Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 4

"So, what did you..." Violet started, before she was immediately interrupted.

"Don't worry about that just yet Violet. You've had a long day. Eat now and then we'll talk after."

She didn't have to be told twice and wolfed down two slices before she even started to slow down. She wasn't

hungry - she was famished. It wasn't until halfway through the third slice as the urgency faded, she slowed down

and started to look suspiciously at her guest. "So, what is it you think you know," she asked warily, "and why do

you think I'd care, or that anyone would believe you?"

James regarded her for a second, his eyes unreadable, before he started speaking. "You probably don't

remember this, but | helped you get hlast night,and my roommate, actually. You were pretty wasted,

and well, let's just say that after we got you here safe, | left and went halone."

"But your roommate stayed? And you let him do this to me?" tears started to well up in her eyes, "How could

you? You had to know what would happen."

"Of course, | knew," he countered, "I told him to go home... You gave a more mixed message, and he decided to

listen to you and stay a while. That's hardly my fault, is it?" "You're saying I..." Violet felt the sadness turning to

rage inside her. "I would never..."

"Shh, calm down Violet. Calm down. | agree. You never would. Not sober anyway." her guest reassured her, "but

you were wasted last night, so there's no telling what happened."

"I wouldn't," she whispered, pleadingly, less sure now that her righteousness faded.

"And | believe you, but that's not what | heard from him when he got back to the room this morning. Lucky for

you, | was worried something like this might happen, so I left my gopro on your bookshelf to keep an eye on

you."

"You what? You put a camera in my room?" she said looking around for it until he pulled it out of his backpack

and waved it at her to show her, he'd put it away already. "What kind of weirdo would... Why would you..." Each

question she asked died in her throat, until "What does it show?" She didn't really want to know the answer to

this last question, but her desire not to know was easily overwhelmed by her need to know.

"I set up my laptop in the other room, so we can find out any tyou're done eating," James said, casually

leaning back while he waited on her as if he didn't have a care in the world.

In the other room he'd hooked his laptop up to her TV, and he cued up the video. It started off in complete

darkness with muffled voices, it was only after a minute that the camera person took the camera out of his

pocket and put it on the shelf, they could see anything at all. Once out though, she could see the main part of

her dorm room that doubled as a living room and bedroom, and after a quick adjustment of angle, she had a

pretty good view of the whole space." "Listen," she could hear James's voice from the TV. "I know she said we

could stay the night here if we wanted, but she's pretty wasted man. She might be into it tonight, but tomorrow

she might be telling a different story. No pussy is worth a charge, man."

"It's fine," the stranger's voice said, "If she even remembers anything that happens tonight, it's not like she'll

remember who she did it with, Will you honey?"

Violet for her part only turned her glassy eyes towards them, and the camera. "Huh? What did you say?"

"I said you don't mind if we stay a while and get to know you better, do you?" The stranger said, repeated the

unasked question earlier for the poor drugged girl. "No," she said sleepily as she started to lay back down, "After

all your help, it's the least | can do..."

"See?" he said, turning back to his friend. "Aww, man - where are you going? Con. Let's double team this

slut." he called out to the sound of retreating footsteps. "Fine. We'll just have fun without you." he said as the

door shut.

"Where's your friend going," Violet said, this twithout rising from the bed.

"We don't need him," the short guy said, moving over to her bed, sitting next to her. "He immediately started to

touch her, stroking her hair and her back before letting one of his hands slide down to her ass and the hem of

last night's dress." Here it was. This was the moment when she expected to hear herself tell this creep no. To tell

him that she didn't want this. That he needed to stop. Instead, after another minute in which he'd pulled her skirt

up to grope her ass, all she did was sigh wistfully at the feeling for a little while, before murmuring, "that feels

nice."

"Does it baby?" her molester asked, "Do you want to feel even better? | know just how to give you the perfect

night."

"Mmm, yes please," she said on screen, but listening to her give in like this made her flush red with shame,

powerless to stop any of it. This wasn't what happened, she was sure - there was no way that she would ever

want to be treated like that.

"That's pretty much the way Thomas told it," James said, turning away from the screen to face her. He put his

hand on her shoulder, and to her credit she only flinched a little bit. "He said that you practically begged him to

fuck you, and when he wasn't enough for you, he... Well, none of that matters. What matters is that you were

drugged and in no place for consent. This is still rape."

"I can't believe I'd ever... "Violet said, tears shining in her eyes, "I wouldn't. | couldn't." She was on the verge of

breaking down again, when James swept her up into his arms and held her as she started to sob.

"Shhhh, I know, Violet, | know. It's going to be okay." James said, comforting her. Earlier she'd thought she let out

all of her pain and shame, but she was surprised to find that bottomless reservoir of hurt had refilled while she

ate. "Now you have all the evidence you need, but even that's going to be a tough choice."

"What do you mean," Violet asked, confused, "Why wouldn't | just give this tape to the police?"

"You could," he said. "You should, but there's spretty terrible things on this tape. And all those details are

going to cout sooner or later. Then everyone will know how much you enjoyed it. Everyone will know what a

little rape slut you are."

"What?" She did a double take, thinking she couldn't have possibly heard what she just thought she did. "What

did you call me?" she asked, pulling back away from him a little bit.

"I called you a little rape slut," James said matter of factly, nodding towards the TV screen. Violet followed his

gaze and could see that in the last few minutes last night's version of her had managed to lose her panties and

was moaning like a bitch in heat while her rapist finger fucked her with two fingers.

"Do you like that baby, do you like cumming on my fingers, or do you wantto find something a little deeper?"

he said, taunting her.

"Please... please... " Yesterday's Violet said between moans, barely able to catch her breath. But at this moment,

today's Violet watched, feeling sure that now would be the tthat she begged her to stop. She was bitterly

disappointed instead when the record instead blared out, "please - | need more. Please pleaseplease."

"Your wish is my command," Thomas said, standing and unzipping his pants. Violet was horrified, but she

couldn't turn away. She was a virgin when this video was taken, and she didn't even remember when it was

stolen away from her. As much as it hurt her to watch, she needed to see it. In fact, she was so focused on

watching her own deflowering as she leaned forward, that she didn't notice how James had shifted, until she was

practically sitting on his lap. She didn't notice until his hands slid up and groped her tiny tits, snapping her out of

her terrible tunnel vision.

"What the fuck are you doing James," Violet spat, venom in her voice. "Get offright now or I'll..."

"You'll what?" he asked, sarcastically as he pinched and twisted both of her nipples, sending a terrible mix of

pleasure and pain through her body that made her gasp in pleasure. "You'll let everyone know what an easy

piece of meat you are? That you're a kinky little cunt that loves to roleplay that she's being raped so she can

secretly cum harder? That will certainly make you the life of every party for the next four years."

"No, I..." deep inside Violet, the anger that had been boiling up inside her started to change as cooled into

impotent fear. He was right. Even if people went to jail. Even if he went to jail, she would still be ruined. "Just let