She tried to retrieve her white dress on the floor, but it was just out of reach. She crawled into bed and put the covers over herself. The blanket, the sheets, the pillows, everything smelled of him. She couldn’t get away from him. Especially now that she had earned the dubious honour of sharing his bed. She would have to keep coaxing him, until he trusted her enough that she could get away. She had to get out of this. She had to get back to her family, or live long enough that they could find her and take her home.
She thought about the other girls, and wondered where they were, if they were dead, if they were still here somewhere. His words went over and over in her head. She began to cry slowly.
Chapter 9
It was very late when she saw the bedroom door open and he walked in. He didn’t take any care to be quiet or considerate. He even switched the light on for a moment while he fiddled around, then he turned it off again. She felt him get into bed. He lay behind her, and pressed his thighs and belly close to her, putting his arm around her and feeling her warm breast. She moved slightly, but he wanted her to stay in that position. He just lifted her upper thigh, and pushed into her warm pussy. He kept her lying on her side, into him, spoon-fashion, while he slowly poked her in an upwards motion. He only went for a few minutes then was too tired and stopped. But he seemed content to lie with those parts still touching and stayed snug against her, till she felt him falling asleep and he turned over.
“I like having you with me during the night,” he said the next morning. He was trying to have sex with her.
“I have to pee,” she said.
“You can have some of this first.”
“Don’t! I have to get up,” she said more firmly than she had thought possible with him, and pushed against his shoulders.
“All right! Jesus Christ,” he said.
He went with her into the bathroom and stood yawning and rubbing his face, while she sat on the toilet. A little pee dribbled out, and dripped into the water beneath her. He went and stood between her legs, pushing them apart, and tried to pee between them. His morning erection made it difficult and he sprayed piss over her leg. She wiped it off with toilet tissue.
“Can I have a shower?” she asked getting up and flushing.
“I don’t feel like standing around,” he said. “Unless you want to give me a massage?”
She decided to accommodate him, for the sake of a shower. She didn’t know when she’d be lucky enough to get another one. As she was adjusting the warm water he grabbed her from behind, swaying with her, putting his fingers in her mouth, and leaning in on her a bit so his hard prick pushed against her bottom.
“Are you going to let me fuck your ass again?” he said sliding his hand gently around her throat, and pressing his lips to her cheek. “Hmm? Are you going to let me fuck your ass?”
Her heart went hot and tight. She blinked rapidly, trying to think what to say or do. It messed her up badly last time.
“Get your shower, Nicole. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said with a strange sensibility.
He let her shave her legs and armpits, and then forced her to let him shave her more intimate areas. She was scared he was going to cut her by accident, or deliberately if she made him angry. It was a relief when he was done. He let her finish her shower while he stood and watched. Then he took her back to the room.
She was kept in there for hours on end. She just lay there doing nothing, waiting for when he would come and use her. Every time he had sex with her she felt something would rupture inside and she would die. He seemed trying to expend his desire for her in violent excess.
She was so defeated and tired she hardly put effort into trying to win him over. She didn’t sleep well. He had spasms through the night. Sometimes he thought he had heard something and would make her listen, but she could never hear anything. Other times he would get up in the middle of the night jabbering about all the noise. He would go and investigate. Sometimes he wouldn’t come back for half an hour.
Nights were what he seem to dread the most. He would have moments where he was upset, frighteningly upset, and would cling to her, muttering things she couldn’t piece together, even sobbing that he needed someone to pray for him. She would hold him, and speak soothingly. Her pity and sympathy was as hard as stone, its deepest motive was hate of him.
She had to be careful he didn’t choke or beat her when he had an episode. He was incoherent. He was always extra harsh the following day. If she put her fork down too heavily, or looked at him the wrong way, she would get smacked across the head or pinched on the breast.
She was beginning to feel as if she wasn’t human anymore.
She was on the bed on her side, plucking at a loose thread on the pillow in the dark when he came in and switched on the bedside lamp. He got her to lay on her back, sitting on the edge next to her. He spread her legs and bent over her pussy, and after a long look at it, with the deepest admiration, he rubbed his hand over her smooth flesh.
“I prefer shaved,” he said. He rubbed her for a while. Then he positioned her on all fours. She didn’t resist. Knowing what would happen, knowing how it would be. He spread her ass cheeks and licked the tight hole. She wished he would leave it alone. He stood up and was fiddling with something on the bedside table. She looked around to see what he was doing.
“I’ve got some olive oil,” he said, and she could see that he was slicking up his dick. He held her hips again, and pressed it against her. She tensed up. She felt the head of his dick push tightly against her ass.
“Don’t!” she cried. She tried to turn over, but he pushed her forward onto her belly, and pinned her down on the bed.
He bent over her, and said sympathetically, “I’ll go easy this time. You just have to get over that first bit of pain then it feels good, baby. Trust me.”
She was struggling under him, but couldn’t get up, and in a sobbing, pitiful tone, said, “Please. Don’t. I can’t.”
“Just try it, baby, please.” She shook her head, and he gripped her hair. “You know I’ll hurt you, then do it anyway. Don’t fight me!”
He pulled her up onto all fours, and she reluctantly stayed in that position. Her chin was down on her chest and she was clenching her teeth, trying to stay silent. She bit her lip when she felt the pressure of his cock against her ass.
“Right from when I was a kid, I always wanted to fuck a girl in the ass,” he said pressing his cock against her, forcing its head inside her. The pressure was intense. He kept pushing forward and said, “Just let it happen.”
He ran his hands over her back, and applying constant pressure, succeeded in shoving his prick halfway up her ass, and she moaned agonizedly. She felt she’d be split apart. “Oh, baby,” he sighed. Gripping her tightly to him, he rammed fiercely into her and went all the way in. She choked on a stifled scream. Firmly lodged inside her, he kept his prick up to its roots in her smarting ass and lay motionless on her for a moment until she stopped crying.
“Just relax. It’s up inside you.” He held her tightly, and pressing her to him till his chest was flat on her back, he passionately kissed her neck and shoulders, moving inside her. He reached his hand around between her thighs, feeling her pussy, teasing her clit. The pain of his movement became too much.
“It hurts—you’re hurting me,” she cried and tried to move forward and dislodge him, but he held her hips and compelled her to remain impaled on his prick.
“Just relax. “You’ll get accustomed to it soon. Just relax.” He was pushing deeper and deeper. He was opening her, pushing her apart as wide as she’d go. His fingers kept tickling her clit. But she couldn’t relax. She shut her eyes tightly, as the sobs escaped quietly from her lips.