**Note: This is the continuation of The Saga of Chelsea Hart. Part Two picks up where we last left Chelsea, bound to the bed by Alex and Brian. This will be the last Non-Consent/Reluctance chapter in the saga, but Chelsea's journey is far from over. Enjoy!
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Alex took in the sight before him. Chelsea's face was damp with sweat, beads of it trickled from her forehead to mingle with Brian's freshly deposited spray of cum. Her pupils were wide, dilated to the point that her aqua eyes looked almost black. Her nipples strained against the cold air of the hotel room, and she strained her hips downward, arching her back to pull on the handcuffs securing her to the bed. She moaned and writhed wildly. Alex had never found her more enticing.
"Well," Brian said. "What's it gonna be kid?"
"You said you didn't need me to get involved," Alex was surprised at how even he managed to keep his voice. He cleared his throat before continuing, never taking his eyes from Chelsea.
"Two hundred bought you time with her..." Alex trailed off, then turned to Brian and locked eyes with him before continuing.
"If you want me to fuck her it's going to cost more. I don't sell myself that cheap."
Chelsea gasped out loud. When she did more of Brian's cum dripped from her nose and into her open mouth. The taste of it distracted her momentarily from Alex's words. She hadn't been given a choice in doing this or not. It was Alex's fucked up plan. Now he was standing there acting like she was some cheap whore. She muddled it over in her mind as she swished Brian's seed around in her mouth.
She had only been with two men in her life before this; Alex, and her previous lover, Tom, so her inquisitive mind settled on analyzing the taste of Brian's seed. It was odd, the way it almost numbed her lips and throat. She briefly wondered if he was on some kind of medication, his sperm almost had a sterile taste to it. Alex's had always tasted bitter and salty, and Tom's had been kind of bitter, but neither caused the lack of feeling in her lips she was experiencing. Unconsciously, Chelsea's tongue darted around her lips seeking more.
Brian caught the movements of Chelsea's tongue and he chuckled to himself.
"Alright then salesman," he patronized Alex. "You don't have to fuck that sexy babe."
"Hmmmmm!"
Unbidden, Chelsea let out a moan of displeasure. She was half mad from desire already, the throbbing in her clit hadn't subsided in the least. If she was in her right mind she would have slapped herself. She sounded like a petulant child being told they couldn't eat cookies before dinner.
"But I think she's hungry," Brian grinned widely. "Why don't you help her clean up?"
Alex knew what Brian was implying. He too had seen Chelsea's tongue flicking in and out of her mouth like a cat, trying to find more of Brian's seed to taste. Alex didn't hesitate to cross the room and perch himself on the bed near Chelsea's face. He brushed back her hair, the used two finger to scoop the jizz off her face then pressed his fingers towards her mouth.
Chelsea felt something snap inside of her. Horny as she was, Alex's comment had still pissed her off. Letting that realization come to light, she felt the rest of her anger rush to the surface, anger she had been forcing down ever since Brian's jeep had pulled up. Without thinking, her right leg lashed out, her knee catching Alex in the small of his back.
"Fucking bitch!" Alex yelped. He slapped her face then, hard, with the same hand that was now covered in Brian's load. Cum splattered across the sheets.
Brian laughed heartily.
Alex felt his own anger roil. This was not how he envisioned the day going when he planned this. He glared down at Chelsea. It was her fault Brian was humiliating them now. Alex hated the sound of his laughter almost as much as he hated the look of anger on Chelsea's face.
He slapped her again then, harder this time. Right to left, left to right. Her cheeks flamed bright red where his blows landed, but the stupid bitch didn't cry out. Her eyes watered but she wasn't crying, the only emotion burning through the tears was rage.
"That's enough," Brian said. "I like that pretty face without bruises."
Alex stood up quickly, his anger simmering dangerously. He wanted Chelsea punished, he wanted her to feel the shame he felt.
He surveyed the objects still spread across the foot of the bed. He settled on the riding crop. He picked it up and glowered down menacingly.
Chelsea felt fear then. She'd felt so many emotions that day, anger, lust, confusion, but for the first time fear rose to the surface. She strained to look over at Brian, hoping he would stop Alex from whatever he intended to do. Brian only smiled.
THWACK! THWACK!
Two biting stings crashed over her thighs. She groaned as quietly as she could. Despite the fear she felt, she would not give Alex the satisfaction of hearing her cry out.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK-THWACK!
Alex continued landing blows, over her thighs, over her stomach, over her breasts. Angry red welts bubbled to the surface where crop bit into her flesh. Bitter tears, tears of pain formed and squeezed from her eyes every time she blinked.
Five minutes into his assault, Alex's anger hadn't relented any, in fact it had grown stronger. He liked the pain he was causing her, somewhere deep down he knew how sick that was but in the moment he didn't give a shit. His haughty bitch of a girlfriend would learn what would happen if she ever dared to fight him again.
Alex threw down the crop. His muscles twitched. Chelsea was sobbing openly now. Alex moved with lightning speed to her legs, securing her knees to the side with his arm. Chelsea squirmed where the welts on her thighs met his flesh as they burned with an intensity she hadn't felt when her anger was still peaking.
With Alex's free hand, he landed a slap across her tits. He watched them bounce and land back into place. He continued slapping them for awhile, all the while Chelsea tried in vain to squirm away from the slaps. Alex reached up and twisted the nipple on her right breast painfully. Chelsea cried out, reaching her breaking point.
"Please," she sobbed, "Please stop..."
Her voice trailed off to little moans and whimpers, tears falling continually from her eyes. Her make up streaked down her face, her cheeks were still flushed from Alex's assault. Brian's cum had started to dry and crust over her skin, only remaining wet in the spots her tears had fallen.
Alex released her nipple but not her legs. He growled at her, he growled like an animal. The sweat was pouring from him now, and his face was so crimson it look like he might burst.
"Let her be now," Brian sounded almost fatherly. He had watched the entire assault with indifference. He knew none of Alex's abuse would cause any lasting damage, physically anyway.
With one last grunt Alex threw Chelsea's legs back down then stood up to pace. Brian crossed over to him and laid a hand gently on Alex's shoulder.
"Why don't you go use the shower? It looks like you could use a nice cold one."
Alex grunted, his eyes glazed over now that his anger had finally dissipated. Without a word he headed to the bathroom, closed and locked the door.
When Chelsea heard the bolt clicking into place, she exhaled deeply and tried to stifle her sobs. She had never been so vulnerable and humiliated. Nor had she ever seen this side of Alex. She couldn't say their relationship was perfect, but physical violence? Never, he had never...With that thought another sob rose up in her chest as she choked and gasped for air.
Brian had returned to the bedside now, a warm wash cloth in his hand. He smiled down at her, almost apologetically.
"I ran the hot tub while you two were, um, preoccupied. May I?" His eyes implored her.
She shook bodily. This back and forth, confusion then desire, then anger then fear. She was losing it, retreating deeply into her mind, trying to believe that this hadn't truly happened.
Brian didn't wait for her reply, he just sat next to her on the bed and wiped the warm cloth across her forehead. He cleaned her face gently, clearing up the dried spunk and the black smudges that streaked her face. Gently, almost lovingly, he cleaned her up, caressing her face lightly in an effort to calm her.
Chelsea was calming down now, but not from Brian's ministrations. Air filled her lungs, in then out, one two three repeat. She was far away now, in that safe place she had discovered as a small child. She was on the lake, or rather in the lake, treading water lightly as the sun shone, its light reflecting off the surface. In then out, one two three. She took a deep breath, then scissored her legs and arms, thrusting herself beneath the surface. She exhaled, releasing all the oxygen in her body and sinking further into the murky depths. She heard noises but they were muffled and distant. She was at peace, even with the realization the next breath she took would fill her lungs with water. She prayed it would be her final breath. She heard a humming noise and looked up above her. A motor maybe? Was there a boat overhead? She couldn't see anything, her vision had gone black. What in the hell...
