Escalation

Time dissolved. It ceased to be minutes and hours. It became a loop of friction and impact.

Becca was pinned to the bed.

The Amazons had moved in.

One held Becca’s arms above her head.

The other held her legs open. Wide. Like a wishbone waiting to snap.

Art moved with the relentless, piston-like rhythm of an engine.

He was watching the connection point. The mechanics of the act.

-Harder, he grunted.

Becca tried to arch her back. Tried to meet the thrust. Her muscles screamed. Sweat slicked her skin, turning the silk sheets into a swamp.

-I... I can't, she gasped. Art, please. I need a minute.

Art kept pumping.

-Did I say stop?

He grabbed her hip. His fingers dug in, finding the bone.

-The doctor says your heart rate is only at one-twenty, he said. You can take more.

Becca looked past him. The thin woman was still there. Watching the tablet.

-Endorphin levels rising, the doctor said. She's fighting it. But the body is responding.

Becca wanted to scream that she wasn't responding. She was dying.

But her body was betraying her. The friction was too constant. Too precise. The pain of the stretching was bleeding into the pleasure of the filling.

-No, Becca moaned with a plea.

-Yes, Art growled.

He increased the pace. It was punishing.

Becca’s head thrashed against the pillows. The Amazon holding her arms tightened the grip.

-Hold her still, Art commanded.

The Amazon leaned her weight down. Becca was immobilized. A butterfly pinned to a board.

She closed her eyes. The darkness behind her eyelids was spinning.

She stopped trying to perform. She stopped trying to be the girlfriend. She stopped trying to be Becca Sunshine.

She just tried to breathe.

The pleasure hit her like a rogue wave. It was a nervous system overload. A white spark in the black.

She cried out. Sharp. High.

-Oh god!

Art slapped her cheek. Not hard enough to bruise. Just hard enough to focus her.

-Look at me.

Becca opened her eyes. They were wet. Unfocused.

-Who owns this? Art asked. He drove into her.

Becca sobbed. The wall was crumbling.

-You do, she whispered.

-Who?

-You! she screamed. You do!

Art smiled. It was the first time he smiled.

-Good. Again.

He didn't stop. The loop reset.