Road Trip!

Ali watched him walk towards her and she had to force herself to stay in the chair. She tried to look calm and serene and not the edge with butterflies in her stomach. She took the dress and stared at it. It was simple. Ali nodded and stood up going into the bathroom. She put on the dress that was a little snug around her breasts and trailed a bit as she walked. It clung to every curve and she would have liked it if it didn't mark the beginning of a series of events she didn't want to be forced into.

Ali emerged from the bedroom and saw his eyes rove over her. He turned and she followed down the stairs to where Whitney was. He opened the door and Ali hiked up her skirts and went to her. "Whitney!" The girls embraced hugging eachother hard.

"What's going on? What are you wearing?"

"Are you okay?" Ali realized they were asking each other questions at the same time and she wasn't sure if Adam had her on a time limit. "I'm fine. It's ... so he won't touch you. I'll get us out of his Whitney I swear."

Whitney began crying. "It's all my fault. You said to be careful and I wasn't. I'm so sorry. You don't have to ... to .. I'll do it. It's my fault."

Ali hugged her close and stared at the tray that hadn't been touched with food. "Eat Whitney. Don't worry about it. I always get us out of trouble and I'm not going to stop now. Eat. Save your strength. I'll need it when we escape. I love you."

Whitney hugged her bestfriend tighter vowing to eat. "I love you too and I'm so sorry. So sorry." Whitney continued crying and Ali hugged and rocked her glad that Whitney was okay.
 
He watched how the dress fit Ali, it was perfect as it clung to her body, displaying all of its shape for him. He lead her to Whitney's room, and she was very happy to see her friend, Whitney was happy too.

He let them talk standing from the door, he knew she was plotting to escape, it would be unlikely of her to thnk otherwise, but soon he would see how much her promises meant to her... her promises to him at least.

"That's enough for now. Come with me."

He wouldn't offer more time with Whitney in front of her, it was all about Ali, Whitney and Ali's love for her were just negotiation tools, something to hold over her head.
 
Ali jumped at his words. It was too quick. Nearly not enough time. Ali started to rise, but Whitney hugged her closer and started crying. Ali pulled her from her shoulders. She knew Whitney was her sister. Her father confessed and Whitney's mother did as well when Ali confronted her about it. Ali kept the secret loving Whitney too much for her to feel the betrayal of her mother. Whitney would protect her forever. She had made that vow when she found out then and she was making it now.

"I have to go. I'll be back real soon. Eat. Stay strong."

Ali was able to pull herself completely from the sobbing girl and turned to Adam. Ali hesitated thinking of any way she or they could overpower them, but Whitney was a mess and would just hinder a fight than help and Ali's dress was too tight for her to move. She could rip it, but that would take too much time and he would know what she was up to before she got the chance. Ali took the 3 hardest steps she had ever taken in her life towards the man who held her only sibling and herself captive.
 
He took Ali by the shoulder as she came out of the room, and locked up Whitney.

"If you keep your promises, you'll keep being able to see her."

Adam didn't lead her to her room, he took a different path and guided her to what appeared to be a master bedroom, it had a big bed with satin sheets and a small table with two chairs, the electric light faded a candlelit enviroment.

As they went in he locked the door. "I trust the lock won't be necessary" he stated as a passing comment

"do you like your dress and this room Ali?"
 
Ali turned towards the stairs only to be led in a different direction. She was curious until it became apparent where they were headed. She gulped feeling like every step was a punch in the gut. Her mouth was dry and she was feeling very hot like she was about to faint. She had to stay strong. For Whitney. Ali looked at the scene and she wanted to throw up. It was romantic in a sense, but everything was just so wrong. They weren't on a date and he wasn't some hot guy she had been creaming her panties for. He was a kidnapper and a rapist. She had to get them out of this situation.

Ali turned hearing the lock click and she felt a wave of nauseous pass over her. She shook her head vigorously as she tried to swallow the nauseous down. "No, of course not." Ali turned in a slow circle as she examined the room, anything to not think of what was going to happen in this room.

"May I get something to drink," Ali said at the same time he asked his question. She smiled trying to lighten the mood and maybe get his mind off of sex. "Yes, thank you. The dress is beautiful. The room is lovely too. Is this my new room? Will you be staying upstairs?" Ali hoped that both of her questions would be answered with a simple 'yes.'
 
"Yes" he answered to the first question and got a cup and wine, after pouring it, he handed it to her.

He pondered her other questions for a few seconds, even though he already knew the answer, he was considering what it said about her that she kept requesting more and more.

"Maybe, I won't be staying in the same room as you if that is what you are afraid of, as far as if this is your new room... it's up to you and how well you behave, I have given you alot of credit in your promises, it would be a shame if you start misbehaving again... because you are not the only one that will suffer because of that."

He reached and caressed her cheek softly with his palm.
 
Ali took the liquor and sniffed it. She wasn't going to drink it in case it was drugged. He had done it to them before and she didn't feel like being roofied. If he took a sip maybe, but not before. Ali nodded. This was his little harem just for her. Bigger, better bed, more comfortable to fuck in. Ali was looking down at the cup and she wanted to put it down, but didn't want to offend him. His words about only she wouldn't suffer brought her head up and she remembered her sister her bestfriend in the room down the hall.

Down the hall! Ali had a plan. She would fuck him. He'll fall asleep. She'll get the key and escape. Easiest plan ever and wasn't it a saying that the easy plans were the best ones. Ali smiled and put the cup down on a nearby dresser. "I don't want to see Whitney hurt or scarred for life. She walked over to the bed and sat down.

"How do you want me, Adam?" Please be fucking quick and go to sleep. I might smother you while I'm at it. Or will that take too long? I'll figure it out. Just be quick you fucking asshole. Her smile stayed transfixed on her face as she waited for him to approach her.
 
He didn't care if she didn't drink, it was her issue, and it helped to remind him that she didn't trust him, and that she hadn't given up, that was good, it was the reason that he had chosen her.

"How do you want me, Adam?"

"Lay down" he instructed, and moved towards her as he started to get rid of his clothes, she only had the dress, perhaps underwear, he didn't care, she would be naked for him soon.

"Take off your dress" he said as he was down to his underwear, wondering if she would attempt another escape now that he was so close.
 
Ali laid down on the bed. She spread her dress out around her with her heart pounding. She watched him pull of clothes, but it was too quick. Everytime she thought she would get an opening he was glaring at her and the clothes were on the ground. She didn't have time not even when he took off his shirt. It was almost as though it disappeared off his body. She gulped. She was sure she would have had an opening, but it passed her bye.

Ali nodded when he wanted her naked. She pulled down the straps and the dress was under her. She wiggled and the dress was her feet. She was wearing a red bra and black boy cut panties. Maybe if she was really good she wouldn't have to have sex with him, though if he was already sated and tired she might have an easier chance of taking him down. Ali knew that her best chance was right after he had sex with her. She hated that, but waited. She would get another opening. She knew it and this time there will be no hesitation.
 
He had noticed her staring intently when he was getting undressed, but he wasn't fooled into thinking she was staring at his body, it was clear that she was studying him, as he did to her.

Once her dress was on the floor he moved to her, he placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss, not biting her this time. As he kissed his hand wrapped around her slender neck, not to feel her skin, but to get more control of her. His other hand caressed her over her breasts starting to slowly explore her body.

He pushed his body against her, they were both still in there underwear but he could feel her skin, and through his underwear she could feel the hardness she caused in him.
 
Ali wasn't sure what to expect. He came to her and kissed her and his tongue exploded into her mouth catching her by surprise. She felt his hand caressed her neck and she stretched her neck unconsciously as he wrapped it around. His hand flowed over her body and she started to shake in nervousness and a bit of fright. This was truly going to happen. He was going to take her on this bed, in this house, even if it was against her will. She just had to keep thinking of Whitney.

Adam pushed back and Ali went down onto the bed. His weight kept her pinned and she realized that he would have to be weakened for her to get the upper hand. He was too strong for her to try anything sudden. She gasped feeling him between her legs. He was so big, so long. She broke the kiss and looked between him. He was larger than she had before and now she was scared for a whole new reason. What if she couldn't take all of him? Would it hurt? She wasn't a virgin technically, sex once, about a year ago would make her extremely tight, but would he rip her?
 
He noticed her eyes looking at her manhood, and before that he felt the shivers, he could almost believe her virgin story. He kissed her again and moved the clothes out of the way, she was underneath him so he could use both of his hands.

He removed her bra and her panties, as well as boxers releasing his hard cock. When he did, his hips moved closer, and he put his cock at the entrance of her pussy, wondering if she would start to resist now that he was so close.

"Is it true that you are a virgin Ali?" he asked one last time before pushing himself against her, pressing his cock on her tight pussy slowly making it's way in. Out of instinct his hand went back to her neck.
 
Ali tried to regain her composure as her panties and bra were pulled off her body. She couldn't help looking at his cock and it was just as she feared. He was huge. Much bigger than her first experience by far. She gulped as she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. She was ashamed to feel her pussy moisten in anticipation though it was all physical. If she didn't get wet than he would hurt her it had nothing to do with her being in a sexual state or wanting this. That's what she kept telling herself. If this was any other situation she would be bragging to Whitney about how big he was.

Whitney! That brought everything crashing back and Ali's heart did a stutter stop. Ali looked at Adam as he asked his question while pushing inside her. She wasn't sure if he meant for her to answer which was fine as she could barely speak. He was so big and she felt her eyes roll back as he thrust further and further into her channel. He was big, too big, and she when he pulled out she felt relief before he was stroking back inside. She knew she was tight and she spread her legs further to widen herself and alleviate the pain. "Oh gawd," she muttered feeling his hand at her throat something primal was snapping in her brain and she refused to recognize it. She just had to wait for him to finish, knock him out, get Whitney, and run! Stick to the plan.
 
He felt a slight wetness from her and wished he knew exactly what caused it, he would have to keep studying her to figure that out, that wouldn't be a problem, it wasn't going to be the only time he would fuck her.

As she spread her legs, he pushed harder as it allowed him to move deeper, slowly as he moved in and out hard but slow, making it further into her in each thrust, whenever he went in, unconsciously his hand squeezed her neck harder, as if she could get away as he was taking her. It wasn't hard enough to prevent her from breathing, but hard enough so that she could feel the pressure.

The more it went on, the more his cock went inside her, the more soft moans started to escape from his mouth, and slowly he started to pick up speed, pushing harder until his cock was completely inside her.
 
Ali couldn't stop her hips from rocking against him. He was hitting her G-Spot and she didn't think anyone could. Her G-Spot was so deep inside her and he was so thick and long that she could feel his cock pressing and rubbing against it over and over. It didn't help with his hand wrapped around her throat putting pressing on her. Her hand wrapped around his arm, more to steady herself than to pull him off her.

Come on Alicia, girl. You're the strong one. Do this for Whitney. Just let him finish and you can escape. Oh gawd, yes, right there. Harder, oh shit, hit it right there. This is the best. ... NO! Ali kept in her head talking to herself glad no one could hear her speaking to herself.
 
Adam could feel her hips starting to move against him and he smiled evilly maybe not her whole self, but her body was enjoying this. Her hand on his arm helping her keep in place only pushed his suspicion further.

He could see some struggle in her, sadly he couldn't read her mind, still he pumped harder, moving his cock faster and deeper into her, loving all of her tight pussy. He kept moaning and just kept pounding her.

Everything else had vanished for him, how she got her there, her friend/sister down the hall, he was just in the moment enjoying the one he chose to serve him as he pounded into her pussy.

A louder moan escaped "Oh, Ali, feel my cock" he wasn't near his orgasm yet, and perhaps she didn't but he knew he wouldn't stop until she came for him.
 
He was going faster, harder, his cries making her even wetter. He was enjoying her body and fuck if she didn't feel something. Ali tried to get into her own head and think about the plan of killing him or escaping him; something like that. It wasn't helping. His cries got louder, his thrusts harder, and her pussy was quivering from the attention. It felt so fucking good.

Ali tried to pull his arm off from around her throat, but it didn't budge. So she couldn't make a surprise escape if she wanted too. With that thought it seemed her body went on fire. Her mouth opened wide as she gasped in air as her body finally succumbed to the pleasure that was his cock. His words spurned her on, but she squeezed her eyes tight and shook her head no. She was not here. She was not going cum. She was not feeling this. He just needed to hurry and she could escape.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, between the valley of her breasts as she fought against the delicious feelings in her body. She squeezed her legs tightly only causing more friction in her pussy. She quickly changed the position and opened her legs as wide as they could go only causing him to sink deeper and hit her spot even harder; bottoming out. Ali screamed in frustration and tried to fight him off. She couldn't do this. It felt way too fucking good and she couldn't live with herself if she allowed her to feel pleasure from this.
 
When she tried to pull his arm off her neck again, he figured she was getting desperate, probably because she couldn't come to terms with her body enjoying him

He kept feeling her, never slowing down, he felt her squeeze him more ans she tightened her legs it was brief though, for some reason she almost instantly spread her legs as far as she could, and this allowd him to go deeper into her, to finally sink all of his cock inside her and feel all that her pussy had to offer, making him cry even louder.

"Ali you feel incredible, and you look stunning"

He wasn't lying, her body was already beautiful, and her face matched it perfectly, that coupled with the beads of sweat that had formed made it an incredible sight to behold.
 
Ali kept struggling and bucking trying to throw him off. He was too strong and she felt her pussy tighten and clamp. She was close and had never felt this way before. She scratched her nails down the length of his arm and he reflexively squeezed. For a brief moment she couldn't breathe. Her lungs burned, she got light headed, and her pussy exploded.

She bucked and jerked and he eased up and she came so hard on his cock. She never squirted, but every time he pulled out a river of her juices came spilling out of her. She cried out in passion her face locked in pleasurable horror as she had the biggest orgasm of her life. She couldn't stop cumming. Her hips jerked up and he was so deep she couldn't tell where he started and she ended.

Finally she was able to slow down and that's when the tears formed. She had enjoyed her own rape. She didn't just enjoyed it; there was something really good about. What was wrong with her. He had fucked her like any other man would have, but it was good, better than good. This hadn't been a good idea and she vowed it would not happen again. This would be the last time he was in her.
 
He smiled evilly when her pussy tightened and clamped around him he knew what it meant, having chosen someone with such a strong will, he did fear that she would be able to resist him for longer, it seemed that it wasn't the case, perhaps she got something out of being raped.

That had been more than enough for him, and as her juices came out when he pulled back he pushed deep into her and exploded himself, filling her pussy up with his warm cum, and he kept going, not stopping until all of his essence was inside her. As he finished he placed his lips over hers, wondering what her reaction would be.
 
Ali hated what just happened. He placed his lips on hers and she didn't move. She knew the plan was to attack now, but how could she? What was wrong with her? She rolled over and curled up in the fetal position. Maybe he'll go away or better fall asleep and she could smother him. Right now she just wanted to be left alone.

(sorry so short. didn't know what else to put)
 
He didn't stop her when she rolled away and went into a fetal position. He just stood up and moved away from her. His eyes still fixed in her figure, it was still Ali, she still had that incredibly sensual body... but something was missing, it was as if she had no energy... no fire, she was just plain pathetic now. He bit his lip.

It was alright for now, he thought as he slowly got dressed while still staring at her, it had been the first time they had sex, and in her eyes her body had betrayed her by giving in... once more he wondered about her being a virgin, he just disregarded it as a lie, it wasn't something that it was worth to keep pondering.

He took a drink of the wine she had requested but failed to drink earlier.

"You were very good Ali, all that I expected from our first time" he complimented her, wondering the effect his praise would actually have on his victim.

Then he decided to feed her fire, to play again that sick negotiation game they have been playing since she started offering her body for certain "benefits".

"Would you rather stay here or go back to your room Ali?"

After a brief pause he added "I will see you again tomorrow, if you keep behaving I will let you eat lunch with your sister... alone"
 
Ali started to shiver and shake as her body calmed down and the endorphins left her. She was cold and wanted to blot out the ugly that had just happened. Ali felt the tears burn her eyes as he spoke to her. Her anger was back. That compliment. How dare he? As if she were some sort of pathetic little girl. It was demeaning, insulting, and he would pay for turning something that should be so sweet, special, romantic into something dirty, nasty, and vile.

"Is that right," her voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. Her cold eyes stared into his. She loved Whitney. She will get them away. She will not leave Whitney to the same fate she now endured. Whitney wouldn't be able to stay strong like Ali could. Whitney couldn't handle this. But Ali... she could.

Ali rolled over and sprinted for the door. She had moved so quickly she didn't even hear Adam behind her. She grabbed the handle as she slammed into it and twisted. The door was locked. Ali turned the lock, twisted the knob, before she felt his weight slam her back into the door. The breath was knocked out of her. Ali laughed almost hysterically. "Can I have this room?" What was wrong with her?
 
He had been paying close attention to her, still he didn't expect her to run towards the door, which was probably why she made it as far as twisting the knob, he had it locked and she should have known that... then again she was probably desperate.

He pinned her against the door when he was able to react, his right hand went to her neck as if she was placing her on a leash, the left one started to caress her stomach, feeling her up once more, moving up and down briefly touching her breasts legs and even her pussy. At the same time, as he held her pinned, his hips were hard against her ass, and his cock had regained its previous hardness by feeling it.

Her laughter made Adam wonder if she had lost it.

"Can I have this room?"

"You could have... before you tried to escape, I really thought you were going to behave, maybe you are not ready to be left alone tonight."

He pressed his hips against her hard, so that she could feel his hardness, "I think I'm not ready to leave you either"

While holding her pinned and by the neck, he let out his hard cock. He didn't just ram it into her, he enjoyed this little cat and mouse game in which he gave her a little control, he just started to rub the head of his cock against the entrance of her pussy.

"I don't think we even need the bed this time" he paused giving her room to talk, if she didn't or he didn't like her answer he would just impale her pussy once more.
 
Ali didn't expect an answer. She thought he would be angry with her for running or want to hit her or something. She wasn't expecting him to be turned on. She growled at his answer. He was going to leave her alone tonight. She felt his hips pressed against her. He was getting hard... again?! She thought men needed time to get back up. Maybe he was the few that could go again and again. She growled, flashing her teeth in anger.

"Get off me!" She bucked back, her ass pressing him backwards, but he didn't move much. His hand squeezed her throat and she was more shock at the limited intake of air than the fact she couldn't really breathe. He roamed his hand over her body and she tried to jerk away from his touch. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"

His cock was pressed against her wet entrance and her eyes widen in shock, surprise, anger, and need. "Fuck you!" She squeezed her legs tight and pushed back. She moved around so he couldn't enter her and tried to turn around. Her nails dug into his body and she tried to swipe them down his face. She would not be passive any longer. She will fight.
 
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