Unspoken Pleasure

When he finally pulled the little buzzing toy out, she felt like she'd been edging for at least half an hour. The muscles of her body were exhausted from bearing down while she tried to hold her shit together, and she sagged against the tree branch in front of her. She realized too late what James had planned as he jammed his throbbing cock inside her dripping cunt without any warning at all. "James," she hissed, "Not here... let's..."

She had just barely come down from the pleasure he'd forced on her over the last few minutes, but now with a dick inside her, she felt it all coming back. She was totally unprepared for it though when he took the toy and forced it against her clit, holding it there as he growled at her. "Don't ever tell me what to do cunt. Not ever, or I'll make tonight seem like a Disney movie in comparison to what I'll do to you." She barely had time to process the words he said as she came hard because of the violent sensation of the vibrations right on her clit.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm Sooorrrrryyyyyy...." she cried, as she came. She didn't realize until she came back to earth a few seconds later to the feeling of the cock pounding inside her that she had actually screamed the last part, and she turned a vibrant crimson all the way down to her breasts, not that anyone could see it while it was this dark, but she could feel it. She was literally burning with shame, and she knew that when she opened her eyes, she'd see men looking in her direction. She squeezed them even tighter, while James continued to fuck her from behind, laughing quietly at her obvious embarrassment, but then suddenly she heard a noise, and then a strange voice. "Well she's a feisty one. Fresh meat, huh? How much is this one charging?"

Violet's eyes flew open to see a middle aged guy, no different than any of the office workers she passed in the streets every day, but he was staring at her while she was being fucked from behind.

"$200," James said, not even slowing his rhythm. Violet thought that she could have possibly felt more embarrassed in that moment. She was wrong. Was he really going to sell her? Was he going to let strange men fuck her? He couldn't. He wouldn't.... Would he?

"$200?" the other man asked incredulously, "that's three times what Rita charges."

"And steak costs more than ground beef," James spat back, fucking her harder, faster. He was getting off on this, Violet thought. That motherfucker was enjoying this whole little show. He wasn't the only one either, she noted with a sinking feeling as a couple other guys started walking over towards them.

"Christ, whatever, I've got her next," the stranger said, walking back a little ways to give them some room, like it was a professional courtesy or something. Not that he or any of the other guys stopped watching... they stared at the dumb slut getting fucked in the bushes for rent or drugs or whatever led her to this desperate point in her life, but they stood back about 20 feet to do it, like it was some unspoken code of the park.

"What do you think," James whispered huskily as he kept fucking her shame slick pussy. "You want to make some easy money and be a whore for anyone with the cash?"

"No... No James I don't" Violet mewled with tears in her eyes. "I'm not for them. I'm your whore."

"Say it again cunt," he growled, obviously enjoying this new low in her life. Begging her rapist to protect her from other random perverts.

"Uhhhh... I'm your whore James," She said, moaning with pleasure as much from the fucking as from saying something so taboo. "Only you get to decide who I fuck. Mmmmm... only... you..." she gasped, getting into it, "Not m-money... uhhh... not me... just you..." It wasn't an act. The idea of losing control like this appealed to her on a level she didn't understand, and until tonight didn't know existed. She ached for it, and even though she'd just cum a minute earlier, she could feel herself getting close again. It wasn't just the feeling of ownership though, or the jackhammering against her cervix as James fucked her relentlessly from behind. It was everything. It was the men watching her. It was being fucked outside. It was a whore being fucked against the back of a bathroom, not a hundred feet from her. It was how easily she could imagine herself being that whore if her life got a little worse.

All these insights passed through her mind in a handful of seconds, and then she heard James growling in her ear. "That's right cunt. You're my whore. Don't ever forget that I own you now, I can do... What. Ever. I. Want." and then he bottomed out inside her, and started to spray her womb with cum. It was only in that final moment, as his dick began to throb inside her that she realized he wasn't wearing a condom, and she still wasn't on the pill. That final shot of adrenaline was the missing piece, and she exploded in a silent scream that left her blind and flailing as she spasmed in the strong grip of her lover. One eternity later, she opened up her eyes, to the sight of the random pervert that wanted to be next. He had a handful of bills in one hand, and a smile on his face.

"You just might be worth paying extra for," he said, sending a shiver of disgust down her spine.

"I changed my mind," James said, zipping up his pants as he stepped out in front of her, "I think I'll keep her. She's not for sale... at least not to someone like you."

"What did you say, you little punk?" the man said, taking a step forward threateningly, "I don't know if you can count, but there's three of us, and one of you. Now take the money before we decide to take her for free."

The pleasant afterglow that Violet had felt, even in such shameful circumstances disappeared in an instant as a cold shot of fear went right through her. She was in real danger here. They both were. Part of her wanted to run the instant the words left the man's mouth, but the rest of her wanted to stay and see what James would do. Three losers looking for pussy might be dangerous, but in Violet's mind, there was nothing more dangerous than her rapist, her owner. Seemingly from thin air James produced and flicked open a switchblade, gesturing it to catch the distant lights of the park before pointing it at the closest man. "Careful that you don't bite off more than you can chew old man. Go back to your hamburger and leave a predator like me fresh meat before I show you how sharp my steak knife is." The mirth and lust had disappeared entirely from the young man's voice, and all that remained was cruelty. No one standing at the edge of that clearing had any doubt that he wasn't just capable of murder, but that he was looking for an excuse.

The furthest two men backed away immediately, heading back to the cheaper and well used whore. The man closest to James though took one more small step towards him, until he realized he was alone, then he turned around and started to walk away quickly. "You'd better not let us catch you out here again, bitch, or next time I'll break your fucking teeth and make you watch the things we do to your little whore."

And then it was over. James was pulling up her panties, and then pulling her back away from the strange men, leaving her to pull her skirt down before they reached the path. It was only back when they were on the well lit section near the university that he finally stopped looking over his shoulder and put the knife away.

"You could have warned me that you were going to cum James," Violet said finally, trying to change the subject from the violence that had almost ended their night. "I'm still not on the pill yet."

James laughed. "That sounds like a personal problem to me. I gave you a week." He pulled her closer and she sank into his embrace. He was right. He had given her a week. And right now she didn't really care either way. Now that the danger was gone, she kind of wanted to fuck again, not that she would beg him or anything, but as they walked past the university to James' apartment, she thought that if he was up for round three she wasn't going to put up a fight.noveldrama