Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 16

Violet's life changed forever the night that she was drugged and raped. After her date with James, it had

changed almost as much almost all over again though. Before all of this the most important thing in her life had

been her classes in her quest to be a lawyer. Her straight A's and non-existent social life made that clear to

everyone during high school and the first couple months of university. Now her priorities had turned upside

down. Though she still did just enough work to keep from failing, C's were going to dominate her marks this

semester. Half the tshe didn't even go to class anymore. A couple of her teachers had tried to talk to her

about the change. They showed real concern, and it warmed her heart. At least would have if she'd cared about

anyone but James' opinion. Violet made her excuses and told them she was sick. That she'd try to get back to

normal soon.

Normal wasn't a place she thought she'd ever see again, though.

It wasn't even a lie. She was sick - she just wasn't ill. Instead it was a compulsion... a darkness that was growing

inside her like a cancer. Only a few weeks ago she'd been a good girl, but now she knew that she could never be

happy with that life again. Her drug induced rape had been the seed, but every orgasm that James had inflicted

on her since had made that darkness inside her fester and grow. Now it twisted around her soul like Kudzu. She

couldn't cook in her own kitchen without wondering what it would feel like to be smacked with this utensil or how

it would feel to be fucked on the counter; she couldn't take a walk through a park without imagining all the

places she could get fucked where no one would see, or without noticing all the places he had already used her

in public. It wasn't a compulsion though, it was an instinct. It was just part of who she was now.

Their first date to the movies hadn't been the last. Since then, James had fucked her everywhere but the

bedroom. They'd gone to the movie theater a couple more times, and one of them he wouldn't even let her clean

the cum off of her face until after the credits had started. He'd taken her out to other fancy restaurants and

made her cum at the table, enjoying his dessert while his remote vibe buzzed away inside her. He'd fucked her in

public restrooms, in dark alley's and one the'd even fucked her in a deserted class room. As much as Violet

hated all of these experiences in the moment, she couldn't deny how much she'd loved them after the fact. Even

when the janitor had caught them when they were fucking on their teacher's desk, she'd just cum harder as he

stroked his dick in the doorway to the wet sounds of their frantic sex.

It was shortly after that he started sharing her with sof his friends. The first the merely let them watch

as he fucked her face. James had invited over three friends for a movie night because sseries they watched

had just cout with a new season, and after a long sex scene, he'd unzipped his fly, and forced her to suck

his cock in front of everyone. It wasn't the first tthat Violet had been used in front of other people like that,

but it was the first tthey'd known her ninstead of thinking that she was just another college slut. After

that it had beca weekly occurrence. Then one day a friend of his had cby to drop off sX while

James was fucking her, and he didn't even stop. That was humiliating enough, but when his dealer asked about

the cash, James said that he had most of it in his wallet on the floor, but that he could take the rest out of his

girlfriend's throat.

After a quick look at the wallet, and Violet's naked body, he'd unzipped his fly and forced his cock into her mouth

while she moaned around it like a whore in heat. Ever since that day in the porn store she'd wondered if being

fucked by two men at once had made her cum harder, or if it had just been her imagination. The nameless drug

dealer answered that question for her in only a couple minutes as she was fucked like a rag doll between the

uneven rhythm of both guys. She definitely charder with a cock in her mouth, which made it hard to

complain too much about what he'd done. She tried of course, but his answer was always the same.

"Who decides who get's to fuck you - you or your owner?" he asked. Depending on how quickly she answered

she got either a kiss or a slap. She always knew the right answer, sdays it was just harder to say than

others. "You do, my master." That was the mantra of her life now. If her owner wanted to invite friends over for a

football gand then let them fuck her in the ass if he lost a bet, then that was his right as her owner. She

always tried to tell herself that she didn't want it, but the more she let it happen without putting up a fight, the

harder it was to lie to herself. He didn't threaten her anymore. He didn't talk about exposing her or letting

everyone know what a slut she really was. He didn't have to. He just texted her every few days and let her know

where to meet him for whatever twisted ghe had in mind that night. That's all he had to do, and she c-

usually more than once.

She hadn't lost interest in the law when she'd becaddicted to the dark pleasure that now monopolized her

life, Violet thought as she walked to meet James for lunch. She wished she could still attend class honestly, but

she'd a spark of recognition in the eyes of too many strangers now to risk it. It had to happen. She'd let dozens

of men fuck her ass and mouth now, all because James told her to. He saved her pussy for himself thankfully, but

so many other guys had gotten a taste for her that everyone on campus must know what a whore she was.

She'd still go to class if she could, but every tanyone looked at her, or smiled in her general direction she

could see that they knew. After a few days of trying to convince herself it was all in her head she'd simply

stopped going to class to avoid the stares. It was easier that way.