by Shea Swain
“You feel so good,” he breathed heavily, as he pulled almost completely out. “So damn good.” He slowly slid back inside then repeated the in-out movements. Eventually, her pain eased and even though she at first refused to believe it, his invasion of her body actually started to feel bearable, even good.
He lowered his head between her neck and shoulder while he pumped. His warm, sweet breath tickled her skin. “Fuck,” he hissed, as her inner muscles tightened around the large pole he was prodding her with.
Aria closed her eyes as a feeling of pure bliss overtook her. She screamed in her head again as she came undone beneath him.
“It feels so good when you come all over me,” he whispered in her ear.
Aria came two more times before he finally followed, seeming to swell then cumming with her during her fourth orgasm. Her inner walls continued to constrict as his body jerked several times and he cried out before he collapsed on top of her. She had sometimes wondered how it would feel to have a man on top of her, whether he would be heavy. This guy wasn’t so heavy really and he felt kind of nice with his warm body draped over hers; and he smelled really good, too.
Instead of the disgust that Aria expected to feel she felt…well she didn’t exactly know how she felt. What was clear, she was no longer a virgin and she had to take a moment to think about that. The milestone that she’d been so concerned with for so long, no longer existed. A mixture of emotions flooded through Aria, sadness, hurt, confusion, a small sense of completion. Was this what it felt like to lose your virginity? The need to talk to someone, to understand what she felt, was overwhelming.
Gail was the most experienced, but it was also Gail who had set this up.
Gail had set this up. Had Gail done this as some sort of twisted birthday gift?
It would be just like her to come up with something so ridiculously crazy. Yes, the delivery was a bit dramatic, crazy, and technically nonconsensual but if she had to admit, the experience wasn’t all bad. Hadn’t she told Gail repeatedly that she just wanted to get it over with?
“Shit,” he said, “the condom is leaking.”
It was then that Aria felt warm fluid leaking from between her legs. He shifted his weight and Aria instantly felt the cold air encase her as he rose up, taking his body heat with him. She tensed at the sting as he withdrew himself from her tender opening. The mattress bounced a little as he got up and the next thing Aria heard was his footsteps as he walked away from the bed. She heard a toilet flush and then the sound of running water. After a few minutes, she felt a warm, wet cloth on her sore vagina. She held her breath again because it stung badly.
“Sorry, beautiful, I got you all messy.” His tone was sweet, a bit playful but the abrupt curse that left his lips was so contradictory, Aria actually whimpered with a new sense of fear. “You were a virgin,” he said, his tone softer but there was an edge of angry disbelief to his voice.
Ian stumbled into the room, grabbing onto Sal for support. He glanced over at the offering lying on the bed then back over at the man who was presenting her to him. Sal was about the same height as Ian, only thicker in the shoulders, and he looked like an extra in a gangster flick.
Ian wouldn’t say that they were friends, he didn’t really associate with the guy, but Sal worked for his uncle and now so did Ian. So when one of Sal’s grunts had ushered him away from the party and brought him upstairs, Ian had come along. It was a good thing too because what lay on the bed in front of him was…intriguing.
“How much have you had to drink?” Sal asked.
Ian ignored the fatherly tone and closed his eyes in an attempt to focus. He’d had a good number of drinks but he wasn’t drunk. Hell, he could out-drink everyone he knew so Ian ignored the fact that he was feeling just a bit woozy. “I’m good,” he mumbled distractedly.
Wait, what was I thinking about? Oh yeah, the beauty lying on the bed.
Ian managed to return his thoughts to the matter at hand. She was spread out on the bed and even with a thin white sheet thrown over her, Ian had an idea she was built just the way he liked and he was dying to find out. He could see the outline of her firm breasts; and one shapely leg was uncovered.
She looks incredible—and Sal said she’s all mine for the night, or at least for a minute, he mused.
He wasn’t sure if he would last that long with this one with all the excitement and urgency he felt. Her dark hair was pinned up but some strands had fallen free. Her full lips were tinted with gloss that he knew he wanted to taste and spend hours licking.
He wanted…no, he needed to see her eyes.
“Is the blindfold necessary?” Ian took an unsteady step forward but Sal took hold of his arm, stopping him in his tracks. He knew Sal was speaking but Ian really wasn’t paying attention because all he could think of was getting closer to the beauty that lay on the bed.
Sal tightened his grip on Ian’s arm as he spoke again then waved a foil packet in front of his face. “Have fun Golden Boy,”—Sal finished talking then pushed Ian forward.
He moved toward the bed but glanced over his shoulder and waited until Sal closed the door then he removed his shirt, tee, shoes and socks, and then his jeans as fast as he could. When Ian was naked he kneeled at the end of the bed and reached under the sheet, allowing his hands to hover over her legs before lightly placing them on her ankles.
She’s so soft.
Ian slowly moved his hands up her legs, enjoying the feel of her skin. “You’re very beautiful,” he told her. “What’s your name?” He waited for her response but she said nothing.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She offered him a seductive moan that had his dick throbbing. “Beautiful, but silent,” Ian chuckled. “All right, no names but I would love to see your eyes. I bet they’re as beautiful as the rest of you.”
“Get on with it, Golden Boy,”—Sal opened the door and glanced in briefly.
Ian sighed, annoyed at the interruption but before he could yell, Sal closed the door. What the hell, he thought as he tried to shake the interruption off. It wasn’t hard. This girl, lying on the bed with a thin white sheet barely concealing her delectable body, hadn’t even said a single word and already he felt at her mercy.
“Okay, okay…I get it, mysterious.”
Ian pulled the sheet away, taking a moment to appreciate her body. To him, she was perfection. Her skin looked smooth and had a fresh, almost peachy glow to it. Her breasts were round and a bit more than a handful. Her pussy hair was trimmed and her sex was blushing with color, calling to him.
Ian felt the need to answer.
He spread her legs, positioning them for a better view and was appreciative that she allowed him to take charge. Most of the women he’d been with were out to prove that they could handle him, usually by trying to take control. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like their assertiveness, he didn’t mind a woman being aggressive. But he found that he was partial to the women that let him lead. It was such a turn on for him.
When he touched her pussy he was rewarded with a moan that could weaken a saint. Ian spread her sex open and glided his fingers around her opening, relishing her wetness and the way her body trembled from his attention. Though his better sense reminded him that no matter how delectable-looking she was, she was a whore. But the liquor and his lust won out. He just had to taste her.
So Ian covered her wet pussy with his mouth and took a lick, flicking his tongue over her clit. Her flavor exploded in his mouth. It was indescribable and somehow intoxicatingly different than anything he’d ever experienced. Ian delved in, licking slowly and using his lips and tongue to savor every bit of her, motivated by her mews and moans.
It didn’t take long for his Gift to cum. Her body shook and a loud joyous moan of completion followed. Ian was delighted and floored that she was so responsive he had actually let out a soft laugh.
Feeling oddly more excited by this woman than any other before her, Ian pushed off the bed to get the condom he’d dropped when he undress
ed. Maybe it was the air of mystery. Whatever it was he made quick work of opening and getting the condom on. Then he was where he wanted to be, climbing over the beauty and positioning his cock to take the offering.
She wiggled her delicate body beneath him, again spurring him on.
Ian coated the head of his cock with her juices then eased himself inside her. She was tight, tighter than he’d ever had and it felt amazing. His eyes rolled and his body went stiff when he raised her leg a little higher and felt her walls protest his entry with a vice-like squeeze.
“Damn,” Ian said, through clinched teeth. He had never been so aroused and on edge in his life. “God, you’re so wet, so damn tight. Aren’t you used to men of my size?” She didn’t respond so Ian continued to push forward because the thought that a whore wouldn’t be certified in all sizes was ridiculous. Though, it did seem as though her tight vaginal walls were pushing him out somehow. “I want you so bad…just tell me to stop if I hurt you.” He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he pushed into her until his sack pressed against her ass.
She moaned, and the sound was music to Ian’s ears. When she raised her hands and gently placed them around his shoulders, he kissed her shoulders one at a time and asked her if she was alright. She sighed, but still didn’t speak.
God he wished she would say something…anything. He wanted to hear her voice but he didn’t let her silence discourage him. Ian kissed her parted lips, shivered from their softness, and then started to move in and out of heaven’s gates.
So damn responsive, he thought. Ian felt each time she came and when he couldn’t hold back anymore—and he’d tried—he let out a hoarse cry that surprised him then collapsed on top of her. After a brief moment to recover he felt an abnormal amount of wetness on his sack. Alarmed, he pushed up and pulled out of her making sure to secure the top of the condom. He could see his semen dripping slowly from the tip of the condom.
“Shit, the condom is leaking!”
Ian looked to the floor, found his briefs, then rushed to the bathroom and flushed the condom. He washed his hands then wet a cloth, went back into the bedroom, sat on the bed beside her, and began to gently wipe her clean. He’d never thought to clean a woman before but as he cleaned the mysterious beauty he felt an irrational need to take care of her.
“Sorry, beautiful, I got you all messy.” Ian continued to wipe and was thinking about asking her to remove the blindfold and talk to him when he noticed a red stain on the cloth. He frowned as he opened the cloth and inspected it. “Shit,” he said, his temper flaring when he looked back to her swollen pussy, “you were a virgin.”
The door suddenly squeaked open.
“How was she?”
It was Mr. Husky again. He must be running the show. Aria’s hopes that the situation had changed for the better began to fade. Oh no, not him again. Where’s Gail? She thought desperately. She should be back by now. A light disturbance of air washed over Aria before she felt something like a sheet cover her again.
“She’s perfect, a rare flower. Where did you find her?”
“Your uncle wanted his Golden Boy to have the best,” Mr. Husky said.
“That bullshit condom you gave me didn’t provide much protection for her, though,” Golden Boy said. “So is she new?”
“Elle’s girls have excellent health benefits. Don’t stress over it.”
“Help me,” Aria moaned. “Please.” Her words still sounded too quiet to her ears, but at least she heard them outside of her head this time and maybe he had too. “Help me, please,” she begged.
“What did she say?” Golden Boy asked.
Aria tried lifting her arm. It was still like moving cooked noodles but she managed to get her shoulder moving, so her body rolled, leaving her arm over the edge of the bed. She could barely lift it, but slowly did as she reached out and asked for help again.
“Nothing,” Mr. Husky said.
Someone brushed by her arm, then pushed her over and once again she was flat on her back. Aria’s pleas were becoming frantic and louder as she slowly found her voice.
“Go clean up and get back to the party. She’s just a little tipsy.”
Aria felt a hand take hold of hers, then suddenly release it.
“Move, Sal, let me check her.”
Mr. Husky now had a name, Sal.
“I’ll take care of her.” Sal rasped.
Golden Boy wanted to help her. He wants to help me! The relief she felt had her teeming with hope again instead of the fear that Mr. Husky’s return had inspired.
“Please.” Her cry was barely a whisper. Aria’s felt hopeful when she heard the sounds of items being moved around but when she felt a sharp pinch on her arm like before, those hopes faded along with her ability to think straight. She felt another pull on her arm just as a cool sensation flowed under her skin.
“What did you just give her? What the hell was that, Sal?” Golden Boy yelled.
Sal laughed. “Calm down, kid. She’s just a whore.”
Aria listened as her rapist, Golden Boy, argued with Sal and tried to explain that she wasn’t a professional. That he was sure she had been a virgin. But Sal told Golden Boy he was mistaken and that she was indeed one of Elle’s girls, and that he would handle it from here. She felt another slither of hope when Golden Boy continued to insist that she needed help and that he was her first lover.
Golden Boy was saying something else that Aria couldn’t understand and then the small security provided by the sheet evaporated when it was suddenly yanked off.
“Blood? Shit!” Sal cursed. “Frank, George, get in here!” Heavy footsteps thundered into the room.
“You didn’t know she was a virgin?” Golden Boy sounded angry, and the more Aria moaned, the angrier he sounded. “She needs help! What’s going on?”
“Get him out of here!” Sal yelled.
It dawned on Aria that she could be in grave danger when Sal wasn’t swayed by anything Golden Boy—with a tone of authority—had said. A scuffle must have broken out because she heard sounds like furniture being tossed around, and she felt hard vibrations as the bed was bumped repeatedly. But even with whatever was going on in the room, someone was whispering in her ear.
“You’re ours now, you little crotch tease, and we’re not going to be as gentle with you as the kid was.”
Aria knew it was Sal that taunted her. She had to fight the bile that rose when she felt his stale breath on her cheek.
“She needs help, Sal!” Golden Boy was screaming, but his words now sounded strained.
Sal impatiently blew out a loud breath before he moved away from her. “Calm down, kid, or I will be forced to calm you down,” Sal threatened. His words had the opposite effect on her Golden Boy rapist. She knew because the struggle in the room started up again.
“What the fuck did you just inject me with you…asshole?” Golden Boy’s voice sounded different.
The struggling sounds died out. Aria knew something was wrong because Golden Boy’s words sounded wrong–they had become slurred. Through the muted voices in the room Aria heard one of the men call out, saying that he had Golden Boy’s shirt, then she heard the door open and close.
Between the effects of the drugs and trying to hear what was going on, Aria barely noticed that someone was mounting her until she felt her legs being parted and a warm weight pressed her middle down into the bed as she was roughly penetrated. She roared inside with anger and disgust, but she could do nothing to stop the assault on her already raw flesh.
“No, please no,” she sobbed to herself over and over again. How was this happening? She had been a good person and always treated everyone nicely. It was all too much for her young mind to comprehend.
Gail couldn’t possibly have planned this.
All the sounds around Aria faded away. Everything around her faded away as her mind slowly retreated from the sordid reality of her rape. This guy was fat, rough, and smelled of cigarettes. Aria stopped screaming inside her head. Her b
ody had disconnected and mind had numbly accepted that this nightmare was just beginning.
After what felt like forever, it took Aria several minutes to realize that she was alone in the room. She whimpered and cried as she lay splayed out on the bed like a sacrifice, exhausted and so sore she was numb in places. Those animals had brutalized her. They’d bitten her nipples, smacked her around, and found their release on just about every part of her body, but strangely they’d avoided ejaculating inside of her. One of the bastards had even choked and spit on her because she’d thrown up on him.
They’d tied her to the bed after wiping her down. After hearing the distant music from the downstairs party for what seemed like forever, Aria couldn’t fight her exhaustion any longer. She passed out.
When Sal opened the door and asked Ian how he’d liked his Gift, Ian said something about her being perfect but he was speaking on auto pilot. He just wanted to know where they’d found her. It was obvious that this was her first time and to him, that fact opened up possibilities. Ian spread the sheet back over her body. He didn’t want Sal looking at her from this point on.
“Your uncle wanted his Golden Boy to have the best.”
Ian hated that Golden Boy shit but he was high on life right now, and to be honest he would admit that he was a little drunk. “That bullshit condom you gave me didn’t provide much protection for her, though.” He paused then asked, “So is she new?”
Sal said something about Elle’s girls but Ian wasn’t paying attention. His eyes and attention were on the mystery beauty on the bed. She was moving her luscious lips but she wasn’t saying anything.
“Help me. Please.”
What? Ian frowned, tilted his head, then moved closer to the bed.
“Help me, please.”
“What did she say?” Ian moved closer.
The girl lifted her arm slowly, way too slow, then she rolled over toward him—her arm hanging off the bed at an odd angle. “Help me.” She whispered a third time.