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.

off. She came home with new bruises after each date, but that was a small price to pay for his twisted affection. He even started sharing her less, which made her happiest of all. Violet hated being whored out because he owed someone a favor. Not physically of course; the idea of being forced to fuck strangers against her will almost always made her cum like the whore she was. It always made her feel sick afterwards though. The hardest thing in the world was to look at herself in the mirror after she'd let these terrible people do such sick things to her, but what could she do? 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

I've met Brittany before," she answered, trying

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

he'd

those are slut, and if you make me get Thomas to help me you'll live

she'd live to regret it either way, as she fixed a blank smile on her face and started threading her way through the 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

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,

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 felt like shit for doing the worst thing she was