"Come here, baby..." came the smoothly masculine tones of his seduction voice, and the woman thought she might vomit.

Although the man sitting on the edge of the hotel room bed was, without a doubt, very physically attractive, she was absolutely repulsed by him.  He was an asshole, first and foremost - she'd always known that.  But she hadn't known until very recently what a disgusting, perverted creep he was as well.

The young woman stood reluctantly over the bed, her arms crossed tightly, not under her breasts but over them.  She didn't want to give him the pleasure of looking at them, even though they were currently covered by her bra and shirt.  However, she feared that wouldn't be the case much longer.

"I said get over here!" the man said forcefully, his handsome face displaying annoyance.  He reached out and yanked one of her arms, and she tumbled forward in a heap, on top of him.

"There, that's more like it..." he crooned, grinning despite the fact that she was now slapping at him in an attempt to free herself from his iron grip.

"Let me go, asshole!" she shouted, and she managed to kick him in the knee.

"Ow!  You bitch!"  The big man moved quickly, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist and turning over so that she was now pinned on her stomach on the edge of the bed.  He positioned his solid body so that it was impossible for her to kick her legs any longer.

As she still struggled beneath him, her protests and curses slightly muffled because her face was pressed into the mattress, the man chuckled.

"Great...This is gonna be the first position we try," he said, following the statement with an even more cruel, evil laugh.

"Why are you doing this?" she moaned, unable to hold back the tears that had wanted to break free the entire time she'd been here in his hotel room.

"Two reasons - I get to have fun in fucking you - in case you haven't realized it, spitfire, you're quite hot.  And second - I get to punish your pretty boy boyfriend in the process."

"You son of a bitch!" she cried, a sob escaping her.  "I will never have sex with you!  If we were the last two people on earth and had to repopulate the planet, the world would never see another human being again!"

"That's where you're wrong, baby," the man said.  "At least about the having sex with me part...You will fuck me.  What'd I tell you earlier?  You want me to go to your little pals and tell them what I know?"

She swallowed hard.  Oh, God... This man was such a worthless bastard.  He wasn't a man!

Somehow, he'd recently found out about them - about her and her boyfriend.  They'd been keeping their relationship a secret, including from his tag team partner and her two best friends - because they were supposed to be enemies.  The man above her had threatened her - actually, blackmailed was a more accurate term for it.  He'd promised to go to her friends and tell them she was literally sleeping with the enemy if she didn't do everything he wanted... And what he wanted her to do was him.

Oh, damn it... She should have just told her boyfriend what this asshole had said to her - she knew that now - but it was too late for that.  She was literally pinned on her stomach on the man's bed and had nowhere to go.  And he wouldn't let her go until he got what he wanted, anyway.

Tears leaked out of her eyes as she continued to cry, and she suddenly realized that, in a way, she'd created her own prison.

Suddenly, the man behind her loosened his hold on her waist, and for that she was momentarily relieved - his hard-on had been pressing almost painfully against her rear end.  However, as she suddenly felt his hands on her again, she bit her lip in an attempt to stifle her cries a bit.  She didn't know how he might react, how he might hurt her if she sobbed any louder.

She felt him reach in front of her, fumbling with her pants until he had them unzippered.  He hadn't needed to bother with a button, as they instead had velcro where one would have been - and, one hand holding her firmly in place, he yanked them down.

Oh, my God... She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she felt chilly at the loss of her cargo pants, and then his large hand was pulling roughly at her thong.

No!!! her mind screamed.  The bastard had been serious - he really was going to rape her.

She bit her lip so hard she could taste blood, as, a moment later, she felt the man enter her roughly.  She had to fight to keep her utterances soft, barely audible whimpers as he battered into her, tears of pain and humiliation escaping her tightly shut eyes as it went on and on.

The young woman felt as though she could die.  She felt as though she wanted to die... She couldn't bear this.

And then, slowly, she began to withdraw within herself, into the deepest recesses of her mind.  Her crying slowly ceased, the place she'd found in which to retreat a safe haven.  And there, she wasn't being violated in any way.