Unspoken Pleasure

"Go on slut," he said, letting his left hand wander down her body, across her tiny tits and dangerously near her pussy. "Fight me. Expose me." The moment lingered and then just as suddenly as he had started, he let her go. "Exactly. Fighting isn't really your thing, which is unfortunate because I love a good fight, but you're only capable of struggling in private." Violet blushed hard, not just because of how right he was, but because of how wet his actions had made her. Her panties were probably already visibly damp, and she was more afraid of people finding out than of what he might do to her.

"You've made your fucking point," she spat at him, "You can do whatever you want to me whenever you want to, so just tell me what you want already so I can go home and start my essay."

"My poor little Violet," James said, sardonically, "I've taken pity on you, and I've come to offer you a chance at redemption. I've decided that if you want to, we can play a little game, and if you win I'll destroy my copy of the tape and never talk to you again. Would you like that? To be a free woman instead of my own personal slut?"

Violet swallowed hard, looking for the trick. "A game, huh? And what do you get if I lose?"

"Why," he answered matter of factly, "then you have to go on a date with me. A consensual date of course. Dinner and movie. The whole deal. You have to do it of your own volition and try to have a good time. Heads or tails - you win either way, what do you say?"

"I say it sounds too good to be true," she answered suspiciously.

"Awww," he cried dramatically, mocking her, "What happened to the cute trusting Violet I used to know? It seems like only a week ago you were so sweet and kind you'd let strangers bring you home. I miss her."

"If you liked her, then you shouldn't have ruined her," Violet countered, anger creeping into her voice. "I'm not giving you an answer until you tell me what the game is, so if you're going to be difficult, I can just go home."

"That's right. You can go home, and tomorrow, or the night after or maybe sometime next week I'll show up and do whatever I want to you, and I'll claim your soul and your cunt one terrible orgasm at a time and we both know there's nothing you can do to stop me..." James said, pausing for dramatic effect, "Or you can be polite and use the magic fucking word."

The way that he could flip back and forth between kind and monstrous was something Violet had no idea how to handle, but every time he did it, it made her think he was a true sociopath. A person with actual feelings just couldn't do that, could they? Violet opened her mouth ready to tell him off, and then closed it. If he was going to offer any possible way out of his sick blackmail fantasies, it had to be worth a shot, right? Finally she answered. "Please tell me about the game you're proposing."

James smiled. "It's simple, slut, we're going to go to a business a friend of mine has, and we're going to play a little game. If you can pick the dick that took your cherry, then you win, but if you pick either of the other two guys, then you lose? Simple right? I mean, a first fuck is special in the life of any woman, even a fucked up slut like you. Surely you can remember all the details of such an important night, right? There's no way that a woman as respectable and smart as you would get blackout drunk before she spread her legs for the first time."

"I didn't get drunk and you know it," she spat back defensively. So that was his game. He never wanted to let her go, he was just rubbing it in that she couldn't remember anything. Well the joke was on him. She had met Thomas already this week, and she'd never forget that face as long as she lived. "I'll play your stupid game, but if I win I want to make sure that neither you or that creep even so much as looks at me ever again."

"Fair enough," James said, holding out his hand and shaking on it before he started walking, "Now come along, we've got to meet the other players in half an hour."

"What," Violet asked, hurrying to catch up with him. "Right now? You already arranged it? How did you even know I'd say yes?"

James laughed, "Oh Violet, there's precious little about you I don't know."

She stewed on that as they walked, continuing on in sullen silence. They left the park heading away from campus, and as they went the neighborhood got more run down, and the businesses seedier, and the graffiti more plentiful. Finally, a couple miles from her dorm, James came to a stop in front of a rundown adult bookstore.

"This? This is the place?" Violet protested as he opened the door and led her inside, flipping the sign from open to closed as he went. Inside it was even worse. Cheap DVDs and cheaper sex toys stocked the shelves and the old balding guy that was behind the counter leered at them as they walked in.

"Hey Dimitri," James said, "Toss me the keys and I'll lock up." He did, and all the while Violet's horror increased. The strange stains on the floor... the weird booths in the back. She never wanted to end up in a place that was half so sleazy, but here she was.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Violet said nervously, "Maybe we should call this off..."noveldrama

"Good thing it doesn't really matter what you think Violet," James said smiling, "You can play the game or I can just bend you over that counter and fuck you after I bruise your ass for being such a stupid little slut. Either way, going home isn't an option."

"You don't own me," Violet started, "You can't just..."

"Don't fucking start with me cunt. I know you've watched the copy I gave you. Probably dozens of times by now because deep down with both know you're a natural born rape slut. I have enough on you to make sure that you have to move AND change your name." James threatened, before softening as the tears started to well in her eyes as his words once again found their mark, Look - you said you wanted to play, and we're going to play. You've got a one in three chance, so maybe you'll even succeed, even though we both know you don't remember anything about that night."