“Don’t move!” He pointed at her. He tore his remaining clothes off. In an instant he was back on her. He and she were both naked. He took hold of his dick, and was rubbing it up and down the flesh of her slit. After a few moments of this, he put a knee between hers, and said, “Open your legs!”
She tensed up, and put her hands against his chest. He knocked them away, capturing her wrists over her head. “Don’t resist. You’ll get slapped.”
Holding her with one hand, his other hand pushed the head of his prick into her opening, and drove it into her. She screamed as he strove to get properly into her, and in spite of being held down, she thrashed so desperately that it was a while before he could get a real good thrust. But he managed to pin her for a moment, and shoving furiously against her, he succeeded in forcing it all the way up, in spite of her cries and frantic struggles.
“Shut the fuck up!” He slapped her across the face bringing blood to the side of her mouth. He propped himself up on his hands either side of her head, and slowed down somewhat, agitating himself on her with long, steady strokes. If she tried to look away, he grabbed her face and pointed it at him. He began to fuck her with long, rhythmic strokes. She submitted passively, knowing that resistance was useless.
“Yeah, YEAH, Nicole!” he said, as if she was enjoying it. She squeezed her eyes shut, and he tapped her face a couple of times. “Keep looking at me. You like having a man in your body?” he asked, panting, then laying heavily on her he put his lips to her ear. “I’m fucking you, Nicole, I’m raping you,” he said, as he kissed and nuzzled her. “I know you like it, you slut. You wouldn’t be so fucking wet if you didn’t. Neither of us will ever forget this. You’ll always remember my face. You’ll always remember me.”
He clutched her face so she was looking at him, and gave her a long, hard, wet, kiss. Then he pulled himself out slightly, and slammed back into her. He thrust into her again, and again, and again. Naked beneath him, she felt completely exposed, transparent with pain and anguish. He was looking down at her, while he thrust into her body, in and out, in and out, every stroke sheer agony. It was perfect pleasure to him.
“Yeah, Nicole baby, yeah, my cock is feeling good deep in your cunt. Oh, Nicole, you were made to be fucked, and I’m fucking you, Nicole, oh baby… “ He propped himself up on his hands, looking down at her, while his hips rose and fell at an even pace, pushing into her. “Fuck you feel good. Spread your legs some more, you want it! Come on, come on!” He was hitting her harder and harder, breathing heavily.
“Don’t come in me!” she pleaded. “Please! Please—pull out! Please!”
He became tense. He put his head back, pushing with deep rapid thrusts, then his head fell forward. A few broken sighs and groans came from him, and he stopped. She closed her eyes, all her face quivering. It was too late. There was a short moment, then he pulled back, jammed himself in deep again. He pushed himself into her as hard and deep as he could.
“You made me come too soon,” he said, feeling between her thighs, keeping himself lodged in there. His thumb brushed her clitoris as he put his lips over hers, probing her mouth with a lazy tongue. He settled his weight down on her tortured body, relaxing. He kissed her a bit here and there, pinching her nipples, and occasionally moved his soft prick so it stayed comfortably seated in her body. He wiped the blood from the corner of her lip, and smeared it on the already-filthy mattress. Then he smoothed her messy hair away from her tense brow. She was silent, breathing heavily, her eyes wet with weeping.
The air was heavy with the odour of sweat and sex. She could feel the wetness as he pulled out, and lay beside her. She was sore and felt like she couldn’t breathe as she cried and trembled. His fingers moved back inside her, making her wince at the ache and throb between her thighs.
“You’re one thoroughly fucked bitch,” he murmured, half frigging her. “You don’t like my scum in your body, do you? It’s still moving. It’s going deeper and deeper into you. You might get pregnant,” he muttered as he poked her and his thumb began to rub her clit. “You’ll fuck lots of men after me, but you’ll never forget me. Is that starting to feel good? You like this?” he began to murmur again as he licked her breast. His fingers manipulated her persistently. She started to tense up.
“That’s good—let me make you feel good, girl,” he whispered as he kept poking and rubbing her. She was horrified when she felt a flutter in her tummy. She didn’t know what was happening. She closed her eyes, crying silently as her body tensed before she trembled and came with a whimper.
He loomed over her face. “Did you just come?”
She turned her face aside, sobbing uncontrollably. She hated that her body had reacted that way. She tried to turn from him, curling into a ball, but he held her, smothering her with kisses. She grew frantic for breath. He grabbed her face. “Hey, look at me, look at me,” he said. “Was that good? Did you like that?”
She shook her head, still crying.
“How can I fucking make you come, if you don’t like it, lying bitch!” He smacked the side of her head. She raised her hands too late, with a queer clawing movement to cover her eyes and face, and sobbed even harder.
“Shut up! shut up!” He slapped her again, and she went silent, but choking and catching her breath. His eyes were fixed on her. She felt now that nothing would prevent him from beating her to death. She couldn’t prevent him any more. She was at his mercy.
He suddenly got up and slipped on his jeans, without his underwear. She sat up dazedly. She glanced around quickly, looking for something, a weapon, anything, a way to escape. She was about to make a dash, but he kneeled on the mattress again. She looked up at him. She couldn’t read his face. “Please… ”
“What’s going to happen if I let you go?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Are the police going to be around here, knocking at my door? Is that what’s going to happen?”
“No. I swear. I won’t say anything.”
“Not even to your boyfriend?”
She shook her head. “I swear. Please.”
She didn’t take her eyes off his, waiting to see what he would do. “I don’t believe you,” he said.
“No! no! no!” she screamed as he dragged her off the mattress. He got behind her holding her wrists for better physical control, and forced her over to a thick wooden beam. She saw then that an old rusty chain was wrapped at the base of it. He grabbed the chain, and soon got it around one of her wrists. He used a padlock to secure her. He stepped back and let her thrash violently against the chain. She couldn’t quite stand at full height, because the length of it was too short.
“I have to go get your car,” he said calmly, wiping the sweat from his mouth.
She watched him go into another room, which looked like a kitchen. He came out again with a metal bowl. Then he went to the corner and pushed the mattress with his foot all the way over to her. He place the bowl next to it. “If you need to piss or shit.”
“Oh, my God!” She covered her face in her hands, then covered her mouth, watching him.
He put his shirt and boots back on, then grabbed his keys. The room was dull and dark in the late afternoon, but he didn’t switch on any lights before going out. She stood motionless, numb and bewildered, then glanced around for something. Nothing was in reach. The room was empty, except for some filthy furniture and an old television. She tried to take in her surroundings. She seemed lost in a haze, yet she was hyper-aware of everything. She started tugging at the chain again, but all it was achieving was to hurt her wrists.