Jennifer hadn't felt so good in years. Breaking up with Tom was such a relief, once she got over the crying and shock. She needed a little bit of time to adapt to being without him, but now she felt free and productive. She hadn't realized how much of her life he was draining away until she had it free again.
Hell, she was even dating. Not to find another boyfriend, but just for fun. It was great.
So, when Tom called, she didn't feel worried at all.
"Jennifer, this is Tom. I've decided I'd like to be your man again."
"Uh, look, Tom, I'm not interested. I've been really happy single, and I don't have any interest in turning back. We're through, Tom, and you need to get used to it."
Tom laughed in a weird sort of way. "You don't understand, Jennifer. I've changed."
"Whatever, Tom. Look, I gotta go. It was nice talking to you."
Jennifer hung up, feeling a rush of happiness. She'd just successfully told him off! She felt like rewarding herself, so she went out for ice cream. For some funny reason, she felt like going to the ice cream store near where Tom lived. She wasn't sure why.
When she got there, she was surprised to see Tom sitting in a booth, watching her. Jennifer decided to ignore him completely.
The guy behind the counter couldn't have been more than sixteen, and was not taking puberty well. He was lanky and had an acne problem. She felt sorry for the poor guy, enough so that she found it cute when he couldn't keep his eyes off of her breasts.
"Could I have a fudge sundae, please?"
The guy nodded, and started to work, looking up at her awkwardly several times. She was amused, and decided to annoy Tom by leaning forward a bit and flirting with the ice cream guy.
She smiled as he handed her the sundae. Then she set the sundae down on the counter and took off her shirt.
"Uh, ma'am?"
Jennifer was perplexed and bewildered, looking down at the shirt as she lay it on the counter. She felt herself blushing, but also felt strangely dizzy. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to put the shirt back on. She looked back at Tom, and was dismayed to find him smirking at her, pointing at her breasts. "Missing something?"
"Fuck you, Tom," said Jennifer. Then, to save face, she took her sundae and sat in a booth, still shirtless, and started to eat it. The ice cream guy watched her the whole way, not sure of what to say. Other patrons looked on, some with disapproval, some with curiosity.
When she got to her booth, she sat facing Tom. He smirked and was watching her, so she focused her attention on her ice cream. It was damn good ice cream. She felt relaxed, so she took off her socks and shoes.
Then, for no damn good reason she could think of, she stood up and took off her jeans. Everyone watched. Some applauded. Tom smirked. Jennifer felt herself trembling with fear and helplessness as she stood there in her underwear, but was still incapable of redressing herself.
She fled the place immediately. Tom left behind her.
When she got to her car, Tom called out to her. "Jennifer, wait up. I have something to tell you."
Turning herself to show off as little flesh as possible considering her partial nudity, Jennifer waited for him. He took his time; Jennifer was feeling very cold, but was shivering for other reasons.
"Jennifer, you were always a bitch to me. You lied to me, and you never treated me right. Then you off and left me. What the fuck?"
"I left you because you're an asshole, Tom. Now, fuck off."
"I'm not done yet, so sit down." Jennifer found herself sitting down on the cold asphalt, her bare legs uncomfortable against the rough ground.
"Good. Anyway, after you left me, I discovered something. Something that lets me control you. So now our relationship is back on, and it goes my way."
"You wish, Tom," Jennifer said, her voice wavering. What he had to say had a ring of truth in it. Jennifer was feeling very submissive, sitting down half-naked in front of him. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.
"You'll be moving in next week. I'll spend this week fucking you. You won't enjoy it. Next week, you'll be constantly horny, and desperate for sex, but you know what? Too bad. You won't be able to masturbate, and I'll be fucking other women. Prettier women. Maybe a little fifteen year old. You'll quit your job, too, and just clean up house. Maybe if I'm in a nice mood, I'll let you fuck the dog or something once in a while, but for the rest of the time you'll be stuck in a constant state of sexual frustration, the same way I was when you weren't in the mood. Eventually, I'll probably get bored of you and leave you on the streets - I'll probably turn you into a crack whore or something. But that's thinking a little far ahead. This week we're going to do all the things you said no to. How do you like that, Jennifer?"
Jennifer was shocked out of belief. She was simply sitting there, letting Tom mistreat her! What the hell? She cursed under her breath.
"What was that?"
Jennifer shook her head. "Nothing."
"No, tell me."
"I said, 'Fucking asshole.'" Jennifer hadn't wanted to tell him that.
"Good idea."
She took off her bra and panties, against her will, and lay back on the pavement. He unzipped his pants, already sporting a raging erection.
She spread her legs. He pulled lubricant out of his jacket, and pushed his lubricated finger up into her dry and unrelaxed vagina. She clenched her teeth with discomfort, bringing another evil smirk. Then he mounted her, the tip of his penis at the entrance to her vagina.
"Don't do this, Tom."
"Yeah, right."
She found herself on the verge of crying. Why was she doing this? She wanted to scream, or run away, but she found she could do nothing but lay back, naked and exposed, and let him have his way with her.
"Wow, you know what, Jennifer? This'll be the first time we've fucked without a condom. Isn't that cool? And after all the time you were so insistent."
He penetrated her. She let loose what she thought would be a scream, but it was to no avail - her voice was silent. He kept thrusting, raping her with an animalistic ardor. Her vagina hurt, too tight to comfortably allow his penis to penetrate, but he seemed to enjoy that. Jennifer just lay there, wordlessly begging him to stop. She hurt so much. Then, with a twitch, he orgasmed. She felt a shot of hot semen inside her vagina, and convulsed helplessly. He relaxed, collapsing on top of her. Then he leaned up a bit, pinched her nipples, hard, and pulled out.
He stood up, getting dressed. Jennifer still lay there, forced to lie down naked. "Shit yeah. Next time, I'll fuck your asshole. That oughtta be fun. Then we'll start with the photography. Then I think I'll let some friends have a shot at you - after all, why let good pussy go to waste? But for now, we're done. I'll be breaking into your house to tie you up and rape you tomorrow. Be there and be alone."