"He pushed me over to the bed and came over to stand over me. He pulled his pants down, his cock was hard and pointed right at my face. He told me to suck it and I did." Denise paused for a minute, clearly upset at reliving the memory. "I never really got a chance to suck him though. After a few seconds he grabbed my head and fucked my face. Shoving his cock down my throat, choking me, I thought I was going to pass out because I couldn't breathe. He'd pull my head back and fuck me a few times before shoving all the way down my throat again."
"Finally after what seemed an eternity he came while shoved down my throat. When he was done, he pulled out and slapped my face with his wet cock. He warned me that I better behave myself from now on. With that he left. I broke down as soon as the door closed, I cried until early in the morning. The next day I was a mess, I didn't sleep, had cried most of the night, so when he came over just after lunch I was hardly thinking straight."
"He apologized for what happened the night before, how I had to forgive him, it was the pressure of school, it was that he loved me so much he was terrified of losing me, etc. etc. I was so fucked up at that point that of course I believed him and forgave him. He promised never to do it again. After that we made love, it seemed more like it had earlier in the relationship. I let myself think it was all better. I was a fucking idiot."
"We continued on for another month or so that way. Looking back I realized he had become even more controlling and I had become even more deluded. It finally changed one night, I finally came back to my senses. I was at Mark's place, just hanging out, when a few of his friends came over, including John. The guys started drinking, with me acting as waitress of course. Before long they were all fairly drunk, especially Mark." I had a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach, I thought, dear god, what did they do to her? Denise looked at me and smiled suddenly.
"I know what you're thinking Josh, but this is actually the happy ending." I shook my head and couldn't help but laugh. Seriously, how do women do that? "Mark got up from the couch and got me up in front of everyone. He suggested, rather crudely, that I do a striptease for the guys. I was hesitant at first, but he kept at me. At this point my self-esteem was so low that I was desperate for his approval and love. So I agreed. They all clapped, except John, who, as I look back, looked worried and a little angry."
"Mark threw on some generic hip hop song, the sort of crap that he liked. I started my little dance for the guys, eventually taking off my shirt and pants and I was just dancing for them in my bra and panties. That's when Mark got up again, clearly horny, and suggested that I should take everything off and see what else I could do for the guys. I was scared to death of where things were going. At that moment it wasn't the thought of fucking four guys that scared me, no. It was more like, gee if Mark got all pissed off and jealous after the threesome with John, how would he react to me doing two more of his friends. How fucking sick is that?"
"I told him no, that I wouldn't do it. That I didn't want anyone other than him. Mark was upset, but I thought he was going to let it go, until one of the other guys, can't even remember his name now, said 'hey, I thought you said this one was a player?' That seemed to get Mark mad, he started to scream at me, that I was disrespecting him in front of his friends, that I should just be a good little slut and do what I was told. From somewhere deep inside a part of me yelled back at him. I said no. That was when he hit me."
"He slapped me with the back of his hand, right across my face. It hurt like you couldn't believe, for so many reasons. I didn't fall down though. I straightened up; blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. I stared right into Mark's eyes. That slap seemed to wake me from the trance I'd been in since I'd met him. I stared back at Mark and dared him to hit me again. He pulled back to slap me again and John jumped up to grab his hand. Mark told him to fuck off and shoved him down. Then he hit me again. I barely moved this time, my anger, my sudden insight into everything he'd done to me seemed to give me strength."
"I just smiled and then I kicked him as hard as I could right in the nuts. He screamed and went down like a sack of potatoes. I stepped up to him and stomped down hard on his balls. He passed out with that. One of his friends, the same one that made the comment earlier got up and came at me. John got there first though. He laid the guy out with one punch. The other guy just got up from the couch and ran. I quietly put my clothes back on and went around the apartment and calmly collected my stuff."
"By the time I had gather everything into a bag Mark was coming around, groaning on the floor. He had leaned himself back against the couch. His other friend had taken off while I was gathering my stuff. I walked over to Mark and stood over him, one foot planted on the floor between his legs, just inches from his nuts. I told him that if him or his friends ever came near me again that I wouldn't stop with just a kick to the balls, I'd cut them off next time. With that I walked out of his apartments, ignoring the string of curses that followed me."
"Once outside the adrenaline of the moment passed and I sat down hard on the bench just outside his apartment, suddenly exhausted. That's where John found me just a minute or so later. He offered to walk me back to my dorm, to make sure I made it safely. I was a little dazed and accepted. Once we got back to my place John apologized for everything. He said he didn't realize what a prick Mark was, that he didn't know Mark was capable of what he did. He also told me that he knew for certain that Mark had slept with at least four other girls since we'd been dating; Mark had said I was cool with it. With that he apologized again, said he was done with Mark and his buddies, and left."
"Naturally the first thing I did when I got in my room was to call Katie. She was at my place five minutes later. I told her everything; she listened, didn't judge and then just held me as I cried myself to sleep. The following morning was the first time we had sex with each other. It was just what I needed, soft and gentle and loving. Anyway, over the next few weeks I worked hard to bring myself back, to undo the damage I allowed Mark to inflict on me and my relationships. It was the summer before I told Melanie everything, Katie and I also introduced her to sisterly loving as well."
"God, I feel so much better, just telling you about it. After that Melanie started MUN the following year and the three of us decided to share an apartment. It was great, we gave each other what we needed, emotionally and sexually, and life was good once more. At one point this past year the three of us were out in a bar and we saw Mark trying to pick up a freshman. He was still charming and funny and cute so she was naturally very receptive."
"I had run into him a couple of times since that night, every time he would throw me a dirty look and then go the other way. That night in the bar though he was too distracted by the 19 year old cleavage in front of him to notice me. He'd never met Melanie so I hatched a little plan. After a couple of minutes Melanie went up to Mark and started laying it on thick, how great their night together was, why didn't he call like he promised, etc. She then looked at the freshman and scowled, asking if this was the tramp of a girlfriend he told her about, the one that treated him so badly."
"God it was great, he didn't know what to do with himself. The freshman looked appalled, as did quite a few of the other girls in the bar that were obviously interested in Mark. Finally Melanie just left after saying obviously he was just looking for a quick fuck, not a real relationship like he said. After Melanie came back to us the freshman got up and left. Mark was pissed and tried to talk to a few other girls, all of whom saw and heard what happened and brushed him off."
"When we got home that night we just laughed and laughed, until it dissolved into some hot three-way girl action of course. Anyway, a week later we were at the same bar and Mark was there again. He was chatting up a different freshman; I noticed some of the same girls from the week before including the one he was talking to when Melanie intervened. I thought about what he did to me and thought I can't let that happen to someone else. Rather than using the same ploy I decided to take the more direct approach."
