Tangled Rose by Abby Weeks Page B

sitting there looking at her like that.
    The last part of the movie seemed to take forever. When Rose finally saw the credits roll in she almost cried. She’d never been so relieved to see the end of a movie in all her life.
    “Now,” she said, “untie me, quickly.”
    She felt ready to burst. Her bladder was burning. All of her muscles in that area were as taut and tense as possible. She wasn’t even sure if she’d make it to the washroom from the bed.
    “Please, hurry,” she said.
    Fat Boy got up from his seat and it seemed like he was moving excruciatingly slowly.
    “Hurry, please,” she said again. She was desperate.
    But when Fat Boy came over to her he didn’t untie her at all. Instead he opened the zipper of his jeans and took out his hard, swollen cock. He looked really horny, really aroused, and Rose lost all hope.
    She started to sob.
    “Please, you said I could use the washroom after your movie.”
    “Ah, ah,” Fat Boy said, wagging a finger in front of her as if she was a child. “I said you could pee after the movie.”
    “So untie me so I can pee.”
    “I don’t need to untie you. Pee where you are.”

XIII
    R OSE LOOKED UP AT FAT BOY. She couldn’t believe he was actually doing this to her. It was torture.
    “Please don’t make me do this,” she said.
    His face was firm and stern. He didn’t react. He just looked at her with a cold, unpitying gaze. He was slowly stroking his penis while he stood there, looking down at her.
    “No,” she said. “I won’t do it.”
    Fat Boy laughed. “You won’t? We’ll see.”
    He got up onto the end of the bed and sat on it. He was by her feet, his eyes moving slowly over every part of her naked body. It made her skin crawl. His gaze made her feel as if horrible insects were running all over her. She tried to look away but she couldn’t. All she could do was look into his horrible face. It was a face she would always remember. Years later, when she would see Fat Boy, she would remember everything he’d done to her. Maybe one day she would even be able to make him pay for this.
    He was sitting between her wide-open legs, looking at her pussy and stroking his cock. He put a finger in his mouth and then touched her clit. Rose almost cried when he did it.
    “No,” she cried. “Please.”
    But it was too late. The sensation of Fat Boy gently rubbing her clit with his wet finger was too much. She tried to hold her muscles as tightly shut as she could but she could feel them releasing.
    “That’s it, bitch,” Fat Boy said.
    Rose looked up at him and felt tears welling up in her eyes. How had her life brought her to this point? How was God letting this happen to her?
    “Come on,” Fat Boy said and began stroking her clit more rapidly.
    Slowly, very slowly, almost too slowly to even notice, Rose’s bladder began to leak. She couldn’t believe it was happening. It was a surreal moment, even more surreal than everything else that she’d been forced to go through during the past few days. It was that very moment that she realized that everything that was happening to her was real. This was her life now. It wasn’t some game someone was playing with her. It wasn’t a trick. It wasn’t her imagination. It wasn’t going to go away. It was really the world she was in and it was never going to end. This was going to be her life forever and ever.
    “That’s it,” Fat Boy said as a gentle stream of urine poured out of her. He had his finger on her clit still and he moved it down to her vagina and inserted it.
    Rose was crying. She felt so utterly humiliated, so utterly worthless. Her pee was getting all over Fat Boy’s hand, making a mess of the bed, and getting on her thighs and butt too. She looked at Fat Boy and saw that he was leering at her with the hungriest, most lustful face she had ever seen. Once she’d started to pee she just couldn’t stop. The warm liquid flowed onto her butt and thighs and it was almost a comforting feeling. The