Unspoken Pleasure

Violet tried hard not to smile as he said the last bit, not wanting to reveal her trump card. "Fine," she agreed, not able to keep all of the petulance out of her voice. "Let's just get this over with." "Good girl," James said, handing her a lipstick.

"What's this for?" Violet said, examining it and discovering it was a shade of particularly whorish red.noveldrama

"I don't want any confusion or take backs, so when you decide which guy is your Romeo, I want you to leave a bright red kiss on him so we can compare..." James explained.

"You want me to kiss my fucking rapist?" Violet interrupted.

"I want you to kiss the man you think is your rapist, but I doubt you will succeed, yes." James' tone brooked no argument, and after a second of staring at him in rage, she opened the lipstick and started applying it.

He smiled and let her back to the booths, opening up the first one. Each one was a stall with a monitor for watching porn, and there was a hole in the wall that a cock was sticking through. Violet's mouth went dry, "I thought you wanted me to pick him out of a line up," she stammered.

"Yes," he said, "A dick lineup. What could be more memorable than The feeling of the first cock to claim you. This should be a walk in the park. Only a complete whore wouldn't be able to..."

"You didn't say anything about that before," she argued, feeling desperate.

"I most certainly did cunt." James said, a note of anger creeping into his voice. "I told you dick and..."

"Yeah, but I thought it was a figure of speech - that you were just being crude for dramatic effect," Violet backpedaled, her heart sank now that she knew that even though she knew exactly what her rapist looked like, it would do her no good at all. The only reason she'd agreed to this twisted game was because she thought that was going to tip the balance in her favor. "I didn't think that.. That you would..."

"Well if that's what you thought, then I guess you feel pretty fucking stupid for not asking more questions, slut," James responded, his eyes gleaming with malicious joy. "Because these guys came all this way to play, and if you don't want to now, then I'm going to have to give them a consolation prize, and we can see just how much you enjoy being a three hole slut like you were on my video."

"No, please," She practically whimpered, remembering that scene. She'd masterbated to that scene so many times it scared her. "Don't do that. Don't let them fuck me."

"Pick a dick then cunt, and I won't have to" he whispered in her ear, "If you play the game I promise you wont have to fuck all three of us today." It scared her that his words reassured her, but they did all the same. He would toy with her. He would torment and manipulate her... but he wouldn't lie to her. She was growing increasingly sure about that.

Reluctantly she walked towards the cock in the first booth and gave it a hard look. It was average sized, and circumcised. There was nothing about it that made it memorable, but the idea that it could be her rapist's cock repulsed her. She would look at all three before she decided, but based on the height of her rapist, she was leaning towards no. These things were supposed to be proportional, right? Did that mean that short guys had small dicks? Didn't people watch midget porn because they were hung or something? She couldn't remember, but these increasingly bizarre tangents swirled in her head as she walked to door number two and opened it.

The second cock was shorter than the first one at maybe 5 inches, and uncircumsized. Could she at least remember that, she thought, reaching back to the dim recesses of her mind, trying to recall if the glans that had been forced into her mouth was shiny or dull... hooded or cut. But there was nothing. Nothing definitive anyway. It was sad, because if she could have just remembered that fact, it would dramatically have increased her odds. Reluctantly she walked to door number 3 and opened it. The last cock was circumcised and bigger than the first two. At almost 7 inches it was thick, heavy, and almost certainly too big to be her rapist.

Slowly Violet walked back to between the first two doors, where she could see both easily. She noticed that James wasn't around now. Did that mean he was one of these dicks, or was he just filming her struggling to make this decision like the perv he was. It didn't matter. All that mattered is that she had a 50/50 shot of being free from his sick little games, and she was going to take it. Was he short or average? Was he circumcised or uncircumcised? These were the questions that went through her mind. Violet's memories would be no help in this. It was going to be a game of odds.

It took a couple minutes of agonizing over the two cocks before she finally walked up to the smallest of the three and with obvious disgust, left a bright red kiss on the dick's tip before stepping back. At an unseen signal, all three dicks withdrew from the holes, and a few seconds later, all three men started to walk out of a door to the back room. James was the only one still wearing clothes, and he had zipped up his pants. The other two were stark naked, and she was incredibly saddened to see that she had chosen Dimitri's dick, not Thomas'.

For a moment, tears built up in Violet's eyes, but she forced herself not to cry, squeezing her hands into fists so hard her nails dug into the tender flesh of her palms painfully to distract her. It wasn't fair. She had been so close to putting this whole thing behind her... she was a coin flip from freedom, and she had lost. Now she would have to keep playing James' games until he got tired of her, and who knew how long that would be.

"So close," James said, full of mock sympathy echoing her internal monologue, "But sometimes things just don't work out. What can you do? Don't worry, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6, and find some way to make this up to you." "Fine," Violet said, her disappointment obvious, "So can I go now?"

"Sure," James said, smiling wickedly, "Just as soon as you take care of our other two contestants, I mean."

"What?!" she practically yelled, "You said that I wouldnt have to fuck all 3 of you if I played your game."

"And you won't," James responded, "I'm leaving. I have a previous engagement, and there are some things more important than pussy." Then he turned to the two men eagerly advancing on her while she slowly backed away. "Remember guys, her pussy is mine, so use her other holes and have fun."