No

This was not what she wanted. Comply with him for what? To be brutalized and **** again? Besides, every request, every plea she made to them, they ignored with exceptional cruelty.

"Fuck you," she spat. "You mother fuckers won't get away with this. I am done playing your sick game. I-"

Matt placed one of his hands on Nicole's throat and squeezed hard. It wasn't sudden but it was deliberate. His grip was strong. Very strong. So much so that air eeked out from her throat before she felt her eyes bulge almost immediately.

She attempted to wiggle out of his vice like grip but was afforded no respite. His other hand moved between his legs and freed his already erect cock and lined up with her sex.

"Play ball or don't. I don't give a fuck. No one is here to save you. Threaten me all you like. You aren't in the position to do shit about it, slut." He pushed himself hard against her entrance and buried himself inside. Dry.

Nicole again attempted to move side to side in an attempt to throw him off but he overpowered her quite easily. The pain she felt between her legs was excruciating, but that was beginning to pale in comparison to the pressure on her neck and the burning for air in her chest.

"Besides, you can't tell anyone about this if no one ever fuckin' hears from you again." He leaned in as his second hand made it's way to her slender neck and joined in crushing her airway. "I will fucking kill you if I believe you will say shit about this. No one will find your fucking body either, slut."

His voice was so calm and methodical, it was terrifying. Nicole couldn't breathe, she couldn't cry out, she couldn't fight.

But she could die...

All the while he began thrusting in and out of her mercilessly. Her mind for just a moment thought about how uncomfortable she was as her sex was assaulted with no lubrication and how it must also be hurting him, yet he still drove himself into her over and over.

"So I will ask you one more time; are you going to play ball or do I break your neck as I cum inside your useless cunt?"

Nicole couldn't answer. Not because she didn't want to, or was undecided. She literally couldn't. In fact her eyes were beginning to flutter and her body became weaker. She was on the verge of blacking out.

"I'm waiting, you piece of trash." Matt's grip only tightened and Nicole was never more certain in her life she was about to die. Her life depended on her response but she couldn't answer.

Maybe that was the point. Maybe this is what he wanted. Tears escaped the corners of her eyes and Matt's grip released her entirely. His hands moved to her hips as he began helping his thrusts, which were becoming easier to accommodate.

Nicole gasped for air and then choked and hacked.

"Whoops. My bad. Almost fucked that up, huh?" There was no emotion on his voice. He knew exactly what he was doing. "I mean, part of me thinks you like it. Part of me thinks you wanted it... So tell me, are you gonna follow instructions?"