No Such Thing As Nice Guys
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
11,944
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction and all characters are creations of the author. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is coincidental.
Trust
Chapter Seven – Trust?
Sarah’s point of view
There was nothing I could do at this point. If I struggled, that would only cause more pain. But I couldn’t just give in; I still had some dignity. What I needed was some way to escape. Wild thoughts were flowing through my head as Travis’s cock was down my throat. I had been doing a good job of blocking out what was happening until I felt his hot cum shoot down my throat.
He pulled out of my mouth and got off of me. I knew he wasn’t done, however, when I saw him stroking his semi-erect penis back to life. An idea came to me however; if I got him to trust me, than I might have a better chance to escape. The thought of willingly going along with this was sickening, but I saw no other choice.
I was still laying on her back on the dirty mattress; the only piece of furniture in the room. I could see Travis still had a look of lust in his dangerous green eyes.
“Get up.” He said. I got to her feet sooner than he would have expected, and I saw the surprise in his facial expression. He must have shook it off, because he continued. “Turn around.”
I did as I was told, and was now facing the wall. Travis approached me from behind and shoved me further forward, pinning me on the wall. I felt him close the space between us. I felt his hand place on my back, and slowly running down my spine. When he reached the small of my back, he stopped.
Leaning closer to me to whisper, he said, “What do you want me to do?”
Before I could stop myself, I answered, “Let me go.” Damn it! I was supposed to get him to trust me. If I changed my mind now it would be too obvious. I would have to wait awhile before trying again.
He gripped my left butt cheek roughly at my response. I took in a deep breath at this, and attempted to separate myself from him as much as possible, but the wall stopped me.
His hand let go of my ass and grazed over it softly, before reaching down between my legs and pressing his cold finger against my clit. I let out a small moan at the surprise, and I knew he was smiling.
He increased the pressure and began to rub around in circles. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound. It failed when he suddenly pushed a finger into my now wet hole. I gasped.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything?” He whispered.
I didn’t respond. He pulled his fingers out and removed his hand completely. I let out a small moan of disappointment, and mentally kicked myself.
“Answer me, or I’ll leave you like this, unsatisfied.” He said quietly.
Slowly, I turned to face him. “Touch me…please?” I asked in the sexiest voice I could muster. I hated myself for inviting him to violate me like this, but I needed to gain his trust.
He walked up to me slowly from where he stood and placed his hand softly on my cheek. “Really?” He said, teasingly.
“…. Yes.” I answered hesitantly. I tried to look like I meant it, but it must have failed, because with that, and the hesitant answer I gave, caused his eyes to fill with anger.
Before I knew it he took the soft hand from my cheek, and brought it back with a force so strong, I fell to the floor.
As I held my stinging cheek, Travis grabbed me by the arm and yanked me up, before throwing me against the wall and pinning me there with his body.
“Don’t pull the shit with me. I know what you’re up to, and it’s not going to work. The next time you try to act cute like that, you better hope I don’t find any doubt in your face. Don’t think you can trick me, because I’ve done this before, and believe me, I know the difference between real and fake.”
I was shaking with fear and anger; anger at myself for not doing a good job at pretending I wanted him. I could only think of one thing I could do to help my case.
“B-But…you said too…you told me too.” I looked away from him, but he grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. “I was only doing what you wanted.” I said softly.
He looked as if he was thinking it over. Of course I knew he wasn’t going to tell me that he was sorry that he had made a mistake, so instead he said, “Just watch how you say stuff from now on… The tone of voice can tell a lot.” He let go of my face.
Removing his body from mine, he backed up before pushing me down on the mattress. Before I could stop myself, I let out a gasp of surprise. ‘Oh well.’ I thought. ‘At least he thinks I’m trying to obey him.’
It was driving me crazy the way he was now pacing around the room; I didn’t know what he was about to do, so I tried to prepare myself for anything. However, that failed, because I still jumped like a cat when he sat next to me.
“Listen, Travis, I-”
“Shut up! Did I tell you that you could speak?” He yelled, though not as loud as I expected. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but whatever it was, I had a feeling I would be punished for it. In a way, I almost felt bad for him; I don’t know why, but I did.
Still not looking at me, he took a deep breath before standing up and walking to the door. Right before he opened it, he turned to me.
“Are you still hungry?” I was completely taken aback. He hadn’t brought much food down earlier, and I hadn’t eaten in almost 12 hours now.
“Um… yeah, a little.” I said softly.
With that, he left the room, only to return a few minutes later with a turkey sandwich and some water. He placed it next to my bed, before sitting down next to me.
I quietly went to pick up the food, and began to eat slowly.
“Um… Travis?” I asked, afraid of what he would do. I braced myself, but he didn’t react how I expected.
“What?” He asked. He wasn’t sharp or mean about it; he honestly wanted to know what I wanted.
“Um… Are you alright? Is something wrong?” What the hell was wrong with me!? What the hell did I care!? This mad had raped me and kid knapped me, and was now holding me hostage! But, although it hadn’t been my reason for asking, that actually turned out to my advantage; now he would begin to trust me. Hopefully.
“What? Oh, nothing.” I knew I had caught him off guard. I smiled to myself, sure not to let him see it.
Once he saw I was done eating, he left the room with my dishes.
Sarah’s point of view
There was nothing I could do at this point. If I struggled, that would only cause more pain. But I couldn’t just give in; I still had some dignity. What I needed was some way to escape. Wild thoughts were flowing through my head as Travis’s cock was down my throat. I had been doing a good job of blocking out what was happening until I felt his hot cum shoot down my throat.
He pulled out of my mouth and got off of me. I knew he wasn’t done, however, when I saw him stroking his semi-erect penis back to life. An idea came to me however; if I got him to trust me, than I might have a better chance to escape. The thought of willingly going along with this was sickening, but I saw no other choice.
I was still laying on her back on the dirty mattress; the only piece of furniture in the room. I could see Travis still had a look of lust in his dangerous green eyes.
“Get up.” He said. I got to her feet sooner than he would have expected, and I saw the surprise in his facial expression. He must have shook it off, because he continued. “Turn around.”
I did as I was told, and was now facing the wall. Travis approached me from behind and shoved me further forward, pinning me on the wall. I felt him close the space between us. I felt his hand place on my back, and slowly running down my spine. When he reached the small of my back, he stopped.
Leaning closer to me to whisper, he said, “What do you want me to do?”
Before I could stop myself, I answered, “Let me go.” Damn it! I was supposed to get him to trust me. If I changed my mind now it would be too obvious. I would have to wait awhile before trying again.
He gripped my left butt cheek roughly at my response. I took in a deep breath at this, and attempted to separate myself from him as much as possible, but the wall stopped me.
His hand let go of my ass and grazed over it softly, before reaching down between my legs and pressing his cold finger against my clit. I let out a small moan at the surprise, and I knew he was smiling.
He increased the pressure and began to rub around in circles. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound. It failed when he suddenly pushed a finger into my now wet hole. I gasped.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything?” He whispered.
I didn’t respond. He pulled his fingers out and removed his hand completely. I let out a small moan of disappointment, and mentally kicked myself.
“Answer me, or I’ll leave you like this, unsatisfied.” He said quietly.
Slowly, I turned to face him. “Touch me…please?” I asked in the sexiest voice I could muster. I hated myself for inviting him to violate me like this, but I needed to gain his trust.
He walked up to me slowly from where he stood and placed his hand softly on my cheek. “Really?” He said, teasingly.
“…. Yes.” I answered hesitantly. I tried to look like I meant it, but it must have failed, because with that, and the hesitant answer I gave, caused his eyes to fill with anger.
Before I knew it he took the soft hand from my cheek, and brought it back with a force so strong, I fell to the floor.
As I held my stinging cheek, Travis grabbed me by the arm and yanked me up, before throwing me against the wall and pinning me there with his body.
“Don’t pull the shit with me. I know what you’re up to, and it’s not going to work. The next time you try to act cute like that, you better hope I don’t find any doubt in your face. Don’t think you can trick me, because I’ve done this before, and believe me, I know the difference between real and fake.”
I was shaking with fear and anger; anger at myself for not doing a good job at pretending I wanted him. I could only think of one thing I could do to help my case.
“B-But…you said too…you told me too.” I looked away from him, but he grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. “I was only doing what you wanted.” I said softly.
He looked as if he was thinking it over. Of course I knew he wasn’t going to tell me that he was sorry that he had made a mistake, so instead he said, “Just watch how you say stuff from now on… The tone of voice can tell a lot.” He let go of my face.
Removing his body from mine, he backed up before pushing me down on the mattress. Before I could stop myself, I let out a gasp of surprise. ‘Oh well.’ I thought. ‘At least he thinks I’m trying to obey him.’
It was driving me crazy the way he was now pacing around the room; I didn’t know what he was about to do, so I tried to prepare myself for anything. However, that failed, because I still jumped like a cat when he sat next to me.
“Listen, Travis, I-”
“Shut up! Did I tell you that you could speak?” He yelled, though not as loud as I expected. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but whatever it was, I had a feeling I would be punished for it. In a way, I almost felt bad for him; I don’t know why, but I did.
Still not looking at me, he took a deep breath before standing up and walking to the door. Right before he opened it, he turned to me.
“Are you still hungry?” I was completely taken aback. He hadn’t brought much food down earlier, and I hadn’t eaten in almost 12 hours now.
“Um… yeah, a little.” I said softly.
With that, he left the room, only to return a few minutes later with a turkey sandwich and some water. He placed it next to my bed, before sitting down next to me.
I quietly went to pick up the food, and began to eat slowly.
“Um… Travis?” I asked, afraid of what he would do. I braced myself, but he didn’t react how I expected.
“What?” He asked. He wasn’t sharp or mean about it; he honestly wanted to know what I wanted.
“Um… Are you alright? Is something wrong?” What the hell was wrong with me!? What the hell did I care!? This mad had raped me and kid knapped me, and was now holding me hostage! But, although it hadn’t been my reason for asking, that actually turned out to my advantage; now he would begin to trust me. Hopefully.
“What? Oh, nothing.” I knew I had caught him off guard. I smiled to myself, sure not to let him see it.
Once he saw I was done eating, he left the room with my dishes.