Unspoken Pleasure

James let one of her tits go and for a second Violet allowed herself to think she had one, but instead he only shifted his grip, running it through her short hair before grabbing a handful and pulling her head back hard, exposing her neck. "I don't care who you tell what, cunt. My face is nowhere on this tape, and if the law or the administration gets involved in this case in any way, you can be sure that clips of all the worst bits will end up all over the internet. You'll never be able to find them all; you'll be a famous."

"No, please," Violet whimpered, still watching the TV as her rapist rolled her over and spread her legs so he could get to her tits and fuck her properly. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can," James sneered, his hand drifting down from her tit to the waistband of her sweatpants. "Do you know why I didn't stay last night? Or why I didn't come back when Thomas invited his friends over?"

"He invited friends?" she asked, horrified while she watched Thomas devouring her tits on screen while she did nothing but spread her legs a little wider and sigh in bliss.

"It's because it was too easy. Pussy without resistance is barely worth the effort, but a conflicted little rapedoll like you..." he let the sentence trail off as his fingers slid fist inside her pants and then inside her panties. The only thing Violet did to fight was to try to clamp her thighs tighter, but even this resistance was pathetic as he slid his hands between them until he was sliding his fingers up her slick little slit.

"You're soaked," he said. "You might claim you don't want this but..." She bolted then. Getting off the couch and heading toward the door. If she could just get away she could... But he caught her by the wrist before she'd even gotten a stride away and swinging her back around brought her back to the couch. Throwing her down over the back of it like a sack of dirty laundry. "But you're going to miss the best part if you aren't careful."

In the position she was in now, bent over the back of the couch, she only had two choices. She could watch the screen as Thomas lined up his cock with her hole as he prepared to split her virgin pussy wide open or could close her eyes and pretend none of this was happening.

But she couldn't look away. Not even when she felt James yanking down her pants and panties behind her. She bucked and fought, but he easily kept her hips pinned to the back of the couch.

"Don't do this. This is wrong. It's rape. You'll..." Violet pleaded, her voice a whisper that was barely as loud as the sound coming from the TV.noveldrama

"You're right," James interrupted her as he started to force his dick inside her even as she watched Thomas force his cock inside her on screen. "It is. I'm raping your slutty little hole and there's nothing you can do about it." "Uhhh..."She grunted in pain as much as in pleasure as she felt him force his cock in her abused little hole. It felt bigger than the one she was watching on screen. "Why? Why would you do this to me again?"

"Because you're the perfect little victim," he said, bottoming out inside her and holding her there. "Because this is your place. You're nothing but a skinny little cumdump with a little fight in you, and I'm going to take you over and over until either you learn to love it, or I get bored of this stretched out little cunt."

And then James started to fuck her properly, pistoning in and out of her with deep thrusts that went in fast, bouncing off the back of her womb each time before pulling out slowly to do it again. It took less than a minute before she was moaning even more loudly than last night's version was moaning on the TV. She hated it. She hated him. She didn't want any of this.

But she couldn't deny how good it felt. Being fucked against her will felt even better than any toy she'd ever used on her tiny pussy. "Nooo... ooo... ooo..," she moaned, constantly being interrupted by each thrust as he pounded her from behind.

"Like I'd stop using a sweet little piece of rape meat like you, cunt. I'm going to use you until you're all used up, and as long as I have that video, you can't do anything about it. Mmmmm, fuck you're tight," James gasped, not stopping as he fucked his little victim for all he was worth. "You're my little blackmail bitch now, cunt. I whistle, and you'd better be on your knees ready to deepthroat my dick like the trained mutt you are, or you'll regret it."

Violet knew she should say something. That the only way she'd ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again is if she was defiant until the end. But between the taboo sight of watching herself get raped, and the incredible pleasure that came from James's dick as he violated her hole was impossible to ignore. She struggled to find some remaining shred of dignity or resistance, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a tortured moan as the best orgasm of her life tore through her battered little body. It burned through her, using her remaining self-respect and self-esteem as kindling as it ripped through her as she watched her rapist on screen bottom out inside her and fill her with her first load of cum. She wouldn't have to wait long for her next.

Then something occurred to her, dimly, through the fuzzy waves of pleasure. "I'm not protected. Please, you have to pull out. Please," she pleaded. Maybe she was already knocked up by a stranger she thought with a sense of dull horror. But just because she was already screwed doesn't mean she should take any more chances.

"You think you can just cum all over my dick like the whore you are," James said, pounding against her now in a series of frantic strokes, "and then ask me to pull out? In your fucking dreams cunt. This is my pussy and my womb. If you don't want to have my baby then you'd better get on the pill quick, otherwise you're going to be just another single mother. A fucking statistic."

He grabbed her hair then, pulling her up enough so that he could growl in her ear from behind. "Now tell me cunt, who's pussy is this."

"It's yours," she said sadly, after only the smallest delay.

"What's that, cunt? I can't hear you," James said, giving her a little shake.

"I said it's yours. It's your fucking pussy." Violet said, louder this time.

"That's right slut. All. Fucking. Mine." James purred as he released her head, hammering against her in those final strokes before suddenly driving his cock inside of her as deep as he could, making her bruised cervix ache as his dick began to contract over and over, shooting load after load of thick fertile cum inside her.

"God you're tight, cunt," he growled contentedly, when it was over, pulling out his softening prick and letting his cum start to ooze and drip out of her red and gapping little cunt. "Even after a gangbang you're still one of the tightest cunt's I've ever used. I'm going to love training you to be a proper whore."

James let her go and walked over to the TV, unplugging his laptop while Violet just lay there stunned and shellshocked.

"Gangbang?" she murmured, "What do you mean? It was just Thomas... Right?" She'd had those terrible flashes of two and three guys fucking her at once, but in her memory, she resisted and refused, so maybe none of that had ever happened and they were the product of her fevered imagination.

James unplugged the thumb drive and tossed it to her. "There's a lot more to that tape... You can watch it later when you want to cum on your fingers." His words were cruel, but his tone was crueler. He'd done such a good job at faking empathy when he showed up at her apartment but now he looked at her like she was a piece of livestock. "I'll give you a couple days to heal and take a morning after pill, and then I'm going to teach you some brand-new games, slut." He zipped up his bag and walked towards the door. "Keep the pizza cunt. I'll see you around."

Violet didn't move. Not even when her door closed. She just lay there, looking at the drive like it was a poisonous viper. Did she want to watch the rest? Did she want to know what else had happened to her? Could she resist? She had no idea. All she knew was that Plan B sounded like a pretty good option, so slowly, and with more than a little pain she walked to the bathroom for another shower, so she wouldn't smell too much like a whore when she took her walk of shame to the pharmacy.