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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

He looked at her. She was still pretty sexy dressed, even though he did love to see her naked. "I think that's a fine idea," he said softly. "If that would be more comfortable for you, then yes, let's try that."

The way he directed her, he wanted her to get in the lower bunk first, against the wall. Then he climbed in behind her, to spoon her, his arm draped over her waist. They had no pillows, so he crooked his arm and offered her his bicep to lie upon. Even clothed, he could feel her body heat, and he inhaled her scent, so feminine. Even after a day of running, she still smelled nice. Maybe it was pheromones in her sweat, maybe lingering traces of her shampoo, but whatever the case, he liked it.

So he snuggled up to her back, and murmured "Try and get some sleep. We're going to be traveling as far as we can, tomorrow..."
 
She laid down on the bed and scooted over to the wall, pressing herself almost against it to give him enough room. She felt his weight when he laid on the bed and moved over next to her. He slid her towards him and draped his arm around her waist, which was weird.He pressed his front up against her back and she could feel his warmth pouring into her. She rested her head against his bicep, which wasn't really comfortable, but it was better than her head being flat against the dingy bed.

She sighed softly and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep. She was incredibly stressed out and exhausted, but at least she was partially clean. She was still sweaty though, and wished desperately that she could have a real shower. At this point she wouldn't even mind having to share the shower with T-Bone, though she wouldn't want to share with either of the other two. She felt safe with T-Bone right now, she didn't think Levins would try to rip her out of the bed with T-Bone so close.
 
The next morning, Tiny and Leavins made enough noise getting up, it was little trouble for T-Bone and Elsa to rouse themselves. They ended up packing everything up and hitting the road again. They drove their stolen car until it ran out of gas, hiked to the next town, and stole another truck. They got some fast-food at a drive-through. By the time they ran low on gas, it was two states away, and they stopped off at a mini mall to pick up a few things. Elsa sat silently in the truck, guarded by Tiny, while the other two bought supplies. Then they found a cheapass motel at the fringe of town.

They didn't have a large enough room, but they did have a single with a kitchenette and a connecting door to another single. The men set out the groceries, and left them for Elsa to put away. There was bread and vegetables, some prepared stuff, some basic goods, a few spices; they shopped pretty well, considering. The men turned on the room TV in the kitchenette room, and they started flipping around, looking for something to watch.

T-Bone did stand up and come over, however, and helped Elsa unpack the groceries. 'So, what are we looking at for dinner tonight, then?" He smiled at her. "Anything I can help with?"
 
She was glad that the other two made enough noise that she could rise and move about without having to worry about someone forcing her awake. She'd always hated that. She, of course, didn't really enjoy either car ride or the hike by foot, but she got through it well enough. It was movement at least, instead of sitting stationary for hours on end as they might end up having to do at some point if they needed to hide out in one place for a significant amount of time.

She resented the fact that they just left the groceries for her to take care of. She'd offer to cook once, she hadn't really meant that she would do it every single time. She wasn't going to refuse though, still more than aware that all three of their cooking skill combined probably wouldn't amount to anything. She sighed and put the stuff she wasn't going to use immediately away in the small refrigerator and began to work on the food.

She smiled at T-Bone when he came over and helped her. He was so considerate, sometimes it was hard for her to believe that he'd been a prisoner in a maximum security prison. "I'm going to take apart the rotisserie chicken and cook some vegetables. It's not going to be much portion wise, but it'll taste a lot better than yesterday's food." she took the chicken out of it's heated box and began to work on it, tossing her head towards the two cans of green beans. "If you open them and put them in a bowl, then put them in the microwave and heat them for three minutes, they should be pretty good."
 
"Hey, I did a stint or two on cafeteria duty. Long as I'm not holding a ladle, I'm good." He began to open up the cans of green beans. Under the sound of the TV, he murmured to her, "I appreciate your not raising a fuss. It'll help keep you alive, I know, so you'll do it, but you don't have to not complain. It's a good tactic. Keep that up, you'll get through this."

With T-Bone's help, Elsa was able to prep the meal in short order, and the convicts all sat down around the room's little table to eat. By this point, Elsa was famished, having eaten so little in the past couple of days. T-Bone indicated the empty spot at the table, between him and Tiny. Leavins stared at her lasciviously from across the table, but made no other moves.

The connecting door to the other single stood open, and the room was dark and, frankly, a ilttle foreboding.
 
"I'd rather be in here cooking than in there...with him," she said quietly to T-Bone, her eyes resting on Levins in the other room. She shivered lightly and turned away from him, fully aware that he was probably going to want her again tonight, and that she was going to hate it just as much tonight as she had before, if not more. She sat down at the spot between T-Bone and Tiny, glad that Levins at least was the farthest away from her for now. She ate her share of the chicken and green beans, which wasn't a lot, certainly less than the other three got, but she didn't need as much as they did anyway.

When she was finished, which was just barely before the others, she quickly picked up all of the dishes and went to the sink. She washed what real dishes there were and threw away the disposable ones, trying to keep herself occupied and away from Levins. She could feel him leering at her and she grew more nervous with every passing second.
 
No matter how much she kept herself busy, it was still nothing more than an efficiency motel room, so she could never be too far away. Sure enough, at some point, she turned around, and Levins was right there, in her face, grabbing her arm by the bicep. He smiled evilly at her.

"That's some mighty nice cooking and cleaning you been doing, nursey," he drawled, "but now I got a hankering for some more wifely duties!" He chuckled as he dragged her toward the dim connecting room, the hotel single that had been unoccupied until now... "Git on in there and strip down, bitch."
 
Elsa jumped when she turned around and saw Levins standing right there. She trembled and tried to step away, but he'd already grabbed her bicep and was pushing her towards the second room. She swallowed nervously and opened her mouth to say no to him, but the look on his face told her that if she said no to him, it would mean serious trouble for her. That he would either knock her out or beat her until she wished she was knocked out. She stumbled back into the second room, the darkness surrounding her. At least it was dark in there, that was the only silver lining she could see for this cloud.

She was trembling, but obeying him. She remembered her conversation with T-Bone the day before, and she would try to keep Levins happy. She pulled her shirt over her head and let it fall to the ground, then easily sliding out of the too-big jeans. She fumbled a little with her bra but eventually got it off. She hesitated with her panties, still wearing the thong she'd worn to work the day of the raid. She desperately needed new clothes. She finally pushed her thong down and stepped out of them, standing there awkwardly in the dark. She walked over to the bed there and sat down on the edge of it gingerly, wrapping her arms around herself self-conciously.
 
Levins chuckled. "That's real obedient of you, nursey, real good. Maybe T-Bone was right, hm?" He crossed toward the bed, unzipping his jeans and casually kicking her clothing away, toward the door. The light from the other room spilled through, and made Levins a looming silhouette as he stepped close.

"Tell you what, bitch, let's see how that little mouth of yours works. Lick me a little bit, get me nice and hard. No, just sit there. In fact, keep your hands at yer back. Just use your face and lips, sugar. Get me stiffer."

He loomed in front of her, pushing up against her knees as she sat on the bed, his semi-hard erection thrust toward her, not precisely at face level but pretty close. She could see his eyes glinting down at her as he unbuttoned his shirt, and there may have been a mad gleam in them, or it could have been her imagination...
 
Oh, God. Levins was never more terrifying to her than he was when he stood in the light like that. He seemed to be a towering figure, looming over her with her fate in his hands. It was like he was the god of the underworld, here to seal her fate. If she displeased him, she would be cast into the deepest pits of hell, but if she was able to keep him happy then she might see mercy from him. Neither fate was good, but one was better than the other.

She had known that the time would come when he wanted her to take him in her mouth. She had dreaded it, especially with Levins, as she knew that he would be the one to force her head down and make her choke and gag just for fun. He would be the one to pull her hair and scratch her. She didn't like it when he called her nursey, she didn't like it when he called her bitch or slut, but the worst was when he called her sugar. As if he could ever have an affectionate name for her.

She could see the mad gleam in his eyes, and it absolutely terrified her. She was sure he would try to murder her, even if she tried her hardest to make herself more useful to him alive. She clenched the cheap comforter under her with her hands to keep them behind her as he'd told her to and leaned her face down to reach his semi-erect penis. None of her wanted to do this, but all of her knew that she had to. She didn't want to do too good a job that he'd want it again, but she wanted to do it well enough that he wouldn't force her to do it again to make it better.

She stuck her tongue out and licked him a couple of times, slowly. She pressed her lips against his head in a strange kiss, licking him again and again. She could see and feel his penis becoming harder beneath her tongue, and it pained her to know that she was willingly hardening the member that was going to rip at her.
 
He leaned his head back and sighed, with pure animal enjoyment. Unbuttoning his shirt, he flung it back toward the door, in a pile with the rest of her clothes. His cockhead swelled against her lips, pushing against them in their "kiss", as her tongue darted out against him. "Oh, that's good, that's real good. Oh, he's hardening up for ya, there, darlin'. Why don't you suck him in a little deeper, now." He began to unbuckle his belt just above her face, drawing it entirely out of the belt loops of his jeans.

He shucked his jeans off while she worked on him, kicking them over, and he'd already taken off his shoes. He left his socks, however. And he never threw his belt away. Instead, as Elsa inevitably, unwillingly took him deeper, he doubled up the belt and used it like a short strap, putting it around the back of her head and... well, he didn't force her onto him, he just rested it there and moved with her own movements, as if just keeping pace with her.
 
She grudgingly wrapped her lips around the head and pushed her mouth down, taking him deeper into her mouth. It was strange to feel him throbbing in her mouth, she'd never done this for anyone she hadn't cared about. But she certainly didn't care about him. At all. She hated him, with nearly every fiber of her being. And yet she was servicing him, willingly. When he took his belt off and wrapped it behind her neck she suddenly became extremely scared. She whimpered and glanced up at him quickly, her eyes begging him for mercy.

She was doing everything willingly. She wouldn't fight him anymore, even if he did something she didn't like. She didn't want him to hurt her. His belt symbolized hurt to her. He could whip her, he could strangle and choke her. She began to suck on him more enthusiastically, moving her head up and down on him in hopes that that would stop him from hurting her with the belt.
 
He started to moan as she began to bob on his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper. He would look down and see her eyes looking up at him and smile at the fear in them. He started to use his belt to pull her down on him, force himself deeper into her mouth, until he was pushing at the back of her mouth, into her throat. He was starting to breathe harder, pumping his hips as well as forcing her head onto him, and just as she was sure he was going to start choking her, he instead let go of one end of his belt and pushed her roughly away with a palm shove to her forehead.

"Oh, that was incredible, sweetheart, and you can bet I'll be trying out that mouth a whole lot more, but now you got me ready to fuck." He climbed on the bed over her, shoving himself in between her legs, and she could feel his hard dick bumping up against her own pussy lips as he centered himself, looming over her. He still had his belt in one hand, but he seemed more interested in getting himself situated first before he gave any thought to using it.
 
His smile at her fear only terrified her even more. There wasn't an ounce of compassion in this man, not a scrap of humanity. She didn't know why she had expected any from him, he was after all a convicted murderer and rapist. And an escapee. She shouldn't expect anything but complete and total criminal behavior out of him, and that was all he ever showed her, he lives up to his past. She began to get nervous when he pulled the belt forward and pushed her head down onto him, nearing the back of her throat. But then he pushed her off of him and back against the bed. She landed on her back with a little flop, her breasts bouncing.

Sweetheart. Why did he have to call her things like that? Why could he just stick to something degrading? That was a lot easier to handle than sweetheart and babe. She dreaded his future use of her mouth, sure he would choke her intentionally. Her legs were forced open when he climbed over her and pushed himself in between her legs, pressing against her unlubricated pussy. This was going to be painful, she was sure. But she didn't complain, just laying there diagonal on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling above her.
 
He reached down between them with his free hand and rubbed the precum-oozing, spit-slick head of his hot cock up and down her lower lips, finding her channel. Without warning, once he found it, he thrust his hips forward and just lunged right in, spearing up into Elsa's body with the burning stretch only vaguely helped by the minimal crude lube he'd employed.

He began humping her violently, ramming up into her, pushing himself up on his hands so he could look down at her under him, see her breasts jiggling, see the pain and hurt on her face as he thrust, again and again, grinning madly at her in the dim light from the door. It didn't take long for his breath to get ragged and panting, and soon he ground deep inside her, his cock twitching within her body as he threw his head back and let out a strangled, deep groan...
 
She absolutely despised it when he rubbed his cock up against her. Trying to oil her up to take him in. She hated that, perhaps even more than the names he chose to call her. She whimpered when he suddenly thrust himself inside of her, her body forced to stretch and accomodate him. But her body didn't want him, and so it hurt, and badly. She gritted her teeth to stop herself from crying out in more pain, her whimper hanging in the air between them. It struck her vaguely that had she wanted him, had she been prepared for him to enter her, the wild way in which he was humping her might actually be quite nice.

But she loathed the fact that he was inside of her, and so she loathed his movements and felt only pain from them. Then he grinned at her, madly, and sped up. He loved her pain, he gave her pain on purpose, just as he probably had with all of the women he'd raped before her. They'd gotten to die though, she didn't have that luxury. She felt his cock begin to twitch inside of her and knew he was going to cum inside of her again. At least it would be over soon.
 
He grunted as he spasmed, jerking both against her and inside her, pumping his seed into her body. He sighed in pleasure, satisfaction, and raised off of her, pulling out with a wet sound. He patted her cheek casually, not quite tenderly, more like a "good job, kid" kind of pat, and then just walked out of the room, grabbing the pile of clothing as he went... including her clothes, incidentally. He just left her naked on the bed, alone.

But not for long, as Tiny, already stripped, soon loomed in the doorway...
 
Elsa wasn't sure if she could make it through another session like that. She felt so utterly disgusting afterward, she wished that instead of walking away, he would just strangle her. And then when he walked away, Tiny was there, standing in the doorway as if waiting in line for his turn. His turn. Like she was a game now, a ride that they lined up for. She sucked in a deep breath and rolled over onto her side, feeling Levins seed still inside of her. She shook her head and did her best not to sob.

"No, no." she muttered to herself, still shaking her head. "I can't do it. I can't," she couldn't handle Tiny getting on top of her and working her over. It wouldn't be painful as it was with Levins, but it would be just as terrible.
 
Tiny indeed had been waiting his turn, and said as much as he came over to sit on the bed. He sat there while she was curled up, unresponsive.

Finally, he put a hand on her hip, as if shaking her for attention. "Come on. Please? I just need something..."

He got more insistent, and Elsa wondered about what his eventual end-point might be. What would happen if this simple-minded man got too frustrated or too rejected? He'd been calm and passive until now... but Leavins' example made her brain wonder what might happen in an extreme case. On the other hand, Tiny didn't seem to be asking for anything specific; if there was something she could manage to withstand, perhaps she could make him happy and send him off. Just like last night.
 
It would be ten thousand times worse for her if Tiny turned on her too. Levins was mean enough by himself, and if Tiny turned mean too, she really would be unable to stand living with them. She covered her eyes and groaned, sitting up then and wiping her eyes. She looked at him and sighed. "What do you want?" she asked pathetically, not wanting to let him have sex with her, but willing to do something else.

Something else, something. She didn't want to do anything for him, but she would do something. She would blow him if she had to, but with Levins already dirtying her mouth with his member, she didn't want anything else to be there that didn't belong there.
 
But of course, Tiny had to ask. He looked her up and down, and probably was taking pity on her, thinking she'd been fucked enough by Levins (which was also true), when he asked "Can I have a blowjob? Please?"

On the up-side, Tiny was clean. Apparently he'd showered recently, in the other motel room's bathroom, because he didn't even smell like sweat, just soap and skin. He moved on the bed, already naked, to sit at the head, against the wall, and lifted his leg to rest on the bed, exposing himself to her fully. He was rigid, relatively normal-sized, although that looked somehow smaller in comparison to his heavily muscled boy. He looked at her and smiled, oddly gently, and pumped himself, keeping himself hard for her, his pendulous testicles resting on the sheets below.
 
Ugh. She should have figured that was what he would want. She moved over to him, pleasantly surprised that he didn't smell disgusting (Levins didn't smell nice at all). He must've showered. Which meant that perhaps she could shower, after she did what she had to do here. That made her a little happier. She could be really clean, which she absolutely was not right now. She was disgusting, despite the half-bath she'd had at the shack the previous day.

She crawled right up to him and pushed his hand away from his member as he was pumping himself. She tucked her hair behind her ears and then leaned down, pushing her lips over his dick. He was throbbing a little bit already, so she just went straight to work. She began to bob her head up and down, feeling slide in and out of her mouth. He wasn't too big, so he didn't even reach her throat, thankfully.
 
He sat back, offering her more space in which to work, and just luxuriated in the feel of her mouth, her tongue. He was utterly passive about it tonight, moaning slightly in pleasure from time to time, but basically just letting Elsa do her thing. He seemed just happy to have an outlet, to have a girl take care of him.

After a little while, he began breathing more heavily, and eventually, he gasped, "Oooh, here it comes!..." He didn't try to dictate what Elsa did in response to that, but he didn't take any moves to take care of things himself, either...
 
She felt him throb and his breath change. Even before he announced that he was going to cum, she knew. She thought about her options -- she didn't really have many. She could pull off of him, let him cum on the bed or on her. She had a vague idea that this might be the bed she was told to sleep in, so she didn't want his cum there. Nor did she want the evidence all over her body. So she just kept sucking on him, moving her head up and down rhythmically, prepared to swallow whatever it was that he gave her.
 
He groaned and gushed, and she felt it splash into her mouth, tasted the hot salty tang of it as he unloaded into her, his cock pumping several good squirts. He sighed, utterly relaxing under her, simply happy. "Thank you," he breathed, "very much." He smiled at her until she backed up a little, giving him some space, and he got up and left, waving at her from the doorway.

And that's when T-Bone showed up. Still dressed, actually. He knocked on the door, smiled, and then entered anyway. He closed the connecting door behind him, from this side, essentially locking the other two into the other room. "Hi. I, uh... thought you might want to shower... or a bath, if you want," he gestured to the room's bathroom, and stood out of her path to it. It was an interior bathroom, no window, but it had hot water and a bathtub. "I took the liberty of washing out your clothes in the other bathroom while you were, um, busy. They're drying over there. But you don't need them tonight, I don't think. Just... go bathe. I'll hang out and watch TV, if that's OK."

He was being a bit more bashful than he felt, but he knew she'd just had a rough time, and he figured showing some kindness would go a long way. He honestly didn't want to hurt her, much as he did want to fuck her, and he was appreciating her obedience more and mroe. But it was a tricky thing, and he had decided it was better to have a gentle hand at this point than not.
 
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