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between hers to open them.
    She could feel the determination of his hands. There was no putting him off. She stared into his looming face, and clenched her teeth. She slowly felt him sink to the very balls inside her, and she shuddered. Slowly he drew himself back to the very brink of her cunt, and pushed in again delving repeatedly into her, with long slow digs to the very length of his dick and then back again to her twitching opening. She could only look up at him with a numb sort of helplessness.
    “Am I hurting you now, Nicole?” he said. He closed his eyes, sighing every time his prick delved down to the hilt inside of her. She saw him draw a deep breath, then slowly open his eyes and look her as if puzzled. She put her hands on his face, almost tenderly, and looked him directly in the eyes. “Please don’t come in me,” she said. “Please. Please don’t. Please—pull out before you come. Please.”
    He ground his teeth to hold back his orgasm. He jammed himself deeper and deeper into her. “I’m going to come in you,” he said, grunting. “I’m going to come in your sweet body.” He pushed himself into her as hard and deep as he could, and it felt as if he burst open into her. She sobbed and her hands were vainly clawing at his shirt on his back. He slowly rolled off, breathing heavily. Then he turned on his side to face her.
    “When is your menstrual period due?” he asked.
    She could barely speak through her tears. “Um . . . in a few days, I think.”
    “Then what are you worried for? You’re in the safe zone. I’m not diseased if that’s what you’re worried about.” He leaned over to kiss her, and she petulantly twisted her face aside. “Don’t pull away from me, bitch, or I’ll beat the shit out of you,” he said, pointing her face to him, and they kissed some more, his tongue pushing into her mouth.
    He didn’t seem to be in a rush to leave, and kept her close to him. He was mumbling some song under his breath, too softly for her to catch any of the words. She was barely conscious of him, except as an irritant. But every time he moved she became aware of him as a threat. After awhile she risked turning over onto her side. He propped himself up onto an elbow and gazed down on her silently. His fingertips lovingly caressed her curves, her side and her hip and shoulder, up and down continuously, while she stared forward at the wall.
    “You can’t hate me forever,” he said. “You don’t really hate me Nicole, do you?”
    She wanted to scream yes, but her abused and weak lips said no.

Chapter 7
    All the lights had been switched off. The room was dark. She was almost asleep beneath the blanket, when she felt him crawl in silently next to her. She could feel his soft, groping hand touching her body, feeling for the warm flesh between her legs. She pretended to be asleep, but he kissed her and made her squirm. He held her down firmly and, in spite of her determined resistance, he got her on her back and himself on her. He kissed her neck passionately, while his hand ran over her waist and hip. “I love you,” he said. He was intently thrusting into her body with long, even strokes. “I love you.”
    When he was finished he left again as quietly as he came.
     
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    In the morning he fed her breakfast. Then he wrapped duct tape around her hands and feet, so that she was lying on her side, hands bound behind her back.
    “I’m going to be gone the whole day,” he said. “No one ever comes around here, but just in case . . .” He stuffed a rag in her mouth and put a layer of duct tape over it. “Can you breathe through your nose?”
    She shook her head, feeling claustrophobic. She was scared to be gagged all day. She was scared of suffocating.
    He stood over her watching for a moment. “Just stay calm, you’ll be all right.”
    When he was gone she closed her eyes against the fresh flow of tears. She was trying to stay relaxed and not cry. Her nose was running freely.