Carrie’s revenge

**SMACK**

She delivered another blow. Hung over, groggy, and memories of the night before still fresh in my mind, I tried to respond.

I uh, you, we…

“DON’T YOU DARE TRY AND LIE TO ME!” she interrupted.

“We both had a lot to drink” I said.

“Oh, so you’re saying I wanted you to RAPE ME…huh?!?” she replied. “Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself…be sure to let me know how you like the ass rape you get when I put you in jail.

As she turned to leave, I cried out to her “I’m sorry, maybe we can work something out”
There was no movement at all, as if my words had stopped time itself. Then after what seemed like an eternity, she turned looking me straight in the eyes, and with a glare that made my blood run cold; she said. “Work something out? WORK SOMETHING OUT? Are you out of your FUCKING MIND!?! You didn’t break my TV or wreck my car….YOU RAPED ME…THERE’S NOTHING TO WORK OUT!!!!!!”

“Please don’t do this” I said.

“YOU FUCKING RAPED ME!!!! I didn’t get to say ‘please don’t do this’ did I? No. I got to wake up naked to find my pussy filled with your cum.” She yelled.

In spite of the situation, my dick twitched from hearing those words come out of her mouth. In a last plea for my freedom, I said “I’ll do anything…just don’t go do the police”
“Oh, I’m going to go alright…and you BETTER be here when I get back!” She said, then turned and stormed out.

I just sat there hanging my head, listening to doors slam and eventually, her peel out down the street. Trembling I got up, got dressed, and went to work cleaning up the house.
It had been four hours when Carrie came back. Afraid she had the police with her; I just sat on the couch and waited. Throwing the door open, she stormed through the living room. “Follow me!” was all she said before disappearing up the stairs.

Following her up the stairs, I found her sitting on my bed. “I’ve had some time to think” she said. “About what you did to me, about mom, about you wanting to do something about it, the whole mess. So, I’ve decided to give you a choice. Say yes, and you agree to do anything I tell you for the rest of the day…anything, without question. Say anything else, and I will go to the police right now.

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as she stared at me, waiting for her answer. My only choice was to say “yes”.

“I thought that’s what you would say” she said “If I ask a question, you have to be completely honest in your answer…if I even think you aren’t, it’s the police. If I tell you to do something, you have to do it. It’s that simple. You can stop anytime you want and choose the police.” She paused, looking at me for a moment, and then said “You got to do whatever you wanted with me, now it’s my turn to do whatever I want with you.”

“Did you enjoy raping me?” she asked. I looked her in the eyes and said “yes”. “If you had it to do over again, would you?” she continued. I thought about it for a moment before saying “probably”. She glared at me and my stomach sank even further.

“Go get all my dirty clothes and begin washing them, then bring me a bottle of Gatorade” she said. I silently turned to do my task. Her room was filled with dirty clothes; I gathered them together and carried the pile downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I was startled to find two of her friends sitting on the couch watching T.V. They didn’t look at me, so I finished my task without saying a word.

I returned to my room to find Carrie lying on my bed wearing a robe. She grabbed the Gatorade out of my hand, pointed to where her clothes were on the floor and said “you missed some”. I took the clothes and added them to the pile by the washer. As soon as I got back upstairs, she handed me the empty Gatorade bottle and told me to throw it away.
She was still lying there when I got back. “When I left this morning, I didn’t know what to do…so I went to my boyfriend’s house. I never let him cum in me before…that made him really happy, but only reminded me that I still had some of your cum in me.” Her eyes flared at me. “I want you to lick my pussy until I think it’s clean enough.”

I felt sick.