intro

 g l o s s a r y:

 

• coupling - the act of having sex
• supernatural - things that cannot be explained by science and seem to involve ghosts, spirits, magic, etc.
• cheating - having sex with someone else that is not your wife/husband or girlfriend/boyfriend
• incest - sexual intercourse between people who are very closely related
• nonconsensual - not agreed to by one or more of the people involved
• consensual - sex done with the consent of the people involved
• fantasy - something that is produced by the imagination
• interracial - involving people of different races
• bdsm - a physical and psychological sexual power-role-play

 

 

note:

none of these stories are mine

bdsm: daddy

 

Renee was a friend of the family and had been helping me out around the house for several weeks while my wife, a high-powered saleswoman, was one a business trip to China. 

She was quite a bit younger than my wife and I, around 20, and home from college for the summer. 

"Be good," my wife joked before she left, "and keep your hands to yourself around Renee."

I have to admit that the thought hadn't even occurred to me. But my wife had good instincts. 

Renee was stunning: she had black curly hair, full lips, large breasts, a slim waist and an amazing heart-shaped ass that she covered every day in tight jeans. 

Often, I could see the top of her thong underwear as she bent down to get something from the lower part of our kitchen cabinets. She liked to wear low-cut blouses or tank tops. 

We have twins, my wife and I, so Renee's help was definitely required. I work out of my home office most of the time (I'm a financial planner) but even so, there are times when I have to leave to meet with clients. 

A live-in babysitter was essential when my wife was out of the country and couldn't cover for me at home when the boys were back from school. 

Renee and I exchanged only the barest of pleasantries for the first few days. I was busy with work, and she was getting used to the two boys' demanding routines. 

They needed help waking up, eating breakfast and getting ready for kindergarten. 

Then someone, usually me, took them to their school, where they stayed for half the day until Renee picked them up. 

Sometimes she would bring them straight home, other times they would go together to a nearby playground for a few hours, and eat lunches that she'd packed for them.

During the second week that Renee stayed with us, I got into the habit of checking out her outfits. 

Every day it seemed like she wore something that accentuated a different aspect of her body: one day it would be a black low-cut blouse that showed off her ample cleavage, the next day it might be a short skirt that barely covered her ass. 

Traditional babysitting attire it wasn't, but with my wife not around, who was I to complain? 

Although I viewed her outfits as a special treat, it never occurred to me that she might be wearing them for my benefit.

That is, until one day when I came back from dropping the boys off at school, and caught her looking through the family photo album.

"Sorry," she said, "I just wanted to see what your wedding was like."

"That's ok," I said, "what do you think about it?"

"Your wife is so beautiful! She looks so young!"

"Thanks, I'll tell her you said that."

She mistook my tone for sarcasm.

"No," she said, "I didn't mean that she wasn't beautiful now, I just --"

"I know, Renee. Don't worry about it. We all get old."

"You still look pretty good, Mr. Hammond."

"Thanks," I said, "you're not so bad yourself."

She blushed. 

"I wish I could find a guy like you," she said, "someone so stable, supportive, and handsome."

Now it was my turn to blush.

"I'm sure there are lots of guys out there who would love to date you."

"Yeah," she said, "I get a lot of attention, but not the kind that I really want."

The conversation was getting a little too heated for me. I excused myself and went back to work.

A few days later, I came home from a night out with my friends to find Renee asleep on the couch. On the coffee table nearby was a novel with racy picture of a young woman, scantily dressed, with her hands bound behind her back. 

"She was made her boss's slave," read the back cover, "little did she know, it would be true love."

I picked up the book without waking Renee and took it with me.

The next morning, Renee was quiet at breakfast. She must have noticed that the book was missing. 

"Renee," I said as she cleared the breakfast dishes, "I want to talk to you after you drop the boys off at kindergarten. Please come to my office."

She murmured something that sounded like an "ok," her eyes downcast.

I went to my office and put the smutty paperback on my desk, then sat back in my chair as I waited for Renee to return. I had skimmed it the night before, reading most of the sex scenes. 

I had to admit, it was surprising to me that a girl as wholesome looking as Renee would enjoy reading about some of the sexual practices described in the book. 

It was the story of a secretary who was spanked, dominated, and used by her boss. He handcuffed her, whipped her, shoved his cock down her throat and called her all kinds of filthy names. He would cum in her pussy, mouth and on her face. She loved him and called him "master." 

Really cheesy stuff, I thought. But I had to admit that I was turned on by at least some of it, and I knew that having the book in my possession might give me the currency I needed to get the ball rolling, so to speak. 

There was still a week to go before my wife came back, and I aimed to have some fun with the babysitter -- and if she liked it rough, who was I to argue with that?

I heard the door close. Renee was back. Timid footsteps creaked along the hall to my office, then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

Renee entered. Her face turned white when she saw the book on the desk in front of me.

"What kind of slut," I began, "would read something like this around children?"

"They were in bed," she stammered, "I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"Is that right?" I asked, enjoying the sight of the beautiful young woman's breasts heaving in consternation, "or did you want me to find it?"

"No of course not, Mr. Hammond!"

"You've been dressing very provocatively lately, haven't you Renee?"

"Not on purpose, Mr. Hammond."

"I'm not so sure about that, Renee."

She was quiet. Her gaze was still on the floor. 

"Look at me Renee," I said.

She obeyed. Tears started to form in her eyes.

"Tell me that you're a cock-teasing slut, and we'll never discuss this again."

"What?" she turned bright red, and seemed genuinely shocked. But she looked me in the eyes.

"Say the words, Renee. Say 'I'm a cock-teasing slut' and we never have to talk about this again."

"No!" she said, defiant now.

"Very well," I said, "I'll just have to make you. It's what you want anyway, isn't it?"

I grabbed the luscious 20-year-old and pulled her over my lap. She struggled against me, but I pulled both of her hands behind her back easily. I delivered several hard slaps to her skirt-covered ass.

"Stop squirming, Renee," I said, "you're only making things harder on yourself. Just say what I told you to say and I'll stop."

"NO!" she screamed, "you can't do this! I'm a nice girl!"

"Do nice girls read books like that?" I said, smacking her ass again, "I don't think so!"

I reached under her skirt to feel her panties. 

"Do nice girls flash their thong at their employer?" 

SMACK! I spanked her again.

"Please stop, Mr. Hammond."

"What kind of girl are you, Renee?"

"I'm -- I'm a good girl!"

SMACK!

"I just don't think I'm getting through to you, Renee."

With my free hand, I yanked down her panties, tearing them at the waist so that they came off her legs without having to pass over her shoes.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, "those are my favorite!"

"They're going to come in handy you little slut," I said, using the torn panties to secure her hands behind her back. Now I was free to lift her skirt and continue the spanking. When I flipped her skirt up to expose her incredible ass, I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I knew it was going to need some attention very soon.

"Renee," I said, pushing a finger into her sopping pussy, "I do believe the spanking has gotten you wet. Would a nice girl get wet from a spanking? I don't think so."

She moaned as I worked my fingers in and out. 

"I'm -- I'm a good girl," she moaned. 

SMACK!

"Wrong answer again, Renee. I think you might actually like this."

"No!" she moaned. Her ass was beginning to turn a nice shade of pink.

"I still don't think I'm getting through to you, Renee. I think I'm going to have to use my belt."

"NO!" she cried, squirming even more over my lap, "Don't use your belt Mr. Hammond. I'll sue! I'll tell your wife!"

"Something tells me you won't, Renee. And I think you know what the magic words are. Tell me that you're a cock-teasing slut!"

"I'm a nice girl," she whispered.

I unhooked my belt with one hand and pulled on it. It made a whipping sound as it moved through the loops on my pants. I coiled it in my hand and ran it across Renee's already-reddened ass so that she could feel the smooth leather.

"One last chance Renee. What do we call girls like you?"

"I'm a good girl," she said, defiantly. 

"Ok, you asked for it."

I brought my belt down across her bare ass. 

CRACK!

"What do we call girls like you, Renee?"

"I'm a good girl!"' she repeated, her voice cracking. I worked two fingers into her pussy, probing her wetness and teasing her clit as I wound up for another smack. I aimed this stroke of the belt directly across her pussy. 

Renee moaned in pleasure. 

"Rub my pussy, Mr. Hammond."

"What was that, Renee?"

"Rub my pussy, please, sir."

I spanked her ass hard with the belt. I could almost see the welt it would leave rising before my eyes.

Renee moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. There were tears streaming down her face.

"What are you, Renee?"

"I'm a slut, sir," she whispered.

"I didn't hear that," I said, giving her ass another sharp smack with the belt. 

She gasped.

"I'm a slut, sir. Please rub my pussy sir. Please stop spanking me."

"I'm not going to let you cum until you say what I told you to say before."

"I'm a cock-teasing slut."

"I didn't hear you!"

I smacked her ass several more times with the belt, leaving large red welts.

"Please stop, sir."

"You will refer to me from now on as 'daddy'," I said, spanking her ass more gently with my hand now.

"Yes sir," she whimpered.

"What was that, slut?" 

SMACK!

I smacked her ass so hard that my hand stung stung.

"I'm a cock-teasing slut, daddy!"

"Get on you knees, slut," I said, lifting her from my lap and putting her on the floor. Her hands were still securely tied behind her back. 

I unzipped my pants and watched her look of surprise as my cock sprang out of its enclosure. Though I am a fairly average looking man for my age, I sport a member that is quite large and thick when fully aroused.

"How - how big is it?" asked Renee timidly, looking up at my unit in awe.

"Why don't we find out, slut? Would you like to measure daddy's cock?"

"Yes, daddy," she said, still on her knees, wriggling against her bonds.

"If I untie your hands will you promise to behave yourself?"

"Yes daddy."

I untied her hands.

"Go over to the drawer over there and get the ruler that you find inside."

She started to stand. I pulled back my belt and landed a wicked stroke across her ass.

"I didn't say you could stand, slut. Stay on your knees."

"Yes, daddy."

She crawled to the desk and opened the drawer. After a moment of rummaging, she found the ruler. 

"Ok, slut," I said, standing over her and stroking my cock after she had slid back to me on her hands and knees, "let's see how many inches of cock you're going to be fitting in that cute little mouth of yours."

"But Mr. Hammond," her eyes were wide, "I've only given a few blowjobs, and had sex maybe six times in my life. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to fit that thing in my mouth."

"What's my name, slut?" I snatched the ruler out of her hand and smacked it across her ass.

"Daddy."

"That's better. Now take this and measure me."

She took the ruler and held one end at the base of my cock. Then she looked at the other end.

"Nine, almost ten inches, daddy."

"That's right, slut. Let's just say nine and a half."

"Ok."

She was clearly anxious about what was going to happen next.

"Do you want me to let you cum Renee?"

"Yes daddy."

"Then you're going to have to suck my cock first. Would you like that?"

"No daddy. I'm not sure daddy. It's so big!"

"You're going to beg me for it, you little slut," I said. I was dripping precum from the end of my shaft. 

I held my cock in one hand and tugged on her hair firmly with the other. Then I smacked her across the face with my cock. She looked up at me in shock.

"Daddy, can I please suck your cock?"

"That's more like it."

She opened her mouth and devoured my throbbing member. 

"Now you're being a good girl," I said, pulling on her hair and fucking her face, "take daddy's cock."

I heard her start to gag, so I pulled out.

"Let me hear you beg for it again you little slut."

"Please, daddy!"

I smacked my cock across her face again.

"Please what, slut?"

"Please let me suck your cock."

"Why should I let you do that?"

"Because I'm a cock-sucking whore, daddy."

"Louder."

"BECAUSE I'M A COCK-SUCKING WHORE, DADDY!"

I pushed my cock into her waiting mouth and groaned as it slid past her full red lips into her throat. This time, when she started to gag, I kept it down her throat just a bit longer. Her eyes began to turn red and water, so I pulled it back out and slapped her face with it again.

"You love this cock, don't you slut?"

"I'm a slut for your cock, daddy. Please let me suck your cock, daddy."

I pushed my cock back into her mouth and began to fuck her throat now. 

"Play with yourself while I fuck your throat, slut."

Her hand raced down to her clit while I moved my shaft in and out of her tight throat. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and I wanted to make sure that my cum went to good use, so I pulled my cock out and started jerking it over her face just as she brought herself to orgasm.

"Beg for my cum you slut."

"Oh - yes --," she said as she rubbed her pussy, "cum all over my face. I want your hot cum all over my slutty face, daddy!"

I grunted in pleasure as I felt the first several spurts of cum shoot from my throbbing member. I coated Renee's face and chest, then grabbed a handful of her hair and wiped off my member with it. 

She smiled up at me, then slowly and deliberately scooped the cum from her cheeks and forehead and put it into her mouth, careful not to miss a single tiny drop.

"Your cum tastes sooo good daddy," she said.

"Glad you like it, slut."

I looked at my watch.

"The kids are almost done with school. You can't pick them up looking like that. I'll have to do it."

I pulled up my pants, put on my belt and examined myself for fluids. I seemed to be clean.

"I'm going to take them out for ice cream and then to their aunt's house," I said, "when I get back, I want you upstairs in the bedroom waiting for me. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Hammond."

"What's my name?"

"Daddy."

"That's right."

I closed the door to the office behind me and went to pick up the boys. 

----

When I returned, the house was quiet. I went up the stairs and into the bedroom. Renee was standing next to the bed, waiting for me. She was wearing a short nightie that exposed most of her breasts and fell just below her ass. Her hair was tied back in pigtails and she was wearing lipstick. 

"Why are you standing, Renee?"

"Because my ass is so sore from your belt, daddy!"

She turned around to show me her red, swollen rear, still quite shapely and attractive despite its injury. 

"Right," I said, "you have no one but yourself to blame, young lady. Slutty behavior around the children will not be tolerated in this house."

"Yes, daddy."

"Now why don't you let daddy make you more comfortable."

I went to the dresser and got a bottle of massage oil from the top drawer. Then I sat on the bed and gestured for her to get across my lap.

"You're not going to spank me again, are you daddy?" asked the shapely 20-year-old.

"No Renee, I'm going to make it better."

She spread herself across my lap for the second time that day, this time willingly. I began to massage the oil into her sore ass. 

"That feels good, daddy."

I worked it slowly into her injured skin for several minutes, taking care not to touch the welts too firmly. Then I dribbled a little more oil onto her, making sure to get some onto the tiny brown rosebud that was her asshole. I massaged around the area for a moment before slowly sliding a finger inside her. At the same time, I began to finger her pussy, which was moist with its own juices.

"What are you doing, daddy?"

"Making you feel good, baby."

I worked a finger further into her ass while I massaged her clit with the same hand. With my other hand, I continued rubbing the rest of her butt.

"Daddy's going to make you feel really good, baby."

"Mmm."

Her breathing began to accelerate, and soon I had brought her to a short but powerful orgasm. I felt her ass clench down around my finger.

"Good girl."

I looked up at the top of the dresser across from the bed. A teddy bear looked back at us. Little did Renee know, it contained a so-called "nanny-cam" which was recording everything we did. I hadn't planned on it ahead of time, but now there would be a record of our encounter.

"You like having something in your ass, don't you babe?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Daddy's going to give you something else to put in your ass."

She rolled over partway and looked up at me. 

"But daddy -- it's --"

"Too big?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"How big is it baby?"

"It's 9 1/2 inches."

"That's right. Get on your knees and take it out, baby."

She dropped to her knees in front of me on the bed. Then she unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and boxer-briefs down far enough to allow my shaft and balls their freedom. She looked absolutely wonderful on her knees, looking up in awe at my shaft which was longer than her entire face.

"Get to work you little slut."

She began to lick the underside of my cock, barely covering its massive surface area with her tongue. She worked her way up to the head, then kissed the underside with her full lips, leaving a small lipstick smear near the tip. From this perspective it seemed impossible that she had had most of my shaft down her throat only a few hours before. 

"That's it babe. Show me what a little cock-sucking slut you are."

She moaned and took the first few inches of my cock into her mouth. 

"Look at daddy when you suck his cock," I said. She looked up at me with sweet green eyes. The sight of this slutty young woman in pigtails on her knees chocking on my cock almost drove me over the edge for the second time that day. But I had other plans so I held myself back for the time being. 

"Take the cock out and smack it across your cheek."

She took my cock out of her mouth and began to smack her own cheek with it.

"Tell me you're a cock-sucking slut."

"I'm a cock-sucking slut, daddy," she said, smacking herself in the face with my cock. The thick head had turned an angry red. 

"Now get that cock nice and wet, slut. It's going to go in your tight little ass."

"But daddy!"

I reached down behind her and gave her a smack on the ass. I could tell by her shriek that it stung.

"Daddy, I thought you weren't going to spank me anymore!"

"I lied," I said, "you're going to take my big cock in your ass and like it."

"Yes daddy."

"Yes daddy what?" I smacked her ass again. She winced in pain.

"Yes daddy I will take your big cock in my ass."

"Tell me how big it is. Tell daddy you're a slut for his cock."

She took my cock into her mouth again and bobbed up and down, covering it in spit. Then she took out my cock and looked up at me.

"I'm a slut for your 9 1/2 inch cock, daddy. I want all of it in my tight little ass."

"That's a good girl."

I grabbed her under the arms and positioned her on her hands and knees on the bed, so that her face was towards the camera. Then I pulled my own pants off the rest of the way and knelt behind her on the bed, fisting my throbbing cock.

I poured out more of the oil onto my hand and worked a finger into her asshole. Then I pressed my shaft to her pussy entrance. Slowly, I began to push inside her with my cock while I finger-fucked her ass.

"You're so big, daddy!"

"I've only got the first two inches inside, babe."

"You like that finger in your ass?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Just wait until I'm done with your pussy. My cock's going in there."

"No daddy," she said, "don't fuck me in the ass. Please. I'll suck you off again like a good little slut. I'll do anything."

I spanked her. Hard.

"Oww!" she cried, "that hurt, daddy!"

I pushed two more inches into her tight cunt. If her cunt was this tight, fucking her ass was going to be like trying to fit my dick down a drinking straw.

With a final push I managed to get my cock all the way inside her. She moaned in satisfaction as I filled her.

"Daddy, it's soo big."

"Do you want daddy to fuck you?"

"Yes, daddy, please."

"What do you say?"

"Fuck me daddy. Fuck my tight little pussy."

I started fucking her with long, even strokes, then pulled her head up by the hair, hoping that the camera would capture her pretty face as I rammed her from behind.

"What are you, Renee?"

"I'm a cock-teasing slut."

"That's right."

I fucked her even harder. She started breathing faster. 

"I'm a fucking cock-tease. I'm a slut for daddy's cock."

"Now you're getting the hang of it you little slut! Just for that I'm going to let you cum!"

"Oh yes daddy," she gasped, "let your little whore cum. I need to cum on your huge cock so bad. I need to cum so bad and I need your cum. I want you to shoot your load up my tight little pussy."

"Oh no you don't you little slut. You're not going to get out of an ass-fucking that easily."

I spanked her again. She cried out in pain.

"I don't care daddy. Fucking fuck me. Fucking put that monster cock in my ass if you have to, just fuck meeee!"

Her vaginal muscles clamped down on my cock as she came.

"Damn, Mr. Hammond," she said after a few seconds, "that has to be the hardest I've ever cum. Period."

"I think I misheard you, slut," I said, smacking her ass at what appeared to be a particularly tender spot, "what's my name again?"

"Daddyyyy," she moaned.

I pulled my rock-hard cock out of her pussy and put it at the tight entrance to her asshole. 

"I'm going to claim your ass, slut. It belongs to me now."

"No daddy, please!" she exclaimed, trying to wriggle away. I pushed her so she was face down on the bed, then I reached under her and pulled her ass up forcefully while still holding her head down with one hand.

"How does that song go, slut? Face down, ass up..."

"No daddy, don't fuck me in the ass!"

I pushed forward with my cock, past the initial resistance. The oil I had applied earlier had done the trick. Even though it was a tight fit, it was moving.

"Daddy no!"

I ignored her pleas and pushed even farther into her ass. It was even tighter than I possibly could have imagined, and it was all I could do to keep from cumming right there.

"Stop daddy, it hurts!"

I smacked her ass.

"That hurts too, doesn't it, slut?"

"Owwww! Stop it Mr. Hammond! I mean it."

I shoved my cock even deeper. I was more than halfway now.

"You're facing the consequences of being a little cock-tease, Renee. You can't have it both ways: tease your employer and still retain rights to your ass."

"And by the way," I added as I pushed my cock all the way into her tiny butthole, "what's my name."

"D- D- Daddy," she stammered. I could see tears starting to run down the side of her face as I held it to the bed.

Then I began to fuck her ass. I took long, slow strokes at first to let her get used to it. After a minute or so, I saw the tears stop. Her breathing became faster.

"This is turning you on, isn't it, slut?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Louder, slut!"

"YES, DADDY."

I started fucking her ass even faster. I stopped holding her head down and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back up so that her face would be on camera. 

"Beg for it."

"Fuck me daddy. Hurt me with that big cock."

I grunted in approval and began to fuck her even faster. I knew that I was going to shoot my load soon. 

"Take that cock you slut. Tell daddy you love it."

"I love your fucking cock daddy. I love all 9 1/2 inches of it fucking my cute little ass. It hurts but I need it soooo bad."

I spanked her ass as I sped up.

"I'm going to shoot my load in your ass, slut."

"YES, DADDY," she was getting close herself now, "FUCK MY ASS. FUCK YOUR LITTLE CUMSLUT'S ASS."

This final vulgarity sent me over the edge and I came inside her, even as she reached her own climax. I pumped spurt after spurt inside of her, more cum than I could have imagined my balls could hold. Then I collapsed on top of her, my cock still in her ass.

We lay there for several minutes in silence.

"You, Renee, are a natural-born slut," I said, slowly extricating my shrinking member from her ass.

"Only for you, Mr. Hammond."

She rolled over and smiled at me. 

"I knew I wanted to be your slut the day I started working for you. That's why I left that book out," she said mischievously.

"Just as I suspected," I said, heading for the bathroom, "did you get what you wanted?"

"Most definitely, daddy!"

She closed her eyes and fell asleep. I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting late. I would have to pick up the twins from their aunt's house soon. 

Then I thought of the video made by the nanny-cam. It was going to make for some great viewing when my wife came home and things returned to normal.

 

non-con: impregnated

 

Neighbor's Obsession

She was brushing her wet hair in her bedroom when she heard the lock click--someone was in her house. She froze mid-stroke. She strained her ears and heard nothing at first, and then soft footsteps.

Her heart pounded, her body trembled with adrenaline. What were people supposed to do if a burglar broke in? Try to get out somehow? Hide and call the police? Shit. She had set her phone on the bathroom counter before her shower, and there it still sat, just waiting to be stolen.

The intruder wandered slowly down the hallway towards her bedroom. She glanced wildly around the room for places to hide. In the closet? Too obvious, and she would have to dash across the open doorway in plain sight to get in. Under the bed? Too much crap under there to fit. She silently cursed herself. She was in her late twenties for god's sake, she should be cleaning her bedroom like an adult, not shoving everything under the bed.

The footsteps drew nearer, and in a panic she gripped her towel tightly around her and ran quietly across the room to duck behind a wingback chair in the corner, still clutching the hairbrush in her hand. It wasn't the best spot, but a burglar likely wouldn't look behind a chair for valuables. She would wait patiently, let him take whatever he wanted, and call the police after he left, whether by her own phone or a neighbor's (though "neighbor" was a bit of a loose term when you lived out in the country). It was a good, solid plan. She would be safe.

The man stepped into the bedroom and turned off the lights, leaving them both in total darkness.

Odd, she thought. Didn't he need to see what he was doing? She heard the door shut and the zipper of a duffel bag, and then several minutes of him shuffling around. Clinking, rustling, clicking, tapping. What in the world was he doing?

Finally he stopped, and for a moment there was total silence. "I know you're in here, Ava."

She blinked, startled. That deep voice was familiar.

"It's alright," said Caden, her neighbor. "Come on out, I won't hurt you."

Something deep inside her told her to stay hidden, but he was just her neighbor, a kind and friendly man with an easy smile. He had helped pull her car out of the ditch last summer when she swerved too hard from a deer. He helped her install a backup generator after the ice storm a couple months ago took out her power for days. And just a few days ago he had stopped by and offered to mow her yard since he was already planning on doing his own that day.

That one was a bit odd, considering one of their yards alone would take hours to finish, and he had driven half a mile down her private dirt road just to offer... She had thanked him with a home-cooked meal and fresh sweet tea. He ate outside at her patio table, and then he had just smiled, winked, and left.

Yes, it was strange that he was in her house, but he was a nice guy, so she shyly stepped out from behind the chair, bending a little awkwardly to keep her towel from slipping, though it was too dark to see much anyway. "What the hell are you doing in my house, Caden?" He was barely more than a silhouette in the dark.

"Well," he said slowly, "I've helped you out a lot over the past couple of years, you know, and I thought that maybe it's time you help me with something." He tapped something soft in his hands.

She didn't know how to respond. Why did he come in? Why did he turn off the light? What had he been rummaging around for? Warning bells rang in her head, but Caden was harmless... wasn't he? "Can it... can it wait until tomorrow?" she said. Her body was trembling again.

He gave her a quiet chuckle. "No," he said. "It'll take at least a few days, and I'd like to get a start on it now." He stretched the thing in his hands, and in a sliver of moonlight she caught the soft shine of the black silk rope.

What the fuck? She stepped to the side, brandishing her hairbrush ridiculously like a sword. "I--I think you should leave."

He took a step toward her and she hurled the brush at him with all of her might, using his momentary surprise to dart around him to the door. She flung it open just as he turned around and she sprinted down the hallway.

She cried out in panic as he barreled after her. She made it to the front door, unlocked it, and pulled it open just a crack before his hand shot forward from behind her and slammed it shut again.

Caden grabbed her around the waist, pinning her arms to the side as lifted her up and held her tightly against his chest. He carried her back into the bedroom as she thrashed and kicked against him. "It's alright, Ava," he said. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you, remember?"

"Get the fuck out of my house!" Ava screamed. She was in full panic mode now, squirming and kicking in his grasp with everything she had in her. She found some footing on the wall and managed to push him violently back against the opposite wall in the hallway.

He grunted at the force of it, but then he dug his fingers into her and easily jerked her away. He was simply too strong. "Nice effort," he said, carrying her into the bedroom. With his arms still wrapped around her, he pushed her onto her stomach on the edge of the bed, pinning her under him with his weight. That was when she saw it: ropes and straps and cuffs, and a myriad of other things strewn across the bed. He reached over her for one of the cuffs and she shrieked, clawing frantically at the bed, at his arm, at anything she could reach.

"You're really making this difficult right now," he said in a strained, irritated voice as she continued to thrash. He cuffed one of her wrists to the sturdy slatted headboard, and then in one swift motion he flipped her over onto her back, pulled her to the center of the bed, and straddled her, holding her legs down before she had a chance to fight back.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a shaky voice, clinging to some hope that it wasn't what she knew it would be.

He wrangled her other wrist into the cuff and, satisfied at the achievement, smiled and gently ran his hands down the length of her arms and down her sides where the towel was still tucked firmly around her. He slipped it down to her stomach and traced the base of her full, round breasts with his thumbs. "Whatever I need to," he said.

She tensed at his touch and tried to shy away. "What the fuck does that mean?"

He didn't answer. It didn't take him long to wrestle her legs into the shackles at the foot of the bed, and once he pulled the rest of the towel away, she was fully exposed, trapped, and vulnerable. He stood by the foot of the bed, taking a moment to admire her.

Shame, fear, and anger ran through her, each fighting to surface first. She pulled futilely on the restraints.

He casually removed his clothes and tossed them aside. Even in the dark she could see that he was so much larger than her, so much stronger. He climbed onto the bed again. He ran a hand up her body as he laid over her. His hardened member slid up her thigh, trailing a small bit of wetness over it, and she squeezed her knees together as best as she could. She turned her head away from him as he loomed over her. "It's alright," he said gently. He grabbed her jaw and easily brought her head to face him, despite her struggling, and wiped her cheek with his thumb.

She glared at him. Moonlight outlined his broad shoulders and the strong arms that trapped her helplessly on either side. He leaned his head down towards her to kiss her and she snapped her teeth at him wildly. She caught a glint of excitement in his eyes through his dark shaggy hair as he quickly pulled back.

"You're quite a fighter, aren't you?" He clenched her jaw tighter and kissed her forcefully. She sucked in a hiss of surprise and pain as he bit her lower lip. "Come on, Ava," he said softly, his lips lightly brushing hers as he spoke. "This doesn't have to be a bad experience." He released her jaw and continued to hover over her as his hand traveled down her neck, breast, and stomach, and then settled on the small space just beside her hip bone.

Something came alive in her body when he gripped her hip and pressed his thumb into it, into that secret, sensitive place that most men didn't know about. She quickly pushed the feeling down.

He studied her face and grinned. His hand traveled down further to her thighs, which she pushed together desperately. "Open them," he said. When she didn't, he sighed and wedged his hand forcefully between them. "There will be consequences if you don't do what I tell you to." His voice took on a darker tone, but his dark smile lingered. "Now spread your legs for me, Ava." She glared at him again in defiance, and he roughly pushed one of her knees to the side and shoved his hips between her thighs.

"Stop!" she cried, squirming. "You don't have to do this. I won't tell anyone, I swear! Stop, please--"

He pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue between her teeth. "No," he breathed into her mouth as she tried to pull away. It was an all-consuming kiss; every attempt she made at turning away just gave him more control. He brought his hand up again and ran his fingers across her neck and wound them into her wet hair at the back of her head, holding her still against him.

In any other situation it would have been good, pleasurable, but she didn't want this, not with him. He was her neighbor--he was supposed to be safe, someone who looked out for her, someone who protected her from people just like him.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her, still holding her head in place. He shifted his weight and his free hand cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers. "Just relax," he said softly. He bent his head and took the other nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue.

She gasped. It was the cold air that made them hard, not his warm touch. It had to be the cold air that made her skin prickle beneath his hand, nothing else.

She didn't say anything as his hand traveled down further. If she didn't talk, then maybe it would be over faster.

His hand trailed down over her stomach, grazing her bellybutton, and he laughed lightly at her shudder when he moved over the ticklish spot just below.

She squeezed her eyes shut in shame as his palm cupped her smooth mound. He shifted again and she tried to push her legs together, but he pressed his thighs against her, forcing her to spread wider.

He groaned deeply as he ran his palm over her, kissing away the tears that slipped from her closed eyes. He traced two fingers around the velvety outer lips of her widespread folds. "It's almost like you shaved just for me," he said in her ear.

She jolted at his touch. It was fear that filled her with heat and made her tremble, nothing more...

He released her hair and sat up so he was kneeling between her legs. He spread her folds a little wider and stroked the inside of her lips with his thumbs. "It sure seems like you want this," he said with a chuckle. She opened her mouth to protest, but cut off as a finger pressed on her little bud of a clit. Any words that would have come out turned into a surprised gasp, which he took as encouragement. He stroked her again, this time sliding a finger from the top of her clit down to the bottom of her opening, which, to her horror, was slick with her own juices. She squirmed in the restraints and he climbed backward off of the bed, kneeling on the floor before her. He held her knees firmly in place as she struggled.

"Oh no, please," she said. "Please, don't..."

He ignored her and pulled her legs closer to the end of the bed. He lowered his head between her thighs.

She blushed with embarrassment. No one had ever had their head down there before. No one had looked so closely at such a vulnerable, private piece of herself.

He broke her thoughts and sent an electric wave through her core as his tongue touched her delicate flesh, licking upward from her slit to her clit in one wide stroke. Her body jerked and she felt his warm breath as he let out a quiet, primal growl. "I knew you'd taste good," he said. He flicked his tongue over her again and she jolted, not because it felt good, but because it... hit a nerve... Or maybe it was a reflex...

He dug his fingertips into her thighs, closed his eyes, and devoured her. He licked and sucked at her, holding her tighter when she arched her hips away from him. "Stop," she said weakly, but he didn't. He shifted a bit, and then she felt a finger slide over her slit.

She didn't want him to go further--she couldn't want that. She didn't want him inside of her, to know the unseen part of her in the same intimate way that she knew herself.

His mouth still lapped at her clit hungrily, but he pushed his middle finger into her opening, nice and slow and smooth. He was like a polite stranger, exploring her insides curiously, delicately. He slid in and out of her gently, bending his deft finger slightly upward and stroking against her walls in circular patterns.

She let out a quiet moan, and her hips suddenly raised to beckon his touch--another reflex, that was all.

He froze for a second, his wet finger pressed inside of her and his tongue lingering on her clit, and then he removed his finger and stood up. Her hips moved and her legs tightened of their own accord. He climbed onto the bed again and crawled slowly over her until he was propped up on his elbows, his face inches from hers. She could smell herself faintly on him.

"You're pretty damn wet down there," he said with a small grin, "and not just from my tongue. Seems like your body doesn't want me to stop."

A flash of clarity gripped her. He was assaulting her, there was nothing pleasurable about that. She glared at him. "I do want you to stop," she said. "I want you to let me go. I won't call the police if you leave now."

He shook his head and tsked at her. "Can't do that yet, sweetheart. Like I said earlier, I need your help with something, and it'll take a few days."

"You're going to keep me strapped to the bed for days?"

He laughed above her, his cheeks dimpled in amusement. "Of course not."

"Then what the fuck do you want, Caden?" Her body trembled beneath him.

"I want you," he said simply. "Not just now, though. I want to keep you around for a long time." He kissed her forehead and shifted himself so that his stiff member settled along her soft folds.

She frowned in confusion. Did he think he could just magically win her over in a few days--a few days after this? A few days was nothing--a few days was all it would take her to pack her things and move far the hell away from him after he had had his fill of her... after he had assaulted her...

He slid the length of his member along her clit and opening, slicking himself with her fluid. He wrapped his arms beneath her shoulders and cradled her head between his hands as his hips began to grind slowly against her.

She fought her body's response to him. It was just a natural physiological reaction. Nothing else. The growing heat in her core meant nothing...

"I know you don't know much about me," he said, "but I know some things about you. I know you're a good, traditional girl." He continued to slide along her slit, stroking harder against her now. "I know you're kind and nurturing, and life is precious to you. I know you stick with your commitments." His eyes gleamed. "I know you're a damn good cook, too."

She stared at him. What the fuck? Where is he going with this?

He grunted and pressed harder against her. "That's how I know you'll make a great mother."

Her body tensed as a new wave of panic took hold of her. That's why he needed her for a few days--in case the first time didn't take. "No," she said, shaking. "I don't want that, I'm not ready. Caden, please, please let me go!" He shifted again and she felt his leaking tip touch her opening. She screamed and thrashed violently beneath him, but the cuffs just rattled securely on the bed frame. Fresh tears burned at her eyes, but he wiped them away before they fell.

"It's alright, Ava." He pressed a little more, but still did not penetrate. "You can love me later," he said, his voice gruff with controlled desire, "but in the meantime I need to make sure you stick around a while." His expression darkened. "In the meantime I need to own you."

He watched her face as he pushed into her slowly. She gasped and tried to look away, but he held her head between his hands, forcing her to face him. He smiled with satisfaction as her expression changed from horror to something she physically couldn't help. Her own body was a traitor. Caden slid into her, and although everything in her mind told her to fight him, her body willingly stretched around him, welcomed him as deep and wide as it could manage--even slicked the way for him.

He let out a soft groan as he filled her, still staring into her eyes. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he said. He pulled out slightly and her hips arched back. He reached a hand down and rubbed her clit gently. "Just let go, Ava. Enjoy it."

She glared at him hotly, but the expression disappeared as he thrust back into her, harder this time. He groaned and rubbed her a little faster. Her mind closed in on itself, giving way to pleasure. No, no...

He pumped in and out of her, harder and faster little by little. "That's it," he said as her hips rolled with him. She moaned and turned her head away. "No," she said weakly. "I don't want this... I don't--"

He grabbed her throat, just enough to keep her head held down. "Yes," he growled passionately in her ear. "You do want this." He gave her a hard thrust and she gasped. "You want me to cum in you." He thrust again and she writhed beneath him. "You want my seed to soak into you." Thrust.

She tried to escape his touch, but every movement only brought him in deeper, pinning her helplessly under his hips and his steadily circling fingers.

"You want me to fill you again and again." Thrust. "To pleasure you." Thrust. "To make your belly swell." Thrust. "You want that, do you understand?" When she didn't answer, he leaned back, lifted her hips from the bed so that her legs spread over his thighs, and pumped into her hard and fast, panting as he rammed himself inside of her.

Her breasts rocked in time with his rhythmic, raw grinding. His thumb continued rubbing her clit back and forth, faster and faster, and his sack slapped wetly against her cheeks, now drenched with her own treacherous fluids.

In a horrible flash she could see it. Her stomach swollen, a glowing flush in her face, full breasts. And she could see Caden pleasuring her along the way. Taking her from behind. Forcing her down to lick her. Massaging her tender nipples with his tongue. In the back of her mind she knew she didn't want it, but in that moment her body craved it; it longed to be full and fertile for him.

The warmth in her core grew. She arched her back and her hips rose against him again and again. I don't want this. I can't want this...

"That's it," he breathed. He leaned forward and wrapped an arm underneath her, still ramming into her. He was so deep, and every inch of him stretched her just past what she could take. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking it hungrily with his tongue and just grazing it with his teeth.

She moaned and leaned back over his arm, pushing her breasts out to him. Pressure built up inside of her, taking over the rational part of her mind. She was lost in the moment now. Her body loosened, giving in to his pleasures--her pleasures.

"Good girl," he said, admiring her. He kissed her breasts and trailed his tongue from her neck down to the top of her stomach. Her sighs drove him closer and closer to the edge. It wouldn't be long, now, and the timing had to be right. "Cum for me, good girl." His voice was deep and commanding.

She glanced at him, at his dark eyes and the dark hair matted in sweat across his face. He was raping her, impregnating her, holding her hostage in her own home. He was obsessed with her, he was possessive, he had stalked her. And yet she didn't want him to stop. He was a predator, and his prey was giving in to him. She was giving in to him.

"Don't make me tell you twice," he growled, placing a hand around her throat. This was it... He gripped her waist tighter until their bodies rocked as one, and then pulled her down roughly on him while he pushed himself up as far into her as he could go.

She let out a soft cry, and then the pressure released and the heat crashed through her. Her hips rolled to feel every painful, pleasurable inch of him as bursts of euphoria coursed through her body, wave after wave. He held her down, spreading her wide as he thrust himself deeper inside. Her body writhed in ecstasy as she convulsed around him, every nerve inside her firing with each massive thrust.

Perfect. He dug his fingers into her and forced his seed into her body with one final, stabbing thrust. She could feel his member throb violently inside of her. She could feel each warm stream work its way into her, and her traitor body milked him eagerly for every last drop. And it felt amazing. He let out a groan and shuddered, pumping in short, slow jerks now as he emptied into her.

He collapsed on top of her, still pushed deep within her to keep his seed inside. "That's my good girl," he panted. He grabbed her chin and kissed her passionately.

In her daze, Ava's lips danced willingly with his. Reality was creeping in again, but her mind pushed all thoughts away as she basked in her afterglow, weak and exhausted.

Finally Caden rolled beside her and circled his fingers lightly over her breasts and stomach. "That wasn't so bad, right?"

She looked at him but didn't answer. She shouldn't have enjoyed it. She couldn't have enjoyed it...

He reached across her and grabbed one of the other items he had brought in the duffel bag, a piece of latex with something inside of it. He rose from the bed and positioned himself between her legs. To her surprise, he unlocked her ankles. She tried to kick him away, but her legs were weak and shaky.

He chuckled. "Still got some energy after all that?" He slipped the latex over her legs and then locked them back in place. He pulled the latex panties up to her thighs.

"What is that?" she said, lifting her head to stare at the bulge inside the panties.

He shifted the bulge as he pulled them up and she felt the tip of a small dildo at her opening. "Don't worry, it's just to keep my juice from leaking out for a while."

She gasped as he slipped the cold silicone inside of her. A smaller part wrapped around the front and pushed against her clit.

"It's also for girls who talk back and don't do what they're told," he said with a wink. He grabbed a remote and pushed a button, bringing the dildo to life inside of her. "Remember when I said there would be consequences?"

Ava shuddered at the vibration. It was too intense; she needed more time to come down. "It's too much!" she said. She squirmed, but the latex panties held firm against her. "Turn it off, Caden, please!"

He grinned and began leisurely putting on his clothes. "Well, maybe you shouldn't be so sassy next time, sweetheart." When he was dressed he stood by the bed and watched her writhe, enjoying the sight of their mixed sweat glistening over her body in the moonlight. He walked to the other side and grabbed something else from the bed, a roll of hot pink tape. He ripped a piece off.

She froze. "Don't you fucking dare--"

He forced the tape over her mouth, pressing it firmly against her muffled angry shouts. He ran his hands down the length of her torso with a lustful sigh, then bent down and kissed her cheek lightly. "I'll make us something to eat," he said, stroking her hair. "You sit here and think about what happens when you talk back, princess."

He left her and meandered into the kitchen, satisfied with the night. He smiled at the sound of her struggling against the restraints. Everything had gone so well--better than he had thought it would, really. She had responded brilliantly to his touch, to the sensation of him inside of her. Her body fit him perfectly, as if she was made just for him.

He rummaged around for a pan and gathered a few eggs and a pat of butter from her refrigerator. He hummed to himself as he made her eggs. Hopefully she liked them over-easy--he would have to ask her about that next time. He pulled a little capsule from his pocket and broke it, sprinkling the powder over the eggs, making sure his good girl would sleep well tonight.

He would take care of her now, like a good man should. He would cherish her, protect her, make her happy. He would support her all through her pregnancy so people wouldn't talk, and after nine months she would finally birth his child--she would finally make herself his to keep.

And keep her he would. He didn't believe in birth control, so she would give him many more children, as many as he wanted--as many as she could. She'd wear his ring on her pretty little finger, keep up his house for him, raise his kids, and take him into their bed however often he pleased, and in turn he would worship her, give her anything she wanted.

He hardened in his jeans, but she deserved to rest now. He could take care of himself again later. He didn't like the idea of wasting any of his precious seed, so he had prepared ahead of time and brought a cup and a wide syringe. Between the sleeping pill and being stretched and stimulated for so long, she probably wouldn't even stir at all if he plunged it into her while she slept.

He slipped the cooked eggs onto a plate and sighed contentedly at her cute muffled screams. Yes, everything had gone so well on their first night together, and they still had many more to go.

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Caden sat in the dark in the chair by Ava's bed and watched her sleep. He set an empty cup and plastic syringe on the nightstand beside him, unzipped his jeans, and shifted them down a bit to ease the discomfort and free himself.

It turned out Ava didn't like her eggs over-easy, but he had convinced her to eat them anyway. She had fired off a slew of profanities at him as soon as he turned off the vibrator in her tight latex panties and removed the pink tape from her mouth. When she refused to eat "any-fucking-thing" he cooked, he had sighed, set the plate down, and tore off a new piece of tape. She had snapped at his hands like a goddamn piranha, but eventually he had gotten it over her lips. Clearly she needed more time to be reasonable, so he had turned the vibrator back on and pushed it to the highest setting.

Now Caden stroked himself lightly in the chair and thought of how she had looked when she writhed and pressed her thighs together, so desperate to escape the intense sensation against her sensitive bud and tender walls inside. He had taken so much pleasure in letting her squirm, grinning as she flipped him off and cursed at him from behind the tape. He had just leaned against the wall and watched her, hardening uncomfortably in his jeans. He had wanted to experience her body again, to relieve her of the dildo and the vibration only to push himself deep inside. He would cradle her head again, rock her slowly, shower kisses over her face to soothe the pain she inevitably felt, and then force his pleasure into her.

Unfortunately, she had to learn a lesson. She still fought him, and while he understood their situation required a bit of an adjustment period, he didn't exactly have much time to waste on her brattiness.

So he had just watched, letting her suffer on her own. After a few minutes her muffled profanities softened and she squeezed her eyes shut. Caden sensed that the focus of her curses was shifting away from him. Interesting. Her legs trembled and her breaths turned into soft moans, and then--to both of their surprise--she had suddenly spread her knees and tensed her entire body as her second orgasm of the night broke over her. Her cheeks flushed and she let out a strained sigh into the tape as she raised her hips against the vibrator over and over, pulling so hard against her restraints that for a moment he worried she might actually break through the slatted headboard. When her body finally relaxed, he turned the vibrator off, relieving his good girl of such intensity. Her eyes opened shyly, and for a long time they had just stared at each other silently in the moonlight. What had she been thinking then?

He throbbed now in the chair as he rubbed himself harder, his fingers wet with Ava's fluids. He had brought a bottle of lube in the duffel bag by the bed, but it felt so much better to slick himself with her own warm, natural lube. It felt so much better to be able to curve his fingers in her and coax it out onto his hand, even as she slept. It felt so much better to smell her on him as he stroked.

Ava breathed deeply on the bed, her dark hair splayed in wet tangles behind her head. She was so peaceful, so calm. Earlier he had released her hands from the cuffs so she could sit up while she ate her eggs, but of course she immediately fought him, scratching and punching at any part of him she could reach. She wasn't strong, but Christ, she was a fighter. He let out a groan at the thought of taming her wild body.

He had to wrestle her arms and use a black silk rope to completely cover her hands and tie them together just to get her to stop clawing at him. She hadn't physically resisted him much after that, having nothing to use against him now. Her feet were still locked to the bed frame, and with her hands tied and unable to grasp anything, she didn't have much of a choice but to stay put. So she had finally resigned herself to his care as he gently removed the tape and fed her each bite of the eggs. She wrinkled her nose and refused to open her mouth at first, but a firm hand on her jaw had fixed that. Her face had been red and her eyes were downcast and angry, but she ate everything he gave her--every-fucking-thing, she might say.

Once the sedative in the eggs had kicked in, he untied her hands and helped her walk sluggishly to the bathroom to clean her up a bit. "What did you do to me?" she slurred, but he didn't answer her.

He had supported her as she obediently tried to run the wet washcloth over her stomach, her head lolling back and forth, but eventually he took it from her with a chuckle, leaned her back against his chest, and wiped the sweat from her smooth skin for her. He slid the cloth around her neck and shoulders, down her breasts and stomach; and further to her mound, where he paid a little extra attention to rubbing her clean. She squirmed a little in his arms when he touched her, but she needed to be cleaned and soothed, so he pushed his knee between her legs to spread her. She put up surprisingly little resistance after that as he massaged her swollen folds. He breathed deeply and tensed his jaw to keep his touch gentle, to keep from grinding against her in his jeans and burying his fingers inside her.

By the time they were done, he had had to carry her limp body back to the bedroom. She had mumbled something about where he could go fuck himself when he scooped her up, but her eyes closed in a relaxed flutter and her last attempt to punch him ended only in her clutching his shirt in a weak fist and him grinning in amusement. He locked her ankles back in place, adjusting the length a bit so she could move around on the bed, but he let her sleep with her hands untied and covered her with a soft blanket. His good girl had earned a good rest.

Now she moaned softly in her sleep and turned over, bringing Caden from his thoughts as she faced him. Her expression was so smooth and serene in the moonlight. Her lips parted slightly and Caden breathed out a quiet growl.

She was completely out. She was a stomach sleeper, and she seemed to prefer sleeping with one leg hiked up to the side, spreading herself as if inviting him in. He could take her right now, if he wanted to. He could reach under her and rub her delicate folds, just like he had done a few minutes ago, and arouse her body while her mind was locked in unconsciousness. He could raise her hips just enough to settle deep inside of her. He could bury his seed in her slowly, gently, so she didn't wake. Would she cum in her sleep? Would her body grind against him? Would she be as limp as a doll, completely at the mercy of his desires? Would she moan again?

He used two hands on himself in the chair now, one stroking the tip of his leaking member while the other held his sack below. He could almost feel it, the sensation of his sack pressing softly against her clit with each quiet thrust, of his groin rubbing against her swollen mound and her cheeks spreading out a little more for him with each movement, of her helplessly welcoming walls clenching around him, of--

Fuck!

He quickly grabbed the cup beside him and positioned it just in time for him to burst inside. He stared at her face with each throb, each milky stream that poured into the cup. Those closed eyes, those parted lips... He imagined her looking up at him from the floor, waiting patiently for him like a good girl should. He imagined what her soft lips would look like around him, what it would feel like to place his hand under her chin and lead those lips over his member, taking him past her teeth to her caressing tongue, maybe all the way to the back of her throat, if she thought she could handle it. He imagined her drinking him, swallowing every last drop.

He lowered his eyes and exhaled heavily as the last of his seed drained into the cup. He slumped back in the chair, panting a little. Ava slept soundly, entirely undisturbed by his actions.

After a few minutes he rose from the chair, removed his clothes altogether, and pulled the phone from his jeans pocket that he had snatched when he took her into the bathroom. She had been so high from fighting the effects of the pill that she hadn't even noticed. He held it up now to her face to unlock it, then opened her calendar and her messages. It didn't seem like she had anything important going on for the next couple of weeks, that was good. It was Friday night so they had at least the weekend together. He could figure out who her boss was and send a text to buy them some sick days, then figure it out from there.

He tucked the phone back into the pocket on the floor and grabbed the plastic syringe from the nightstand. He placed it in the cup and carefully drew the plunger, filling it with as much of his semen as he could collect. He walked to the other side of the bed so she was facing away from him, and then climbed up behind her, slipping underneath her blanket. He curled his body along hers so that he conformed to her lovely shape. She definitely had the curves of a fertile woman--full breasts, wide hips, that sensual bump on her lower belly that women were so desperate to be rid of... He imagined watching his planted seed grow, to see her swell as she carried part of him inside her and know that he had claimed her.

He held the syringe lightly between his fingers as he ran a hand gently down her back and over her smooth, spreading cheeks. He sucked in a deep breath and held back the desire to grab a rough handful of her and smack. That time would inevitably come soon enough. She had fought him so hard earlier, earning herself a punishment later. She probably wouldn't like being forced over his knee--not at first, anyway--but sometimes that was the only way to do it. He'd be gentle for as long as she was cooperative, which he had a feeling would be only a fleeting moment, if at all. He grinned at the thought and squeezed her flesh just a little--he couldn't help it.

She stirred a bit, but he continued trailing over her cheeks and down to her folds, which were already splayed open from her position.

He ran a light finger over her slit, nice and slow. Fuck, she was still so wet. He could slip inside of her so easily, whether that meant his fingers, his member, his tongue... He fiddled with the syringe in his hands. He knew he should plunge it into her now, before she fully woke up. It was the absolute best time to do whatever he needed to do. He only had to push it in and release it, simple as that.

His finger lingered over her slit, then slowly moved underneath her, gliding towards her little bud. She jerked when he touched it, but nothing else. He slid further to the place where her lips met at the top, then trailed down over her clit and all the way down to the bottom of her opening, then all the way up again. He slicked her again and again and felt her loosen with every stroke, beckoning him inside.

Finally he slid his middle finger into her with his palm cupped along the crevice of her cheeks. Her hips bucked and his lips curled into a devious smile. He angled himself so that his first finger could rub her clit while his middle finger pushed in and out. His thumb still curled around the syringe, but that could wait.

He fingered her faster as her hips jerked in response. His heartbeat quickened and he slowly started to harden again. He could really take her now. Her hips were moving steadily, and her breathing was becoming shallow. If he was going to give his good girl a good dream, it should be now. He sat up and carefully moved between her legs. He withdrew his finger, tossed the syringe to the side, and gripped her thighs, lifting her up as gently as he could. His member slid up against her warm, wet opening, and he couldn't help but let out a groan as her body continued to grind.

She stirred, but he didn't stop. He settled her hips on top of him and pushed into her. She continued to roll them, but now she moved her arm a little, turned her head a little, and her brow furrowed slightly as she fully awakened.

Ava lifted her eyelids so that her eyes were barely open to slits, and even that was a struggle. It didn't matter, it was too dark to see anything anyway. Her body felt so heavy and weak. Her mind was numb and heavy, too, and she couldn't bring any particular thought into focus. What was it that she had been dreaming about? It was such a good dream... She could still sense the feeling, warm and smooth inside her, stretching her. She was aware on some level of her euphoric daze that it might not be just the dream leaking into her waking state, but she didn't fight it, whatever it was that was sliding so wonderfully in and out of her, touching every wall, pushing against every ridge. Such a good dream.

An arm wrapped itself around her waist and a hand slid down her stomach to her mound. Fingers found her clit and she let out a soft moan that she couldn't control. She was more awake now, but the numbness still ruled her mind and her body still felt like lead. A familiar heat drew low into her core and she felt her hips moving against the body behind her, eager to build that heat. With some effort she pushed back into into him, arching her back, craving more.

Another hand trailed up the small of her back, up her spine, pressing her down and sending small shivers of pleasure through her muscles. He held her down to the bed and leaned over her, forcing her hips up higher as he pushed even deeper inside. He was pressed into her on all sides, pumping wetness in her opening from behind, grunting as he hovered over her with his hand pinning her down, circling her clit underneath. Such a good dream.

He bent his head close to hers, his breathing erratic and hot against her neck. That quiet growl in his breath, the way his hair brushed her cheek, the smell of his clean sweat... Her sleepy haze lifted a little more. The controlled force of his thrusts, the deftness of his circling fingers, the strange tenderness of his thumb as he rubbed it along her spine where he held her down...

"Ava," Caden murmured low in her ear, "I want you to give in one more time tonight." It wasn't a wish, but an order. He rubbed her faster and pumped harder, and the heat continued to pool in her.

The haze lifted again, enough for her to remember where she was and what had happened. She should have been angry and upset, but the euphoric effect of the pill lingered, keeping her mind and body loose. She groaned softly.

"It's okay," he said. "Just let it come over you." His thrusts slowed and he rocked their bodies in a deep, sensual rhythm. He removed his hand from her back and wrapped it under her chest so that his skin was pressed against hers from her shoulders all the way down to the back of her knees, one hand on her clit and the other on her full breasts. He kissed the back of her neck. "Give in," he said, his lips lingering against her.

Her skin prickled and she lost herself in the trance of their rhythm, back and forth, slow and deep. She didn't care about anything else but enjoying the sensation of him inside her, of him forcing every inch against her throbbing walls, of the fingers glazed in their fluids that he worked on her in wide circles, of his muscles pushing against her back as he took full control, and of his strained, deep growls that rumbled darkly in her ear, arousing some primal part of herself. Why not give in? Her daze made everything euphoric and sensual, and honestly, it just felt fucking good. Such a good dream...

She nodded and Caden let out a deep, satisfied sigh above her.

He kept himself pushed inside her, stretching her around him, and then sat up, lifting her with him so that she leaned back against his chest. He positioned each of her knees over his thighs and pumped in smaller, faster thrusts, lifting her and ramming her back down onto him while she writhed in his arms. One hand grazed her stomach and nipple as it traveled up to her neck, where he grabbed her tightly to keep her head still. She clutched his arm with both of her hands, not to pull him away, but to hold on--to heighten her own pleasure. "Perfect," he purred in her ear. "Now give yourself to me, good girl." His other hand returned to her clit and he spread her knees wider with his thighs to lift himself up into her. "Let me make your legs shake."

She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes, and then, whether by the euphoric daze or her own submission, the heat in her core burst throughout her body. She arched against him and cried out in ecstasy as her walls clenched around him, as he pumped deep within her. He held her against him, circling her clit relentlessly as her body shuddered. Surprisingly, she reached an arm over his chest and around the back of his neck, anchoring her body as she lifted herself up and down on top of him while he rammed himself beneath her. She let out a softer moan as she did this, lengthening her orgasm, making the most out of every stimulated nerve. He pulled her back to his shoulder and turned her chin face to him.

He stared at her as she convulsed in pleasure and leaked helplessly over his member, and she looked back up at him, her lips parted as she panted, just like he had imagined her kneeling on the floor. His jaw tightened as he let out a groan, and then he emptied upward into her with a forceful thrust, eliciting a sharp, gasp from her lips. He throbbed inside her, filling every corner, pushing his streams deep against her cervix, eager to flood her with his seed. She tightened around his member even more, pushing out one last peak of her pleasure. He slid his hands to her nipples and rolled them between his fingers as his last thrusts drained into her.

He stayed in her when he was done, letting her walls drink the rest of him in with her lingering pulses. She still rested her head against his shoulder, her legs indeed trembling in exhaustion. With her hand still holding on to his neck, he bent his head down to kiss her deeply. Her face was flushed with afterglow and her eyes drooped with sleepiness.

He grinned and kissed her forehead. She would remember all of this in the morning when the rest of the sleeping pill wore off, of course, and he didn't suspect she'd admit her pleasure so easily then, but for now he swelled with admiration and triumph. Three orgasms on their very first night... He wondered what else she could do. Her body was growing heavy and limp against him, but there was one more thing to do. Still holding her up, he reached back and grabbed the syringe. "Just for good measure, sweetheart," he said. He pulled himself out of her with a satisfying wet sound and then inserted the syringe into her slowly. She jolted a little at the cold but rolled her hips to meet him as he plunged more of his seed inside. He could already feel it trying to leak out; her body was so full with his fluid now. He jumped a bit as she raised her delicate hand and touched his chin lightly with the back of her fingers. "Good girl," he murmured into her hair, kissing her temple.

He withdrew the syringe and carefully laid her down on the bed, positioning her on her stomach like she preferred. She shifted a little to snuggle her arms around one of the pillows, and then quickly fell back into her deep, peaceful sleep.

He collapsed back into the chair and exhaled deeply. She had given herself to him. She may have thought it was just a dream, but even in her dream she had willingly given herself. He had ordered, and she had obeyed. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard to break her as he thought... He'd have to reward her with something in the morning, something really good. His chest swelled with triumph and pride, and his body relaxed. He slumped further into the chair and folded his arms over his chest. He'd give her the bed tonight, just in case she became a fighter again in the morning. His eyes drooped, but before he slipped into slumber, he gazed up at her smooth, serene expression, her closed eyes, her parted lips. He smiled to himself. Good girl.

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Ava woke up groggy and alone in her bed, lying naked on her stomach with one leg hiked to the side. She didn't usually sleep naked, but sometimes when she went out drinking she'd flirt a little too much with a handsome stranger, and when she got home she'd stumble out of her clothes and onto the bed, pull out trusty ol' Dildo Baggins from the nightstand, and wake up hungover but satisfied the next day.

She raised herself to her elbows with a groaning sigh. Her head sure felt like she had been drinking, and judging by the slight ache down under, she suspected that she had indeed had another fun night to herself. She didn't remember going out, but—

Her body tensed as an unexpected gush of fluid spilled from deep within her walls onto the bed, warm and thick as it oozed out. The memory of the night suddenly crashed over her—Caden breaking into her house, cuffing her to the bed and forcing his seed inside of her, watching her climax in the vibrating panties, force feeding her those disgusting undercooked eggs, and then...

And then it was a little hazy. She was pretty sure he had washed her and carried her to bed, but then there was the strange dream she had had of him taking her from behind and her liking it—actually liking it! What a nightmare.

The house was so still and silent now. She sat up and pulled the blanket away. Her arms and legs were free, and everything in the room seemed to be in perfect order. She wondered for a moment if all of it had been a dream, but the memories were too vivid, even in her groggy state, and the evidence was leaking between her folds.

She cautiously slid off the bed, pushing her knees together as his essence trickled down her thighs. She grabbed some clothes from her dresser and some sneakers. Her panties and underwear were missing—not good. She tiptoed into the bathroom, her eyes and ears alert for any sign of Caden. She closed the door quietly and locked it. Her hands shook and she took a deep breath. She had to think of what to do, but not knowing where Caden was or what he was doing made her afraid to do anything at all.

After a moment's hesitation she decided that first things first: she had to clean herself. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper and frantically wiped her dripping opening, and when she had gotten all she could, she sat on the toilet and pushed. That could help, right? If she squeezed hard enough, her body could empty the rest out of her, right?

She thought of what he had told her, what his intentions were. I know you'll make a great mother... He wanted to "claim" her as his, as if impregnating her meant she had to chain herself to him for the rest of her life.

His gaze had been such a terrifying mix of dominance and admiration, as if her body was something to be both conquered and glorified, stolen and worshiped, devoured and savored. She had a feeling he'd go pretty far to get what he wanted, but there was no goddamn way in hell she'd let it happen. He couldn't just lock her up in her house forever; someone would come looking for her eventually. And when they found her, she would feel no sympathy for him—in fact, she would relish the sight of him being the one in handcuffs.

Another gush of fluid slipped out of her, bringing her sharply from her thoughts. Her walls and clit were sensitive, and in a purely physical sense, the feeling of it passing through her was almost arousing... almost. Her body might tell her that being filled with his seed was a good thing, but everything else in her was disgusted and angry. She counted the days since her last period. Shit, almost two weeks ago. Was she ovulating? How were women even supposed to know that?

She finished up and took stock of her naked body in the mirror. No bruises, no marks, no real aches—not even on her wrists where she had pulled so hard against those damn cuffs. No evidence that she had struggled at all. She touched her bottom lip where he had bitten her, but even that was only slightly tender. He had been so gentle, even in his roughest moments. The pressure of his hand around her neck, his teeth just barely grazing her nipple, his fingers curling so delicately inside of her...

Oh! She suddenly parted her legs and bent forward over the sink as another warm gush of him rolled out of her, touching every wall on its slow way through her lips and down her thigh. Christ, all of this had been inside her all night, dutifully working its way into the deepest part of her, planting her fertile ground... She pushed the thought away—she would have to worry about that later.

She remembered leaving her phone on the counter, but now it was gone; Caden had undoubtedly taken it. Fuck. She needed to get to her car and drive into town, but what if he was outside waiting for her? What would he do if he caught her? What if he had messed with her car so that she couldn't leave? What if he—

No. She let out a sharp exhale and steeled herself. She couldn't let herself spiral in fear. There were tons of horrible what-ifs to prevent her from doing anything, but the worst by far was what if she missed her chance to escape because she just stood there and did nothing?

She quickly changed into her clothes and crept silently down the hall towards the front of the house. He wasn't in the kitchen as far as she could tell, and she didn't see him when she peeked around the wall in the living room, either. Her keys, purse, and laptop were all gone. Her stomach churned.

Images of the night flashed through her mind—his strong arms around her waist as he lifted her, how he effortlessly forced her into the cuffs, how he held her still so easily as he kissed her, the way he carried her from the bathroom to the bed like she weighed nothing... If he caught her, she'd physically stand no chance against him.

She peered through the peephole at the front door and the two living room windows, but he was nowhere to be found. Adrenaline coursed through her body. She had no phone, no car, and no internet, but she was a decent runner. If he was out there waiting for her, she'd have to make it past him and run the half mile up her private driveway to the road, then pray someone would drive by and pick her up. Not many people drove down that road, but fuck, she'd run along it for the whole ten miles it took to get to the main highway if she had to.

She opened the door and carefully stepped out. Black clouds were rolling in on the wind, the leaves on the trees were turned over, and the birds were silent.

Wonderful. Of course it would storm—Caden had probably taken that into account when planning this, the fucking psycho. She quietly walked down her porch toward the side of the house where the gravel driveway wrapped around and led up to the road. The only vehicle in the carport was her little white sedan. Was he done with her?

She rounded the corner and froze. Caden was standing there just a few yards away, shifting something in the bed of his old truck. He glanced up at her with surprise before she had a chance to dart back out of sight. He flashed his warm, dimpled smile. "Well hey there, gorgeous." He turned away from the truck and leaned his shoulder against it. "I didn't think you'd be awake yet." He gazed up at the sky as a roll of thunder rumbled overhead. "Looks like it's going to start soon, what do you think?"

She stared at him. He seemed so normal. His casual posture in wrinkled day-old clothes, messy dark hair, the cheerful tone in his voice, his kind eyes and that charming fucking smile... She could have actually been attracted to him, if he hadn't absolutely ruined it.

Her heart pounded. To get to the driveway she'd either have to run past him and hope he was slower than her, or run around the house the long way and hope he was dumb enough to follow her rather than take the short side and cut her off. Both options seemed bleak.

"Guess you're not really in the mood for that kind of small talk right now." He gave her an apologetic look and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, how are you feeling?" he asked. "I didn't hurt you last night, did I?"

She frowned. "No," she said, thrown off by his tone of genuine concern. Why are you talking to him? Just run!

He saw the thought in her eyes and his expression darkened. "Don't do it, Ava," he said, tilting his head in warning. "There are consequences for everything." He took a slow, purposeful step towards her, and then she bolted.

She sprinted in the opposite direction, choosing to run around the long side of the house. She didn't look back, didn't see if he had followed her or if he had cut along the short side—all she did was run. Through the front yard, past the patio, across a wide patch of grass around the corner, and then she finally reached the long gravel driveway. The thrill of escape and hope rippled through her body, fueling her. She had made it! She could keep this up for miles, she knew she could! She had to! And when she reached the road she'd—

Suddenly all of the air in her lungs rushed out as Caden tackled her sideways into the grass. He grabbed her head and caged her in his arms so he didn't crush her as they collapsed to the ground. He grunted, taking most of the force from the fall, but a sharp pain shot up her leg where she landed as well.

"Oh, sweetheart," he panted, grinning wickedly as he looked down at her, "you really shouldn't have done that." He pinned her on her side in the grass, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other under her shoulder, his hand shielding her face from the ground. He rubbed his thumb across her cheek, less gently than he had last night.

"F-fuck you... you prick," Ava wheezed as she struggled to catch her breath. Her body trembled and tears of frustration slipped from her eyes, trailing down across her nose and cheek. So that was it, then. She had fucked up her chance at escape. Would she ever get another one? Was she doomed to be a missing person forever? Would anyone even notice? Her heart sank. She pushed against his arms, but exhaustion was quickly draining her.

Caden wound his fingers roughly in her dark hair and smirked. "Look at you, still fighting." His eyes twinkled at her sideways glare. The sky darkened and the first light raindrops fell down on them.

"And I'll keep fighting," Ava spat. She summoned all of her strength and thrashed against him with every limb, every muscle, every cell in her body. She managed to kick her knee into his thigh hard enough to make him grunt and loosen his grip. Her heart raced as she twisted onto her stomach and quickly pried her way from his arms, kicking at him as he grabbed for her. She could hear his movements so close behind her as she clambered through the wet grass on her hands and knees.

She cried out as his hand brushed the bottom of her sweatpants, and just as she found her footing to stand up and run, he caught her ankle and yanked her back. No! Another clap of thunder cracked sharply overhead and she shrieked with it as she collapsed to the ground. She flailed wildly as Caden reeled her body back to him little by little.

He tsked in disappointment. "Well I was hoping you'd fight a little harder," he said with a grin, "but I guess I really wore you out last night." Despite her curses and her desperate kicks at him, he managed to pull her in close. He wrapped an arm around her squirming waist, and then it was over.

He lifted her from the ground just enough to make her lose any balance she had, and in a split second he pulled her up to her knees and back against his chest, and tugged her dampening shirt up over her breasts. He caught both of her wrists and held them easily in one hand, raising them high above her head, stretching her body along his.

"Stop!" she cried as his other hand moved down and drummed her skin just above the waistband of her sweatpants. Her stomach shuddered and she prickled at the warmth of his chuckle on the back of her neck.

"So ticklish there, aren't you?" he breathed into her ear.

His fingers pressed harder into her skin as they moved up over her wet stomach, past her ribs, and lingered on her chest. He touched her with just enough pressure to send an unexpected jolt rolling down her spine. Her face reddened and she tried to curl inward as he rubbed the dripping raindrops over the peak of her breast. He exhaled in a deep, growling sigh.

"Caden, please—"

"I can do anything I want with you, you know," he reminded her, cutting her off. His voice was a hot, rough whisper against her ear. He suddenly lifted her shirt all the way over her head and up to her wrists, where he twisted it tightly to keep her hands together. "I'm bigger than you." He held her head back against him as he kissed her jaw just below her ear. "I'm faster and stronger." He ran his hand down the side of her arm, down her waist, and settled just above her waistband again. "I can take whatever I want."

His fingers dipped below the band and she tried her best to squeeze her thighs together in her stretched position. "But I don't want to have to take everything from you," he added. "I want you to give yourself."

She craned her neck to glare sideways at him. "I'm not giving you shit," she said flatly. "Fuck you, you goddamn asshole."

He smirked and slid his hand further down to the top of her warm lips and spread them with his index and ring fingers. He traced his middle finger slowly down her clit, over her wet opening, and all the way up again, eliciting a sharp gasp from her filthy mouth as the juices trailed up with his finger. "It's so thick," he remarked, smearing circles over her slit, increasing the pressure little by little. "I guess your body is still trying to push out everything I gave you." He curled the very tip of his finger in and her hips jerked in response. "I can't let that happen."

He withdrew his hand and grabbed her waist. He positioned one of his knees to the side, and then pulled her wrists over it, forcing her to bend, forcing her to kneel over his thigh. "I also can't let you get away with what you've done today."

She tried to push away, but the ground was too slippery and he had her at just the right angle to keep her in place. "What are you doing?" she demanded.

He hushed her and slid his hand down the back of her sweatpants. He forced his hand between her squeezed legs and pushed two fingers straight inside her. She gasped and jolted as he slid in and out of her roughly. God, she was so wet, so tender. He hardened painfully in his jeans, knowing that the sticky glaze he felt between her thighs was his own seed, just a tiny fraction of what he had planted in her the night before. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this," he said. He removed his fingers, shoved her sweatpants down, and smeared their mixed juices over her smooth exposed cheek as light raindrops rolled down the back of her legs. "But I told you there would be consequences."

Ava's body tensed. "Caden, wait—" She cut off with a small yelp as his hand came down in a smack on the smeared fluids. Any fear she had suddenly dissipated and anger gripped her. "Are you fucking serious? You're really going to sit here and spank me?" She struggled against him, but he tucked her torso under his arm so that if she twisted her wrists free she still had nothing to flail against but his back and thigh, and before she could kick her legs out he pushed his fingers back into her, ignoring her protest as he pumped in and out of her unceremoniously.

"The more you fight me, the harder it will be. Do you understand?" He worked in and out of her faster, rougher, then brought his fingers out and slicked her again.

She started to curse at him, but he brought his hand down hard and she fell silent.

"Tell me you understand." His voice sounded forceful, maybe even harsh, but a smile curled his lips. She was so easy to hold down, even as she thrashed in his grip. He could take her any way he pleased right now, if he wanted to. He could hold her down as he had done last night, pumping into her raised hips from behind.

"Just hold on, I—" His fingers rammed relentlessly into her again, and she let out a strained breath.

He could flip her onto her back and hold her calves as he leaned into her, forcing her legs to stretch over herself, forcing her to stretch for him.

"Caden, stop!" She freed her wrists from her twisted shirt and clawed at his jeans, but he held her firmly in place. She suddenly blushed; the familiar tingling crept into her core as the sound of his fingering grew louder, juicier. What's wrong with me?

He slid out of her and trailed her juices up to her sore cheek again. "Two words, Ava."

He could pin her in his arms if he wanted to, one around her waist and the other grabbing her spread cheeks, and watch her wriggle on top of his chest as he held her close and thrusted his member up into her.

She mumbled another curse and his hand came down again, hard enough to leave a flash of a white imprint on her reddening skin. "Okay, I understand," she said bitterly, gritting her teeth in pain. "Fucking Christ..."

He paused, then shook his head and pushed his fingers back into her.

"I said I understand!"

"That's a great start, princess," he said. "Now I just need you to mean it." He reached as far into her as he could, stretching her opening with the base of his fingers as he stroked her deepest, softest walls. She squirmed, but that only anchored him inside of her.

He let out a groan as her warm walls squeezed around him. Yes, he could take her any way he wanted to, but this wasn't about pleasure. "Come on, Ava, I don't want to hurt you any more than necessary." He brought his fingers out again, shiny with her plentiful juices, and glided along her skin from her lips all the way to the growing red mark, circling it tenderly. "Not that your body seems to mind," he added lightly.

Her face burned and her pride warred with the need to relieve the pain. She didn't want to give in to him, but fuck, it hurt. If she could just—

"Alright then," he sighed, raising his hand.

"Wait, I understand!" she blurted before she could think about it anymore. "I understand!"

He brought his hand down and stopped just before it landed. She flinched as he placed his hand on her gently and rubbed her tender skin, and after a few seconds she relaxed under his touch. He tilted his head to the sky, his eyes closed against the rain, and grinned. "There's my good girl," he breathed. He lifted her up to her knees to face him. Rain matted her hair against her cheeks and her expression was bitter and wary, but she didn't fight him.

"Come here," he said softly. He pulled her tense body into his arms, embracing her tightly, and kissed the top of her head. She stiffened at first, but then, to his surprise, she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her face into his chest. He swelled with admiration. "I'm sorry I had to do that, princess," he murmured into her hair, smoothing it. So this was all it took for her to submit, just a little pain. It wasn't his ideal way to handle her, but at least she was his now, and he could—

"Jesus Christ!" he yelled out as a piercing pain ripped through him. He grabbed her hair and tore her teeth from his shoulder. Her open mouth curled into a defiant grin and her cruel eyes shined at his agony. She didn't have to say anything for him to hear her "fuck you." His jaw tightened. Holy hell, she was difficult...

He rose to his feet and pulled her with him, spinning her body around so that his little piranha faced away from him. She tried to dart away—when would she learn?—but he caught her easily and pinned her in his arms. "What to do with you, princess..." he growled. He led her forward, and when she dug her heels into the ground in resistance, he lifted her up and carried her back to the truck.

"I'm not your goddamn princess," Ava snapped, kicking out at the air. "I'm not your sweetheart, I'm not your good girl, I'm your neighbor, Caden!"

"Well you're definitely not my good girl," he agreed. When they reached the truck, he pressed her against the side of the bed and rifled through his duffel bag in the back. It was a little difficult to wrangle her into the cuffs once she saw him pull them out, but eventually he managed to lock her wrists behind her back and force her down in the bed.

He peeled off his jeans and boxers and pulled the rest of her clothes off as well. He climbed into the bed of the truck and settled between her forcibly spread knees, and then paused.

She was silent, shifting her arms uncomfortably beneath her, looking away from him. She hadn't struggled too much when he removed her clothes. Raindrops ran down her body in all directions, but she didn't shiver. Her body was there, but her mind had suddenly left. He frowned. This was all wrong; this wasn't what he wanted. Any guy could finger fuck her, spank her, force his dick in her pussy and cum. Hmm.

He knelt before her and grabbed one of her legs, lifting her ankle to his shoulder. With one hand on her calf and the other on her thigh, he rolled his thumbs over her skin, pressing into her with his palms.

Her eyes flicked to him as he kneaded her muscles, then away again.

His hands traveled slowly down her leg, and when he was done, he gently set her down and did the same with the other leg.

She furrowed her brow and glanced at him again. "Just fucking get it over with, Caden," she said, but he ignored her.

When both of her legs were relaxed, his hands moved up her inner thighs, pushing them apart, and up to her hips. She stiffened as his thumbs rolled over the outer lips of her slit, but he didn't linger there. Instead, he gripped her hips and pressed into her sweet spot by her hip bone. She didn't move, didn't look at him, but he caught the subtle hitch in her breath.

"Just relax, Ava," he said. "I won't hurt you again."

Ava glanced at his mess of dark hair as he lowered his head to her. His lips brushed so softly over her stomach in a light kiss. His fingertips suddenly dug into her waist, and just as quickly he relaxed his grip. He forced an exhale and touched his forehead to her stomach, breathing in low growls. What was he trying to do here?

Caden throbbed between her legs, aching for the sensation of her walls around him, leaking his own string of wetness that the rain carried down just inches away from her. He needed to feel her—he needed to fill her, plant her, stake her... Keep it together. He sighed and lifted his head, then stretched his body over her, keeping himself raised on his forearms. He trailed gentle kisses up her stomach and between her breasts.

"Caden—"

He hushed her and continued up her neck. Her pulse quickened under his lips as his member slid between her folds. The rain dribbled off of him, but her warm nectar clung to him as he rubbed up and down, coating himself with her. She jerked as he pushed against her clit, so sensitive, so unwillingly ready.

He shifted his weight to one shoulder and ran his hand over her breast. He rolled her raised pebble in his fingers, and when she let out a quiet gasp, he couldn't help but bite lightly into her neck and press himself hard against her slit. He took a deep, rumbling breath and moved his hand up to cup her cheek, turning her head to face him.

"I'm sorry," he said, and her blue eyes focused on him. Any guy could dominate her body, but he needed to do more than that. "You don't have to give yourself this time," he continued. "You can take from me." He reached over her head and grabbed the key to the handcuffs. She instantly became alert and he couldn't help but grin. "I'm not letting you go," he clarified, raising his eyebrows, "I just want to give you what you deserve."

He unlocked her wrists and tossed the cuffs to the side. At first she just lay there, gripping the back of his arms as he settled over her on his elbows again, and then she fought.

She punched against his ribs, then squirmed enough to wriggle her arms all the way free. He grunted but didn't move as she hit his chest, scratched at him, pushed against his shoulders. Then, when she was about to go for his face, he reached his hand down and touched her.

A corner of his mouth drew up again as her hand landed on his neck in a suddenly soft grip. He stroked her little bud in wide circles and pressed the tip of his member against her opening. Her back arched and he pushed into her, pinning her ever so slowly to the bed of the truck.

She let out a soft moan and then, blushing, glared at him. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off with a kiss.

"You don't get to speak," he breathed into her. "Whatever you're feeling, just take it out on me." She murmured something muffled behind his lips, and then bit down on him fiercely.

He sucked in a breath and met her angry gaze, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned into her, bringing his hand up behind her head to hold her steady against him. He pushed deeper into her core, sensing her tenderness in her little gasps as he stretched her around him. When he was as deep as he could manage, he rocked his hips against hers, using the motion to brush her glazed bud and dip into her in little strokes.

She released his lip and let his tongue flick against hers. She hated him. Her head turned to the side and he trailed his tongue over her jawline and down her neck, licking the rain away, tasting her sweat.

Everything about him disgusted her. She arched her back again, pushing her breasts out to him and clenching her walls around him so tightly. With one hand still in her hair, the other followed his mouth down to her breasts, so supple in the rain.

She wouldn't forgive him for what he had done to her—what he was doing now. His teeth grazed her nipple and his fingers cupped and kneaded her. He pulled himself almost all the way out of her.

She would never love him. She looked down at his broad shoulders looming over her stomach, at the rain running off his dark hair and across her chest as he sucked her so deliciously. She saw her own fingers winding through his hair and digging into the top of his shoulder, saw her chest heave as he struck just the right nerves, saw him look up at her with something so insistent behind his eyes.

Fuck, he loved the way she was looking at him, her eyes conflicted and her lips parted in pleasure she couldn't help. I should be gentle. He lowered his head to take a cooling deep breath, but then the smell of her—of them—wafted from the mess of juices between their legs. Something primal surged through him and he stretched over her, closing her between his arms. He brought his lips to hers with force and thrusted into her, hard and sharp, filling her on every side.

She tightened her grip on his hair and sank her nails deeper into his shoulder. She tightened around him, trying to push him out of her, but he sheathed himself in her again and again. Her legs kicked against him and he grabbed one of her knees, digging his fingertips into her thigh and pushing it up against her, forcing her to stretch even more for him.

Rain and fluids dripped between them, sliding down her spread cheeks and coating his sack. Every part of their bodies came together in wetness: his sack against her cheeks, his shaft slicking her juicy opening, her breasts pressing harder against his chest with each pump, his lips and tongue devouring her.

Ava's breaths came in shorter, harder bursts. Caden could feel her walls pulsing around him, ready for her final wave of pleasure. "No," he said, catching her chin. He slowed, holding her down with his weight as she tried to raise her hips faster, but he didn't let her. He clamped a hand over her mouth before she could speak.

"What I did to you earlier—you were in control of that." He pushed into her painfully slowly and she writhed beneath him. "You could have stopped it anytime you wanted if you had just said 'I understand.'" He pulled out all the way, throbbing and leaking against her opening.

She glared at him and scratched her nails harder into his shoulders, trying to pull him down into her, trying to take control.

His breath rumbled deeply with restraint as she squirmed so desperately for release. "You'll always be in control of your pain, Ava," he said with a satisfied smirk, sliding the tip of his head along her hungry slit, "but I'll always be in control of your pleasure." He lingered a moment and then drove deep inside her, savoring the feeling of every warm, slick ridge, the sound of her muffled curse in his hand, the way her eyes fluttered despite her anger. He rocked her to his own slow, controlled rhythm, watching her face contort with frustration. "Do you understand?" he said, releasing her mouth.

Her eyes flew open. Fuck him. She didn't need release, she didn't need him. She turned her head away and pushed her arms against his chest. She wouldn't cum for him like a good little slut, or whatever he expected of her; she was above that.

He pumped faster and her legs trembled. "It's just the two of us out here, Ava," he said. "No one has to know, and you can go right back to hating me." He wrapped a hand around her neck and traced his lips softly over her skin from her jaw to her ear. "Do you understand?"

Whatever profanity she was about to let loose left her altogether as he held her tight and buried his length in her. The heat in her core grew into an intoxicating flame inside of her, and her mind released rapid thoughts of his force and tenderness, dominating and protecting her, pleasuring her, owning her, planting her and giving her body purpose... She must have said those two words, because from far away she heard his whispered "That's perfect, love. Now take what you need," and so she did.

He didn't resist when she pulled him down to her, her body shaking in overwhelming bursts of pleasure. She convulsed around him, pushing and pulling him in waves, leaking over him. He shifted unexpectedly when she wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself up against him to fill the gaps between their bodies. He wanted to last as long as he could for her, but when she tangled her hand in his hair, pressed her lips against his collarbone, rubbed her flushed cheek against his neck, moaned in her own soft, purring kind of growl—

He shoved an arm under her shoulders, trapped her chest against him, and rammed himself into her as deep and fast as he could. She arched her back in a final pulse of her climax, and he spilled into her, forcing violent, milky streams against her walls. He felt his own hot seed spread around his throbbing head as he filled her, planted her. She suddenly squirmed beneath him in a moment of clarity, remembering his intentions, but it was too late. He didn't pull out until he had fully emptied himself, until the sensation of her grew too intense for him to stay inside, until he was sure he had given her every last drop.

He looked down at her in his arms, at her trembling, exhausted body. She would be his future wife, the future mother of his children—his future in general. Supporting her head, he smoothed her hair, lifted her weary face to his, and showered her rainy brow, nose, and cheeks with kisses.

She tried to turn away from him, but she was so damn tired... "Just get the fuck out of here," she said, but the fire had left her voice. She was too sleepy to fight him like she had before, so she let him kiss her until he was done. "You got what you came for, you're clearly all packed up"—she nodded sluggishly to the various bags in the back of the truck—"so just leave."

Caden paused and sat up beside her. "Ava?"

She took a deep breath. When was the last time she had any water? "I won't tell anyone, just..." Her eyes fluttered. So thirsty... so tired... "Just go home." She felt an overwhelming sinking feeling, so she sat up, pulled herself to her knees, and a wave of spinning nausea took hold of her. "Just—"

Caden grabbed her before she fell limp. He cradled her naked body in his arms and sighed. He was indeed packed and ready to leave her house, save for one last thing.

He carried her from the bed of the truck to the back seat where he had a blanket ready for her. He wrapped her snug, laid her down gently, and quickly put his uncomfortably wet clothes back on. He tossed hers into the back of the truck and started the engine. When Ava came to a moment later, she tried to sit up and ask where they were. Caden gave her his charming, dimpled smile in the rear view mirror and replied "Home, love."

Her face paled and she collapsed back down on the seat. Shit.

----

 

non-con: sniper's hostage

 

Suzanne was running for her life through muddy fields and dense forest, attempting to evade the sniper who was on her tail. She'd been grounded by one of their anti aircraft missiles, and her parachute was kind enough to tangle itself into a chestnut tree, of all things. The spiky shells of the nuts had pierced the fabric of the chute and stuck as if they were deliberately trying to hinder her escape, and so she had to hurry to cut herself down. From her vantage point in the tree she couldn't miss the convoy of vehicles that was attempting to negotiate the rough terrain to intercept her.

As she made her way through the trees the convoy had been her most pressing concern, right up until the point that Suzanne felt herself being pelted with the bark of another chestnut tree. The bullet had lodged itself into the unfortunate tree at about the height of her knee, and had missed hitting her by only a few centimetres. From the direction that the tree had been hit, Suzanne realised that it could not have been a member of the convoy who had fired upon her. She was being flanked by a sniper.

He was fast, and he was a good shot. From the shot that had come near to her, it looked as if he was aiming to wound her rather than kill. Some consolation at least, although she certainly didn't want to find out what he would do to her if he caught her. She rounded a corner to find a thicker patch of trees in the distance that would provide better cover, if she could get to them. She ran for it, using the small rocks for cover as best as she could. She reached the trees safely and continued running for several minutes before sinking to her knees to rest.

After catching her breath, Suzanne thought it best to move on. She quietly got to her feet, scanning the trees ahead for the best route out of the forest. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes met those of her pursuer; he was crouched in the trees no more than twenty feet away from her. She panicked and ran, attempting to get a head start before he could get up. Too slow, too slow, too slow! her brain chanted as she stumbled on the uneven ground. Her sniper, used to this land, had no such trouble. He seemed to have decided that he was too close to use his gun in such dense forest. Or he was just enjoying the chase. Either way, at least she wasn't getting shot at.

Suzanne didn't spare a moment to look back, but she knew he was close; she could hear his breathing as he ran along behind her. He laughed as he saw her stumble, but he didn't catch her. He was playing with her, enjoying the chase. Bastard. He said something to her as he matched her pace. Her Serbian wasn't too good, but she was pretty sure that what she heard went against the Geneva Convention. Her face burned in rage as she heard him mention something about enjoying the view and almost not wanting to catch her.

She reached the top of a small hill within the woods and cried out in shock as she realised that the ground dropped out from under her feet for several metres, and she didn't have any hope of stopping in time. She fell through the air and landed back on the forest floor with a thud. Winded, she tried to roll over and get back to her feet, but she was dragged backwards and flipped onto her back again. Caught. Shit.

Sasha was glowing with the thrill of the chase, but he kept his expression brutal. The woman was still trying to get away, and aimed a kick at his shin while attempting to punch him in the face. She was impressive; she connected both of her strikes before he was able to evade. Not a problem; she was fast but she couldn't hit as hard as his bones were used to. He grabbed her wrists and held her still, growled in her ear for her to lie still. She either didn't understand him or she was ignoring him. It didn't matter either way, he still needed her to stop. He slapped her hard, and then backhanded her as well, but she only redoubled her efforts to escape. She was screaming what he could only assume were insults as she continued to kick.

"Get off me you murdering bastard!" the woman screamed as she tried to free herself from his grip. Her face had turned an angry red from the force of the blow that he had inflicted on her, but she seemed determined not to let him see that he had hurt her. Angered by her refusal to cooperate, Sasha screamed "Shut up!" at her in Serbian. She stopped screaming, but wrestled her arms free and rolled on top of him so that she could put her weight behind her fist as she smacked it into his jaw.

Sasha had had enough by now. He could have shot the woman easily, but his commanding officer wanted her for questioning. He'd been given specific instructions to deliver her alive and as unharmed as possible. He dragged himself back on top of her, and decided to threaten her in a different way. He yanked her legs apart, and moved on top of her so that his groin was digging into hers, then dragged her hands above her head and held her down. She groaned as he held her face level with his, and shouted at her to shut up again. She obeyed.

Suzanne was stuck. The threat was unmistakable, regardless of which language they were speaking. She could lie still, or he would play dirty. He was slowly grinding his hips into hers and she groaned in disgust as she felt a treacherous heat start to build inside her body. She writhed against him, trying to break free of his hold before her body betrayed her any further. It didn't work. He let go of her face and slid his palm over her breasts and squeezed until she screamed in anger.

They carried on struggling, until eventually Sasha had the woman lying still on the ground. She was brave, but she did not want to be raped. He knew that she understood at least some of his language, so he decided to talk dirty to her until he got a reaction.

Suzanne groaned softly as the sniper continued his assault on her, grinding into her while holding her down and whispering into her ear. He was saying that he was going to fuck her and that he was looking forward to hearing her scream as he came inside her. He hissed that she was going to blow him until he collapsed and that she would be begging him for more by the end of the day. She tried to hold back a moan of fear as Sasha slid his hand back up to hold her head still, and then bent down and kissed her. She felt her body go rigid against him as he continued his assault on her mouth.

His warm lips felt scorching against her freezing skin, causing a bolt of electricity to burst through her veins. As he hunted for a way inside her mouth, Suzanne struggled to drag air into her protesting lungs and she suddenly found herself swathed in his scent. The analytical part of her brain noticed faint traces of soap, gun oil and sweat before she felt him begin to nibble. His tongue bathed her chapped lips in yet more heat as they danced across the trail left by his teeth. The heat of his mouth was trickling into her own body, and Suzanne shuddered as he leaned into her, deepening the kiss.

Bleep. The man finally came up for air and seemed to curse to himself as he grabbed his radio and silenced the sound before talking into it too rapidly for her to try to comprehend. Following this, he was up and dragging her to her feet in a matter of moments. Suzanne felt dazed, and fairly disgusted with herself for showing a reaction to her attacker. She scowled at him as he looked down at her. He had tied her wrists together behind her back and was about to lead her off to god knows where. He noticed the scowl and grabbed her by the chin.

The sniper held Suzanne's eyes level with his as he pulled her against him. With her arms behind her back she had no way of holding herself away from him. As her body slid against his again a confusing wave of primitive emotion rushed through her; fear and anger and a small amount of arousal that scared her more than any threat of physical pain. He started to talk and the wave of emotion became a storm, threatening to overwhelm her.

"You're very lucky that my commanding officer wants to speak with you," he growled softly. "Otherwise I would have had so much fun with you, little girl." Suzanne didn't understand everything he was saying, but she definitely got the gist. "For your own sake," he went on," I hope you can tell him what he wants to know. Otherwise, you're going to suffer. He has people who are trained to cause pain without damaging your body, so that they can make you scream for days. They'll hit you and fuck you until you can't move anymore, until you stop screaming and you wish they would kill you. And if you still won't tell him what he wants to know, he'll throw you to the grunts and let them fuck you until you do."

This was not Suzanne's first field mission, and her training had taught her better than to show fear in a situation like this. So when the sniper's words dragged a whimper out of her chilled and tired body, she told herself she had done so on purpose so that he might underestimate her in the future. But she wasn't entirely sure that this was true, and that uncertainty shocked her back to her senses.

It wasn't so much his words that scared her, but the burning arousal that was apparent in his eyes, his voice and his body. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted to hear her scream for him. Her eyes hardened in defiance; they could do whatever they wanted to her, she wasn't going to beg. He smiled down at her nastily; as if he knew exactly how to wipe that look off her face. He inched his face downwards, allowing his mouth to caress hers once again. Electricity and warmth started to flow through her again, and she tried to twist her face away but his grip was like iron. He deepened the kiss and continued his torture until Suzanne couldn't hold back a tiny moan of arousal.

With the look of defiance erased from Suzanne's face, the sniper released her from his grip and then grabbed her by the arm, shoving her ahead of him. He had his pistol in his hand, a gentle reminder that trying to run away would be a bad idea. It took only a few minutes to reach their base camp, and then he was disappointed to be parted from his prize.

Suzanne was relieved to find that she was being taken away from the sniper and would be brought for an audience with the man in charge, who thankfully spoke English. Her mission so far had not gone to plan, and she needed to find a way back on target as quickly as possible. She wasn't sure exactly how she was going to manage that, until she was dragged in front of an older man who took far more care over his uniform than the rest of his soldiers. A Serbian officer whose face she recognised in a heartbeat.

"Why were you flying over this area?" the man asked. Careful to try to mask the fact that she recognised the man, Suzanne feigned stupidity, and replied that she was sightseeing. The man snorted, then warned her that she would suffer greatly if she didn't cooperate. To that, Suzanne smiled sweetly and replied that she looked forward to it. He also smiled at that, then motioned for the guards who had marched her in to pick her up. She was placed at the front of a small platform and tied to a beam in the ceiling so that her arms were above her head, and her toes only just touched the floor.

"I will ask you one more time," the man in charge said. "What were you doing in my country?" Suzanne remained silent. He snorted again, then motioned to someone standing in the shadows to one side. Suzanne heard someone walk towards her. "I believe you have already met Sasha?" he asked, and the man came in to view. The man from the woods.

She didn't recognise the name for a moment; it had not been in the mission files. But as Suzanne's brain sifted through the hours of intel that her handler had provider to her, it suddenly made a connection. Sasha was a pet name, short for Aleksandar. And that name she definitely did recognise. As her brain helpfully recalled the gory details of this man's past deeds, Suzanne had to suppress a tremble of fear that was trying to flee down her spine. She had originally worried that she was being taken away from her mission when Sasha had caught her, but nothing could be further from the truth.

The man in charge motioned to Sasha, and Sasha stopped in front of Suzanne, a rather mean-looking knife in hand. He was tall, she realised as his eyes met hers. The platform that she'd been standing on had raised her at least eight inches, but she was still no higher than him. He stared into her eyes, smiling cruelly. He let the knife play across her cheek as he gauged her reactions.

"Sasha is very talented in the ways of causing physical pain," the man in charge continued, and Suzanne wished that she could have suspected him of bluffing. "I strongly suggest that you cooperate with me, so that you can leave here with your body intact."

Sasha turned to the other man and spoke softly in a dialect that she couldn't understand. The other man laughed and turned back towards Suzanne. "He wants me to stop asking you to cooperate," he said. "He will be very disappointed to not have the opportunity to hear you scream for him."

"Well I would hate to disappoint him," Suzanne replied, intending it to sound sarcastic. To her own disgust, her voice was shaking. Her retort came out as more of a plea than an insult and Sasha smiled at that, stroking his free hand into the hair at the nape of Suzanne's neck so that he could hold her still. He slid his mouth to her ear and licked over her earlobe, then gently started to suck until Suzanne gasped in response and had to bite her lip to stop a moan from escaping her mouth.

Oh god! Suzanne thought. How does he manage to make me respond so easily? She tried to turn her head away, but his hand in her hair kept her still. He came up for air and took a small step backwards, looking her over slowly.

He was dirty, but then so was she. They had gotten spattered in mud during their fight earlier, and his short brown hair was still crusted and matted down against his head. His dark brown eyes glinted with a sadistic gleam as he seemed to consider his next course of action, and Suzanne resigned herself to the fact that this was going to be a very long night. If she was going to stand any chance of getting out of this and completing her objective, she was going to have to let them think that they had the upper hand.

She knew that the normal reaction in these circumstances would be fear, and she was definitely afraid. But there was something about this man that her body was reacting to, and she was more afraid of that than of the pain she was going to receive. He stepped back towards her and slid his mouth against her ear again.

"Are you getting wet for me?" he whispered, his voice going gravelly. It took Suzanne a couple of moments to decipher the meaning of the rather unfamiliar language. She blushed as she realised what he was saying and tried to turn her head away, but Sasha had slid his knife up to rest against her cheek. He pressed very gently until she moved her head back against his. He repeated his question; he wanted an answer.

"Ne!" Suzanne replied, hoping she wasn't going to have to try to speak too much Serbian. Her comprehension of the language wasn't very good, but her pronunciation was even worse.

"No?" Sasha repeated. He didn't seem convinced. He slid his hand from the small of her back, over the curve of her arse and between her legs. Suzanne yelped and tried to pull herself away from his probing hand, but only managed to thrust herself against his body. He laughed at that, held her against him. She whimpered in despair as he continued to probe between her legs for a couple of moments, then decided that he couldn't feel enough to decide if she was wet or not.

Suzanne struggled pointlessly against her bonds as he stripped off her clothes until she was entirely naked, using his knife to cut through her shirt and bra. Staring straight ahead, she tried to block out the shame of being naked in front of these people. Sasha put his knife away and looked her over. Her breasts were full, slightly large for her frame, and had delicate pink nipples that were rapidly hardening under his stare. Her legs and stomach were taut and toned, but she still managed to have full hips and a round arse. He moved behind her, sliding his left arm around her waist and his right hand to the front of her thigh.

"Are you sure you aren't wet?" he asked softly, stroking his hand from the front to the inside of her thigh. He smiled as he saw Suzanne's face darken with anger at his touch, and she wriggled against him in an attempt to get him off her. "Mmm? Do you want me to touch you?"

Suzanne repeated her answer from earlier, but it sounded a lot more desperate than it had before. He laughed softly, stroked a little higher, his fingers rubbing the line where her thighs met her nether regions, then higher... He slid one finger inside her very gently, eliciting a humiliated cry from the girl. There was no way that she could deny the fact that she was utterly wet and ready for him. He moaned softly and growled something that she couldn't quite understand, something guttural and raw. Her body reacted regardless of the fact that she didn't understand; he sounded powerful and masculine and entirely erotic. She felt her muscles tighten around his finger as she moaned wantonly and wanted to die right there; he was supposed to be raping her and it seemed like her body wanted him inside her more than it wanted air in her lungs.

"Shhh," he whispered softly, sliding his finger out of her, his actions still gentle. He moved so that he was facing her again, and held her jaw still. "I'll be inside you soon, and I'll fuck you as hard as you need." He slid his finger—glistening with moisture--to rest on her lower lip. Suzanne did as he wanted, sucking his finger clean. He growled, dragged her against him and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth to taste the juices that she had licked from his fingers.

Suzanne was whimpering as Sasha kissed her. She was trying to control herself, but it just wasn't working. She moaned in pleasure as he slid his mouth to her throat and started to nuzzle. "Oh god," she whispered as he continued to torment her. "You're so sexy." She froze in shock as the words tumbled out of her mouth, but then relaxed a little. He didn't speak English and the other guy was too far away to hear what she had said...

She froze again as Sasha replied, in English: "Thank you. So are you."

"You speak English?!" she snapped, trying to hide her embarrassment with anger. He smiled back at her.

"Never said I didn't," he replied. Suzanne's eyes were blazing.

"You bastard!" she whispered. "Let me down so I can kill you!"

"No," he replied simply. He slid his right hand onto her left breast and stroked over her nipple. She was not amused. She kicked out at him, and hit him square in the balls, hard. She expected him to go down, or double over at least. He grunted and took a step back, that was all. These people were tough. His eyes turned black with anger and he grabbed her by the throat.

"Okay baby," he growled, switching back to his own language. "No more fucking foreplay." He balled his right hand into a fist and punched her in the left cheek, and he didn't pull his punches. Suzanne's head lurched to the side and she stayed there for several moments, stunned. She slowly came back to her senses and realised that blood was flowing from her nose and her mouth. As she raised her head she saw him prepare to hit her again, but she wasn't going to be able to stop him in time. The second blow was harder, and she cried out in agony as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back up to face him.

Sasha stopped, his hand raised to hit her again, when his boss growled "Sasha! If you go on like that, she'll be dead in twenty minutes."

"More like ten," Sasha replied. His breathing was heavy, but from anger rather than exertion. Suzanne was well aware that he could keep up this treatment for hours; would be happy to beat her as long as she stayed conscious. He changed his aim, ready to hit her other cheek this time and even out the bruises.

"Stop it Sasha," the boss growled. "There are better ways to hurt a woman."

Sasha smiled nastily at that and Suzanne shivered. Her body had finally cooled off, but at what cost? Her face was aching and she knew that whatever he had in store for her next couldn't possibly be good. He slid his hand up one of her arms, searching for a moment. He found what he was looking for and pressed gently, then harder. Suzanne shrieked in pain as he dug his fingers into a pressure point on her arm. This was even worse than the pain in her cheek.

Sasha maintained the pressure on the girl's arm, enjoying watching her squirm and hearing her scream. Tears were running down her cheeks and mixing with the blood that was drying on her face. He wasn't going to stop until she begged him to. He didn't have to wait long.

"Stop it Sasha!" she whimpered softly. "Please!" He let go, then rubbed the bruised skin tenderly for a moment.

"Do you have any idea how many different points there are like that on your body?" Sasha asked. Suzanne did; she had been taught to use them and knew exactly how painful this was going to be. "I can keep you screaming for days and all you'll end up with is bruises. And then I can do it all again. And again. Do you want that?" It wasn't the worst experience Suzanne had ever had, but she didn't need to let him know that. She shuddered before replying "no."

"Do you want to tell him what he wants to know?" Sasha asked, sliding his hand to the same point on Suzanne's other arm. He pressed very gently, and Suzanne started to feel ill.

"No," she replied, bracing herself for the nauseating pain again. She wasn't sure how much time passed before he stopped again, but she was covered in bruises and her throat was raw from screaming. Sasha moved toward her again and slid his mouth back to her ear.

"Ready to talk yet, baby?" he breathed, and Suzanne laughed, scorn showing clearly through the pain in her face.

"Is that the best you've got, big guy?" she spat. "I've had better beatings from my grandmother, and she only had one arm!"

Sasha grinned for a moment; he seemed to appreciate her stubbornness. "Okay," he growled. "Let's do something a little different." He slid his jacket off his shoulders, revealing another, cleaner one underneath, which he also took off. What remained was a black t-shirt that left little to the imagination, but this time Suzanne was unmoved. He slid his hand to her jaw and lifted her face to kiss her. Suzanne jerked her head away from him, trying to concentrate on simply breathing in and out. He smiled.

"You want to fight me this time?" he asked, and Suzanne scowled at him. "Do you want more pain? I wonder how long you'll last." He tangled his hand into her hair and pulled her head back viciously, exposing her throat. He licked over her neck and shoulder, then started to bite and suck, his other hand travelling to one of her breasts and squeezing hard. Suzanne moaned, this time in pain. She was almost relieved that her body wasn't betraying her, until she felt his hand travel down towards her vagina.

The first time that Sasha did this, he had been incredibly gentle. He made up for it this time. He pushed two fingers inside her hard, kept up the pressure until they were fully inside her. Suzanne wasn't sure what hurt the most, him pushing into her or pulling out. She closed her eyes tightly and whimpered, the whimper turning into a scream as he pushed two, then three fingers into her roughly.

"You're so beautiful when you scream," Sasha whispered into Suzanne's hair. He started circling his fingers inside her slowly, going as deep as he could. "Scream for me, baby." She moaned softly, writhing against him in an attempt to reduce the pressure he was using, but it didn't work.

Sasha was burning with desire while he watched the girl whimper and moan for him. He increased the pressure that he was using on her, and was rewarded with a scream of agony that made his dick throb. He leaned down and caught a nipple in his teeth, increased the pressure still further until she was hysterical, then let go. Tears were streaming down her face and he licked them off hungrily. He needed to be inside her before her body started to lubricate itself in self defence.

Suzanne whimpered in relief as Sasha pulled his fingers out of her and left her alone for a moment. Her head lolled back and she closed her eyes, trying to rest for a minute. She tried to tell herself that the metallic sound she just heard was not him unzipping his pants and coming back towards her...

He slid his cheek against hers and murmured the words "Ja cu te da jebem" into her ear, but it took her a few moments to be able to understand what he had said. I am going to fuck you. As her overloaded brain finally deciphered his words, she felt her gut spasm in horror.

"Look at me," Sasha growled, his hand going back to her hair and dragging her head upright. Suzanne did as she was told. He lifted her up slightly as he positioned himself at her opening, then slowly pushed into her, his eyes burning into hers. She had promised herself that he wouldn't have the satisfaction of hearing her scream, but the pain in her body combined with the indignity of the situation proved to be just too much. As he moved inside her, he growled something that she couldn't understand, but she didn't care. Right now, the only thing that she could focus on was the pain in her body.

Hearing the girl cry as he moved inside her, Sasha shuddered in satisfaction. She was incredibly tight, and he had to slow down his movements until they were measured and deliberate to stop himself from coming too soon. She moaned softly in gratitude and he smiled, slid his fingers to her bitten nipple and squeezed. He didn't want her thinking he was going soft on her. He couldn't delay things any further, he was going to come soon. He slid his mouth to the girl's ear and started to talk, in English to make sure that she understood.

"I'm going to come baby," he growled. His accent was strong and masculine, and made her almost shudder with desire regardless of the pain in her body. "I'm going to leave everything I've got buried as deep inside you as I can go, and you're going to scream for me, baby."

Suzanne scowled at Sasha, every feature on her face expressing loathing and hatred. No. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her scream yet again. She gritted her teeth against the pain that she knew was coming as he increased the speed of his movement inside her.

Sasha could feel the girl tensing against him and knew that she was going to do everything in her power to stop herself from screaming. He could easily hit another pressure point and get her to scream that way, but he didn't want to. He wanted a heartfelt scream of pain and despair and he was going to get it.

"Get used to this, baby," he whispered. "It's the only thing you're going to have from now on. You're never going to see your family again. You're mine and I'm going to fuck you until you pass out every day for the rest of your life, until you're raw and bleeding and you can't even beg anymore."

His words hit home. Suzanne moaned wretchedly and struggled against her tormentor in one last futile act of defiance that caused her aching arms to burn with pain. Sasha grabbed her arse and growled, the sight of her writhing finally sending him over the edge into orgasm. He buried himself deep inside the girl as he felt his semen spurt inside her, and she gave him the scream that he wanted, then collapsed against him, sobbing into his chest. Her vagina was raw and bleeding, and the hot, salty wetness of Sasha's sperm flooding her was like acid burning her insides.

It took Sasha several moments to recover before he trusted his legs to keep him upright. He pulled out of the girl slowly and sorted out his clothes. She was hanging limp from her bindings, not even bothering to hold herself up on her toes anymore. Her head had flopped forwards but what he could see of her face was caked in blood and salt from her tears. Her body was almost entirely covered in bruises and her left nipple had darkened with blood where he had bitten it. She had scratches and nail marks where he had held on to her hips and her arse, and his semen was slowly oozing down her leg, tinged pink from blood where he had fucked her raw.

She was beautiful.

He looked to his superior officer for his approval. The older man smiled nastily, he was impressed. He got up and left the room, leaving the torture of the girl in Sasha's capable hands. Sasha reached up and unhooked the girl from the ceiling, then dumped her on the floor. She didn't even moan as she hit the floor, and stayed where he had dropped her. Satisfied that she didn't have the energy or the will to fight him, he untied her wrists. They were raw and bleeding from the rough rope that had been used to tie her.

Suzanne was immensely grateful to have her weight taken off her aching arms, and she made the most of it by lying still and appreciating simply being left alone. She finally moaned in dissent as she felt strong hands on her body again, lifting her. Sasha. She wasn't sure if she had passed out after he finished with her, but it seemed like an age since he had been inside her. Not that the ache in her body had subsided any. He carried her out of the room, but she didn't have the energy to look where they were going. She laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes, falling unconscious for a few precious moments until he dumped her on the floor again.

Sasha dragged the girl to her feet, holding her against the wall until she got the idea and tried to support her own weight. She was shaking but she managed to stand upright. He pushed her towards a doorway, and growled "take a shower". In a daze, she wandered through the doorway and turned on the shower. She got under the water and closed her eyes, stood there for several minutes, the warm water soothing her bruised skin.

She must have taken too long, for when she opened her eyes again, Sasha was standing by the shower and staring at her angrily. She gasped and backed away as he got into the shower with her. He pinned her against the wall, hot and wet and oh god, already hard again. His mouth descended onto hers and she swooned, had to hold on to his shoulders to keep herself upright. She submitted to him, baring her neck for him again. This time he didn't bite quite so hard.

Sasha slid his hand down to the triangle of fur at the top of the girl's legs, and tangled his fingers in it, sliding onto her clitoris and stroking for a moment. She whimpered softly as she opened her legs for him, the whimper becoming an agonised whine as he slid a finger inside her. The pain overwhelmed her fear of retribution, and she slid her hand to his wrist and held his hand still.

"Please Sasha," she whispered softly. "It hurts so much. Can we do something else, just for now? Please?" She was shaking, expecting a blow to the head or worse. He considered fucking her in the arse just to punish her for trying to tell him what to do, but he wanted to save that for a special occasion. He gasped as he felt her hand slide along his abdomen and rub just alongside his penis. "Is there nothing else you'd like me to do?" she whispered, staring up into his eyes like a porn star parody of an innocent schoolgirl. She completed the look by licking her tongue across her lips suggestively, showing off her tongue piercing. He was lost.

Without any prompting, the girl sank to her knees at his feet and stroked her palms over his thighs before moving her left hand and gently grasped him, stroking up and down. She used her other hand to stroke over the head, flicking his frenulum gently. He moaned in appreciation, whispered that phrase that made him sound so sexy and Suzanne shivered. After a few moments, she slid her mouth down over the head of his penis and sucked on his glans before sliding more of him down her throat.

Sasha had completely lost all ability to think. He slid his hands into the girl's hair and stroked in encouragement. He had been looking forward to forcing her to give him a blow job, but this was so much better. She wanted him to leave her throbbing vagina alone so badly that she was doing everything she could to make him come. She was talented as hell with her mouth and the tongue piercing was driving him crazy. He groaned in contentment as she increased her speed, allowing him to thrust against her at the pace that he wanted. He was getting dangerously close to coming already, so she slowed down to let his arousal subside for the moment.

Suzanne's original intention had been to distract Sasha so that she could attempt an escape. But even the relatively small movements that were currently required of her body made her muscles scream with pain, and her limbs felt twice their normal weight. There was no way that she would be able to outrun him, distracted or not. So, unless she wanted him to realise her plan, she was going to have to actually finish this job.

Sasha had to lean against the wall of the shower enclosure to stop himself from collapsing as Suzanne brought him close to orgasm again. This time she didn't slow down, and was rewarded with his salty semen flooding her mouth and dribbling down her chin. She struggled to her feet, still stroking his twitching penis gently as her eyes met his. She opened her mouth so that he could see his white fluid still within it, then swallowed slowly, licked her lips to make sure she hadn't missed any.

Sasha couldn't breathe. The girl's performance had been amazing and the encore was enough to make him almost ready to fuck her again straight away. He pulled her to her feet and leaned down to slide a nipple into his mouth, stroking the other one gently. She moaned; he was incredible with his hands when he wanted to be. And his mouth... She wasn't sure if it was the blow job that had done it, but she was suddenly aching with need regardless of the terrible pain in her body.

Suzanne could feel an orgasm building, but she knew she was going to need something more to send her over the edge. She whimpered as Sasha slid his hand down and over her clitoris. She badly needed something inside her but she knew that the pain would be overwhelming. He shushed her gently.

"I'm not going to go inside you," he whispered. "Just relax." She did as he asked and cried out as the pleasure started to build within her still further. After just moments, she was whining in desperation. Sasha smiled, slid to his knees and nudged her legs apart. He slid his tongue onto her clitoris, taking it into his mouth and biting its base gently as he sucked on the end.

It took five seconds of this treatment to send Suzanne over the edge. She keened as her muscles started to contract, and she fell to the floor with a thump as her legs gave way completely. Sasha gathered her up and lifted her out of the shower, drying her with a towel so rough she was sure it was really shark skin in disguise.

He led her into a dingy room that consisted of a bed, a chair and a very small window that was too high to see out of. He pushed her onto the bed and she laid down gratefully, curling into a ball. He left, closing the door behind him quietly. Suzanne suddenly felt cold as she heard the turning of a key; he had locked her in alone, and with no idea if and when he would come back.

***

Suzanne slept fitfully, too tired to keep her eyes open but too afraid to sleep properly. She had no idea how much time passed before she heard the key turning in the lock of her prison again, but she was hungry and thirsty and the ache in her body had dulled slightly, so it must have been a while. She wanted to stay in her foetal position on the bed, but figured it probably wasn't the best of ideas.

She had expected Sasha, and she was wrong. A guard that she hadn't seen before motioned her to follow him out of the room. He marched her, still naked, down a long corridor that was as dingy as her cell, and into a familiar room. The man in charge was there, but there was still no sign of Sasha.

"I trust you slept well?" he asked, grinning sadistically at the state of her appearance. Suzanne was clean, but her bruises had darkened and her mouth felt swollen from where Sasha had hit her. She sneered at him in an attempt to look as though she wasn't ashamed and embarrassed at her nakedness.

"I don't think I would make reservations at this hotel again," she replied. "I had asked for a sea view, you know."

He was not impressed. He stood up and leaned over his desk at her. "I had thought you might be a little more cooperative after you had a few hours to think things over. Perhaps you don't understand the gravity of your situation? Was Sasha not clear enough in explaining things to you? Perhaps we should ask him for another demonstration of his abilities?"

Suzanne started to tremble at the thought of her tormentor touching her again, but she wasn't going to cave in and simply give them what they wanted. Not when she still had a chance of completing her objective. "Do you actually expect me to tell you something useful?" she asked, and he raised one eyebrow in disbelief.

"Oh yes you will. We can always use more conventional styles of coercion," he growled. "If you won't cooperate with us being civil."

"Civil?" Suzanne repeated, a look of disgust on her face. "Look at me!"

"Nothing that won't heal in a matter of days," he replied. "We can easily change that; start slicing you open and leaving scars. Removing parts that you would miss... Sasha would be disappointed with such a messy method, but I'm sure he can be convinced. If need be."

Suzanne doubted that Sasha would be disappointed at all, unless the messy method was going to kill her. If that happened, he would be without a plaything to torture. She allowed her body to start shaking visibly, hoping the officer would notice and believe her to be close to giving in. The pain that she had already suffered had been excruciating, but she had known that they could do a lot worse. It seemed as if they felt it was only going to be a matter of time before they found some terrible punishment that she just couldn't handle and she cracked. No harm in letting them continue to think that way.

She was letting them think that they were winning, and at first it was almost entirely a pretence. But Suzanne was tiring, and she knew it. Nobody could withstand torture indefinitely. She had to find a way out of this situation as quickly as possible, before she really did give in. The only problem was, she was either tied up or locked up for almost 100% of the time. That, and her body was slowly losing the ability to perform even the most basic actions as her muscles ached more and more.

She couldn't give up. She knew damned well that once she told them what they wanted to know she would be useless to them. Unless of course she wanted to stay on as Sasha's plaything; he had said that she belonged to him now. He'd said a lot of things that had terrified her at the time, but her panicked brain was now clutching to them as proof that perhaps he wouldn't kill her as soon as they had the information that they wanted. His plaything. But if she was a mess, would he even want her for that?

The futility of Suzanne's predicament was beginning to sink in. She didn't want to give up the information that they wanted, but she didn't want to die. And even if she did give them what she wanted, she was either going to die or become a slave to the whims of her captors until they were bored with her.

Stop that! She chided herself for her own stupidity. It didn't matter what they would do to her, because she would not be giving them any real intel, period. And she did not need this man -- this sick and evilly twisted man, at that -- to rescue her. What she did need was time. Time to get herself into a position so that she could do what she came here for, and -- hopefully -- time enough to get back out again.

She squared her jaw in defiance, and looked at the man sitting smugly in front of her. "We all have to do what we feel we must," she said, and he nodded. He motioned to the guards who tied her dangling from the ceiling again. The ropes cut into her already-raw skin, but she didn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her wince. She had to do what she had to do.

Sasha arrived, walked up to her and took her jaw in his hand. He was much cleaner than she remembered, and had also made the effort to change into a clean set of clothes. The effort hadn't gone as far as shaving, however, so he maintained his rather brutal look. "Am I going to have to break you?" he said softly, stroking her cheek gently. He didn't look like he was looking forward to the idea. He slid his mouth to her throat and nuzzled, and Suzanne's breathing became erratic. "Give him what he wants, and I can protect you," he whispered into her ear.

"Not good enough," Suzanne replied. "I want to go home." Sasha's eyes darkened in anger. His grip on her jaw became cruel.

"It's the best you're going to get!" he growled. "You're in no position to make demands. Maybe you don't quite understand? You are mine. Once he's done with you, it's me who decides what happens to you. Now you can either do as I say, or you can spend the rest of your life being raped by the 200 hungry Serbian soldiers outside. And I'll warn you, they won't care how much they hurt you as long as your body is still warm. It's up to you."

Suzanne glared at her captor defiantly. "I hope you rot in hell you evil son of a bitch!" she growled, and spat at him for good measure. Sasha released his grip on Suzanne's jaw, throwing her head to the side in disgust. When she looked back at him, she got a glimpse of something moving towards her face at high speed, and then there was the familiar sickening *crack* of a fist connecting with her face.

This time, Sasha's boss did not stop him, and the beating continued for an eternity. When it became apparent that Suzanne was about to pass out, he stopped. Not out of kindness; he just didn't want her to miss any of her punishment. She was weak from hunger and dehydration, and she hoped that he would let her sleep for a while, but he had other plans. He slapped her until she focused her eyes on him groggily, made sure that she was awake again, and then the beating continued.

Suzanne didn't think that she could possibly have any tears left, but Sasha managed to make her cry again. And whimper, and scream. After a particularly long bout of punishment, Sasha paused as he thought that Suzanne was about to pass out again. However, she surprised them both by dry heaving violently; her body had nothing to throw up but it made her suffer shuddering pains nonetheless. He hit her another couple of times, but she was fading in and out of consciousness every few seconds. It was time to stop.

Sasha joined his superior officer and left Suzanne hanging alone while he went for some food and a drink. It occurred to him that the woman had not eaten or drank anything in over 24 hours at least, which was probably a good reason for her fainting constantly. He returned to find her still out cold. He allowed his fingers to wander over her body, enjoying the feel of her cool, soft skin. He was amazed at the delicate texture which was a stark contrast to the hard calluses on his hands. The smaller bruises on her body were being disguised by the larger ones caused by the latest beating that she had endured, and she still looked beautiful.

Suzanne woke slowly to find rough fingertips stroking over her skin. She tried to pretend that she was still asleep, but her pretence was spoiled when the fingers traced over her nipples and she moaned as the callused skin aggravated her bruises. Her assailant slid his palms fully against her breasts and squeezed, and Suzanne instantly recognised the hands as Sasha's. She leaned her head back and relaxed into him, trying to avoid provoking his aggression.

Sasha slid one hand up into the girl's hair and pulled her head upright, then leaned in and kissed her. She moaned again, arched against him until he slid both hands to her arse and held her against him. He started to grind against her slowly; he was aching to be inside her straight away, but he wanted her to beg this time. She broke the kiss and whimpered "Oh god, Sasha!" into his ear, her breathing ragged. He smiled smugly, slid his middle finger into her mouth and let her suck for a moment until it was slick with her saliva. He slid it over her clitoris for a couple of seconds, then pressed gently.

Suzanne yelped as Sasha stroked, easing his wet finger inside her. The pain inside her had lessened considerably since she woke up and his movements inside her were beginning to feel good. She knew that she shouldn't let him do this, that she should fight or scream or do anything but cooperate, but when he touched her like this it took away the pain from the rest of her body. And that was worth an awful lot right now. He continued to stroke until she was squirming, dangerously close to orgasm. And then he stopped.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered into her ear hoarsely. Suzanne whined, a pained look on her face, but he wouldn't touch her.

"Please let me come," she whispered softly. She was shocked at hearing the words come out of her own mouth, but the temptation to avoid pain for a few moments was overwhelming. Sasha stroked his finger over her clitoris again slowly, but only once.

"Is that all you want?" he asked, and she shook her head. "Then tell me. What do you want, baby?"

Suzanne closed her eyes, her cheeks burning in shame. "I need you inside me," she whispered, and he stroked her again in encouragement. She moaned in pleasure.

"You can do better than that," he whispered, and she sighed shakily. She knew what he wanted her to say.

"Please fuck me, Sasha," she whispered. After another moment, she added: "hard." He growled softly at that, slid his tongue back into her mouth and kissed her, his mouth bruising hers brutally. She arched against him again and opened her mouth as she kissed back. Sasha reached up and released her wrists from the rope again, then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

He didn't speak as he carried her back to the room and locked the door behind them. He set her back down on her feet and threw her against the wall, pinning her with the weight of his body. He slid his hand into her hair, holding her so that she had to look him in the eye.

"Tell me again," he growled, his eyes burning into hers. Suzanne felt a wave of heated shameful pleasure ripple through her body at the thought of having to repeat herself while looking into his eyes. She remained silent for several moments, too embarrassed to say what he wanted to hear.

"Fuck me," she eventually whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear. Then louder: "Fuck me hard." Sasha shuddered in response and pressed his mouth against Suzanne's ear, giving her some much needed privacy without compromising the intimacy of their embrace.

"Tell me what you want," he growled again. "Do you want to be on top?"

"No," she replied, and Sasha smiled against her ear.

"You want me on top of you?" he asked softly, and Suzanne had to slide her hands to his shoulders and cling on to stop herself from feeling faint. "Do you want my weight on top of you, holding you down? Do you want to feel dominated, baby?"

"Oh god," Suzanne whimpered as Sasha whispered into her ear. "Oh please!"

Sasha leaned back and looked into the girl's eyes again, let her see the look of barely-contained desire and just-controlled violence on his face. She moaned in shock, her eyes darkening in pleasure at her ability to drive him so totally wild. He grasped her chin viciously as he wiped all traces of desire from his face and replaced it with the cold brutality that had made her so wet when he first touched her. She gasped, half in fear, and half in anticipation.

Sasha pulled the girl away from the wall and threw her onto the bed, turned away from her as he kicked off his boots. He turned back towards her as he dropped his knife, his gun and its holster to the floor. Suzanne was sitting up in the middle of the bed, her hands braced against the mattress, and her legs slightly apart and shaking violently. She skittered as far away as possible, pressing her knees together hard as Sasha unzipped his pants and stalked towards her, utterly predatory.

He grabbed her as he got onto the bed, dragged her by the legs until she was back in the middle, then forced her thighs apart. He wedged himself between her legs, tugged his underwear out of the way and pressed himself against her opening, pinning her wrists above her head. She cried out in pain as he thrust into her hard and settled his weight on top of her. Her heart was beating crazily with fear, but her body betrayed her as within what seemed like only moments, her muscles clenched around him and her back arched in orgasm.

Sasha groaned in pleasure as he felt the girl's vaginal muscles contracting around his penis erratically. He continued to thrust hard inside her, waiting until she had recovered from her orgasm. When her eyes started to focus on him again, he leaned down and slid his mouth against her ear.

"Did you like that, little girl?" he growled, his voice guttural again in arousal. For the moment he had lost the ability to think in English, and had switched back to his own language. Suzanne had quickly learned to expand her vocabulary of Serbian smut over the past several hours, and she was able to understand exactly what he was saying as he went on. "Do you like being held down and fucked by a killer?" The girl whined in response, arched against him as she whispered "oh yes," into his ear.

"You moan like a whore," he whispered in English, sliding his hand to her arse so that he could pull her against him even harder. "You're a beautiful, dirty little slut. Aren't you?" He switched back to Serbian for a moment as he growled "moja mala kurva" into her ear. Little Slut.

Nobody had ever spoken to Suzanne like this before, and her face was burning in shame. But her body was burning twice as much as he called her a slut and a whore, and she liked it. She had never felt so desired in all her life. "Yes," she whispered in reply, and he shuddered.

"Say it," he growled, releasing his grip on her arse so that he could force her to look at him. "Tell me what a slut you are."

Suzanne didn't have a clue how to go about saying this in his language, so she had to resort to English. "I'm a slut and a whore, and I need you so much! Oh god Sasha, please don't stop!"

"Do you want to feel me come inside you?" he asked, his voice hoarse and his head spinning. His eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure at the thought of the girl calling herself a whore for him.

"Oh god yes!" she groaned. "But please not yet!" He smiled intensely.

"You want more?" he growled, sinking his teeth into her throat.

She cried out in pain, the sound turning into a desperate cry: "Yes!"

"You still need more, little slut?" he asked. "What does that make you?"

"I'm a total whore for you, Sasha," she whispered. "Oh god, please let me come!"

Sasha slid his hand between their bodies and rested just to the side of Suzanne's clitoris. She whined in need and he smiled, a sadistic glint in his eye.

"You're mine," he growled. "Say it." She did as he asked. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you scream for me like this every night. Do you understand?" She did. "And nobody else is ever going to touch you, do you understand that?"

Suzanne whispered another yes to Sasha's final question. She would have said yes to anything. He slid his thumb on to her clitoris and stroked gently, then harder. Suzanne went rigid and screamed as she finally exploded into orgasm again. The contractions were even harder this time and they pushed Sasha over the edge into his own sexual bliss. He groaned "Oh, fuck!" as he thrust into the girl one final time, shuddering as his orgasm took control of him completely and he collapsed on top of his exhausted, beautiful little captive.

Sasha left Suzanne alone in the dingy room once again. She drew herself into a ball and shivered in the darkness. Her head was a lot clearer with him gone, and she growled angrily as shame-filled tears started to fall down her face. She was going to have an awful lot of trouble ever looking him in the eye again. Did he really think of her as a slut and a whore, or had he only said it to get a reaction? Even though she'd had little choice but to let him screw her if she wanted to survive, she couldn't help but feel used.

His opinion of her mattered to Suzanne, she realised suddenly. And so it should. He had said he was the one who would decide what to do with her once his boss was done. Her tears intensified as a cold feeling of dread fell over her. He was rapidly becoming her only possible escape route. What if he lost interest? She sobbed in confusion. She had no way of knowing what he wanted or what he was thinking, so there was little point in dwelling on it. She was thirsty and aching and oh, so hungry...

On closer inspection of the room Suzanne noticed that Sasha had left a glass of water on the floor for her, and she reached out an aching arm until she managed to lift it towards herself. She wondered for a moment whether the water would be drugged or poisoned, but she dismissed the idea. Sasha enjoyed inflicting pain far too much to cheat himself out of his grand finale. Trying not to gulp, she finished the rest of the water and laid back down on the bed of her prison. Curling into a ball, she shivered against the cold until sleep claimed her once again.

***

He'd said he could protect her.

The thought tumbled round and round in Suzanne's head as she dangled from the ceiling of that damned room yet again. She repeated this to herself like a mantra as Sasha stood in front of her, that familiar brutal expression on his face. And a knife in his hand. She still hadn't managed to acquire any clothes, so the knife couldn't be intended for use as an aid to undressing this time. She'd already received her customary beating for the day and she felt like she was going to faint; were they going to make her suffer even more? Oh god. She was going to have to think of a way to make them believe that she had given them what they wanted. Preferably before they killed her.

Sasha was playing with fire, and he knew it. He had never before met a woman who was as stubborn as this girl. She had more training and was a lot tougher than he had originally suspected, and he was glad of it. He respected her tenacity, regardless of the fact that she was making his life rather difficult. Plus, she was so beautiful -- bruised and bleeding and most of the time scared out of her mind. He'd beaten her, raped her and humiliated her, and for some reason, she still wanted him. His commanding officer had warned him that if he wasn't successful in getting the girl to talk today, he was going to throw her to the grunts. Sasha wasn't prepared to let that happen; he wanted her for himself no matter what the cost.

He admired her courage, but in the end it would come to nothing, and they both knew it. She'd give them what they wanted, it was just a matter of time. His knife, usually a favourite instrument of torture, felt cold and alien in his hand. He didn't want to do this. He had no problem with hurting her -- he'd already made her scream until she was coughing up blood -- but that had been with his own hands. It was intimate and personal and he'd never done any permanent damage. This was going to be a different thing entirely. And she would never be the same afterwards. It wasn't right. He was the one who carried the scars.

Suzanne had fallen into a faint, but the sharp pain of a knife pressing into her throat woke her with a start. She flinched back from the pain to find Sasha standing in front of her again, the knife still in his hand. "Am I going to have to make you bleed, or can we stop now?" he asked softly. Suzanne moaned softly in fear, but she said nothing. He sighed, and moved closer so that the girl was leaning on him, her head on his shoulder. He rested the point of the knife on the back of her thigh and paused for a moment.

"Tell me to stop," Sasha whispered gently, but she didn't reply. With his face out of sight of both the girl and his commanding officer, he closed his eyes and frowned in apprehension. Her teeth bit down on his shoulder as he increased the pressure on the knife until he broke the skin, and he slid his free hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and stroked gently. She released her bite in order to moan softly in pain, the moan quickly rising into a scream as the blade cut deeper.

Sasha grimaced as he noticed the blood running down the girl's thigh to drip off her foot and collect into a red puddle on the floor. He slid his mouth to her ear, whispering so that only the girl could hear. "Let me end this. Please."

Suzanne gasped at the emotion in Sasha's voice. He didn't want to do this. There were some lines that he still didn't want to cross. Maybe, she dared to allow herself to think. Maybe he does still want me? If that was the case, perhaps she would still have a chance of escape if she gave them the information they wanted.

The sharp pain of the knife helped to focus Suzanne's thoughts temporarily, and she was able to decide on the details of the information that she would give to Sasha's superior. However, she had to make it look convincing, and Suzanne would never accept being made to look cowardly. So she gritted her teeth and remained stubborn for as long as she could possibly stand.

She wasn't sure how long she managed to hold out, but it didn't matter. In the end, she told them when they wanted to know. She was going to have a scar, but at least the searing pain had stopped.

Sasha turned to his superior officer to find him standing up to leave, and giving him a nod of satisfaction. "We're done with this one," he said to the sniper, and then walked towards them. "Get rid of her," he said, as if he were talking about yesterday's old news paper. "And go home, get some rest." He patted Sasha on the shoulder like an old friend as he said "you've earned it."

She'd passed out again, Sasha realised as he turned back towards the girl, reaching up to unhook her from the ceiling. He didn't bother to wake her as he untied her wrists and carried her off in search of some clothes. Ten minutes later, he had her dressed (after a fashion) in a spare soldier's uniform, and was carrying her out to one of the waiting vehicles, his rifle slung on his back. He received some quizzical looks, but nobody dared to challenge him until he put the girl into the truck.

One of the Commander's lapdogs -- Sasha thought his name was Boskovic -- put his hand out to stop Sasha from opening the driver-side door and getting in.

"Cavoski hasn't told me of you needing a vehicle today," he said, trying to look important while tapping a pencil on his clipboard. He was a weedy little scumbag of a man with an irritating nasal voice. Sasha resisted the urge to sneer, and instead fixed the smaller man with a look of stony intimidation.

"I also need some fucking indigestion tablets," Sasha spat back. "Do you need to know that too?" Boskovic lifted his jaw in an attempt to look intimidating, and this time Sasha couldn't resist the sneer. He grabbed his rifle and liberated it from its harness, holding it in front of himself in a not altogether unthreatening manner. The intruder took several steps back in fear, and mumbled some sort of apology before suddenly finding great interest in a pile of sandbags several metres away.

Sasha climbed into the truck and carefully placed his beloved rifle beside him out of the girl's reach, just in case. He had a reputation even among the rest of the soldiers as being particularly ruthless and talented in killing people, and so nobody else challenged him as he left the camp, with his unconscious, bruised and battered prisoner beside him.

***

Suzanne woke up to find herself lying naked in an strange bed in an unfamiliar room. The bed was warm and cosy and complete with blankets, but her stomach was growling and she was in desperate need to pee, regardless of the fact that she couldn't possibly have a spare drop of water in her body. She sat up and slid her feet to the floor, and experimented in standing up slowly. Her bones ached and her thigh felt like it was burning, but she was damned if she was going to let herself fall over. She was still alive, and that was worth more than a sore leg. She hobbled to the door and was amazed to find it unlocked.

She stuck her head out of the door slowly, suspicious of suddenly being allowed some degree of freedom to roam in her surroundings. When no danger was immediately apparent, she crept out of the room in search of a bathroom. Once that bodily function was satisfied, she crept down the stairs to find out if anyone else was home.

Sasha was sitting at the kitchen table, efficiently dismantling and cleaning his rifle and his handgun. Suzanne stood shaking in the doorway, unsure if she was going to anger him by having left the bedroom. Although it seemed as if she was no longer under immediate threat of death, she knew that she had only bought herself a limited amount of time. And even that was dependant on keeping this clearly unstable man happy.

She smelled the familiar scent of gun oil and was suddenly reminded of the first time that Sasha had kissed her. Her cheeks were already flushed red as he glanced over at her, his eyes lingering for a moment on her still-naked body, and then motioned for her to come closer. She sat down in the chair opposite him and watched him work, not daring to speak.

They weren't at the army camp any more, that much was obvious. And although he wasn't talking to her, Sasha didn't seem angry with her at all. She'd given them what they wanted, and so the pressure was now off of him. She wondered what that would mean for their twisted little relationship. Perhaps some day he would trust her enough to let her wear clothes again, she thought to herself, her face twisting in an ironic grimace.

"What is it?" Sasha asked softly as he noticed the expression on Suzanne's face. She blushed even more deeply, looked down at the table in front of her.

"Nothing," she whispered, her voice shaking a little in fear. She was disgusted but not surprised to realise that the fear was real. "I... just thought it would be nice to have some clothes. This isn't the warmest of countries in the world."

Finishing with his prized possessions, Sasha stood up, his face stern. The girl gulped in fear and he had to turn around so that she wouldn't see him smile. He washed his hands in the old kitchen sink and turned back towards her. She stood up as he stalked closer, backing away in fright. He grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against the wall.

"Making demands already?" he asked, and she shook her head quickly.

"No!" she whispered, a desperate edge to her voice. "Of course not. I'm sorry. I'm just so cold, and—"

He kissed her, sliding one hand into her hair and the other to her breasts. She moaned, reaching up to cling to his shoulders and revelling in her ability to touch him for once. She slid one hand into his hair and he groaned in contentment at her gentle stroking fingers. Her other hand slid down and settled on his chest, feeling muscle that was well defined even through his clothes. She gasped as he picked her up and carried her back upstairs, lying her down on the bed and kicking off his boots before settling himself on top of her, one leg between her thighs.

Oh god, she could get used to this. Suzanne sighed as Sasha slid his tongue over her belly, and onto her inner thighs. She parted her legs in anticipation, desperately trying to resist the urge to grab him by the hair and pull him against her. He kept moving closer and closer until she could feel his breath exactly where she needed him most, and then he would move back to her other leg. She was keening in frustration and eventually lost control of her arms. She slid her fingers into his hair and then froze, terrified of what he would do. He looked up at her and grinned wickedly, slid the tip of his tongue to the bottom of her opening and licked all the way to the top, very lightly and very, very slowly.

Suzanne's hands flew back to the bed and she gripped the sheets painfully, a low moan escaping her body as she instinctively arched her hips into Sasha's tongue. He lifted her legs, slowly parting them wide as he settled into a more comfortable position, and started to suck. When he slid two fingers inside her and his other hand glided up to squeeze a nipple sharply, Suzanne was lost.

Sasha let the girl calm down for a couple of moments, slid his mouth against her and touched her warm, wet tongue with his. She kissed back, tentative at first, her hands shyly moving over his clothes, waiting for him to tell her if she could remove them. "Sasha," she whispered softly, tugging on his shirt. "Please..."

He'd avoided taking his clothes off in front of her in the past, except in the shower where it had been unavoidable. He had scars and markings that he didn't particularly like looking at himself, never mind showing them off to her. But if he was going to keep her around, he supposed she would have to see at some point. He pulled his shirt off over his head with a grimace, then got up to slide his pants off his legs.

Suzanne shivered as Sasha settled his body back over hers, the feel of his skin against hers making her moan in anticipation. She slid her fingers over the muscles in his arms, slowly at first until he groaned with satisfaction. She traced around a scar on his left arm, stroking near the wounded flesh gently and looking at him for consent.

"Bullet," he said softly, nodding to say that it was okay for her to touch it. "Handgun. Nine millimetre." Suzanne stroked over the marred skin for a moment before moving on to another. She spent several minutes exploring all of his injured skin, until he pushed her back down onto the bed and pressed against her.

"What do you want?" he whispered softly, his voice rapidly descending into desire-laden hoarseness. "This?" he asked, pushing so that the head of his penis threatened to enter her. She moaned in response, tried to lift her hips to meet his thrust, but he pushed her back down.

"No," he growled as he held her against the bed. "You don't move. I'm in charge. That's what you need, isn't it? That's what you want." He lifted her face level with his so that he could gauge her reaction to his next sentence. "To be controlled and dominated? And held down and fucked? Answer me."

She wanted to tell herself that she said it to make him happy, but ultimately it wasn't true. She agreed with everything he said, and she meant it. She enjoyed the feel of him on top of her, holding her down and pushing inside her until she cried out in pain. Hell, she had even enjoyed him calling her a whore.

Sasha pushed deep inside the girl with a single, punishing thrust, and shuddered in satisfaction as she whimpered in pain. He pulled out of her a little and started moving in slow, steady circles and she arched against him, reaching out her hands to pull him against her. He grabbed her wrists and held them down above her head.

"I said no," he growled, and Suzanne whined in frustration. He carried on with his slow, steady rhythm and she laid as still as she could, moaning softly in pleasure. "Good girl," he whispered against her ear. "Lie there and take it, there's a good girl."

Suzanne whined into Sasha's neck, desperately wanting to pull him deeper inside her but knowing that he would not approve. "Oh please, Sasha!" she whimpered. "Please, oh god, I need you..."

"What do you need?" he whispered.

"Deeper," Suzanne replied, her eyes rolling back in her head at the thought. "And harder. And faster. Oh please!"

Sasha stopped his circling movements and leaned into the girl so that he could push inside her hard and as deep as she could take. She cried out sharply in pain, but he didn't stop. "Is that what you want, baby?" he asked. "Do you want me to fuck you until it hurts?"

"Oh yes!" she moaned, and he growled in response. She screamed as he came inside her, the pain mixing with incredible pleasure as she came for the second time, and gratefully allowed him to rest on top of her.

***

Two days later, Sasha found a shirt, pants and a pair of boots that were only a few sizes too big for her, and Suzanne dragged them over her still aching body, grateful to finally have some dignity once again. She had contemplated attempting to escape, but up until now Sasha had not allowed her to be out of his sight for a single waking moment. She waited as patiently as she could, assuming that he would slip up eventually.

He did. He had been outside unloading some supplies from the truck, and he entered the kitchen carrying a very large and cumbersome-looking sack. He glanced to the side while he was carrying the item, and saw that Suzanne was in the kitchen with him. Within an instant, they both realised who was closest to the open door.

She ran. Without a second's hesitation, she bolted for the door and was out of the house before Sasha had time to lower the heavy sack to the floor. But he was fast, she knew that from past experience, and so she didn't have the time or the energy to think about what she was doing as she headed for the trees surrounding the building.

He was shouting at her to stop, which occurred to her as strange. Why would he possibly think she would listen when she had a chance at escape? Focusing only on the speed of her stride, she failed to notice the note of anxiety in Sasha's voice as he called to her to stop. It wasn't until she finally noticed the warning marks on the trees that she stopped running, and stood absolutely still, scanning the forest floor in panic.

And there they were. No more than a foot away from where she stood, a piece of metal shone dully through the undergrowth, and Suzanne finally recognised it as an anti-personnel landmine. She glanced around and counted at least two others within touching distance of her current position. She had missed them on her way in by pure dumb luck, but the chances of her missing them again on the way out seemed slim. If she put enough weight on one of them to activate the mine, it would jump several feet in the air and explode, showering fragments of metal across the ground as well as her own internal organs.

She heard Sasha come to an abrupt standstill several feet behind her. On the edge of the minefield no doubt. But if he came any closer, he could set off one of the mines and kill them both.

"Don't move!" Suzanne whispered, as if she was scared that the mines would hear her, and set themselves off. She shuffled on the spot so that she was facing Sasha's direction to ensure that he was not moving.

Sasha scowled. "I told you to stop running. As if I don't know where my own fucking landmines are. Now don't move!" He slowly picked his way between the mines, edging his way towards her at the speed of a tortoise. But at least he didn't manage to blow them both to pieces. When he finally reached Suzanne, he lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the house, picking up the pace once they were clear of the danger again.

Suzanne sank into a chair at the kitchen table as Sasha went back to the truck and finished unloading the supplies. She was too shaken to run for it again. As he finished putting some canned food into a store cupboard, Suzanne whispered in a puzzled voice: "You could have been killed, Sasha. Why did you come after me?"

Sasha looked at her, an unfamiliar expression on his face. He seemed to be troubled. "If I hadn't, you would be dead," he replied. This was probably true, but it did nothing to explain his actions. Nothing believable, anyway. Up until now, Suzanne had been sure that Sasha existed solely to enjoy causing other people pain. There was no way that he seemed capable of any depth of feeling. So why did it seem as if he was upset at the thought of her dying?

Suzanne dragged her shaking body to her feet and stumbled towards Sasha. She flung her arms around him and hugged for dear life. "Thank you," she whispered, the words muffled since her mouth was pressed into Sasha's neck. He slid his arms around her in response, and rested his cheek on the top of her head, holding her until her shaking subsided once more.

***

Several days passed; Suzanne wasn't sure exactly how many. They settled into a semblance of a routine, twisted as it was. Sasha was generally out during the day, after having determined that the landmine infested woods were impassable and it was an un-walkable distance to civilization along the road. So, escape looking ever more unlikely, Suzanne busied herself with sleeping, and attempting to keep herself as fit as possible without the use of any equipment to help her. And waiting for Sasha to come home.

She was becoming attached to him, and that was a problem. He made her feel alive; like the time that she had first flown solo or rode a bike by herself, even. He was rough and he was brutal but he was beautiful and passionate and intense and she lo --

*No. Stop right there.*

It was definitely a problem. Suzanne had a job to do -- to finish, and people were relying on her. She needed to get to a phone. Sasha had a mobile but he'd never left it where she could get at it without him knowing. She was going to have to think of something, she was running out of time. If she wasn't careful, she was going to be late, in more ways than one.

The opportunity presented itself in the end. They were making dinner, and Sasha left Suzanne in charge of stirring the food while he went upstairs to take a shower. She turned away from the cooker to find that he'd left his mobile on the kitchen table. Strange. She waited for several moments, and then heard Sasha enter the bathroom and turn on the shower. It was perfect. She grabbed the phone and dialled the number for her contact, quickly stirring their dinner while making sure that she was in sight of the stairs. She'd see his shadow approach in time to put the phone back so that he was none the wiser.

It seemed to ring forever, and Suzanne bit her lip in trepidation. Was she too late? A strange mixture of emotion washed over her at that thought. Something else not to think about. The call connected just in time to spare her having to identify her emotions.

Silence. She spoke quietly, identifying herself with her call sign and password only. The person on the other end of the line was satisfied, and confirmed their identity to her. "Report?" Suzanne asked softly.

"Intelligence confirms they are acting on your information and moving into position," the voice replied. "We will be ready to meet them. Everything is going as planned."

"When?"

"Approximately seven hours. A team will be ready for extraction. Location?"

"Can you trace the position of this call?"

"Of course."

"Then it will be from here."

"Agreed. We will extract you as soon as the operation begins."

Suzanne's breath caught in her throat and she didn't respond for a moment. She had no idea that things were going to happen so soon.

"Ma'am?" the voice on the other end of the line enquired.

"Yes," she replied, trying to mentally shake herself. "I'll be ready."

"I'm glad to hear your voice again, ma'am. See you back at Operations."

"Thank you," Suzanne replied, and ended the call. A moment later, the shower turned off. She searched through the unfamiliar language of the menus of the phone, trying to find the call logs. She found the entry for the call that she had just made and deleted that single entry, thankful that the mobile phone was a Nokia and she was familiar enough with it to do this even if she wasn't sure of all of the language. She placed the phone back on the table exactly as if it hadn't been disturbed, and returned to stirring their dinner.

Sasha returned to the kitchen feeling slightly uneasy but not sure why. He spotted the phone on the table and instantly recognised his potentially massive mistake. It didn't look as if it had been moved, but he couldn't be sure. "Dinner's ready," Suzanne said over her shoulder absently. When he didn't reply, she turned to look at him, a puzzled look on her face.

He still didn't say anything. Suzanne followed his gaze to rest on the mobile, then looked back up at him, a look of slight disappointment and embarrassment on her face. She looked away again, then turned back to the cooker and busied herself with stirring. The intention was to make him realise that she hadn't touched the phone. Of course she hadn't, and how could he think such a thing of her? He still wasn't moving, so she sniffed a couple of times softly, willing tears to come to her eyes.

Sasha trusted Suzanne not to try to hurt him, and she hadn't tried to leave when he'd left her in the house on her own. But to leave his phone where she could get to it? He wasn't so sure that she wouldn't have tried to contact someone. Not until he heard her sniffling, at least. He swore under his breath softly, walked up towards her and slipped his phone into his pocket on the way. He slid his arms around her from behind and slid his mouth to her neck, nuzzled gently.

Suzanne wiped the tears from her face angrily and redoubled her efforts in stirring, attempting to ignore Sasha in his quest for the extra sensitive area below her ear. "Come here," he whispered, turning her around in his arms.

"No," she replied sulkily, trying to stop him from turning her to face him, but she wasn't trying too hard. He pulled her away from the cooker and leaned her against the table. "Dinner's going to burn," she warned, and he shrugged, sliding his hand along the back of her thigh and up to her arse, sliding the oversized shirt she was wearing out of the way as he went. He slid his other hand to her cheek and pulled her towards him, trying to placate her with a kiss that was far more tender than he usually offered. She pulled away from him, still putting up a façade of protest in order to save face. He pulled her back and kissed harder.

Needing to draw his attention away from his phone, Suzanne didn't protest any further as Sasha lifted her onto the table and laid her back, then unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it out of the way. He slid his palms from the bottom of her breast down to her hips, laid a gentle kiss just above her pubic hair. She gasped as her body jerked sharply. She was burning immediately, her legs parting automatically and without her consent. He slid her towards the edge of the table, leaned over her to look directly in her eyes and slid one finger into her mouth. She licked for a moment, then sucked gently until he withdrew it again. He slid the wet finger over one of her nipples in a slow spiralling pattern, and she moaned in frustration.

Sasha repeated his actions, sliding his wet finger over Suzanne's other breast. She arched against him, murmured in Serbian the equivalent of "Oh please just fuck me Sasha!" He slid his finger to her mouth and shushed her, slid his mouth against her ear again.

"Don't talk," he whispered softly. "Just relax." He slid his finger into her mouth again, then slid the torturing wet digit down into her pubic hair and onto her clitoris. He stroked just long enough to tease, leaned over and slid a nipple into his mouth and sucked for a moment. Suzanne writhed, and then Sasha bit into her nipple. A low moan escaped her and she shuddered as her body surged into orgasm. Sasha smiled, slid back up to kiss her as her body relaxed again.

"I have to go out tomorrow," Sasha whispered. "Early. I should be back by midday." He was already sliding back down, parting her legs again and she felt his breath on her thighs. Oh god. Thinking was becoming difficult.

If he was going out in the morning, it meant that he was going to do a job. And the only job it could possibly be was the one she had given them information on. If he went there, he would die. And she couldn't warn him without telling him why. Oh god.

She'd have to stop him. She was glad she had one more trick up her sleeve that would allow her to do that. He was by no means a good or decent man, but she wasn't going to kill him. And she wasn't going to ask herself why, either.

Sasha slid one finger inside her and his tongue onto her clitoris and Suzanne lost her train of thought completely. She slid her hands into his hair and ran her nails over his scalp, pulling him closer. He groaned in contentment and the vibrations from his voice caused Suzanne to come again.

"Please Sasha," she whispered, and he rose to his feet.

He unbuttoned his pants and leaned over her, and Suzanne raised her legs and locked them around his back. The head of his penis nudged against her opening, and Suzanne whined in anticipation. Sasha braced his forearms on the table on either side of Suzanne's head, and slid up and down for a moment, feeling a warm, inviting wetness drawing him towards her. She slid her arms along his sides until she reached his arse, and pulled a little. He bumped against her harder, stretched her opening slightly until she moaned in eagerness, then pulled back out to rest against her. She looked up at him, saw the look in his eyes and knew exactly what he wanted.

"Sasha..." she whispered softly, sliding her hand back across his hips and brushing her fingers across the length of his penis and down to her clitoris. She stroked for a moment, let her head fall backwards as she moaned in pleasure and he groaned in response. She looked back into his eyes as she whispered "I'm hot and I'm wet." She slid a finger inside herself and then pulled it back out to stroke along his penis again. "See? Don't you want to feel that?"

His mock resistance never did last long. Sasha cured the ache inside Suzanne with one forceful thrust which caused her to whine in pain-laced pleasure as he settled inside her. She slid her hands back to his arse and pulled, wanting him to move even harder. Every thrust was causing her to cry out in pain as he bumped her cervix, and she scratched her nails along his back until he had to hold her arms down. She came again, and her lust for pain lessened as her body calmed down again. Sasha slowed his movement inside her and she moaned in appreciation. He let her arms go and she slid them around him, one sliding into his hair and stroking through it.

"Aleksandar," she whispered, using his full Christian name for the first time. "I..." She stopped herself from saying something very stupid. "You're so beautiful."

He looked at her for a moment, wondered what she had meant to say, but she wouldn't look at him and so he couldn't tell. She slid her hand between his legs and squeezed his balls gently and he forgot all about what she had started to say.

The dinner was burned, but they ate it anyway. Suzanne was quiet during the meal, worrying about the night ahead. Sasha didn't notice; he was relaxed and he had a full belly and he was never much of a talker, anyway. Suzanne sneaked to the bathroom while they were cleaning the dishes, a sharp knife concealed in her shirt sleeve. She sat on the toilet with her left foot dangling over the bath, and felt along the arch of her foot for two small bumps. Grimacing, she slid the knife into the skin to the side of the left bump, and a small capsule plopped out of the wound, along with a ridiculous amount of blood. She ran her foot under the cold water and pressed tissue paper to the cut until the bleeding stopped, washing the capsule in the water as well. She hid the knife in the cistern of the toilet before padding down the stairs again.

Suzanne busied herself preparing a hot drink for both of them, breaking open the capsule and dumping the contents into Sasha's cup while his back was turned. They drank their tea and then plodded upstairs to bed, Suzanne's stomach in knots at the thought of what was about to happen. Sasha sank onto the bed, the sedative already taking its toll on him. He frowned; he knew that something was wrong but he didn't have the energy to do anything about it. Suzanne lifted his face towards her and stroked his cheek gently.

"I'm sorry Sasha," she whispered softly. "Please believe that I'm doing this to try to help you. I can't let them kill you." She wasn't sure if he could hear her, but she had to say something. She knew that he would be mad as hell when he woke up in the morning.

Suzanne didn't sleep. She sat up and watched Sasha sleep as she waited for her extraction team to arrive. The sound of an approaching engine signalled that she had to leave. She had slid on a pair of his pants as well as the shirt, but his boots were ridiculously large and so she had to go barefoot. She checked that Sasha was still sleeping soundly, then kissed him gently before creeping downstairs. She had to wipe tears from her eyes before she opened the door and met the familiar face of her handler waiting to meet her.

***

Sasha knew that something was wrong as soon as he woke up. His body was heavy and his head was groggy. He usually woke up instantly; a necessity in his line of work. And the other side of the bed was empty. And cold. And it was light. Shit! He laid back in the bed, trying to clear the fog in his head. She's gone.

What could have gone wrong? He never overslept, and he never woke up feeling like this. The dinner had been burned, yes, but it wasn't poisonous. She's gone.

He leaned his head over the edge of the bed and threw up, his body expelling the majority of last night's meal, and whatever was causing him to feel like this. She's gone.

Sasha grabbed his rifle and his handgun and ran downstairs, checking to make sure that yes, she really was gone. Shit, shit, shit. He tried to calm himself so that he could think. His first priority was to get to his earlier destination, and find out what had happened. Then he could worry about finding the girl. He jumped into his truck and sped off, anger burning through the throbbing in his head. He almost couldn't believe what he found.

Bodies. He'd expected bodies, but not the ones that lay on the ground in front of him. Someone had ambushed the Serb soldiers, and they lay dead in the mud, weapons strewn where they had dropped them. He spotted Boskovic and his commanding officer, and several others whose names eluded him, but they had all been stationed at the base from which he removed Suzanne. He left, not wanting to be a target for any snipers that might have been left behind, just in case.

The anger overtook his calm now as a hundred thoughts ran through Sasha's head at once. She'd lied to him. She'd told them what they wanted to hear and they had believed her, biding her time until she could escape. She'd kept him happy with sex and lured the soldiers into a trap that was meant for him, as well. A wave of emotion washed over him that felt dangerously close to pain and he viciously kicked the side of the truck in frustration. He was meant to be dead here, too!

But she'd drugged him. Stopped him from leaving the house on time. Why? What could she have possibly gained by him not turning up to do his job as he'd been ordered? He growled furiously as he realised that this now looked as if he'd been the one who'd set them up. The chances of him getting out of this alive were slim indeed.

It was past midday. If she'd left after he'd fallen asleep, she would have had hours to get away now. He'd never find her today. Deciding that his best chance for survival was to get away from the scene as quickly as possible, he got back into the truck and headed east as fast as the shitheap could manage. He ground his teeth in frustration as he tried to work out a plan of action. He wasn't going to stop until he found her, and he didn't care where he had to go to do it. And when he did, she was going to regret it.

***

Suzanne had to endure a physical and psych evaluation on her return to Operations, and had been recommended four months of leave to aid in her recovery. On closer inspection of the available information, Intelligence had discovered that Aleksandar Jovanovic had not been among those killed during the fire-fight. Still, they'd managed to take out the leader and a great number of the soldiers, and so the mission was classed as a partial success.

She wasn't sure how four months of sitting around and doing nothing was going to help her feel better, but she wasn't going to complain. She was just glad that they hadn't started questioning her about why Sasha hadn't been where he was supposed to be that morning. She had fallen into a carefully constructed routine designed with the intent to numb her brain, and she was walking around in a daze for the most part.

It had been ten weeks, but Sasha was still preying on Suzanne's mind. She was sure he was going to come after her, and a part of her was dreading that and what he would do. However, another small part of her ached at the thought that maybe he wouldn't bother coming to find her. She felt utterly confused whenever she thought about him; it made her flinch at the memory of her bruises but she also felt a twinge of longing. She dreamt about him while she slept and spent her days trying to push him out of her mind, with little success. She often found herself daydreaming, her body burning at the memory of his hands and mouth moving over her skin.

The torture didn't last much longer. Suzanne returned home tired after a day spent aimlessly wandering through the local shopping centre. She dropped her bags in the hallway and traipsed up the stairs and into her bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind her. She pulled her hair out of its pony tail and began unbuttoning her shirt, then froze as she heard the bedroom door close behind her.

Sasha stood leaning against the bedroom door, his arms casually folded and that characteristic look of brutal determination on his face. He looked a little tidier than usual, although he still wasn't clean shaven. The look in his eyes was difficult to fathom completely, but Suzanne didn't miss the smouldering anger within them. She felt her nether regions stir treacherously at the sight of him and took an involuntary step backwards, eyes darting about in search of any available weapons but finding nothing.

"Hello Sasha," she whispered softly, standing awkwardly still as she tried to figure out what he was going to do. He didn't reply. "What do you want?" she asked, suddenly conscious of the fact that her breasts were poking out of her half unbuttoned shirt.

Sasha snorted derisively as he pushed himself away from the door and stalked towards Suzanne. She raised her chin in defiance and refused to back away. He stopped in front of her, so close that his chest almost brushed against her breasts.

"You know why I'm here, my little slut," he growled softly in Serbian. He slid his hand to her cheek and gripped painfully. "You lied to me, and you set me up. And you're going to die." Suzanne slapped his hand away from her cheek, then landed another blow to his left eye. He caught her wrist before she could hit the other side of his face and bent it behind her back painfully. She whimpered, then kneed Sasha in the balls in an attempt to escape. He grunted, his grip relaxing on her arm as he bent over in pain.

"Let's get a couple of things straight Sasha," Suzanne said, kicking him again as it looked as if he might straighten up. "Yes, I lied to you. It was my job. As for setting you up? I did that too. But if I hadn't done things the way that I did, you would be dead right now, and you know it."

Sasha straightened slowly, then shoved Suzanne against the wall, pinning her down. "Am I supposed to be grateful?" he growled, his hand holding her jaw still.

"That I risked my own life to save yours?" Suzanne replied. Sasha raised an eyebrow at that, unimpressed. "Yes, you should be. You were supposed to turn up to do your job and get slaughtered with the rest of them, but I stopped you from going. My employers are not exactly forgiving, Sasha. If they find out what I did, they'll kill me."

Sasha was silent for a moment. He hadn't dared let himself think that perhaps Suzanne hadn't wanted him to get hurt. The thought niggled at him, but he pushed it aside coldly. "Don't worry," he replied, sliding his hand to her throat and starting to squeeze. "I'll save them the trouble."

"I understand that you're angry Sasha," Suzanne said. "That you feel as if I used you. But we didn't exactly have a traditional honest and loving relationship going on. I still didn't want them to hurt you, though. I need you to understand that I did what I did because it was the only way I could stop them from killing you. And that was all that was important to me."

He didn't believe her, he couldn't. He'd spent too long being as angry as hell over her making a fool of him, and he wasn't about to let her do it again. So he ignored the look of pain on her face and chose to think only about the fact that everything else she'd ever said to him had been a lie. He gradually tightened his grip on her neck until she started to squirm desperately.

Suzanne wasn't going to accept Sasha's punishment without a fight. She punched him in the stomach and he grunted in pain, his grip loosening on her throat enough so that she could push him away from her. She hit him again in the jaw, but he grabbed her arm and held her still, a backhander to her cheek causing her to stagger in pain.

Sasha was slightly surprised by Suzanne's return to her original more aggressive self. He wondered how much of her submissive behaviour had been an act to make him feel secure enough to trust her. It had certainly worked. He pulled her against him and slid his mouth to her ear.

"All that time you spent screaming for me," he whispered. "All the times you writhed around underneath me and moaned my name. Was doing your job really worth being a whore for me?" Suzanne frowned at Sasha's hard description of past events.

"That wasn't a part of my job," she whispered, and Sasha sneered. He didn't believe her. He wouldn't.

"Was doing your job really worth leaving?" he growled. Suzanne's breath caught in her throat. How was she supposed to answer that?

"I..." she started, taking a shaky breath. "I didn't want to leave like that. But I couldn't have stayed, Sasha. I mean, you couldn't have expected me to be happy sitting naked in a house all day just waiting for you to come home so that you could screw me?"

Sasha growled again in disgust, shoved Suzanne away from him and turned away. She staggered for a moment, but regained her balance without falling over. He still looked angry, but now there was something else there as well. He brought his hand up and rubbed his face, then raked it through his hair angrily before turning to face her again.

"I should have killed you when Cavoski told me to," he said quietly, his right hand sliding to his back. He produced his handgun, switched off the safety and held it pointed at the floor beside him.

"You don't mean that," Suzanne replied, her voice even. "And you know it." He was not going to kill her. Sasha snorted, walked towards her slowly.

"You think so?" he asked, raising the gun to her eye level. "Do you really think I'm not going to kill you, baby?"

Suzanne hoped not, but she wasn't prepared to take any chances. She grabbed his wrist with one hand and slammed her elbow down onto his forearm. He growled in pain, and she swung her elbow back up and slammed it into the side of his face. He dropped the gun, but it wasn't going to be enough for her to escape. He was still as tough as nails and he recovered in a split second.

The girl used the second that Sasha was recovering to make a run for the door. She managed to claw it open before he grabbed her by her shirt collar and shoved her forwards, slamming the door shut and her chest straight into it. He yanked her around to face him and slid his hand into her hair, pulling viciously.

"You're not getting away from me ever again," he growled, slapping her in the face as she continued to struggle. "I told you that you were mine, and I meant it!" Suzanne refused to stay still, kicking, hitting and scratching with every last remaining ounce of strength in her limbs.

"I do not belong to you!" she screamed. "You don't own me, Sasha! And you can't just make me do what you want!"

Sasha smiled nastily, slid his free hand to Suzanne's chin and held her eyes level with his. "Who are you trying to convince?" he asked softly, which renewed Suzanne's anger. She lashed out at him again, and they fought for several minutes. Sasha eventually slammed Suzanne back against the wall, his hips grinding into hers. He held her head tightly in his hands and kept her still as he kissed her, hard. There was absolutely nothing gentle in his actions; he was vicious and brutal, and Suzanne repaid him in kind. She continued to hit and scratch at him, and bit his lower lip until she tasted his blood filling her mouth. He grunted in pain, lifted his head away from her and punched her in the left eye, hard.

Suzanne was stunned for a moment from the force of Sasha's blow to her face, and she couldn't stop him as he pulled her away from the wall and threw her on to her bed. He followed immediately, straddling her legs and holding her arms above her head. He ripped open her shirt the rest of the way and yanked her bra aside, grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed harshly. Suzanne hissed in pain and started to struggle, but he had his weight on top of her and she couldn't get any leverage. Sasha was not impressed by her continued struggling, and bent down to catch her other nipple in his teeth. She groaned, arched against him as her body tried to decide whether it wanted him dead, or inside her.

He leaned to the side for a moment so that he could unzip Suzanne's trousers and drag them off her legs, but she was having none of it. She kicked at him, then wriggled away as best she could. She got one arm free and hit him in the face, then shoved at his chest, trying to get him off her completely. No chance. She was strong, but he was heavier. And he was far more used to this sort of thing than she was.

Suzanne was panicking. If she let him touch her she would melt, and she knew it. But she couldn't get him off her, no matter how much she hurt him. He was determined to do what he wanted to do, regardless of her opinion of the situation. He succeeded in getting rid of her trousers -- and her underwear -- and slid back on top of her, forcing his legs between hers.

They continued their fight, Sasha alternating randomly between stroking her and hitting, kissing and biting. Suzanne fought him tooth and nail for as long as she could, but eventually found herself kissing him back, no less brutally than him. She groaned in anger as she felt his hand slide over her stomach and down into her pubic hair. He slid his fingers inside her, and found her wet.

"You see?" he growled, bringing his hand up to Suzanne's face and wiping the moisture onto her mouth. "You always did enjoy me being in charge. What's the point of being alone with no one around to fuck you until you scream? You'll always be my little whore. Won't you?"

Suzanne closed her eyes, angry hot tears falling down her cheeks. She relaxed her body for a moment, trying to regain some of her strength. If he wanted an answer then it would be a long time coming.

Sasha didn't care. He took advantage of Suzanne's stillness and settled his body over hers, pushed inside her slowly. Suzanne arched against him, hissing in response but not knowing if it was pleasure or pain. He let go of her arms, and she slid them around his back, scratching with enough pressure to draw blood even through his clothes. Her treacherous body reacted instantly to the familiar feeling of him being inside her, and her legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Sasha moaned in response, gentled his movements inside her until Suzanne whined in pleasure.

Sasha slid onto his back beside Suzanne after they had finished, and she didn't miss the careful way in which he moved, settling himself with a wince. Dried blood was caked onto his lip and his nose from where she'd hit and bitten him. She felt similarly battered.

"This is ridiculous," Suzanne said softly, looking over at Sasha.

"Mmm," he agreed, wincing again as he looked towards her. Her face had fared little better than his own; he leaned over and stroked some hair out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry Sasha," Suzanne whispered. "For leaving. I really am."

He sighed. Closed his eyes and leaned back again. "I'm sorry I was going to kill you."

"You weren't going to though," she replied. "Were you?"

Sasha looked back towards Suzanne, a look of seriousness on his face that told her that yes, he had intended to kill her. She bit her lip and looked away.

"So what do we do now?" she asked.

"Stay with me," he said quietly, and Suzanne's heart leapt into her throat.

"Where?" she asked, her mind suddenly racing with the thought that Sasha wanted her with him again.

"I don't care," he replied, sliding his palm over her breasts. Suzanne moaned in response, her back arching automatically until she noticed the pain that the move caused. He groaned in pain as he dragged himself upwards so that he could slide a nipple into his mouth and suck gently. Suzanne slid her hands to his shoulders and proceeded to remove Sasha's clothes as quickly as their aching muscles would allow. He turned around and parted Suzanne's thighs gently, slid his tongue down onto her clitoris and started to suck.

Suzanne nudged Sasha until he straddled her head and she could return the favour. He moaned softly as he felt her mouth envelope him, warm and wet and incredible. He slid two fingers inside her as he sucked, stroked them in circles inside her until she whined in pleasure, the vibrations in her mouth causing him to shudder in response. Shaking, he turned around again, slid her legs against her chest and pushed against her opening gently.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice hoarse from arousal, the way that made her shudder in pleasure.

Suzanne wanted answers for herself first. "Do you love me, Sasha?" she asked, her hands stroking his hair gently. He frowned, and Suzanne didn't think he would answer.

"You wouldn't still be alive if I didn't," he replied. Suzanne sighed in relief, but she wanted to hear him say it for himself.

"Then tell me," she whispered, holding his eyes level with hers.

An eternity passed by. They stared at each other for several moments, then Sasha nodded slowly. "I love you," he murmured, and Suzanne smiled in relief. "Now tell me to fuck you!" he growled, and she did, with pleasure. Sasha slid inside her, hard, causing her to gasp in pain-laced satisfaction.

"Don't stop," Suzanne whispered softly against Sasha's ear. "Don't ever stop." Sasha moaned softly, slid his mouth down to cover one of her breasts again and sucked hungrily until Suzanne came, her body jerking against him erratically. He followed shortly afterwards, collapsing on top of her as his worn out body refused to hold itself up any longer. They slept, Sasha still inside Suzanne and his weight half crushing her, but she didn't care. They could decide what the hell they were going to do later.

 

non-con: night visit

 

 

Lily stirred uncomfortably, and realised she had rolled over onto her stomach. Still half asleep, she groaned as she felt the stiffness of a troubled night settle into her bones, and shooting pains run from her neck to the bottom of her spine. As she came to her senses, she realised it was still pitch dark. She was never one for waking through the night, not before all of the shit at work, but now she was lucky to get a couple of hours before she woke up drenched in sweat.

That wasn't all, though. The pain and stiffness in her spine wasn't just from sleeping. There was a figure sitting on top of her, straddling her thighs so that she could not move, and fear gripped her in a vice. As soon as she tried to turn her head to scream, a hand tightened in her hair and shoved her face into the pillow, hard enough to stifle her voice and restrict her breathing. Lily bucked, scrabbling as she tried to twist her arms behind herself to scratch at the person holding her down. They pinned her left arm under their elbow, and she felt a callused hand grip her right wrist hard enough to cut off her circulation.

Lily's attacker leaned forward so that they were lying practically on top of her, and she felt the hard muscle of a male torso pressing into her back. His lips and breath were hot against her ear, stubble rasping her skin as he started to talk.

"Nice to see ya again, Bay," he growled, and ice trickled into Lily's ear and spread throughout her aching body. He had used the nickname to be certain she knew who he was, but she would have recognised that voice anywhere. The townie accent and the cocksure attitude that had made her cheeks blaze at the bank. Back Bay, he had called her. Almost spat it like a curse, as if he assumed she was from some rich, stuck up old-money family that would look on him as scum.

Despite being exhausted and half suffocated, Lily let out an anguished moan that was only slightly muffled by the pillow in her face. He smiled, she could feel his mouth curl against her ear, and she clawed at the bed sheets in frustrated fury.

She knew his name. Lily had never met him, or even come close to him in the street, but she knew him by reputation and despite the masks, she had recognised his voice as soon as they had entered the bank. She had done everything she could to stay away from that kind of crowd, but here she was, with a bank robber -- a convicted murderer bank robber -- about to kill her in her own bed.

His smile turned into a nasty laugh as he heard her whimper. "Wanna know why I'm here, baby?" he asked, but did not release any of the pressure on her head to allow Lily to speak. "Remind me, Bay. What did I say I would do, if you talked to the fucking cops?" He finally allowed her a fraction of breathing space, and Lily gasped for air while she had the chance. Ben tightened his grip on her scalp and she whined in pain.

"I didn't talk to the-"

The pillow cut her off again as Ben shoved her face back down. "I said, what did I say I would do, if you talked to the fucking cops, huh? Remember where we were, in the back of the van, when I was grinding my cock into your tight little ass cheeks and you were squealing for fucking mercy? What were my exact fucking words, Bay?"

No. There was no way that she was going to repeat what he had said. Ben's words, and the memory of what he had done to her when they were alone in the van made her skin crawl. But then he wrenched on her hair until Lily felt sick with the agony of it, and she couldn't hold out any longer.

"You- you said," she croaked, so quietly she almost couldn't hear herself. "You'd come back, and fuck me and kill me."

"That's exactly right, Back Bay," Ben growled. "And now, here we fucking are."

"But I didn't talk to the Police!" Lily insisted. "They questioned me! I didn't go talk to them!"

"Spare me, Bay," he hissed. "They didn't teach us fucking syntax in the pen, baby. There was you, there was them, there was talking."

"But I didn't tell them anything!" Lily insisted.

"Course you didn't, baby." The sarcasm dripped from Ben's voice like poison. "What you do? Sit in the Fed's office, drinking his coffee and discussing the state of the fucking economy?" Lily hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she dare say what had come to mind, but she was already screwed. It couldn't really get much worse than soon-to-be-dead.

"Look, I'm not blind. I don't walk around with my head in the sand. I know who you are, you live like three miles away from my house. If I had talked to the Police, they would have broken your door down and hauled you away by now, and you know it. You want to do this anyway, then go ahead. But don't you dare try to tell me I asked for it, you fucking townie knuckle-dragger!"

"Oh, Bay," Ben said, laughing again. "You got some fucking balls, considering where we are. I give you five minutes before you start to beg." He loosened his grip on her hair, and repositioned himself so that he had imprisoned both of her wrists in one of his massive, rough hands. Her wavy dark hair was still tangled in his fingers, and he gave it a vicious tug to remind her not to move. In the next moment, Lily heard a metallic click, and then the cold metal barrel of a gun was pressing into the soft pale flesh of her throat.

Jesus. She was immediately transported back to that fucking van, kneeling with her face thrust into the cold metal wall, with Ben's muscled body welded to her back. He had his gun pressing into her neck and his mouth snug against her ear as he talked, and his cock was rock hard as he ground it against her ass. The heat in his voice was mortifying as he explained, in his blunt and repulsive way, exactly what he would do to her if she dared try to turn them in.

Ben said she had begged for mercy, and it was true. He was a goddamned lowlife, and the thought of him laying his hands on her was abhorrent. She had just watched this man bash in the skull of one of her colleagues and shoot another. She knew what he was capable of, and the hard cock at her ass told her exactly what he wanted to do to her. She had begged and promised him the world, and in the end all it had done was buy her time.

He was hard. Lily had no idea when that had happened, but the sudden realisation snapped her back to the present with a bang. She felt panic rise in her chest as Ben started circling his hips against her, teeth grazing her earlobe before he spoke once again.

"Yeah, you're gonna beg, baby. I'm gonna hold you down and slam my dick inside your cunt so hard you see stars. You're gonna beg, and then you're gonna scream for me while I tear you apart with my cock. And I am gonna love every fucking minute of this, Bay. Right up until I fucking break you."

Ben shifted his weight once again, leaning to the side so that he could flip Lily on to her back and then slide on top of her once again. He still held her wrists against the bed above her head, gun wedged into the hollow of her throat. It was hard to see in the gloom, but he noticed the moisture trailing down her cheeks.

"Save em for someone who gives a fuck, baby," he snorted, and Lily scowled in embarrassed fury. As he settled his weight back over her, he made sure that his cock was pressed directly against her clit, and Lily tried to squirm away, but she had no hope of moving him. He was wearing a wife beater, and in the pale moonlight Lily could make out the curve of his bicep as he held her wrists in place. He was all muscle and attitude, his body deliberately hardened and designed to intimidate, and it was working.

He slid one of his legs inside hers, and nudged with his knee until he was pressing his thigh onto her pubic mound. Lily shuddered; his legs were as cut as his arms and for one terrifying moment she felt her body flush as he hit exactly the right place to make her clit hum with pleasure.

Desperate to distract herself from the mortifying tingle of arousal, Lily spat back an insult to make up for Ben's previous trash talking. "Pull my nightie back down when you're done, will you? I mean, it's not like I'm going to notice."

He laughed. He was big, big enough that he was going to hurt her if he didn't take it easy, and they both knew it. But it wasn't even that which had made him laugh, Lily knew. She had seen him before, had seen the way he interacted with people. She had seen the way that he swaggered around town. He was completely at ease with himself, and utterly self-confident. She couldn't dent his ego with an assault tank, never mind bare-handed and at his mercy as he held her down against her bed.

"Aw, baby," he murmured. "You're gonna get this so fucking hard." His blue eyes hardened as he suddenly pulled her even closer, making sure that she had no way to look away from him as he spoke. "You try to wake the neighbours, and I will fuck you up, Bay. Beyond all fucking recognition. Do you get that?"

She got that. Ben knew how to intimidate, and Lily couldn't help but tremble as his eyes bored into hers, the barely suppressed violence evident in his face. Satisfied that she understood his terms, Ben finally slid the safety back onto his gun and buried it in his pants at the small of his back. With his free hand he cupped her chin, lifting her face and holding it immobile as he leaned down to taste her.

His mouth was hot and hungry, and Lily groaned in surprise as Ben kissed her, deeper than any man had ever bothered to kiss her before. His tongue played at the corners of her lips, and he slid his thigh harder against her clit, building a steady rhythm as he melded their bodies together even closer. Lily wrenched her mouth away and gasped for breath, flexing against his hold on her arms with all the strength that she could muster. Ben grabbed her by the hair once again.

"Do yourself a favour, Bay," he growled. "You can fight me all you want, but you ain't gonna win. So you can lie back and let me do ya, or I can start fucking up your face. Either way, I'm gonna empty my load inside you. You wanna still look pretty when I'm done, you open your fucking mouth and relax. Up to you."

Her brain screamed at her to lie still and do as he had told her. It was the least painful option, and it would be over eventually. Pride, however, had always been her undoing. "You think I'm going to just lie here and take it, you fucking window licking coke head? What's the matter, Ben? Don't have the balls to finish what you started?"

She was still struggling, and he was still holding her down with ease. A fucked up grin slowly spread across Ben's face, and that was even more terrifying than the thought of him just hitting her. He slid his mouth to Lily's ear and started to whisper, his voice coarse with arousal.

"You like it rough, baby?" he asked. "That it? You want me to hold you down and fuck you hard?" He slid his thigh again so that it was back in the exact position that had caused her clit to hum, and kept it there. Lily shuddered, her back arching off the bed before she could even think to hold still. "You wanna feel my dick stretch you wide open, huh?" he went on. "You wanna know how it feels when I pound the shit out of your cunt until you cry?" He felt her arching against him, and he let out an animal, guttural growl that made Lily flush with heat. He turned his head and buried his mouth into the sensitive skin beneath her ear, rasping his tongue along her throat until she couldn't help but whimper.

He looked up, and forced her eyes to meet his. "You fucking like this, don'tcha baby? My little Back Bay fucking slut."

That did it. Lily's anger finally cut through the embarrassment of Ben feeling her respond to him. She still couldn't break her arms or legs free, so she did the one thing that was still within her power. She spat in his face. He didn't react for a moment, just held still over her, staring, until Lily's saliva slowly dripped back down off his nose and onto her cheek. He loosened his grip on her hair, then smiled as he stroked his thumb over her face, smearing and rubbing her spit into her own skin. She turned her head away and he grabbed her by the chin to hold her steady.

"I don't need you to fucking spit, Bay," he growled. "You're already wet for me. You think I can't feel your cunt through my fucking pants?"

"Fuck you!" Lily hissed. "You're dreaming, you asshole." She never normally swore, but it seemed to be the only thing he understood.

"You think so?" Ben asked. He shifted his weight, used his other knee to force Lily's thighs wider apart so that he could force both his legs between hers. He took his hand from her chin and slid it downwards, across her heaving stomach and down over the lilac lace of her underwear. He settled his fingers so that the tips danced across her opening, and the length of his digits pressed against her clit. Lily let out a moan of disgust; she could feel that she had dampened her underwear and the thought made her sick. He chuckled at her, then hooked his fingers under her pants and slid them directly onto her slick opening. He pressed gently, not enough to actually slide inside her, but enough of a threat that Lily didn't dare move. His thumb followed, sliding onto her clit and rocking against it in a rhythm that made the muscles of her vagina pulse against her will.

Ben finally eased his fingers out of Lily's underwear and she sighed in relief, until she realised what he was about to do to her. He slid his fingers over her mouth, watching as he coated her lips with her own juices. She groaned in revulsion and he laughed once again.

"What'sa matter, Bay?" he asked. "Don't wanna see how you taste? Well, I do." He lowered his mouth to hers once again, sucking her lips into his mouth as he hungrily took in the taste of her. He leaned on her again, sliding his cock until it rested right at her opening, and started to grind against her as he deepened the kiss. She squirmed, but it only made him harder. She had never felt so thoroughly enveloped by a man before, so completely at his mercy, and the fear of what he was going to do was rapidly being swallowed by her fear of how her body was going to respond.

Ben came up for air and rested his mouth against Lily's ear once again. His breathing was ragged and hot against her skin. "Admit it, Bay," he whispered. "You fucking want this so goddamn bad."

She would rather die. "Yeah, Ben," Lily agreed, her voice stony. "Let go of my arms, and I'll show you exactly how much I fucking want it, you cock." She felt that damned smile against her ear again, and Ben raised his head to look down at her.

"Wanna fight, huh?" he murmured, squeezing the flesh of her wrists as he held them to her pillow. "You think you can win, Bay?" He dipped his head and flexed the muscles in his back and shoulders for a moment, before meeting Lily's eye again.

She was terrified, but she wasn't about to let him see that. "I'll wipe that cocky fucking smile off your face, for starters," she replied, and he laughed, but he loosened his grip on her wrists.

"Well, fucking take me out then, baby," he said, then released Lily's wrists completely. She yanked them down to her sides, flinching as the blood flow returned to her hands. Her arms were useless, all shooting pains and jelly, but she couldn't back down now. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and then slammed her fist into Ben's jaw.

His head turned to the side with the force of her blow, and he shook his head, the sharp intake of breath confirming that she had actually succeeded in hurting him. "Shit, baby," he growled, turning back to look at her. "That ain't bad for a little rich girl." As their gazes met again, he realised that her eyes were watering.

He grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand to look at it, and she flinched as he moved it. "Looks like you hurt yourself more than me though, Bay." He slid his hand onto hers, and Lily hissed in pain-fuelled anger, snatched her hand from his and started punching, slapping and scratching, ignoring the agony screaming through her fingers.

She had a good amount of his skin under her fingernails, and maybe even a bit of blood, but no matter what she did, she couldn't get Ben's weight off of her body. He laughed at her fury, didn't even bother to block her blows, and that just stoked her rage even further. She lifted her sore hand and landed a resounding slap to the side of his face that she had punched, and finally Ben had enough.

He grabbed her hands and held them still, staring her down as she continued to struggle against him. His arms were steel, and as he slowly lowered her hands back to the bed, crossed her wrists over and imprisoned them in one of his own hands above her head, there was nothing that she could do but growl in frustration.

For a moment he didn't do anything but stare at her, but as her breathing started to calm down and he knew he had her full attention, he slowly parted his lips back into that damned cocky smile. It was his way of showing her that she'd lost, and Lily wanted to kick him in the balls, but she didn't have the strength left to fight. She could feel the sting of her hand starting to swell, and Ben's tight grip on her wrists was only making it worse.

"What's the matter, dickhead?" Lily spat. "Can't take any more?" Ben sneered in response.

"You ain't gonna win this, baby," he growled back, and Lily huffed in disgust.

"Got a good sample of your fucking DNA under my nails though, didn't I?"

Ben laughed at that, his voice incredulous. He lowered his head to her ear, allowing his mouth to brush her flesh again as he talked. "That what you were after?" he asked. "Shit, baby, you coulda saved yourself the effort. I ain't leaving here until I've left my fucking DNA in every hole in your goddamned body. It'll be like a fucking all you can eat buffet."

He was bluffing, he had to be. Even if he was going to kill her when he was done, leaving his DNA all over her would be an express ticket back to jail. He wasn't stupid, despite the way he chose to make a living. The thought of it, though. Even just imagining what he was saying was enough to set her cheeks blazing.

Lily wrenched her head away from Ben's mouth, and he raised up on his elbows to look at her again, grabbing her chin to turn her face back towards him. "Now shut up and open your fucking mouth, bitch," he growled, as he lowered his mouth back on to hers.

She would never have pegged him as a kisser, not from looking at him. But from the way that he devoured her mouth, and the way that he ground his cock into her pubic bone so hard it almost hurt, it was obvious that he loved it. Ben let go of Lily's chin and slid his hand down underneath her instead, grabbed her ass and pulled her against him even harder as if he just couldn't get enough. There was something about being so obviously desired by this man that made Lily tremble. She moaned against his mouth and he groaned in response, the rumble of his voice vibrating through her body and awakening that terrifying hum inside her once again.

His mouth was soft, and the contrast with the sharp stubble of his tache and soul patch rubbing her face made Lily shiver. He slid his hand back up to her face and stroked his thumb over her bottom lip, pulling downwards until she relented and opened her mouth for him. She considered biting the tongue that slowly licked its way inside her, but the thought of having his blood in her mouth made her pause.

Jesus. He knew what he was doing with his mouth, and Lily found herself trembling again as Ben's hot tongue rasped against the tip of hers. His restless hand slid from her mouth and back down to her underwear, and as he slid beneath the slippery fabric and eased one finger inside her, Lily couldn't keep herself from whining into Ben's mouth.

His hands were massive compared to hers; his long, thick fingers were callused from manual work, and when he turned his finger inside her and beckoned towards her vaginal wall, Lily's tremble turned into a shudder. Her hips rocked against him of their own accord, and she felt Ben smile in satisfaction against her mouth.

He was burning hot; Lily could feel his body heat even through their layers of clothes and as she tried to frantically inhale enough air to stay conscious, Ben's scent overloaded her senses. He was musky and spicy, and a little bit sweaty; exactly what she would have expected from a townie thug, and she groaned as she felt her body start to surrender.

It was sick, and wrong, the way her body was reacting, and Lily would have given anything for it to stop. But as Ben slid a second finger inside her and increased the pressure on her clit she drew her feet up to her ass, pushing against the mattress to lift her hips closer to his hand.

"Fuck, Bay," he groaned as he finally came up for air. "You're so frigging tight. How long's it been since you had a cock inside you?" He twirled and flexed his fingers inside her, and Lily almost choked on her response.

"A while," she replied, biting her lip as a wave of heat sent delicious pulses of pleasure straight to the spot inside her that Ben was rubbing with his finger tip. Her muscles were starting to contract, and she knew he could feel it too.

"Jesus," he went on. "My cock is gonna fucking kill you."

"My, I wonder how you even managed to get it through the front door," Lily said, her voice artificially sweet, and Ben chuckled.

"Let's shut that fucking smart mouth of yours, baby" he whispered. He slid one more finger into her, and changed the angle of his stroking, and heat flooded Lily's senses like a tidal wave.

"Oh, god!" she groaned, and her toes curled into the bed as she lifted her hips closer to him once again. He leaned in for another kiss, all stubble and muskiness and moaning in appreciation at the sounds that she was making, and Lily lost it. The muscles in her vagina squeezed his fingers hard, pulsing in rhythm as she whined into his mouth and collapsed back down into the sheets. He let her turn her head away from his mouth so that he could nuzzle the side of her neck until the tension eased back out of her body.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Ben whispered as he slid his hand to the waistband of his pants. "Now I'm gonna let you come on my cock." He loosened his pants and shoved his boxers out of the way, and Lily found herself staring, morbidly fascinated as his cock sprang to attention, pre-come glistening on the head as it bobbed against Ben's rock hard abs. He caught her looking and smiled, slid his fingers around his cock and gave it a couple of lazy strokes of his palm for her benefit. His fingers fit around his shaft easily, but Lily knew from the size of his hands that her own fingers would have no chance.

Ben slid in close, nudging Lily's thighs further apart with his knees so that he could get a good look at her while he lined his cock head up with her opening. He hadn't been fucking bluffing about the DNA, after all. Lily tensed, her body trembling as she strained against his hold on her. "Ben? You can't... You're not?"

"Gonna fuck you bareback?" he finished for her. "Hell yeah, Bay. You're gonna get it as nature fucking intended. You can thank me later, baby." He squeezed his cock against her entrance, and Lily started to buck in desperation.

She had promised herself that she wouldn't beg, no matter what, but having a drug-using ex con come inside her was a terrifying thought, no matter how good he was with his fingers. She begged, and pleaded, and cursed him, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Please, Ben. The condoms are in my bedside cabinet drawer. Please just fucking use them, they're right there, for Christ sake!"

"Shut the fuck up," Ben snarled, grabbing Lily's hip and holding her still for him. "You feel this?" he asked, as he slid his cock out of her entrance and rubbed the head over her quivering clit. The friction was intense, and electricity shot through her limbs until a whine escaped her lips.

"Oh yeah," he went on. "You fucking feel it, baby. You know how bad you want it. Just fucking relax."

It felt good. Better than good, but Lily couldn't shake the terror that had gripped her and twisted her stomach into knots. She writhed against the fingers that he was digging into her hip. "No Ben, please! Please don't do this, I can't do this!"

"Shit, baby," he growled, lowering his mouth to her ear again. "You forgotten what this is? You don't get a fucking say in this, remember? I'm gonna fuck you till I break you, bitch." He turned his head to the side and rested his cheek against hers as he repositioned the head of his cock against Lily's opening. Her cheek was wet with tears, and Ben froze.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he demanded, raising his head to stare down at her as if he truly did not understand her anguish. Incredulous, Lily closed her eyes and looked away. She hadn't wanted to give him the satisfaction of seeing more tears, but now here she was, sobbing, and even being ashamed for it. He grabbed her cheek and yanked her head back towards him, but she screwed her eyes shut tighter.

"Fucking look at me!" he spat, jerking her head back and forth when she refused to do what he wanted. She whined, and he roared, finally lifted his hand from her face. She knew he was going to hit her. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the way that his weight had shifted as he raised his fist and aimed it at her cheek. Lily braced herself for the pain, waited what felt like an age, but nothing came. She was holding her breath, and she could hear that Ben was panting in anger.

Nerves frazzled, she could no longer wait. Lily edged her eyes open and looked up, not daring to meet his eyes but desperate to know what he was going to do. He was tense as a bow, his fist still hovering in mid air next to his shoulder as he stared down at her shaking body. He took two slow, deep breaths, flexed his hand and lowered it so that it was gripping her cheek once again. His voice was as tense as his body as he repeated himself. "Look at me, Bay."

She knew about his temper. She had heard the rumours. She had seen it first hand when he had bashed Frank's skull with his gun, just because the man had talked back to him. He had been erratic and borderline psychotic during the raid, and from that Lily realised how much it must have taken for Ben to calm his anger now. How close she must have come to a black eye, and probably worse. So as much as her stomach churned at the thought, she opened her tear-stained eyes and looked up at him.

His eyes scoured hers and Lily felt her cheeks blazing as more tears fell down her face. His gaze burned, and in that one moment of intimacy it felt like he had suddenly taken more from her than he had all night. Ben tilted his head to the side and snorted as he somehow managed to read the expression on her face.

"You think I'm gonna make you sick? Give you fucking HIV or something, is that it, baby? Jesus Christ, Bay, I'm not fucking fried, alright?"

Lily gasped as she tried to get enough air into her lungs in between sobs. The knot in her stomach was easing, but she didn't understand why. Why the hell would he tell her the truth, even if he had every STD in the dictionary? He was still staring at her though, and although his eyes were still narrowed with anger, they were also earnest. If he was a liar, he was damned good.

She stopped crying, and Ben lowered his mouth and kissed her. It was crazy, having a make up kiss with her rapist, but that was definitely what it was, and it was somehow soothing, regardless of how wrong it was. He stroked his hand down and cupped her left breast, rubbing her nipple around in slow circles until she started to moan once again. Ben was still rock hard, and his cock had left a shining trail in her pubic hair as it rested against her body. As he slid his hand to her other breast and started to squeeze, Lily's hips rocked against him, and he was gone.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, his hand going straight to her thigh to part her legs wider for him. "Give me that fucking cunt, right now." He was lined up perfectly against her, and started to increase the pressure of his cock against her opening. Their eyes met again, there was a moment where Lily's body resisted, and then suddenly she was yelping and he was hissing as the head of his cock pushed inside her.

He needed more, that was obvious from the way his body was humming with tension against her, but Ben stayed still until Lily stopped grimacing in pain. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep and his teeth raking her lips as he wrapped his free arm around her head and held on tight, claiming every part of her body that he could reach as his.

Lily felt her thighs slip further open as her body started to relax, and Ben rocked his hips and eased his length inside her, not stopping until he felt his balls come to rest against her ass. She cried out sharply; he had gotten her wet, but it had been a long time and jesus, he was big. He filled her completely, the head of his cock bumping up against her cervix with every small movement of his hips. Once Lily got over the initial pain of his entry, though, Ben's body started to feel disturbingly comfortable against her.

He tore his mouth away from hers and raised his head to look at her, stared into her eyes as he inched backwards, pulling his cock from her body until only the head remained inside her. Lily bit her lip and held her breath to steel herself, expecting him to start pounding into her at any second.

Ben's eyes were smouldering as he looked at her, and as he slowly eased back inside Lily's body, his lids half closed as he tilted his head back and moaned in pleasure. She echoed his moan, fleetingly surprised at his gentle movements, but within another second she forgot all about everything except the feeling of his cock.

He was hot and hard, and yet smooth like velvet as he moved inside her. Lily whined as she felt the head of his cock and the veins along his shaft touching places inside her that she had no idea could feel so good. He pulled back and sank into her again, and again, and Lily brought her legs to her chest to draw him closer. He growled, tilting his hips and increasing his speed just a little, and she started to feel the heat rising within her once again.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, sliding his hand down Lily's body to strum his thumb against her clit. "You ready for more?"

She couldn't speak, but it didn't matter. Her throaty groan told him everything he needed to know as he found that perfect rhythm on her clit, and she felt herself squeezing down on his cock. He increased the speed of his thrusts until his movements became firm, then hard, then downright rough as he filled her over and over, sweat beading on his forehead and dampening her skin as he bent and pressed his brow to hers. It should have hurt, but Ben had matched his pace to hers all night, and he had managed to carry her along with him until she didn't care about pain anymore, she just needed him to fuck her brains out.

"Ben," she whispered, looking up at him and tugging on her wrists beneath his hand. "Please!"

He released them, and Lily whimpered in relief as he allowed her to bring her hands down from above her head. She slid her palms to the hem of his shirt and slipped underneath, flattening her hands against the flexing muscles in his abs. He groaned in response, body shuddering as he bit his lip, panting heavily in time with his animal thrusts.

Ben's eyes were wide, his attention focused completely on Lily as he pounded into her with a single-minded determination to make her come. His circling thumb on her clit became a pinch, and Lily's fingers curled, scratching over his skin in desperation as she felt herself skirting so damned close to the edge once again.

"You gonna come for me, Bay?" he groaned. He released her clit from his pinching fingers and rolled it against the pad of his thumb once again. Lily writhed and arched against him, her mouth opening to release a sound so strangled she didn't even recognise her own voice. "Oh yeah," he went on. "You're so fucking close. You like it hard, don'tcha? You love being owned by a townie fucking lowlife."

Lily scrabbled her hand down to Ben's thumb, and pressed on it until he did what she wanted, increasing the pressure on her clit until her eyes almost watered. "Come on, baby," he whispered. "Squeeze my cock. Fucking come for me."

Another moment later, Lily lost it, her body bucking against him as the waves of pleasure finally crashed over her, and left her completely exhausted. His thumb was still on her clit, and she hissed as she pushed him off, her skin far too sensitive to be able to withstand the rasp of his callused hands.

"Jesus, baby," Ben cursed, sliding so that he could rest on his elbows and hold her cheeks in between his palms. "I'm gonna fucking come." His hips jerked, movements becoming erratic as he pressed his forehead to her cheek and let out an animal grunt that sent a primal thrill through Lily's spine. She reached up and slid one hand to his back and the other to his hair. She couldn't get a grip on his buzz cut, so she had to settle for pulling him in tighter against her. He shuddered, body tense as a bow as she felt his cock pulse inside her, and a harsh moan escape his lips. A moment later, he allowed his arms to give way and he collapsed his weight on top of her, groaning in relief.

Lily couldn't breathe, but she didn't care. Her arms were aching, and she felt like she had been hit by a train. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep for a week, but as Ben raised himself back up onto his elbows and stared down at her with that damned evil smile on his face, she knew that he had other plans for her tonight.

***

She was furious. With him, for manipulating her into being a slut, and with herself, for falling for it so damned easily. Lily seethed as Ben smirked at her, stroking his palm across her cheek as if he owned her. His smile widened at her scowl and he chuckled a little, but didn't say anything as he got off her bed and swaggered into her bathroom as if he owned the fucking place. The toilet flushed, and then she heard him running water into the sink.

She should run. She could have, if she didn't mind running down her street with no clothes on. She could have found something heavy and clonked him over the head with it, then she might have had time to get dressed and phone the police before she started running down the street. Lily sat up, tried to clear her head and find the most sensible course of action, but all she could think of was what he would do to her if he caught her. Her legs had somehow gotten tangled in the sheets, and she kicked herself free, hissing in pain as her foot connected with something cold and hard.

By the time Ben walked back into the bedroom, Lily was sat on the edge of her bed, feet dangling onto the floor and her hands in her lap. "So, you think it's a good idea to just wander off and leave your victim while you make use of the facilities?" she asked. Ben grinned, completely relaxed as if he knew she wouldn't have the balls to run.

"What can I say, baby," he replied. "I live fucking dangerously."

"You can say that again," Lily spat, lifting her hands from her lap. She leaned forward and planted her elbows on the top of her thighs, holding the gun in front of her face to give Ben a good look at what he had left forgotten on her bed.

He didn't even have the decency to pretend to look concerned. He stuck his hands into the pockets of his pants and cocked his head, raising one eyebrow as if daring her to make her next move.

"What you gonna do, Bay?" He asked. "Shoot me? Put it down before you break a fucking nail."

Lily felt her jaw twitch in fury as she stood up, took the safety off the gun and pointed it at Ben's face. "You think I'm just going to lie here and let you do whatever the hell you want to me, you asshole?" she demanded. "You think you can just treat me like a fucking slut and get away with it?"

He stared back at her, his eyes taking on an intensity she had never seen before. He wasn't in the least bit perturbed by the sight of a gun pointed at his face, and Lily felt herself flinch as he took a couple of steps closer, almost within reach.

"So what's with the fucking monologue?" Ben countered. "You wanna shoot me, baby? What are you waiting for?" He stepped forward again and wrapped his fingers around her hand, pulling until the barrel of the gun was pressed right into the flesh of his jaw. Lily yelped in shock, the yelp turning into a whine as he grabbed her hair with his free hand, yanking her closer so that they were nose to nose with the gun between them.

What the hell was he doing? Lily felt frozen, unable to think or react as Ben continued to growl at her. "Come on, Bay. I'm right here. It's easy. All you have to do is twitch your finger and you can fucking kill me, right now. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Stop it!" she whispered, trying to pull her hand away without daring to move her fingers for fear of hitting the trigger. He was a scumbag, and he had humiliated her, but she wasn't going to kill him. Everyone would find out what had happened and she would be looked on with pity and/or disgust for the rest of her life. It wasn't worth the jail time. "Jesus, let me go!"

"Let you go?" he repeated. "Fuck no. You point a fucking gun, you should be ready to use it, baby." He started to push Lily backwards across the room, continued until her ass hit the side of her dresser, and she was stuck. "Now take the fucking shot!"

"No!" she cried, squeezing her eyes shut and turning away from him in fright. "Please just put it down, Ben!" As much as she wanted to believe she wasn't going to kill him because it wasn't worth it, she knew in her heart that she couldn't kill him, even if she could get away with it.

"Don't wanna do it, huh?" he asked, ignoring the tears that were falling down her cheeks. "You know why I think I can treat you like a fucking slut, baby?" He moved forward, pushing her until he was leaning so far that her head almost hit the wall, the gun still thrust into his jaw between them. "It's because you are a fucking slut, Bay. You do just lie there and fucking take it, because you like getting it rough from a townie lowlife. Don'tcha? And this way you think you don't have to fucking admit it."

Lily was so choked up and afraid that she couldn't speak. She tried to shake her head, but his tightening grip in her hair kept her still. She whined in pain, but that wasn't good enough for Ben. "No, baby," he growled. "You don't get to fucking ignore me, not here. You fucking like it, don'tcha?"

Lily could feel the tears coursing down her cheeks as Ben stared at her, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to let her go until she answered, but there was no way she was going to say what he wanted to hear.

"No," she replied, clenching her jaw to try to still the tremble in her lip. "I don't want it, and I don't like it. You're fucking delusional, you bastard."

He laughed, but his eyes were hard as rock. "Delusional, huh?" he repeated. "So, when you fucking came for me those two times, when you were trying to pull my hair out and rip the skin off my back with your nails. Were you fucking delusional then, too?"

"Fuck you!"

She heard him laugh that humourless laugh again, and he turned his head away from her, grinding his teeth in anger. "Maybe you need another fucking demonstration, Bay," he spat. He finally snatched the gun from her hands and lowered it, smacking it down onto her dresser as he pulled her free of the wall and shoved her into the middle of the room. He spun her round until she stood facing the foot of the bed, his fingers still in her hair in a vicelike grip. He was pressed up against her, cock hard against the cheeks of her ass, and Lily bit her lip as she felt a traitorous, wanton moan rise in her throat.

She had never been turned on by force before. It was not something that had ever even entered her mind, but as Ben growled a harsh "open your fucking legs!" into her ear, Lily felt her vagina tighten in arousal.

"Go to hell!" she seethed. She didn't care if her body was betraying her, she wasn't going to admit to wanting this arrogant scumbag. He shoved his foot between hers and forced her legs apart, and then he moved his free hand between them to slide his pants out of the way.

"Let's see how fucking easy you come for me this time, bitch," he whispered, grabbing her hip to hold her still as he pushed inside her in one hard thrust. Lily cried out in pain, squirming to try to get away, but Ben held her tight and yanked on her hair even harder, and she was trapped. He was hurting her; every jerk of his hips sent the head of his cock smacking against her cervix and she whined against him, leaning her head back against his shoulder to try to ease the pressure on her scalp.

"What's the matter, baby?" he growled. "Need a little help?" Ben slid his hand from Lily's hip down to the short dark curls between her legs. He dipped his middle finger down onto her clit and circled slowly, bringing down his thumb every now and then to pinch the nub of nerve endings. Lily gasped, her back arching in response to Ben's touch and he groaned back at her as her hips bucked against his.

He was still fucking her hard, but his fingers were working their infuriating magic and she could feel her muscles relaxing, welcoming his broad and veiny cock deeper insider her as he started stroking harder against her clit. Lily's mouth fell open and she let out a low moan almost directly into Ben's ear. She didn't need to see him to know that he was smirking.

"There ya go, Bay," he whispered. "You feel how deep your cunt is swallowing my dick? You just can't get enough, can you? You gonna come on my fucking dick again?"

She couldn't hold it back any longer, and they both knew it. As the heat overcame her body and her legs began to tremble, Lily wrapped her arm around Ben's neck and pulled him close, muffling her cries against his cheek. The muscles of her vagina pulsed against his cock and he slowed the movement of his hips, sliding his arm around her waist to hold her tight as she unravelled against him.

Ben slid his cock out of Lily's body, turned her around and pushed her down onto the bed. Her ass was on the edge of the mattress and her legs dangled to the floor. He kneeled in front of her, hooked his arms under her thighs, and suddenly he was inside her again, strong fingers gripping her hips as he pulled her down against him in time with his powerful thrusts. He stared down at her, eyes following her breasts as they swayed in time with the movement of his hips, and Lily felt her toes start to curl in pleasure.

"Ya gonna tell me you like this yet, baby?" Ben groaned, and Lily snorted.

"Not on your fucking life!" she replied. His jaw tightened for a moment, and then she saw that evil fucking grin spread across his face.

"Then maybe we should do something else," he said, coming to a stop before pulling out of her body. He slid two fingers inside her, curled them upwards to find the patch of her vagina that drove her wild, and slowly started to stroke. He slid his other hand to rest over the pale skin of her pelvis, and rocked his thumb over her clit. She keened in pleasure, her back arching off the bed. The way he was stroking her had her gushing, and within moments his fingers and palm were soaked with her juices.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Ben whispered. "You are so fucking wet for me." Lily wanted to tell him he was wrong, despite all of the evidence, but she couldn't find the words to make a coherent sentence. He slid his fingers back out of her vagina and she moaned in disappointment until he increased the pressure of his thumb against her clit. Slowly, he stroked his soaking fingers down her body until they reached the pucker of her asshole. Lily's back went ramrod straight as her body tensed in fear.

"Relax, Bay," Ben soothed, circling his thumb on her clit as he mirrored the movement with his fingers around the opening of her ass. "I ain't trying to fucking hurt ya. Just fucking take it easy."

He wasn't going to back down, Lily knew, and she knew how much this could hurt if she tried to tense up and deny him entry. So as much as she hated the idea, she laid back down and tried her best to relax, as Ben worked one of his big fingers inside her and started to stroke. He eased in deeper, then added another finger, slowly stretching her out and getting her wet. He was still rocking his thumb against her clit, and she moaned as the familiar sensation of his callused hands brought a flush of heat to her skin.

Ben moved his hand from Lily's clit and slid it under her ass, tilting her hips upwards and leaning down towards her. He licked around her asshole, then splayed his fingers inside her and allowed some of his saliva to drip from his tongue and slide into her. She shivered, and she felt him smile against her thighs as he repeated his movements a couple more times.

He pulled his fingers out of her, straightening as he lined his dick up against her quivering asshole. Ben started to push, and Lily panicked, writhing on the bed trying to find some purchase so that she could wriggle away. He leaned over and slid his hand to her throat and squeezed, not hard enough to stop her breathing, but enough that she had to work to get air into her lungs. Lily stilled, and Ben pressed himself inside her.

Her cry was stifled by his hand on her throat, but Ben could hear her fine, and moaned in response. He released her neck, and slid one hand back to her hips and the other back to her clit as he started to move against her, keeping his movements slow whilst her body adjusted to his cock. She gasped, feeling her body clench around him as he worked her clit, the pleasure mixing with the strange sensation of her ass being filled. He increased his speed, the muscles of his shoulders and arms straining as he pulled her against him over and over, his balls slapping her ass with every stroke of his cock.

Ben groaned harshly, the movement of his hips becoming erratic and his breathing heavy. He was close. "Jesus, Bay," he hissed. "You're so fucking tight. I gotta come inside your sweet little ass." He dug both of his hands into her hips as he buried himself deep, growling in pleasure as she felt him pulse inside her and the warmth of his come flooding her body.

Lily was exhausted, and as Ben slipped off the bed and back into the bathroom to clean himself up, she felt herself drifting off. Her body started to float and all the aches left her limbs as she began to succumb to the welcoming peace of sleep. It felt like only a few moments had passed when she stirred again, and she moaned in disapproval.

Ben was back, sitting on the bed between her legs. His hands were on her thighs, spreading them wide and lifting them into the air, and he lowered his mouth and rasped his tongue from the bottom of her opening to the top of her clit in one long, languorous lick. She gasped, threw herself forward to try to push him away, but as her hands slid into his hair Ben tightened his grip on her thighs in warning. He was pressing hard enough to bruise, and Lily fell back on her elbows, releasing his hair from her fingers as she gripped the sheets until her knuckles were bone white.

She hadn't let a guy go down on her, not since that asshole of an ex who had made her feel shit about just about every part of her body. She had kicked him out of her life, but his taunts had lingered and she was more than just a little bit paranoid about having another man so up close and personal. Ben wasn't taking no for an answer, though, and he was going at her with the same enthusiasm he had shown her all night. His long, hot tongue sought out all the folds of her vagina, stroking along her outer lips before moving inside and wriggling its way into her opening.

Ben moaned against her, and that was her undoing. His mouth vibrated against her clit which drew waves of heat directly to her core, but it was the way that he was completely focused on her and the fact that he was clearly enjoying himself that sent Lily's fears temporarily flying out of her head. The muscles in her thighs relaxed and she felt her legs easing further open, and Ben took the opportunity to delve deeper, allowing his nose to press against her clit as his tongue circled around inside her. He was moving infuriatingly slowly, and before she knew what she was doing, Lily was lifting her hips to press herself harder into his face.

"Ben!" she gasped, her voice an alien croak. She felt him smile against her, and he looked up, an innocent grin on his lips.

"What?" he asked, leaning down to flick his tongue across her clit, quick as lightening. She flinched as if he had hurt her. "You got a problem there, baby?" He slid his fingers up the inside of her thigh, dancing first around her clit, and then down to circle her opening. He pressed against her with the tip of a finger, slowly starting to part her folds and she moaned in anticipation, but in another moment his finger was gone, tracing along her clit once again.

Ben slid up Lily's body so that he could whisper into her ear. He rubbed one hand over her cheek as he spoke, his other fingers still stroking, but nowhere near as hard or as fast as she needed. "You got yourself all fucking hot and wet there, baby," he breathed. "You need me to take care of that for ya?" He dipped his finger into her again and stayed there, but not deep enough to give her any kind of relief, and it just made her need it all the more.

"Oh god!" she whimpered. Her hips were bucking against him now and she was too hot to care. "Oh please!"

"Tell me what you need, baby," he whispered, and Lily whined in dissent. "Tell me," he went on. "Or I can leave you like this."

She couldn't take it. Lily hated having to talk dirty, but the alternative was just unbearable. "Please Ben," she breathed against his ear. "Put your fingers inside me and fuck me hard."

He shuddered against her as she spoke, slid a second finger inside her and sank them deep. Lily let out a high pitched squeal as he gave her what she needed, curling his fingers until he found the rougher patch of flesh inside her that made her come apart at the seams.

"That what you need, baby?" he asked, burying his mouth in her throat for a moment and sucking until he was bound to have left a mark. "You can't get enough of me stretching that tiny little cunt, can you?" He moved back down Lily's body, latching his mouth over her clit and sucking in a strong, pulsing rhythm as he fucked her with his fingers.

Lily shook, drenched with heat as she felt the tension within her body become unbearable. She was close, so damned close, and she needed him to push her over the edge so much it hurt. "Shit, Ben," she hissed. "Please!"

"Fuck yeah, baby," he growled. "Come on my fucking hand." He slid one more finger inside her and bit down onto her clit, and suddenly she was flying, breathy moans escaping her body as she grabbed at Ben's head and pulled him tighter against her, grinding her pubic bone into his face until he probably couldn't breathe. He let her ride it out against him, stroking his fingers against her until it was too much, and she had to push him away. Lily was still shaking, and she collapsed onto her back as Ben eased her legs back onto the bed.

He waited for her breathing to return to normal, and then Ben stood up, turned to grasp Lily's hands and guided her onto her feet in front of him. He slid his left hand to tangle in the unruly dark hair at the nape of her neck, and bent down to kiss her. She could taste herself on his tongue and she shivered in guilty pleasure. He came up for air, and stroked the thumb of his right hand over her lips.

It was obvious what he wanted. Lily gulped nervously; she had never been particularly confident at sucking cock, and Ben was hardly what she would consider to be a 'novice-friendly' size. He tugged on her hair, and she felt herself sinking to her knees in front of him, at eye level with the straining bulge in his pants. Her hands trembled as she freed him from his clothes, and his cock sprang upwards to point directly at her forehead.

She leaned forward until she knew he could feel her breath on his skin, and Ben moaned in anticipation as she opened her mouth. Lily stuck out her tongue and laid it against the base of his cock, delicately licking all the way up until she flicked over the head, and his moan became harsh as his fist tightened in her hair.

"Fuck, Bay," he groaned. "Stop fucking playing with me and put that cock in your mouth!"

"I," she whispered, faltering in embarrassment as she felt her cheeks reddening at what she was about to say. "I haven't really don't this much before." He laughed, and she felt her blush deepen, but it wasn't a cruel laugh.

"They didn't teach you this in fucking finishing school, huh?" he asked. "Don't worry Bay, I'll take care of ya."

Ben used his hand in Lily's hair to guide her mouth back to him, and she parted her lips to allow the velvet of the head of his cock inside her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it a couple of times, tasting the slightly salty skin before tightening her lips around it and sucking gently. He groaned, a shiver running down his spine and he did his best to stifle the jerk of his hips that otherwise would have thrust the length of his cock down into the back of Lily's throat.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned. "You're doing just fine. Let me see you swallow a little more, and keep sucking exactly like that." Lily tilted her head forward to do as he asked and her hair fell into her face. Ben swept it out of the way and held it at the nape of her neck for her, stroking his other hand over her cheek as he angled her mouth and helped her set the pace that he wanted.

"Shit," he hissed. "I love that fucking mouth, baby."

Nobody had ever taken the time to help her like this before. The way that Ben was guiding her meant that Lily didn't have to worry whether she was doing the right thing, and the heated moans that he was making gave her the confidence to take more of him into her mouth than she ever would have dared before. He showed her where to slide her tongue to tease him, and when and how to increase her speed as she sucked. She ran her tongue along the veins in his shaft that felt so good inside her and he moaned in approval. Tentatively, she reached up to cup his balls in her palm and stroke the tip of her finger over his perineum, and Ben gasped as if she'd hurt him. She snatched her hand away and tried to pull her head backwards in panic.

"Don't fucking stop!" he growled. "Put your hand back, baby. That felt so fucking good."

Lily did as he asked, squeezing him gently as she brought her other hand up to circle the base of his shaft. His body was tense as a bow, and she started moving against him faster, taking more of him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat and she gagged hard. She had to back off a little, but didn't slow down, and Ben's moans turned animalistic as he felt her throat close around his cock.

She didn't think of herself as someone who enjoyed giving blow jobs. She had friends who raved about it, insisted they could get themselves off just by sucking off a dick, but Lily had always thought they were crazy. Hearing the moans that were coming out of Ben's mouth right now though, she felt a thrill shoot up her spine. He was a badass fucking lowlife, but she had him out of control almost as easily as he had done to her, and it felt good.

"Shit, baby," he hissed. "You are fucking perfect. I'm gonna fucking come in your mouth, Bay."

Ben's body was tense again, and Lily felt his balls tighten in her hand as he eased out of her mouth, slid his fingers down to the shaft of his cock and stroked in quick jerks. He threw his head back, face locked in a grimace that almost looked like pain, chest heaving as he finally let out a grunt that made Lily tremble in satisfaction. She leaned forward, opened her mouth wide and let her tongue lap at the head of his cock, catching his come and letting it pool inside her.

She waited until his body stopped pulsing and Ben had started to breathe again. He looked down at her, and Lily slid his cock back into her mouth, allowing his come to run over her tongue as she traced over the ridges and veins of his shaft once again. He slid both hands back into her hair and tightened his fingers against her scalp, tilting her head back so that he could meet her gaze as she tasted him. Slowly, she eased back, leaving her mouth open for a moment after he pulled out of her completely so that he could see his come on her tongue. She swallowed, and the look in his eyes was priceless.

***

Ben slipped out of the house just as the sun began to rise, and headed for the spot he had left his car on the outskirts of the neighbourhood. By all accounts, he'd fucked up royally. He was supposed to either scare her into keeping her mouth shut, or just take care of the whole situation, not indulge his own fucking fantasies.

He knew she could identify him. She was still alive, and now she had physical evidence she could use against him. He should be worried. Something told him though, that his little Back Bay rich girl wouldn't exactly want the world to know she'd been fucked every which way by a townie punk, and liked it.

It was her move, and he'd have to just wait and see how she played. He knew one thing for certain, though. He didn't regret it. Not one fucking bit.

incest: thanksgiving

 

"See you soon!"

I ended the call with my mom and hopped into the shower.

Tomorrow was Thanksgiving!

Now, I wasn't usually so happy about this silly holiday. It's about family, and I loved mine, truly -- except for my brother. Bruce ruined everything. Five years older was apparently enough to treat me like a kid, even after I left for college. And I don't mean things like calling me 'kiddo' or a teasing pat on the head. I cried in front of him once because my boyfriend broke up with me. Bruce got me a pacifier the next day. Thanks, asshole.

That wasn't the worst of it. But I was just glad that this year, he wasn't coming to Thanksgiving! I know, that's not very Thanksgiving-spirit of me. Oh, well.

Bruce was going to his girlfriend's home -- poor girl. But her suffering meant less of mine, and I grinned on the whole two-hour drive to my parents' house.

--

"Bruce?! What are you doing here?" I blurted.

Fuck.

A familiar little smirk started in the corner of his lips. He took a good look at me.

"Good to see you too. It's Thanksgiving, you know."

I rolled my eyes. "I meant, your girlfriend?"

His ugly smile faltered and turned into a grimace. "We're done. Whatever. How 'bout you? Cried over any good boys lately?"

I flipped him off and walked away. Good for that girl. Crap luck for me.

Clearly, I celebrated too early, and the universe decided to have a laugh on my account. Fine. This just meant I had to be on my guard as usual -- check my bed for surprise "gifts", watch everything I ate or drank, maybe lock my room if possible. Ugh.

Bruce never did anything that my parents had to step in for. So when my mom tossed me this next bit of fantastic news, I had to grit my teeth and bear it.

It was midday, and most of the family had arrived. I was eyeing the alcohol cabinet. A few of the men had gotten started on beers. Was it too early for vodka shots? Probably.

My mom called for my help in the kitchen. When I walked in, she glanced toward the living room and sighed. "I'm sorry, honey, can you share a room with your brother tonight? Uncle Dan's hotel lost his reservation, and we offered him Bruce's room..."

My mouth opened but I had nothing to say. None of the rooms had an extra bed. Share a bed with my brother?! Fuck that. He was sleeping on the floor.

But right there, in front of my mom, I worked my mouth into something like a smile. "Ok, sure."

"Thanks, honey." She smiled gratefully. "I know you two aren't close -- maybe you could talk to him tonight."

"Um, yeah." I changed the subject. We chatted for a few minutes -- no new boyfriend, classes were fine, yes, I'd be back for Christmas...

Miraculously, dinner passed without any of my brother's stunts. He barely said a word to me, and I was happier that way. Maybe, just this one year, I could make it through a family gathering without a new reason to hate my brother.

A girl could hope.

I went to bed early to claim my spot. No way was he taking the bed from me.

As I was dozing off, snuggled under the soft sheets, I felt a nudge on my back.

"Move over."

Fucker finally made it. I tucked the sheets in tighter and spread my legs across the bed. "Go away."

He sighed. "I'm tired, please just move."

Wow, he said please. I didn't remember the last time he said that. Still.

"No. Here." I tossed a pillow onto the floor, then turned my back to him.

Silence was my response. Good. Maybe I'd buy him a dollhouse bed for Christmas.

The sounds of a zipper and clothes rustling convinced me that I'd won. Imagining him getting sore and achy on the floor cheered me up. With a little smile on my lips, I settled in for a nice night.

I should've known better.

The sheets ripped out of my hands. I spun onto my back with the force of his yank, my bare breasts and little black panties exposed to my asshole of a brother.

He flung the sheets away and crossed his arms. "I was trying to be nice, but you never stopped being a little bitch, did you?"

Yelping, I hugged my chest and glared. My eyes widened. Bruce was in his boxers -- just his boxers -- and that bulge between his legs was huge. If that's how he looked soft...

I tore my eyes away from my brother's crotch, even more annoyed now. "Me?! You got me a fucking stuffed animal for my birthday this year, and a tiny toy violin last Christmas!"

I was so incensed that I hardly noticed how his expression had turned from slightly annoyed to angry.

He rubbed his face. "That was a $500 collectible, and it wasn't a toy--No. Fuck this. You're a fucking moron, and you always have been."

I was--oh, fuck, no. "Get out! I'll tell Mom you hit me! I'll--!"

"Shut up and move over," he demanded, stepping to the edge of the bed.

I hugged my boobs tighter. "No!"

After a beat, he shrugged. "Fine."

He got on the bed. On top of me!

He kneeled between my legs and propped himself above me with his arms on either side of my chest. I couldn't move my arms without exposing my tits, and if I shifted my legs too much, it'd be easier for him to make room for himself on the bed. The result was me glaring while my mostly naked brother hovered over me.

I hissed, "Get off! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Maybe I'll just sleep on you," he said with a stupid grin.

I rolled my eyes. "God, you're always a jerk--"

"I'm a jerk because you couldn't move?"

"I'm not sleeping with you!"

"It's one night!"

"Exactly! So get on the floor!" I barely remembered to keep my voice lowered as I covered my tits with one arm and shoved at his chest with the other. He didn't budge.

Something changed. His scowl narrowed into an intense stare and his lips pulled back.

In a low tone, he mumbled quietly, "Don't worry. I'll fuck the brat out of you."

I was not the brat here! And what the hell did he mean?!

I'd never seen this look on my brother's face, but I didn't care how pissed he was. I refused to move, spreading out my legs even further to claim the bed.

With an evil grin, he pressed his crotch right against mine.

I yelped. "Get off me! You're sick, you--don't touch me! What is... seriously?!"

He was hard. My brother's dick was rock hard and pressed against my stomach!

I scowled. "This isn't funny. Get off, right now, Bruce."

Not only did he not move away, he started grinding his bulge on the top of my mound, rubbing our intimate parts together with only thin fabric between us.

Shock silenced me for a second.

He felt good. That was terrible to admit even to myself, but my pussy immediately responded with a twitch and a bit of warmth. My face flushed. Angrily, of course.

"Wow, can't get any so you have to mess with me, huh?" I taunted. "Is that why your girlfriend left you, were you shouting my name instead of hers?"

His eyes got a strange, crazy look, all wide and intense. I felt a little bad. But he was the one rubbing his dick between my legs.

"Bitch," he growled. His hips lifted, and I thought for a moment he'd had enough. He had -- just not the way I was hoping.

No, my insane brother was taking off his boxers!

My pussy was definitely wet now. Sue me -- I was horny. It had been a while. I wasn't horny for my brother, obviously, but my pussy recognized cock. It didn't know any better.

I whisper-screamed, "What is wrong with you?!"

His smile wasn't friendly. "I sleep naked. Deal with it." His body lowered onto mine.

Heat. Warmth washed over me, particularly along that hard rod right between my legs, pressed up against my pussy. My heart pounded in my chest and I swore I could feel my pulse on my clit. For a moment, I dug my nails into his shoulder.

This was so wrong. I shuddered.

Then Bruce shifted, his cock moving away. My shoulders relaxed and my lips thinned. Talk about a bad joke. This was a new level, even for my brother, but at least--

Wait. No...

He was moving my panties to the side!

"Don't fucking touch me! Ah! Bruce... I'm s-serious, you can't... ahh..."

His cock dragged along my slick entrance, and my mind almost went blank. That velvety hard flesh left horribly wonderful tingles all over my sensitive flesh. He felt big. He felt nice and big and just what my pussy needed.

He whispered, "I can't, what? I can't... fuck you?" The tip of his cock rested at my opening, just slightly parting my pussy lips while his fingers rubbed my clit. My thighs shook.

"S-stop... This is... You don't want... not your own sister!" My chest rose and fell too quickly. My brother was insane. This was all just too crazy.

"Feels like you want it," he chuckled. "Your little cunt's tight, but sooo wet." His cock flexed. He was sliding into me, the large head of his cock stretching my opening and making way for the full length of his shaft, slowly easing into my hungry pussy.

"Ah! N-no... Bruce, no, you can't... Oh, fuck." I shoved his shoulder. He thrust another inch into me. Gasping, I punched his arm. He growled and grabbed both my wrists, bending my arms above my head and pinning them there. My tits brushed his chest.

With his face inches from me, he smirked. "I can. I'm fucking taking what I want from you, little ungrateful bitch. Your pussy can make up for... ungh, all those years of, ahh, your ridiculous attitude." As he spoke, his cock withdrew and thrust back in deeper, pumping all the way into me.

My chest heaved. My boobs were on full display to my brother now, but it hardly mattered anymore. "Fuck... you... ahh! I'm not the one... oh my God... who pushed my drink down my shirt! Mmmhh..."

That last sound was suspiciously close to a moan. My pussy felt good. So good. If this wasn't my brother... but it was. I kicked his legs. His pelvis ground the top of my mound, halting my kicks and drawing a choked cry from my throat as his cock rubbed something terribly delightful inside me.

He started fucking me hard and fast then, pumping that delicious cock in and out as he muttered, "What are you talking...? There was a bee in your cup! Sorry I saved you from a sting in your mouth! Fuck!" A deep, hard thrust emphasized his anger.

I squealed in delight, then fixed my expression into a glare. "You're... fucking... sick! Ah!"

Pleasure rolled through me, hummed in my veins, and spread to my limbs. Oh, no. Not like this. I couldn't give my idiot of a brother the satisfaction of... Noooo...!

Gasping at the first insistent wave of intense sensation, my body happily succumbed to the bliss roaring just beneath my skin, my pussy spasming all along the thick shaft pounding in and out, over and over. Still screaming in my head, I wasn't sure if it was in horror, pleasure, or anger.

My brother chuckled. He must have felt it. Damn.

"Finally... some fucking... appreciation..." he grumbled.

Shameful heat followed the pleasant afterglow of my orgasm. I came on my brother's cock.

Panting, I muttered, "I was just horny. You're the one fucking your sister!"

My dripping pussy wasn't very convincing. Bruce laughed and hauled up my weak legs, bending me in half, and hammered into me harder with his fingers digging into my thighs while my legs flailed in the air. Long, deep, pounding thrusts bounced against my cervix again and again, making my inner muscles twitch. This was a good angle. My pussy liked this angle. I gritted my teeth.

"I'm going to fill your little cunt," he growled, adding with a smirk, "Give you something to be thankful for."

"Don't you fucking dare," I snapped, digging my fingers into his shoulders. His cock was in me raw. My brother couldn't be stupid enough to cum in me. He might be crazy enough though. I pushed again, trying futilely to force him off of me.

Bruce chuckled and rammed his cock into me faster, bumping my cervix tauntingly with every thrust. A twinge of fear made my pussy tighten. His eyes glazed. His head lowered and he groaned, but he still showed no intention of pulling out, his cock now barely withdrawing an inch before slamming our bodies together again, faster, harder.

Twisting uselessly, I still couldn't get myself free. My fists pounded his arms. "Bruce, I'm serious! I'm not on anything!"

Burying every inch of his terribly wonderful shaft inside me, he grunted, "Good. I'm cumming. I'm cumming in your tight... little... pussy!"

My heart jumped. His cock twitched. Jammed right against my cervix, my brother's cock pumped rope after thick, creamy rope of virile sperm all over my vulnerable insides. Groaning, he pulled out and slammed in another spurt of cum, grinding my entrance in an effort to get himself in even deeper. Thrust after thrust, he emptied himself inside me, every drop deposited in the back of my tunnel.

"Ah! Bruce! No! Ohh, fuuuck!" I nearly screamed as the heat and copious fluids sent me spiraling again. I'd always been a slut for a good creampie. My pussy greedily milked his shaft, my brain fried in a few moments of needy, aching ecstasy. That pool of wet heat somewhere deep in my stomach spread luxuriously outward, gripping my entire body, all my muscles in delirious joy.

Reality crashed the party. This was my brother painting my unprotected pussy with his hot cum. He actually fucking came inside me!

As I grappled with my conflicted body and mind, Bruce relaxed, letting my legs fall to the bed and settling his weight on me. "Fuck, that felt good. Almost worth putting up with all your bullshit."

"Asshole," I hissed, squirming to get his softening cock out.

He pressed himself back in. "Yeah? Should I take that next?"

I froze, then struggled harder, kicking and flailing. "No! I fucking hate you, you disgusting--!"

Knock. Knock.

We went still.

My mom called out through the door, "We heard some yelling. You two ok?"

Bruce replied calmly, "She had a nightmare. We're fine."

I stayed quiet, my cheeks burning as my brother's cock slipped out of my pussy and cum trickled down my ass. If she came in, she'd see him on top of me, his naked ass lying between my spread legs. My pussy was so wet, there was no way she wouldn't smell the sex. If she managed to miss all of that, his underwear was probably on the floor. Shit. My heart thudded.

"Ok, have a good night!"

Footsteps faded away.

I released a relieved sigh.

Only to realize my brother's cock was hard again, and slowly sliding back into my drenched hole.

I shoved at his chest. "Let me go!"

"I'm not done," he murmured. "Not until you apologize for being a little bitch. Not until you beg me to fill you with my cock and make you cum -- since that seems to be the only part of me you like."

"You're delusional," I gasped. "I don't... mmhh... I'll never beg you for anything!"

My pussy disagreed, letting me know in no uncertain terms how absolutely wonderful my brother's dick felt stroking smoothly in and out, over and over again.

I gritted my teeth and refused to give in. This was going to be a long night.

group: cops

 

 

"Fuck, yes!"

I laughed as the guy on top of me rolled over and collapsed on his back. His name escaped my mind. Tom? Tim? Maybe Dan. Eh, whatever. The sex was good. That's what was important here.

He fumbled with the condom, slipping it off and tossing it on the floor. Ugh. I'd have to clean that up. Oh, well. That was a later-me problem.

And not the biggest mess in the house. Below us, rhythmic bass thumped through the floor. The music vibrated in my chest. I giggled and hummed along a bit.

The bed bounced, and my head spun. Tim or whatever climbed off and went searching for his pants.

"Hey," I mumbled. "Bring me a beer." Sex made me thirsty but also too tired to move. Plus I was dizzy enough to fall on my ass. Maybe I had enough alcohol for tonight.

Nah.

The guy I fucked slipped on his shirt, then froze. I scrunched my eyes at him. He looked kinda funny with his arms halfway up in the air.

But then he said, "Oh, shit. Cops!" And sprinted out of my room.

Cops? Lights flashed at the bottom edge of the window. I groaned. Fuck. I told my roommates the music was too loud. Not everyone here was twenty-one. I wasn't, almost but not quite. They laughed and said I needed another drink. I didn't think the cops would go away if we offered them a drink.

Although, I could've planned better. Naked and drunk, I probably didn't have time to get dressed and run out the back. Besides, I lived here. Which meant I had a good reason for being here. Yeah, that could work. It was dark and late, and I was just sleeping. What party?

Burying myself beneath my blankets, I turned away from the door and closed my eyes. Maybe they wouldn't even see me.

Footsteps stomped up the stairs. A few heavy knocks thumped on my door. Bright light bounced in through my eyelids. I groaned as my head throbbed, then remembered I was supposed to be asleep.

"Hello? Anyone here? You -- on the bed, get up!"

Damnit. Reluctantly rolling over, I made a show of rubbing my eyes. "Huh? Who're you?"

We stared at each other.

The cop didn't look much older than me. Kinda cute, actually. Maybe this was his first time breaking up a college party. Maybe a little flirting and a lot of apologizing would make him feel sorry for me.

Scooting up and clutching my sheets, I 'accidentally' let them slip, revealing my bare shoulders and the tops of my breasts. "Oh! Officer! Um, what-- what's going on?"

His eyes immediately fell to my boobs. "There was a complaint of a noise disturbance. How old are you, miss? Do you have an ID?"

I bit my lip and glanced at my purse on the desk next to the door. "I, um, I'm not sure what you mean. I've been asleep, I didn't hear anything?"

Unfortunately, he followed my eyes. Fuck. Without asking, he rummaged through my bag. I wasn't sure he was allowed to do that, but protesting wouldn't help my cause.

He pulled out my driver's license. "Christine, is it? Looks like you. Twenty years old. Hm. You seem a little flushed. I'm going to need you to take a sobriety test." Moving closer, he held my ID in one hand and a device in the other.

Yeah, I wasn't going to pass that test. Fuck it. I dropped the sheet and lowered my head, looking sadly at the bed like I'd forgotten that I wasn't wearing anything. Be distracted by my tits, cop. Forget about the party.

"I'm so sorry, officer. It won't happen again, I promise. I swear I only had a little. I didn't even like it! Maybe you could make an exception? It's probably best if I sleep it off, right? I really do live here..."

Peeking up through my lashes, I held back a smile as he stared intently at my boobs. His arm fell. After another few seconds, he slipped the device into his pocket, then dropped my ID into my purse.

Yes! Relieved, I pulled up the sheets. No jail for this girl, hah!

His hand shot out and yanked the sheets back down. "Leave it."

I blinked and froze. Stepping right next to me, he unbuckled his belt. My eyes popped. Oh, fuck no. Flashing him was an entirely different story than whatever he had in mind.

I shuffled away. "Oh, I, uh-- Look, I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend." I didn't, but that wasn't important. "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, sir. I really should, um, go back to sleep. Just me. Sleeping. Alone."

He paused, frowned at me, and his face flushed. "Right. I think you need to come with us, miss. Get dressed, please."

"Umm, are you sure? I'll be twenty-one in a few months! It's kind of a dumb law anyway, right?" I laughed a little.

He scowled. That probably wasn't the smartest thing to say to a cop.

Spinning his finger in the air, he said, "Come on, turn around. I'll take you down wrapped in a bedsheet if I have to." In his other hand was a pair of cuffs.

"Oh, wow. You don't need those. I'll go with you!" I gathered the sheets and wrapped them like he said. My clothes were all over the floor. He didn't look like he'd patiently wait for me to put them on, and I didn't want to give him a view of my bare ass anyway.

"Standard procedure, miss. Please cooperate." He smirked as he grabbed my wrist.

I squeaked and curled my legs up. My panic seemed to amuse him. He slapped the cuff on and moved for my other wrist, reaching across my chest.

"Don't make this difficult, miss. Resisting arrest? Tsk. Naughty."

"No, I'm sorry! Wait, please!" I wasn't trying to resist, but I was completely naked under these sheets, and he wasn't giving me any time to cover myself properly. We wrestled as I tried to keep a hold on the sheets and he insisted on cuffing me. He was stronger. Kneeling on the bed, he yanked my arms together. The sheets slid out of my grasp, exposing my boobs again. I blushed as the cuffs closed on my other wrist.

At this point, the cop was on the bed, straddling my legs and smirking in self-satisfaction. "That's better. Nice tits, Christine. Maybe this will teach you not to tease a cop."

He was definitely leering now as he cupped one of my breasts. I squirmed and grimaced. Getting groped on top of being arrested -- this was turning into a shitty night.

Grinning, he let go of my boob and sat back, moving his hands to my waist instead. "You like putting on a show, huh? Go on, then. Give me a show. Why don't we see what that gets you?"

Wary, I frowned. Maybe he just liked a girl in cuffs. Fucking cops. Well, if there was still a way out of this where I didn't end up in jail...

My shoulders pulled back and my chest thrust forward. I even managed a little smile, not that he noticed since his eyes were glued to my chest. As I shook my shoulders and bounced my boobs, his hands rubbed up and down my sides. He pulled the sheets lower and lower, but I ignored it.

"Officer," I murmured. "I'm really sorry. It would be super nice of you to let me go just this once. I've never done anything like this before. Please?"

His eyes flicked up with a small frown. Shit. I should've waited a little longer, but it was true -- I'd never tried to flirt my way out of jail before. My smile widened and I squeezed my breasts together with my upper arms. The distraction was enough to make his frown disappear.

A sneer decorated his lips instead. "Maybe if you make it worth my time." He pulled the sheets down -- past my hips, exposing my bare pussy. That sight definitely made him happier. "Or maybe I should take you in for prostitution."

"What! I'm not--! No, don't touch... I..." I tried to cover myself with my cuffed hands, but he glared at me, effectively freezing me in place. I didn't move as he slid a palm down my belly, touching the top of my mound, his thumb rubbing between my folds.

"No? You're not a slut? What kind of nice girl sleeps naked -- and gets wet while she's showing off her tits?" His fingers curled on my pussy, pressing into my slick entrance.

"I... My boyfriend... um." I was about to continue with my boyfriend excuse, but then I remembered the party. I was supposed to have slept through all that noise downstairs. My eyebrows pulled down as I tried to sort through my reasoning.

The cop murmured, "Go on. Were you thinking about him? Wondering if my cock is bigger?" He laughed at my grimace. Thrusting a finger into my overly welcoming pussy, he smirked. "Feels like you need a good fucking, you're so damn wet. I can help you with that. What do you say?"

His other hand played with the cuffs on my wrist.

I squirmed on his finger, hating how my pussy clenched. "No, I--" But what was the other option? Jail. A record. I could lose my scholarship. Fuck.

He pushed in a second finger, sliding in and out as he mocked me. "No? Are you sure? You're taking a ride with me one way or another, miss. What's it going to be?"

With lust and alcohol claiming the majority of my brain, I only mumbled quietly, "Please..."

He leaned in. "Please fuck your little cunt? Is that what you're trying to say? Spit it out, slut. Ask me to fuck your needy pussy," he said as he rubbed my clit and curled his fingers inside me.

My hips twitched. He was an asshole cop taking advantage of me, but I couldn't stop feeling the tingling between my legs, the gathering heat in my core. Tom or whatever felt like a warm-up compared to the rough fingering I was getting now.

"Please... please fuck..." I whispered, gasping as he thumbed my clit harder. "Please fuck my pussy! Oh!" Shame was hot on my face as my head fell back. Shame and pleasure.

His fingers thrust faster as his breath fell on my boobs. "Are you sure, baby? You really want my cock plowing your tight little hole?"

No. No, I really didn't.

"Yes!" I cried out. "Please fill me up! I need your cock, sir! Please! Ah! No, don't stop-- mmm..."

Just as the edge of an orgasm approached, he pulled his fingers out. I panted at the ceiling, tensing as his legs shifted and clothes rustled. The sound of a zipper made me flinch. My mind spun, dizzy with lust, denial, and the fuzz of alcohol. I should scream. Shouldn't I?

The cop didn't give me any more opportunities to back out. He grabbed my hips and slammed his cock deep inside me, burying himself in one swift thrust. My mouth opened. He clapped a hand over my face. A muffled scream poured into his palm. My pussy clenched spasmodically, pleasure and burning pain mixing as my body struggled to accommodate the sudden invasion. His pelvis bucked as he thrust himself in deeper, and my body decided he felt fucking amazing. I screamed again -- this time in overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuck!" he hissed. "Tight little slut. Cumming already, huh? Can't get enough cock, can you? I bet you fucked half the guys at this party already, and were hoping for more. I'll give you more. Fuck, yeah."

Moaning deliriously into his palm, I pressed my hands to his stomach as he began humping my body, pulling out and ramming back in, hammering wave after wave of intense pleasure through my already overloaded senses. Twinges of humiliation flickered with every thrust. A cop was fucking me. A man I'd never met was using my body and calling me a slut -- and I was acting like one. I told myself I didn't have a choice. The cuffs dug into my wrists as the cop leaned against me. I might as well enjoy his cock if it felt good, right?

After a particularly deep and hard thrust, he frowned down between us, probably annoyed at my fingers digging into his chest. Maybe he'd take off the cuffs. He didn't need them. I wasn't fighting him. Despite his thick cock stretching my pussy, I felt a small spark of hope.

He leaned back and lifted my arms by the cuffs. Instead of removing them, he pulled me sideways and hooked my constrained wrists over a post on the headboard. My back and breasts were forced to arch up. He smirked at my chest, grabbed a handful of boob, and went back to fucking me.

I whimpered and grabbed onto the post. This was not better. The back of my head banged against wood as the cop pounded my pussy harder and harder. He bent to lick my tits while his hips kept pumping. I'd never been fucked like this before -- by a guy who clearly didn't care about me. It was insane how wet I was, though. I didn't want him. I didn't know him. He was making me do this so I wouldn't end up in jail. But my pussy had never felt hotter.

Squirming for a slightly more comfortable position earned me a slap across my tits. I yelped, and he chuckled.

"If you're gonna move, baby, move your hips. Fuck me. Convince me you really want me, Christine." He lifted my ass into his thrusts as he spoke, urging me into the same motion.

I swallowed, planted my feet, and rolled my hips. It was what he wanted. Pissing him off now would make all of this pointless. My face burned red hot as I did what I was told and acted like the slut he thought I was, moving with him, sliding my pussy on his cock.

Sweat slicked my palms. I hadn't counted on his cock feeling even better as I participated, humping myself up and down the length of his shaft, fucking him willingly in almost every way. Thrust. Cop. Thrust. Avoiding jail. Thrust. Not my fault.

Fuck.

He groaned. "There you go. Damn, you're a hot little cunt. Keep it up. That's a good bitch. Ungh..."

I gritted my teeth. Nice of him to remind me I wasn't doing this for fun, I guess.

He kept nudging my ass, encouraging me to fuck myself on him faster and faster, making me do all the work. It wasn't good enough for him that he got to bang a random hot college girl -- no, he wanted to make me act like I wanted it. My pussy wanted it. I felt so hot again. It was humiliating how much of my efforts were because I was chasing another orgasm.

As I ground my pussy desperately against his pelvis, he leaned into my ear. His uniform scraped my nipples as he groaned, "I want to hear you beg, slut. Say 'no'. Beg me not to cum in your dirty little cunt."

What?!

My hips went still. Cold fear washed down my back. He wasn't using a condom. Dizziness spun my thoughts. He'd thrust into me so fast, and I came so hard, I'd forgotten to even think about a condom. He was fucking me raw. Oh, God.

He laughed softly, wrapped me tightly in his arms, and pumped his hips, slamming his bare cock into the back of my tunnel over and over again. I squirmed and squealed beneath him. Why would he cum in me?! Fuck, this wasn't happening. I couldn't take a raw load, especially not right now! No!

I gasped, "Please don't cum in my pussy! Please! I'm not on birth control! You'll get me pregnant! No! No, no, no! Don't cum in-- mmngh!"

He groaned right into my ear, slapped a hand over my mouth, and shoved his cock shoved all the way inside me. His shaft felt so hard, so big. The entire length of him twitched.

"Mmnngh!"

"Unhh..." he groaned. "Yeah, I'm cumming, baby. Fuck, yes! Milk my cock with your tight little pussy! Ungh!"

"Hnnngh! Nngh! Mmm... mmhh... mm-- ohh... fuck..." Wet heat poured into my womb. Jet after jet of hot, virile seed bathed my unprotected pussy. The heat spread and my inner muscles clenched. Pleasure instantly drowned my mind. No one had ever cum inside me before. Apparently, I loved the feeling.

He came in me for what felt like forever. Sticky cream oozed from my overflowing pussy, squishing obscenely as he thrust and thrust. Some tiny corner of my mind was absolutely terrified, but the rest of me basked in the amazing new sensation of a pussy full of cum. So wet and warm. Sticky, thick liquid oozed between us. My entire body hummed.

"Fuck," he panted. "That's a nice cunt."

Collapsing on top of me, he recovered his breath as semen slowly trailed down my ass. Fear climbed through the thick haze of lust. He came inside me. I whimpered. He groaned, leaned back, and pulled out of me. A rush of wet heat dribbled into the sheets.

My legs closed instinctively as soon as he left the bed. Globs of fluid continued trickling out of me. My pussy was full of a cop's cum. Was it worth it? The sensual heat in my core purred, yes. More. Again!

No. Absolutely not. As the cop straightened his uniform, I shuffled up the bed and worked my hands over the bedpost. He walked away, appearing to have forgotten about me.

"Wait! The cuffs! You forgot the cuffs!" I held out my wrists.

Smirking over his shoulder, he said, "No, I didn't." Then he yelled out into the hall, "Hey, guys! In here!"

I froze. In seconds, two more cops stepped into the room.

To his friends, he said, "The lady wants special treatment. Think we can make an exception?"

My naked body was like an invitation. Neither of them needed more than a glance at my breasts before they both unbuckled their belts.

One hopped onto the bed, hitching my legs over his thighs as he quickly lined up his cock. "For a tight little cunt? Maybe. Let's see how tight."

By the time I recovered, he was already pushing himself inside me. I pressed my palms against his chest, twisted my body, and kicked the air -- as useless as always.

"No, wait, please-- I have a boyfriend! Please! Ah!"

He thrust smoothly into my slick tunnel. We both groaned. My inner walls stretched for him, for yet another cop using my hungry cunt. As he bottomed out inside me, he patted my cheek. I flinched away.

Sneering, he said, "Lucky boy. Listen, babe, you can play nice with us and go home to your boyfriend." He pulled out and thrust hard, grunting as he squeezed my ass. "Or he can visit you in jail. Up to you, sweetie. Either way..." His cock slid out, then he took a slow, forceful stroke. "We're gonna fuck your little pussy. Ok?"

My arms trembled. "Nngh... no, please.... I'm sorry. Ahh..." Shameful warmth colored my cheeks. I was already moaning. My body was on a lustful high and didn't care about who or why, just more, more, more.

"At least... use a condom. Please," I gasped as he pulled me into his powerful thrusts.

Laughing, the first cop said, "Little late for that, isn't it? Don't listen to her. Cum in her cunt. She loves it."

They ignored my whimpering moans and soft pleading. The cop fucking me laughed when I tensed and shuddered around his cock, my body betraying me again. Anticipation buzzed in my pleasure-soaked senses. I hated how much I wanted him to cum in me. The flood of heat might set me off again. The threat of getting knocked up almost definitely would.

"No, please, no," I moaned as he sped up and chased after his release.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's ok," he cooed with a laugh. "Hey, Mark, shut her up."

They shifted me sideways on the bed until my head bent backwards over the edge. I got a glimpse of the third cop's rigid cock as he pressed himself against my lips.

"Open wide," the last man mocked. A forceful thrust in my pussy made me gasp, and the shaft at my face shoved into my mouth.

A little back and forth sliding on my tongue wetted his dick, and, before long, saliva was dripping down the sides of my face. Meanwhile, between my legs, the other cop grunted and hammered the back of my tunnel. All I could think about was how he was going to cum soon, and I wouldn't even be able to beg him not to. I couldn't tell them to stop, and they had no intention of doing so. They weren't even letting my mouth deny the pleasure racing through my body.

It was like I was admitting to enjoying everything they did to me, just because I couldn't say otherwise.

"Fuck, she's so tight!" groaned the cop humping my pussy. "I'm gonna fill you up, girl! Oh, fuck, yeah!"

And all I did was moan. His cock jumped, a splash of heat landing in the back of my tunnel. Again and again, he pumped deep, deep inside me, releasing every drop of his cum into my aching cunt. I licked the shaft in my mouth like I could coax more warm semen into my pussy. My legs widened and there wasn't a sound of protest from my lungs. After all, I couldn't say no.

The second cop withdrew from my used hole, chuckling with his friends as he moved off of me. My head fell back as the cock in my mouth left, too. Dazed and oddly empty, I panted for breath, waiting for the last guy to empty himself inside me. What was one more load of cum at this point?

I felt my legs dragged toward the edge of the bed. The last cop flipped me over. Shoving my face into the pillow, he lifted my hips into the air and plunged in. My grunt was muffled into the sheets. He didn't take long, probably too worked up in my mouth. A few minutes of hard thrusting and his cock jerked against the walls of my overflowing pussy. So much cum poured out of me when he let me go. I really felt like a slut now. Sure, I hadn't wanted any of them to use me, but I couldn't deny how hot it had been or how satisfied my pussy felt. I was as much drunk on lust as alcohol, my brain floating in a languid pool of pleasure. Honestly, if a few more guys had mounted me right then, I probably wouldn't have minded.

As he uncuffed me, one of the cops said, "Hope you learned your lesson. If not, maybe we'll see you again."

As cum cooled between my legs, I found myself wondering how soon I could find another loud party. It couldn't be that difficult.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.11.2017

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