I went on a family trip to Dis ney land and got raped by Donald Duck. At least, that’s how I remember it.
When I was 8 years old I went on a family trip to Disney Land with my mom, dad, auntie, uncle and my 15 year old cousin Mark, my parents had their own room, my auntie and uncle had their own room, and Mark and I had our own room, because I was only 8 they didn’t even consider that anything would happen between Mark and me, sleeping in the same bed, how wrong they were.
We’d had a great fun day in the park and were in bed, I was wearing a pink nightshirt and Minnie Mouse ears headband that my dad bought me from the gift shop, I woke up in the middle of the night feeling the bed bouncing, I rolled over and saw Mark laying on his back beside me, he had his eyes clothes and was making funning noises, and the middle of the bedsheets were moving up and down.
“What are you doing?” I asked, wiping my sleepy eyes.
He stopped moving and opened his eyes to look at me, he looked surprised to see me awake, “Nothing, go back to sleep.” He replied.
I noticed a big lump in the sheets and got curious, “What’s that…” I asked, lifting up the sheet to look, he quickly slammed his hand on the top of the sheet to hold it down and prevent me from seeing, “…Let me see.” I said.
“No.” he said.
But I was determined to find out what it was, so I wrestled and struggled with him, trying to get my arm under the sheets, eventually my determination paid off and I got hold of it, it was warm, a little rubbery, quite long, and very hard, I was too young to understand and it took me a while to think in my head of what it could be.
“Is it your willy?” I asked, guessing correctly.
“Yes.” He replied, he seemed quite content with me holding it.
“Why are you playing with it?” I asked.
“Because it feels good.” He replied.
“Why is it so big and hard?” I asked, continuing to feel it with my hand and rubbing it.
“Because I’m horny.” He said.
“What’s horny mean?” I asked.
“It means I want to have sex.” He replied, now I didn’t have a clue what sex was, and I didn’t want to seem dumb or stupid, so I just made out that I knew what he was talking about, “Oh, right.” I said.
I thought if he wanted to play with his willy then that was his business, so I took my hand away and rolled back over to go to sleep, “Okay. Night.” I said, closing my eyes.
He rolled over and leaned over me, “Hey! – You can’t just go to sleep.” He said.
“What? – Why?” I asked.
“You have to finish it off. Keep rubbing it for me.” He said.
But I didn’t want to play with his willy, “No, I don’t want to.” I replied.
He tugged on my shoulder trying to roll me over to face him, but I wasn’t having any of it, “I don’t want too. Go to sleep, Mark.” I said.
He got angry with me and pulled really hard on my shoulder, rolling me over on to my back, then he swung his leg over and sat on my feet and pinned my hands down by my wrists, “Ouch – Get off!” I complained, he was hurting me.
He called me a little cock tease and put his hand over my mouth, then he reached up my night shirt and pulled my panties down to my knees, and he was touching and rubbing my pussy, then he forced his finger inside of me, and that really hurt, “You look cute with your Minnie Mouse ears on.” He said, smiling at me in a scary way.
He leaned over the side of the bed and picked up his Donald Duck mask and put it on himself, then he forcibly pulled my panties completely off, and he rolled up my night shirt and laid on top of me between my legs, I could feel him rubbing his cock against my pussy, and I tried to get free but couldn’t, he was too big and strong.
Within moments he had penetrated me with his hard cock and started to fuck me, I felt him inside of me, feeling every thrust as he pounded me hard, feeling his cock stretching my tiny pussy wide open, with his hand still pressed over my mouth so I couldn’t scream, “Oh that’s good – That’s tight – Yeah, baby – Oooah.” He groaned.
All I could see was his face mask, I felt like I was getting fucked by Donald Duck, he raped me and came inside of me, I felt him come, shooting his nasty seed in to my body and he groaned with pleasure when he did, “Oooooaaah – Good little mouse.”
When he was finished he threatened to hurt me if I told anyone, and I believed him so didn’t tell, he rolled off me and went to sleep, I rolled over away from him and cried myself to sleep with his semen dripping from my hole.
I could never watch a cartoon with Donald Duck in it again without having flashbacks about that night.