The party had been epic and I had gotten pretty fucked up. It had been a tough week filled with final exams and stress, and the party was supposed to take my mind off of all of that stuff. That was why I had gone. Somehow, things took a wrong turn and I remember laying down on a bed that I had somehow found and telling myself I was just going to rest my eyes for a moment. I took off my clothing, one piece at a time and threw them onto the floor. I was overheating. I felt hot, like I was burning up.
I knew I was falling asleep. I didn’t know where I was anymore. I was too fucked up, but I remember thinking to myself, I hope no one tries to rape me. Then I closed my eyes and passed out.
I was still asleep when I realized that my body was being violated. Unfortunately  for me I was still unable to move or to open my eyes. I could feel someone probing my asshole with their fingers. I tried to wake up, but there was a thick fog hanging over my brain. I couldn’t get my eyes to open.
“Wake up!” I screamed to myself inside of my head. “Wake up! He’s raping you!” But I couldn’t wake up. The only problem was that I wasn’t really asleep either.
“Are you waking up?” the man asked me and I felt his hand stop, his fingers frozen inside of my asshole. I didn’t say anything, and instead I laid there quietly, hoping to see what he was really going to do. Was he really going to rape me all the way? Or would he stop? I don’t know why I wanted to find out, but something inside of me made me stay still, made me wait and see if he would really try to fuck me.
“I guess not,” he said aloud to himself and he went back to fingering my asshole, only now he was fingering it deeper and spreading my ass open with his fingers. “Now the only question is which hole I’m going to fuck first,” he said, talking to himself. He pulled his fingers from my ass and I could hear him shedding his pants. I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my ass and then my pussy. It was like he really couldn’t decide which one of my holes to rape first.

“I think your asshole is tighter,” he said to my sleeping body. “Let’s flip you over so I can see your pretty face,” he said as if I were awake. I pretended to be a limp, rag doll as he flipped me over and I waited for him to rape me, not with fear, but with anticipation. My pussy was wet and swollen with lust, and though I knew this shouldn’t turn me on, I couldn’t help it. It was. I waited for him to choose a hole, and though I wanted him to choose my pussy I wasn’t angry when he didn’t.
“Fuck, this hole is so tight. I’m so glad you passed out on my bed,” he told me. I didn’t know whose house this was, and I didn’t care. I had passed out in his bed and now his cock was pushing into my asshole. It took everything inside of me to keep myself from screaming, but if I wanted him to keep going then I would need to control myself. I bit my tongue as the pain seared through me. His cock was brutalizing my asshole! It felt so shameful and so slutty! It made me so wet!
“Wow, look at how wet your pussy is,” he said to me and he shoved two fingers into my wet hole and fingered me as he fucked my ass. He was fucking my asshole harder and harder with every thrust as his fingers worked in and out of my pussy. I had to keep from screaming, but I could barely control myself as I started to cum. Perhaps he would find out that I hadn’t been awake, but I was cumming so hard that I couldn’t go on with the charade anymore.
I let out a series of bloodcurdling screams as I came. Part of me thought that he would stop if I woke up, but he didn’t stop. He kept right on fucking my asshole!
“Yeah, wake up to my cock, bitch! Wake up and cum for me!” he said roughly as he continued to tenderize my insides with his thick slab of man meat. I was still screaming as he raped me and part of me knew that I should stop screaming and fight him. Part of me knew I should run from the room screaming and call the cops, but I didn’t do any of those things. Instead, I let him finish raping me. I let him continue to pound my asshole until he had dumped his entire load of cum inside of me.
When he was finished he looked down at me. I kept my eyes closed.
“Are you awake?” he asked and he shook me by the shoulder, trying to wake me up. I said nothing, letting my body flop limply back onto the bed as he let me go. “Come, on! Wake up! I know you felt that!”
We both knew I’d felt it, and that I’d cum. We both knew I had really been awake, but he let it go. Instead he climbed onto the bed with me and brushed my hair from my face.
“Does this mean you want me to fuck you again?” he asked. I said nothing, trying to keep my breathing even so he would think I was asleep. I wanted him to do it again. I don’t know why. I just did. I laid there silently, praying; hoping. I prayed that he would rape my holes again.