Just One Drink Ch. 03

Saturday seemed to just evaporate. One minute Violet was spending the morning intermittently napping between lazy bouts of masturbation to the worst parts of the nightmare that had become her life. The next minute she was stepping out of a long scalding shower where she tried and failed to feel clean again, and it was suddenly three in the afternoon. That left her scrambling to get ready if she didn't want to make James wait. Something told her that the last thing she wanted to do was give that man an excuse to punish her again. So Violet wolfed down a quick lunch and then decided what to wear. She considered just putting on sweatpants and a tee-shirt, but he might see that as her being unwilling, and make her come back home naked or worse.

So instead Violet decided to go all out, wearing a black lace panty and bra set underneath a 20s inspired purple flapper dress with a string of faux pearls looped several times around her neck. She finished it off with some wide fishnet tights and a pair of low heels suitable for dancing, or maybe even running if worst came to worst since she had no idea what to expect. She liked this dress because it made her look like a flapper, and gave her an excellent excuse to hide her lack of cleavage. But when she had finished doing some subtle lipstick, some not so subtle eyeliner, and a stepped back to look at the whole picture in the mirror instead of each of the individual details she remembered why she didn't like this outfit: it was one of the few things she owned that could make her look actually kind of pretty. When she wore it, guys checked her out everywhere she went, making her extremely self conscious.

Being a wallflower was normally her thing. It was safe, comfortable, and easy. For some reason when she looked at herself in the mirror tonight though, she didn't feel the overwhelming need to change to something less conspicuous. She was sure her psychology book or the rape survivors website she'd been reading earlier would have talked about coping mechanisms or the need to take back control, but Violet thought it was probably just a desire to appease her abuser so he would go easy on her. She doubted it would work, but she couldn't think of anything else that would.

To take her mind off that lingering feeling of vulnerability, she rushed around, taking care of a few last minute things, when she heard a knock at her door. A quick glance at the clock showed she'd lost track of time, and that James was here. She hurried over to the door, opened it, and there he was. He was undeniably handsome for a monster, with short dark hair, a crooked smile, and two days of scruff that somehow suited him. It was offset by a nice collared shirt and slacks he was wearing. A casual observer wouldn't be able to tell he was anything but a normal guy - not unless they really studied those cold, dark eyes. He stood there a moment and then he did something unexpected. With a small flourish, produced a single long stem red rose behind his back.

He smelled it, and then offered it to her. "Here you go pet, a flower for a flower." Violet blushed, realizing that in that moment she couldn't even tell he was a monster. He was dangerously good at camouflage.

She reached for it cautiously, and then took it, carrying it over to the kitchenette to find a tall glass she could use as a vase. "Thank you," she said, over her shoulder. "You really shouldn't have." While she ran the water, she wondered whether this was an attempt to make amends, or to let down her guard. She didn't have to wonder long; as soon as she set the makeshift vase down on the counter and put the flower in it, he stepped behind her, pinning her to the counter.

"What the fuck?" she protested, trying to turn around, but she couldn't. His body was pressed entirely against her with his left hand on her hip and his right hand on her throat. It wasn't painful, but it was threatening and dangerously sensual. Wasn't he going to even wait until he'd bought her dinner before he molested her again?

"You look really lovely tonight," James said, caressing her collarbone before kissing the nape of her neck. "And you smell even better. I mean it. I could Eat. You. Up."

The words sent a shiver down her neck as she steeled herself for something worse, but after only a moment, he released her and then straightening his shirt said, "We should be going, or we'll be late for our reservation."

He took her by the arm, led her to the door, and they were on their way. They strolled arm and arm down the street in the light of the setting sun, looking for all the world like just another young couple. But they weren't, she reminded herself as she caught their reflection in a shop's window. No matter how cute he might look dressed up like this, this was all just a set up for some new terrible game. She swore to herself that this time she would be ready for it.

It was an easy thing to tell herself, but it was a harder thing to do. Especially when he insisted on being so charming. He took here to Le Reve, a lovely French restaurant, and then after he pulled out her chair he ordered the crêpes salées for her, and steak frites for himself along with a bottle of merlot. He must have known the waiter, because Violet waited for him to card her, but instead he just smiled and took down the order. After that they just made small talk until their food arrived. It was delicious. The crepes as well as the chicken melted in her mouth but neither was as good as the sauce. On a deep and permanent level, part of her hated the man sitting across from her, but the rest of her... well after a glass and a half of red she found herself taking to him. If he treated her like this from now on she might even be able to forgive him on some level. But the lull couldn't last.

Towards the end of the meal, after what had been a long stretch of utterly innocuous conversation, he turned to her and casually asked, "So what was your favorite part?"

"Of the meal? Well the crepe was..." she started.

"Not the meal, slut, the video. Which part do you watch the most?" It was an awful question to ask at all, let alone in public, but he asked it as if he was discussing how his classes went this week as he turned his attention back to his steak and began to cut another piece.

"You ask me that here? Now?" Violet said, her voice barely above a whisper as she flushed bright red at the topic.

"Why not? It's a simple question. There are other people here, sure, but none of them are paying us the least bit of attention. They're all wrapped up in their own private dramas. No one else knows what a broken little cunt you are, so just tell me, and I won't have to punish you for your disobedience." James said, gesturing around to the other tables with a bit of steak skewered on his fork and smiling before he popped it into his mouth and chewed slowly waiting for her answer.

Violet sighed heavily, showing her obvious distaste at this, but inside she was shaking like a leaf. What kind of person had a favorite moment from the night they were raped while they were blackout drunk. The same kind of person that would watch a tape of that night, she chided herself. Of course she had a favorite moment to cum to, but did she really have to tell him that? "Here we were having a perfectly lovely evening, and then you have to go and ruin it. I was actually having a good time James."

"Well I'm glad to hear it, but that's not going to get you out of answering the question." James said, his voice full of cruelty. He loved putting her on the spot like this. "So tell me. Was it losing your cherry to a man you didn't know, was it when he invited his friends over and they spit roasted you, how about when they took you in all three holes at the same time or maybe it was the big Bukkake party at the end..." While he listed off each of the scenes, James counted them off on his fingers, and with each one Violet felt herself wanting to curl up into a ball and die.

"Enough," she said finally, horrified that he wasn't even trying to keep his voice down. People could hear him. "It was the second one."

"Not good enough, Violet. I want details." he responded, his cold eyes never leaving hers. "Tell me why."

Violet looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him not to make her talk about this, but she knew he wouldn't budge. Finally she said, "The second part was the best because of the reaction on my face as it was happening in the video. I might have enjoyed the third one more, I don't know because I can't remember it and wrapped in all those bodies I can barely see anything anyway. But the second one.. When it was just the two of them, I looked so happy.. So blissful. And it haunts me, because..." Violet stopped, pausing to blink away the tears, and taking a moment to compose herself before she finished. "Because how could anyone enjoy something so terrible."

Violet closed her eyes, opening them only when she felt him take her hand in his. "Lots of people enjoy lots of terrible things Violet, don't beat yourself up over it. Nothing that happened that night was your fault, and everything that's happened since has been my fault. But there's nothing wrong with enjoying parts of it, even the worst parts."

"But you're not going to stop," she countered, shaking off the touching moment that had come too close to piercing her heart. "Are you?"

"No," he agreed, "I'm not going to stop, but in a few weeks, maybe you won't want me to. Could you imagine trying to date a nice sweet guy after everything that happened to you? I couldn't think of anything that would make you more miserable."

He wasn't wrong, she reflected. She'd already had the same thought, and she knew for a certainty that even if James disappeared tomorrow, the only men that would find their way to her bed were monsters. "So what now?" she asked, nervously after the moment lingered a little too long.

"Well, you're going to freshen up, and I'm going to pick up the check, and then we'll be off." James said, putting down his silverware.

"So then are we going home or..." Violet followed up.

"Dinner and a movie is the most traditional date, isn't it? I can take you back to my place after, but only if I decide you're going to get lucky." He smiled, then reached into a pocket and pulled out a small box, handing it to her. "I almost forgot, you'll need that for where we're going next."

Violet took the box but decided she dared not open it where anyone else could see, so she got up and made her way to the bathroom. Once she got there, she briefly checked her makeup in the mirror, then hurried into a bathroom stall and opened it. Inside was a small bullet vibrator on a cord. She knew exactly what this was because she'd seen them in enough porn. This was a vibrator meant to be inserted all the way inside her and then activated remotely by someone else. By James.

She cursed his name mentally as she tried to decide which was going to be worse. She could throw it away and then see what he did instead, or she could slide it inside her pussy and see how much he tortured her. It was a terrible choice. Damned if you do, almost certainly damned more if you don't. James had already shown a flair for exhibitionism in his venues and choice of topics, but would he really try to... to... make her cum somewhere in public? She shuddered at the thought. But whatever he was going to do if she didn't obey him, she knew he would make her pay, so after only a moment she slid the cold egg inside of her pussy, surprised to find out how wet she was already. She'd been so busy being pissed off at the man she forgot how easily he turned her on, she reflected as she got up and walked out of the bathroom to rejoin her abominable date.

Once they left the restaurant she was worried he was immediately going to flip the switch, but instead he was back to his usually charming self. When they'd gone two blocks and were halfway to the movie theater he finally asked, "So did you like my gift?"

"Like isn't the word I would use, more like... Uhhhh" She gasped as he turned it on for a second, threatening her balance and entirely derailing her train of thought. First she was angry that he'd done it without warning, but quickly her embarrassment enveloped and overwhelmed the first emotion. She'd just moaned out loud for anyone to hear. She quickly looked around, and no one seemed to have noticed, but they could have, and it terrified her.

"Think of it as a shock collar," James said smirking, not even bothering to look at her, "But one for disobedient sluts. You do what you're told, nothing happens. You disobey, and we see how long you can hold the moan."

Violet fumed. "You think just because you have something on me you can do whatever you want to me?"

"No. I think you're a deeply submissive and masochistic little slut, and that anyone that tapped into those parts of you could do things like this to you. The video was the excuse, or even the bait on the hook if you like. You can't admit it to yourself yet, but you love the time you spend with me, and you're going to love it even more soon."

Violet shook her head in sullen silence, she wanted to tell him that he was wrong, and that the only reason she did anything he told her to was because he would ruin her life if she didn't... but she knew that wasn't entirely true. In reality she-- "So which movie are we watching," James asked casually. While she'd been contemplating the way he made her feel they'd arrived at the movie theater. Violet quickly scanned the marquee.

"How about the new comic book movie, I heard... Mmmmm... knock it off, asshole." She started to explain why she wanted to see that movie, but was cut off quickly as the toy deep inside her came to life, sending a buzzing burst of pleasure to her core before once again disappearing. She noticed that this time it had been stronger, and she'd gone weak in the knees, but James hadn't let her fall.

"This is a date between two serious, beautiful people," he chided her. "If you want to see a nerd movie, then go out with a nerd next time. Now try again."

So this is the way it was. It really was a shock collar to teach her to make the right choices. Well, the right choices according to James that is. She took another look at the list of movies. What would he want to see? He'd want to see whatever made sense for a date of course, not that that helped Violet much as she'd been on precious few dates in her life. Something romantic probably was the right answer though. Eventually she said, "How about that romantic comedy then. The reviews weren't very good, but it looks like a date movie, right?" She waited in fear for another blast from his remote, but it never came. She had guessed right, this time.

They got the tickets and a couple drinks, and then they sat down in the back row and waited for the movie to start. Violet noticed that there were only a few other people in the theater, and when she pointed that out to James he only smiled and lifted up the armrest so he could pull her close to him, and put his arm around her shoulder. Violet had to admit to herself as the lights dimmed and the previews started that this was kind of nice. Maybe there was something to the whole dating thing that she'd manage to mostly skip so far in life. It was nice to be held and watch some stupid movie.

It was as formulaic as all the other entries in the genre. Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Eventually the boy probably would have gotten the girl back, but about halfway through the film James leaned over to her and whispered, "God that's a hot little Hollywood whore. Why don't you have big tits like that?" While he was talking, she flushed with shame at the words, but that didn't stop James from grabbing her hand and moving it to his crotch so she could see how hard the bikini clad slut on screen trying to lure the protagonist away from his one true love was making her date. "You see what the site of a real woman does to me baby? Go on, unzip it and take a really close look."

"B-but someone could see James, they could... mmmuhh" she started to protest before that familiar feeling shot through her. She'd been half expecting it this time, and managed to stifle the noise she made mostly, turning an erotic moan into the clearing of her throat. Just because Violet could hide the sounds, doesn't mean she could hide from the sensation though, and this time he didn't turn it off after a two second burst. This time he kept it on, and he obviously wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted.

"One of us is cumming in this theater cunt, and honestly I don't care who," James gloated. "Tell me, just how quiet do you think you can be when you cum like a whore and leave a wet spot on your dress and your seat?" Violet had no trouble imagining that scenario as the shame shot through her, competing only with the pleasure in terms of intensity. He'd be perfectly happy to let everyone in this room hear her moan like a whore as she came on his toy. She could feel it building already, and the shame was only speeding it up. She had never thought she'd ever be the sort of girl to do anything like this in public, but since it was the least worst option, she reluctantly sank her head onto James's lap. The relief was immediate as the vibrator inside her went still.

She knew if she didn't keep moving, he'd turn it right back on, so without any delay she started to undo the button fly and pull down his zipper, revealing the barely visible boxer shorts. In the dark theater she couldn't see much, but she was simultaneously convinced that everyone could see what she was doing as she peeled back the elastic waste band and saw the silhouette of his throbbing cock. She couldn't see any details as she grabbed it, but she could smell his masculine musk, and tentatively she reached for it. It was so thick her small hands could only barely encircle it. She felt it throb in her hand, and popped her head up to look around to see if everyone was staring at them, but they were all alone in this part of the theater and no one appeared to notice, so she ducked her head back down, this time engulfing the head of his cock in her little mouth.

The tastes mixed, and she took a moment to appreciate them before trying to fit a few more inches in her mouth. She could taste the earthy, salty flavor of his skin, and beyond that, the sweeter, richer taste of what she guessed was precum. Despite being a virgin a week ago, she'd sucked several cocks in the last week. This was the only one she'd tried to experience though. All the other times she'd choked on dick, she'd either been struggling too much to appreciate it, or she'd been too drunk to remember.

But this was kind of hot, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly why. It wasn't any one thing. It was everything - the taste, the feeling of him throbbing and jerking in her mouth and knowing she caused that, the sounds of his breathing starting to become irregular as her tongue teased the head of his cock, and of course, the risk that they could get caught. Violet squeezed her thighs together hard at the thought. It shouldn't turn her on, but the idea that anyone could see them, or that an usher might walk down the aisle and shine a flashlight on her while her mouth was full of cock. It was undeniably exciting.

That danger only motivated her to try harder to make James cum. The sooner she drained his balls into her mouth, the sooner she could sit up and pretend that this never happened. So she sunk down another inch or two, trying to relax her throat and breathe through her nose. She'd never practiced this, and hadn't even watched much blowjob porn, so she was forced to experiment by trial and error. At first she tried to fit the whole thing in her mouth, but after she almost choked, she quickly gave that up; anything after about four inches got pretty uncomfortable.