Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 20

'You don't really want to know the answer.' Those words echoed in Violet's head for weeks after that night. It didn't help that everything James did matched exactly with what Rita said he was going to do though. Violet had prayed for the whore to be wrong, but so far her words had been prophetic. Why shouldn't they be - she'd been seeing James six months longer than Violet had, and was pretty much exactly where Violet was now, last spring. After she'd finished sucking off that anonymous John, they'd gone for a walk, and Rita had told her everything. How James had gotten leverage on her. How he'd turned up the pressure slowly but surely. How he'd eventually gotten tired enough of her that he'd passed her off to friends and teachers.

Every story and anecdote made Violet's heart sink. Some of them - like their first real date, were practically duplicates of her own experiences, down to the choice of restaurant. By the end of that night they were both crying, but when Violet woke up the next morning, she didn't know what she should do about any of it. She could confront him of course, but that would just end their relationship immediately, and probably ruin her life. Between the two she was more concerned about ending things with the only man she'd ever loved, as sick as it was. Violet hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny it. She loved and hated that man, but each feeling made the other more intense.

So she said nothing, and continued to live life as if she were his own personal fucktoy. She let him shame her in public, and fucked his friends when he made her, but with every passing day, she could see him losing interest. Violet often wondered if he'd picked out his next target already, and cried herself to sleep at night worried that he had. Then one evening she recalled one of the first things he'd ever told her: that he loved girls with a little fight in them. Was that why he got bored of the women he played these games with, she wondered? That eventually they became too obedient? That a domesticated bitch wasn't any fun?

On nothing but that hunch Violet decided to start fighting back more. The first time she struggled in private she could see it light a fire within him, but when he tried to molest her in public and she caused a scene, he was downright brutal. That night he'd invited friends over for a little gangbang to help her with her shyness. It was no act when she pleaded for mercy that night, but when she woke up to him holding her tightly for the first time in weeks, it was worth it. After that, she fought or whined about everything he made her do. She begged and pleaded when he made her suck off his drug dealer or one of his teachers. For a while this seemed to work.

But even such a flawed paradise couldn't last forever. Almost two months after that sad talk in the park, James finally broke her heart in two. They were at a party, when he turned to her suddenly and asked, "Do you know that girl there?" Violet followed his finger and was surprised to find that she did. He was pointing out Brittany. She lived in her complex one floor up and they had a few friends in common. Violet had even been to her apartment once

met Brittany before," she answered, trying not

James answered as he pressed something into Violet's hand. "Why don't you go say

small pills he'd

stepped closer to her and leaned down to growl into her ear. "You know exactly what those are slut, and if you make me get Thomas to help me

crowd to Brittany. Could she really live with herself if she helped James do to another girl what he'd already done to her, she wondered, sick at the very thought. Even harboring such doubts though,

of the darkness in her mind must have shown on her face though, because when Violet reached Brittany, the blond girl hugged her enthusiastically, like she hadn't seen her in months. She hadn't of course, but it was adorable nonetheless. "Oh my god Violet, we thought you died. Where have you been?" Brittany asked, obviously a little drunk. If she'd hurt any of the terrible rumors about Violet's life lately, she didn't let on even a little. Instead she was sweet and gracious, introducing her to some of her friends. As the conversation proceeded, Violet found out that Brittany was doing well this semester, but between girlfriends at the moment. She hinted meaningfully that she was looking for a new muse, and Violet thought about making

girl was incredibly hot. He would consider it disobedience though. If he'd wanted her to seduce Brittany, he would have told her to do that. He told her to drug the poor girl, and that was all she was going to do. So when Brittany had Violet hold her beer while she took selfies with another girl she knew a few minutes later, it was easy enough to let the tiny tablets fall from her palm into the cup and fizzle into nothing. Twenty minutes later the beer was finished, she was walking back to join James, and she