Unexpected Events

*Trigger Warning : This chapter includes an event in specific detail which may have a triggering effect. Please proceed with caution. *

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Poppie

Richard II was nice and polite when he picked me up from the hotel. He wasn’t acting as weird as he was before, but he was handsy. He loved touching; he liked to slowly run his fingers across my skin just before touching me directly.

He had a good conversation and he didn’t cross the line, which I was happy he was behaving. After dinner we ended back at the hotel, in one of the designated rooms. The room was immaculate. It was a suite that provided a view of the lakefront. It featured an office area, living room, kitchen, and a bedroom with a master bathroom.

“Nice place,” he said looking around. “You girls get paid well,” he said walking around looking at all of the details.

“Thank you,” I said walking to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. I picked a nice year and retrieved two wine glasses from the cabinet.

“Oh let me,” he said, taking the bottle and corkscrew.

“Thank you,” I said as I turned on the radio to smooth jazz. I wanted to create an atmosphere where I could be alert while fulfilling my duties.

“This is a good year you picked,” he said, pouring the wine into the glasses.

“Thank you,” I said sitting on the couch. “Care to join me?” I patted the spot next to me on the couch. I wanted to get this over with so I could take a nice, hot shower so I could go to sleep.

As he walked over to the couch, he stared at me the entire time. His eyes were bright and wide as if he was on something but I wasn’t sure. All I did know was that he was not sober. He was sweating a bit as he sat the glasses down on the table. I noticed droplets on his forehead and a slight twitch from him every once in a while.

I know this motherfucker ain’t come here high!

This is going to be one of those fucking nights, I need to really be on guard. He smiled as he sat next to me, placing his hand on my thigh.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, taking a sip of his wine as I followed suit. “I see why my son likes you.” he finished.

“Thank you,” I said looking at him. He leaned back on the couch and swirled the wine around in his glass. He looked at the legs of the wine and then sniffed the glass. He glanced at me and smiled. Richard II took a gulp of the wine and smiled.

He was about to be high and drunk, I thought. Great.

I gulped down my wine and placed my glass on the table. “I’ll be back, I’m going to slip into something more comfortable,” I said, rising off the couch and heading towards the bedroom.

“Sure, no problem,” he said, sitting at the edge of the couch watching me walk away.This guy is fucking weird for sure, I thought as I went into the room and closed the door.

I loved the designated rooms because they were not only fully furnished but they were fully stocked with everything we would need to fulfill our duties as an Elegant Escort or Distinct Woman. Vanessa made sure we would have everything needed, nothing was forgotten. So if a lady wanted to change her clothes, the closets were filled with lingerie, gowns, pajamas, in all sizes for all of the girls that worked for the company.

There were only a few girls assigned to specific rooms therefore a girl wouldn’t have to worry about the layout due to changing rooms. 3 girls are assigned to a room and the room is booked when the contract is signed. If the room is not ready for the girl, then the date would be moved to another room due to the designated room not being available. This setup is for security measures, if there is a need for one of us to exit the premises quickly.

I returned to the living room and Richard II had removed his clothes, standing in his boxers and socks holding my glass of wine while he was drinking his.

“I heard you coming,” he said, holding out my glass, filled almost to the rim. I hope he shoots his load quick, I was not feeling him at all.

“Thank you, ” I said while taking a sip. He smiled as I drank the wine. I got nervous as he glared while I drank it.

Did he put something in my drink?I had already swallowed.Oh Shit!

I walked past him and set the glass on the living room table.

“Oh my,” he said as I turned around. “You are gorgeous,”

“Thank you Richard,” I walked over to him and stood in front of him.

He touched my shoulder and traced his fingers down my arm sending a chill throughout my body. My nipples instantly got hard. I wore a cute, light blue nightie which was nipple-less and crotch-less, covered with a sheer light blue robe.

He removed my robe slowly off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He stepped closer and I could smell his Old Spice body wash. I smiled because he loved the classics, I loved that smell. He kissed my shoulder softly as his hand found my waist. My breathing altered as I closed my eyes to enjoy his touch.

Richard II kissed along my neck up to my earlobe. He nibbled a bit, sending a spark through my chest, my nipples now pebbles. He carefully cupped my breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently as his mouth moved over my lips slowly. I could feel the stubble from his mustache. He was a good kisser, I thought as I moved my hand over his member. He inhaled deeply as I squeezed his package.

“Mmmmmm...,” he moaned, his breathing altered. He slipped his tongue in my mouth tasting mine.

The heat between us began to grow as he kissed me deeply. I slipped my hand inside his boxers and took a hold of his soldier. He was standing at attention. I took him in my hand and began to stroke his shaft.

“Aaahhhh....mmmm...yeah...,” he said as stepped back as I stroked him. I kissed his neck and he shuddered. He dick throbbed and jumped in my hand. He was ready to fuck.

“Ready to play, I see,” I said.

“Yes Ma’am,” he said. He kissed me hard as I tried to walk away to get a condom. “Where are you going?” I stumbled as he grabbed my wrist. My head buzzed a bit.

Did he drop something in my drink?

“I’m going to get a condom,” I said looking at him. His eyes were crazy looking again. I didn’t like the way he was looking.

Is this what Vanessa was talking about?

Is this why she said if things get out of hand to call Mr. Peabody?

“No need for that right now,” he said, smoothing my hair back. “I want you to suck it,”

I looked at him as he waited for me to fulfill his request. I kneeled down before him and stroked his member back and forth. A drop of clear pre-cum appeared as I stroked. I licked it away as I slipped him in my mouth. I cupped his scrotum and slowly sucked him between my lips.

“OH SHIT!” he moaned loudly. He grabbed the back of my head and began to pump himself in my mouth. “YES!....aaaahhhhh,”

I held on to his hips as he steadily stroked himself in and out my mouth. I hoped he would bust his nut in my mouth so it would be over. All I need is one nut and I’m done. He was a nice size as he filled my mouth, saliva dripped out the corners of my mouth as he slowly fucked my mouth. I grabbed his scrotum and massaged them.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” I hummed for stimulation.

“OOooo....FUCK....SHIT....aaaaah.......ooooo..,” he moaned as I sucked harder and juggled his balls.

He instantly pulled his dick out my mouth and slapped me. It took me by surprise but it was to be expected. I was told in advance. I knew he liked it rough sometimes. I grabbed his dick and held it as I took it all the way in my mouth and down my throat.

He pulled out again and slapped my other cheek. It was a bit harder but I could handle it.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he said.

“Waiting for you,” I said as I slipped my lips over the head of his cock.

He grabbed my head and began slowly fucking my mouth, sliding his cock in and out my mouth. My mouth was filled with his meat as he held the sides of my face, slapping me every so often.

He quickened his pace and held the back of my head as he rammed his mouth down my throat. Tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes as I gagged and choked while he fucked my mouth continuously.

He pulled out and smacked the shit out of me. I knew he was rough, but that I didn’t expect. I held my cheek as I knew that would leave a mark. I looked at him and he looked haggard.

“Get the condom,” he said as he stood back with his dick rock hard looking directly at me.

I got off the floor and retrieved the condom from the cabinet. I turned around and he was standing directly behind me. It startled me as I didn’t expect him to be so close.

“Suck it again,” he said. I looked at him and he was swaying.

This motherfucker was plastered.Shit!I didn’t want to deal with this shit.

Hopefully he will pass the fuck out after shooting his load. I leaned down and took the tip of his head into my mouth. I stroked his shaft and flicked his head with my tongue, awakening his soldier. I opened the package and slid it on the moment he was hard.

I spun me around quickly and bent me over the cabinet, Richard II spread my legs wide and rammed his dick deep inside me in one forceful thrust. Pain ripped through my cavern as I had no lubrication, nor was I stimulated. My tulips burned as I felt a thin layer of skin being ripped as it rubbed against the condom. He began moving in and out as he rammed me from the back. He grabbed my neck and pulled me towards him, arching my back as he fucked me hard against the cabinet.

The side of the cabinet was making an indentation on my pelvis as I was being pressed against is while he fucked me hard. I just needed him to come and for him to do it quickly. I needed this shit to be over.

“You’re just a bitch aren’t you?” he said.Great, he’s a talker.Even better. “Uhh...uhhh...uhh.,”

“Mmmm....mmmm...,” I fake moaned. I just needed to play this part to get this over with.

He slapped me hard again. I felt the sting across my face and my lip. I licked the corner of my mouth which caught part of his finger and I tasted blood.

“Take this dick!” he said as he rammed me hard against the cabinet. He squeezed my neck hard to the point I felt my breathing was restricted.

“TAKE IT.....TAKE IT.....TAKE IT...,” he said as he continued to slap and fuck me. My face stung with each slap. I could feel the heat on my face, I’m sure my cheeks were red with his fingerprints.

I think I’ve had enough of this shit. I needed to get to my phone and call Mr. Peabody before things get out of hand.

Suddenly, he pulled out and smacked my ass hard. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back towards the couch, me stumbling the entire way.

“Richard II,” I started to say as I faced him. “You need to stop!” Richard II struck me so hard across my face I fell onto the couch.

I was stunned. This motherfucker just hit me across my face. I turned to look at him, just to see him reaching back and striking me again! I fell to the floor. I had to get to my phone, which was on the kitchen counter in my purse!

I tried to crawl over to the kitchen and he grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me back. I had nothing to grab but the cushions of the couch which didn’t help me at all. I started kicking wildly and he beat the fuck out of my thighs so hard they ached within the muscle.

He stood over me and grabbed my hair, raking his fingers throughout and pulled me to the side of the couch while still on my knees. My mind is going crazy while I feel a trickle of warm liquid on my lip. I touched my lip and realized my nose was bleeding!

I needed to get to my phone.

He grabbed my arms and pulled them back, holding them behind me. He positioned himself forcibly between my legs and rammed his thick cock inside me. I felt violated. I felt this had turned from a sexual encounter to rape. He rammed me hard as he held my arms, pulling me back into him. My face laid directly on the couch, leaving blood on the cushion as he continued raped me.

“You don’t deserve my son. You’re a filthy bitch! You don’t deserve him. You’re My Bitch, Now!” he said as he rammed himself in and out of me.

I wanted to disappear.

I just wanted this to be over on what seemed like forever. He pulled out of me once again and pulled off his condom. He turned me around and slapped me again, catching me just before I hit the table. Grabbing me by the neck, he sticks his dick in my mouth and rams my mouth. When he realizes I am no longer compliant, shit takes a turn for the worse.

“SUCK MY DICK BITCH!” he yelled and smacked me again.

“Richard II, This is over!” I said, trying to get away. I tried to crawl away and he grabbed my ankles pulling me back. “NO!”

“I PAID FOR YOU BITCH!” he said as he kicked me hard as fuck in the stomach. The kick was so hard, it lifted me off the floor a bit.

It was like in the movies when a person gets kicked in the stomach in an action movie and it goes in slow motion. That’s exactly how it felt. It felt like I was in a dream but this shit was happening right in front of me.

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!” I screamed as soon as I caught my breath. I needed to get the fuck away from him.

“YES YOU WILL!” he said as he turned me over and climbed on top of me. He thrust his raw dick deep inside me. I wanted to be invisible.

He grabbed my throat and held me as he raped me on the floor against the couch. I grabbed onto his arms as he held and squeezed my throat. My air supply was leaving and he was trying to climax.

I was clawing at his arms, trying to force him to let me breathe as he continued to rape me. “Richard, please stop!” I screamed as he let go of my neck. He instantly hit me across my face. That felt like a fist came in contact with my eye. My vision was blurry in my left eye.

“You’re mine Bitch! I paid for you!” he said as he continued. He smacked my face to the opposite side and decided he wanted to change positions.

It was my moment. He was forcing me to get on all fours so he could rape me again from the back. I had had enough. This was not what I signed up for. As soon as he started stroking himself again to get hard, I made a run for it. I ran towards the kitchen counter.

He got up after me in hot pursuit. I reached my purse but he was right on my ass. As soon as I picked up my purse, he pulled me back by my hair and slung me across the room. I fell against the office desk in the room. He quickly walked over and slapped me, spinning me around across the desk.

“Richard,” I begged, holding up my hands. “STOP!” I screamed.

“It’s not over until I say it’s over,” he said as he punched me again. He grabbed my neck and started choking me again.

I looked at him and he looked crazy. He had a wild look in his eyes as he stood clenching his teeth together as he continued choking me. I needed to breathe. I was going to lose consciousness soon if I didn’t.

I started slapping him and hitting him, trying to claw out his fucking eyes, but he was determined to make it lights out for me. No telling what he would do to me, once I passed out.

I tried to pry his fingers from around my neck and nothing was working as I started to feel light headed. I was on the verge of passing out and I needed to survive.

I wildly tried to grab something off of the desk as he was trying to take the life from me.

My hand landed on something that would get him off of me - quickly.

Stab! Stab!I couldn’t stop as he was still squeezing my neck.

Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab!I went wild. I needed to get him off of me.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Richard II screamed as he finally let me go and fell to the floor.

I dropped the letter opener on the floor and collapsed. He wasn’t moving and he was bleeding - bad.

I needed help immediately. This shouldn’t have happened. I crawled to my purse and got my phone to call Mr. Peabody. I was dizzy as it was hard to see the screen.

I dialed Mr. Peabody. I was going down.

“Hello?” I heard Mr. Peabody answered the phone.

“Help,” I whispered.

Everything went black.