Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 9

James walked up to the front door and started to unlock it, and Violet bolted over to him, looking to the man as her protector in some strange way. He wouldn't really let these men... This creep and her rapist rape her again, would she? Didn't she belong to him? But she never got that far. Halfway there someone grabbed her by her short blond hair and pulled hard, practically dragging her over to the counter before pinning her to it. She heard the bell on the door jingle as James left even as she felt the zip tie tighten around her wrists. Then she felt her skirt being forced up around her waist and her panties being tugged down her slender legs.

"No, Please," she whined, struggling fruitlessly as she was held down "please don't do this. Not again." She was desperate before, but when Thomas walked into view, she went berserk, bucking and squirming and doing everything she could to get free.

"Well if it isn't... Violet, right?" he asked, pretending not to know her. "Didn't we meet somewhere recently? Maybe in your dorm room where I popped your cherry? I meet so many sluts like you, it's hard to keep them all straight." "You keep the fuck away from me you creep, You're the reason all this happened!" She yelled this time, not caring who heard.

"That's right," Thomas said, a note of pride in his voice. "You're welcome for that by the way. I'll bet you never thought I'd be fucking you pretty little face again."

anywhere near my mouth I'll bite

hard and greasy start to press against her asshole and she suddenly remembered that her rapist wasn't the only monster in the room. That creepy pornographer

screamed as she felt him start to painfully force his way inside her tight little hole. "Get the fuck off me, or I'll..." but that was the last word she got the chance to say because while she was distracted Thomas forced a ring

Thomas by contrast pulled her hair, craning her neck painfully so he could look into her eyes while he taunted her, practically waving his dick in her face. "Yeah slut - what he said. You thought you were never going to have to taste my cum again, I'll bet. But here you are, getting ready for me to turn you into my own private cumdump all over again? How's that feel, cunt?" he asked as he started to slide his cock in her mouth and she was powerless to stop him. That's when the tears started, flowing down her cheeks while her face was raped by this prick. She couldn't remember the first time he raped her, but now that he was doing it again, and she was powerless to stop him. Something inside her died inside of her, poisoned to death by the shame, revulsion, and frustration that was pouring through her. In fact, she was

started to fuck her face in earnest, grazing the back of her throat and making her gag every few thrusts. She sighed in relief mentally that she

owned nor used a vibrator before. A week ago she'd never had anything inside her pussy. She was completely unprepared for the intensity of the sensations that the toy triggered in her. It was like she'd been playing with her pussy with thick rubber gloves her whole life, robbing herself of any sensation, and he'd just taken them off. It was an electric current, suddenly linking

ass again. "You fuck bitch and she not enjoy it, she not come