You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

For the next three days Frank keeps acting strange, showering me in love and affection and whenever we're in the same room he has to touch me, have me in his arms and I allow it but I feel increasingly worried, wondering whether it's because of the forced play idea or, and I hate that my mind has gone to this but I wonder if he's cheated again and is over compensating due to guilt. I plan to confront him about it, deciding I need to know once and for all when he and Ian get back from band practice but when Frank comes in the door his whole demeanour is different, his face harder and his movements more sure. I open my mouth to ask what's wrong when he marches over to me and slaps his hand over my mouth as he steps around and wraps his other arm around me, pinning my arms by my sides as he leans in and hisses in my ear "You're gonna do what I want slut or you're gonna regret it" and a shiver runs down my spine at seeing him like this. He starts to push me towards the door but I struggle against him, trying to escape his grip which causes him to lose his hard grip on me and as I go to get away he grabs my arm and spins me around, slapping me across the face and I can't help the small groan that escapes my mouth as I fall to the floor. Once I hit the floor I flip over onto my stomach and try to crawl away but Frank grabs my ankle and pulls me back towards him, giving me carpet burn on the palms of my hands and I hiss out in pain as he flips me over and straddles my thighs, trapping my legs down as he leans over and pins my wrists above my head, leaning down so his face is just inches from mine. "You feisty little bitch" he spits at me and I try to struggle against him again but he leans down and I turn my head away from him, pretending I don't want it but he uses the position to his advantage and bites into my neck harshly, his teeth digging into my flesh and I gasp out in pain, the side of my neck throbbing as he grinds his dick down into mine. "No, stop" I protest, thrashing around below him and he loses his balance slightly, one of my arms coming free and I start hitting against his chest, trying to fight him off and he lets out a growl as he fists his hands in the front of my shirt and lifts my upper body off the floor, slamming it back down and I am winded, the air rushing from my lungs in a big gush. Frank uses this to his advantage and moves off me to flip me back onto my stomach and he grabs my arms as he straddles my thighs again and I hear his belt buckle clink as he takes his belt off and the next thing I feel is him wrapping the belt around my wrists, secured tightly and my arms are now trapped behind my back. Franks hands go for the waist band of my sweatpants and I thrash around, trying to stop him but he gets a good grip and pulls them down, leaving them around my knees and my mostly hard dick is trapped beneath me, rubbing against the carpet as I try to fight him off. "No please, please don't" I beg, my voice getting choked up but Frank fists his hand in the back of my hair and pulls my head back at an awkward angle as he says "Shut the fuck up bitch" before slamming my head into the floor, harder than I'm sure he meant to and my head spins violently and I let out a soft groan of pain but Frank keeps going, the sound of him spitting into his hand sounding out and a few seconds later the spit slicked head of his dick is pressed to my entrance, my legs only parted slightly due to my pants restricting them and I buck up, thrashing around still but Frank grips my hips and slams them back into the floor as he forces his way inside me with no prep and I let out a small scream of pain, pain and pleasure shooting up my spine and I clench my eyes shut, a small sob escaping my mouth as one of Franks hands come up to fist in my hair again, pushing my head down into the floor and he hisses out "Shut up slut, you wouldn't want people to see you like this would you?" His thrusts getting harder and my head still spins, my dick aching as it's trapped beneath me, being rubbed against the carpet as his hard thrusts shift my whole body. I let out another pained whine as Frank keeps going and he lets go of my hair to slap me sharply on the ass and I sob out "Please, no, stop." Franks thrusts get harder as his hands leave my body and I try to struggle out of the belt wrapped around my wrists, the skin chafing and stinging and a few seconds later his dirty sweaty shirt is stuffed into my mouth, gagging my pleas and groans and I struggle even harder, tears running down my cheeks now and Frank shifts his angle, thrusting into my prostate and my eyes roll back as pleasure spreads through me and my dick is now leaking against the carpet. Franks thrusts get harder but sloppier and this rhythm is almost non existent before he pulls out and roughly flips me onto my back, my hands trapped beneath me as Frank crawls up and slaps me across the mouth with his hard dick, stroking himself right in my face and gripping my chin hard in his other hand to keep my face in place as he cums all over me, hot stripes covering my lips. I let out a whine as I free my head, turning it to the side and Frank scoffs at me and pushes my head away further. "You dirty fucking bitch, look at you" he spits at me before he sees my flushed leaking erection and he lets out a dark chuckle as he says "Oh, you liked that huh?" his hand trailing down to rub his thumb across my slit. The shirt is still stuffed into my mouth so I shake my head violently, trying to deny it but he says "Really? I bet I could make you cum" and he sinks his mouth down over my dick, his teeth digging in a little and dragging against my throbbing flesh as he slides back up and I let out another whine, pain and pleasure shooting up my spine again, pleasure only just overtaking the pain and when he does it again my hips buck up chasing the sensation but he grips my hips and slams me back into the floor and I let out another pained whine as Franks tongue digs into my slit and I can't help myself, my whole body throbbing and tingling as I cum in his mouth. Once I'm done Frank climbs back up to lean over me and he spits my own cum into my face, his hand coming down to rub it into my skin and I thrash around trying to get away, accidentally banging my head against the floor again and I still, my head spinning violently again and Frank realises something is really wrong with me and he gasps out "Fuck red, Gee" and he rips the shirt out of my mouth, gently picking up my head and cradling me in his lap. "Gee my love, talk to me" he says softly as he softly strokes my cheek and I try to look up at him but my vision is blurred and I can't focus on anything. "Gee" he says, his voice more urgent and I let out a soft groan as I say "Frankie, dizzy." "Shit baby I'm sorry" he rushes out as he gently lays me back on the floor, quickly pulling his pants up and pulling mine up too before grabbing his shirt and cleaning off my face, throwing it aside and rolling me onto my side, undoing my hands. "Baby I should get you to the hospital..." "No, don't wanna" I slur slightly and Frank sighs before saying "What if you have a concussion babe?" "No doctors" I tell him before saying "'m fine." Franks hands slide under my back and he picks me up, carrying me to the bedroom and gently laying me down on the bed. "Gee, my love are you ok?" I nod my head, my vision starting to slowly clear and my head is no longer spinning violently, the room slowly becoming still again and as I open my mouth to speak I feel the contents of my stomach rushing up and I roll onto my side and vomit all over the bed, not having any time to do anything about it, tears of embarrassment rolling down my cheeks.

Notes

The last part with the injury is based off a real life experience cause im just that retarded and clumsy : P