Because She Wanted To Ch. 02

Helplessness.

There's one kind of helplessness when you're still fighting -- when you struggle as hard as you can but can't get away, overpowered by raw physical force. But there's a different kind of helplessness when you're too weak to even struggle anymore. When you just lie back and surrender, resigned to whatever's going to happen to you.

My attacker has already crushed my resistance. She's already broken into my apartment in the middle of the night. Pinned me down and beaten me when I fought back. Stripped me naked and forced her tongue in my mouth. Choked me against the wall. Finger-fucked me while she was choking me, forced me into orgasm after orgasm until my legs couldn't even hold me up anymore. And now, she's casually taking advantage of my weakness and submission -- just cuddling me naked on the floor, just enjoying the skin-to-skin contact as if we were girlfriends, not attacker and victim.

But before long, she wants more.

The moment she moves, I feel that tremor inside me, nervous about what she's going to do to me next. Her strong arms push herself up and roll me over, leaving me flat on my back, arms flopping out to the sides, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. And then she climbs on top of me, straddling my face.

Fuck, it's so intimidating -- her muscular thighs trapping my head between them -- her toned abs looming above me -- my heart pounds -- she feels so incredibly powerful, such a mass of muscle poised over my poor, weak little body -- I just lie completely limp under her -- wouldn't dare even lift a finger to resist --

"Lick me," she orders. Her powerful leg muscles flex, steadily lowering her pussy towards my face, until it presses against my lips -- oh gods, I've never had a pussy in my face before -- I hesitate -- it's so overwhelming -- her scent so close to my nose -- her thighs squeezing around my head --

"Let's add an incentive," she says with a little smirk, leaning back and feeling around behind her. Her fingers quickly find my nipples -- I feel a little jolt of pain, as she lightly pinches -- "Do a good job and I won't hurt you," she says -- oh shit, I'm so vulnerable this way -- each nipple between her thumb and forefinger -- what if she squeezes harder?! -- the fear overwhelms my hesitation -- I start to comply, timidly parting my lips and pressing my tongue against her --

-- she immediately orders me to go faster -- her fingers tightening on my nipples -- I completely surrender to her demands, desperately lapping away at her -- blown away by how helpless it makes me feel -- her controlling me by such a tiny part of my body -- absolutely no strength to fight back -- needing to do exactly what she says if I want to avoid the pain -- her crotch smothering my whole mouth -- panting through my nose for breath --

I don't know how to pleasure her right -- I just keep rubbing my tongue back and forth, no time to think, not daring to slow down in case she hurts me. But she doesn't care if I'm good at it, she's just getting off on me being so desperate. She starts grinding on me, rubbing her pussy over my face -- fuck, it's so humiliating, being used as a little fucktoy for her enjoyment -- my face slick with her juices -- her rhythmically grunting with pleasure as she hits the right spot for herself -- I start to whimper as I keep licking her, hoping she'll take pity on me -- but she just keeps going -- riding my face so roughly, it feels like she's smashing my lips -- taking whatever she wants, using me like a little object --

-- at long last, she lifts herself off of me -- I lie there panting, defeated, desperate for the break. For her, it's a leisurely motion, relaxed from taking her fill of pleasure. I can see her contented little smile... but she's not done with me, no of course she's not.

She drags me over to the couch, lifting me bodily from the floor, like it's effortless. She sits back, reclining, pulling me into her lap. She positions me facing away from her, so she can reach around with both arms and casually fondle me. My body yields to her touch -- I know she's completely in control, it's hopeless to resist -- might as well just relax and allow it to give me pleasure -- her hands gently rubbing and squeezing my breasts, drawing low moans out of me -- sliding upwards to stroke my neck, making me shiver -- sliding downwards to stroke my inner thighs, rub between my legs -- I wriggle my body against hers, back arching, a series of little moans escaping my lips -- my body is loving the attention -- if I can't stop it from happening, why not just enjoy it? -- I could just forget myself and stay like this forever --

But then, damnable reality asserts itself. The first rays of morning sunlight peek through the blinds.

I almost hate how the worries of everyday life break the mood. When's she going to let me go? What if I'm late for work? I'm going to be such a mess! I start pleading, almost chagrined to have been so caught up in the pleasure -- "Please let me go," I beg. "I have work this morning -- please, I promise I won't tell anyone -- I can just pretend this never happened --"

"Oh, there's no need to worry about that," she says -- a low, ominous voice, her arm snaking around my neck, trapping my throat in the crook of her elbow --

"W-what do you mean?" I gasp -- terrified again -- my chin forced upwards by her arm --

That low voice murmurs in my ear, "I'm going to take you home with me. You won't have to worry about work, ever again."

A new level of terror explodes through me -- so much more real this time -- I was resigned to her using me, but I didn't think she was going to take me away from my entire life! I tense up, ready to run -- but -- the muscular arm around my throat, trapping me here in her lap -- like she could snap my neck at any moment -- I freeze up, stricken by what a disastrously bad position I'm in, if I try anything -- but my eyes are frantically scanning the room, looking for anything I can use to get away --

"You can't do this to me!" I whimper. "People will notice I'm gone -- they'll come looking for me --"

"That's for me to worry about," she says, dangerously casual. "In fact, why don't we get going? Put on your clothes, we'll be in public for a bit."

She tosses me off the couch -- I stumble to my feet, barely keeping my balance -- oh shit, I'm in no shape to run, naked and exhausted like this -- I need a plan -- I look around, stalling for time -- pretending like I'm looking for clothing in the messy apartment, trying to think --

-- if I wait until we're outside then I can yell for help -- but what if she just drags me off before anyone can come? She'll be keeping me right next to her -- where she can grab me at any time, with that strength, oh gods, that enormous strength -- I glance back at her -- right now we're ten feet apart, she's looking down, stepping into her pants -- this might be my only chance to make a run for it --

I bolt for the door.

-- stumble right away, my calf muscles still screaming from their earlier ordeal -- force myself through the pain, strength born of terror -- wildly grab for the door handle -- shove my legs out into the hall, still half naked, screaming for help, cursing the good soundproofing -- look left and right -- who'd be awake at this hour? -- have to keep moving -- I turn and --

WHAM.

-- full body tackle, crushing me against the opposite wall -- wind knocked out of me, scream cut short for lack of air -- yanked by the arm -- thrown back through the door into my apartment, crashing right off my feet, face first onto the floor -- door slammed behind us, deadbolt clicking into place -- oh shit, oh shit, oh shit --

-- a foot slamming into my ribs -- yell of anger -- scramble to crawl away -- but there's nowhere to run -- kicks and stomps, exploding pain across my body -- rolled over onto my back -- scrambling with my arms to inch away -- raw fury on her face, towering over me -- "where the hell do you think you're going?" -- "please! please! I'm not going anywhere! I'm sorry I'm sorry --" cut off by her foot slamming into my stomach --

"I'm going to punish you for that."

She drags me by the legs, face down -- I'm straining to keep my chin from bumping on the floor -- drops me in the bedroom -- I hear duct tape unrolling -- rough hands tape one ankle to the bedpost -- then my other leg forced wide apart, the other ankle taped to the other bedpost -- immobilized, completely at her mercy --

"What are you going to do to me?" I plead --

-- the clink of a belt buckle -- leather strap dangling in my face, letting me know what's coming -- "please no! I promise I'll do whatever you want --"

Wha-PISSSH!

-- pain explodes from my buttocks -- I scream out loud, clawing at the floor -- skin stinging from the impact --

Wha-PISSSH!

-- it's even worse this time -- pain blotting out my senses -- gasping, a moan of pain with every breath -- I beg desperately -- "please! I can't take it!" -- in the corner of my eye, I see her raising the whip again -- "please!!! I'll do anything!!!" --

Wha-PISSSH!

-- scream ripping out so hard that my voice breaks -- wrenching my hips side to side to avoid it, but there's no avoiding it -- flailing with my helpless little arms, not even tied up but nothing they can do to stop it, with the position I'm in -- "Aaaahhhh! Mercy! Mercy, plea--"

Wha-PISSSH!

-- my mind is breaking -- I'm so helpless to stop the pain -- a wretched sob tearing out of me -- every breath, sobs mixing with my screams -- knowing it's going to keep happening, no matter how I struggle or plead --

Wha-PISSSH!

-- tears pour down my cheeks -- body collapsed pathetically on the floor, face pressed into the floorboards -- twitching helplessly in pain, given up on trying to stop it -- still trying to beg, but I've lost my voice, it comes out as incoherent moans --

Wha-PISSSH!

-- when will it end? -- it'll never end, I'm going to be in this hell forever -- I sob and sob --

Wha-PISSSH!

Wha-PISSSH!

Wha-PISSSH!

...

I barely notice that she's stopped. I barely notice her hands tearing the duct tape off my ankles -- I'm practically numb to it, it's nothing compared to the pain of the whip. All I can do is lie there limply, sobbing and reeling from the pain.

"Get up."

I whimper piteously, trying to push myself up with my arms -- the muscles in agony from struggling -- she crouches down and helps me up to my knees -- I'm shaking, trembling, shoulders curled inwards, tears plastering my cheeks -- she puts her arm around my shoulders, as if to comfort me -- I can't help using it for balance, leaning into her like she wants me to -- I'm so afraid of her -- I'll do anything, I'll go along with anything, if it means there won't be more pain --

"Aww, don't cry," she says -- gently wiping away my tears -- "the punishment's over, I won't hurt you anymore --" she leans her head close, her lips physically brushing against my ear "-- because you'll never try to escape from me, ever again."

A final, unbearable sob breaks out of me -- I know she's right -- she's completely broken me -- I slump into her arms, letting her hands stroke my face, completely owned by her -- knowing this is the end of my life outside, and the beginning of my existence as her permanent plaything.

I tearfully go through the motions that she tells me to -- putting on my clothes, getting ready to follow her home. She instructs me what to do while we're in public -- I'm supposed to follow along like we are friends, staying right beside her, and if anyone gets my attention, just say I'm busy. "And don't try anything clever. Or you'll wish I strangled you to death."

I just nod obediently.

She leads me out to her car. We don't run into anyone. It's almost a relief -- it would hurt too much to see a friend and have to leave them. She sits me down in the passenger seat -- I wince as the welts on my butt touch the seat -- but I don't have the strength to hold myself up, to keep the pressure off -- I just slump in the seat, relaxing, letting the pain wash through me, as she climbs into the driver's side.

It's a long car ride, city traffic making us wait -- giving me plenty of time to worry about where we're headed. I'm slowly crying in the passenger seat, hugging myself as if to protect my bruised ribcage, every little bump in the road sending new jolts of pain through that one spot --

"I think you might have broken my ribs," I whimper.

"Nah," she says casually, not looking away from the road. "They're just bruised."

"H-how do you know?"

"I know how hard to kick a girl's ribs if I want to break them," she says.

The way she says it so casually -- it sends a shiver through me. "ohhhhh no. oh no. That means you've done it before."

She lets out a low, dark chuckle. I'm filled with a horrified fascination -- that unsettling feeling of not being sure how much of a monster I am stuck with -- whether she just gets off on scaring me, or whether I'm going to end up dead in a ditch somewhere, the moment she gets bored of me.

We bump along, miles of road going by while I stew in apprehension... the sun slowly rising... soon, we go beyond the city limits... the whole life I knew disappearing into the distance behind us... taking me somewhere I've never been, out into the country, fewer and fewer buildings going by... woods closing in around us... it's more and more isolated, she's taking me somewhere no one will ever find me...

At last, we pull into a driveway... a big house peeks out of the woods, practically a mansion -- is this where she lives? -- she throws open the car door, jumps out -- big stretch like she's glad to the home -- comes around, pops the door on my side, beckons me to join her --

-- struggle to get out of the seat -- my butt screaming once again when I try to move it -- she doesn't wait for me, she drags me out, lifts me bodily in her arms -- I flail and scream, but my strength is all gone -- I slump in her arms as she carries me towards the front door -- looking up into her face, I see that contented smile, happy with how she has completely controlled me -- she carries me across the threshold, it feels so final, I've been taken home like a prize -- the deadbolt clicking behind us --

She sets me down, on a couch, facing her... she straddles me, cupping my cheeks in her hands... gently tilting my face upwards, so she can lean down and kiss me... much more gentle this time, her tongue less forceful, gently probing, as if asking me to let her in... which I do... the residual fear has made me so pliant, so willing to relax into her touch... the warmth of her, our tongues intertwined... I feel my eyelids drooping, so exhausted, just wanting to be carried away into that comfort, forever...

She holds us there for a long moment... then finally, she pulls back, and gives a little smile. "Now we've got all the time in the world to get to know each other."