Thread: We Meet Again (AndNich123 & Adam)

He truly was enjoying this. Her pain. Her screams. Her torture. He was probably hard just carrying on like this. That was when the true fear of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. Yes James, she cried out. He likes it when I call his name. Call his name. Over and over. Maybe this can somehow sedate him a little. She continued calling his name at various volumes. She wasnt keeping rhythm with the music. She was simply calling it so he could hear it. It became a matter at that point, of doing whatever she thought might subdue him a bit. She noticed he had missed a lash, a stroke. Was it working? Is he calming down? She took the moment to not only keep calling his name over and over, but to take a few deeps breaths. She was still crying, yelling through her tears. Her joy was short lived as the belt once more collided with her tender, reddened ass. Her screams almost able to shatter the glass protecting them from the outside. Her body seemed to ricochet from the floor from the force of his blow. James, she screamed out nearly piercing her own eardrums. Please! Im begging you! Stop! She was stunned as the words left her own mouth. I just begged him to stop. At that point, she would have done almost anything to get him stop. She wasnt even sure he heard her words. He seemed so enthralled in his own world, and she was along for the ride. She was his unwilling passenger down this dark path. She would have never imagined him this way in school. Her mind filled with images of him back then. All the missed chances were so crystal clear to her of how she could have been nicer, more of a human to him. No. She had to push him down to make herself such a bigger person than him. Now who was being pushed down, she asked herself. He moved his foot, and her face felt a slight bit of cool air where his foot has just been. She reached over feeling the pattern along her skin. Enraged, she wanted to get up, but he quickly put a stop to that notion. Of course Im crying you mother fucker! You just beat my ass as if you were my father, and to make it worse, you probably got off on it! Youre a sick son of a bitch, and I hope you rot wherever you end up after this. Of course, thinking better of voicing such thoughts, she tried to put an end to her sobs as he seemed to find some perverse pleasure in taunting her about her lack of control over her emotions. She tried to fight him, but once more, as it would seem to be the flavor of the night, he was far stronger than she. He made short work of pinning her arms together securely with the belt. Even in that state, she still struggled despite the pain that settled quickly in her shoulder. Every tug, every turn, the dull ache only seemed to grow more. This man is a psycho, but he clearly has the upper hand. Even if I get free, the door is still locked. I would have to totally render him unable to do anything before I could even think about calling out. Even then, what if the phones dont work for some strange reason? Im trapped here with nut boy and his crazy belt. I have to play his game now. She stopped struggling just as he began a new rant. I am not a wimp! I am a victim. Youre victim you overweight, pathetic, crazy son of a bitch! Dont worry though. Ill make sure to ask them to give you a bed right next to a man just as crazy as you who wants to fuck you! Her thoughts her own private sanctuary right now, she let her thoughts run wild. It was the only thing keeping her grounded, centered at the moment. She cringed and closes her eyes as his spit hit her face. Her stomach churned, and she wanted to vomit. Swallowing back hard on it, with her arms tightly behind her back, she couldnt even afford herself the luxury of wiping it off. No. This was insult to her, and she literally had to bite her tongue. You will pay for this you sick, twisted freak. Make no mistake. I dont have a pimp! Dont you know anything about the agency I work for? Clearly not. He probably picked up his previous calls girls in the junk food aisle at the local store. Two for one special and they probably gave him something he had to get a shot to get rid of! He was hoisting her up to her feet, but for what reason she didnt even want to dare to imagine. With his fingers to her throat, she was certain he was going to kill her. This is it. Hes going to choke me to death. His fingers pressed in, and she closed her eyes waiting everything to slowly fade. Her thoughts quickly shifted as he bent her over. No? Hes going to fuck me! Id rather you kill me! Please! Choke me! I dont want your nasty cock inside me you pervert! She had no choice but to follow him like a dog on a leash. The humiliation of the scene rang true when she noticed her panties on the floor around her ankles. There was no dignity in being lead around like this. Her eyes closed tightly for a moment as she reassured herself she would get him in the end for this. He had been talking the entire time, but it wasnt until now that she started to listen to him. Hes spewing out this hate because he was jealous of them. Thats it. Hes still a scared, little, jealous, nerd. The only difference is hes in charge now. Those words hung heavy in her mind. She repeated them over and over again. Hes in charge now. Alright, she yelled out as his grip was becoming too much for her to bear. She forced a smile. Im smiling. She trembled at the thought of begging him to fuck her, and try as she might it was just not within her. Fuck you! Are you fucking mad! Go to hell! You might have me now, but you dont have me! Dont you get it? Dont you see the difference? The only way you could have me is to buy me and force me. Thats pathetic. I guess you fish with the fish in tank too dont you? Now let me go James! Keep your damn money!