Sarah

Chapter Three: Backing Up (Part Three)

Opening his bedroom door, he threw me to the ground, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“You want to be a good slut now or are we going to keep going back and forth like this?”

“I hate you.” I said, still on the floor.

“That’s too bad, Sarah…” He said, mockingly. “Now get up.”

Standing up slowly, my eyes never leaving him, I watched him walk around me to his dresser and reach in.

Pulling out two pairs of hand cuffs he looked at me coldly.

“Do I have to use these or are you gonna be a good little whore and do what I tell you from now on?” I didn’t say anything, but I did break eye contact with him. He took that as a sign of submission and from the corner of my eye I could see him smile.

“I’ll leave these by the bed just in case.”

He walked towards me but I backed up against the wall. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed my wrist and sighed in an over exaggerated way.

“I thought you were gonna start being more agreeable from now on… Guess we get to do this the fun way now.” He smiled and pulled me over to the bed, where I began thrashing madly, trying to escape his grip on my wrist.

Pulling me tightly against his body he wrapped on arm around my waist, limiting my thrashing movements. Looking down at me he smiled.

“Fine with me thought.”

He fell onto the bed, with me under neither him. His entire body weight was on me, and I couldn’t move very far at all. Grabbing my already ripped shirt, he tore it off of me and threw it off the bed.

Rubbing his erection on my leg he entangled his hands in my hair and smelled deeply.

“Your hair smells like apples, Sarah…” Continuing to smell my hair, he kissed softly on my neck, sucking lightly every once in awhile. With his body weight on me I couldn’t move very much, and what little I did move only caused him to groan and rub his erection on me harder.

Freeing one of his hands from my hair he reached down and rubbed my clit through my underwear; gently at first, picking up pace and force as he continued, and I couldn’t help but let a moan escape.

This time he didn’t comment on it, although I knew he must have heard me. Instead, he pulled my underwear to the side and slid a finger inside. I knew I was wet, there was no hiding it; what I couldn’t understand was why. Why couldn’t I control my body, why was he able to control it?

Moving his finger in and out very slowly, I involuntarily lifted my hips up to meet his finger. Again he didn’t comment.

Steadily gaining speed and force, I soon lost control of my moans and let a few more escape.

Whispering in my ear again, he said, “That’s it, let it out, you wanted this… You asked for this.”

I knew what he said but I couldn’t focus on it. Although I knew I shouldn’t be responding like this, I shouldn’t be encouraging him, I couldn’t control my body. As he moved his finger in and out faster and faster, I began meeting his finger every time with my thrusts.

Biting my lip to control my moans, I tasted blood in my mouth.

Suddenly, he stopped. Letting out a groan of disappointment without realizing it, he sat up so he was straddling me.

“You like that, don’t you, whore? You like my power over your body…”

Trying to calm my breathing down and focus on what he was saying, I was taken by surprise as he ripped off my panties. Pressing his knee between my legs, forcing them apart, he placed the head of his cock against my entrance.

Rubbing the head around my hole and up to my clit, I could feel how soaked it was. Slowly he rubbed it against my clit.

Suddenly realizing both my hands were free, I was about to push him away when he pushed the head of his cock into me quickly. He groaned loudly, and I yelp; it hurt.

“Kevin, it hurts! Please stop…”

He leaned down and whispered into my ear again, “Shhh… It won’t for long… In a few minutes you’ll be begging for me to fuck you harder…”

As he said this, he suddenly thrust all the way in, gripping my upper arms with both his hands as he did. His nails dug into the skin on my arms, but that was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling elsewhere.

He stayed put for a moment and groaned into my ear, “God Damnit you’re so fucking tight…” He pulled out slowly and I tried not to sob at the pain. Stopping with only an inch or two inside of me, he then plowed back down forcefully.

I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as I could as he continued repeating this, trying not to sob too much. Before long he picked up speed, and I yelped in pain every time he slammed down into me, and meeting my yelps were his moans of pleasure.

He let go of one of my arms and grabbed my hair, twisting my head around so my neck was exposed to him, and he whispered in my ear again.

“Fucking slut, you like my cock pounding into you don’t you?” I didn’t trust myself to speak, but I tried to shake my head. Although his hand was wrapped in my hair again I managed to get the message across.

“Then why are you so fucking wet?” He was right, I was. And although I hated was he was doing, the pain was starting to ease away and pleasure was replacing it; just like how it felt with his fingers, just better…

I shook my head again; trying to deny what he knew was true… I was starting to enjoy it. I couldn’t understand it, why couldn’t I stop myself from enjoying this… This was rape, and my body was betraying me…

Suddenly, he pulled out of me, and I thought it was over. I was wrong however, because he flipped me over with one arm, so I was lying on my stomach.

He positioned me so my ass was sticking up, and he pressed his hand down on my back, forcing my chest onto the bed.

“If you don’t keep that fucking ass in the air it’ll be the next place my cock is going, got it?” He said coldly, as he pulled my hips back and positioned himself again.

Without warning this time, he slammed all the way into me and kept going. In this position, he went so much deeper, and I couldn’t help but moan every time he slammed into me.

“Mmmm, fuck yeah…” He mumbled under his breath as he continued to pound deeper and deeper. Slowing down suddenly, he grabbed my hair and forced me to look over my shoulder at him.

“Look at me!” He said when I avoided his eye contact.
“Yeah, you like taking my cock like a whore, huh? Fucking say it.” His cold green eyes stared right back into mine.

“…I-…I l-like ta-aking…” I couldn’t bring myself to continue, but he gripped my hair tighter and grabbed my hip with his other hand, picking up speed again.

“Y-your c-c-cock…L-like a wh-” Before I could finish, he suddenly let go of my hip and gripped my throat instead.

“Yeah, you’re my fucking whore now… Fucking take it….” He pounded harder and faster into me, one hand cutting off my air while the other gripped tightly in my hair, forcing me to look up at him.

Staring down at me as he went harder and harder, he let go of my throat and grabbed my chin.

“Open your mouth, slut!” He yelled at me, not missing a beat as continued to pound into me. I did what he said, and opened my mouth.

“Good fucking slut…” Then he spit straight into my mouth, before coving my mouth with his hand, forcing me to swallow what he spit into my mouth.

“You belong to me, you got that?” I didn’t respond because he gripped my throat again and jerked lightly. He slammed all the way into me and paused for a second, then pulled out and did it again. Repeating this several times, he jerked again before slamming in and collapsing on top of me, living his slowly softening cock inside of me.

He laid down on top of me, panting heavily; sweat rolling off his chest and onto my back. I tried to control my breathing as well, but every few breaths are followed by hiccupped sobs.

Rolling off of me, he gets off the bed and walks into the bathroom connected to his room. I didn’t move, afraid of what he would do next, but when he came back he threw a towel at me.

“Hold that under yourself when you stand up; I don’t want blood on my bed.” Looking down I saw the blood he was talking about.

“If I’d known you were a virgin I would have fucked you on the ground. Easy mistake to make though, what with you prancing all over the house in mini-skirts and bikini tops all summer and what-not.” He said it so causally, as if nothing he’d just done to me had fazed him in the least.

I was beyond crying now; I was numb to his words at this point. As I stood up with the towel pressed against my vagina, he spoke again.

“Go turn on the shower, I’ll be there in a minute. We’re not going to sleep smelling like sex.”

It took me a second to realize what he meant.

“I… Can I go back to my room now… Please?” I was disgusted at how pathetic I sounded, on the verge of tears and begging the man who just raped me to allow me to go to my own room, but I couldn’t help it.

“This is your room from now on, I’ll move your stuff in here tomorrow; I have to be able to keep a close eye on my little whore… She tends to run…”

He was talking about me like I wasn’t even a person anymore, like I was property; his property.

With no energy left to fight with for the night, I let my head fall in defeat and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower.