When I was barely fourteen, my Uncle would take me to the movies with his daughter, who was twelve. During the movies, he would get very touchy, and would often make me feel uncomfortable. I begged my mom to not make me go, but I didn't want to tell her why. The next weekend my Uncle picked me up, but his daughter wasn't with him. I was terrified.

Once the lights were down in the movie theatre he leaned over and said "Do you like going to the movies??" I nodded, scared. "Well, you need to thank me, don't you??" I nodded, still very scared. He took my hand and place it on his crotch, and the asshole had his cock out. I was terrified as he took my fingers and wrapped it around his junk. He held my wrist and made me jerk him off while a fucking Pixar film played on the screen. I was scared, and I started crying.

"Don't cry," he said. "You're making me feel good, and that's okay. This is natural. There's nothing wrong with this." Then he leaned over and smiled and said "I want you to put your face down there and lick it while you do that with your hand." I told him I didn't want to, and he said I needed to. He got a little forceful, and I was terrified. I did what he said. I licked on it while jerking him off, and he put his hand under my shirt and bra and started squeezing my tits. I was crying by then, but I made sure no one could hear me. I was so scared he'd do something bad if I didn't do what he said.

"Put it in your mouth like a lollipop," he said, and I did my best. I was crying so hard I nearly choked. He shoved his hand down my pants and forced a big rough finger inside me and it hurt. Finally, he put a hand on the back of my head and pushed me down, and came in my mouth. I cried and cried, and he took me to the bathroom and cleaned me up. He explained that I was a good girl and had nothing to be ashamed of. He warned me that if I told anyone my mom and dad would get in a lot of trouble, so I never told a soul.

I never went anywhere with that piece of shit again. When he died of Cancer twelve years later I watched them bury that motherfucker so I could be sure his piece of shit ass was dead. When no one was around I pissed on his grave, no bullshit. I fucking hate him and hope he rots in hell.

Now I can't have a normal sex life. Every man that expresses interest me scares me, and I end up feeling like all he wants is to fuck me and make me feel terrified and weak. I can't enjoy being touched, giving or receiving oral sex, and intercourse shatters my psyche and makes me weep like a little girl. This is what molestation does to a child, you sick fucking perverts. This.

You motherfuckers and your fantasies about sex with children should be ashamed of yourselves. Then you should be drug out into the street and shot in the fucking face.