Vacation: All He Ever Wanted

A/N: The chapter title will make sense at the end. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, all the compliments made me smile!

Warning: This chapter contains N/C, a.k.a. non-consent, a.ka. rape. If you don\'t want to read it, e-mail me or go to my LiveJournal (check my profile) for a summary and the info Savvy reveals about her past. If you read this chapter and get upset, hey, I warned you.

~*~ Savannah\'s POV ~*~

Jason kept his arm around me while we sat in the midst of the party. That was comforting, considering that Mike was sitting next to me and Jack across. The looks I was getting made me nervous. I snuggled up to Jason, resting my head on his shoulder. He smiled at me and quietly sipped his drink. My glass was on the table; hadn\'t touched the punch yet. It was dark, so I didn\'t really look at the cup, or notice anything weird about the punch. Too bad, right?

Mike pressed his thigh to mine, sending a blush to my cheeks. I glanced at Jason, who was busy watching Cheryl necking with a Chip N Dale\'s boy. An actual Chip N Dale\'s boy, who\'d decided to forgo the costume and come to the party as a nudist. I had to admit that the view was impressive. Jason caught me looking and tapped his finger against my chin. \"Carmen,\" he murmured in my ear, soft enough that no one else could hear him. He locked his teeth around my earlobe and bit down. I looked away from the nudist. \"Your eyes are to stay on me. Is that understood?\"

I nodded and brushed my hair behind my ears. Jason kept staring at me. \"Do we need to go back to the hallway again?\" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I blushed and kept my eyes on my hands. If he wanted to, I would, but I was embarrassed to just get up and leave.

A vampire stopped behind us. He reached down and started massaging my shoulders; surprisingly Jason moved his arm away to let him. Everyone was looking at me now, and it was getting very quiet. \"So,\" the vamp said, smiling down at me with fake fangs, \"this is the girl Cheryl told us about.\"

I had a bad feeling about this.

The vampire looked at Jason. \"Is she good?\" he asked, sliding his hands over my chest. His fingers drew close to the neckline of my shirt, and Jason firmly pulled them away. The vamp looked insulted and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Jason to answer his question. \"Jack said she\'s more than decent at blowjobs. Are you guys passing favors around tonight?\"

Jason smiled stiffly. \"No, she\'s not,\" he said quietly.

\"Surely you can be persuaded…\" The vampire said. He held his hand up and a little black-haired girl came over, dressed in a short, sleeveless fishnet dress that barely came past her hips. I remembered Cheryl saying that Jason didn\'t like fishnet, and I suppressed a smile. \"This is Kirsten. She\'ll be more than willing to serve you. Won\'t you, Kirsten?\" he asked, smirking at the thin wisp of a woman.

She nodded. \"Yes, Master.\"

This was getting weird. I clung to Jason, glad to see he wasn\'t swayed by the vampire\'s offer. \"I\'m not going to compromise on this,\" he said. He forcibly turned my head away from the two and started sipping his drink again. \"Ignore them, Savannah,\" he murmured, patting my thigh.

They walked away a few minutes later, but we weren\'t left in peace. Cheryl pushed the Chip N Dale boy\'s head into her lap so he could lick her, and she stared hard at Jason while she writhed in pleasure. I tried hard to distract Jason from the sight, but he couldn\'t help but look at his old girlfriend. \"Jason,\" I said, sliding onto his lap.

He gave me an amused look and kissed my shoulder. \"Savvy,\" he murmured, smirking slightly. \"Looking, not touching,\" he promised me.

I ran my hand through his hair. \"You told me not to look.\"

\"I\'m guessing Ralston did a little more than looking, sweetheart,\" he said, glaring at me. I blushed and looked away, regretting climbing onto his lap. He was quiet for a minute. He was annoyed, but at least his eyes were on me, even though his gaze was calculating.

Mike broke in before Jason could say any more, though. \"Who\'s Ralston?\" he asked, looking confused.

\"Oh, um…\" I stuttered, my face turning pink.

Jason smiled at his friend, his eyes twinkling. \"Should we get Mike to play the stable boy?\" he asked me, letting his fingers curl over my leg. I looked down, idly fingering one of the buttons on his coat. I hadn\'t really mentioned it, but he… must\'ve guessed it, that Ralston let the stable boy join in that first night, as a reward for turning over Carmen. \"Answer me,\" Jason said, grabbing my chin.

I looked away again, jerking my chin out of his grip. \"No,\" I said thickly. It was too weird, being around Mike right after the threesome. I didn\'t want to do that again, things were just getting back to normal.

\"Alright, then,\" Jason said, sighing. He started watching Cheryl again. I clenched my fists, trying not to get angry at him, but it was really hard. The spark in his eyes let me know he was just doing it to annoy me, and it was working.

\"I have no idea what\'s going on,\" Mike said, looking back and forth between us. \"What\'s going on?\" he asked.

I grabbed my glass up from the coffee table and downed the punch in one swallow. \"Nothing,\" I said, wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand. I jumped off of Jason\'s lap and stomped down the hall, skirt flying around my ankles. Jason was smart enough to give me some air.

Halfway down the hall, I stumbled. But I got back up again and kept going, through a couple of entertainment rooms without anyone in them. Once or twice, I turned around, almost sure I saw something following me, but I chocked it up to my imagination and kept walking until I found an outside door. It was snowing again, but I stepped outside and leaned up against the door. The cold was refreshing.

After a few minutes, my eyes started to droop. I stretched, reluctantly realizing I had to go back inside. I\'d been gone too long, anyway, Jason must\'ve gotten the point by now. I turned around, opened the door, and stepped into the little room in front of me. There was a television and a couch, and some paintings on the wall, but not much else. Not even a coffee table.

Yawning, I stumbled over the couch and plopped myself down. I\'d go back to the party in a minute. Right now, I just wanted to rest.

~later~

Grogginess overwhelmed me. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was a tabletop. That really confused me until it sunk in that I was laying across a table. My hands were tied together above my head, and when I tried to move them I heard chains rattling. I started to panic as my surroundings became sharper: my legs were spread because my ankles were tied to the legs of the table I was laying across, my mouth ached because someone had shoved a gag in between my lips, my ribs were killing me because I was panting in an effort to catch my breath.

I must\'ve fainted. Okay. And now I\'d woken up again tied in a very uncomfortable position.

Jason had to be playing some sort of joke on me, right? Because otherwise I would be in some serious trouble. If this wasn\'t a joke, then it might mean that someone had put something in my drink. I hadn\'t been watching my cup that closely, it was highly possible that someone had slipped something into the red punch. Damnit! Punch was supposed to be safe! It wasn\'t like I\'d been guzzling down whiskey or something!

But my skirt felt like it was still down around my calves, and I could tell I was still wearing panties, so maybe I didn\'t need to panic. I took a couple of deep breaths to steady myself but my heart was still hammering into my chest, and it was hard to breathe at all because of the saliva-soaked rag in my mouth.

I lifted my head as much as I was able and only saw a wall. Where was I? Who brought me here? I tugged on the chains some more and they rattled magnificently; echoing through the dim room. I only stopped when I heard someone behind me chuckling. And it didn\'t sound like Jason. I froze up and waited, my eyes darting around in a futile effort to see who my captor was.

The floor creaked as the stranger walked towards me, signaling the man (or woman) was heavy. I heard loud breathing the closer they got. They stopped behind me and just stared for a long few minutes, what felt like an eternity. I couldn\'t take it anymore and started struggling against the chains again. My arms were pulled up in the air and the position was making my shoulders ache.

More creaking, like someone was kneeling. My captor started feeling my legs through the thin fabric of my dress, squeezing every muscle from my ankles up to my thighs. I whimpered when his fingers brushed my ass. No, this couldn\'t be happening to me. I started to fight the chains harder and he laughed loudly. It was definitely a he, but it wasn\'t Jason, and it wasn\'t Mike, and it didn\'t even sound like Jack. I was at the mercy of a stranger.

Hands gripped my ass. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh and pushed his palms into my cheeks. This went on for a while and my head hurt more with every passing second. What was this freak going to do to me? I didn\'t have to wonder for very long, though. The next thing I felt was a sharp bolt of pain as the man started spanking me. I yelled into the gag and tried to push it out of my mouth with my tongue but it was lodged in good. He kept spanking me and the motion made my ass warm up, the roughness of the slaps rubbed me raw. With every slap I screamed louder, but the gag muffled the sound so much no one outside the room would\'ve heard.

He stopped after a while and inched my dress up my legs, leaving wet kisses in his wake. His big tongue roughly slid over my skin, more eagerly one he reached my thighs and my skirt was pushed over my hips. He kissed and sucked at the insides of my thighs while his hands massaged my calves, and when he bit down I shrieked. He laughed, moved to my other thigh, and bit down again. It hurt so bad, and he seemed to enjoy that. He bit both my calves and when he was done hit my ass again, hard.

He pulled my panties down a little and I shuddered as I heard them rip. Now my ass and my cunt was bare to him, and even though the room was cold, his attentions had made me unwillingly hot. He moved the table a little so my ass was hanging off of it, and even more strain was put on my arms. What the hell was he going to do to me, how the hell was I going to get out of this, where was everyone?!?!

He pushed his face into my cunt and breathed in deep. I could feel his hair against my skin, and it felt sweaty and greasy and wet. He squeezed my thighs. \"You smell good,\" he commented, sticking his tongue out to lick my pussy.

No! I thrashed as much as my bonds would allow me, but his big hands held my ass firmly in place while he eagerly lapped at my cunt. I shuddered, knowing I was hot, and knowing he could tell that terrified me. His tongue ran along my folds, exploring every crevice, making me shiver against my will. \"Mmm,\" he said into me, \"I can see your little bud is all swollen. Want me to make it better?\" he asked.

It sounded like Richard. What was wrong with him? Who talked like that? He lifted my ass up so he could duck his head under me, and he twisted so his tongue had access to my clit. I whimpered as his tongue circled the sensitive spot and he started sucking at it; I could feel my pussy start to quiver and get wet. It might\'ve felt good, if I hadn\'t been so scared, if Richard hadn\'t been the one doing it.

He stuck his finger into me and swirled it around, making me cry out. \"I can feel how hot and wet you are, Savannah. Don\'t try and deny it, you\'re enjoying this.\" He stuck another finger in and made a scissoring motion, pushing the walls of my pussy apart. He was sitting underneath me; the table must\'ve been higher up than I thought it was. \"I can see you glistening, I guess you don\'t want to wait anymore,\" he said, taking his hand out.

Stop it! I begged him mentally, tears coming to my eyes. Stop it! Leave me alone! I\'d rather be left here, tied up like this, than have him continue. He didn\'t move away and I heard plastic moving around. The next thing I felt was something rough and circular being shoved into my pussy and roughly rocked back and forth. \"This is the hilt of my sword, baby,\" Richard told me, pushing it in deep. It had to be at least five inches long, and he twisted it around, laughing as I dripped onto it. \"You\'re so eager to get fucked you can\'t stand it, can you? I think I may just be able to help you out there,\" he said, standing.

I heard clasps being undone and figured he was taking off his gladiator skirt. I screamed, even though the sound was muffled by the gag. Richard laughed again. \"Ooh, you\'re making me hard,\" he said, arching his crotch between my legs. His flaccid cock slid over my thighs and as I kept screaming, he started to get hard, excited by my fear.

\"You\'re such a cute little thing, Savannah. Feel this.\" He rubbed his cock over my ass and I shuddered. \"Do you remember what it was like last time, how you came for me? You\'re going to cum again. A lot. I\'ll make sure of that.\"

Sighing, he moved his cock down and ran it over the entrance to my pussy. No, no, get away from me! I shrieked into the rag, hoping maybe someone was in the hallway, and I rattled the chains on my arms too. \"Don\'t bother, we\'re in the basement, nobody comes down here,\" Richard said. \"Not even Jack. He\'s afraid of this place,\" he said. I kept rattling the chains anyway. He laughed. \"Ooh, I like a little resistance. Keep doing that.\"

And without further ceremony he speared me.

I grew still as he slowly pushed his entire length into me, until he couldn\'t push anymore. He wasn\'t any longer than Jason or Mike but he was definitely wider, and the pressure of him in my pussy hurt. I shut my eyes and prayed that this would be over soon. My physical reaction could only be physical; I was terrified, and I was crying, and my chest hurt from the force of my sobs. My pussy was hot and wet but that didn\'t mean I wanted this man to abuse me!

There was a difference between being submissive and being a victim, I thought angrily. There was a difference between wanting Jason in control and having Richard in control. With Jason, I could do anything and I didn\'t have to be afraid of being laughed at or making a mistake I couldn\'t take back. With Richard, I was just getting raped.

Once Richard was completely in me, he started a slow rhythm of long, deep strokes. No no no! This was supposed to be Jason\'s territory! No one else was supposed to touch me there, no one but Jason! I gave up fighting and just started sobbing. This was so wrong, this was so disgusting. My father always told me something like this would happen.

Why had I always dressed so conservatively? Why had I always been so scared of flirting with Jason? It would lead to rape, my father warned me. Not the rough sex that made my heart race and my palms sweat, but down-and-dirty, violent, brutal rape. Men raped women who showed themselves off; my father said, and wasn\'t Richard proving him right? I\'d worn this sheer little costume and strutted around and now Richard was fucking me like a machine, with the gall to say he would make me cum for him.

He leaned over me, pressing his stomach against my back, and kept drilling into my pussy. His mouth was next to my ear and through gasps for breath he said, \"I can feel your little pussy grabbing at me. I bet you\'re just dying to cum, aren\'t you? I can help with that.\"

I kept crying as he reached underneath me and fingered my clit. To my absolute horror, it was only a few seconds before my pussy clamped up around his cock and shuddered in orgasm. A cold wave of fear swept over me. Richard stayed resting on top of me and jerked his hips back and forth, increasing his pace now that he\'d prove he could make me cum, after all. His hands slid under me and roughly fondled my breasts; he pinched and squeezed my nipples while muttering curse words in my ear, telling me he could feel me responding to the dirty talk.

Why had I always kept my sterility a secret? Because my father told me that if men knew I couldn\'t get pregnant, they would rape me. It was a genetic defect that turned me into a desirable target for assault, he said. Without the danger of getting me pregnant, he said there would be guys who would tie me up and rape me for hours on end, leave, and come back every day for more. And he would know. He raped my mother.

And now Richard was proving him right, slamming into me so hard the shocks hurt my back.

Well, Daddy, I thought, whimpering, all those letters you sent to me from jail were right. I should\'ve been more careful. Mom should\'ve been more careful, too, but hey, you were the one who leaped out of the alley that night.

He went to jail a couple months after I was born, convicted on five or six rape charges from various women, I can\'t remember how many there were. I do know that he wrote me once a week ever since I was ten and wrote him, asking why he had hurt my mother so badly. (I figured she didn\'t love me because she was still hurting from what he did.)

\'Men are just like that sometimes, Baby Girl,\' he wrote back. \'Sometimes we can\'t control ourselves.\'

I guess it was morbid fascination that kept me writing him back -- and a little bit of fear, too. Fear that the way I was conceived made me want the rough sex I fantasized about as a teenager. Sounds insane, of course, but during puberty the knowledge that I was a \'rape baby\' dominated my life.

But my mom ignored me so much, and I had to run my own life, making all these huge decisions on my own without any help from my mom, and the thought of being tied up and not having to make any decisions about such a big issue as sex… that always stayed appealing. And got more appealing when I met Jason. He was just so perfect, faults and all.

Rich put his mouth on my neck and bit down, making me scream, drawing me out of my thoughts for a moment.

\"Admit it,\" he breathed in my ear, slowly pushing his cock into my pussy once again. \"You\'re enjoying this. I\'m going to take the gag out of your mouth, you\'re going to say that. You scream, and I\'ll bite you again, and this time I\'ll draw blood, Savannah. Besides, no one will be able to hear you with the loud music they\'re playing upstairs.\" He paused for a moment and then lifted my head back so he could take the gag out. \"Now say it,\" he hissed.

I coughed up lint from the rag and took a few deep breaths of air. This was incredibly stupid, but I couldn\'t stop myself from doing it. \"Bastard,\" I hissed, staring hard at the wall in front of me. I was so scared my heart felt like it was about to burst, for a second I spiraled, convinced I was having a heart attack, it hurt that bad. Like a cramp in my chest that just wouldn\'t let up.

He immediately started wiggling on top of me and rammed himself deeper into my pussy, so deep I yelled out in pain. My agony made him laugh more. \"No one can hear you,\" he said. \"Now say it. Say how much you enjoy it, or else!\"

Screaming hadn\'t made people come running. I bit down on my lip. I didn\'t doubt for one second that he would torture me, and apparently he wasn\'t lying when he said no one could hear me yell. Jason, I thought, squeezing my eyes shut to block everything out, please forgive me for this. \"I… I… am enjoying this.\" I didn\'t want to die.

That wasn\'t enough to please my captor. \"You know how I want you to talk,\" he warned me.

The thought of dying hadn\'t crossed my mind before that. My head throbbed in pain as I pleaded with God: Please don\'t let me die please don\'t let him kill me please don\'t let me die please don\'t let him kill me please don\'t let me die please don\'t let him kill me please don\'t let me die please don\'t let him kill me!

Choking down a sob, I managed to splutter, \"I--I love hav--having your big fat cock inside me.\" I wanted to live! This was awful but damnit I didn\'t want to die! I felt nauseous again and wanted to throw up after I said it, but Richard wasn\'t done yet.

He wanted more, and he was determined to see that I gave it to him. \"Tell me what a slut you are,\" he said, rocking his hips around in a circle that made his cock batter the insides of my cunt.

\"I--I\'m a slut…\" Just make it stop, please, just let it be over!

\"And you need me to fuck you,\" he growled.

\"And I… I need you to fuck me…\" I mumbled. He slapped my ass and I broke. I didn\'t want to feel that anymore, that was something I just could not take. \"Please, fuck me, harder,\" I begged, hating myself with every word. I just wanted it to stop.

He groaned, and his warm cum sprayed into me. I gasped and started crying again; not that my display phased Richard any, he stayed immobile inside me as his cock went flaccid. Then, humming to himself, he stepped back once or twice until his cock finally flopped out of my aching body.

Chuckling, he patted my head and murmured, \"What a good little whore you are.\" Then he sighed and undid both the restraints on my ankles, and the one holding my arms up. Richard made me lie down on my back before I could gather my wits and I stared at him and started shaking. He couldn\'t possibly have another erection so fast. That would just be too much.

He picked his plastic sword off the floor and twirled it around. I gulped. It was plastic, I told myself, so if he hit me with it at least it wouldn\'t cut. Unfortunately that wasn\'t what he was planning. That would\'ve been better.

\"Since you were so good,\" he said, grinning wickedly at me, \"I\'m going to let you cum again.\" The dim light in the room glared off his bald head, and his cock shimmered with my juices. He circled around to the end of the table, and I thought about running, but there were locks on the door across from us, and I was just too scared to move.

Richard grabbed the blade of the sword and angled the hilt at my pussy. He pushed the handle into me again, this time with the purpose of making me orgasm. He called me a slut and a whore and basically promised to keep the sword in me until I came for him. I crossed my arms over my chest and just cried, wishing my body would cooperate with him and cum already, but the sword was rough and hurt too much and I started to dry up, making the assault hurt even worse than before.

And he probably would\'ve kept doing that, laughing at my pain, except for the fact that the door opened just then.

A/N: Incredibly long story very short, I may not be able to update during November. Sorry about that.