Pretty When She Cries (2 page)

“Yeah, baby?” he answered, his hand feeling all over her intimate parts, digging in his fingers, fondling, and rubbing.

“Will you untie my hands?”

“Not yet. Open your legs a bit,” he said, annoyed.

She closed her eyes in an agony of humiliation. Inside her something was exasperated to the point of insanity.

“If you promise not to rape me, I’ll go down on you,” she said. “It’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”

He laughed. “Is that what they teach girls at defense class these days—tell him you’ll go down on him? If I want a blowjob I’ll make you do it, then fuck you. I don’t know about it being the best . . . making a cunt of your mouth, and bobbing your head up and down, doesn’t make you an expert cocksucker. Come here,” he said, gesturing with his finger for her to scoot closer.

She hesitated and didn’t know what to do. He took hold of her hair around the nape, and pulled her against him. She gave a scream, crying.

“Nicole.” He was quiet and very direct. She looked right at him. Her lips trembled. “You better get this straight. I’m going to fuck you, and it’s up to you how much it’s going to hurt. Understand?”

“Yes,” she said, tears streaming down her face.

“Are you going to do everything I say or do I have to beat the shit out of you, you spoiled little bitch? Are you going to do what I tell you?”

She nodded, and briefly closed her eyes.

“Kiss me, like you would your boyfriend,” he said. She choked on a sob, then pressed her quivering lips to his, barely touching. His left hand steered the car, his right hand steadied her at her neck. He balanced his attention to the road with the enjoyment of her lips. He kissed them, licked them, sucked on them. Then he tossed her away, and she fell over the seats. He slapped her backside as she curled against the corner of the seat to get away from him.

“That ass is fuckably cute!” he said.

She saw that the passenger door had no handle. It was broken off. When she risked glancing at him, he was already looking at her. She knew he would be. He reached over and touched her. He ran his hand all over her waist, hip, backside, squeezing and massaging, while he sucked his breath through clenched teeth, as though he really enjoyed what he felt.

“I want to give you a good time, Nicole,” he said. “That’s what all this is about. I don’t
want
to hurt you.”

He concentrated on the road again, and she relaxed a little. She turned onto her back slightly, to conceal her hands from him. He glanced at her a couple of times, but mostly left her alone, and she began working her hands loose. She didn’t know what he had used. It felt like shoelaces. They were so tight, she couldn’t get her hands free.

Chapter 2

They drove for about another half hour. He had stopped pawing her, and left her to think about what was going to happen. Finally, he drove the car up the long driveway of an empty, rundown property toward a sad old farmhouse.

He pulled the car up right in front of the house, and turned off the engine. At first she didn’t move—frozen with a new fear now that the car had come to a stop. Then she sat up slowly, to prepare herself for what he was going to do. Her heart hardly seemed to beat. He exited the car, and she sat perfectly motionless as he put his keys in his pocket, and stood looking at her with the door open.

“Are you going to come out, or do I have to drag you out?” he said.

She considered kicking him, but she was afraid to struggle with him. She was afraid of pissing him off. She couldn’t even put her hands up to defend herself.

“Please, don’t do this,” she begged. He leaned in, grabbed her ankles, and dragged her toward him. He took a fist full of her hair, and made her sit up straight. The steering wheel was pressing against her arm, and the driver door had closed shut against his back. He pushed her skirt right up, so he could stand between her thighs, and kept kissing her mouth, the side of her face and neck.

“Nicole,” he whispered. “Promise me you won’t run or fight, not a bit.”

She kept her face tilted upward, tears trickled down from her eyes. He had her here, alone, miles and miles from nowhere. It was all she could do to refrain from screaming. He kept running his hands up and down her bare thighs. Then he lay her back on the seats, pulling the lower half of her body toward him by the hips so that her crotch almost touched his.

He was half in, half out of the car. He leaned down, nuzzling and kissing her breasts through her bra. Her arms were crushed behind her back. He pressed his lips on hers, their breaths mingled, their tongues touched, and his hand found her crotch, rubbing up and down. Sliding his hand through the leg opening of her panties, he slipped his middle finger in, toying with her slit but not penetrating it. She shuddered with the shock of a new sensation. His breath was hot and shivery against her ear.

“Say I promise,” he said. “Promise me you’ll do everything I tell you to—and I mean everything.”

“I promise,” she murmured from a fear-constricted throat. He kissed her some more, hot and wet, his tongue delving in. He slid his middled finger up and down all the warm delicate flesh, then he pushed in to the first knuckle. He wriggled it, and then moved it up and down, and a little deeper in. He worked it all the way in.

“Shit,” he said, breathlessly. “I was hoping this little thing was intact.” He kept his finger planted deeply inside her. “Are you still a virgin? Have you just been fingering yourself?”

He moved his hand around more aggressively. He was looking down at her heavily, his mouth open. “Mine’s not your first cock is it, girl?”

She strained and groaned. He was starting to hurt. She felt a pinching pain inside her.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked again.

She shook her head.

“You slut,” he said. “It’s a shame, but I guess you’ll stand more fucking than if you had been a virgin. Did you lose your virginity to your boyfriend?”

She nodded, holding her breath from the intense discomfort.

“Have you been with anyone else? Don’t just nod and shake your head, fucking answer me.”

“No,” she said.

“Does your boyfriend make you come?”

She hated that he was asking her all these questions. “Yes,” she said.

“I bet only half through, right? I bet nothing releases inside, and you stay all tense and unsatisfied.”

She squirmed and complained and he eased up a bit, just a bit.

“I’m going to be shoving something else in there,” he said as he pushed a second finger into her, “and I’ll bet you’re going to love it. We’ll get rid of these clothes first, eh? It’ll be better that way.”

He dragged her out of the car, and she suddenly panicked. She knew if he got her into that house she was dead. She started struggling, screaming no no! He threw her against the bonnet of the car, and pinned her facedown. He grabbed her bound wrists, pushing them up towards her shoulder blades. She screamed, then dropped her head to the bonnet, sobbing, and choking on her own breath.

“Do you want to fight me?” he said. He bumped his knee into her backside, then did it again, and again, making her cry out with each one. “You going to fight me? You going to fight me? Huh? You going to fucking fight me?”

“No!” she cried. “No!”

He kept kneeing her backside, till it was bruised.

“You want to fight, bitch? Huh?” He slapped the back of her head.

Tears streaked her cheeks, and she begged and pleaded for him to stop. He let her lay against the car, catching her breath. Then he grabbed her hair and tilted her head backwards, grinding his crotch against her backside, insinuating what he was going to do to her.

“You’re all alone out here, girl. Nobody can hear you. It’s just you and me. Break your promise—fight me—try to run—try anything—and I’ll beat this hot ass of yours till you’re bleeding all over.”

He pulled her upright, and turned her so she faced him. He pushed her against the car. He kissed her some more, hot and wet, and his tongue plunged into her mouth. He leaned in on her, stooping a bit so his hard prick pushed against her crotch, all the while mashing his mouth hard onto hers. His hands went over her breasts, grabbing them, squeezing them.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” he said. He took her hand, and made her feel him through his jeans. “You made it this way, you’re the one who’s going to fix it.”

He put his arm around her slender waist, and drew her against him. She was tense and squirmed, but she didn’t fight him. His mouth had found a very sensitive spot under her left ear, which he nibbled and sucked. His other hand went wild over her ass, grabbing and squeezing. He felt her up with complete abandon, as if only now feeling the freedom of knowing he could do anything he wanted with her. He was sighing and making appreciative "mmm" sounds. He pushed her blouse open and put his hand all around her breasts.

“Come here, come here,” he whispered, urging her closer. His hands were cupping and feeling her breasts. Then he bent down to bite and kiss them through her bra. She stood motionless, wanting to push his head away, but her hands were fastened.

He dropped to his knees, hugging her waist, moving his face over her warm, flat tummy. He untucked her blouse from her waistband and kissed around her navel. She sucked in her stomach involuntarily, and went a bit off balance. Holding her steady with one of his arms, he stuck his tongue into her navel. The sensation was intensely irritating and she bit her lip.

She was completely helpless. She couldn’t believe how she could just let it happen. She just stood there as if she were a child being molested.

His hands passed up and down her body, feeling the curves of her hips and thighs, and all the way around to her backside. It excited him to feel her panty lines through her skirt. He kept passing over them, and trying to pluck the elastic bands.

He glanced up at her with drugged eyes. They seemed to be asking her if she was enjoying it. He pushed her skirt all the way up, until it was bunched at her waist. She had very nice legs, smooth, slender, cleanly shaved. He spent a few moments running his hands up and down them, enjoying them.

“Your panties match your bra,” he said, touching the blue strips that ran through the black fabric. He ran his hands up the back of her legs, and pinched the soft fleshy bits of her bottom. He kissed the inside of her thigh, and nuzzled his face into her crotch. He inhaled deeply, rubbing his mouth and chin against her intimate regions. He was groping her ass fiercely, first through the fabric, then sliding his hands under the elastic, squeezing the firm flesh of her buttocks. She waited obediently while he took off his shirt.

He pulled her panties aside at the crotch, then slipped his tongue in a bit and wiggled it a little, just because he could. She tensed up and gave a small whine. His hands slid up the sides of her hips, under her bunched skirt, and found the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers into them, and pulled them down her legs to her ankles. He pushed his face right back into her crotch, sticking his tongue out and licking her pussy lips. He cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her against him, as he licked his way to her clitoris and lovingly titillated it. She held her breath, moving uneasily. He took a hand off her ass, and gently passed his finger along her slit and between its half-opened lips; then he pushed it in, until it could penetrate no further into her. He continued to lick and suck, as if he was trying to make her come.

The irksome sensations became unbearable. She began to tremble slightly, and spasmodically squeezed her thighs together to shut him off. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at her. He reached up and gave her face a short slap. It made her lip sting. He tugged at her panties around her ankle, and when he tapped her leg, she alertly lifted her foot. He slipped her panties off one ankle, then the other. She was still wearing her heels, and her skirt was bunched up around her waist, displaying her lovely legs.

“Let me see that ass,” he said, turning her away. She stared straight ahead at the house and all the surrounding trees. There was not a neighbour, car, or person in view. She stood motionless while he entertained himself with her ass cheeks. He lifted them, pushed them inwards, spread them outwards, squeezed and pinched them. She was extremely tense. She didn’t like facing away from him, not being able to see what he was going to do. He stood up and pressed his chest against her back, nuzzling her neck, and reaching around between her thighs, toyed with her a little more. Then he got her to face him again, kissing her. He picked her up, and carried her toward the house. Her arms were still behind her back, and he was squeezing her naked ass under his hands.

He carried her inside, hugging her tightly, and burying his face in her hair. He let her drop so suddenly, she barely managed to keep on her feet. He closed the door, then looked at her, waiting. She stood frozen, and slowly took in her surroundings, blinking rapidly, her face quivering. The place was a mess. There were beer cans and bottles, mangy-looking furniture, cigarette butts on the coffee table, junk all over the room. In the corner there was a filthy, stained mattress on the floor. She started crying. The full hideous realization of her situation and filth of the place overwhelmed her.

She risked glancing at him through her tears. He had been standing by the door waiting. He approached nearer and nearer, until he was very close. He brushed his hands up and down her arms. She could feel herself begin to panic. She couldn’t breathe. She wanted to escape but didn’t know how. He was looking down at her heavily, feeling her arms.