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Babysitter’s Peril


The Raping of a College Cheerleader


Raped and Loved

By J.M. Christopher


“Get the fuck out!” I shouted, throwing his pants at him.

He stood in the hallway of my apartment, staring at me, clad only in a bra and panties myself, uncomprehendably. It was as if he expected me to take his admission that he’d cheated on me with nothing but pure and total bliss. Oh sure, he claimed he was drunk, and knowing my boyfriend like I did, it was probably true, but that didn’t mean I had to just sit there and accept what he was telling me.

He stepped toward me and reached up to run his fingers through my short black hair. “Jenny, I thought if I was honest with you that…”

“What, Kyle? I’d just forgive you. Sure, I’ll forgive you.” I kneed him in the balls as hard as I could. “See if your little slut likes you now you can’t use your cock!”

He doubled over in pain. It had been a pretty sharp hit, and I kind of regretted doing it. But the bastard had made me so angry. It was amazing that me, with my slight frame only half the size of his perfectly toned body could cause him so much pain. Hell, he played football for our college, he was used to taking hit all the time.

After the initial hurting had passed though, he got a crazed look in his eyes. “You bitch!”

Seeing the sheer rage in his eyes, I was sure I’d made a terrible mistake in hitting him. If he wanted, he could hurt me badly. Instantly, I ran for my room and intended to double lock the door behind me. Then if he tried to break down the door, I’d at least be able to use my cell and call the police. I’d never seen Kyle like this. He’d never shown this side in the three months we’d been dating.

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