I’ve been on my own since I was 17. The first two years I lived with a family friend until I had to leave cause her boyfriend wanted to fuck me which made her uncomfortable. I had no where to go and I didn’t make enough at a telemarketing job to get my own place. I was sleeping in my car until one of the managers there, who was 67, offered to let me stay with him.

He was nice enough and it was winter and I was cold and missed warm showers so I said yes. The first week was alright but awkward. He started telling me how beautiful I was. How much I reminded him of his daughter. My panties started disappearing until I had like 2 left. One night he drugged me and I woke up to my clothes off and him raping my pussy raw. I don’t know why but I just lay there the first time as he thrust into me then came in my pussy.

I didn’t go back the next night and tried sleeping in my car but there was an ice storm and I got so cold. I went back to get my stuff and that’s when he got mad. He said it was only fair he got to fuck me for letting me stay there. As I tried to leave he grabbed me and slammed me into a wall and that lead to him beating me and raping my ass.

I ended up staying like an idiot and his favorite things turned out to be choking me until I passed out or drugging me then putting objects in my holes after he had cum in them so I’d come to with random things like bottles, kitchen tools, and whatever inside me. He even had me fuck some of his friends. This is what lead me to be attracted to perverse men who hurt me.