Enough

"Do you like that, you dirty fucking cunt?" Chris asked as he shoved my face into the pillow and rammed his dick into my vagina from behind.

I would have been crying and pleading for him to stop, but the large amount of cocaine I had consumed before he got here had me in a daze and I couldn't feel anything, physically or emotionally. Chris grabbed my hips and dug his nails into my skin as he thrust. I felt his left hand remove its self from my hip and entangle itself in my hair. He tugged hard and my head came off the pillow, "Answer me you stupid bitch."

I didn't answer, and he pulled harder on my hair. I wouldn't have been surprised it I woke up with a bald spot tomorrow. He began to thrust harder and the harder he thrust, the deeper his nails dug into my skin.

He pulled out and flipped me on my back. Chris grabbed both my ankles in one hand and grabbed his cock with the other. He lifted my legs and shoved his cock into my ass without any lubrication, or any chance to get used to his length.

"Ow!" I screamed as tears began to roll down my cheeks. I tried to scoot away from him, to get him out of me but he held me in place and smiled as he took his length out of me and then slammed into me again. "Please! Stop!" I cried, gripping the sheets in pain. He smiled in approval and began to penetrate me, slowly at first but then his pace quickened.

His breaths began to quicken and I was glad he was almost done. He gripped my breast in his hand and began to twist and tug as if he were trying to rip it off me. I fought back the tears, telling myself it was almost over and then he brought his hands around my throat. The harder he thrust, the tighter he choked me. It became difficult to breathe and I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hands from my neck. He only smiled and thrust harder. My vision began to turn dark and I heard, "Fuck, yes," before passing out.

I woke up a few minutes later. Before I opened my eyes I knew something was wrong. I felt not only Chris on top of me but I was laying on top of someone else. That's when I realized I was being raped by two people. I felt both my vagina and asshole being violated and jerked my eyes open.
"Well, there you are, sleeping beauty." Chris was sitting in a chair in the corner, masturbating.

But if he was over there then who was...

I rose up and looked at the person I was laying on top of. There was a man I had never met, he looked twenty or so years older than me and he smiled and winked at me as he began to thrust harder inside me.

I turned my head and faced the person who was violating me from behind. He looked only a few years older than me. "You have the most beautiful ass," he told me.

I began to fight and Chris laughed. He got off from the chair, and walked over to me with his dick still in his hand. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and turned my head to face him. He rubbed his cock on my lips and tried to push it in but I clenched my teeth shut.

"Open your mouth, whore!" He told me, and when I didn't he slapped me as hard as he could across the face. My face hit the chest of the guy I was laying on and I tasted blood. Chris picked my head back up and pushed his dick inside my mouth. "If I feel any teeth at all, you'll be dead." He told me and began to pull in and out.

After a few minutes, Chris pulled out and bent down to me. "Are you going to tell Jake about this?"

I shook my head, of course Jake didn't know about this. He would have never allowed it, right? Right?

"Good girl," Chris kissed me on the mouth and then stood back up. He had a belt in his hand. He made a loop out of it and then grabbed my arm. "Now, as much as I love you being awake for this," he told me, grabbing my other arm and pulling it inside the loop, "I think I love it more when you're unconscious. It just adds to the fantasy, you know?" He tightened the belt around my arms and dropped them from his grasp. They fell uncomfortably onto my back and I instantly tried to wiggle out of them with no success.

Chris pushed his dick back into my mouth, and began thrusting again. His pace began to quicken and he began to go deeper inside my mouth. I thought he was about to cum when he shoved his dick down into my throat as far as he could. My throat was on fire. I couldn't breathe. I began to wiggle, but Chris held my head against him. I looked up at him pleadingly and he only winked before pinching my nose.

I was going to die. He was going to kill me this time. Tears fell freely from my cheeks and my vision began to blur. Chris pulled out slightly but not enough for me to catch my breath before he pushed all the way back in again. My vision began to blur once more and this time I felt hot liquid pour down my throat before passing out.

*
The clock had a blurred 4:06AM on it when I woke. I my body ached all over, and I instantly remembered what happened to me. Hot tears fell down my face as I pulled myself up and swallowed the lump in my throat. Everything burned. I walked into mine and Jakes bedroom and headed to the bathroom. I stripped down and studied the damage. I had a line of bruises around my neck and across my body. My neck and chest was covered in hickeys and I shuddered at the thought of those men having their mouths on me.

I cried silently as I climbed into the shower and mentally beat myself up for not having the balls to tell Zack, Matt, Johnny and Brian what was going on here. I told myself to suck it up and scrubbed the blood, sweat and tears off me.

When I got out of the shower, I thought about waiting up for Jake but my body hurt too badly and I just wanted to get some sleep. I was just about to doze off when I heard Jake walk into the bedroom.

"Hey, baby." I greeted him.

Jake walked over to my side of the bed, he smelled like a bar and when he kissed me I tasted the alcohol on his breath. "Sorry, hun, didn't mean to wake you. I had a few drinks with friends. I'm gonna take a shower." I nodded and he kissed me again before walking into the bathroom. I fell asleep focusing on the sound of the water running.

*
The next morning, I was sitting in the living room watching television when Jake woke up and walked down stairs.

"Good, morning," I stood up to follow him into the kitchen. "Breakfast is on the stove, do you want coffee or orange juice?"

"Either is fine," he mumbled, I assumed he was nursing a hangover. He turned to give me a kiss and his face contorted. "Why is there a bruise across your neck?"

I was taken back by the question, and to be honest I was pretty surprised he cared. I bit my lip and decided to tell him the truth. "Chris brought over..."

"I mean, why isn't it covered up, Rebekah? You know I don't like seeing that shit."

I should have known. "I...I know, I..." I rubbed the bruise across my neck, "I only have enough concealer for one more application. I wanted to make sure you had the money for me to go buy more before I used it."

His face didn't soften; in fact it twisted a little bit more. "You wanted to make sure I had the money to give you? Of course, I do, Rebekah. What kind of a man do you think I am? You think I can't take care of you?"

My heart dropped, "I just..."

I was interrupted by Jake pushing me. "I'm sick and tired of you belittling me!" Jake said, and he smacked me across the face with his hand. I grabbed my face with my hand and held back the tears because I knew how much he hated crying. "You're a worthless piece of shit, you know that Rebekah?" He pushed me again and my back collided with the kitchen wall.

"Jake, I'm sorry!" I cried, "I wasn't trying to belittle you."

Jake grabbed be around the throat and wrenched my hand away when I tried to pull his arm from me. "What have I always told you, Rebekah?" He threw me to the floor. "Learn how to think before you open that fat ass mouth of yours!" He grabbed his keys off the counter. "I'm leaving; call me when you learn how to treat people with respect."

"Jake, I'm sorry! Please stay!" I begged pulling myself off the floor even though every muscle of mine begged me to stop moving.

Jake laughed, "You're fucking pathetic, Rebekah." And he left.

Notes

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Title Credit: Of Mice & Men "Ben Threw"