Road Trip!

Adam was surprised when she started to fight, it wasn't unlike her nature, he had chosen her for being fiery and strong willed, but he hadn't expected such a quick turn around from her negotiation attempts. His only theory was that he had sex with her, and perhaps added insult to injury by making her orgasm, not only that, he had given her no time to process it... however all that didn't mean he would allow her to push him away just because she felt like it, it was time to show her that she had no choice.

As she pushed against him, he squeezed her neck harder, it reassured his authority to him and it gave him more control over her, and while most of her actions were guided by trying to help her sister, she was bound to fear for her own life as well.

He moaned and gasped as he felt her nails scratch his body, he followed her hand with the one that had been feeling her body, and stopped her just short of injuring his face. Holding it by the wrist he pushed it against the door.

The way she squeezed her legs together kept him from entering her again so he, pushed harder against her and started to use his own legs to force her to spread hers. She would be his again.
 
Ali was sucking hard to get air into her lungs and out. She knew if she kept this up she would pass out. She felt weak quickly. It was almost instantaneously how weak she was as he couldn't get enough air. She started to panic her body flailing trying to get oxygen. Oh gawd, was he going to kill her? Kill her and go to her most easy going sister; pliable sister. Her wrist was slammed against the door and she felt his strength reverberate through her body.

"Please," she managed to gasp out. His hand eased a bit and she sucked down buckets of air. Her other hand clutched him as she felt her knee almost go weak. He was holding her up and she hated how weak she was. She wasn't a fighter normally. She was a tough girl, but she didn't fight normally. She had rich parents, she was pampered, and spoiled. Sure she had a strong mentality, but that was for having a lawyer as a father. She couldn't actually hold her own in a physical fight and he was much, much stronger than her.

Ali would not admit that something weird was happening to her. Something she couldn't or wouldn't name. Something that made her pussy quiver and her mind snap to want him to hurt her, need him to force her, need him to show her HE was in control, dominant, the one! No. Ali shook her head and found herself able to fight him once more.
 
When she pleaded he allowed her to breath and she did so eagerly, he wasn't planning to kill her or get her unconscious, there would be no fun in that, he had gotten a result he hoped for, she begged to be able to breathe... no, for him to allow her to breath.

He smiled evilly, a shame she couldn't see him smiling at her weakness. She would feel it however, he pushed her legs apart, and pressed his cock against her pussy, she was still fighting which only made him more eager to be inside her again.

He let go of her wrist, he squeezed her neck harder before allowing her to breathe again, a warning to not attack him again... wouldn't shock him if it didn't work, his now free hand returned to feeling her body, specially her breasts, and as he pinched her left nipple painfully, he pushed his hips against her to enter her with his hard cock.
 
Ali couldn't breathe again. Than he released her once more. Was he playing with her? This made her angrier and she glared into his eyes. His body was pressed into her hard one and she faced him waiting to make her next move. He pinched her nipple and she gasped in pain. That fucking hurt, but when he released the pain seemed to turn into something different. She wasn't sure what. What was happening? Ali was thinking about what was going on that she hadn't noticed that his hard cock was between her thighs and pressing into her tight pussy.

"NO!" Ali released his wrist and pushed at his hips. She grabbed his cock hard and tried to pull it from her. He was pushing and she was pushing against him to make him stop. He was NOT going to fuck her again. She was not going to allow it.

"Stop it, you fucking asshole!" Ali was trying to gain some sort of purchase or find some inner strength to stop it, but he was stronger and worse it was starting to feel good. The head of his cock barely in her pussy rubbing against her clit as he went in and out. Her strength weakening as he pushed deeper and deeper and finally hitting her G-spot with a force that made her bite her bottom lip or scream in pleasure. This time her hand went to his face to slap him as hard as she could.
 
He smiled again when she turned to face him, he had grabbed her from behind but he loved to see the struggle on her beautiful face. Specially when she started to resist even using her hand on his cock. He moaned as she did, both from her hand holding firmly on her cock and from the tightness of her pussy.

Adam pushed even harder, wanting more of that pussy around him, to conquer her again, her resistance made it even sweeter.

Then she nearly moaned, he saw her bite her lip hard. Before he could say anything her hand had slapped him. This made Adam fire up with anger, how dare she slap him, he was the one in charge and she was there to please him.

He slapped her back much harder, as his hips started to move fast, fucking her hard and deep, not just with passion, but also with anger. Then he slapped her again, and one more time.

"You will learn your place soon... slave" he said with an angry tone as he took her chin in his hand, then he pulled up hard, making her hit the back of her head on the door, and just after that he wrapped his fingers around her throat and pulled her in for a forceful kiss.
 
Ali saw in his eyes that she had made the wrong choice slapping him. It was a brief pause and she never saw his hand coming. The slap shocked her more than anything. She had never been hit before and then the pain came. She immediately released him and grabbed her face. It was a reactionary action as her hand cupped her cheek and tears filled her eyes. He flexed and he was deep inside her, pumping hard, and fast. His cock stroking her G-spot over and over. Her legs squeezing him tightly as he fucked her wildly.

His hand came again smacking her other cheek and she cried out in pain before he hit her once more. The tears spilled down her abused cheeks and she gripped his shoulders even as pleasure coursed through her body. The pain and pleasure mixing and intensifying each other confusing her as her leg on its own wrapped around his body, or maybe he grabbed it and pulled it around his waist. All she knew he was even deeper and slamming their bodies into the door.

Ali heard his words, but couldn't think or react to them before his hand was around her throat and kissing her hard. This kiss was brutal and when she fought it she felt her lips get sore and threatening to bleed. Ali relaxed and let him take everything he wanted from her. Her lips weren't hurting anymore as his tongue swept into her mouth and demanded from her. She moaned feeling so powerless and trying desperately to hold onto her control. Her mind was trying to snap, but she needed her mind to survive. She couldn't let go.

Ali pulled back from the kiss long enough to scream as her orgasm suddenly came over her. His mouth clamped down and she was screaming her pleasure into his mouth. His body never stopping as she felt her pussy clamp down on his hard cock and milk it. She found herself thinking she wanted his hot seed in her pussy. She wanted to be filled and feel it leaking out her tight hole. But what the fuck was that? She never thought things like that? Ali bit her lip trying to give herself pain so that she could remember this wasn't consensual, that this wasn't something she would ever like. The pain didn't help. It made her wetter and she found herself wanting him not to stop, to hurt her more, for more!

Ali pushed against his chest hoping to have enough force to push him from her. He was changing her. Something was wrong. She had to leave. She had to get into the bathroom and lock the door. Lock him out. Yes. That was a plan. A way to save herself and if possible Whitney.
 
He felt her resistance but he also felt the pleasure she was feeling, her leg wrapping around him was the clearest sign, she wanted him deep into her. It was all probably messing with her mind, and even if she hadn't been a virgin when he first had her, she didn't have the experience in this kind of sex to keep her mind balanced.

Soon she surrendered, kissing back and he deepened the kiss even more, taking the spoils she gave up, caressing her tongue with his in her mouth. When she broke the kiss he was surprised until the scream came, together with her pussy milking him hard. He nearly lost control there in the pleasure of her tight pussy squeezing and the knowledge of having made her cum again but having just had an orgasm helped.

He just pushed harder and deeper, his hands left her neck and face and went to her breasts, squeezing roughly and then pinching and twisting her nipples between his fingers.

He wasn't done, she was his and he wanted her to know it, it was alright if she didn't accept it yet, but a part of her would know. So he leaned forward still pounding her hard and whispered in her ear.

"What do you want Ali?"
 
Ali's mind was a swirl of madness. His hand thankfully was away from her throat, but was on her breasts and grinding into them. Normally, this would hurt and she would slap the palms away, but for some reason she liked this. His calloused palms scraping against her sensitive breasts, his rough fingers pinching her nipples hard. She moaned and arched back before her a small portion of her sanity came back. She dug her nails into his shoulder and tried to push him off her again.

"I want ..." Ali whimpered throatily as she tried to talk with his cock pounding in and out of her. "I want ..." she couldn't get the words out. "You to get off me!" She squeezed her eyes tight and focused on Whitney. For Whitney they had to get out of this. She leaned forward and sank her teeth into his shoulder. She bit down hard and eased up just as she pushed hoping that she had pushed him off her. If she was lucky she would be able to run to the bathroom and regroup her mind. Something was wrong with her. Something she wasn't ready to delve into and understand.
 
He thought he had her, by this point he could have had her sister for sure, but Ali still had fight in her, he had smiled again when she arched her neck back, but then it faded as she hurt him with her nails and tried to push him.

Try being operative, he was still too strong for her, and as she pushed, he pushed even harder towards her, burying his cock in her. However then she bit him hard and he had to groan in response, it had taken him by surprise so when she pushed again he nearly fell back, his cock starting to slide out of her pussy. His hands flew to her shoulders pushing her hard against the door once more.

"I'm not letting you go that easily." he said his voice filled with anger, and he slapped her face very hard three times before grabbing her neck, squeezing it as he had done before. Once he had her by the neck he resumed fucking her roughly. He was going to cum soon, and deep inside her.
 
Ali thought she succeeded when she felt him start to leave her body. But he was much too strong and he slammed her against the door and his cock pushed deep into her. She moaned loudly her eyes closing on their own at the intensity of the pleasure that rocked her body. She heard his angry voice and she tried to turn her head as to her it seemed that he rained down slaps. She knew her cheeks were red and on the verge of bruising. Than he was squeezing her throat and she knew she was going to die.

He fucked her wildly. His cock pushing in and out at a fast rate. The angle put him right at her clit so he rubbed it on every upward and downward stroke. Plus he was so deep he was hitting her G-spot over and over. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ali chanted as she fought against herself and him. His hand was holding her still, but she couldn't believe what sort of sick freaking she was turning into.

The harder she fought against it, the more her orgasm built. It was so close and she was fighting so hard to not cum. She just needed this one victory. This one time to not give in. She wasn't going to. She would win. She pushed against it, she changed positions, she tried to think of other thoughts, but she could feel her orgasm getting bigger and bigger. He kept fucking her. Her eyes closed tightly she just had to wait him out. Maybe if she won this one battle she could win the others. She will win the others.
 
He was oblivious to her struggle now, too focused on his own pleasure as he kept raping her pussy hard, making sure to push all of his hard cock into her as deep as it would go, and brushing her clit as it went in and out.

He groaned and moaned and his hand squeezed her neck even more, this he did pay attention too, he wouldn't kill her, and more pressingly he wouldn't let her pass out either, she would feel everything he did to her, and not escape it, not even by being unconscious, it wasn't the same if she didn't feel it, if she couldn't fight it, or enjoy it... or both.

He moved his face closer to hers this time not to force a kiss, but just to see her closer, to take in her breathing, and then he started to cum, not slowing down his movements, still pounding her deep, his cock spurted his essence over and over filling up her tight pussy.
 
Ali continued struggling. She tried to stop the movement; to press her thighs together so he couldn't get so deep - all to no avail. She kept her eyes pressed close as her breathing quickened, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. She was trying so hard. It was so close. She was losing this fight and she knew it, but still she fought with every breath, every source of strength she had. She would not cum.

Than she felt him thicken and get larger inside her. His cock pulsed and surprised at what she was feeling she let go and her orgasm washed over her. Her pussy clutched his cock and spasmed around it. She opened her mouth and screamed her released. Her throat already sore and burning; her cries never carried past the door. He felt so good. Her fire was diminishing in this capacity. She opened her eyes and after this orgasm she wanted a kiss. To feel loved so she leaned forward slightly and initiated the kiss. Even as her body shook and jerked the last of her orgasm.

She fell back exhausted. Her legs wobbly. He was holding her completely up. She couldn't breathe, move, and she hated the delicious soreness between her legs. Oh she still hated him, but with her body humming she wanted what he had to offer. She just had to get off the endorphin high and find a way to kill him. That was the new plan. Kill the man who was trying to control her body.
 
As he came, her own orgasm came too, making the pleasure he got from it so much more, her pussy squeezed and shook around his thickened cock, and he moaned more and more. Her scream of release more intense than his moans and also adding to his own pleasure. What came as a shock was the kiss, he kissed her back surprised that she had started what until just now he had to force on her.

Then he slowly, while still holding her, slid out of her pussy, as his cock was released from inside her some cum dribbled out. She was weak now, unable to move, so he picked her up and took her to the bed, laying her down. As he did his hands roamed over her body once more. He wasn't done, earlier he was negotiating, letting her go easy since it was the first time he had taken her, but earlier she had been behaving, now he would take everything he wanted.

His hand returned to her throat, he had grown so used to that, it almost felt as if something was missing when his hand wasn't there, as he did he moved to her side on the bed, his cock over her face.

"Clean my cock" he ordered, as he did his hand increased the pressure, he wanted her to know he was in charge, should she dare to attack him... then he would have to replace her with her weaker sister.
 
Ali felt herself lifted from the floor. She was used to guys lifting her up and naturally her arms went around his neck. When her back hit the bed she started to turn over, but he pulled her back. His hand was roaming all over her body. She tried to swat at his hands, but she was too slow and weak. She was sure he got the message on what she was trying to do even if she was trying to regain her strength. She wanted him to know she meant stop.

His hand returned to her throat and she moved her head to accommodate his big beefy hand. She hated he could just control her breathing, but in her current state she couldn't stop him. Hell, even if she was a hellcat she couldn't stop him. He was too strong, but he'll weakened. She was sure of it. She needed that hope. She opened her eyes to see his cock in her face and there was that pressure of his hand on her throat. Ali turned her head away and tried to take in breaths, but he controlled her head with his hand.

Ali's mouth opened trying to suck down air and he flexed his cock into her mouth. She sputtered having giving blow jobs but never with her cream or his cum on it. She hated the taste and sputtered and tried to push him out of her mouth. She fought him at every turn. She will not be forced to do ... but she was weak. He was strong. His cock was stroking in and out of her mouth. His hand was on her throat letting her know who was boss.

She wanted to bite down on his cock, but she didn't want to be smacked again. It wasn't that they just hurt, but they confused her. All this confused her. Everything about this sex was confusing and she hated it. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be the one controlling if a guy would get laid or not or get a bj if she was in the mood. She was supposed to have the control and power not be face fucked by a mad man who was jamming his cock deeper and deeper. He was getting close to her gag reflex and some strength was returning. She was going to gag and throw up on his cock if he went further. She was trying to explain that through her eyes, her frantic movements, and her muffled cries of stop!
 
He fucked her face, slow but hard, his cock had gotten very hard inside her mouth as he fed her his cum and her own juices. He held her neck tight and pulled forcing his cock even deeper trying to make his way into her throat. She was freaking, crying for him stop.

He did stop, knowing he was choking her... and he enjoyed it inmensely, he had the power to stop her breathing with his hand, now he was showing her he also had it with his manhood, it was very exciting to keep her controlled with his cock.

He did took his cock out of her mouth then and slapped her hard twice for defying him. Soon it was back inside her mouth, and he continued skullfucking her, he was going to enjoy her thoroughly even if she kept trying to resist, perhaps specially if she tried to resist.

The hand on her neck was still holding her in a firm grip, just loose enough to let her breath, just enough to keep her conscious.
 
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She thought she had gotten her point across. He was going too deep; she couldn't breathe. He released her throat and she took gulps of air even as his cock went back into her mouth. Finally he pulled it out and she raised her hand to her face to stroke her aching lips when he hit her again. She knew her face was now going to have a dark bruise. Tears welled in her eyes. Why did he hit her this time?

She turned her head when he came back to her, but with everything she tried she failed. His cock was forced between her beginning to crack lips and this time he was fucking her faster; not the slow pace she had become accustomed too. He was going deeper too. She bucked, but he wasn't straddling her, just beside her. She tried to turn her head. He was going too deep.

She kept trying to whip her head back and forth and get him out of her mouth. Her cries were louder too even if his cock was trying to muffle her. She would have clamped down, but his cock was too big when it was in her mouth and when he pulled out and shoved it back in she didn't have time. Plus, deep down she was sure she would have gotten something a lot worse than just a face slap if she took a chunk out of his manhood and she wasn't ready for that ... yet.
 
He kept going, kept abusing her mouth, making her take all of his cock. Her pussy had been different, even with him forcing himself into her, she had gotten used to it very soon, even orgasming more than once. Her mouth was a whole different story and he was enjoying watching her struggle to accommodate him.

Adam even sped up, pushing more and more, making her take his full length. He moaned loudly at the sensations she caused on his cock.

"Mmmm Ali" he started to move faster, he was closer and closer to orgasm, he resisted however wanting to make it last as long as possible.

"Lick" he said evilly, "you'll make it end faster"
 
Ali felt herself dry heave a few times when his cock hit her gag reflex. She couldn't move away instead his cock would press her deeper into the mattress. She glared at him as he fucked her face. The look in his eyes, the slight smile, his very hard cock told her he was enjoying this. The more she struggled the harder he got. He loved it forcing her down, making her do what he wanted. This only made her struggle harder.

Ali didn't have the strength in the beginning and what little she was able to build up she was quickly depleting. Her nails dragged through his thighs and soon she got the hint that her abused cheeks will get darker the more she caused him pain. Causing him pain caused her pain. It was a vicious cycle, but she couldn't get it past her primal pain to stop. She had to fight even knowing it'll cause her pain and that he enjoyed every moment of it.

Through the fog she heard his words and she had no clue what he meant. Lick what? She slowly started licking the head of his cock as he exited her mouth and realized she was giving in, but was she really. She reasoned that she wasn't giving up, but just trying to make it end. She just wanted this punishment to end.
 
He felt her nails dig into hid thighs, it hurt, but he liked it, it meant she still had fight in her, he slapped her for it, hurt her face, she would feel pain for trying to get rid of him, for not knowing her place, even if he liked it.

Then she licked him, she obeyed, and his moans increased, he felt her soft tongue on the head of his cock, she was giving in, even if she didn't accept it, she was treading in dangerous ground, soon she would surrender to him.

This made him go faster, for he knew his orgasm would come soon, pushing down into her and enjoying her tongue, he decided to warn her, just to see her reaction.

"I'm going to cum Ali, your tongue and mouth are going to make me cum"

A couple of seconds after he said that, the first stream of white cum spurted out of his cock.
 
Ali continued licking and sucking on the head of his cock as it exited her mouth. His moans were a clue she was doing it right and again she reasoned she just wanted him to cum and leave her alone. She kept thinking she was doing this so he wouldn't do this to Whitney. She was saving her sister from this delicious abusiveness. NO, she didn't mean that. This was horrible. She hated every second.

Her eyes opened wide when he told her he was going to cum. She didn't know what to think of that, but she felt her pussy spasm in response. He had just came in her so she was surprised when a lot of his seed hit her mouth. She usually spit, but his cock was still driving into her mouth. It was either swallow or choke. She swallowed, but there was too much. When he pulled out globs of his cum followed and trailed down her cheek and chin. Some landed on her naked chest and breasts. She took huge gulps of air.

Her eyes stared up at him. He was still looking down at her. She couldn't help her eyes watching his cock go flaccid. She did notice that it didn't go completely limp and she wasn't sure if that was just him or because she was looking. She averted her eyes, looking down at her soiled body. "I want to take a bath please."
 
He came and came, spewing all of his cum into her mouth, until he pulled out and then he covered her chin, cheeks and some even came down over her breasts. He smiled when he saw her looking at his cock as she was gulping for air.

"I want to take a bath please."

He looked at her, she was still taking big breaths, her face had the marks of his hits, her breasts looked sore from what his hands had done, the part not covered in cum that is, and even after all that she still made requests, he had to grant her that she was brave, he had chosen well.

"As soon as you are back in your room you can do whatever you want. You are not staying in this room"

He got out of the bed and quickly got dressed again. "We can leave when you are ready."
 
Ali felt like she had been slapped. His words degraded her more than his actions ever could. She kept her gaze lowered and knew her eyes were filling with tears once more. He got up and she rolled over not caring that his dried cum was covering the bed. She heard him speak and she got up and looked around for the dress she had worn. The dress was lovely and she felt soiled. The dress had too many reminders attached to it. Ali nodded and went to the door. She would leave the dress behind.

She followed him to her old room and never once made a go for the door. She was too dejected. She just wanted to be clean again. Once he opened her door she immediately went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. She put a little bit of cold so she wouldn't scaled herself. She just wanted to wash herself to she was clean again. She glanced back and noticed he was still here. She didn't say anything just waited for whatever he wanted.
 
The trip back to her room had been uneventful, he didn't mind her leaving the dress, perhaps she didn't want to ruin it, perhaps she wanted to forget this ever happened.

He didn't interrupt her as she got in the water, although he did watch, and then she noticed he was still around. He moved closer to her, and kneeled besides the bathtub.

"Don't forget the advantages I let you have, I'll come back for you tomorrow afternoon, I'll have something for you to wear as well" he reached and caressed his cheek "you won't be seeing your sister tomorrow... then again you might think of a way to negotiate that, you are good at it."
 
Ali waited, but he still hadn't said anything. She slowly eased herself into the water and liked that the tub was deep and the water covered her. It was hot and her skin turned red when she pulled it out of the water, but it was washing away all the ugly and bad things. She closed her eyes pretending she was at home. That she was relaxing in her private tub at home. That there was soft music in the background, scented candles, and bubbles. Man how she wished there were bubbles.

She heard him moving and that ruined her fantasy. She tried to push him away, but his cold words crashed into her fantasy turning it dark and horrid. She shivered even though the water was still hot. She moved her face to the side when he touched her and she wrapped her arms around her chest. She wanted him to leave, just leave.

She wasn't sure if he was gone. She slid lower and lower into the water until it covered her head. She blew out soft bubbles and thought of nothing. She was under water for a minute, two minutes ... she was having troubles and she was fighting her body to stay down when it wanted air. Eventually, her body won; like it had been doing all day and night (?) Ali didn't know what time of day it was. Ali realized that she was a slave to her own body, as she came gasping up for air. Her hair was plastered against her face and back. She couldn't see, but that didn't matter. Her realization did.
 
He wondered what would happen if he was to set her free, would she try a normal life and always miss the sex he had given her? he was sure a confident woman like that wouldn't easily find someone that would stand up to her, let alone treat her and fuck her like he did. In his mind he started to think he was doing her a favor by keeping her trapped.

He couldn't apply this to Whitney though, the blonde was beautiful and sexy like Ali, but she wasn't as strong, she didn't have that force in her personality, she was a bargaining chip in their games, what he would use to threaten Ali, why she would behave sometimes. He wondered however how different things would be if she wasn't there, other than Ali more focused on escape, it would just be them fighting for control. He wouldn't kill Whitney but he wondered if there was more use for her than just something to keep Ali in check.

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The next day, in the morning he walked to Ali's room, he knocked once before opening the door, and as soon as he was in he closed it. Only then he sat food on the small table.
 
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