Page 45 of No, For An Answer
His fingers dig into the back of my skull, and he thrusts back in again. The squelching and intermittent coughing sounds coming from me are encasing us.
“That’s my sick and twisted whore. Make me good and wet so I can fuck that tight little asshole of yours.” Thrusting back and forth into my mouth like a wild animal. I look up and notice he’s not looking at me anymore, in fact he’s looking at the scene in front. Yanking himself from my sore throat, I fall back.
My pussy is throbbing with the need for him to be inside me and I hate it. I hate that he incites this level of desire within me. Then again, am I any better than him for allowing it. He drops to his knees dragging me forward and pushing me onto all fours in front of him while he reaches round to unbutton and unzip my jeans. Positioning himself behind me, he drags them past my ass.
“I’m going to fuck your ass till you bleed all over me, Ashley, and only when you’re screaming will I let you come!” I feel him spread my ass cheeks apart and spit on my back hole. Jesus Christ, why the fuck am I so turned on by-
“Holy fuck!” I scream as he slams all the way inside my back hole in one fell swoop. Covering my mouth, he holds back the scream as I cry out into the leather of his glove.
“Fucking scream for me, you dirty little whore,” he chuckles from behind me as he begins to move in and out. Not slowly and not fast either, the pace is brutal, and my stretched asshole burns with the foreign feeling of him inside me. “Look at them, Ashley. Look at both of them burning. For you… For us.”
His lips reach my ear as he pulls me back against his chest, twisting me into this impossibly weird angle. Thrusting harder and harder, his movements unrelenting. The cold night air cutting into the skin on my bare ass. The sounds of his skin slapping against mine and the realisation that I’m absolutely soaking, drives me crazy.
“Yes! Oh my god, yes!” The muffled words press behind the hand that hasn’t left my mouth and I want him to take what’s left of my sanity with him when he leaves.
“I knew you’d like this,” he growls, biting into my neck. Marking me as his. “Just like I knew your ass would strangle my cock, sweet girl.” Just like the first time, he nips the leather between his teeth and yanks his glove off, pressing his fingers between my legs. “You’re fucking soaking for me.”
“Yes,” I cry out when he removes his hand from my mouth. My eyes never leaving the sight ahead of me as sirens ring out in the distance.
“I brought something with me, something I know you’ll like.” I moan the moment his fingers leave my clit but the feel of him halting his thrusts as he rummages through his backpack, I thrust back a little, needing more of him. He laughs, spanking my left ass cheek. “You dirty slut. Fuck your ass on my cock. Let me see how fucking bad you want it.” His vile words spur me on, press me to bounce up and down on him.
The pain soon turns into incredible pleasure as the fullness of him spreads up my body and into my hairline. The screaming from the car now silent as the flames still crackle in front of us. The moment his hand in back in view, my eyes widen at the item in front of me.
“You’re going to take this in your cunt. Nod, if you understand.” I nod my head frantically as the excitement of what’s about to happen hits me. He slowly presses the dildo inside my core, and I scream out with the pressure of penetration in both of my holes.
“That’s my dirty little whore. Now fuck yourself,” he growls into my ear, and I can’t stop myself from bouncing up and down on him, staring ahead at the crispy remains of the burning bodies ahead. They’re dead, they’re finally dead. The girls who made her feel less than the beautiful creature she was.
It’s funny how they thought, for a single second, that they were going to get away with it. I continue bouncing up and down on both his cock and the dildo that’s been forced inside me. Both our breathing completely erratic as I notice the fire truck and ambulance lights in the near distance.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. He meets me thrust for thrust, bottoming out and driving me crazy. Black spots popping in my eyes.
“Come for me, sweet girl!” he bellows, and my scream fills the air as the tears fall onto my cheeks.
Diary entry, Maisy
November 23rd, 2022
I’m writing this because it’s the only way I can make it real. After finding him fucking Fran, all I could do was cry. Then I realised if she was going to ruin everything I had with him, I would do the same for her. The moment Jesse turned up at my door, I knew it was a mistake. I’d never spoken to Jesse on a personal level before and I regretted it the moment I told him what I’d seen.
He didn’t believe me at first, told me I was lying, that Fran would never do that, and I was just trying to ruin their relationship. Until I showed him my phone. He became enraged, throwing my phone across the room and smashing it to pieces. I hate myself. I hate that I allowed this to happen to me. But it’s the only way that everyone will know the truth. I tried to console him but even that didn’t help.
When he eventually looked up at me, there was no trace left of the Jesse that walked into my room. He was something else entirely. He began screaming at me, blaming me for ruining his life and sticking my nose where it didn’t belong. Said I was a whore andthat if I was going to act like one, he was going to treat me like one.
The moment his fist connected with my face I knew my nose was broken. I remember everything about that night in vivid playback. The moment he pushed my head into the pillow and how my muffled screams bled out into the fabric. The way his hand felt as he pulled down my shorts and I begged him to stop. I even remember the song that was playing on the radio when he finally pushed inside me.
Huggin & Kissin by Big Black Delta.
The moment I gave up fighting and let him take what he wanted from me. Jesse Richmond raped me in my dorm room at eleven-thirty on November 22nd, 2022. He shattered me into a thousand pieces and took the last piece of me with him. He made sure I would never be able to come back from this. He told me that because of who I am, nobody would believe me.
Because who could ever love someone like me.
Maisy.
Ashley
Jesse Richmond.
The cocky little shit who thinks he’s everything and more. The rapist who hides in plain sight and who seems to have quickly forgotten that his girlfriend is dead. It’s like the loss of his ex-girlfriend has given him extra player points. The girls in Brown University are fucking feral for this guy and I don’t get it. Ok fine, so he has the eyes of an angel, but I know what he’s capable of.
