Prelude III

I AGAIN heard his laughter, soft and callous.
And then he bit me harshly on my shoulder.
It hurt so badly. I screamed against his palm, a scream that turned to a cry of protest when I felt his lower body raise up from me, but all the noise from me was abruptly cut by the added pressure from his chest because of the new position.
Air was forced out of my lungs again.
He was lowering his pants by the movements I could detect from him.
I began to struggle again. *No, no-no-no!*
“Why…? Why are you crying, Nyleen? I thought you said this was your darkest, deepest… fantasy?”
I heard the mocking in his voice, and I suddenly stopped all sound and all movement.
I had heard that voice before.
I heard it about three weeks ago…
That laugh again.
And that’s when it became familiar. He was faking his voice all along.
My next shriek was of anger. He bit me again and it was more painful this time. Fresh tears escaped my eyes as I cried against his hand. But…
Now that I know what was really happening, the biting brought a different sensation to me this time.
And the more shame, the more aroused I became.
He let up, and he rolled me to my side until I was lying on my back. I cried again because the abrupt movement had hurt my shoulders and arms.
The cry was abruptly cut by a slap on my face from his hand.
It was a heavy slap.
It shocked me.
It scared me.
I blinked a few times, trying to recover. My cheek stung too painfully, I thought I would faint.
“Nyleen… what do you really want? Do you want me to continue?”
I forced my eyes open. I could see him through my tears, though he was a blur.
But it was him.
*Emile.*
I found myself nodding.
He grinned. “I know you have it in you.”
He started to feast on my breasts then. He was squeezing them hard, sucking my nipples so deeply that it hurt, and biting with his teeth too roughly.
I moaned as I cried. It hurt so much. My body hurt so much. But it brought pleasure that continued to both shame and excites me.
I couldn’t explain it.
Maybe it wasn’t supposed to be understood. It felt so wrong when I try.
I was getting incredibly aroused.
So, it was true. The testimonials… were true. What they said in the videos was true.
If you are the right person, it will be the most incredible experience of your life…
And I wanted it. I had replayed the vids over and over. There was a script that I was supposed to follow.
*Act scared. Act scared, scared, scared… even if all the pain is getting you more sexually excited… act scared until you believe the fear. Until you really believe the terror was real….*
Instead of moans, cries of fear and indignation, or pain and humiliation escaped from my lips.
I begged him to stop over and over.
And he slapped me again to quiet me, hit me with his fist to stop my thighs from closing. The pain dizzied and dazed me, made me release all responsibilities for what was happening to me.
I didn’t want this.
*But I want it.
No, it’s too painful.
I know but—
It’s not right to want it. It is all him.
It is all his fault.*
I slipped, and a moan of pleasure escaped my lips even as I tasted blood from a split lip.
He saw it.
Didn’t like it.
“Oh no, Nyleen… fight me. You know it turns me on. Make me hard, baby, or you’re never gonna get yours.”
A cry of protest escaped me. I suffered another blow, as if he was punishing me for forgetting to be in character.
I shrieked in anger. Another hit, of a fist this time, to my face, and I couldn’t make a sound.
My face hurt too much for me to do anything. There was no way I could speak. It hurt so badly.
But I was wet. I was so wet down there. Oh god, forgive me…
He began to squeeze my neck as he decided that it was finally time to penetrate me.
At the first thrust, I convulsed with the force of my orgasm.
He had done it so right… so right.
I felt like I lost my soul the next moment as my eyes shut down and my head was thrown up.
I saw explosions and white spots beneath my lids.
He was still squeezing my neck and with my climax, nothing had ever felt as exquisite.
He was thrusting hard and rough now, breathing hard. Even that was a turn-on. I was going to cum on top of my first cum.
I was starting to lose consciousness because of the restriction on my oxygen. But I didn’t care now. I was swimming in a cloud of bliss.
My body convulsed again and again even as I heard him groan and shiver…
But I was losing breath.
The pain was there the next instant. The fear came back. What was he doing? Akh—!
But his hand was gripping me tighter, choking my neck truly now. I tried to struggle but my hands were, I remembered, tied up. I kicked my feet convulsively. But my body was shutting down, getting lethargic… so weak… losing life.
I remembered that I was in an abandoned building, and no one knew where I was. No one knew I had ever met him days ago.
I didn’t even know his real name—if he ever gave me his real name.
I couldn’t breathe. My heartbeat had gone slower.
What was he… why… killing me…?
My body convulsed under him, dying, but he still would not let go.
Until the inky darkness washed over me, and it sealed all the spaces, drowning all my senses…
At the last moment, I heard him groan. I felt him melt over me as his body suffered its last convulsions.
But he still had his hand wrapped around my neck.
And then I knew nothing else.