He wouldn't tire out so easily. This piece of ass was far too precious for him to only fuck once. Her hair felt like silk in between his fingers. Her head fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. Although he had cum a huge load all over her face and breasts, his cock stood strong. He released her hair and pet the top of her head. Her small hands still gripped the base of his cock. She tenderly fondled the shaft, kissing the head gently. A soft moan escaped her lips as she slowly played with him. She couldn't help but be fascinated by his cock.
"Ahhh, ohhh, shit honey. Any more of that and I'm going to cum again." She loved making men moan. There was something so sensual about the pure, raw noise of a rugged man, especially one like Roman. She couldn't help but be turned on by the fact that he was a rapist. Although he had been incredibly cruel, she felt a certain passion that she had never felt before. Most men she had been with held themselves higher than her, expecting her to be instantly aroused by their hot bodies or high statuses. With Roman, it was different. Sure he hurt her, but she still felt an insecurity about him, as if he resorted to rape because he had no other choice.
She wanted to learn more about him. She felt crazy, especially as she ran her tongue down his shaft so she could get a taste of his large balls. Her lips brushed past his testicles, releasing a deep moan from her captor.
"Ohh, Allison." He moaned. She withdrew immediately, her mouth agape.
"How do you know my name...?" She asked cautiously, afraid he would grow angry at her outburst. He realized this bothered her, running with the opportunity to control her even more.
"Ahaha, I have my ways. I was following you for quite a long time before I brought you here. I know everything about you, where you live, the names of your friends, everything. One wrong move from you and I can fuck you up more than you could imagine." He smirked, running his hands through her hair. She began to shake in fear, realizing that he possessed her. She couldn't do anything at this point to escape.
Her body started shaking. She had dealt with high anxiety ever since birth, but had managed to take control of it with medicine. 'Medicine... I haven't taken it since the night before I got here...' Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. She was utterly trapped. Her stomach churned and panic took over. 'My medicine is in the cabinet at home, not my purse. Shit shit shit why didn't I keep it in my purse?!'
"Bitch what's wrong? Why aren't you sucking my dick, too scared?" He laughed. Her mind blocked out his words, her head throbbed under the pressure of her stress. Without warning, she screamed. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she nervously pulled at her hair.
"Allison! Allison what's wrong?! Allison please tell me!" The sound of her name from his lips raised her anxiety to a whole new level. She tugged harder at her hair and wailed, hoping that someone would hear her, someone would save her.
"Whyyy why are you doing this to me? Why are you hurting mee? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?" She couldn't breathe. Terror had swept through her entire body. 'I'm trapped, I'm so trapped, he's going to use me then kill me, what do I do? I have to escape, I have to be free.'
He reached down and picked her up, holding her in both of his arms like a father would for a child. He knew something was seriously wrong. She had not behaved like this the entire time she was with him. Had he put her into shock? He couldn't help but feel sorry for the small creature, trembling in his arms as he ran up the basement stairs. There was a small loveseat in the living room, covered in cobwebs, dust, and dried fluids. Despite its appearance, he laid her down on the cushions, hoping it would calm her down a bit.
"Allison, listen to me. Something's wrong and you know it. What do you need."
"I-I need my Xanax. I don't carry it with me. You bastard! You mother fucker you took me and I don't even have what I need!! FUCK I'm going to die here, I'm going to die at the fucking hands of a rapist, FUCK!" She wept profusely. She curled into a ball and covered her face with her hands. An idea flickered in his head. The opportunity was presenting itself perfectly. As her face was covered, he secretly smirked at the idea churning in his brain. 'I can drug the shit out of her and do anything I want... I'll call one of my buddies and he can bring over his video camera and join the fun...'
"I'll get you some medicine. Don't worry about that." Her eyes peeked through her hands as she heard him walk away. He retrieved two pairs of handcuffs and two old dish towels and walked back to the couch. "I'll get you some medicine you're never going to forget. Or maybe you will. I guess it depends on what I give you. We'll just see how it goes." He swiftly flipped her over onto her stomach and then straddled her ass. She felt his cock strain against his jeans as he locked her hands together with the cuffs. He gripped the front of her neck so her mouth opened involuntarily for breath and stuffed one of the towels in her mouth. He then tied the other tie around her mouth to keep the other towel in place.
She tried her hardest to keep calm, but since she was already panicked, she began to hyperventilate against the gag. She soon ran out of oxygen, her airways blocked by his hand, and passed out.
