Child Abuse Story From Heidi

by Heidi
(Belgium)

My father was not my real father, it was someone my mother found when I was 2 years old. When I was 7 years old, my mother died in a traffic accident, and my stepfather got the custody over me, and from that day,he started to rape me.
In the beginning he wanted me to sleep with him in his bed, and during the night, I could feel him between my thighs, touching my sex. Later on when still 7 he forced himself inside me, and threathened me to suck him.

When I was 9 he very often tied my hands and ankles, before he entered me, and sometimes he strangled me with a pair of nylon stockings, or a belt. I was terrified, and thought I should die when he did this, but another person inside me liked it, and found it arousing too, and I began to have orgasm when he strangled me. I was so shameful when I had these strong and massive orgasms while standing there, and thinking about it now, where I am older, I still feel so shameful for enjoying it, at the same time as I was terrified about if he should want to hang me to die.
I have had some unstable relationships with different men, but it never seem to work out for me,
Happily my step father died from alcohol abuse when I was 12 years old, and the rest of my childhood I spent in a foster house at the country. These years was the happiest in my life
Heidi

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