“Yeah, but… Why are you pacing?”
I ignored his question. I wasn’t done trying to dismantle his ability to resist. “Have you ever hit a girl, Martin?”
“Hit a girl? No! I’m not that kind of guy.”
“I know. You’ve never been arrested, right?”
“Right. Never.”
“Do you know what happens to boys and men who are accused of rape?”
“Rhonda, what are you talking about? You’re not going to accuse me of anything like that, right?”
“Not if you do as I say.”
“WHAT? What the hell’s going on here, Rhonda? Why are you asking me these weird questions?”
I walked over to my bedroom door and locked it. “You have a perfect criminal record. That is to say, you have no criminal record. My mother has learned to trust you. Have you ever had sex, Martin?”
“Rhonda, you’re making me uncomfortable. Why did you lock the door?”
“Because I’m going to rape you, Martin.”
He laughed. “That’s cute, Rhonda. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’m a lot bigger than you. Besides, I’m going to UCLA in the fall. It’s fun making out with you and I love to touch you but I just don’t think it should go any further than that right now. In fact, I don’t like this conversation. Maybe you’ll be thinking more clearly in the morning.” He got up and walked toward the door.
“In order to go to UCLA, your mother has to respect you,” I said as he grabbed the doorknob. “Why should she let you travel over a thousand miles when she can keep you at a local university and under her thumb?” His hand was still on the knob, but he didn’t turn it. “It’s time to become a man, Martin, and your readiness is of no importance to me.”
“I can’t Rhonda. Not just because my mother would kill me, but I just think we should wait. You know?”
That was his way of saying he wasn’t ready. I’d already told him I didn’t care. “Try to leave and I’ll scream ‘rape.’ My mother will come in here with a knife. She’ll stab you before asking any questions. You saw how she acted in the car. Then she’ll call the police and tell them she was defending me from you, and you’ll go to jail with a stab wound. There goes that perfect record.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Is it my intelligence or my resolve that you doubt? Is it both? You know how the system works. They claim it’s ‘innocent until proven guilty,’ but you and I both know it doesn’t really work that way. Once you’re in the system they need a good reason to let you out. Now let go of the doorknob and take off your clothes.”
He was shocked. Though he let go of the door, he wasn’t ready to get naked yet. “You can’t be serious! Rhonda, what the hell are you doing? I thought we were falling in love. I thought we had something special.”
“Take off your clothes NOW, Martin.”
When he reached for the doorknob I screamed at the top of my lungs. “MOOOOOOOOM! Help me! Heeeeelp!”
That was when the reality of my threats came crashing down around his ears. He got on his knees and groveled at my feet. “No, please! I’m sorry! Don’t call your mother! Please!”
“Rhooooondaaaa! What’s going on in there?”
I grabbed a handful of the flesh of his shoulder with my fingernails. I squeezed tighter and tighter until I got the reaction I wanted: a clear expression of pain. Just before he was about to scream I covered his mouth and answered my mother, “Sorry mom! I thought Roger was going to fall out the window. He’s fine.” He grabbed my wrist and squeezed, hoping to loosen my grip on his shoulder, but I didn’t let up until I saw tears welling up in his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief as I let go, followed by heavy breathing. “Take your clothes off, Martin.”
“Rhonda, please… Just think of -” I backhanded him and clutched his shoulder with my fingernails again. This time a half second of a scream came out before I covered his mouth. I held it for a few seconds, then pulled his body close to mine. Since he was on his knees, his face slammed into my bosom. I lowered my head and whispered into his ear, “You’re only making things worse. You know I’m not strong enough to force you out of your clothes. So I’ll torture you, leaving bruises and scratches all over your body, then I’ll get scissors and cut the clothing off of you. I’ll still have my way with you and send you home in the torn rags that remain. Is it really worth the pain and humiliation?”
He looked at me with tears in his eyes and muttered, “For my future? Yes.”
“Then you will suffer.” I covered his mouth as I scratched deeply into the flesh on the side of his chest and held it for a few seconds. Then I went to the drawer for a pair of scissors, which I opened and closed three times for effect. Upon hearing the sound he gave in, sobbing like a tiny child.
“Okay, okay. I’ll do what you want.”
“Are you sure? You’ve still got those terribly uncomfortable clothes on. I want you to be comfortable. This will be unpleasant enough as it is.”
“I thought you were sweet, Rhonda. I thought you were a good girl,” he sobbed as he took his shirt off. I lavished the sight of his chest emerging from his shirt, but the real treat was watching him expose that thick, black piece of flesh between his legs. Of course, being so terribly embarrassed, he quickly covered it with both hands. “Where do I put my clothes?”
“Lie down on the bed.” I replaced the scissors and pulled out a roll of duct tape. He didn’t see it until he was flat on his back on my bed. Then he tried to get back up, apparently terrified of what I might do with it. I pushed him back onto the bed and put my knee on his chest. “Don’t do anything rash, Martin. When this is over you’ll be glad you didn’t force me to leave any… permanent marks.”
“I’ll eat your pussy. Please don’t tape me down. I swear to God I’ll lick it like you’ve never had it licked before. Just please don’t tape me to the bed. I’ll do anything!”
I wondered how he knew how to lick pussy. I’ll have to remember to ask him about that later. Since I really wasn’t in the mood to get my pussy licked, I decided to think more long term. “Anything? Are you sure?”
He hesitated a moment, but realizing the alternative he said, “Anything.”
“Will you still be my boyfriend?”
Swallowing hard he answered, “Yes.”
“Don’t move.” As he lay there I let him watch me put the duct tape back into the drawer. He continued to watch as I removed every article of clothing from my body one by one. “Hands above your head,” I commanded. As he complied I climbed on top of his body.
“Can I use a condom?” he asked. I ignored him.
Finally, I thought. He’s mine. I kissed his lips, then I kissed the side of his face, and slowly kissed my way down to his nipple where I first kissed, then sucked, then chewed while he groaned from the pain. Then I paid equal attention to the other nipple, relishing the soft sounds of discomfort. I kissed my way down to his manhood and watched him squirm as his pole grew in my mouth.
I slowly climbed on top of him, unable to help but smile at his trembling. I used one hand to hold his erection in place and the other to hold my pussy open. “You forgot the condom! Do you have a condom? I didn’t bring one.” I laughed and slowly began to push down. It felt so good that I was already getting weak when I got him all the way inside me. Then I bent downward and whispered in his ear, “No condoms needed. You’re going to make a good daddy.” He began to fight and push me. “It’s not worth going to prison!” I reminded him. When he heard me say that he stopped moving right where he was with one hand on my shoulder and the other on my arm and began to sob openly. I grabbed his wrists and slowly pushed them onto the bed near his head. With great care I kissed his neck, moving up and down on him as I enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. He cried the whole time.
It was nearly midnight when I was done with him. I made him shower with me. That poor boy cried silently as I washed his body and made him wash mine. He started to dry himself off, but I snatched the towel from his hands and dried him myself. Then I handed him a towel, put my hands on the sink and stuck my butt out with my feet far apart. He got the hint and dried me off. Even after I’d been so cruel he dried me off gently and thoroughly from head to toe.
The next morning around 8:30 there was a knock at the door. “Are you still asleep, Rhonda?”
Martin gasped, Apparently already awake. “Your mother!” he whispered. It wasn’t loud at all, but the walls in our house were very thin. I still worried my mother might hear it, so I quickly gave an angry response.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I mouthed through clenched teeth. Then I relaxed my voice to sound like I just woke up. “No, mom. I’m up.”
“You normally have breakfast made by now. How did Martin get home last night?”
“His mother came and got him,” I lied.
“I thought they didn’t have no car.”
“They do, it just wasn’t working. I guess she got it fixed. Can I have Martin over for breakfast?”
“That’s fine, baby. You go get him and I’ll put the grits on.”
“Can I do it mom? Please?”
“Don’t you wanna call and see if his mother will bring him over? Or I could lend you the keys and you could pick him up. I’ll probably have breakfast done by the time he gets here.”
“Please, mom? I wanna cook for him.” I could hear her breathe a heavy sigh, further proof that the walls were paper thin.
“Oh, all right. Yo’ grits better be mighty good to keep me waitin’ this long, Rhonda. Wake me up when it’s done.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I slowly turned my head toward Martin. It took him a moment to realize what was on my mind, but when he did he looked scared. “No, wait. Rhonda, think about this!” he said as I got on top of him.
“Don’t make a sound.” I mouthed as I covered his mouth and bit into his chest.
By the time I dropped him off at home late Saturday night I’d done it again. Three times I assaulted him in a 24 hour period, and I still expected him to keep his promise of continuing to be my boyfriend.
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