The year my innocence was stolen by you, an evil man who preyed on the vulnerability of mere children.

Held me down when I squirmed in discomfort as you forced your thick finger inside of my ****** body, stretching me far beyond my limit. Silencing my frightened cries with assurements. You held my hand as you repeatedly slid your finger inside of me, telling me this unbearable pain was common.

Initiated a connection between us, that quickly expanded to include physical touch; a highly inappropriate action in such an innocent setting. You bent me over at my waist and pressed your ******* into my backend. My mom sat feet away as you fondled my rear.

Rested your hand on my nearly non-existent *******. You wrapped your hand around my waist, pulling me into your side. You draped your arm over my shoulder, allowing yourself to caress my undeveloped chest.

Talked with the utmost amount of charm. You warmly welcomed me into your office with open arms, to which I naively thought was you being kind. You referred to me as “sweetheart”. You told me I had a cute ****. You made me blush, but I did not notice how closely your eyes examined my being, staring at my most secretive parts with a gaze that penetrated clothing.

Exerted your strength, your power, your dominance. You physically restrained me, applying brute force and physical pressure upon my small body as I subtly attempted to create space between us, recognizing I feared your touch, yet not comprehending how sinful the actions you performed were. You controlled my movements. You ordered that I undress to undergo your treatment. I stood before you in a gown untied in the back, my ******* peeking through. You bunched the material of the gown above my narrow hips, allowing you to toy with the bow on the front of my flamingo-themed underwear. To think this was the most innocent touch you shared with my body as your fingers swiftly delved further, completely disregarding the cloth barrier that meant to keep you away from my most feminine structure.

Evaluated my condition by allowing your warm hands to sweep over my mound, brushing against my folds, pausing at my inner thighs and repeating this vicious cycle for an hour. Once you were satisfied you had acquired a sustainable amount of ****** indulgence, you enveloped my body into yours, hugging me tight before bidding farewell. Promising his sweetheart that the pain would lessen if I continued with his treatments.

Never will I ever regain the purity you ripped away from me. Was the pain you have caused me worth the pleasure you received from my adolescent body?

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