No Such Thing As Nice Guys
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
11,948
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction and all characters are creations of the author. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is coincidental.
*Flashblack*
Chapter Eleven - *Flashback*
*Flashback to yesterday*
Sarah's point of view
The hot water splashing on my back was relaxing; I wanted to forget where I was, and what was happening. That was hard to do with Mark watching my every move, however.
I was almost done rinsing out the shampoo when I saw Mark getting undressed. I started to panic; the last thing I wanted was for the one thing that could take my mind off of all this, to turn into what I feared it soon would; just another fuck-place.
The shower was defiantly only fit for one person. It had glass walls on two sides, while the other two sides were the cement wall of the basement. The whole bathroom was probably as big as a large closet. Between the shower, the toilet, and the sink, there was hardly any room to walk.
Mark opened the shower door and stepped inside. I attempted to separate myself from him, but I couldn’t, seeing as how we were squished into the small space.
Sensing I was uncomfortable, he smiled, obviously enjoying his power over me. I stared straight into his eyes, attempting to show him I wasn’t intimidated, but it failed miserably.
Mark’s erection was poking at my stomach, and although I didn’t want him to know I was nervous about it, I turned around to face the water and let it run all over my body. I was at the point where no matter what I did, I knew all three of them would see me naked at any given time they wanted, so being naked in front of him didn’t bother me too much; it was the fact that he had a lustful look in those intimidating eyes, and his more than obvious erection.
Facing my back to him turned out to be a horrible idea, because once I had, Mark grabbed my hair and pulled back sharply, while he pushed me up against the glass of the shower.
Pulling my head back, exposing my neck, Mark pressed his body fully against mine, his erect penis between my legs. It touched my clit in just the right way, and I had to stop myself from making any sound, for fear of it sounding like I was enjoying it.
He bit down sharply on my exposed flesh, and then began to suck, just hard enough to where it hurt, but in a good way.
I was starting to get aroused, I could feel it. How the hell could I be getting turned on by something like this? It was sick and wrong, but it felt so good.
Mark rubbed his dick against my now wet and hot hole, but didn’t enter me just yet. He brushed over my clit several times, and I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t REALLY enjoying this; I was being FORCED to enjoy it.
I knew that wasn’t true; this was my body, and I should be able to control it.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. He was still sucking on my neck, and working his member back and forth between my legs. Finally moving from my neck, he whispered to me.
“Tell me how much you want it.”
I let out a gasp as he gripped his penis and roughly rubbed it on my clit. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I wanted it; that would make it too real for me. I didn’t want to believe it.
“Tell me, or else I’ll leave you like this. I know you want it, I can feel how wet you are. Just admit it.” He was now nibbling on my ear, in a way that a long time lover would.
I hated to admit to myself that he was right. I really want it, but I couldn’t help it. He had tricked me, and now I was either going to have to be left in this state, which I didn’t want at all, or lose what little dignity I had left.
It wasn’t until after the words came out of my mouth that I realized I had made a mistake.
“Please…”
He laughed into my ear softly.
“I knew you would come around eventually.”
Tears started to fill my eyes, as I realized I just invited someone to invade my body; someone who, for the past week, and raped me constantly, beaten me, humiliated me.
Lost in my own self-blame, I was taken by surprise when Mark suddenly thrusted into me roughly. I was wet enough so it didn’t hurt to bad, but he was in so deep, and it was so sudden, I yelped in pain, to his great satisfaction.
Mark let my hair loose once he was inside of me, and pulled me back so it was his back to the shower door. He placed his hand on the small of my back, and pushed my upper body down.
Gripping my hips with his free hands now, he pulled out and shoved deep inside me once more. Before I knew it, he was pounding me so hard my head hit the cement wall. It hurt a lot, and I knew I would have a headache for awhile.
Mark’s grunts of pleasure could be herd, and the hot water was still pouring over us. His balls were slapping my skin, making a loud sound, so loud it could be herd over the running water and Mark’s grunts.
Before I knew it, I was moaning almost as loud. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I just couldn’t. His finger nails were digging into my skin, and I knew I was bleeding, but I didn’t care. I was completely letting loose, and for the moment, I didn’t care.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me and turned me around. He roughly shoved me against the cement wall, and entered me again, just as rough as before. Burrowing his hand in my hair, he pulled down, causing me to tilt my head back, exposing my neck once again.
I was about to cum when something that Mark did surprised me. He took his free hand, the one not in my hair, and wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing tight. My airway was blocked off completely, and I couldn’t breath.
I was so close to cumming, and the lack of oxygen to my brain was, for some reason, making every pleasure and pain my body was experiencing, ten times better.
It felt so good, but it hurt at the same time, and I started to panic, thinking he was actually going to kill me. Just after I clutched down on him and rode my orgasm, he let go of my throat, and I gulped in air. I came harder and better than I ever had. It was amazing.
After Mark pulled out, he let go of me, and I fell to the floor to the shower floor. Panting, it took me a moment to regain control of my mind, from the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced.
By the time I had, Mark was already out of the shower, and drying off. He turned and looked at me.
“I always knew you were a whore. You like it rough, which makes it better for me, because I always like it rougher.”
I realized what I had done before, when I asked him not to stop. If I hadn’t already been on the floor, I would have fallen to it. I was so disgusted with myself. I couldn’t’ believe what I’d just done.
I decided then and there that I would no longer make it easy for any of them to even come near me.
*Flashback to yesterday*
Sarah's point of view
The hot water splashing on my back was relaxing; I wanted to forget where I was, and what was happening. That was hard to do with Mark watching my every move, however.
I was almost done rinsing out the shampoo when I saw Mark getting undressed. I started to panic; the last thing I wanted was for the one thing that could take my mind off of all this, to turn into what I feared it soon would; just another fuck-place.
The shower was defiantly only fit for one person. It had glass walls on two sides, while the other two sides were the cement wall of the basement. The whole bathroom was probably as big as a large closet. Between the shower, the toilet, and the sink, there was hardly any room to walk.
Mark opened the shower door and stepped inside. I attempted to separate myself from him, but I couldn’t, seeing as how we were squished into the small space.
Sensing I was uncomfortable, he smiled, obviously enjoying his power over me. I stared straight into his eyes, attempting to show him I wasn’t intimidated, but it failed miserably.
Mark’s erection was poking at my stomach, and although I didn’t want him to know I was nervous about it, I turned around to face the water and let it run all over my body. I was at the point where no matter what I did, I knew all three of them would see me naked at any given time they wanted, so being naked in front of him didn’t bother me too much; it was the fact that he had a lustful look in those intimidating eyes, and his more than obvious erection.
Facing my back to him turned out to be a horrible idea, because once I had, Mark grabbed my hair and pulled back sharply, while he pushed me up against the glass of the shower.
Pulling my head back, exposing my neck, Mark pressed his body fully against mine, his erect penis between my legs. It touched my clit in just the right way, and I had to stop myself from making any sound, for fear of it sounding like I was enjoying it.
He bit down sharply on my exposed flesh, and then began to suck, just hard enough to where it hurt, but in a good way.
I was starting to get aroused, I could feel it. How the hell could I be getting turned on by something like this? It was sick and wrong, but it felt so good.
Mark rubbed his dick against my now wet and hot hole, but didn’t enter me just yet. He brushed over my clit several times, and I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t REALLY enjoying this; I was being FORCED to enjoy it.
I knew that wasn’t true; this was my body, and I should be able to control it.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. He was still sucking on my neck, and working his member back and forth between my legs. Finally moving from my neck, he whispered to me.
“Tell me how much you want it.”
I let out a gasp as he gripped his penis and roughly rubbed it on my clit. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I wanted it; that would make it too real for me. I didn’t want to believe it.
“Tell me, or else I’ll leave you like this. I know you want it, I can feel how wet you are. Just admit it.” He was now nibbling on my ear, in a way that a long time lover would.
I hated to admit to myself that he was right. I really want it, but I couldn’t help it. He had tricked me, and now I was either going to have to be left in this state, which I didn’t want at all, or lose what little dignity I had left.
It wasn’t until after the words came out of my mouth that I realized I had made a mistake.
“Please…”
He laughed into my ear softly.
“I knew you would come around eventually.”
Tears started to fill my eyes, as I realized I just invited someone to invade my body; someone who, for the past week, and raped me constantly, beaten me, humiliated me.
Lost in my own self-blame, I was taken by surprise when Mark suddenly thrusted into me roughly. I was wet enough so it didn’t hurt to bad, but he was in so deep, and it was so sudden, I yelped in pain, to his great satisfaction.
Mark let my hair loose once he was inside of me, and pulled me back so it was his back to the shower door. He placed his hand on the small of my back, and pushed my upper body down.
Gripping my hips with his free hands now, he pulled out and shoved deep inside me once more. Before I knew it, he was pounding me so hard my head hit the cement wall. It hurt a lot, and I knew I would have a headache for awhile.
Mark’s grunts of pleasure could be herd, and the hot water was still pouring over us. His balls were slapping my skin, making a loud sound, so loud it could be herd over the running water and Mark’s grunts.
Before I knew it, I was moaning almost as loud. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I just couldn’t. His finger nails were digging into my skin, and I knew I was bleeding, but I didn’t care. I was completely letting loose, and for the moment, I didn’t care.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me and turned me around. He roughly shoved me against the cement wall, and entered me again, just as rough as before. Burrowing his hand in my hair, he pulled down, causing me to tilt my head back, exposing my neck once again.
I was about to cum when something that Mark did surprised me. He took his free hand, the one not in my hair, and wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing tight. My airway was blocked off completely, and I couldn’t breath.
I was so close to cumming, and the lack of oxygen to my brain was, for some reason, making every pleasure and pain my body was experiencing, ten times better.
It felt so good, but it hurt at the same time, and I started to panic, thinking he was actually going to kill me. Just after I clutched down on him and rode my orgasm, he let go of my throat, and I gulped in air. I came harder and better than I ever had. It was amazing.
After Mark pulled out, he let go of me, and I fell to the floor to the shower floor. Panting, it took me a moment to regain control of my mind, from the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced.
By the time I had, Mark was already out of the shower, and drying off. He turned and looked at me.
“I always knew you were a whore. You like it rough, which makes it better for me, because I always like it rougher.”
I realized what I had done before, when I asked him not to stop. If I hadn’t already been on the floor, I would have fallen to it. I was so disgusted with myself. I couldn’t’ believe what I’d just done.
I decided then and there that I would no longer make it easy for any of them to even come near me.