have been any other way tonight. Definitely the worst birthday, ever”.
She sighed, and considered that it was only 2 miles to her apartment, and the night was actually rather pleasant, with the moon beginning to wane, but still full enough to bath the night in its silvery light. She didn’t want to spend all the money she just had earned on a cab, so she resigned herself to walking home, it shouldn’t take her much longer than 30 minutes. She was glad that she wore sneakers and not flip flops that would have made the whole trip even less pleasant.
About 25 minutes later she could already see her building coming up, she noticed that a few of the street lights ahead of her were apparently broken, leaving a stretch of the sidewalk in complete darkness. “Just great” she thought “the city can’t even keep the street lights operating properly.” She stepped forward and entered the dark passage, senses becoming very alert, she wasn’t frightened, that wasn’t her style, but she was suddenly very aware that she was walking alone in the night, and nobody knew she was out here. Britney also didn’t see any alternative to marching on, she was just 5 minutes from home, she was tired and the whole day had sucked, big time. She walked a bit quicker and made it through the darkest part of the blackened out walkway. She saw the next lighted street light coming ahead and sighed in relief. “See dummy, no reason for concern” she thought.
Suddenly she felt an arm coming from behind her wrapping around her neck, while a hand pressed down on her mouth, stifling her surprised scream. She was pulled brutally backwards deeper into the shadows and between a row of bushes, next to the walkway. Her parents had insisted on self defense courses for women, before she had started college, and she had gone through the motions feeling somewhat ridiculous at the time. She tried to remember what to do, she was supposed to kick an incoming attacker into the balls and run away, but this was clearly not an option here. If she could get rid of the hand on her mouth she might be able to call for help. She threw her head left and right trying to evade the hand on mouth, but nothing help. Desperately she decided to use her teeth; she opened her mouth further and bit down with all her might. The taste of her attackers hand wasn’t as she expected, not the sharp metallic taste of blood, but a hard leathery taste. It took a moment to sink in but her attacker didn’t care, he didn’t scream out in pain and he clearly didn’t let go of her. He was actually wearing thick leather gloves protecting his hands. She heard a low growling “So you are a wild one, well I need to keep that in mind.” All the time he had dragged her further away from the street, away from the light, away from the hope of help. He stopped at a little clearing illuminated only by the moon light. Her attacker let go of her throat reached somewhere behind her and suddenly she heard a very nasty CLICK.
When she saw his hand the next time it wasn’t empty any longer, but it held a switch blade, the moon light reflecting on its blade. Britney suddenly went very rigid and felt ice cold shivers running down her spine. Her attacker said in a low voice “I will now take my hand from your mouth, if you scream or make any noise, this little baby will get to work on you, and you will wish to be dead when that happens.” He took the hand away, and Britney decided it might be in her best interest to believe him, so she stayed silent. As dry as her mouth felt, she wasn’t sure anyhow if she could have produced a scream. “Give me your money, your cell phone and your credit cards” the man demanded. “So this is just a robbery” she thought relieved, in her mind she had feared he would kill her or worse rape her. She handed over her purse; the man ripped it open, rummaged through it, pocketed her cell phone and opened her wallet. She couldn’t see his face, but could imagine the disappointed face; hers wasn’t that different when she looked into the mostly empty spot for bills. “Twelve bucks?” he rasped “measly twelve bucks” that didn’t stop him from pocketing the money anyhow, the prepaid student credit card he threw away immediately, he couldn’t use it. Britney caught the first glance of her attacker, he was about 5’ 11, broadly built, clad in denims and a thick leather jacket he also wore a ski mask over his face. He was now looking at her student ID. “Britney Sanders” he mused “looks like it is your birthday today, well congrats to you” “Oh shut up” she flared “you have everything I have so let me go.” “Oh but I don’t have everything you have, yet” he answered still in a low voice “since it is your birthday, I think it is appropriate for you to strip down to your birthday suit. “ “WHAT?” Britney asked in shock. “We are going to play a little game. You do what you are told; when you are told, or I’m going to cut your face open. Little girls like you, usually care too much about their looks, than to sport big scars for the rest of their lives. Also a cut of nose is hard to replace. ” Now she was really afraid, she never had thought about it, but when he spoke she realized, having her face mutilated was a fate worse than death. While she still trembled and got ready to move his voice cut through the night “Get naked, NOW. And as a hint whatever you don’t take off quickly, I will take, and I’m sure you would like to have still something that can be put back on when we are done. “
Britney trembled again, but then took of the T-shirt and let it drop to the ground. She now stood there in here shorts and bra, his hands motioning her to go on. So with shaking fingers she undid the buttons on her shorts and let them drop to the ground too. Not wanting to expose herself she then kicked off her sneakers. She slowly raised her hand behind her back to unclasp her bra, when it fell to the ground she tried to cover her breasts with one arm. The man in front of her clearly had other ideas, with a quick step he was close to her and grabbed her panties. With a sharp tuck he ripped the upwards, turning the fairly modest set of panties into a thong, biting deep into her butt, and the center riding up between her labia. Britney gasped in surprise and pain. The man kept the upward motion going until the fabric of her panties ripped and she stood naked in front of him. “Lesson number 1” he said “When I say strip, I meant completely. If I have to do the job for you, I will, but you won’t like it. Now put those fucking hands of yours behind your head, I want to see those tits of yours.” This time she followed his instructions immediately. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her pert breasts commenting “You got a bit short in the tits department, but that is fine with me.” Then his gaze swept downward to the nest of fine blonde curls on her pubic mound. In anticipation of her weekend with Jack she had trimmed her pubic hair to a landing strip. She now felt doubly exposed, being naked in front of a stranger and having to show off her grooming emphasizing her labia. “How nice, a slut that keeps herself nice and trimmed down there, I like that. Let’s see how wet you are, all you little sluts are constantly leaking out of your pussies.” Britney reddened, she wasn’t a slut, she was a good girl, but she also felt it wouldn’t help her to point out that she was still a virgin. He found out anyhow five seconds later, he had taken of one of his gloves and had shoved unceremoniously a finger up her vagina. He was clearly surprised to feel the resistance of her hymen. He pressed “Oh so you aren’t so much of a slut after all, keeping your legs closed all the time, giving your guy blue balls.”
“Well we can correct that”. With that he pushed her hard onto her back, before she could react he was between her legs pinning her to the ground. She felt that he wrestled with his own pants and suddenly she felt something hard and hot, pressing against the entrance of her vagina. He spat on his hand robbed the saliva over his tool and pressed on. He wasn’t slow, he wasn’t gentle, it was nothing like she had wished her first sexual encounter to be. He rammed this cock, as fast into her has he could, he ripped through her hymen, rubbed along the dry tissue of her sex. And she screamed out, the pain was terrible, she felt as if he had ripped her apart. Then hit her cervix, making her cry in pain again. He kept on pumping steadily, and she felt some kind of relief in her vagina, some liquid was forming, either her own juices as self defense of the body, or blood from being ripped to shreds. The way she felt her money was on blood. After what felt like an eternity his breathing became more rapid, and she felt his cock stiffen even more in her. “Oh no” she thought that pig is going to cum in me, he isn’t wearing a condom. She wasn’t on the pill either; the cost for it just wasn’t in her budget. She had planned on making Jack wear a condom. “No, please don’t come in me, I don’t want to get pregnant.” She pleaded. He ignored her, making it clear she hadn’t a choice here; he was going to cum precisely where he wanted to cum. And he did, with a last convulsive breath she felt her vagina being filled. He spurted 3 or for 4 times, his vile semen deep in her vagina. She began to cry. The next thing she noticed was his fist hitting her on the head and everything went black.
When she regained consciousness, she lay on her back, legs spread. Something sticky and crusty on her legs. She tried to get up, which she managed in the third attempt being still woozy from being hit on the head. Britney looked around trying to find her clothes, but they were gone, her attacker had taken them. If she wanted to get away from here she would have to do so naked. She tried to clean herself up as good as she could, but the sperm dried on her body, would need a shower, so did a lot of the dirt. She started her walk home. The trip wasn’t easy, for once the bastard had also take her shoes, and with each step her legs and the bruises on her sex hurt like crazy. After 15 minutes she had made it to her apartment, always careful not to be seen. She would die of shame if somebody saw her like this. She retrieved the emergency key from a hollow stone and unlocked the door. Gingerly she stepped into the dark living room. Suddenly the lights blazed on to shouts of “Surprise” and “Happy Birthday”. Like a doe in the headlights she stared ahead, here were her parents, her sister, Sharon and Jack all her friends. Incomprehension on their faces …
All she wanted to do was die, or sink into the floor. Worst Birthday, ever.
The End
