Chapter 9: The Reward

“What?” I gasped, staring at Nikki. Too out of breath—and too surprised—to struggle against Will’s grasp.

“I told you I would do the most narratively appropriate thing,” she grinned, thoroughly too proud of herself. “And I think double-crossing you ranks very high on that list.”

“But how did you—?”

“Know that you’d come here?” She laughed. “In addition to telling you to, it was the narratively appropriate thing for you to do. You’ve avoided it all evening, which meant you were saving it for last.”

“That’s not—” I was cut off as Will’s arm moved to grab my boob—and he squeezed hard enough to make me wince.

“I know, I know, we’re not in one of my stories. It was a gamble, but it seems to have paid off.” She shrugged. “My work here is done.”

“Ah, fuck,” came Liz’ voice from nearby.

Will’s grip on me tightened. “Stay away,” he warned them. His other hand snaked down my body, cupping my crotch. I tried to wiggle, and he quickly returned to his grip. “Stay still, girl.”

“Excellent,” Sylvia said softly.

Liz frowned. “Actually.” A pause as she looked at her watch. “It’s twelve fifty-nine. The rules say he has until one in the morning to have his way with her; there’s not enough time for that.”

“While there’s probably a joke to be had in there,” Sylvia replied dryly. “He’s said the pass phrase, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Nikki confirmed.

“As judge, I’m going to rule that saying the pass phrase was sufficient, especially with the time we wasted arguing rules.” Her eyes flashed in what moonlight we had. “You may proceed to rape her.”

“What?” I screeched. “That—” I was stopped this time by a hand on my mouth.

“You will be quiet,” Will said in my ear. “Or I will do a lot more than just fuck you. Do I make myself clear?”

I nodded, terrified.

And so very, very aroused.

Nikki looked at me, arms crossed in front of her chest, seeming very satisfied with herself. “Alright, my job here is done. Have fun, kids.” She wheeled around and began to walk away, a hand in the air to wave.

Liz looked at Sylvia. “But...”

“We talked about this,” Sylvia replied, her voice low. “You know what to do.”

Liz stood there for a moment, watching, as though not comprehending how it had happened. Then she sighed, shaking her head, before turning and leaving.

“Don’t mind me,” Sylvia said after a few moments, ambling off to a corner, ensconcing herself in shadow. Unless I looked hard, I wouldn’t be able to tell that she was there.

Watching me.

“You thought you were so smart, didn’t you?” Will rasped in my ear.

A hand—not the one that still covered my mouth—again slid down my body, this time going into my pants.

“You thought you’d be able to hide from me. But you were wrong, little girl, and you’re going to pay the price.”

“Mmff!” The word was caught on his hand as I began to struggle, to get away.

I was tired, but so was he, after all that running. I could slip out of his grip, I could push him down, I could—

“You’re so wet,” he said, finger jamming roughly into me. He wasn’t wrong; despite the terror running through my system, I was extremely turned on.

Pissed at Nikki, but terrified and extremely turned on.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked it. I bet you want it, don’t you?”

“Mmff!” I tried to say, shaking my head, struggling again, but there was no getting out of that iron grip.

His finger continued to bury itself in me, much rougher than he usually was. His breath was hot on my neck, the heavy breaths still coming. He had been winded, too; a small victory.

But I had lost the game anyway, and my body was his trophy.

Then he licked my neck. Gently, slowly.

He had never done that before, not from that angle.

I pushed up on my tiptoes, my back trying to arch, wanting to suddenly intake breath. Tingles ran through my entire body. His hardness pushed into me.

He chuckled. “You do like it.” His hand dropped from my mouth, coming again to crush one of my boobs. “So ... do you have anything to say for yourself now?”

There was a pause, a moment of hesitation. A small note of trepidation in his voice.

He was giving me an opportunity to say the safe word. To tap out, to have him stop. He was checking in.

Despite being on the verge of being raped, I felt loved.

I contemplated it for a moment, ending it. I would maybe let Sylvia down, but I could live with that. He had won, and there was a part of me that didn’t want to be raped.

But there was a part of me that did. And that part of me was driving, was so very aroused. For how much my heart was racing—for how much my body wanted to get away—I was enjoying it. Terror and desire mingled in me.

“Please don’t rape me,” I pleaded, again starting to struggle. His finger jammed deeper into me, and it made it significantly more difficult to wrestle around his grip.

“I would thank you for giving me the idea,” his voice was low and raspy. “But I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. I’ve been watching you, you little cocktease. How you go around turning all the guys on, but never putting out.” His finger crooked in me, and I gasped in pleasure. “Well I’m here to take what’s rightfully mine. I caught you; I claim you.”

It seemed something like a bunch of nonsense words to me, an amalgamation of the sort of drivel rapists say in bad sex stories. But I still ate it up in the moment. We were playing a game, and he was filling his role so well in how he was manhandling me.

“No,” I whimpered, redoubling my efforts to get out of his grip. “Stop it ... I’m ... I’m saving it...” My mind settled on lines I’d encountered in the stories I’d read, even though me trying to play a virgin was absolutely laughable.

Will seemed to find it so as well, laughing loudly into my ear. “I bet you tell that to all the boys, don’t you. There’s no way a girl who gets as wet as you do has a cherry.” His hand pulled out of my pants, and his grip seemed to loosen. “God, I am going to enjoy you so much.”

I paused a moment, taking a breath. He’d loosened his grip; I had an opportunity. I tried to curl in for a moment, looking as though I’d accepted my loss—and then as he loosened a little more, I sprung quickly, trying to escape his grip.

I did! I had space!

He yelped in surprise as I pulled from him, trying to run—

One step—

Two steps—

Three steps—

Then he was there, hand on me again, something hitting my legs, and I fell to the ground, stunned for a moment as I hit the soft grass. What had happened?

Oh, he had tripped me.

Fuck.

I gasped for breath, tasting the flowers and trees on the air.

He was kneeling by me, a hand reaching behind me, grabbing my hair, holding tight. I yelped in pain. He twisted my head, made me face him, our mouths inches apart. “If you try anything like that again, you bitch, you will regret it. Do I make myself clear?”

Surprised at the intensity in his voice, I hesitated, my eyes growing wider in fear.

SMACK.

My face stung, and I wanted to turn it to the side because of the slap, but he held me fast.

“I said. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y ... yes...” I whimpered, trying to nod.

“Good,” he replied, practically throwing me back to the ground as he stood up. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock, girl.”

“But—”

“Don’t make me ask a second time. On your knees. Now.”

Whimpering, I obeyed, pushing myself up to my knees. It wasn’t a position I often found myself in—preferring instead to be sitting next to him on a bed while blowing him—but it turned me on so much to be made to.

I looked up at him as he stared down at me, a hardness to him that I didn’t often see. He slowly began to unbuckle his jeans, and pushed them down just far enough to pull his cock out.

His extremely hard cock.

“You know what to do,” he growled, raising a hand up as though to slap me again.

I pretended my eagerness as I leaned forward, taking his cock in my mouth, sucking it. I at least was familiar with what he liked, and could do that.

“No teeth or you’ll regret it,” he growled, hand coming back up behind my head and gripping my hair. “Got it?”

“Mmhmm,” I mumbled as he began to thrust into my mouth himself. I was surprised, starting to try to pull my head back, but he held me fast.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m not going to cum in your throat. This is just the warm up. Mmm. Yeah. Suck it like that, you little whore.”

I wasn’t exactly sucking, and was mostly just trying to deal with his thrusts. I’d never let him get that deep into my mouth before, and it was more than a little uncomfortable. I didn’t want it.