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Trish’s eyes opened slowly, and then the sound of metal on metal filled her ears as she abruptly sat up and pulled against the restraints that held her. Her eyes fell upon the handcuffs holding her left wrist to the thick wooden bed-post, and then to the other which was handcuffed to… she blinked rapidly to clear her eyes, identifying the form next her. It was her best friend, Jen.
Her mind raced furiously, trying to recall her last few moments of being conscious. They were… at a party? That’s right… a party, drinking and having fun, and then what? She looked around the room wildly, trying to figure out where they were.
“Jen! JEN! Wake up Jen. Wake UP!” She shook her friend frantically, noting at the same time that Jen’s right wrist was handcuffed to the opposite bedpost, and each of their ankles were fastened together in the middle and then their outside legs were cuffed to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. They were handcuffed to each other AND to the bed. Who had done this???
“Jen, please.” Trish began to sob gently, pleading with her friend to wake up, trying as best she could to remain calm. “P… please wake up. Wake up… WAKE UP!” At least they still were wearing their clothes from last night, that they could be thankful for. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt a tear run down her cheek. Finally she let out a breath of relief as Jen stirred, a moan coming from her mouth as she tried to sit up and look around.
“What… what’s going on?” Jen’s eyes found those of her friend and then, as she tried to brush the brown hair out of her face, widened as she saw the cuffs holding her to the bed and to her best friend’s wrist. “Oh god. Oh god, where are we? What’s happening? Trish? What happened?”
“I don’t know.” Trish shivered violently, holding back her tears, terrified at the thought of how they got here and what would become of them. “I just woke up, like this, I can’t even remember what happened last night. Were we drugged? What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Uhm, I…” The sound of heavy footsteps cut her voice off. The two young friends looked at each other, terror filling their eyes, both instinctively trying to move backwards against the top of the bed, shrink and make themselves as small as possible, as if they could hide from whoever was coming. The sound of a lock being undone met their ears, followed by a sorrowful creak as the heavy wooden door swung open and a large, dark frame filled the void.
“Both awake, I see. Good.”
The frightened girls looked at each other, each searching the other’s eyes for hints of recognition, of who this man was. Trish was the first to speak, trying her best to sound forceful and determined, despite the fear that made her tremble uncontrollably. “Who are you and what do you want?”
He walked slowly and deliberately around the side of the bed, close to where Trish laid, hopelessly bound, staring up at him with eyes full of hate. He reached down and stroked her long blonde hair, watching her jerk her head away from his touch. With a sadistic smile slowly spreading across his face he finally answered her. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What I want, well, let’s see if you two little sluts can’t just figure that out.” He then began to undress.
Jen whimpered loudly as she saw the stranger’s clothing start falling to the floor piece by piece, the fear turning to panic and she cried out and pulled violently against the handcuffs holding her wrists and ankles. “Oh god… oh god no… please! PLEASE HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!!! HEEEEELP MEEE!” Her screaming continued for a few more moments, expecting any second to be silenced by a gag or a punch to the face, but it never came. Instead she found a humored look on her attacker’s face, and that’s when she knew: no one could hear her. He didn’t have to say a word, she knew it.
“Well, you are quite the screamer, aren’t you? I guess I will start with you then.” And with a broad grin he strode around the bed towards Jen, soaking up the sounds of her begging and whimpering. “Oh god no, please don’t do this to me.” She shook her head back and forth violently. “Please, please don’t, please, I’ll give you anything you want, just don’t do this…” Her voice caught in her throat with a gasp as his hands found her body, groping her breasts through her shirt and then sliding down her sides to her hips. Her body quivered and shook at the stranger’s rough touch, shaking and convulsing as if disgusted by the contact. Trish could only watch in horror as his hands roamed up and down her best friends body, and then grasping hold of her shirt, began to slowly, methodically tear it, ripping it open from top to bottom to expose the light blue lace bra covering her friend’s breasts.
Jen’s pleading and begging grew higher pitched and and began screaming again as his hands went to her pants, first unbuttoning them and then ripping them open, a long tear forming from the crotch down one leg. “NOOOOO! NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS! PLEASE NO!” He continued to yank away at them until they were barely shreds of clothing left, her matching blue lace panties now totally exposed.
One hand slid down between her legs, touching her there, pressing against her young, tight pussy, and Jen’s body squirmed and shook, trying to escape it. Trish squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed hard, forcing the words out of her mouth.
“Wait.”
The man looked up at her, surprised by the loud, confident request that she made.
“Please. Don’t hurt her. Take me instead. You can do anything you want to me.”
He cocked his head, genuinely impressed by her courage. His hands left Jen’s body for the moment, and she shook and moaned as he looked over at her friend, an involuntary sigh of relief leaving her mouth as she tried to catch her breath.
“I can do anything I want to you, huh? And why shouldn’t I rape your little friend here as well? Why shouldn’t I do whatever I want to the both of you?”
The girls made eye contact again, both knowing the answer, one terrified to admit it and the other not knowing whether or not she should. “You, you just shouldn’t do anything to her, please, please just don’t. Just do it to me, please.”
He reach violently across Trish’s body, causing her to flinch, but his aim was for Jen instead. His hand closed around her throat and she began to choke her, her body bucking wildly on the bed. “Why? Tell me why, now, or I’ll choke your little friend here until she passes out.”
“Okay! Okay, please stop it!” Trish sniffled and squeezed her eyes shut again. “You shouldn’t hurt her because, because, she’s still a virgin.”
A smirk appeared on his face as he heard the answer that he expected. “Oh? Is she now? And what, you’re not?”
“Well… no.”
“Ah, so YOU’RE the slutty one, and she’s the chaste one, is that it?”
Trish pouted gently at the accusation. “Something like that.”
“And what about you?” His eyes went back to Jen, demanding a response from her. “You’re okay with this? You’re just going to lie there and let your friend sacrifice herself to save your virginity? You’re not going to say anything to try and save your friend?”
Jen looked back and forth between her best friend and the stranger, searching for an answer. She didn’t want her friend to be raped, but the thought of that man’s hard cock invading her virgin body… her voice trembled as she spoke. “I… I don’t want you to hurt either of us…. p… please…”
“Oh, but I’m going to have my fun, and I plan on having it with the both of you. However, this little situation has intrigued me. So, tell me, would you rather that I rape your best friend instead of you?”
“What? N…. No…”
“Okay then.”
“W… wait!”
A few moments passed. “I’m waiting.”
Trish turned to her friend and spoke quietly. “It’s okay… it’s okay, really.”
“SHUT UP. If you speak another word, I will rape your little virgin friend here. You understand me?”
Trish whimpered through her nose and nodded vigorously as the man turned back to Jen.
“So? DO… YOU… WANT… me to rape your best friend instead of you?”
Jen’s body began to shake and she fought to stop herself from crying. “P… please…”
“ANSWER ME. Or I’ll lose my patience and just rape you both.”
“Okay, okay!” She sniffled and closed her eyes as tightly as she could. “Yes.”
“Yes what? I want to hear you say it.”
Jen shook her head, her eyes still squeezed shut. “No… please… I can’t, please don’t make me…”
“Fine.” He fingers slipped between the cups of her lace bra and her breasts and yanked, ripping it in half and exposing her bare chest. “AHHHH! NO! Okay, okay, okay… I want you to rape my friend instead of me.” The tears overwhelmed her now and she began to sob loudly as she heard the words leave her own mouth, she turned her head to the wall, unable to look back at her friend.
The stranger smiled, letting his fingertips run down her naked, shivering body, momentarily pleased. “Good. Now tell me why.”
“What?”
“Tell me why you wish for me to rape your friend instead of you.”
“B… because I’m a virgin.”
“And your best friend here?”
“W… what? She… she’s…. not.”
“So you’re saying that your friend is a slut, and so I should rape her instead of you.”
“WHAT? NO!”
“No? Are you sure? Well then I don’t think there’s enough reason for me to not rape you.”
“Wait wait wait… okay.” Jen took several deep breaths and swallowed, looking over at her friend. Trish nodded to her, and then shrieked as he forcefully slapped her on the face.
“I TOLD YOU. NO. TALKING. Don’t think that that means that nodding is suddenly okay.” Trish whimpered and turned her head towards the wall, her body convulsing slightly as she forced herself to hold the tears in. He turned back to Jen. “Say it. Now.”
“Okay… alright. I… I want…” Her stomach tightened and she held her breath for a moment as if trying not to throw up, and then forced the rest of the words out. “I want you to rape my friend instead of my because…. because… I’m still a virgin and… she… she’s a… she’s a slut.” She closed her eyes tightly again and her body bounced gently on the bed as she sobbed silently.
The man didn’t move for a few moments, as if soaking up the pleasure of his victory, of forcing her to say those words out loud. But he wasn’t finished yet.
“Good. Now, I want you to look your friend in the eye, and tell her that you want me to rape her instead of you, because you’re still a virgin and she’s a dirty slut.”
Jen continued sobbing quietly, answering neither with her eyes nor her words.
“This is what you’re going to have to do if you want to save yourself from being raped. It’s your choice, really. I would much rather rape the both of you and take your virginity from you. I’m giving you a chance here, and all you have to do is tell the truth. Look your friend in the eye, tell her that she’s a slut, and so you want me to rape her instead of you.”
Jen nodded but still had her eyes closed as she fought to stop her crying, finally opening them and turning to her friend. Trish’s face was expressionless, as if she trying to block out the horror of the moment, trying to separate herself from her body. “I’m… I’m so sorry Trish… AHHHHH!!!”
She turned her face away abruptly as his hand cracked against the side of it, sending a harsh stinging sensation across her cheek. “NO APOLOGIZING. If you were really sorry, then you wouldn’t be letting this happen. You wouldn’t be telling me to rape your friend instead of you. So you’re not sorry. You want this to happen, this is your choice. You want this, don’t you? DON’T YOU?”
She had started to hyperventilate until the pain began to subside, and then vigorously nodded her head to stop from being slapped again. “Yes… yes I do.”
“Tell me that you aren’t sorry.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“Good. Now look your friend in the eye and tell her what you have to say.”
Jen swallowed hard again, forcing herself to turn her head towards her friend. “I… I want…”
“WAIT.” The stranger walked around to Trish’s side of the bed again. “Look at her when she’s talking to you.”
Trish looked up at him and set her jaw, taking everything she had not to retort. Her eyes were full of anger and hate and the pain of betrayal, at hearing the harsh words spoken about and to her. Finally she turned to her friend and their eyes held steady.
“Okay, tell her.”
“I… I want…” Jen gasped and took several deep breaths before continuing. “I want this man to… to rape you… instead of me, because… I’m still a virgin and…” her voice cracked and she barely could push the words out, “and you’re just a slut.”
Jen gritted her teeth and her lips peeled back in agony and she beared the pain of saying the words to her friend, hating herself for saying them, hating herself for the relief she felt knowing that she could save herself from being raped. But still, she had never been with a man before, and Trish has been with several guys. She actually was kind of promiscuous, what did it really matter if she had sex with this guy too? She felt dirty as the thoughts ran through her mind, beyond her control.
Part 2
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Trish closed her eyes tightly and her body shivered as the word “slut” left her friend’s mouth. She had wanted to save her friend from losing her virginity like this, but hearing those words coming from her, and knowing that there was a glimmer of truth behind them, cut her deep in her soul. Each exhale sounded like a little whine as her ribs expanded and compressed with her every breath.
“Lovely. Another thing. You keep your fucking eyes open, and you watch me rape her, the entire time. And if you stop watching or close your eyes for more than a second, I will stop right that moment and rape you too. You understand?”
Jen’s breathing sounded more like a rapid moaning as she turned back towards Trish and opened her eyes, looking at her friend’s helpless body. She wiggled her hand around and found Trish’s, letting their fingers intertwine and squeezing her for support, nodding to her attacker that she understood.
His gaze fell disapprovingly upon their hands clasped together. “No, knock that off. Don’t try to comfort her. Why would you try to comfort her when you’re the one who’s causing this to happen? She deserves this, remember? She’s the slut, she the one that can be fucked without any consequences, isn’t that how you feel?”
The girls released one another’s hand and said nothing in reply. Satisfied, he went to work on Trish’s body, looking over to make eye contact with Jen every few moments and make sure she was watching the whole time. He suddenly produced a large knife, with a black handle and blade, and started sliding it up and down her body. Trish stiffened and whimpered at the sight of it, whatever part it touched squirming in an effort to get away.
The cold steel slid under her shirt and with the blade facing upwards, and began a slow, deliberate cut through the cotton starting at the bottom, the shirt spreading out as it was parted to reveal her flat, trim stomach, moving up and down rapidly with her quick breathing. Then after a pause between her nipples to savor the moment, it sliced the rest of the way through to expose her red lace bra.
“Mmmmm. Red. I like that. You were planning on getting fucked anyway, isn’t that so.”
Her eyes opened and she looked at him as if she was wondering if he really wanted her to answer, but her breath was quickly taken away by the sensation of the cold metal blade on her body again, sliding down it at an excruciatingly slow speed, with just enough pressure to terrify her. She wanted so badly to struggle and resist, to fight back, but she was too scared that even the slightest movement would cause that sharp metal to slice into her skin. So she remained as still as she could, shivering, watching as each piece of clothing was ruthlessly cut from her body, ruined and thrown aside. What would she wear when he let her go? WOULD he let them go?
Her thoughts quickly returned to the moment as she felt the knife slip between her legs, the cold metal pressing on the very tip of her slit, before watching him turn it and slice through her panties, each piece of lace falling to one side. She gritted her teeth as her body trembled, trying to mask her fear, her embarrassment at being stripped completely naked as her best friend watched.
She turned her head to the side, her face a blank stare as she allowed him to bend her knees and spread her legs out wide, letting him take her, disconnecting as much as she could and hoping it would be over soon. Jen actually was acting more frightened then she was, mumbling her pleads through her sobbing as she watched in horror, watching this man position his hard member between her friend’s legs, preparing to penetrate her body. She could hardly believe that Trish’s small frame had a place in it that could accept his long, hard shaft. She shivered at the thought of what it would feel like to be broken open for the first time by something like that.
“Are you ready for me to rape your friend? You going to be a good girl and ask me to rape her?”
Tears streamed down Jen’s faced as she looked back at their assailant, eyes full of fear, and she couldn’t think of anything to reply.
“Come on now. Ask me to please rape your friend.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head again. “Please… why are you doing this to us? Just get it over with, please!”
He laughed, slowly and wickedly. Trish shuddered as she heard his next words. “Just get it over with? Oh honey, this is not going to be over for a very, very long time. Now I want you to ask me to please rape your friend instead of you. Beg me for it, beg me not to rape you and to rape her instead, convince me that you mean it. I don’t need to tell you what’s going to happen if you don’t give me what I want.
Jen shook her head frantically, pleading with him not to make her. “Please… please don’t, we gave you want you want now please, just…” Her words were abruptly cut off as she watched in horror while he dismounted her friend and violently grabbed Jen’s panties, the last barrier between him and her innocence, and tore them viciously from her body. She began screaming in panic as he forced his body between her legs and started rubbing the head of his hard cock against her tiny opening, smearing the pre-cum that oozed from it onto her opening.
“OH GOD NO! OH NO PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! NOOOOO! PLEASE STOP, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP. PLEASE DON’T RAPE ME! I WANT YOU TO RAPE MY FRIEND! PLEASE RAPE MY FRIEND INSTEAD OF ME! PLEASE RAPE MY FRIEND INSTEAD OF ME!”
He paused right at the entrance of her body, barely able to hold himself back from thrusting into her and ripping her open, as he looked down at her face and listened to her screaming out the words. “Convince me. Beg me nicely.”
Jen moved her mouth as quickly as she could, completely broken down now, willing to give him anything he wanted to save herself from the imminent pain he was about to inflict on her. “Okay… okay… please, please sir, will you please rape my friend instead of me, she’s a slut and she won’t care, please just rape her, I’m a virgin and I don’t want you to hurt me, please, please just rape my slutty friend instead, please sir..”
A satisfied snarl manifested itself on his face as he let her ramble on for a few more moments, letting the sound of her pleas fill the room, and the ears of her best friend who now began to sob uncontrollably at the words she heard.
The man was finished toying with them now, he quickly moved back between Trish’s thighs, found the opening to her body, and violently forced his hard cock up into her, hearing her scream out at the sudden penetration, at his thick shaft spreading her open. “OOOOOWWWW! OWWW…. OWWW…. PLEASE… please not so hard, please…”
He only chuckled in reply and continued thrusting in and out of her forcefully, sliding his cock the entire way out before burying it deep into her body again. He looked over at Jen and smiled at her wide-eyes expressions, watching her look on in horror at the sight of her friend’s pussy being violated over and over again.
“Yeah, that’s right. Take a good, long look at that. See how easily I can force my hard dick up into her body. Yours works the same way, you know. Take a good long look because you’re next, this is exactly the same treatment that you’re going to get.”
“What? N… No! Y… You promised you wouldn’t!”
“I made no such promise, and I’m not entirely sure that I’m not still going to rape you too. It depends on if your little friend here can satisfy me or not. It depends on if I’m satisfied with what you do for me.”
The scene of him thrusting in and out of her friend’s body, the thought of that being done to her as well was more than she could bear and sent her into a frenzied sobbing. “Oh no…. nooooo… please don’t do that… please…” She turned to Trish, who’s screaming had finally quieted into a low moaning. “Please, please don’t let him hurt me, just… j… just satisfy him.”
Trish looked coldly back at her friend, hating her for her selfishness, for asking yet more from her. She wanted to tell her that she’d already done everything she could, but she just closed her eyes and kept silent.
“Yes, that’s right, you need to satisfy me if you don’t want me to have my way with your little friend here. You both have to. In fact, you know what? I have an idea.”
Suddenly he pulled his cock out of Trish’s pussy and turned his attention back to Jen, climbing up on her so that his wet, glistening dick was close enough for her to smell it, smell the scent of her friend’s pussy on it. “You do know how to suck a man’s cock, don’t you? I’m sure you must have at least done that? Why don’t you suck my dick off for me and get a good taste of your friend’s pussy?”
“WHAT? NO! Please god no, please don’t make me do that, please don’t.”
The man smirked at her again. “God has nothing to do with it. And he isn’t going to help you either. Now open up your mouth and suck me off properly.”
Jen closed her eyes tightly to block out the sight of his wet, throbbing member and allowed her jaw to become slack, willing it to open but feeling it disobey her. He helped things along by grabbing her face and squeezing her cheeks against her teeth, forcing her mouth open and then sliding his slick cock into it. She moaned and protested as the light metallic flavor of her friend’s pussy filled her mouth, convulsing at the thought of where his dick had just been moments before.
“Suck it. SUCK. IT. Stop your whining and breath through your nose, I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock. I want to feel your tongue stroking it, I’m going to come in your mouth and I want you to swallow it all down. Just keep thinking about keeping that little virgin pussy of yours intact.”
He groaned slowly as the sensations of her moaning vibrated through his cock, feeling her submit to him and begin sucking him firmly and intentionally. He was already close from raping Trish and it didn’t take long before he reached down and grabbed Jen’s hair, gritting his teeth as the pleasure surged through his body, so close to coming and then suddenly, with an audible pop, pulling himself out of her mouth. He slammed his eyes shut and held his breath for a moment, pushing the orgasm away. Then they opened and fell back upon Trish’s body.
“That was very good, and you almost made me come, but I’ve decided that I really want to leave a big load of hot cum up inside your friend here. I want to make sure she has something to remember me by. Trish’s eyes widened as she realized what he meant, terror taking her over as she suddenly realized that she hadn’t been on birth control in several months and there was nothing to stop him from…
“You don’t mind, right? I’m sure a dirty little slut like you is on the pill.” And with a grin he slid back into her pussy, his hard shaft lubricated with the juices from Jen’s mouth. “No. No I’m not, please, you don’t want to do this. You don’t want to get me pregnant, think about it. You don’t want to do this, please don’t!”
“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, my dear. Actually I think you’re a beautiful specimen of female and you’d make a great carrier for my child.”, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
“No… no please don’t, oh please, please don’t do that. I’ll give you anything you want, I swear! Anything! Please!”
“Hmmmmm…” His eyes went back to Jen’s naked body, and she could feel her skin crawl as his eyes hungrily went up one side of it and down the other. “Anything I want? Alright. Here’s what you have to do if you don’t want my cum up inside your pussy. You need to get down between your friend’s legs here and lick her clit until she comes. And if you can’t make her come, then I’m going to rape her and then blow my load up inside you.”
Trish closed her eyes and reluctantly nodded, she could scarcely bear the thought of putting her mouth on another woman’s body that way, down there… but she also knew that cooperating was her only choice. “Okay… okay I’ll do it…”
He quickly slid his hard shaft out of her again and went to work moving the cuffs around, making sure that Jen was firmly secured to the bed while Trish’s hands were cuffed together in front of her and her ankles bound. He grabbed Trish by the hair and maneuvered her around so that she was situated between her friends legs, her face just inches away from her pussy. His eyes met Jen’s as he spoke to her. “I hope you realize that you need to take an active part here. If you don’t relax and enjoy this, and let her give you an orgasm, then what happens will be your fault. And don’t even think about faking, because if I even remotely suspect it, then you both are really going to get it.”
Jen nodded earnestly, her eyes meeting those of her friend as they peered at each other for a few long moments. They had known one another for a very long time, were so close, but not this close, never before like this. Jen shivered partly from the humiliation that they were being put through, and partly from the excitement of her best friend’s mouth inches away from pleasuring her.
“Now ask her. Ask her nicely to lick your pussy and make you come.”
“Trish… I’m… I’m sor…”, she stopped herself short of saying it, “I… will… will you… will you please lick my pussy and make me come?”
Trish’s eyes left contact with her best friend and looked down at the shaved pussy in front of her, the scent of Jen’s arousal filling her nostrils. She had never been this close to another woman before, had no experience doing this. But she did enjoy watching it, it was the only kind of porn she had ever sought out, and she knew how she liked it. She closed her eyes and let her tongue slide out of her mouth, probing until it made contact with Jen’s wet slit. She paused for a moment before parting the lips of her pussy with her tongue, sliding it around in a circular motion as she explored her best friend’s most private parts.
An loud involuntary gasp left Jen’s lips and as if on it’s own her back arched, she threw her head back at the contact, at the sudden surge of pleasure, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She had touched herself, sure, plenty of times, but it was never like this. Trish’s warm, wet mouth sent shivers up and down her spine, waves of intense pleasure washing over her. Trish carefully watched her friends reaction and allowed it to guide her, repeated each movement that made her friend moan and carefully avoiding any contact that made Jen’s body jump or tense.
“Mmmmmm… that is nice. Now tell your friend what a good job she’s doing. Tell her how good she’s making you feel. Tell her how happy you are that I’m forcing her to lick your pussy because of how good it feels.”
Jen shook her head and whined in horror at his request, she had hoped that she could just give a good performance and fake an orgasm, she didn’t want to say those things, didn’t want to admit that she was helping rape her best friend. Her breathing grew more rapid and shallow as the mixed emotions tore her apart, partly feeling anger and pain and hatred at the humiliation they were being put through, and partly unable to deny the pleasure she felt, unable to stop her hips from gyrating against her best friends mouth, begging her for more.
“Okay… alright…” She bent her head down and looked at her friend, meeting one another’s eyes again as she spoke to her. “Tr… Trish… that… that feels… oh my god… Trish… that feels s… so, sooo good.”
“Keep going. Tell her all of those things I said. Keep telling her, over and over again. Say it like you mean it.”
Jen threw her head back and gasped as the pleasure continued to grow inside her, like a river beginning to overflow it’s banks. “I… I do… I do mean it… oh god… oh… oh… Trish…” Her eyes shot wide open as she looked down at her friend. “Oh Trish… you’re making me feel so good, that feels s… so… fucking… good… I… I… I’m glad that he is forcing you to lick my pussy, I’m glad he’s making you do it, it feels so good, I’m so glad he’s doing this to you, oh fuck…”
Her hands curled into fists and her body convulsed as Trish pushed her higher and higher, sending sensations through her body that she never even thought were possible. She had found the sweet spot now, and she knew it, she carefully kept her pace and speed steady, swirling her tongue around her friend’s clit, darting it occasionally into the opening of her pussy, feeling it throb and quiver, knowing that it was only a matter of time, if she could just keep this up, this would all be over.
“Oh…. oh god… oh my god… oh fuck… Trish… ooooh… oooooohhhh yes… oh fuck I’m so glad that he’s making you do this, it feels so fucking good, oh god, I’m sorry, it feels so good, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please please please please, oh GOD… OOOOHHH…” Jen’s eyes shot wide open and she looked down at the sight between her legs one final time, before throwing her head back and her words turning into imperceptible sounds and moans, mixed in with her gasping for breath. Her hips thrusted steady against her friends mouth, prolonging the pleasure, feeling it build until she couldn’t stand it anymore and then an incredible rush, her pussy spasming all on its own, violently and repeatedly, over and over and over again until finally she went limp, just a quiet, subdued moaning leaving her lips.
Trish breathed heavily through her nose, slowly pulled her face away from her friend’s sopping wet pussy, her mouth full of the juices from it. She sat back on her feet with her head hung, eyes cast down to the bed, embarrassed and humiliated at what she had been forced to do, at the feelings of betrayal that she struggled with, from watching and feeling her friend get lost in the ecstasy of the pleasure that she had given her.
“Mmmmmmm… that was very nice. There’s just one or two more things that I want now.” The friends made eye contact with each other as they each realized the truth. Their ordeal wasn’t over yet.
Part 3
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The man reached over and began stroking Trish’s body, sliding his hands up and down her back, over her shoulders, feeling her soft skin. She pouted gently but didn’t bother resisting his touch any longer, despite her body tensing at the contact. “Wh… what… what do want from me…?”
“Fair question. I’ll tell you what I want. I want to uncuff you, and then I want you to make slow, sweet love with me. I want you to convince me that you’re enjoying it, I want you to kiss me like you can’t get enough, I want to feel your hands pulling me closer to you.”
Trish buried her face in her hands as her shoulders shook, crying gently to herself at being forced to humiliate herself further. Still, she told herself, he could have asked for worse things. Without another word she turned and laid on her back next to her friend, holding her cuffed wrists up for him.
“Ask me first. Nicely.”
She closed her eyes for a moment and took several deep breaths, putting on her best face, trying to get through this and hoping that he would finally let them go. She sniffled, cleared her throat, and then in her soft, sweet voice, spoke. “Will you have sex with me, please? I… want… to have sex with you.” Her stomach muscles tensed and shuddered for a moment, holding back the tears, and then relaxed and her chest heaved as she forced herself to breath.
“Make love. Ask to make love with me.”
“I… I… mmmmm…. okay… okay… will you please… can… can I make love with you, please…”
“That’s better.” A few moments later her wrists and ankles were free of the cuffs, but she couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut and avoid looking at him. His breath was warm and moist against her face as he positioned himself over her again, moving his lips closer to hers, feeling them reluctantly part and meet his in a firm kiss. She repeated the kiss the same way, a second time, and a third time, before letting her lips melt into his and letting him taste her, taking him into her mouth. A low, deep moan left through his nose as he felt her submitting to him.
With a quiet gasp he slid into her again, watching her grab the sheets on each side of her body for a moment as she braced herself and then, after relaxing, letting go and finding her hands on his sides, holding him reluctantly and, realizing that would not be enough to please him, digging her fingers into him gently. Finally her eyes opened and she looked into his, tried to hide the hate and disgust that she felt and reached up to pull his head back down to her lips, kissing him again.
Jen whimpered quietly, finally returning to reality from the heightened state she was in, her eyes darting around the room and falling on the scene next to her. Her body shivered uncontrollably from the chill she felt, the sweat covering her skin making her feel cold and clammy, watching as if unable to tear her eyes away from her friend touching and kissing this man who was brutalizing them in such a way.
He continued thrusting in and out of her, deep and firm and steady, making her gasp, feeling her breathing growing quicker and quicker. Trish suddenly turned her head away and her lips began to pull back again, her face contorting in agony as she started to cry. “Oh, come on now, you were doing so good. What did I tell you? Just behave yourself and do ask I asked already, it isn’t that hard, I know a dirty little whore like you loves being fucked. Don’t you?”
Trish shook and replied as best she could, her voice cracking and breaking. “Please… please don’t…”
“Please don’t what?”
“Y… you… you know what…”
He let out a low, wicked chuckle as she pressed her hands against his chest as if to push him away, watching her body twitch as her pussy began to spasm around his cock. “Ooooohhhh… you like that, is that it? Hmmmm? That’s right… oooooh yes… I know… I know how good that feels… I know you can’t deny it… just let yourself go… there’s no use trying to stop it…”
“Please… oh god… please don’t… no… don’t do this…”
His thrusts grew firmer and more rapid, his cock getting even harder and more full as he sensed her body’s evolutionary response to him inside of her. “Mmmmm… oh yes baby… that’s what I want… give me what I want… give it to me… I know it’s in there…”
“No… no…. nooooo… oh god no… please… please… oh fuck… oh fuck… OH FUCK… OH FUCK… OHH… MMMMNNNPPHHHHH… MMMMM…..” Trish squeezed her eyes shut and pinched her lips together as tightly as she could, trying to muffle the sounds of her orgasm, as if she could somehow smother it and stop it from happening, but it was no use. The relentless thrusting of his hard cock inside her, the involuntary response of her body as it was pushed and touched in just the right place, was far beyond her conscious control and she came, hard and violently, all of the muscles in her trim midsection rapidly tightening and relaxing over and over again, finally giving in to it as her mouth opening in a series of loud gasps.
“Mmmmm… oh yeah… that’s right, you really are a little slut, aren’t you? I knew that you had it in you.” She hid her eyes from his broad, triumphant grin as the aftershocks shook her body, whimpering softly while his thrusting slowed down and stopped, his cock throbbing with every heartbeat. “What a little whore you are, getting off on my cock like that. You are just a cock-hungry little slut, isn’t that right?”
He stared down at her young, firm body, taking in the sight of her rapid breathing as she caught her breath, hoping and praying that this would be over soon.
“Looks like there’s just one more thing for us to do together. I’m going to enjoy fucking your ass for a while.”
“WHAT? NO!” Trish’s eyes flew open in panic and sheer terror as she screamed out. “NO! You… you can’t! I… I’m too small… please! Please don’t please please please!”, shaking her head violently back and forth. “I… I’ve never done that! I haven’t! Please don’t hurt me, please!”
“Yes, I can, and I will. Unless, of course, you’d like me to rape your little virgin friend here instead…”
Trish closed her eyes and for the first time she remained silent in response, shuddering at the thought of her tiny ass being forced open by his thick shaft. Jen began to whimper and tremble as the silence went on, seeing the man grin at the internal torment that was going on in Trish’s mind. She whispered, as if he wouldn’t be able to hear, “Trish… Trish… please…. please…”
She shook her head again and began to sob as she heard her young friend pleading with her, her stomach turning at what she had been forced to do, at what was being asked of her now. “I… I… Jen… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I can’t, I just can’t…”
“Oh god… oh god no… please! PLEASE! TRISH! P… P…. Please… can’t… can’t… can’t you… just…”
Trish blinked, her eyes cold and distant, staring blankly at the ceiling as she spoke, her voice barely audible. “I can’t… I’m sorry… I tried, I’ve done everything I could for you… I’ve done enough… I can’t do any more… this would be… much worse for me than it will be for you… I’m sorry…” She covered her face again and sobbed loudly, horrified at having gone through so much only to let her friend down now. She just couldn’t bear the thought of him…
“Oh my god.” Jen’s eyes moved back to the man, who was smiling broadly now, eyeing her body like it was a delicious dessert. “Oh my god. Oh no. Oh no. Oh god no, no no no no no…” Her pleading continued as he grabbed Trish and dragged her off the bed, throwing her shaking body into a chair that faced the room. A moment later she found her wrists cuffed to the arms of the chair, and her ankles fastened to the legs. “I want to make sure that you have a good view so you can watch the show.”
“Jen… I’m sorry… oh… I’m so sorry… I’m sorry…”
“Please Trish, please help me, please don’t let him do this, please don’t let… let… let him… oh god, oh god no, no! NOO! NOOOO! NOOOOO! NOOO! AHHH! AHHH STOP! PLEASE DON’T OH MY GOD NO PLEASE DON’T AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” An unearthly howl escaped her lips as he violently and carelessly penetrated her, viciously tearing her virgin pussy open with several rough thrusts, gritting his teeth and snarling like an animal tearing apart its prey as she shrieked in agony. “OOOOWWW IT HURTS! IT HURTS! STOP PLEASE STOP NOOOOO! OOOWWWW… Ow… owww….”
Trish squeezed her eyes shut as hard as she could, but there was nothing she could do to stop the echoing of her best friend’s screams as they filled the room, filled her ears, the horrifying sounds burning themselves forever into her memory. The screaming and crying and pleading went on for what like seemed forever, when finally, at last, he groaned out furiously and thrusted a few final times, ejaculating inside of her and then collapsing over her tiny body as she sobbed, shattered and broken, beyond comfort.
After a few moments he pulled himself off of her, smirking at the mixture of blood and cum that covered his cock, her aching, brutalized pussy leaking it onto the bed. He left the room and suddenly it was quiet, only the soft sounds of Jen’s sobbing to be heard.
“Jen… Jen… I’m so sorry Jen, oh god, I’m so sorry. Jen are you okay? Jen? Please. Please talk to me, please… say something.” She continued sobbing, forcing out a couple of words before continuing.
“Don’t… don’t talk to me…”
“Jen… I’m so soooo sorry, I’m right here, I, I…” Trish’s words were cut short as the door opened again and the man entered, carrying two glasses with what looked like orange juice in them. Before she even realized what was happening he grabbed her by the hair and forced the glass to her mouth, tipping it and letting it flow down her throat, forcing her to swallow it as she choked and sputtered. Then it was Jen’s turn for the same treatment, who ended up coughing and gasping on the bed, despite her parched mouth welcoming the sweet liquid.
It wasn’t long before they realized why, as their vision blurred and their hands began to go numb. “You… you drugged us…?”
“Don’t worry. Soon you’ll wake up, and this will feel like it was all just a bad dream. Except for you.” He smirked at Jen. “You’ll be missing something when you wake up. You’ve got your friend here to thank for it.” And with that wicked smile again on his face he turned and walked out the door.
THE END.