Road Trip!

He left sometime when she was in the bath. She dried up with a towel and found her own clothes. She slept in her panties and shirt leaving the jeans on a chair. She was having a dream about some man that was rubbing her between her legs. He was saying something, but she couldn't understand what it was. She moaned and tried to see his face even as she widen her legs for his touch. He leaned forward and Ali gasped awake. It was Adam.

Ali heard a knock and she stared at the door that opened and he walked in. She bunched the covers up around her and stared at the food. She hadn't eaten in forever and she was suddenly very hungry. Her stomach growled loudly and she literally forced herself to stay in the bed. She couldn't take her eyes off the food and felt her mouth water. She wasn't sure what he wanted and she didn't want him to abuse her sore pussy any longer. Her sore wet pussy.
 
He took a good look at her as she covered herself up with the covers, it amused him somewhat, it made him want to take her again, wrestle her for the blankets and then take her once more. He had to be patient though, if he remembered correctly she hadn't eaten in a long time, he didn't want her weakened or sick.

He pushed the tray towards the chair closer to her, other than the food everything was plastic, he took her for a resourceful girl and she wouldn't hesitate to use a metal knife, or a fork, even a spoon, maybe even break a plate so get something sharp. Then he noticed the jeans, and he did something almost kind, in his book at least, and threw them to her.

"Come here, you need to eat Ali"

He kept looking at her, not staring but paying close attention, as he ate from his own tray.
 
He stared at her for a long time. Finally he pushed the tray to her and tossed her her jeans. They fall at her legs on the bed and Ali scrambled for them and quickly put them hoping he didn't see anything. She laughed to herself. He had seen and done more things to her than anybody has ever. Why was she covering herself now? What was the point? She tried to comb her hair back from her face. It was tangled and nappy and she needed a brush or comb. She didn't say anything, but slowly made her way to the small table.

Ali sat down and looked at the food. Pancakes and bacon. She was so hungry she wanted to just demolish it, but instead she just reveled in how normal this seemed. Normalcy she needed. Plus how could she instruct Whitney to eat if she didn't. Ali picked up the plastic silverware and cut into a pancake. She ate it and moaned in her mouth. It was so fucking good. She began eating not conversing. Within minutes the food was gone and she was sipping the juice. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand and she saw Adam still had food on his plate. She knew she should be embarrassed, but didn't care.

"If you let Whitney go. I'll stay here with you." She didn't think he would agree. She just wanted to know what he would say. She needed information and wanted to know what exactly he planned with his sister if he wasn't fucking her. Did he plan on killing them both when he was done with them? "Are you fucking Whitney?" Was he?
 
He smiled as she struggled to cover herself from him, it was silly, she probably knew it too, but she would keep doing it, it added to his fun, and maybe to her guilty pleasure as well, she could tell herself she was still fighting him.

She ate with great hunger, finishing first even when he had started first, then came her question, he prided himself in telling her the truth, to him it was as if he was giving her a fair chance to fight him.

"You know I can't do that" he answered her proposal to let Whitney go "She might not be as strong as you, but she will grow a spine if she needs to, and she won't rest until you are free as well. She leans on you, but the girl isn't weak"

He waited before answering the other question, he wanted her to doubt. He looked into her eyes.

"No, I'm not fucking her, I'm only fucking you, you can ask her next time I let you see her if you don't believe me... I might if you force me to kill you, but killing you would be a waste."
 
Ali's heart sunk. He wouldn't let Whitney go. "I could convince her I wanted to stay. She'll believe me." That sounded weak to her own ears. She knew Whitney would do what she would do. Ignore that bullshit, get to their dads, and use any means necessary to find her. Whitney was weak, but the guilt would kill her if she left Ali behind. Though, Ali wondered if Whitney would grow a spine and fight.

Ali stared into cold eyes and she felt her heart quickened. Was she doing all this to save Whitney's sanity only to have him take his pleasure from Whitney as well. Ali wouldn't have done it and gave in so easily if he was just going to rape them both. Poor Whitney. How did she cope? Was she okay? Than he spoke and Ali wanted to kill him. She was sure he knew what that did to her; pausing before telling her.

"When will you let me see her again?" Ali had to ignore the part about killing her. That was too much for her mind to cope with. Hell, even trying to push it away she could feel her body wanting to shake with the shock of it all.
 
"No, you couldn't convince her, even if you really tried which I seriously doubt, and I either have more faith in her than you have, or you are lying to me, it would be nice to know which."

He saw the anger in her eyes once he answered, it wasn't that she disliked the answer, she was probably glad of it, he wondered if she would be glad only for her sister's sake. She was angry about his silence, leaving her in doubt, making her wonder, and making her imagine horrible things. She didn't know what he was capable of, and she probably assumed the worse... that was wise.

"You will see her tomorrow if you behave, you lost the privilege of seeing her today by defying me yesterday, maybe you won't try to escape today."

He pushed his plate aside and reached across the table, his hand cupping her cheek, not yet sure of what he was pursuing, but trying to read her reaction.
 
Ali didn't answer his question. She didn't give a fuck about his curiosity and having this knowledge over him made her feel powerful. He wanted to know something and she wasn't going to tell him. Let him sit on that. It was her own little victory and she inwardly smiled at it. She lowered her eyes to stare at her plate. She had probably eaten too quickly. She was afraid he wasn't going to leave her alone. She should have been slower and wasted hours eating. She won't make that mistake again.

Ali's head snapped up. She wouldn't be allowed to see Whitney. Fine! Whatever! But all cooperation is out of the window. He'll see how good she is when he denies her anything. She wasn't just some kid off the street. She was a spoiled princess and she got her way. Always! He cupped her cheek and she jerked her head out of his reach. The fire was back and she leaned back her arms crossed. She glanced at the door knew it was locked and returned to silently battle wits with him.

"Why did you take us? Is it because no other woman would give you the time of day and you found you had to force yourself upon women to even get any?" Her voice was flat. Her tone deadpan. Her eyes dead. She could have been talking about boring literature for any emotion she showed and that was the point.
 
He wasn't surprised when she jerked back and away from his hand, it was one of the reactions he was expecting, it made him feel good that she still had her fire, he was about to stand up to get closer when she started to ask questions.

"I took her to take you, and to keep you under control, and the reason I took you is because a princess like you wouldn't turn into what I expect unless taken out of her comfort zone" her voice had been emotionless but he knew she was hiding them, if she could be that cold she wouldn't have jerked away and would be like a rubber doll in his hands, "also" he stood up "I'm sure you remember I could have had Whitney on the day we met, I wonder if deep inside you hold that against her, if you blame her for getting you into this"

He walked closer to her, cornering him, so she would have to back up or face him if she wanted to attempt a temporary escape "You don't need need to answer" he reached forward quickly and grabbed her neck, he took a deep breath when he did, he felt as if his hand belonged there, he pulled her to him.

"Hope you enjoyed breakfast" then he forced a deep kiss while still holding her by the neck tightly.
 
Ali rolled her eyes. He spoke like a true crazy person. "How would you know what I would do in a 10 minute conversation. I barely spoke to you." Though it did start to make her stomach roll as she realized he had planned this. Did they know him from before? No, Ali was sure she met him for the first time in that damn diner. They had stopped at many diners and stores before going to that last one. Had he been following them since one of those pit stops? Ali doubted it. His home had to be nearby when he took them. No, she was just getting paranoid.

Ali's head whipped up. No, she didn't blame her sister for putting them in this situation. She would never say that aloud to Whitney and definitely not to this man. She had told Whitney, warned her, but those things never happen to girls like them. No, that would be focusing on the wrong thing. Ali had to get them out. That was the plan. The focus. She stood up when he did. He took a step forward; she took a step back. He reached out and jerked her to him. She hated how fast he was.

Ali struggled against the kiss as it bruised her lips. Her flight or fight instincts kicking in. It took her a moment to settle down and stop fighting so he'll stop hurting her. When he calmed down she slammed her knee into his groin. She followed it with an upper cut to his nose before she ran to the door, unlocked it, and was down the hall and stairs. She ran to where she last saw Whitney, but stood in the doorway of the empty room.

"Whitney? WHITNEY!"
 
She was right in her thoughts, he had met her for 10 minutes, still many of his conclusions about her and Whitney had been right, so he was crazy but he had a certain grasp of reality.

When she hit him with her knee she surprised him, he didn't expect that and she got the best of him again, he had been careless around her again, not expecting her to fight like this, luckily he wasn't as careless when he wasn't around her, and before coming he had moved her sister to a different room, not even bothering to lock the previous one.

Thanks to those precautions he quickly found her, he wondered if she would think the worse, or trust his word that she was unharmed.

He approached fast and quietly, pushing Ali into the room roughly once he reached her and slamming the door shut.

"You probably think I'm stupid, expecting me to keep things where you think they are"

He grabbed her again, this time warned of her fighting instincts so he was careful, he was very angry at her and she would pay.

"I told you that you wouldn't see her today" with that he pushed her hard against the wall, making her slam loudly, before moving as well to pin her down.
 
Where was Whitney? Where was Whitney? Ali was sure she was in the right spot. Dammit, she knew she would never get another chance like this again. Why wasn't Whitney screaming so that Ali could get her. Couldn't Whitney hear her? "WHIIIIIIIIIT?!" Ali tried again, but heard nothing, then feet running towards her.

Ali stumbled as she was suddenly thrown into the room. She caught her balance and turned to look at the angriest face she had ever seen. She backed up unsure if he was going to kill her now. She shook her head no to his stupid question though in all reality she had thought he would have left Whitney where she was. She didn't think it had anything to do with his intelligence. Just who moves someone? Obviously a serial killing rapist who expects to play with his victims for a long time.

His grip on her was painful. She squeaked and felt her knees buckle trying to relieve the pain. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He didn't seem to be listening. His eyes were full of wrath. He pushed her hard against the wall. Her head smacked with a dull thud. She saw white and had to shake her head to get her vision back. She had just gotten her vision back when the wind was knocked from her from his body crushing hers. He was hurting her and she was coughing and sucking down air trying to breathe. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please. Stop. I'm sorry."
 
It seemed he had finally gotten to her, she was scared of getting hurt, maybe even killed, however he didn't stop to analyze, he was too angry, he wouldn't kill her but he would show her what happened when she disobeyed. The day before hadn't been rape, she resisted some, but he had manipulated her into volunteering some. Today would be different.

He slapped her hard once, then again and another time "How dare you attack me again?!" He stopped the slaps as he grabbed her hard by the throat hitting her head against the wall again. He squeezed, not to kill her, just to make her more scared.

His other hand went down her body, not exploring or caressing, taking, pulling hard on her clothes ripping them, squeezing her breasts hard, in the middle of releasing them from her torn shirt.

"You will learn to behave" he said in a tone full of menace and certainty just before forcing a kiss over her lips, his hand was now dealing with her jeans undoing them and roughly pulling them down.
 
He was so angry and she just knew she was going to die. She could see the rage in his eyes. He fully intended to kill her and Ali was scared shitless. She didn't want to die. He slapped her. Harder than the days before and that shut her up as the tears came. He slapped her again and again and she was crying out with each hit. He was going to beat her to death. He was going to smack and punch and beat her to a pulp. Ali tried to bring her arms up to shield her, but he was squeezing her neck and she could only focus on getting oxygen. Her hands grabbed her wrist ineffectually.

Ali grimaced as she realized he was going to fuck her. Did that mean he was going to fuck her dead body? No, he'll probably fuck her and then kill her. Her clothes were torn from her viciously; hurting her as the thread finally pulled away from her. His touch wasn't gentle like before either. It was demanding, abusing, and hard. She whimpered at his touch and tried to back away from him, but there was no where to go.

His kiss was just as hard if not worse than before. Her lips split and she could taste her own blood. His hand was at her waist, but she wasn't bothered with that detail. She was trying to stop his teeth from shredding her poor abused lips. She felt his hand dip between her legs and the shock had her gasping giving him even more of her mouth. He pulled back and she was just as surprise to see her juices coating his fingers.

"No," she said more to herself. She was not enjoying this. She didn't like this. She was scared out of her mind he was going to kill her. Her eyes wide, her pupils dilated, her body shaking she stared at his calm though rage filled eyes and shook her head. "I don't want to die. Please," she begged. "Please."
 
His kiss was just as hard if not worse than before. Her lips split and she could taste her own blood. His hand was at her waist, but she wasn't bothered with that detail. She was trying to stop his teeth from shredding her poor abused lips. She felt his hand dip between her legs and the shock had her gasping giving him even more of her mouth. He pulled back and she was just as surprise to see her juices coating his fingers.

"No," she said more to herself. She was not enjoying this. She didn't like this. She was scared out of her mind he was going to kill her. Her eyes wide, her pupils dilated, her body shaking she stared at his calm though rage filled eyes and shook her head. "I don't want to die. Please," she begged. "Please."[/QUOTE]

As soon as he gained access to her pussy he pushed two fingers into her, it made her gasp and somehow answer his kiss, then he broke the kiss and took out his fingers smiling cruelly at the image of them wet.

He felt her shake and look into his eyes, she was very scared, more than what he had even seen her, she even begged him not to kill her, this provided him some calm still it didn't diminish his anger.

"Then show me you learned your place, start by taking out my cock, you have alot to make up for, and don't think I'm done punishing you"
 
Ali stared at the ground her eyes somehow turned downward. All sorts of thoughts on how he was going to kill her running through her mind. She glanced up and his eyes still held that anger. That intense rage that spooked her everytime she stared into his eyes. Her eyes dropped again and she waited for his explosion either by his venomous words or his rough palms. The suspense was killing her and she felt like she was on the edge and he finally spoke.

Ali looked up into his eyes. He was serious. She didn't want to do it. She shook her head. Not more. No more. Would she rather die? Did self preservation kick it? Was she able to do this again? He moved. Maybe it was just him shifting his weight, she felt like she had to make that decision. She reached out an unbuckled his pants slowly her fingers feeling like they couldn't work right. She reached down and gripped his hard cock. Why was he already hard? Ali felt the tears returning to her eyes. She blinked quickly trying to hold them back. She pulled him from his pants and not sure what he wanted she waited?
 
She was scared, very scared, but perhaps not scared enough, she took a long time to follow his order. After what seemed to him like an eternity she finally undid his belt and took out his hard cock.

In his original plan he was going to use her mouth, she was so scared she would probably kneel and try to please him, but he wasn't in the mood for those games, he needed to give a release to his anger. He took her hand and moved it away pushing her wrist against the wall, and he kicked her legs further apart.

Then and only after a brief second he pushed against her, and aimed his cock at her wet pussy, he smiled at the thought of her being wet for him, and with that wicked sadistic smile on his face he rammed his cock deep into her pussy. He wasted no time and while still restraining her, he fucked her hard and fast, going deeper with each thrust.
 
Ali wasn't sure he heard her. She glanced up and saw those cold blue eyes staring down at her. Was she supposed to just take it in her mouth? Was he thinking of ways to kill her? He smiled and Ali blanched. He couldn't read her mind, but the coincidence of her thoughts and his creepy smile was a scary sight to behold. He pushed her hands away from him and she had already angled her neck for a better grip. He didn't go go near her neck. Her subconscious was already used to him holding her down that way.

She saw what he aimed to do and she was ashamed that she was relieved he was going to fuck her and not kill her. There were no pleasantries before and there were less now. He slammed everything inside of her instead of taking it slightly slower like before. Her pussy burned at the invasion and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She failed. Her moans of pain filled the air as he fucked her relentlessly.

Ali could tell he wasn't getting as deep in this position. She was wet, but not enough. He ripped himself from her and threw her against the table; smashing her breasts down on the cold wood. Before she could move he was back to pounding inside her. Her ass high in the air, her legs spread almost at a painful angle. She felt him spread her ass as he slid into her pussy looking at his huge pole impale her now going as deep as he wanted. Ali gripped the table and just waited for it to be over.
 
And she would wait, this wasn't the calm Adam trying to get pleasure as he messed with her mind, he was angry, and he wasn't going to be sated by just fucking her roughly for a short while, he wanted his cock as deep inside her as it would go, and he wanted to make her feel it bad, make her hurt, he knew eventually he would be done what she would feel then was pain and emptiness.

Before he had fucked her until her orgasm both times, this time he would fuck her until he couldn't take it anymore, and his anger was providing him with lots of fuel.

His hands no longer needed to spread her legs were now on her back, holding her in place and pushing her down on the table, knowing that pressed her breasts against the hard wood.

Adam leaned forward over her shoulder and he bit cruelly, his teeth sinking deep enough to cut her skin and drain blood, he licked the blood but that wasn't the purpose, he just wanted to cause her more pain.
 
Ali was being pressed down and forward onto the wood. She raised her upper half to stop them from mashing so painfully into the table underneath her. Her mind was crippling. He was taking complete and utter control of her body and there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to fight, but how do you fight in this position? How do you fight when it feels good? Better than good?

She jumped when she felt him bite her and that did it. That undid her. It hurt, but it felt wonderful. She wanted him to bite her again. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted as long as he didn't stop. She arched her neck, squeezed him tightly with her pussy, anything to keep the pleasure building. The pain hurt, but it did so much more. She bucked against him without realizing it. She was lost... lost in the feelings the glorious feelings.
 
Ali arched up to avoid the table, he would show her that had been a mistake, his hands had stopped pressing down so he grabbed her breasts roughly and squeezed painfully. He even pulled her further up to gain easier access to her neck.

When her neck arched he bit again harder than before as if wanting to feed from her, his movements weren't careful or planned, he was angry and all he wanted was more of her pain.

As this went on his hips kept pounding her hard, and his mind barely acknowledge how Ali was now moving back, pressing against him each time he pushed forward, probably needing to fuck as much as he did.
 
His palms were rough and callused. They bit into her skin making her moan each time. His fingers painfully squeezed her nipples and all she could do was press herself deeper into his palms. She couldn't think only feel. He bit her again and her pussy shuddered against him. She was coming just as hard as last night. Her body jerked and shook as electricity zoomed through her. She arched herself sinking him another inch into her dripping pussy.

She turned her head staring into his eyes. His angry hard eyes. Hers too big and wide, unseeing, not really blank, but full of passion and need. His thrusts became harder if that was possible and Ali was now barely able to stop the loud gasps and moans of pleasure that were trying to leave her throat. Her body was on fire and only he could put it out. She flipped her hair back over head keeping her back arched, her body up so he had access to her breasts.
 
She was acting strange, actually she was acting like she was loving it and that seemed strange, he could feel her pressing herself against his hands even though they were torturing her breasts and nipples, and when he bit her she came and hard and moved allowing him to go even deeper into her.

He didn't have to focus alot to keep from cumming, this time he wasn't as attentive of her as he was the previous times so while he enjoyed the guilty pleasure he gave her, it didn't affect him as much, so he just kept on pounding.

She turned and looked at him, her gaze was strange and it showed desire and want, this helped to calm him some, to regain some control of himself enough to return to mess with her mind.

"What do you want Ali? I want to hear it from you"
 
Ali heard his rumble, but the words swirled in her head. She couldn't think. His words didn't mean anything and yet she understood them. Maybe it was her that didn't mean anything. What did she want? Ali returned to the brutal fucking, raising her hips, and thrusting back with him. She pushed back wanting more, so much more.

She felt him slow down a bit. His hand returning to her throat where she braced for his touch. His fucking was almost sensual now, like making slow love. This wasn't what she wanted. This wasn't what she craved. She growled low feeling more like an animal as she tried to bounced on his cock they way she needed. He pulled out and stop.

Ali felt like crying. She tried to move and he held her immobile. He was stronger than her and if he didn't want her to move she wasn't going anywhere. Ali could hear his words reverbrating in her mind and she knew once she spoke them it would be over. She thought back. How long did it take to break her. 3 days ... less. She opened her mouth. "I want you to hurt me. I want to fuck me hard until I cum so hard I pass out. I ... please."

She broke down and realized she needed this. She didn't just want this. She needed this.
 
Ali wouldn't answer, he didn't know if it was because she couldn't with he sensations being so intense or if she didn't like admitting what she wanted. Either way he didn't like that, he had asked a question and expected an answer, even if her answer was like the previous time he asked when she screamed to be let go, she was supposed to answer him.

Sensing her moving her body so he could fuck her as hard and deep as possible he slowed down and took her neck again, taking her neck in his hand always made him feel more powerful and he also loved the soft skin of that vulnerable area. Then she bucked, trying to get him back to fuck her hard, he was in control of his anger now, so he knew that the best torture would be to take his cock out, to let her feel the emptiness.

It worked perfectly, after a moment during which she probably was considering the implications of answering she finally spoke:

"I want you to hurt me. I want to fuck me hard until I cum so hard I pass out. I ... please."


"Never forget what you just felt and said" he said with an evil smile, and as soon as he stopped speaking he shoved himself back into her tight wet pussy, one of his hands went back to torture her breasts, the other one, the controlling one stayed on her neck squeezing hard, just not hard enough to keep her from breathing.

He moved his head and as hard as before on her neck, he bit her shoulder cruelly, she asked for it, she was going to be hurt badly, and he was going to make sure she passed out.
 
His words repeated themselves over and over in her head. Even as she slammed back into her she couldn't stop his words from reverberating in her mind. Her body responded whole heartedly. She knew that he had messed her up for life. She would be one of those women who patrolled the streets at night looking for a man who didn't care about women and getting him to fuck her; knowing he'll be rough and hard with her. The woman who would find a nice man and couldn't keep him because he couldn't fuck her like she needed. Her body craved this abuse and she knew she wouldn't be able to get enough. She was only 18. Just about to start her life and already fucked up sexually.

His teeth returned to her shoulder and she moaned loudly no longer caring if Whitney could hear her. She looked at the bite mark and moaned feeling her pussy clamp down hard on him. The teeth marks and the bruises made her smile ... which scared the holy shit out of her. Why would she like seeing the abuse on her body?
 
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