Richard groaned at the sweet sensations wrapping around him. He gazed at the blonde figure below him, her hair shifting as her body followed his thrusts, her lips were slightly parted. Her eyes were unfocused and partly closed. Soft, incoherent sounds spilled from her lips, egging him on as he moved his traitorous cock in and out of her slick pussy.

Anger flared inside him as he caught himself thinking fondly of her. "Fucking bitch," he said aloud, stilling his movement and bringing his hands to her face. "You filthy whore, giving yourself away to the sweetest bidder. A couple of drinks and you'll spread your legs for anyone. You don't deserve this... decency." Richard reached one hand up along the back of her neck, grasping tightly to the hair swirling around her on the pillow. His other hand grasped her jaw, roughly shaking her head until her eyes opened up to him again.

Leaning close to her face, he squeezed her jaw tightly, ensuring her attention to him would not waver.

"You're mine now," he hissed, "and you have a lot of making up to do for your behavior!"

As he spat out the last words, he yanked her hair, drawing her head back painfully and resumed his thrusts into her body with increasing fervor and vigor. He moved the hand from her jaw down to her breast and squeezed and pinched it roughly, watching as her body shifted powerless beneath him. Inch by inch he jammed himself against her body, and inch by inch her body moved further up the bed until her head began to smash into the unforgiving headboard in time with each of his thrusts.

Smiling, Richard closed his eys, frantically pistoning his hips as he found himself closer and closer to release. Grunting as he neared his finish, he leant down and drew her other breast into his mouth. As his orgasm ripped through him, he clamped his teeth down hard around her tender flesh, gripping it's twin with fingers digging into her skin, drawing blood from both sides. Panting, he felt his cock slip from inside her, twitching briefly as he saw his blood tinged semen trail down her inner thighs. Rolling off her body and standing, he strode across the room to the bathroom where the shower she had just prepared moments before had reached the perfect temperature. Glancing back at her, disgust and contempt plain on his face, he repeated to himself," You're mine now and you're going to make up for your disappointments."

Across the room, Juliet's eyes slowly flicked open and closed as her brain struggled to process what was going on.

Sound, light, sensation... all of it swirled around her mind in choppy pieces. Feeling as if her body was frozen, her mind quickly gave up on it's struggle to remain coherent and she found herself being pulled into the warm, fuzzy security of unconsciousness.

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Juliet moaned, attempting to identify the source of her discomfort. Her body ached, her head ached and she felt weak and drained. Turning her head towards her alarm clock, she groaned as the room began to weave around her, all focus fading. The light coming through her windows told her it was late in the day. Small memories of heading to the shower tickled the back edges of her conscious mind. She groaned as the ceiling light above her was suddenly turned on. One hand limply attempted to block out the offending beam, but fell short, flopping listlesly to the mattress just above her shoulder.

"Here, this will help the headache," a somewhat familiar voice said. She felt herself being propped up in the bed and automatically parted her lips to accept the pill pressed against them. Cool water followed, and after several tries, she was able to swallow the pill. She felt her mind begin to clear a bit as the person propping her up slipped behind her in the bed, cradling her body between his legs, resting her pained head against his chest.

"You must be coming down with a cold," the voice said. "I figured I would stay until you were more yourself."

Juliet mumbled an automatic and mostly coherent, "thanks" as she rested her head back. The deep pains in her body were becoming much more distinct as she lay there for a few minutes and she began to become aware of soft, rhythmic touches along her arms and across her abdomen.

As Richard's fingertips ghosted across her nipples, she arched reflexively, drawing a sinister chuckle from his lips. His hands repeated the motion, trailing down her sides and gripping her hips firmly as he shifted his body to the side of her, scooting them further down the bed as he did. Drawing his hands along her sternum, he splayed his fingers and grasped her hips again, roughly shifting her body back beneath his before sliding to her knees and pushing them outward to expose her blood tinged cunt.

Richard drew his body over Juliet's, grasping her chin again in his hand and turning her face to meet his. He could feel the loosening of her muscles returning and feel the subtle quickening of her breath that told him she was not yet unconscious. "Is this what you want?" he asked, ghosting his fingertips once more from her neck to her pelvis before angling his wrist and extending his fingers, pressing them forcefully deep into her unprepared body.

He smiled as a flicker of pain flashed in her eyes and her lips parted, but no words came out.

Juliet's hands twitched slightly as she attempted to raise them from the bed, but Richard easily swept them aside. Shifting his weight onto his supporting arm, he moved it to press down on her shoulder joint, effectively pinning her body in place while he continued to thrust his fingers into her.

"Is... this... what... you... wanted... to feel? Juliet heard the words, her body and mind finally connecting through the returning haze as she felt each word punctuated by a stabbing pain deep inside her. As she felt her body continue to silently protest the roughness, she felt the warm cocoon begin to flow around her. The reality of her situation began to vaguely register as she fell into her slumber. Drugged and defenseless, she was being raped in her own home by a man she hardly knew. A lone tear began to roll down her cheek and a whimper escaped her lips. The final sound she registered was Richard laughing as he leaned close to her face saying, "You're mine now... all mine."