Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Good Girl Gone Wrong Ch 08

Beth didn't yet know that meant he was getting closer to cumming. She just endured the increased pleasure as

the stroke pounded harder and faster inside her. "Nhhh... Please," She gasped finally, "It'sss too much..." She

knew he wouldn't care, but her whole body was hyper stimulated now, and all she wanted was srelief. A few

minutes ago all the pain he inflicted on her felt like pleasure, but now it was coming full circle and all the

pleasure she was experiencing was starting to feel like pain.

"You cum on my dick and you think the ride is over, slut?" he asked sarcastically. "The ride is over when I fill your

tight teen pussy with my cum." Beth didn't think that tonight could get any worse, but those words chilled her to

the core. "Cumm... Inside me?" she asked, having trouble comprehending those words. "No, you can't do that to

me. I'm not on anything. You have to pull out--"

"I don't have to do anything slut," her rapist said, suddenly squeezing her throat to shut her up as his dick sped

up to short quick strokes while he gasped and panted. "You gave up the right to tell any man no the second you

started sucking dick for cash. You're just a whore now, and tonight you're my whore. My whore. My pussy. My

tight little cum dump." While he ranted fucked her franticly, but his grip never slackened, and by the the

bottomed out against her cervix and started to paint her womb white with his cum, her vision was fading to

black while she gasped for breath. In this detached semi-conscious state, she observed the feelings of his dick

pulsing inside her in an almost clinical way. She felt him throb, then the warmth of his cum filling her up, and

then after a short delay she felt the pleasure echo through her body. This process repeated itself several times

before he finally let go of her body and let her slump to the floor, a quivering trembling mess.

Beth lay there in her not quite orgasmic state as she gulped down air and tried to catch her breath. She was

grateful to be alive after what she thought was going to be the end for her, but that joy quickly bled away from

her while she lay on the cold floor feeling his cum start to ooze from her abused vagina. "God you've got a tight

pussy, slut," her rapist reflected as he leaned against the sink and wet a handkerchief so he could clean the

whore off his dick. "I thought | was just going to teach you a lesson, but | think maybe we should make this a

regular thing. What do you say slut. | could bring you over to my house..."

He kept talking, but she couldn't hear him over the sound of her heart breaking as the blood pounded in her

ears. This was the lowest point of her whole life, she reflected coldly, and she couldn't imagine that she'd ever

find herself lower than this. She should probably just kill herself now, she thought, eying the knife on the ground,

less than a foot from her face. It would be so much easier than trying to live with this, she thought. He just

wouldn't stop talking though, not that she cared; he was talking at her, not to her so he didn't even really expect

a response. Finally, her rapist nudged her with his foot. "Con slut, you're coming hwithfor round

two. Maybe if you do a good job, I'll drop you off with mommy and daddy when I'm done stretching out your

holes."

Kicking her like that merely annoyed her, but his words terrified her. He wanted to do this all over again? Raping

her once hadn't been enough for him? Beth continued to lay there looking catatonic for all the world, but she

was starting to hyperventilate as panic gripped her.

"You hearslut? Get the fuck up. We're leaving now," he said again. This twhen she didn't move, he

reached down and grabbed her by her left arm and started to pull her to her feet. "You keep fightingcunt,

and we're going to have a problem," he growled.

After that Beth wasn't entirely sure what happened or why. Sinner strength she hadn't known she had

picked up the knife in her right hand as he focused on picking her up by her left. He pulled her to him, and she

slumped against him. "What the fuck," he swore suddenly pushing her away from him, with a large red stain

suddenly spreading out from a hole that had appeared on the left-hand side of his shirt. She didn't remember

stabbing him, but suddenly he was bleeding as he staggered back and there was a bloody knife in her hand.

"You cutbitch," he said, an air of hysteria creeping into his voice. He stepped towards her ready to grab the

knife or punch her, but she suddenly raised it up and something about her stance and her dead eyes made him

reconsider that action and he took a step back instead. "You're crazy bitch. I'm a fucking cop." he yelled at her as

she took a step back.

Cut was probably an understatement, Beth thought as she looked at his soaked through shirt. The hole was too

small for that. He'd been stabbed. No, he hadn't been stabbed, she corrected. She stabbed him. She penetrated

him the sway that he'd penetrated her ten minutes earlier. She wondered bitterly which of them had

enjoyed the experience more.

"Cunt, I'm fucking bleeding out here - you have to call an ambulance." he said finally. His voice sounded

desperate, and even though his body language fell for it, she reached down for her bag to call 911. That was

when he pounced. She didn't see it coming, and there was no chance that she would have been able to fight her

rapist off again, but his leg gave out and instead of tackling her, he fell on the ground just short of his goal.

"Ahhh," Beth screamed, falling backwards into the door which opened, spilling her out into the parking lot behind

the building with her purse in one hand and his knife in the other. Her rapist struggled to rise to his feet, and

when he couldn't, he started to crawl towards the door. Beth was faster though. She hopped up, slammed the

door and while she was leaning against it, she pulled her pants up and her bra down. Her rapist started to rattle

the door then, but he lacked the strength to push it open with her body wedged against it from the outside.

She was trying to decide whether or not she should call 911 and get him an ambulance when the man that

assaulted her made the decision. "Bitch, when | get out of here, you're going to fucking prison. Attempted

murder of a police officer?" He yelled out in obvious pain. "You know what the guards are going to do to you

every single fucking night? You should have gone hwithwhen you had the chance."

"You raped me," she yelled back, surprised to find she was crying again just because of those three words.

"No one will believe that." he taunted back, "A young whore like you, sucking off strangers for cash? Who do you

think they're going to listen to?" Beth didn't answer. He was right. No one would believe her. The bastard would

get away with it. She wanted to just curl up there by the door and sob until someone found her, but instead she

started running. She ran hard and fast back towards hand was out of the parking lot before he managed to

get the door open. When she was halfway there, she realized she was still running with a bloody knife and tossed

it into an empty lot as she passed.

There was no one hwhen she got there, which was good, because she looked like the heroine of a horror

movie. She had blood on her face, hands, and clothes. She looked like she'd murdered someone, which in a way

might be true. She didn't let herself worry about that just now though. Instead, she stripped and took a shower

as hot as she could tolerate. Only once she was under that steamy cascade did she let the floodgates open so

that her tears could flow, and her emotions could overwhelm her. She wasn't sad or upset. She was distraught.

She was inconsolable as she thought about everything that had happened to her today. The way she'd been

threatened at knifepoint, molested, raped, forced to orgasm, filled with a strangers cum, and ultimately how

she'd been forced to stab someone to get away. She couldn't even say which one bothered her most.

She should feel the worst about hurting someone so badly of course, but when Beth looked for guilt about that

she found only anger and blank spots in her memory. When it cto thoughts about her rape the feelings were

more complicated, but they were dominated by fear and pain. When she thought about the orgasm though, all

she could feel when she thought about that moment was guilt and shame. To think that someone so awful could

make her feel so good. It made her want to vomit. She didn't though; she just sat there on the shower floor

letting the water wash away her sins until the steam disappeared and the shower got cold. Only then did she get

out and dry off.

Beth walked back to her room wearing only a towel, carrying back her bloody clothes when she almost walked

into her stepfather. He was in uniform, so he probably stopped by for lunch on an overnight. "Christ" she

screamed, jumping back, "You scared me, Rick."

"| can see that," he said, his eyes lingering on her barely covered form a moment longer than was proper for a

father figure. "What's got you hso late," he asked finally, his eyes reaching hers and maintaining eye

contact. "Hot date?" "Nothing that interesting Rick." Beth lied smoothly, "I just got back from a jog, and I'm going

to finish my homework and go to bed." Rick was an imposing figure, and as a deputy sheriff she knew exactly

why her mother had fallen for him. She said that he made her feel safe, but the only emotion he ever made Beth

feel was nervous.

"Alright," he nodded, his lips pursed. "Well make sure you don't leave your window open tonight. | got a case

tonight not 5 miles from here, and there might be a crazy person out there." "Here," Beth asked, suddenly aware

that he was talking about the man she'd stabbed. "In Summerville? That's... that's..."

"I know. | felt the sway." He said as he started to walk past her. Just stay indoors tonight and maybe stop

jogging at night until | figure out what the hell is going on around here."

Beth swallowed hard, before managing to croak out a "Definitely." Then she heard him walk downstairs, and she

walked to her room. It wasn't until she got there that she realized that she was holding the bloody clothes she'd

worn tonight during that whole conversation where he could see them. Beth panicked and threw them away

deep in the neighbor's trash can as soon as he left, but the damage was done, and she spent half the night

laying there wondering if she was going to go to jail.