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- 1-Not Now, but Soon
- 2-No Returns, No Refunds
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“No Returns, No Refunds”

By Loup Garou

She woke up warm and comfortable, but
still tired. Very tired. Tired enough that her eyes could barely
open, and when she finally managed it, they were blurry and
disoriented. Despite her naturally 20-20 vision. The urge to fall
back asleep was strong, but something told her it wasn't the best of
ideas.

Rowena was in her own bed. Alone and
unharmed. As if none of the prior events had happened. Like they were
one nasty dream. Yet, she knew they weren't. They couldn't be.
Everything had been so real, and even now she felt the pit of her
stomach dropping out. She was far from in the safe zone. In fact, it
had only just begun.

Shoving back the covers of her plush
bed, Rowena threw herself around so that her toes could graze the
chilled hard wood floor. It sent a violent tremor up her spine. Or
maybe it was that dread again. Looking towards her bedroom door, she
realized it shut completely. Oh what would she find once she opened
it? For she knew she couldn't stay holed up here forever. He would
come and get her eventually... To do who knows what. Ro knew what he
wanted, yet couldn't figure out what would happen. Lazily her vision
was drifting around her room. Finally resting on the balcony's doors.
All she had to do was fling them open and dive over the ledge. She'd
be gone before he even realized. It would be a long fall. One that
would surely kill. It would definitely be over.

But... She couldn't. Rowena was never
one to give up. Never. She was a determined girl her refused to lose.
What could be done now though? There was no way to change the way
things were now... Not unless she could manage to kill him. Kill him
and perhaps move. To start a new life without strings or the constant
need to look over your shoulder. But how?

Ro realized she couldn't just plunge a
knife into him. He'd be half expecting it, and might now trust her
with anything sharp as long as he has her. Perhaps she should play on
his weakness. Fingers fisted the sheets surrounding her... What was
his weakness?

Oh yea... Her. Maybe playing her cards
right would get her enough trust to actually hurt him. Eliminate him.
That's the best she could do right now. Just bid her time for the
perfect moment. A spark of her old adrenaline over these sort of
risky situations came back. To herself, Ro smiled.

She hoisted herself from her rumpled
bed, and with a bit more confidence than before, walked over to the
bedroom's door. Her bare feet shuffled on the cold floor, and quickly
adjusted to the new temperature.

Yanking the door open, she finally
realized the noise coming from the living room. It was laughter. Not
Miles', but the TV's. The sound was nonetheless so out of place in
the current situation. Rowena paused, and actually gave a look of
confusion. She couldn't be seen yet, nor could she see. Only the
flash of the TV's colors and illumination in the darkness of her
apartment. She was unsure if he was awake or perhaps passed out on
her couch. No doubt he drank a bottle or two of her wine. Miles was
always a heavy drinker.

There was a familiar laugh followed by
a knee slap. Ok, he was not asleep, and obviously enjoying whatever
comedy show it was. Rowena sighed silently, but finally continued to
walk forward. She exited the dark hallway, and came right into Miles'
line of sight since she was to the left, his right, of the TV.

At first, she was sure he hadn't seen
her. After all it would be hard to spot a dark figure when your eyes
have gotten use to the brightness of a big screen TV. It didn't last
long, however. He gave another gleeful laugh. Ro could see his pale
face was turning red with amusement. It trickled down to just snorts.

“Hey Ro, glad you're up. You
gotta watch this!” He hadn't even taken his eyes away from the
screen. He could just sense her. His hand patted the spot next to
him, and like a puppy she slowly walked over. She took the seat with
no protest, but didn't relax into it. That is until she didn't have a
choice. Miles draped his arm over her shoulder, effectively pulling
her back to recline very close to him. Practically lying on his
chest. Trying to fit her new role, she once again didn't protest. She
even tried her best to relax into it. It was actually an easy task.
More than likely do to the fact that she was still sleepy. Suddenly a
bottle waved in her face in offer. Uh huh, he did get into her wine.
Glancing at the label, she realized it was a good one too. Damnit...

After the bottle nudge her shoulder,
she took it. It was about half empty. She thew it back. Drinking
deeply from it's long neck. She chugged down a few mouthfuls. It
would be good if she got a buzz. It would be good if she was buzzed
forever.

Miles too the bottle back, and Rowena
finally took note of what was playing. Ah... The Chappelle show.
Something that appeared so innocent in a predicament like this. Miles
continued laughing, thoroughly enjoying himself without a care in the
world.

And she hated him for it. Since the
beginning of the Harrison Hill deal, Miles had become more obvious
with his flirting and come-on's. Anyone who was around them could
tell he had a unrequited crush on her. Possible something much deeper
than that. She played it off. Only treated him as a good friend, but
he just grew in his boldness. And now he sat beside her. His arm
holding her close in a possessive manner. Even as he watched TV, Ro
knew he was keep sharp attention on her.

“Aw, you don't find it funny?”
He quipped playfully at her. Her shoulder received a light squeeze to
encourage a reaction.

“Humor is far from my mind right
now,” she stated simply. Miles said nothing more for the rest
of the show. She watched mutely, fearing the show's end. The end
meant he'd be focusing all his attention on her.

It cut to the credits and then
commercials. Miles shifted from his position, and Rowena noticed it
was to face her better. In his hand was that emptying wine bottle.
Not only containing about a fourth of its liquid. He held it up for
her to take it. She gladly accepted it, deciding to finish it off
herself. She needed it. She was chugging it again. Her empty stomach
protested, but she paid no mind. Just let it burn down your throat...
He waited patiently for her to finish, and it took her only a matter
of a minute. She could drink all she wanted, but she'd never escape.
Ro leaned forward and set the now empty bottle on the coffee table.
Ok... Let's begin. Far from ready, but what chose did she have?

He started by trailing his fingers
along her soft and full lips. Feeling their silk texture and thinking
about putting his own to them. Miles liked how she passed out when
they kissed. He wanted to suck the breath from her every time. He
wanted her to be dazed and lustful. Though the second part would be
hard to come by. God... Waited so long. Years. Just for this moment.
His pants were tightening with the mere thought. He had to make her
his officially. He needed to dominate her and make her cry. Hopefully
a cry begging for more or from overwhelming pleasure. But, he was no
dummy. He knew he wouldn't be getting much of that this first time
with her. Shit, the girl probably hated him with a passion. He didn't
care. Didn't give a rat's ass. Let her fume. It would do nothing. It
would change nothing. Fucking pants were too tight now. Far from
enough room to tent. He had to have her soon or end up painfully
aroused for the rest of the night. Yet the girl next to him did
little when it came to interaction. She was just a doll.

“You need a bit more wine, Ro.”
There was no room for argument. He stood, pulling her up with him.
His arm slid around her waist, and Miles went into the kitchen.

She had to agree, she did need more
wine. Lots and lots of wine. Let her become a stumbling mess, and
let's hope she didn't remember a thing in the morning.

Now in the kitchen, she glanced at the
clock. 1:35 AM... She had slept the whole day away... Or at least she
though it was only the day. Not more than one day could have gone by,
right? It was a stupid question to ask, so she said nothing. Miles
pulled a random bottle from her liquor cabinet. It turned out not to
be wine, but tequila. Didn't matter much though. It would do the
trick just fine. She took the bottle from him, and twisted off the
cap. And needless to say, she chugged a few gulps of that down too.
This one gave a strong kick to her stomach, and she stopped before
she had the urge to actually spew. She rested the bottle on the
counter. Also her hands braced themselves there as well. Her head
hung down, and Ro shivered. The alcohol this time.

Miles had only released her for a
moment, but came back up behind her. He wasted no time in letting
his hands start roaming. It was starting at her hips, but slowly
moved to cup her ass and squeeze. Rowena froze. It was now. The ball
really was going to start to roll. The hands kept exploring. Up her
back to her shoulders, across her flat stomach, down close to in
between her legs, and back up to cup her breast. All through the
simple tank and PJ bottoms she wore. Her breath caught in her through
as she felt the hands focusing on her breast and massaging. Massaging
and giving the barest of pinches to the nipples, which slowly
hardened into tight buds. He moaned behind her while pressing his
front against her backside. She felt his erection brushing her ass.
This caused another shudder, but not an anticipating one.

“I need this more than you'll
ever know, Ro.” And with that he was ripping off her pant
bottoms and sliding his hands under her shirt. It was then that it
dawned on her that he had dressed her and put her into bed... She
hadn't been wearing what she had now when she passed out. She had no
underwear on. Miles had dressed her in her faint and had down who
knew what else. It made her eyes water, but things were about to get
much worse. Her pants her now around her ankles, the chilled air was
breezing across her ass... Along with those roaming hands. There was
a sharp sting, and it took her a moment to realize he had spanked
her. Her mind was already drifting away... To those other times when
she was younger and there hands roaming over her body then too.
Another hard slap. This time she heard the noise echo around the
spacious and dark kitchen.

He as shoving her forward, but bend
over the counter top. Like some bitch in heat. She began to resist at
this. Her hands were pushing her up so she wouldn't feel that trapped
sensation.

“Aw, suddenly so resistant? Don't
make this hard on yourself. Be a good girl, and bend over!”
Miles shoved her hard down, and left his right hand placed firmly on
her upper back. Yet she was still resisting all of this. Rowena began
to whimper and shove back harder.

“Stop it, Ro! You're only making
this harder on yourself... You're only making me harder,” he
whispered roughly. She could hear the need in his voice... He was
getting to the point were he wouldn't be using words anymore. She
panicked. With a cry out, she was shoving from the counter, trying to
push the heavy male body off her own. She succeeded. In getting off
the counter, but nothing more. Miles was becoming enraged at her
defiance, and a growl rumbled in his throat. His hand flew up
quickly. A fistful of hair was grabbed, while his other hand grabbed
her arm.

“Don't do this, Ro! Last
warning!”

But she didn't listen, she continued to
cry out and struggle. He was thoroughly done with this part of the
game. His desire was clouding his judgment and his impatience was
almost tangible. He didn't waste a second. Jerking her back by her
hair, Miles slammed her head forward... It made a solid thunk against
the counter top. A heavy, solid thunk. Rowena instantly went limp.
There was no for here to react, and the blow to the head left her
dazed, but not completely unconscious. The girl sagged down as Miles
hands loosened on her. It didn't stop his assault though. He let her
fall over, and took not a trickle of blood oozing from her forehead.
His punishment had been quick a precise, and he actually felt little
remorse for the move he just made. In time she'd learn she couldn't
do stuff like that. That she had to listen or she'd get her.

From the floor she groaned. Her head
throbbed with a sudden headache. In truth, she hadn't known what hit
her. Or what she hit for that matter. She just felt the cold tiles
under her body. Her vision was blurry, but she felt a warm wetness
sliding down her cheek. And then something warm and heavy was leaning
on her. In her fog she didn't realize Miles was now back on her, and
unzipping his pants in haste.

“You still awake, Ro? You know
you didn't leave me a choice...” His words were hurried as he
pulled down his pants and boxers to his knees. He was kneeling above
her. So ready. Ready to claim her. But first...

“Up on your knees... Come on..”
He was tugging her up to a hands and knees position... Like a dog.
Still she obeyed. To dazed and confused to do otherwise. The blood
now trailed down to the corner of her mouth. She could taste her own
blood again. Coppery and sticky.

Now's the moment. The body was for his
taking. Her ass was bare and vulnerable. Her privates on display only
for him. He could smell her, a sweet, heady scent. Sadly, missing
arousal. His need was more important at the moment. Maybe he would
have cared more if his mind was cleared. But... It wasn't. Far from
it. He set his freed member right in the path to enter into her. He
could feel her hands and arms wobbling. No doubt her strength was
dimming. He'd have to be quick about it... No problem.

Without further thought, Miles plunged
into Rowena. It was a merciless act considering her passage was
barely moist. In fact it only kept him from chaffing; it didn't
little for the victim. The scream she emitted was an agonized called
that was cut short by his hand clamping over her mouth. It squelched
the sound, but didn't eliminate it. Hot tears were pouring down her
pretty face, mixing with the blood already there. He only cut off her
noise to avoid waking the neighbors, otherwise he didn't pause. He
started pounding into her with fast, hard strokes. It wasn't about
enjoying the art of love making. It was about fulfilling the need. It
had to be filled before anything else could happen. He just wanted
completion.

He was jack hammering her. Each push
caused Rowena to cry or whimper with her eyes held tightly shut, and
fat tears squeezing through. She'd never been raped, not even those
times when she was little. The pain was a burning one. The only
lubrication was the pre-cum Miles began to leak in her. He was
moaning in pleasure, and approaching his end. Ro couldn't hold up any
longer as she let her arms collapse. He paid her no mind, and only
tightened his grip on her hips. He was holding them up practically by
himself. It seemed like forever, it really did. Though it was only a
matter of minutes.

“So good... So good... Rowena,
I'm going to cum...” He was mumbling mostly to himself, even
with saying her name. And then she felt it. A burning heat filling
her loins. It irritated her already damaged insides. She sniffled as
she determined he was ejaculating. He was growling again, and hold
her hips tighter than before. He was paused as he left his mark in
her, but pistoned his hips a bit to ride out the sensation.
Finishing, he let her go. Ro fell over on her own. She was already
slipping into the darkness again. In the background there was the
faint laughter from Miles. He'd won, hadn't he?

No matter... Rowena fell into the
darkness once again.

Miles watched her battered body. Now
that he filled his desire he felt a twinge of regret for having to
hurt her... Even though he wasn't saying, he did want her to be happy
with him. Eventually.

Vaguely he wonder if it was a good idea
to let her sleep after hitting her head so hard...
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