James leaned over and kissed her trembling lips. “You’re hot, even hotter with a little bit of come on your face.”
“I think you need to clean me up,” said Tony.
She couldn’t move, and James grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to Tony. They made her lick everything off them, and made her swallow. They took turns toying with her, kissing her a little bit here and there, while they lounged on the bed all three of them. She was bunched up. She had tried to hold it together, but they had broken her. She couldn’t stop crying and shaking. James was snuggling with her, nearly suffocating her with kisses.
Tony hardly got to touch her, but she was aware of him interjecting a few times with a grope here and there. James slipped his arms around her and made as if to place her on her back, whispering, “Open your legs, baby!”
“No! no! Stop!” she cried, struggling to defend herself. “Get off! get off!”
He held her down firmly and, in spite of her struggling resistance, he got her on her back and himself on her. But she kept her legs tightly closed so he couldn’t get between them. He began to get angry. Gripping her to him till her breasts flattened against his chest, he raised his head and looked her savagely in the eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you! You fight me, and I’ll beat the shit out of you, and violate you in a way you won’t like. Are you going to let me fuck you?”
She closed her eyes in an agony of distress.
“James!… James!… “ she murmured brokenly then stopped, unable to speak in her emotion.
“I can only guess you prefer to be forced! If that’s what you want!”
She moaned pitifully, “Oh, my God!” then was silent for a few seconds, her face distorted in her distress. These two sick fucks were insane. She strained and struggled, trying to free herself. James kissed her energetically, then with an abrupt movement, spread her legs, and forced himself inside, not listening to her screams and cries.
They raped her for over two hours. When they were done James chained her to the bed, and going out, closed the door. At first she was numb and could only curl into herself, so she wouldn’t hurt so much. Then she broke into sobs, deep, bursting sobs. They had used her, beaten her, and cast her away as if she was nothing. She wanted to hurt them, badly, like they had hurt her. But because she knew she couldn’t, she could only cry.
After she had cried everything out, and was just an empty shell, she became very still, very silent. Every time she thought she heard a sound, she flinched, thinking they were coming back. She finally fell asleep, more like unconsciousness.
She flinched when she felt the bed move. The room was completely dark, and she felt James creep under the blankets with her like a guilty dog. He put his arm around her, and in spite of her stony resistance, lay with his chest pressed against her back. She was in his arms, but her entire body ignored him. He kissed the back of her shoulder, smoothing his hand over her skin. She didn’t move. She was shut off, burning with hate.
“We only fucked you,” he murmured. “We could have fucked you up, you know what I mean?” He made her turn over. Her heart was hot and tight in her chest. She could hardly stop herself from tearing into him. He stroked her tear-stained cheeks, and pressing her to him, he passionately kissed her trembling lips again and again.
She could feel his skin under her fingers, her fingernails. If he held her any longer she would go mad.
He took her face and made her look at him. “Are you still my girl, Nicole?” She stared at him with all hate. He dug his fingers in further. “Are you still my girl?” He stared at her intently, and she maintained a passivity that would piss off anyone. He suddenly let her go. “Sulky bitch.”
Chapter 11
The next morning he took her into the bathroom to let her wash off the filth.
“You’re still all pissy,” he said, glancing at her while he leaned in to turn on the shower. She stood looking at the skin on her wrist where the chain had been pressing. “There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re beautiful,” he said. He put his hand up to her face, but she petulantly shrank from his touch.
“Come here.” He grabbed her by the hair. “Open your mouth, open your mouth!” He used his fingers to force her jaws open. He spat in her mouth. He spat again, then pushed her away. She stayed slightly stooped over, hugging her naked body. She could still taste him on her tongue. He moved close behind her, and took hold of her by the waist. She tried to push his hand off her hip by the wrist, but it wouldn’t budge. His other hand groped her breast, and she tried to pull that away too.
“Why do you keep trying to fight me, when you know how it always ends?” he said. She was aware of his impending body pressing behind her. He reached through her legs from behind, brushing the back of his hand along the folds of her flesh. “You know I always win,” he said, kissing her shoulder. He lifted one of her legs and propped it up so her foot rested on the edge of the bathtub. The shower was running and steam was building up. He leaned her forward getting her into the desired position. It took a couple of attempts, and he entered her cunt slowly from behind. He wrapped himself around her, and cradled her in his arms.
“James?” she said devoid of emotion.
“What, baby?”
“Can I suck you?”
He stopped moving, but kept hold of her. “You want to suck me?”
“Yes.”
He pulled out and turned her around. His face was hard and doubtful. He pushed her down on her knees, and held her face upwards by her hair.
“Are you going to bite my cock off? he said. “Because if you’re considering it, you had better make sure you go all the way through with it. Otherwise your head’s going to split open on the edge of that bathtub.”
He looked at her with his steady, dangerous eyes, that usually made her shrink, but she looked back with steady hostility. She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and swallowed his dick. She held it firmly in her mouth for a moment, and then slowly started raising and lowering her head, sucking him on the upward motion, and relaxing as she lowered her lips down to the base of his dick.
“Oh, fuck!” he said, sighing.
She kept sliding her lips over the the entire length of his dick, licking the head with a lazy circular motion, and playing with his balls, delicately squeezing and feeling them. She slowly increased the pressure and firmly but rhythmically sucked him. He gripped her shoulders, breathing erratically. His legs started to tremble and bend beneath him.
“Oh shit, oh shit.” He sighed and moaned, and made a straining sound as his knees buckled and he suddenly came. It shot to the back of her throat in several spurts. She could feel it squirt right up the center of his dick, and burst out the head. His dick twitched and jumped in her mouth, and she held it tightly, softly sucking until it stopped pulsating.
She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth out. She hated it. But she would rather suck him off, then have him inside her.
Later, he came in and took off the chain. He was strangely coy and affectionate with her, kissing her with small teasing kisses on the lips. “Suck me like you did in the bathroom,” he said. “It felt like you were going to suck my bowels through my dick.”
He pulled her off the bed, and made her kneel in front of him. She set to the task blindly, mindlessly.
“Yeah, that’s it. Hmm. Suck harder—make it feel good like you did before. Oh, yeah. You’re going to make me come so hard.” His hands found her arms and he pulled her up. He kissed her deeply and sensuously, sucking on her lips. “Let me get into your cunt,” he whispered.
“Come in my mouth,” she said.
“Why?”