the rape

She grabbed some change, soap and laundry, went down the stairs and into the laundry room. She set the machines and on her way back to her apartment she stopped by the mail boxes. There was no mail and when she turned around to go to her apartment, her hot biker neighbor stopped her to ask her a question about her tattoos. She walked towards him and in two seconds he pushed her into his apartment closing the door behind him. She got nervous since she had to go back to her husband. Her neighbor took her by her neck, dragged her to the bedroom at the end of the apartment and lay her in his bed. She tried pushing him but the pressure in her neck didn’t let her talk or scream. Barely gasping for air a tear came down her cheek. She just looked at his eyes when she felt her clothes coming off and his dick in her pussy. He loosened his grip on her neck and as much as she wanted to scream her throat was raw and only moans would come out as his huge cock impaled her over and over. After a while he turned her around and penetrates her anus, rough and raw he fucked her over and over. At this point she didn’t move or fight. She just let him take her shirt off rub her tits while he bit her neck. She didn’t fight it, and the thought of being raped just made her orgasm.
She started thinking if she was fucked up by actually having an orgasm in the middle of a rape. But then she felt it. She felt him ejaculate, she felt his dick twitch while he filled her asshole with his sperm. That’s when she came for the second time. She could smell the intoxicating sperm and it made her horny. He turned her around and shoved his dick in her mouth. She gagged, swallowed, and gagged again. He kept screaming at her to suck it, and she did. After a few minutes of him gagging her, he finally ejaculated and kept telling her to swallow. She did.
He took her by her arm and told her to get dressed. After she got dressed, she noticed blood was showing through her clothes. He looked at her and told her to go straight to her apartment. He grabbed her by her arm again and dragged her out of his apartment, closing the door behind her.
She sat on the stairs for a bit, then she went to the laundry room and grabbed her now washed clothes, she put them in the dryer and went to her apartment.
When she arrived at her apartment, her husband was still playing video games and didn’t notice she was gone for an hour. She went to the bathroom and took a shower. She then kept thinking of what just happened and ended up touching her now sore vagina. She rubbed it until she orgasmed again and blood filled her wet hand. She smiled and went to sleep without picking up her laundry.
In the morning the Superintendent knocked on the door. Her husband answered and the Super gave him the laundry she left on the dryer.
Her husband came back to the room and asked her about it. She said she wasn’t feeling well, and that’s when he started an argument as he usually did. He always seemed to find a reason to argue with her and make her miserable. So much that in the middle of this argument she wasn’t really there, she was thinking of the rape. Her husband seeing her lack of attention got upset and threw the laundry at her, walking away.
She sat there still thinking of the biker. She got dressed and went downstairs to see if she saw the biker. She hung around the front of the building for a few hours, but there was no sight of him…
After a few hours she went to the liquor store and bought a gallon of rum. Coming back, she saw the biker. This time he was with what it seemed to be his girlfriend. She looked at him in the eyes and he didn’t react. He turned around and went to his apartment with the girl.
At this point she was so upset. She wanted him to force himself on her again. She wanted to feel his cock in her; she wanted to feel him ejaculate on her over and over.
The question in her mind lingered for months after the incident… Is it rape when you end up loving it and craving it??????