No Such Thing As Nice Guys
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
11,949
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.
So much for not giving in
Chapter Twelve – So Much for Not Giving In
Sarah’s point of view
I nervously looked over at Tom. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him, or any of them, any longer.
Glad to have an actual room to stay in at first, I wasn’t excited anymore.
“Get on the bed.” He said, himself already sitting on the end of the bed. I knew that Tom didn’t like to hurt me unless I actually did something wrong, whether it be not listening to him, or coughing when he told me to be quite. No matter how insignificant what I did wrong was, Tom would make sure to punish me for it.
I tried to remind myself that at least he wasn’t as bad a Mark. I cursed myself for speaking too soon, because Mark appeared in the doorway, out of no where it seemed.
Startled by his sudden entrance, I was taken by surprise when Tom grabbed me by the waist and threw me onto the bed, so I was lying on my stomach. I flipped myself over however, and saw both of them removing their clothes.
Jumping off the bed as fast as I could, I ran to the bathroom, hoping I could lock myself in; that didn’t work however, because I never made it there. Mark grabbed me, and threw me on the floor, hard.
“Fine, we can do this on the floor.” Mark said calmly. By this time, they were both naked, but not completely erect yet.
My attempt to stand up failed when Mark pushed me back down, then straddled me. His semi-erect penis on my stomach, I sucked in, trying to escape from it.
Before Mark could think about pinning my arms down, I punched him as hard as I could on the left side of his face. Taken aback, he shook his head in surprise, before turning on me.
I tried to look as if I wasn’t afraid, but I knew I wasn’t doing a good job.
“Get up.” Mark said, as he himself stood up. When I didn’t do as he said, he roughly pulled me up by my hair, and threw me to Tom.
“Hold her still.” He said simply. Tom grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. Before I knew it, Mark had punched me in the stomach, and I wanted to double over in pain, if Tom hadn’t been holding me up.
After only a few seconds, another blow came, this time to my face. I felt blood drip from my lip, and I knew he had split it open.
Adding one more punch for good measure, Mark told Tom to let me go. I fell to the floor, still having a hard time to breathe. The second I hit the floor however, I was pulled up by my hair by Mark.
He dragged me to the bed, and threw me down face first. I raised my head a little, and saw some blood on the white sheets, from my lip.
Someone got on the bed with me from behind, and I didn’t know who it was until he spoke. Of course, it was Mark.
“I’m not done punishing you, not even close. This whole thing could have been fun for you, but you had to go and hit me like that.” I knew it was a lie; he wouldn’t try to make it fun for me, not in a million years. I don’t think he could even get it up if the girl wasn’t crying and begging him not to, or struggling to get away.
He gripped my hips and pulled up, so my ass was in the air. But when he positioned himself there, instead of my vagina, I immediately started thrashing around.
“No! No, you can’t! Stop it please, I do anything you want! Just not there, oh God, please!” I knew I sounded pathetic, but I couldn’t help it.
He dug his nails into my hips, which were still soar and bruised from the night before, and pulled my ass back up.
Before I could pathetically beg for him to stop again, he placed his dick at my hole, and started to push. I was screaming in agony before he even got the head inside. Once he got the head it, he pushed all the way it. It hurt worse than when Travis had taken my virginity. Even though I’d had anal sex once before now, without any lube it was excruciating.
“Oh… oh, you’re so tight!” Mark said. He pulled out slowly, which hurt a lot, but not as much as when he slammed back in. His balls hit my skin, making a loud ‘smack’ noise.
I was crying pathetically, mostly because of the pain I was in, but also because of the humiliation I was experiencing.
After a few hard thrusts, it didn’t hurt as much, though still a lot. Mark was still holding up my hips, so I wouldn’t fall on the bed, but also so he could force me to meet his thrust.
I’d forgotten that Tom was there until he appeared in front of me. I though I was only going to have to suck him off, but Mark grabbed my hair, forcing me to get up on my knees. The movement only drove him deeper into me, causing me to cry out.
Tom was soon in front of me, and he pushed his erect penis into my other opening. The blood dripping from my ass was enough lubricant so it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would.
Before I knew it, both Mark and Tom were pounding into me from both sides. When one pulled out, the other slammed in, and so on. I was finally getting used to the rhythm, but my ass still hurt with excruciating pain.
All of a sudden, the rhythm changed; they both pulled out at the same time, and slammed into me again. I gasped in pain, but also because it took the wind out of me. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die.
Finally, Tom came, and pulled out, retreating off the bed and looked for his clothes. Mark pushed me back down to the bed, and pulled out of me. I thought it was over, but I was greatly mistaken.
Mark grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me off the bed. He sat at the end of the bed, and pulled me to him, forcing me to straddle him.
I pulled away and tried to get off of him, but he grabbed both my wrists, and dug his nails into them as hard as he could. I stopped struggling, but I stayed as far away from his erect penis as possible.
Gripping himself, he found my now wet pussy hole and pushed in, just as he pulled me down. He was in me so deep; too deep. It was painful, but not as painful as when he had been in my ass.
He must have been waiting for me to move, because he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled, signaling I should start. I would not do it. I told myself I wouldn’t make it easy on them, and I was going to stick with that. Or so I thought.
Growing frustrated, he thrust up into me, and said, “Do you want me to fuck you in the ass again? That’s what I’m going to do if you don’t fucking do what I want you too.”
I stifled a sob and slowly, regretfully, pulled myself up until only the head of his dick was still inside me. Just as slow, I lowered myself to him again.
“Faster.” Mark demanded.
I quickened my pace, and broke into sobs. My head fell to his shoulder, where I cried. Continuing, I thought to myself, ‘so much for not making it easy.’
Suddenly, I was on my back again, and Mark shoved all the way in to me. He was pounding into me hard; I kept being pushed backwards on the bed. After a few more thrusts, he stiffened in me and shot his load inside of me.
Sarah’s point of view
I nervously looked over at Tom. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him, or any of them, any longer.
Glad to have an actual room to stay in at first, I wasn’t excited anymore.
“Get on the bed.” He said, himself already sitting on the end of the bed. I knew that Tom didn’t like to hurt me unless I actually did something wrong, whether it be not listening to him, or coughing when he told me to be quite. No matter how insignificant what I did wrong was, Tom would make sure to punish me for it.
I tried to remind myself that at least he wasn’t as bad a Mark. I cursed myself for speaking too soon, because Mark appeared in the doorway, out of no where it seemed.
Startled by his sudden entrance, I was taken by surprise when Tom grabbed me by the waist and threw me onto the bed, so I was lying on my stomach. I flipped myself over however, and saw both of them removing their clothes.
Jumping off the bed as fast as I could, I ran to the bathroom, hoping I could lock myself in; that didn’t work however, because I never made it there. Mark grabbed me, and threw me on the floor, hard.
“Fine, we can do this on the floor.” Mark said calmly. By this time, they were both naked, but not completely erect yet.
My attempt to stand up failed when Mark pushed me back down, then straddled me. His semi-erect penis on my stomach, I sucked in, trying to escape from it.
Before Mark could think about pinning my arms down, I punched him as hard as I could on the left side of his face. Taken aback, he shook his head in surprise, before turning on me.
I tried to look as if I wasn’t afraid, but I knew I wasn’t doing a good job.
“Get up.” Mark said, as he himself stood up. When I didn’t do as he said, he roughly pulled me up by my hair, and threw me to Tom.
“Hold her still.” He said simply. Tom grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. Before I knew it, Mark had punched me in the stomach, and I wanted to double over in pain, if Tom hadn’t been holding me up.
After only a few seconds, another blow came, this time to my face. I felt blood drip from my lip, and I knew he had split it open.
Adding one more punch for good measure, Mark told Tom to let me go. I fell to the floor, still having a hard time to breathe. The second I hit the floor however, I was pulled up by my hair by Mark.
He dragged me to the bed, and threw me down face first. I raised my head a little, and saw some blood on the white sheets, from my lip.
Someone got on the bed with me from behind, and I didn’t know who it was until he spoke. Of course, it was Mark.
“I’m not done punishing you, not even close. This whole thing could have been fun for you, but you had to go and hit me like that.” I knew it was a lie; he wouldn’t try to make it fun for me, not in a million years. I don’t think he could even get it up if the girl wasn’t crying and begging him not to, or struggling to get away.
He gripped my hips and pulled up, so my ass was in the air. But when he positioned himself there, instead of my vagina, I immediately started thrashing around.
“No! No, you can’t! Stop it please, I do anything you want! Just not there, oh God, please!” I knew I sounded pathetic, but I couldn’t help it.
He dug his nails into my hips, which were still soar and bruised from the night before, and pulled my ass back up.
Before I could pathetically beg for him to stop again, he placed his dick at my hole, and started to push. I was screaming in agony before he even got the head inside. Once he got the head it, he pushed all the way it. It hurt worse than when Travis had taken my virginity. Even though I’d had anal sex once before now, without any lube it was excruciating.
“Oh… oh, you’re so tight!” Mark said. He pulled out slowly, which hurt a lot, but not as much as when he slammed back in. His balls hit my skin, making a loud ‘smack’ noise.
I was crying pathetically, mostly because of the pain I was in, but also because of the humiliation I was experiencing.
After a few hard thrusts, it didn’t hurt as much, though still a lot. Mark was still holding up my hips, so I wouldn’t fall on the bed, but also so he could force me to meet his thrust.
I’d forgotten that Tom was there until he appeared in front of me. I though I was only going to have to suck him off, but Mark grabbed my hair, forcing me to get up on my knees. The movement only drove him deeper into me, causing me to cry out.
Tom was soon in front of me, and he pushed his erect penis into my other opening. The blood dripping from my ass was enough lubricant so it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would.
Before I knew it, both Mark and Tom were pounding into me from both sides. When one pulled out, the other slammed in, and so on. I was finally getting used to the rhythm, but my ass still hurt with excruciating pain.
All of a sudden, the rhythm changed; they both pulled out at the same time, and slammed into me again. I gasped in pain, but also because it took the wind out of me. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die.
Finally, Tom came, and pulled out, retreating off the bed and looked for his clothes. Mark pushed me back down to the bed, and pulled out of me. I thought it was over, but I was greatly mistaken.
Mark grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me off the bed. He sat at the end of the bed, and pulled me to him, forcing me to straddle him.
I pulled away and tried to get off of him, but he grabbed both my wrists, and dug his nails into them as hard as he could. I stopped struggling, but I stayed as far away from his erect penis as possible.
Gripping himself, he found my now wet pussy hole and pushed in, just as he pulled me down. He was in me so deep; too deep. It was painful, but not as painful as when he had been in my ass.
He must have been waiting for me to move, because he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled, signaling I should start. I would not do it. I told myself I wouldn’t make it easy on them, and I was going to stick with that. Or so I thought.
Growing frustrated, he thrust up into me, and said, “Do you want me to fuck you in the ass again? That’s what I’m going to do if you don’t fucking do what I want you too.”
I stifled a sob and slowly, regretfully, pulled myself up until only the head of his dick was still inside me. Just as slow, I lowered myself to him again.
“Faster.” Mark demanded.
I quickened my pace, and broke into sobs. My head fell to his shoulder, where I cried. Continuing, I thought to myself, ‘so much for not making it easy.’
Suddenly, I was on my back again, and Mark shoved all the way in to me. He was pounding into me hard; I kept being pushed backwards on the bed. After a few more thrusts, he stiffened in me and shot his load inside of me.