Fatima and her ordeal of sexual exploitation and rape at the hands of a teenage boy
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๐๐ด ๐ข ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ, ๐โ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐น๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ค ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ท๐ถ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ. ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ.
๐ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐น๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ค, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐โ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ค ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด. ๐๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฐ๐บ.
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It was very late when my daughter and I realised the severity of my husbandโs alcohol addiction. Days of pay just gone like that with a poof. As you know, Iโm a 30 year old mother, with a daughter of 13. Where were we going to get the money for her education? The rent? A relative had suggested that I start working as a house servant but my husband was against it, saying women of our faith and community shouldnโt indulge in such jobs. But he wasnโt helping either, so I started working without informing him.
I decided to work as a househelp in a fairly decent neighbourhood. Or so I thought. The family was any typical middle-class one, a wife, a husband and their son. Parents are hard working. The son was a wastrel who lived with them after school and refusing college. He was 18 at that time.
The boy, I discovered, had a sick, sexual obsession with me. For a while I thought he was mentally ill, but that was not true as he had a method. He knew to behave in front of his parents and only when they left would he adopt this demeanor of absolute lust.
The worst part was the boy knew I was married and had a daughter. But he just didnโt care. I had spoken to other working women about him. I remember them asking questions like,
โDid he touch you?โ
โNot yet no. He just watches me and jerks offโ
โHas he threatened you?โ
โNoโ
โMy advice to you, Fatima,โ Kamla, a very close friend now said to me, โKeep quiet, do your work and leave fast. They have resources that we depend on, not us. Just pray that hopefully he doesnโt get too physical.โ
And that is the part where I think it started to go wrong. When I stopped paying attention to him even though he was right besides me, spewing his semen onto the floor to make me clean it up or on my body, I acted like he wasnโt there. Which I believe emboldened him.
One day he just snapped. Like an animal, he pounced on me. I was so unprepared and in a compromising position, on all fours crawling on the ground, I just went numb and sensed him pressing every part of my body.
Realising he was trying to fuck me, I started to yell and fight. But he clamped my mouth shut and tore the lower half of my hijab and the dress underneath it. I felt cool air on my bare ass and after slapping my ass cheeks angrily, he opened me up and drove himself inside my pussy.
I stopped yelling.
Almost astonished that it was happening. With his every thrust my will grew weaker and weaker. He soon came inside. Both his climax and my rape being unceremonious.
I grabbed onto the couch in front of me, still on my knees and buried my head in the cushion, filled with shame and humiliation. I felt the boy come back and sit behind me, his feet slapping my butt cheeks. I turned to see him smiling and stroking himself.
โYouโre a pig!I I declared between sobs. He didnโt respond. I felt so used at that moment.
Feeling his hands on my hips, I immediately turned around and began to slap him away, he just grabbed at my wrists and stabbed my breasts, making me gasp for air. He pulled me away, making me lie on the ground and made me raise my legs to welcome him. I shook my head in a disagreeable way before I felt him plunge inside me again. A squishy noise from my abdomen made him pull out and we both saw his dick lathered in white cum he had deposited earlier, as it rose slowly out of my depths. I couldnโt believe how much of it was inside me. He smiled and slowly penetrated me back while I stared horrified.
โ๐๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐บ๐ฆ, ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข! You will get me pregnant.โ In my desperation, I yelled at him in hindi to stop, knowing he didnโt understand a word of it.
I searched his eyes for any sort of understanding, but all I got was a taunting glare and delivered with equal amount of thrusts.
After cumming inside of me again, he went back to his room and slept off, leaving me to clean his mess.
I didnโt dare to go back to the house for a month after that. Which led to worse things. As I had left without informing, the parents, especially the mom, were worried and sent her son, who raped me, to my house. He chose to visit on a day specifically when my husband was out and my daughter and I were alone.
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P.S.: this is my first rodeo, so bear with me. I promise Iโll improve. More to come.
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