No Such Thing As Nice Guys

Chapter Three – Still Drunk

Sarah’s point of view

“I’m a whore.” I heard myself say quietly. I was so confused as to what was going on right now. I remembered coming downstairs with him; was I really intending on this to happen? I couldn’t think straight, but that didn’t seem like me. I usually ended up making out with someone for an hour or so, but never going all the way. Maybe I was a whore for that.

What was I thinking? This guy I just met had turned into some sort of sadistic maniac. And what about his friends? What house later on? I was so focused on figuring out what happened that I barely heard him talking to me, but when his hand contacted with my face suddenly, I lost all focus.

“Listen to me when I’m talking to you!” He yelled angrily. I couldn’t see him but I could tell he had an evil grin on his face. “That’s better.” He said.

I felt him shift so he was directly on top of me. I couldn’t breathe very well, and tried to wiggle out from the position I was in, but that only made it harder to breathe. His warm breath was blowing on my neck over the bite mark he had left. It had long ago stopped bleeding, but when he ran his finger over it I drew a sharp intake of breath at the pain that was still there.

As I felt his hand at my breast I thought again that, in my drunken state of mind, I had asked for this. But then again, who cared what I did before, I was telling him to stop now, and that’s what he should do regardless of what I might have said before.

While I was busy debating this in my head, I had neglected to pay attention to the traveling of his hand southward. When it reached the top of my panties, the last remaining article of clothing I had on, his hand ran across the silky fabric. His thumb pressed onto my clit unexpectedly and I gasped. Just as suddenly as it happened, he pulled away.

“For that little fit you threw before; kicking me in the face and all, I think I’m going to dry-fuck you. How does that sound you whore?” I started to cry and mumbled words that made no sense. My tears and sobs were so loud and uncontrollable that I couldn’t talk straight.

“P-Please d-don’t Travis. I, I can’t t-take it! I b-beg you, l-let me g-go!” I thought of how pathetic I must have sounded, but I didn’t want my first time to be like this. I wanted it to be special with someone I had known for longer that a few hours. The thought of him taking me with no lubrication was even more horrific. I couldn’t imagine the amount of pain I was soon going to be in.

I felt him sit up until he was sitting on my chest. He wasn’t putting all his weight on me, but it was still somewhat difficult to breathe. Without the ability to see I could only assume he had a lustful look in his eyes. I soon felt the head of his penis on my lips. I had given blow-jobs before, but I never really cared for it; I thought they tasted weird. But it looked like I didn’t have a choice.

He pressed harder until I opened my mouth. I was prepared to do what I had done all the times before, but I didn’t have the chance. He grabbed a handful of my hair and rammed his cock all the way down my throat. I gagged and thought I was going to choke to death.

“Relax your throat Sarah. That’s a good bitch,” he sad in a stern voice. I tried to do as he said, and breathed out my nose as best I could. It was still uncomfortable, but I slowly adjusted to it; that was, until he pulled my head back and slammed me onto his cock again. He grunted every few thrusts or so, and I was just getting used to it finally, I heard him say, “Suck it whore. Suck it hard and use your tongue.”

I tried to do as he said, hoping it would all be over in a minute. I was sadly mistaken however. He pulled out before he finished and looked down at me. “I’ve had better.” He said casually. “And don’t think you’re getting off anytime soon; it takes a lot to make me cum, and believe me, we’re not leaving until my cum is all over you.”

I felt a sudden burst of adrenalin that must have been delayed because of the alcohol. I turned that immediately into anger.

“You sick basterd! Get the hell off me!” I pushed him with all my strength, and catching him off guard, managed to get out from under him. I reached out and grabbed me by the waist however, swinging me back to him, where I in turn began attempting to hit him.

That, however, failed miserably. Before I knew it I had received one of many slaps to the face. I shook it off and started screaming, hoping someone would hear me. I ran to where I thought the door would be. When I found it, I tried turning the knob but it was locked.

I heard him laughing at me, and I spun around to face his direction. “Listen you ass-fuck, what the hell do you think you’re doing! Let me go RIGHT NOW!” I could tell he was amused, and that really pissed me off. I marched up to the sound of his voice, where he chucked amusingly, as if he was enjoying all of this.

“I don’t know what kind of sick game you’re playing here, but I’ve had enough! So just let me go!” Just when realized I could take off my blindfold, he chuckled.

“Either you’re drunker than I thought, or just really stupid; like I am going to just let you leave? Now, enough of these games-” He suddenly had my arm before I had a chance to take off the blindfold, and I was flung across his lap onto the bed with him once again on top of me. This time he got right down to it.

He grabbed my chin and said sternly, “That was fun and all, but lets get going; I have shit to do later.” He then pressed a hard kiss on my lips as he tore off my panties. I protested under him, tried to push him away, but nothing worked. When I felt his penis gently touch my clit, it sent bolts of excitement and fear.

Pulling away from the kiss, he still held my chin. “Beg for it.” I looked up at him, unable to see, and confused. “Beg me to fuck you!”

I looked to what I thought would be his face and said, “Never.” Then I spit in his face. I guess I hadn’t though of the consequences of that because once again I could sense him raise his hand to punch me; but he stopped. I winced when he didn‘t immediately hit me.

“You’re going to be a hard one to break… But I’ve always enjoyed a challenge.” Then he punched the left side of my face so hard my head swung to the right and swung back. He wrapped his fists in my hair and pulled my head back, completely exposing my neck to him.

“I’m going to say this ONE. LAST. TIME. Obey me and you won’t get hurt. Next time I won’t hesitate to hit you until your whole face is covered in blood!” He paused before placing a light kiss on my neck.

He stuck his tongue out and licked my neck tenderly; I almost forgot he was doing this against my will, until I could feel the head of his penis start to enter me.

“Don’t, please don’t! STOP!” I said pathetically. I started to cry and knew my blindfold was now soaked. “You should have thought of that before sweetheart,” he said as he was kissing my neck again.

With one hard thrust he pushed himself completely inside of me. I felt as I was being ripped in half, and let out a scream louder than I had ever screamed. His mouth was soon to take advantage of the fact my mouth was open, and kissed me the way he did when we first walked into this room; passionately.

The pain was unbearable. Without my own wetness as lubrication, my pussy felt like it was on fire. So much unwanted friction in that one thrust. He didn’t even allow me to get used to the size of him inside me. He pulled almost all the way out before ruthlessly pounding back into me and continued at the rate.

With every thrust the whole bed creaked. I was sobbing uncontrollably now because of the pain and humiliation of being taken like this.

He slowed into a steady pace and pulled away from my mouth. Between pants he said, “I’ll take - off - the blind - fold, - if you - tell me - what - a whore and - slut you - are.” I desperately wanted to see; not being able to see what was happening and what he was about to do was terrible.

His fist, which was still entangled with my hair gave a warning tug. “I’m - a - whore.” I whispered between his forceful thrusts. My body had finally created lubrication for the forceful attacks on it, but it was still painful.

He slowed down his pace momentarily so he was able to put a sentence together. “Say it like you mean it, cunt!” He pulled all the way out and slammed back in when I hesitated.

“I’m a slut, a whore. I was asking for this.” I said louder. He tugged on my hair and said, “And what else, bitch?” “And I’m loving (Sob) every min-” I was cut of by another kiss like the first one we had.

He started again at his pace, and after 30 seconds or so, he broke the kiss, and I asked, “Will you - take - off the - blindfold? - please?” He just laughed. “I think its - (Thrust) - more fun - this way!”

Tears were now streaming down my face and an uncontrollable rate. “But - you said!” I protested. He answered me with another tug of my hair. “Don’t - speak unless - I (thrust) tell - you to!”

Realizing at last, that there was nothing else I could do, I tried to block out what was happening to me.