Pretty When She Cries (11 page)

“All right! Jesus Christ,” he said.

He went with her into the bathroom and stood yawning and rubbing his face, while she sat on the toilet. A little pee dribbled out, and dripped into the water beneath her. He went and stood between her legs, pushing them apart, and tried to pee between them. His morning erection made it difficult and he sprayed piss over her leg. She wiped it off with toilet tissue.

“Can I have a shower?” she asked getting up and flushing.

“I don’t feel like standing around,” he said. “Unless you want to give me a massage?”

She decided to accommodate him, for the sake of a shower. She didn’t know when she’d be lucky enough to get another one. As she was adjusting the warm water he grabbed her from behind, swaying with her, putting his fingers in her mouth, and leaning in on her a bit so his hard prick pushed against her bottom.

“Are you going to let me fuck your ass again?” he said sliding his hand gently around her throat, and pressing his lips to her cheek. “Hmm? Are you going to let me fuck your ass?”

Her heart went hot and tight. She blinked rapidly, trying to think what to say or do. It messed her up badly last time.

“Get your shower, Nicole. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said with a strange sensibility.

He let her shave her legs and armpits, and then forced her to let him shave her more intimate areas. She was scared he was going to cut her by accident, or deliberately if she made him angry. It was a relief when he was done. He let her finish her shower while he stood and watched. Then he took her back to the room.

She was kept in there for hours on end. She just lay there doing nothing, waiting for when he would come and use her. Every time he had sex with her she felt something would rupture inside and she would die. He seemed trying to expend his desire for her in violent excess.

She was so defeated and tired she hardly put effort into trying to win him over. She didn’t sleep well. He had spasms through the night. Sometimes he thought he had heard something and would make her listen, but she could never hear anything. Other times he would get up in the middle of the night jabbering about all the noise. He would go and investigate. Sometimes he wouldn’t come back for half an hour.

Nights were what he seem to dread the most. He would have moments where he was upset, frighteningly upset, and would cling to her, muttering things she couldn’t piece together, even sobbing that he needed someone to pray for him. She would hold him, and speak soothingly. Her pity and sympathy was as hard as stone, its deepest motive was hate of him.

She had to be careful he didn’t choke or beat her when he had an episode. He was incoherent. He was always extra harsh the following day. If she put her fork down too heavily, or looked at him the wrong way, she would get smacked across the head or pinched on the breast.

She was beginning to feel as if she wasn’t human anymore.

* * *

She was on the bed on her side, plucking at a loose thread on the pillow in the dark when he came in and switched on the bedside lamp. He got her to lay on her back, sitting on the edge next to her. He spread her legs and bent over her pussy, and after a long look at it, with the deepest admiration, he rubbed his hand over her smooth flesh.

“I prefer shaved,” he said. He rubbed her for a while. Then he positioned her on all fours. She didn’t resist. Knowing what would happen, knowing how it would be. He spread her ass cheeks and licked the tight hole. She wished he would leave it alone. He stood up and was fiddling with something on the bedside table. She looked around to see what he was doing.

“I’ve got some olive oil,” he said, and she could see that he was slicking up his dick. He held her hips again, and pressed it against her. She tensed up. She felt the head of his dick push tightly against her ass.

“Don’t!” she cried. She tried to turn over, but he pushed her forward onto her belly, and pinned her down on the bed.

He bent over her, and said sympathetically, “I’ll go easy this time. You just have to get over that first bit of pain then it feels good, baby. Trust me.”

She was struggling under him, but couldn’t get up, and in a sobbing, pitiful tone, said, “Please. Don’t. I can’t.”

“Just try it, baby, please.” She shook her head, and he gripped her hair. “You know I’ll hurt you, then do it anyway. Don’t fight me!”

He pulled her up onto all fours, and she reluctantly stayed in that position. Her chin was down on her chest and she was clenching her teeth, trying to stay silent. She bit her lip when she felt the pressure of his cock against her ass.

“Right from when I was a kid, I always wanted to fuck a girl in the ass,” he said pressing his cock against her, forcing its head inside her. The pressure was intense. He kept pushing forward and said, “Just let it happen.”

He ran his hands over her back, and applying constant pressure, succeeded in shoving his prick halfway up her ass, and she moaned agonizedly. She felt she’d be split apart. “Oh, baby,” he sighed. Gripping her tightly to him, he rammed fiercely into her and went all the way in. She choked on a stifled scream. Firmly lodged inside her, he kept his prick up to its roots in her smarting ass and lay motionless on her for a moment until she stopped crying.

“Just relax. It’s up inside you.” He held her tightly, and pressing her to him till his chest was flat on her back, he passionately kissed her neck and shoulders, moving inside her. He reached his hand around between her thighs, feeling her pussy, teasing her clit. The pain of his movement became too much.

“It hurts—you’re hurting me,” she cried and tried to move forward and dislodge him, but he held her hips and compelled her to remain impaled on his prick.

“Just relax. “You’ll get accustomed to it soon. Just relax.” He was pushing deeper and deeper. He was opening her, pushing her apart as wide as she’d go. His fingers kept tickling her clit. But she couldn’t relax. She shut her eyes tightly, as the sobs escaped quietly from her lips.

He got upright and put his hands on her back then held her hips, beginning to move, slowly pumping into her with short strokes. Almost every thrust forced from her a grunt, a groan, or a breathless gasp. The pressure was intense, as if he was pressing all the way up her bowels into her breast.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried as she felt herself being genuinely fucked. He was shoving furiously in her, with rapid and uneven shoves and thrusts, loosening her up. He was moving more forcibly, but staying deep. He seemed to lose control of himself. He was frigging her quickly, and he was whispering and gibbering. “Oh, you’re killing me. Oh, you’re fucking killing me.”

Then he lay motionless on her back, breathing heavily, and had a kind of fuck-break. Her distended ass was throbbing and stinging from his lodged dick.

“Try it this way,” he said, trembling. He slowly pulled out, and she nearly collapsed. He took her in his arms and lay on his side, taking up a position from which he could enter her from behind. He held her elbow and put it round behind his head. “Put your arm around me,” he said. “Kiss me, fucking kiss me.”

He gripped her upper thigh and lifted her leg so he could get his cock into her ass again. It went in with very little difficulty, and he shoved his prick all the way up. Her naked quivering body was closely pressed to his and he stayed motionless, revelling in the warmth of her interior. After a few circlings over her belly, his hand slid quietly over her breast. He squeezed it gently, tonguing and kissing her. His hand slid down and touched the fold of flesh between her thighs. He lifted her leg again. It wasn’t as painful now, but occasionally there was a sting, and she gave a small moan.

“Does that hurt a little bit?” he said, slowly thrusting in and out of her ass. She stayed passive in his arms, not seeing a thing. The hand of his arm pinned beneath her was gripping and squeezing her palpitating breasts. His other hand kept her leg up. He was pushing his dick in and out of her ass so deep. She shut her eyes tight, as he thrust harder, holding her leg up, hitting her with repeated thrusts and making their flesh slap together with the violence of them. “I’m going to come in your ass,” he said, panting. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” He stayed deep giving sharp spasmodic shoves, and she felt the spurts of his come shoot into her bowels. She went unconscious with the intensity.

When she became conscious again, she found herself still lying with him and clasped in his arms, his prick still lodged in her ass. For some seconds they both lay silent and motionless, except for an occasional tremor. He was utterly absorbed in the pleasure of having come in her, and she didn’t dare move.

Clasping her closely to him he whispered, “You were a good girl that time, baby, a good girl.”

He pulled out and she lay on her belly, letting him inspect her tortured ass. He spread her ass cheeks, and ran his finger over the sore part. She could feel that she was gaping, convulsing. Then he lay on her, settling down. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

She whispered back, “A little at first, but not so much afterwards.”

“Did you like it?”

She suddenly couldn’t pretend any more. She shook her head, and covering her face in her hands she burst into tears. He lifted her limp, sobbing body into his arms, making her straddled his lap.

“It’s okay—it’ll be better next time. You just gotta get accustomed to it,” he said. Her arms were hanging at her sides, and her face lay in the crook of his neck. One of his hands stroked her naked bottom and hip. “Have you ever fantasized about being with two guys? Sucking your boyfriend while his friend fucks you from behind?”

She opened her eyes and stared at the wall behind him. Her slightly parted lips were pressed against his sweaty shoulder. She could still feel him stroking her back. She was afraid of where he was going with this. “Nicole?” he said.

“I only like being with one man,” she said. She tried to hop off him, but his arms restrained her.

“You were moaning a bit when I was inside you. I might get you addicted to ass fucking yet.” He pulled her face to his and kissed her.

“Jump off,” he said, helping her off his lap. He moved to the edge of the bed and sat with his legs over the side. “Okay, come over here.”

He held her wrist and guided her over. She was limp and nerveless, as he got her to sit on his lap facing away from him. She felt his hand behind her, between her back and his belly, frigging himself, trying to get hard again.

“Kiss me,” he gasped, frantic with the sensations he was giving himself.

“No! No! James!” she moaned agonizedly, twisting herself in her distress. “Oh! . . . don’t James! don’t!”

Lifting her a little, he placed his prick under her, and sitting her down forced it up. He clasped her around the waist, and sat still for a moment. She covered her face with her hands, horribly aware he was still lodged in her ass. She tried to stand, but he brought his right arm to the assistance of his left and held her forcibly down, preventing her from rising and slipping off him.

“Let me go! let me go!” she begged.

He kept her against him with his left arm around her waist, then with his right hand, he began to stroke and press her hips and bottom. “What’s the matter, Nicole?” he asked soothingly, as she struggled to rid herself of his prick. He reached his hand around between her thighs, rubbing her pussy slowly. “Move that ass.”

“No!”

“Yes. Come on. Try.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Just do it for a bit.” His breath was soft and shivery.

“I don’t want to,” she said glancing at him fearfully through her tears.

“Go on,” he told her impatiently. “Move yourself up and down.”

“I can’t,” she whined, becoming distraught.

“Just a bit. Move yourself a bit, up and down.” He clasped her hips to help her, and she jogged herself, slightly. He placed his hands under her bottom, and helped her to rise up and down, “That’s it, baby,” slowly pumping into her with short strokes. “You like that? I want to make you sweat. I want you to fucking come with me.”

“It hurts, it HURTS!” she said, gripping his hands to pry his fingers away from her waist. He started frigging her vigorously, trying to create a diversion by doing it harder than ever. He was whispering all manner of filth in her ear.

“It won’t be long now, baby. I’m going to come in you,” he said. A series of rapid agitated jogs, a half strangled, “Oh! . . . Oh! . . . ” from his open mouth, and he burst into her, gripping her tightly, bruising her. He pressed his wet mouth over her cheek, and into her neck, sighing deeply, making satisfied moans.

They were still for a few moments, breathing heavily.

“Hop up—hop up!” he complained. He lifted her off, unplugging himself painfully. He put her on the bed on her belly. He spread her ass cheeks, and ran his finger over the pulsating, gaping hole.

“Let me see that come in your ass,” he said, sucking in his breath through his teeth, as if he was the one hurt. He bent down and gave her a quick lick. “I love this tight little asshole. You’re fucking sweet.”

He collapsed next to her. He was so still, she thought he might forget to chain her up and just fall asleep. But he dragged himself over and fastened her wrist again. Then he snuggled with her. She was motionless, held away from him. She felt as if she’d been ripped at the seams. She was so torn and sore, she couldn’t go to the bathroom for a couple of days except to pee. He noticed and gave her some Advil. It didn’t stop him from fucking her.