****** Capture II: Trent by Bridget ******
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Capture II: Trent


"Bye, Aaron," I said, closing the door. Aaron was a guy I had met last
semester, through my friend Stacy. He was incredibly flirtatious from the
start, and we eventually slept together. Once.

I regretted that one-night stand from the day it happened. Aaron and I were
both attached, though my boyfriend and his girlfriend were both back home. I
merely needed to experiment, to find out what I was missing, since David was
almost the only guy I had ever slept with (see my first story, "Capture", for
more information). Aaron's football-player muscles appealed to me. But he
turned out to be a horrible disappointment, just a horny teenager concerned
with his own pleasure and finishing in less than two minutes, grunting, "You
like that? You like that?" the whole time. Besides, I loved my boyfriend David,
and I couldn't bear lying to him. I told him the truth a month later, and he
forgave me instantly. There were no hard feelings between him and Aaron,
either. David knew that it was my fault as much as Aaron's, and he also
understood that I needed to explore, and now I was satisfied.

Today Aaron had just stopped by to say hi. I couldn't help wondering if he was
hoping to get a piece of ass. I shook my head and smiled.

I lit the last candle and looked around, pleased with my work.

My dorm room, boring and ugly by day, had been transformed into a romantic
evening for two. My desk had been moved to the center of the room and turned
into a dining table, with a black tablecloth and a vase of dark red roses as a
centerpiece. Stacy and I had been slaving all afternoon in the dorm's communal
kitchen downstairs.

Candles lit the room, lending a softer light than the harsh artificial
fluorescent light I used to study with. The bed was made up with the black
satin sheets I had just bought. Old romance movies were stacked next to the
VCR. The radio was tuned to a soft rock station.

I was dressed up in David's favorite outfit: a cute little top and a long
flowing skirt. In fact, he bought me the skirt. He gave it to me on the
condition that I agree never to wear panties under it. I haven't broken the
promise yet.

There was a knock at the door. I opened it and pulled David into the room by
his wrists. I grabbed his keys and wallet out of his hands and put them on my
counter. I shut the door and backed him up against it.

"Happy anniversary, baby," I whispered, then kissed him. Our lips slowly
explored, then our tongues. There was no hurry. We had all night. When his hand
strayed to my breast, I pulled away.

"Dinner first."

For the first time, he noticed the atmosphere I had spent all day creating.

"Wow," he said softly. I pulled out his chair with a flourish, then took my own
seat across the "table". The meal was laid out: a chicken curry dish, with
fresh vegetables and a sweet mango yogurt shake David and I had both fallen in
love with once at an Indian restaurant. It had taken me months to dig up the
recipe.

We migrated to the couch after finishing our meal. I popped in a movie and we
snuggled together. Soon, as expected, David couldn't keep his hands off me any
longer. He slowly pressed me onto my back on the couch, kissing me the whole
time. I ran my fingers through his golden hair. I was overwhelmed with love for
this beautiful man.

He got up and led me to the bed, where soft silky sheets awaited us. I sank
onto the edge of the mattress while David shed his sweater and undershirt..

His smooth skin shone in the candlelight. I grabbed him by the front of his
khakis and pulled him toward me. I unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down
then grasped the belt loops on the sides and moved the pants down to his
ankles. He quickly stepped out of them, impatient for the treat he hoped he
would get.

He would have to wait anyway. I caressed him through his silk boxers for a
while, enjoying his moans of frustration, then swiftly disposed of them and
held his cock in my hand, in front of my face. He was hard as a rock. I rarely
perform oral sex on him, not out of prudishness, but because I simply don't
enjoy it. However, on special occasions such as this one, I like to do it, out
of love for him because I know he enjoys it so much.

I started at the tip, grimacing as his slimy salty pre-cum touched my tongue. I
hurriedly swallowed it. I licked around the head, sliding the tip of my tongue
underneath the ridge of his cock and eliciting a shiver from him. I smiled and
ran my tongue along the bottom of the shaft, looking up to see my love with his
head back and his eyes squeezed shut. Gradually I licked around the entire
length, suddenly flicking my tongue back and forth over one tender spot
furiously to catch him by surprise. His knees buckled and he grabbed my
shoulder for support.

Then I started on his balls. I reached forward and lightly ran my fingernails
over them, still licking his cock. I enclosed the head of his cock in my mouth
and gave his balls a firm squeeze. Then I moved as much of him as I could into
my mouth, still running my fingers lightly over his balls. He was moaning
uncontrollably by now. Pre-cum was making him slippery in my throat. My gag
reflex kicked in and I withdrew him from my lips. I bent my head down and
started licking his balls, his strong musky scent making my head spin. I pumped
his cock slowly while I worked on his balls...

When he realized he couldn't take it anymore, he pulled away. We wanted this to
last.

Now David started working on me. He stood me up next to him and started kissing
me. His hands roamed all over me. He pulled my shirt off and unhooked my satin
bra, freeing my large breasts. While my fingers clutched his smooth, tight ass,
his mouth found one of my nipples. He flicked his tongue over them as I had
flicked mine on his dick. I gasped and clawed at his back. He lowered me onto
the bed and lifted my skirt up without removing it.

He loomed over me, grinning, and then descended. At the first touch of his
tongue on my clit I jumped. He was incredibly tender. He lightly caressed me
with his warm mouth. His teeth grazed me ever so gently and I moaned.

David moved up and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined. Once again, I felt such
intense love for him I was afraid I would start crying. We stayed like that for
a while, just looking into each other's eyes. Mine were shining with pure joy.

I didn't even notice his cock waiting at the entrance to my pussy until he
smoothly entered me. I cried out in ecstasy. We rocked together in rhythm for
an eternity. I knew he was holding back as best he could, to prolong the
pleasure for both of us. I started fingering my clit. Soon we both came,
calling out with wonder and delight.

David collapsed next to me on the bed. I fell asleep with my head on his chest
and his arm around me protectively. I felt more secure than anything in the
world.

A few hours later, David stirred.

"Hey," he said softly, shaking me. I awoke with a start. "I told my parents I'd
be back tonight."

I walked him to his car. We lingered, kissing slowly, leaning against the car.
Then he got in and drove away. I waved until he was out of sight around the
corner.

I walked back to my room. The candles were still burning. I cleared off the
"table" and blew them out. I stripped and slid back into bed.

Just as I was drifting back to sleep, my door opened.

A figure stood there framed by the light from the hallway. I couldn't make out
a face.

"Amy?" I asked, thinking that maybe it was the girl down the hall wanting to
borrow my can-opener again. The figure didn't answer, just shut the door so we
were plunged back into darkness.

"Who is it?" I asked, starting to get a little scared. I thought of calling
Gretchen, my hall advisor, but the mysterious person was between the phone and
me.

Still no answer. I was naked under the blankets with no dignified escape.

The intruder closed the distance to the bed and I realized this was definitely
a serious situation. But before I could scream, something was stuffed in my
mouth. He (I sensed this was a man) threw off the covers and lifted one leg
over so he was straddling me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my
head. All this happened in one fluid motion, before I could struggle.

Finally he spoke. "You little whore, you're already naked. You must've known I
was coming," he snarled.

I didn't recognize the voice. I screamed soundlessly through the cloth in my
mouth. The man took one hand away from my wrists, holding them together with
the other, and fumbled with his zipper. I was struggling frantically now, but I
couldn't help feeling a little ironic. One of my biggest fantasies had always
been rape, but I knew if it actually happened I wouldn't enjoy it.

"Don't you recognize me, bitch?" he growled. I shook my head desperately. He
reached over to the desk lamp and turned it on. "How about now?"

Trent! It was Aaron's roommate and teammate. I had only spoken to him a couple
times, mostly when I was trying to get hold of Aaron for some reason.

He was in my theatre class, but he sat in the back and didn't talk much.. I
remember thinking he was kind of cute (definitely cuter than Aaron) but now he
was a monster, about to violate me in my own room. I couldn't move, though. All
I could do was fear for my life and wonder why this was happening.

My rapist didn't give me a chance to wonder for long.

"Aaron told me about you, you little slut," he breathed in my ear as he freed
his erect cock from his pants. "How you couldn't keep your hands off him. How
you paraded around in your short little dresses to tempt him. How you lured him
into your room and let him fuck you."

He put special emphasis on the word 'fuck'. Without prelude, he rammed his dick
into me. I shrieked, but no sound came out. The pain was unbearable. He went
on, enunciating his words with thrusts of his pelvis. "He told me you probably
fucked half the guys on this campus, you whore. Don't put up this little
innocent act. I know what you really are." His free hand had been toying with
my breasts, squeezing them in turn and twisting the nipples. Now he stopped
talking and grabbed one in his mouth.

He sucked on it hard, then bit it. I tried to maneuver so he couldn't reach my
tits, but he was all over me. He moved his cock in and out of me with
increasing speed. I suddenly realized he was about to come. I struggled twice
as hard. I was on birth control, but for all I knew, Trent had an STD.

I didn't want him to come inside me.

Just then, my door opened.

"Hey," David said, then louder: "Hey, what's going on?" Trent stopped and
turned, but before he could do anything, David was on him.

My boyfriend isn't a big bulky guy, but he has speed and agility, and knows
some things about self-defense. He's tried to teach me before, but I never
figured I'd need it. With some twists and flips that happened so fast I
couldn't tell what was going on, Trent was on the floor. David straddled him
and held him down; with the pain he had just inflicted, there wasn't much
resistance. I sat up and pulled the gag from my mouth. My lover motioned for me
to close the door. I did so, still trembling.

Trent moaned, "You motherfucker, I'll kill you," but didn't seem to be able to
act on his desire. David was very quiet, and in the light from the desk lamp I
could see a rage I had never seen before in his eyes.

"Do you know what you were just doing?" he asked, almost too low for me to
hear.

Trent didn't answer. I could see now that David had my attacker's arm in an
unnatural position. He made a small movement, and Trent gasped in pain. "I was
raping your fucking girlfriend, fag," he managed.

David smiled a truly evil smile. "You're about to find out how much of a fag I
really am," he whispered.

Next thing Trent knew, he was flat on his stomach on the ground with his arm
twisted behind his back. David looked at me and nodded his head toward my
counter. His wallet! He had left it there, which is why he had come back. I
thanked God my boyfriend was absent-minded.

Trent realized his fate now and started to yell, but I had thought ahead and
grabbed a pair of dirty panties out of my laundry hamper when I shut the door.
I stuffed it into Trent's mouth the way he had stuffed that handkerchief in
mine. I handed Dave the ties from my window curtains, which he used to tie
Trent's wrists tightly to my desk, and the belt from my bathrobe, which he used
to tie Trent's legs together. Then he stood up, confident that Trent wasn't
going anywhere.

He looked over at me. Immediately, his facial expression changed. "Baby, I'm so
sorry I didn't get here sooner," he said. He took two long strides to me and
embraced me tightly.

"I can't stand knowing I wasn't here to protect you." I smoothed his hair and
kissed him all over his face.

"It's okay, you're here now," I said soothingly. Trent was still struggling on
the floor. David looked down at him scornfully.

"And he will pay for what he thought he could get away with," he said with that
unsettling fury returning to his eyes. He turned back to me and kissed me long
and deep. "Watch him," he said as he pulled away, as if Trent could move at
all. David left the room and closed the door behind him.

At this point I realized I was still naked. I was in control now, however.. I
got David's jackknife out of his wallet and slowly, methodically started
cutting away Trent's clothes. With each new inch of quavering muscle I
unsheathed, Trent whimpered.

I started mocking him while I cut. "You called me a whore. But how many nave
freshman girls have you done since you've been here? What does that make you? A
stud?" I laughed, giving him a little 'accidental' nick with the blade. "You
sure look like a stud now, you asshole. Pun intended." With that last word, I
cut the last strip of clothes away. I started running my fingers over his back
softly. I kissed his neck and down to his ass, which clenched up as soon as I
touched it. I loved fucking with his mind like this, giving him pleasure when
he knew he was going to get pain- and lots of it. I poked my tongue between the
cheeks and moved it down toward his asshole. At least the boy showered. His
smell was strong, but not strong enough to make me gag.

My fingers followed my tongue, soon finding their way inside his tight ass,
despite how hard he was fighting them. All of a sudden I rammed two of them in
up to my knuckle. David always praises me loudly when I do that to him, but
Trent whimpered again in desperation and clenched tighter. I slid my hand
underneath to his cock, the one that had so recently been penetrating my cunt.
It was even harder than before. I smiled and looked into Trent's mortified
eyes.

"So who's the fag?" I asked. "Looking forward to being raped instead of being
the rapist?"

Just then Dave returned. I saw what he had and clapped my hands in delight. His
Polaroid! There are advantages to having a photographer for a boyfriend.
Without letting Trent see, I grabbed the camera and moved back around to his
face.

"Hey, sexy," I said and flashed a shot in his face as soon as he looked up. He
started struggling even harder.

David didn't waste any time. His khakis were unzipped and his cock pulled out
in an instant. It sprung to full attention as he knelt down behind my
tormentor.

"You're going to wish you never even glanced at my girlfriend," he snarled in
Trent's ear as he poked his finger into the exposed ass. Then he just pushed
himself in. It looked so smooth I would have thought Trent didn't feel it, if
not for the strangled yell he emitted.

David pumped at Trent's ass while I took pictures. Especially of Trent's face.
He was in agony. Not only humiliated, but in physical pain. I knew what he was
feeling. I had let Dave up my ass once or twice, but no more than that. David's
cock was way too thick for anal sex to be pleasurable.

I watched that thick cock in action now. The going was easier at this point.

David was moving a little faster. He kept leaning down to whisper in Trent's
ear, telling him what a pitiful bastard he was, having to resort to raping
girls for sex. Trent had given up struggling and was simply lying there with
his eyes closed. I wondered if this was out of resignation or because he was
enjoying it...

David finally came with a grunt. I made sure to snap a picture of Trent's face
as my lover emptied his balls into him. Dave savored it for a moment, then got
up quickly, as if he didn't want to be near that slimeball any longer.

Trent lay there, naked and trembling. David walked over to me and reclaimed his
camera. He brandished it in Trent's face and said, "You ever come near her
again, these will be posted on every bulletin board on campus."

He kissed me long and deeply and left. I waited til he had driven out of that
parking lot with the incriminating pictures, then untied Trent.

He flexed his wrists and ankles before getting up slowly. I was wearing my
bathrobe now and he was still naked. I disdainfully gave him the tatters of his
clothes.

"The campus is pretty deserted this time of night. Just try to avoid security.
They patrol the parking lots every half hour."

Trent gathered the shreds of his clothes and the shreds of his dignity and
left. Monday morning in theatre class, I made sure to wear a sexier outfit than
usual and give him a big smile as I brushed by his desk.


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