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She nearly stopped breathing when he began to advance on her. Every step he took brought him closer to her, made what he was going to do to her more real. She felt like she was locked in the house with a serial killer or serial rapist, not the love of her life. Well...if she thought about it, wasn't that what he was? He'd said he'd done this with other women. That made him a rapist, didn't it? She swallowed hard, unable to believe that she had really thought of that. His little trick worked and she didn't flinch when he suddenly moved his hand. Her first thought had been that he was going to slap her, so she turned her face and closed her eyes.

His crouch scared her even more. It was really like he wasn't even human anymore. If he was human, he was some horribly primal version of it. A version where love didn't exist. Just conquest and male power. And she was his latest victim. Then he called her a slut. Her face melted a little, despite the fear there, it was as if he'd sucked the final drop of hope from her. Slut. That could mean so many different things. She loathed discovering what it would mean with him this time.

Her heart was still beating at the speed of light. She glanced to her left at the futon and to her right at the bathroom that led to the open bedroom. The bedroom had glass walls. The living room had glass walls. There was no escaping the outside here. She had thought that was so beautiful, but now she thought it was the worst thing possible. She turned to the right and bolted, picking the master bedroom.
 
He just closed his eyes and licked his lips when she ran, staying in his crouched pose for a moment. Then he came alive, rushing at her fleeing form from behind. When he caught her, he shoved her from behind, adding more speed to her sprinting and sending her flying into the nearest thing in her path, which turned out to be a wooden chair. She tumbled, amusingly, end over end. "Mmmm, that must have hurt," he said coldly, "you should really watch where you're going, Elsy." It was truly as if every one of his talents, everything that was made him capable of being so noble and wonderful, were suddenly twisted and turned upside down. His ability to empathize was being used to frighten her more. His teasing playfulness had become a sort of evil taunting. His strength had turned from protection to threat. And on top of all of it, he seemed... in control of himself, retaining every bit of his intelligence.

He towered over her crumpled form, placing his foot over her thigh as she tried to recover. He leaned in on the newly planted foot until more than half his weight was balanced on it, pressing down on her thigh. He cocked his head as he looked down at her, smiling that evil smile. "What's the matter, love? All out of that fight you had in my office the first day?" he asked her. He was slipping more and more into this creature, and he was becoming more cruel by the second.
 
For a moment, she felt like she was free and out of his reach. In the next she was tumbling over a wooden chair, hitting the ground with a hard thump. Pain radiated through her but she didn't have enough time to really evaluate what had happened to her. All of a sudden his foot was on her thigh and then he was pressing down on it, forcing her thigh to carry half of his weight. She whimpered in pain and instinctively tried to pull her leg away from him, but it didn't even budge. She looked up at him just in time for his sneering remark about the first day in the office.

That set something off in her. Suddenly she was angry. Her eyes narrowed and most of the fear dissipated, what was left became hidden behind a darkness. She sat up and growled at him, shoving at his leg with everything in her, and amazingly, succeeding in pushing it off. She stayed on the ground but she formed a sort of sitting-crouch of her own, the prey was putting up a fight now. "They say fading champions recall old conquests. Out of the loop already?" she seethed.
 
His eyes lit up, emblazoned with new passion and arousal. He started circling her, his face twisted into a smile of wicked pleasure. "There's nothing that brings out the best in a true champ like a real challenge," he said huskily. "You go ahead and bring all you've got, darlin', it will make it all the more fun when you still end up with no choice."

He circled her some more and then rushed her, but stopped short, only feinting. He grinned and circled her some more, then lunged at her. His open palm aimed for her face, making imperfect contact but still slapping her jaw hard. He mostly kept his footing, trying to hop back out of her way.

(Short, but it's hard to have a fight without responses =) )
 
Now it was like they really were primal animals. He was fighting her for his right to fuck her, though they both knew she never had a choice in the first place. This way, though, he really was conquering her, and he could honestly take his prize: her. His open palm found the side of her cheek and part of her jaw, forcing her neck to turn to the side painfully. She saw him begin to jump out of the way and kicked her leg up as hard and fast as she could, nailing him in the knee.

It wasn't a perfect shot, but it would at least do some damage. She'd decided that if he was going to do this to her and bruise her up, she was at least going to get a couple of hits in before he really brought her down.
 
Nick stumbled backwards, having to put one hand down on the floor to maintain his footing. He groaned, but it wasn't in pain. His eyes said it all; the fighting was exciting him above and beyond simple lust. He growled at her and circled around her carefully, making her turn in her stance to keep facing him. He lunged at her again, this time looking like he was going to try and tackle her, but he changed direction as he got close. His hand shot out to grab a handful of hair. He yanked hard, trying to pull her off her feet. As she struggled, with his grip, he saw an opening on her body and let his free palm fly. He managed to hit both of her breasts in a sweeping slap, causing them to jiggle and sway violently. He yanked harder on her hair, still trying to bring her down.
 
She cringed when he growled at her, despite her intense anger at him. When he grabbed her hair she yelped and swayed, but managed to keep her stance at least for now. When he slapped her breasts her entire body turned and she was forced to put a hand down on the ground to keep herself up. She opened her mouth to swear at him violently when he yanked her hair again and her feet came flying out from under her. She fell on her ass hard, hitting the floor with a loud thunk. Her chest was heaving for breath, large red marks now all along her chest and a bruise forming on her face.
 
Nick didn't waste a second once she was on her butt. He reached out with his free hand and clamped down with a vise grip on the nearest part of her he could grab, which turned out to be one of her biceps. He immediately started to drag her ass across the carpet caveman style, by her hair and her arm, moving her next to one of the large glass walls. As soon as he had her there, he yanked her body up violently and pressed her face first, naked and on her feet, up against the transparent wall.

The next flurry of movement happened so fast it was hard to process more than the shattering sound that marked the end of a beautiful lamp. He released her hair and leaned his body away from her, grabbing onto the cord of a nearby table lamp. He yanked the cord out from the wall and the lamp came with it, flying past both of them and crashing into the carpet. In the next loud moment, it instantly becoming a scattered field of broken shards. She didn't have much time to flinch before the reason for his sudden distaste for the furniture became apparent. He wound the hard plastic cable several times around the wrist at the end of the arm he was holding onto. Then he began to fight for her only free hand, pressing his shoulder up against her back to limit her movement. He leaned into her and her boobs were forced to mash against the glass.
 
She screamed bloody murder when he began to drag her across the carpet like he was going to bring her to his cave and screw her brains out for his own primal purposes. Instead he yanked her up and slammed her against the glass wall, her naked body clear for anyone who happened to be out on the private beach (thankfully no one). She flinched and cowered when she heard the beautiful lamp smash to pieces on the floor around them. She was sure he would regret that in the morning.

It was when he began to wrap the cord around her wrist that she really became alarmed. She screamed and did her best to keep her other wrist away from him. She banged on the glass wall as hard as she could, her face beat red (except the places that were purple with bruises). "I swear to God, tie my wrists together and I'll smash this fucking wall," she growled, but she knew she probably wouldn't be able to smash the wall.
 
Her struggling was becoming delicious, and he purposely 'missed' grabbing her free wrist a few times just to enjoy watching her try and fend him off. He chuckled evilly as she shouted her threats. He put his lips right up to her ear so that he could practically spit his words right into her mind, ignoring her wrist for just a moment. His voice was dripping with condescension as he answered her, "With what, love, your head? Be my guest. Even if you succeed, you're just going to end up with body full of glass shards embedded in your naked flesh..." She could feel his lips twist into an evil grin before he continued, "Which actually sounds delightfully entertaining. Ha!"

He pressed his body up against hers from behind, smashing her uncomfortably up against the glass. His erection dug into her ass cheek and the small of her back. His hand shot out and chased her free wrist down until he could get a firm grip on it. He yanked it down behind her back and yanked on the electrical cord with the other hand, moving the two together. Using his shoulder, he delivered a slight blow to the back of her head to distract her and then immediately started to weave the plastic cord into a tight, uncomfortable, chaffing pair of hand cuffs.
 
She growled at him angrily when he taunted her. She had actually thought of using her legs, not her head. Asshole. But she wasn't going to say that to him lest he decide to hog tie her and do her legs too. She yelped when he finally grabbed hold of her wrist, still trying to fight him off. But he was stronger than her normally, and now that he was in his super human evil state, he was a hundredfold more than what he usually was. She finally stopped resisting when he got her wrist down to the other one. She hadn't been expecting what came next though. The blow to her head shocked her and her neck became limp, her head flopping over to one side.

She was half conscious now and hurting in way too many places. She vaguely remembered him telling her that when he was like this, he would hurt her, but she also remembered not thinking it would be too bad. She now knew differently. She had bruises all up and down her body. Her feet would be cut up from the glass on the floor. Her arms would be sore from the unnatural twisting, her head would ache and she would have bruises there and on her face, and lord knew what else he was going to do to her.
 
He sighed in melodramatic exasperation as her head lolled around. He'd evidently overdone that shot a little, her whole body was going a little noodle-like on him. He let go of her bound wrists and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up again until her feet were together. Then he took a step back and grabbed her hips, tugging them back and pressing on the middle of her back to force her to lean forward, exposing her pussy and butt to his view. He grinned wildly, his reflection just visible in the glass, though he wasn't at all sure she could focus enough to notice it at the moment. He slapped his cock against her womanhood and pressed on the back of her head. Her tits and shoulders were forced against the glass, and her sex was open and bare for the taking.

She was still a bit woozy, he could tell, so he reached around her face and shoved two of his fingers into her mouth, pressing them back to gag her into a little more awareness. Then he chuckled and squeezed her hips hard with his hands and with one motion, shoved his naked cock into her less than fully lubricated sex. He growled at her in mild frustration. "This simply won't do, chaffing isn't my idea of fun," he said toyingly. Then reached down and found her exposed, helpless clit and pinched down on it, aiming to be light enough to force a sexual reaction, but hard enough to also be slightly aggravating.
 
She didn't really know what he was doing to her until he shoved his fingers into her mouth and made her gag. She choked and sputtered, her body reacting all over the place. Her eyes widened and her mind cleared just a little, enough for her to realize that she was now bent over, her legs spread apart and her pussy bared, her breasts pressed up against the glass and her face semi-smushed against it too. She looked at the window and could see him there behind her grinning. She felt horrible at this moment. She didn't fight anymore. She wasn't angry anymore. She was the helpless victim that he wanted now.

She cried out in pain when he slammed himself inside of her. She was barely wet at all and his cock being forced inside of her caused a great deal of pain on her end, but just mild chafing on his. She jumped when he pinched her clit, it caused a shock of sensation to run through her quickly. Her pussy immediately lubricated, as if on demand, soaking his cock. It also left her feeling a little strange, which was annoying. She tried to move her arms, but realized he'd been successful in binding her. She was stuck.
 
Nick felt it the moment her body reacted, liquid lightly started to wet his scrotum as he had pushed himself into her up to the hilt. He grunted and slapped both of her hips enthusiastically. "Mmmmmm, I told you that you were going to be my slut, Elsy, but I never imagined your body was going to 'enjoy' it so much," he said to her cruelly, knowing that this wasn't something she was classifying as fun at all, "Feeling betrayed by your own pussy, my little cum vessel?" And with that he began to hump his helpless quarry with reckless abandon, grunting as his hips mushed her face repeatedly against the glass. He closed his eyes, groaning and grunting in pleasure, enjoying the soft, submissive, helpless silk that was wrapped around his meat. He bared his teeth and ground himself into her, claiming her body as his territory, using her. When he could feel himself working towards a climax, though, he slowed himself...

He was sharply aware that climaxing inside her like this wouldn't be the same to her as other times; it wasn't going to make her feel 'complete' or 'right', but still... he had other plans.
 
She gritted her teeth angrily when he began taunting her about what her body did when he pinched her clit. She didn't feel betrayed by her body. Her body knew him as a lover, it recognized him as being something good. When he touched her her body almost always felt pleasure, whether or not her mind was feeling it too. And honestly, she would rather be wet for this rape than dry. It would hurt a lot more being dry. If her body was going to betray her by making it less painful, then so be it.

This didn't even feel like sex to her. His mercilessly animalistic humping didn't even feel like him. She could barely recognize that it was his cock inside of her. His grunting didn't even sound the same as it did when they were messing around. His little cum vessel? That was probably one of the worst things he'd ever called her. Like she was nothing to him but a waste basket or something.
 
He stroked himself several more times with her body, with her pussy, as if she were his personal sex toy. He had more than once thought that she was made for him, but this side of his nature seemed to think she was made for his pleasure, for his cock. When Nick knew that if he didn't stop he was going to come, he grunted and shoved her hips forward off of him, pulling out of her. He smiled at her bent over body and moaned happily, letting the noise slowly change into a chuckle. She was still Elsa, but right now she was also a toy, an object... and the thought drove him wild enough that he had to close his eyes and stop looking at her for a moment. When he opened them again, he reached out quickly to grab her shoulders and arms. He yanked her down from behind, dropping onto her ass with another thud.

He pulled her up onto her knees and walked in front of her, that evil smirk of a grin lining his face. He grabbed her chin and pulled her face up to his cock. It was easy enough to tell what he was demanding. He wondered briefly just how tempted she might be to bite him in this moment, but he knew... deeply... that she wouldn't. More importantly he knew why she wouldn't, and in that moment he really had crossed over completely. He had used her fear and her anger against her, but now he was actually going to use her love for him against her, trusting it to disarm her of the only defense she'd have against his next assault with it.
 
Was she going to do it? After everything he'd done to her this night, was she really going to suck his cock, or at least willingly take it in, not bite him, and let him face fuck her? She glared up at him when he held her chin and pulled it right up next to his throbbing member. She knew he wouldn't bite him. Angry as she was, she had agreed to this. She had agreed that she would be his victim. She wasn't going to resent him for any of this. How could she? She had said she would do it, and she had to hold to her word. She hesitated a few moments, prolonging the agony even though she'd known from the first instant he'd pulled her face up to his cock what she was going to do.

She opened her mouth and leaned up, letting her lips slide over the head. He throbbed in her mouth, he was obviously very close to the edge. It wouldn't take much time in her mouth for him to blow his load, probably directly down her throat. She didn't move any more than that though. She'd taken him into her mouth, and that was all she was giving him. He was going to have to take the rest.
 
His grin broadened as she took his head between her lips, giving in, as he knew she would. She obviously didn't want to give him any more than acceptance, though, which was just fine. He almost laughed; he'd be more than happy to take her face and use it. He was slow, deliberate, letting her watch his movements and anticipate what was coming (the added benefit being that it kept him from immediately blowing his load. His hands slowly moved past her face to the back of her head, and even more slowly took hold, intertwining his fingers with her hair. He had a good hold, and still he made her wait, looking down in her eyes and grinning at her. Nick flexed his fingers, grit his teeth a little as he smiled... and then rammed himself into her mouth, finding and filling the back of her throat, territory she'd only let him into once. He held hard with his hands, holding her nose against his body, nestled in skin and hair.

He groaned loudly, ignoring any noise she was making. He let himself throb there in her mouth, in her throat. He was very close. He grabbed her hair and pulled back out, ramming himself into her throat once more. He grunted hard and then quickly fucked her face in short but deep thrusts until he could take it no more... and then, instead of climaxing in her throat or her mouth (as she had always chosen to take his seed), he pulled out. He grabbed his cock and aimed at her face and neck, shooting seed over her. He stood there for a long moment as he finished, just trying to catch his breath.

If she had thought that the climax would bring the normal Nick back, her Nick, she was mistaken. When he spoke again, it was still with that same twisted smirk, "My, my, what a mess. We should really get you cleaned up, babe." He winked at her, feeling a delicious thrill at what he was going to do next.
 
She had half-hoped that the normal Nick would come back after he climaxed, but she was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen. And it didn't. He shot his seed all over her face, after nearly ripping her throat up with his powerful thrusts, and she was immediately alarmed. She was okay with him cumming inside of her, either in her pussy or her mouth, but cumming on her had never really been something she was okay with. Especially now that they were in this situation, she wasn't okay with it. But he'd done it anyway. And he seemed to have a plan for what to do to her next.

(Sorry it's so short!)
 
(np =D)

He leaned against a nearby chair for a support, just looking at her until he felt his strength back. He watched his seed dripping off her face. Finally he decided, grinning to himself at the thought, he needed to move, or there wouldn't be enough stuck to her face to 'clean' up. He grabbed her by the arm and her hair again, and started to drag her across the carpet, and then over the tile as he pulled her into the master bathroom. He ungracefully tugged her into the shower, not the tub, and pushed her into one of the corners. The shower, however, was just another tease of his. He stepped inside the shower with her and stood in front of her with a look that could only be described as maniacal. He was incredibly excited, but his cock had already softened considerably. He watched her, hoping she'd guess what he was about to do. He lifted his penis, and pointed it at her.

In the next moment, he was urinating on her. This, apparently, was his idea of cleaning her up. He made sure to hit a few of the spots of his cum, just for show, but (although he didn't attempt to avoid her face) he quickly set himself to making sure her whole body got pretty drenched. When he ran out of urine, he shook the last droplets on her and in one quick move, reached behind her and loosened her bonds. He didn't untie her completely, but made sure that with about 15 minutes of wriggling she'd be able to finish the job. He smiled down at her and blew her an incredibly sarcastic kiss, walking out and leaving her on the floor of the shower, naked, and soaked in cum and urine.

He went back to the Master bedroom and sat in one of the easy chairs, closing his eyes, finally satisfied...

Of course... that meant that he slowly started coming back to himself... and guilt, like a suffocating blanket, started to pull over his head. He pulled his knees up into the chair, but didn't go to her. He couldn't...
 
She growled as he dragged her across the rough carpet, her ass getting rug burns as he pulled her along. There was nothing she could do about the cum dripping off of her, her hands were bound. All she could do was keep her lips sealed tight so that none of it would get in her mouth. She stumbled into the shower and then fell into one of the corners, cringing there as he lifted his penis and pointed it at her. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was going to do. Then she quickly squeezed her eyes shut just as she felt the hot liquid hit her. He was pissing on her. She felt the spray move around her body, covering her completely in his liquid waste.

Then he left her there, loosely bound. She immediately began to work at the binding, and it did take her about 15 minutes to undo. Once she got it off she threw the wire out into the hallway passed the bathroom door. She stood up and turned the shower on, feeling the ice cold water hitting her. It was better than cum and piss. She took the cold shower and then stumbled out into the hall. She looked towards the master bedroom but then turned away. She went to the closet and pulled out a robe. Then she went out to the living room and collapsed on the futon, quickly passing out.
 
Nick heard the shower come on (as well as the electrical cord being flung from the bathroom) and hung his head against his knees. Everything that had happened was quite clear in his mind, everything he had been thinking, everything he had done, and every choice he had made. He rubbed his temples. He had known exactly the sort of thing that was going to happen when she agreed to this, and somehow it didn't make this moment any better. He closed his eyes and listened to the shower run, suddenly desperate for the slightest hint of her presence. He swallowed hard. He didn't deserve her; he certainly didn't deserve to hope that she'd stay now, after everything he'd done, but he was clinging to that hope.

When he heard the shower stop, he looked up. He stayed glued to the chair with his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't going to run to her and beg her to stay, though that's exactly what he wanted to do. No, if she wanted to leave, if it had been too terrible for her to keep the promise that she'd made, he wasn't going to make it harder for her to leave him. It was hard not to think that that would be the best thing for her. He strained to listen for the slamming of the front door. He watched the door to the bathroom for any hint of opening. Neither door gave any hint of being disturbed. He tried to stay still, but seconds started to pass to minutes. Finally, he looked at the clock and realized it had been close to half an hour since he heard the water stop. He took a deep breath and stood up. He walked to his closet and pulled on a pair of the kind of pj pants he typically wore, not wanting to confront her with his nudity again today... or tonight. It was close to 8 now, he'd spent most of the day abusing her. He grumbled to himself and walked quietly out into the beach house.

It didn't take long to find her, sleeping on the futon. The moment he saw her he had to close his eyes, his fists clenching. "Sweet mercy," he said under his breath. The bruises on her face and wrists filled him with self-loathing. He couldn't help thinking that if he had found her looking like this at the hands of anyone else, he'd be out there right now trying to kill that man. He forced his eyes back open and felt his heart try to shatter itself into small pieces. He started moving before he realized where he was going, grabbing lotion with aloe, disinfectant, and painkillers from the medicine cabinet. He made some quick toast and brought everything over to the futon. He didn't try to wake her, he simply took one of her wrists and started to rub lotion on it.
 
Elsa jumped when she felt something take hold of her wrist. Her eyes flew open and she pulled away, immediately curling up into a defensive position. Then she saw it was Nick, and she saw the broken look on his face. She stared at him for a couple of moments and then sighed, letting herself keel over back onto the futon. She shook her head at him gently, "You don't have to do that. I just want to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." and with that she rolled over so that she wasn't facing him and grabbed the blanket that was there. She pulled it over herself and snuggled down deeper into the futon. It wasn't that she didn't want him to be there. She knew he was her normal Nick now. She could see it in his eyes. She could see that he was sorry in his eyes too. But right now all she wanted was to sleep, to regain all of the energy she'd lost in that primal chase and conquering.
 
He swallowed hard as she pulled away and felt guilt sting him hard when she looked up at him with the scared look in her eyes. She softened a moment later, but he still felt a little... uncertain. When she pulled away again and said she wanted to sleep, he interpreted it as a desire for his absence. He didn't speak until he was sure his voice wouldn't break. "Alright, Elsa. At least take some of the Advil. You'll sleep better," he said softly and stood up. He so wanted to curl up next to her and take her in his arms, but he felt that the only reason he wanted that was to feel her forgive and accept him. That wasn't fair; it was selfish. "I'll... be in the other room. If you need anything, don't get up, please. Just call out."

He walked to the door and turned out the light in the living room. He paused and tried not to choke as he said quietly, "Good night, Elsa."
 
She accepted the Advil he pushed at her, not wanting to seem like she was trying to make herself suffer. She wasn't, she just wanted to sleep. Her brain couldn't function enough to really be able to talk to him or even listen. She just needed to sleep. She sighed and nuzzled the pillow on the futon gently, her eyes squeezed shut. When he said goodnight to her she turned her head a little (keeping her eyes closed) and said, "Night babe," she said it without thinking. She wasn't angry at him, not at all. Just tired. So when she called him 'babe' in her sleepy voice, she didn't think there was anything out of place or wrong about it.
 
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