No Such Thing As Nice Guys

Chapter Six – Rules Of The House

Travis’s point of view

I walked out of the bathroom, where I had just taken a shower. With just a towel around my waist, I entered my bedroom and looked for something to wear. It was almost five in the morning, so I figured I would just get dress for the rest of the day.

I settled with a loose pair of blue jeans and a white wife-beater. I ran a comb threw my hair quickly before leaving my room to go get something to eat. It was there, in the kitchen, that I heard them. The kitchen was just above the room she was in, and sound traveled pretty easily threw this house.

Grabbing a bag of chips from the cupboard, I smiled, and almost laughed out loud. ‘She’ll be fun,’ I told myself.

I waited in the living room, watching T.V., for Mark and Tom to finish. About 30 minutes later, I could hear them coming up the stairs. Mark walked into the kitchen, while Tom came and sat next to me on the couch.

“Well, what do you think?” I asked him, not averting my eyes from the T.V.

“Best one this month, I’ll tell you that.”

Every once in awhile, we go scout out some girls to take to the house for few weeks of fun, and usually, we did a pretty good job, except for the bitch a few weeks ago; damn, lose as a goose. No, seriously, I bet we could fit a whole goose up there.

Since she was of no good to us anyways, we wasted her and paid someone to take her body across the border to Mexico.

The girls we grew bored of, we either sold online, or to a buddy of ours who ran a prostitution ring. So far, nothing could be directly tied to us; we were good at what we did. And with the amount we could sell them for, none of us needed jobs; we had enough money to pay the bills and rent, as well as food. We were set.

“I could hear her from up here, what was the deal with that? I had to practically rip her hair out to do that before. Well, at first anyways.” I said curiously.

“I dunno, maybe she’s realized what a little slut she is, and could give a shit about her dignity; unlike most of them. I was actually a little surprised myself to tell you the truth, but who am I to argue. Anyways, she was tight as all hell man, how old did you say she was?”

“Just about 16.” I answered. That was the youngest we’d ever gotten before, but by the way it was turning out so far, we might be dipping down there more often.

“And a virgin as of a few hours ago, too.” I said this with an evil smile.

“Whoa. No way? That little whore? I never would have thought.” He said in disbelief.

“I know, neither did I. But she’s a fighter, let me tell you.” I put my hand on the side of my face, where it was red, but not bruised. “Once she’s had a chance to sober up a bit, she’ll go crazy.”

“Oh shit, she did that to you?” He looked at my face, and then laughed. “Oh yeah, this should be fun.

Mark came into the room with Tom and I, carrying a sandwich. “What should be fun?” He asked

“That little cunt downstairs; look what she did to Travis’s face.” Mark began to laugh hysterically at that.

“Shut up.” I said, punching him in the arm jokingly. “You should see what I did to her. In the morning she should have a nice black eye I bet, with some other bruises across her face. She’ll be soar when she wakes up, to say the least.”

*Later that day*

I made my way down stairs to Sarah’s room. She had been alone without food or water for almost 10 hours; although I’m sure she was sleeping anyways. Sure enough, when I opened the door slowly, she was asleep on the dirty mattress on the floor.

She looked so cute sleeping like that, and I felt a hard-on coming on. I almost didn’t want to wake her, she looked so cute, but I did.

“Get up” I said loudly, causing her to jerk awake. There was no light in that room, but the door was still open, letting in enough light to see. “I brought you some water and food.” I put it next to her on the floor and made my way back to the door.

“Wait.” She said softly. I turned around to face her, but she looked away.

“What?”

“Um… Can you tell me what’s going on? What’s going to happen to me?” I could tell she was fighting back tears of fright, which didn’t help my attempt to ignore my erection.

Turning around to face her I said, “You really want to know what’s going to happen to you?” She looked up at me with tear filled eyes and nodded.

“Well, that all depends on you, and how much we like you or don’t like you.” From the look on her face, I could tell she didn’t understand.

“Let me put it this way. You belong to us now, and if you piss us off or we get bored with you, we’ll find something to do with you; and it will be far worse than this.”

I walked out of the room and shut the door. No doubt she had already figured out that the door didn’t open from the inside without a key. I could hear she begin to sob uncontrollably. I didn’t expect her to start screaming obscenities at us however, as I walked upstairs.

“Let me out of here you sick basterd! LET ME OUT!” I could hear her pounding on the door, and it greatly amused me. She continued screaming until way after I had reached the top of the stairs and sat on the couch. Mark and Tom, who were in the kitchen, began to laugh.

I decided to give her another hour or so before I went back down there. When I did, I wasn’t surprised that her food was gone, but the bowl it had been in was smashed to pieces.

“Some way to act while you’re a guest in someone’s house Sarah. You should be punished for that.” I said after I had shut the door behind me.

She looked at me stubbornly. “Fuck you.” She said sternly. I laughed a little, knowing that would piss her off even more.

She was completely naked; Mark and Tom must have taken her cloths last night when they were finished. I couldn’t see very well, but I could tell her face was a mixture of fear, anger, and…anticipation, I thought. ‘Hum… this is going to be more fun that I thought.’ I thought to myself.

“Defiantly, but first lets have a little chat, shall we?”

She looked at me, but didn’t say anything.

“Good. First thing, don’t even try to run away, because there’s an alarm system in the house that goes off if any window or door is opened before I shut it off, and Mark, Tom and I can all run faster than you can. The closest house is a 5 minute jog from here and you do not want to find out what happens if we catch you.”

I waited for her to take all this in before I continued. “Second thing, every action has either a consequence or a reward. That’s up to you. And the last thing, don’t speak unless you’re spoken too. Got it?”

She didn’t respond, so I assumed she understood. I sat on the mattress next to her, and felt her shirt away from me. “Listen, Sarah. I can make this easier on you if you want, but that means you need to accept it’s going to happen from the beginning.”

She shifted uncomfortably. By this time my eyes had fully adjusted to the light, and I could see that she was staring at the wall next to her. I reached over and took her hand that was lying between us. I gently pulled her arm towards me, and when she didn’t pull away, I pulled her all the way to me.

She was surprised, and turned to face me, where I placed a passionate kiss on her lips, kissing her in a way somewhat like the first kiss we shared, only in an, ‘I know what I want and I’m going to get it,’ way.

I was just starting to think she would be submissive this time, when she pulled her arm away from me, and backed up to the wall behind her. “Get away from me, please. Just leave me alone.” She said quietly.

“Come on Sarah, I really don’t want to hurt you, I’ll give you one last chance.” Honestly, I did want to hurt her; I wanted to make her scream and beg for me to stop, and I want her to struggle beneath me. I just wanted to give her the chance to avoid that so I at least felt like she’d had a shot.

I got up, walked to her and looked down to where she was sitting. I sat down once again, this time next to her. Taking my left arm, I turned to face her and gently placed my hand on her face, turning her to me. I place a soft kiss on her lips.

Not too surprisingly, she pulled away. Before she could move away however, I grabbed her wrist and pulled, causing her to face me again. “You’re really starting to piss me off!” I said.

She look me in the eye, which really surprised me that she’d still be that bold, and said, “I would never willingly have sex with a piece or scum like you.” Her voice had more power behind it this time, and she looked like she meant it.

My facial expression turned from surprised, to pissed off. Glaring at her, I backhanded her. She must have been expecting it, because she tried to dodge it; not very well though.

“Listen to me you little slut. No one talks to me like that; especially a woman.” I pushed her backwards, and she landed on her back. Standing up, I quickly took off my pants. Before she could attempt to move, I was soon sitting on top of her. I was crushing her with my weight, I knew that, but I didn’t care.

While she was pinned under me, I took that time to remove my shirt. She started thrashing wildly, hitting me as hard as she could until I caught her wrists and pinned them down.

I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her crap this time; I grabbed her head and forced her to take my semi-erect penis into her mouth. I held her head so she couldn’t pull away.

“You know what to do, don’t make me decide to dry-fuck you like I did last time.” I knew she had hated that; most women did. However, the heat and amazing friction in those first several thrusts felt amazing, so I didn’t hesitate to do that usually.

She was still thrashing about under me. If I hadn’t had one hand on her head and the other pinning her wrists, I would have punched her in the stomach to stop her from kicking. Instead, I sat down with all my weight on her chest.

In her mad thrashes to escape my hold, her tongue had graced the tip of my dick several times. It was almost fully erect from that, and the feeling of her body moving around under me.

I pulled harder on her hair. “Settle down bitch. You’re a worthless piece of shit, who’s only reason to live right now is to serve me! The soon you accept that the better.” It was then that she realized I was capable of killing her if I wanted to.

She stopped moving about, but still didn’t respond to my now throbbing dick in her mouth. I looked down, and saw she was looking up at me with watery eyes. They were begging me to stop, but I looked at her and said, “Suck.”

Her eyes let the flood of tears she was holding back finally roll down her cheeks as she reluctantly did as I said.