Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 10

And explode was the right word. As both of the awful men using her slammed against her holes and got their

rhythm in sync, it took things from bad to worse. Thomas bounced off her throat even as Dimitri slammed

against her pert ass in pounding, insistent strokes that left no doubt how strong he was for an old guy. And the

groans and grunts they were making left no doubt that they were getting close to blowing their load too. At least

no one is cumming inside my pussy this time, she thought idly. It was her last coherent thought before the

ticking tbomb inside her exploded. When it detonated she was suffused in pleasure that was so intense it

felt like pain. She couldn't tell the difference between them anymore. Violet's consciousness would eventually

recover from the blast, but for her dignity and self respect they were probably fatal blows. She was never going

to be the bright idealistic young lawyer she had always wanted to be; she didn't deserve it. She wasn't a real

person now. She was a whore. Just a fucktoy for any man strong enough to hold her down long enough to force

himself inside.

These were the thoughts that greeted her as she slowly returned to consciousness. They were horrible, but not

quite as horrible as the feeling and the taste of Thomas as he suddenly stopped thrusting and started spurting in

her pretty little mouth. She didn't want to swallow, in fact Violet would have rather drown in it than swallow the

cum of this man, but survival instincts are hard to override, and she was forced to swallow shot after

neverending shot in order to keep breathing. "That's right cunt," he growled, "Get used to that taste, because as

soon as James gets tired of breaking you, he's going to give you toand we're going to have sreal fun

then."

Violet's mind recoiled in horror, not just at the idea that she could ever belong to a loser like Thomas, but that

James could trade her away to someone else like a used car or a cellphone. None of that helped to distract her

from the terrible feeling of Dimitri's cock as it start to jerk and spurt in her poor abused ass, "U tya sho zhopa

sho rozha: vse prigozhe," he said in completely unintelligible Russian as he drained his balls into her guts. The

thought was vile, but not quite as vile as Thomas. After they were done they both pulled out, leaving her

dripping on the counter.

"You want to go again with her?" Thomas asked.

"Nyet." Dimitri responded as he lit up a cigarette, waving Thomas away. "Cumming in whore twice in one day is

young man's game. You want to though, knock yourself out. | have store to open again in twenty minutes. You

have fun or cut her free, either way, all the tyou have."

While they talked, Violet lay limp on the counter, drooling from both holes while the vibe buzzed away inside of

her. They hadn't even thought to turn it off, and she couldn't do anything about it in this position. She'd tried to

squeeze it out, but the tightness had just made it worse. All she could do was hope that they let her free before

she call over again. That was when Thomas cback, to taunt her again. "Well cunt, what do you say," he

asked as he smeared his flaccid cock across her cheek."You want to go one more round?"

Violet stared daggers at him, but otherwise gave no response, and after a brief staring contest he smiled and

said, "Nah, I'm just fucking with you. | got places to be bitch, and you already got my rocks off once. Thanks for

that by the way." Then he reached around her back with a knife and cut the zip tie off of her, freeing her hands

which had gone almost completely numb from the loss of circulation. She slowly brought her hands down in front

of her face, flexing them and stretching them until they worked well enough to remove the gag. By the ther

mouth was free, Thomas was already walking out of the door so she couldn't tell him to fuck off; instead she slid

off the counter, pulled the toy out of her poor abused cunt so she could spare herself the shof cumming

twice in one day in a place so awful, and then picked up her panties and started to put them on. "Do you have a

bathroom I can use?" Violet turned to Dimitri, asking him in a polite but tired voice.

He nodded, pointing to the door to the backroom with his cigarette. "You go get cleaned up, and I call you taxi. It

unsafe for girl like you to walk hfrom here."

"No thank you" Violet said as she walked back, "I can't afford it, and at this point | don't really care what happens

to me." She left the room before he could respond and she found the toilet. She'd meant to wash her face, rinse

her mouth out and then get the fuck out, but instead after she'd gotten halfway clean she made the mistake of

looking in the mirror and then she'd spent the next five minutes crying about the most recent terrible thing in a

long line of terrible thing's that had happened to her. Everytshe felt like she'd hit rock bottom this week

she'd just fallen right through the floor and kept going. It was enough to break her heart, if she still had one.

When she cback out Dimitri spoke to her. "Taxi out front, you no worry, | pay. Is cousin Sergi, he get you

hsafe. | promise."

Violet was taken aback for a moment by the show of kindness from a stranger. From a stranger that had just

raped her she corrected herself. "Thank you," she started, "But this doesn't make up for..."

"You be careful. Playing games with people like James very dangerous. You seem like good girl. Maybe find boys

your own, put this behind you, da?"

"O-okay," Violet said, his words raising whole new concerns as she walked towards the front door. "Thank you."

Was it possible that he thought this was all ssort of elaborate roleplay? That it was just a gand she was

in on it in skind of kinky way? Had James done this before, with other girls? These thoughts consumed her

as she stepped into the taxi.

The driver, Sergi, didn't talk to her. For all she knew he didn't speak english. He just looked at her in the rearview

mirror and then started driving to the University, where he dropped her off not so far from her dorm. She started

making the walk back from there, already exhausted by what had happened to her today, and already dreading

what might happen to her on her date tomorrow night.