No Such Thing As Nice Guys

Chapter Five – Tricked Again

Sarah’s point of view

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I seriously thought he was going to kidnap me, but it must have just been part of his sick game. A way for him to get his kicks for the night.

The rest of the car ride was silent. When we got to his house he parked the car and turned off the engine. Taking the keys he said, “I’ll be right back.”

I was so happy that I was going to go home that I didn’t take the time to look around, meaning I didn’t notice two people emerge from the back of the house, and sneak around the yard to right behind the car.

I saw Travis come out of the house and walk towards the car. He opened the door and leaned in to say something.

“Do you want something to drink or something? Water?”

Before I could respond to him, the door on my side of the car was swung open and someone was pulling me out backwards. I was about to scream when I felt a knife against my throat.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” said a harsh whisper into my ear. I looked up at Travis, who was now next to the two men behind me.

“Take her to the basement first; I’ll be down in a minute.” He said to the man holding onto me. Before it even occurred to me to kick, my feet were grabbed by the other man. I was too scared to speak, but struggled to get out from their grasps on me.

We followed Travis into the house, but when he turned right, we kept going. At this point I realized kicking was doing nothing but wear me out, so I had stopped.

A door in front of us was kicked open, revealing some declining stairs. There was one dull bulb about the stairs, but everything else looked dark.

Reaching the bottom, a light was turned on. The room was slightly brighter; but the bulb in this room was duller than the one above the stairs. I could see only one door, and we were heading right for it.

When it was opened by whoever was carrying my feet, it was pitch black. No light was turned on as we walked in.

I was suddenly dropped. I was prepared for a painful landing, but instead I landed on a mattress. I felt dizzy from the drop and because I was still a little drunk.

I heard the door close and lock, but I couldn’t see anything. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt someone else sit on the mattress; I’d thought they’d left the room.

My eyes were getting used to the darkness of the room, and I could make out that the two who carried me were still with me.

“What do you think Mark?” I recognized Tom’s voice immediately, and knew that these two were the two from in the room with Travis and me a few hours ago. That scared me more than the thought of strangers being with me in this small, dark room, for some reason. I think because I knew what they were capable of; and there were two of them, not just one this time.

“Hum… I dunno, do you want to wait and talk to Travis or go ahead anyways?”

“I don’t think it matters, but I’d like to get to it now. That quickie I looked for earlier passed out before it got good, so I left.”

“Alright man. Say, she isn’t much of a talker, is she Tom?

“A talker, no, it doesn’t seem like it…. But I bet she’s a moaner.” Tom said with a laugh.

I had crawled back as far as I could on the mattress. My back was against the cool cement of the wall, but I was still trying to back up. I was sore everywhere, I couldn’t possibly handle all this again.

I saw Tom reach out to grab my foot that was next to him. I tried to pull it away but was to slow. He jerked me forward, pulling me a good two feet. I was no where near the wall now.

I began to thrash madly. I used every amount of energy I had to fight against his hold on me. I didn’t stop even after being slapped across the face.

“Settle down bitch!” Mark said. He then went behind me and grabbed my wrists, pinning them with one hand while he reached in his pocket for something. I soon felt cold metal against my wrists, and realized he had handcuffed me. Now I was completely defenseless except my feet, which Tom had a good hold on.

“Get off of me!” I yelled. “LET ME GO!” Despite the fact I couldn’t use my hands, I was still thrashing around madly. I managed to get one foot lose from Toms grasp, only to receive a punch in the stomach. I immediately stopped struggling. The wind was completely knocked out of me and I curled up in pain.

“That’s what I thought.” Tom said matter-of-factly.

He grabbed both my ankles again and pulled me further down the mattress. My eyes were closed in pain and humiliation, but I heard them both unzip and take off their pants.

Mark suddenly grabbed a hold of my chin and forced me to look at him. “Bite and so help me God; you’ll wish you’d never been born.” I knew he was serious by the look in his eyes. His blue eyes were not as intimidating as Travis’ eyes, but they were still scary.

He moved so he was to the left of me, and before I could think of what to do, I could feel the head of his penis at my lips. His pre-cum was already on my lips, so I hoped at least it would be quick.

I opened my mouth, and just like Travis, before I had a chance to do my thing, my head was forced down on his cock. I used my tongue as best as possible, but at the speed he was going there wasn’t much I could do. Instead, I sucked as hard as I could.

Meanwhile, Tom was taking off my pants. With my arms still handcuffed I couldn’t prevent him at all, and soon I was exposed from the waist, down. I tried to close my legs tightly, but Tom was much stronger than me and my legs were forced open.

I expected him to impale me swiftly like Travis had done, but instead he pressed his thumb against my clit hard, but not hard enough to hurt. Once he began to rotate it however, I lost control. Accidentally, I let out a moan from my throat, the vibrations causing Mark to groan deeply.

“Listen to this slut, she’s moaning already.” Mark said,

If I wasn’t completely out of tears I would have begun to cry. He was right, I was a slut. My body was enjoying and responding to this unwanted attention. I tried to keep myself from enjoying the sensations of what Tom was doing, but I was failing miserably.

Mark pulled out suddenly, and I could see him jacking off next to my face. Before I could prepare myself, he shot his cum all over my chest and bra. I hadn’t realized that Travis’ shirt had been ripped open until now. It must have happened during my short-lived struggle.

Mark sat back against the wall and was breathing heavily, while Tom was still at work. He was constantly changing the pressure his thumb had on my clit, and it was driving me crazy.

With Mark out of the way, Tom climbed on top of me, but didn’t remove his hand. Instead he shoved two of his fingers into my hole suddenly, and that sent me over the edge. I let out a very audible moan.

“Yeah, that’s right bitch, you like that, huh? You little slut.”

I was over come by so many emotions and thoughts. How could I be so soar down there, but then feel pleasure there the next moment? And why was my body enjoying this? I couldn’t help it; did that make me a slut?

Toms hand was taken away suddenly, and a sound of disappointment escaped from me before I could stop it.

“Damn, your cunt is so wet for me. You’re such a fucking whore. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I was so humiliated and horny at the same time, I didn’t know what I would say if I spoke. However, when he punched me in the stomach again, I knew I would have to answer him.

After catching my breath, I said quietly, “Yes.” I said what he wanted to hear, but did I mean it? Did I really want him to fuck me? The feelings going threw my body were so confusing, I didn’t know what I wanted.

”I want you to scream it! Tell me how much you want me to fuck you!” Before I could answer I received a slap across the face. At this point, all my wounds were numb of feeling.

“I want you to fuck me, please fuck me.” I said louder.

“Who do you want to fuck you?” He asked, teasing my clit with his finger. His actions sent sparks threw my body, and I had no control over what came out of my mouth next.

“Oh God, fuck me right now Tom, I need you to! Oh God!”

“That’s right you fucking whore.” He said as he positioned himself at my hole. I involuntarily bucked my hips up, and then he slowly pushed the head of his cock in. It wasn’t as big as Travis, but still big enough to hut.

After several seconds of him resting with his head just barely inside me, he pushed all the way in. I let out a moan once again. I hated myself for it, but I was enjoying it.

My head was jerked to the side by my hair as Tom bit down hard into the exposed flesh on my neck. Just as he did that, he began to pound into me at a fast, steady speed.

I knew he drew blood, like Travis had, but I didn’t care. The pleasure was so great that there was practically no pain now in something that should have me screaming.