[Fiction] Awake

[Evermore]

DISCLAIMER: This story has possibly traumatic topics to some. Rape, abuse, emotional torment. Can’t handle those please leave immediately.


BACKGROUND INFO: This story was based off a recent dream of mine. Names have been changed as have some details have been left out or tweaked.


I open my eyes and I the first thought that crossed my mind is why can I not see? My body feels heavy, my head feels fuzzy and all my thoughts feel like they blur together. I try to gather myself for a moment trying to piece together why I cannot see. The first one that is a coherent thought is pain. My arms and knees hurt, but why? I tried to move my arms only to find they were tied above my head. That would certainly explain the aching and heaviness, I thought to myself trying to stay calm, but the panic was already creeping in. Then I turned my attention to trying to stretch my legs, it couldn’t be that bad could it? The fear flared even stronger as I realized my legs were bound so that my legs stayed bent and far enough apart that when I tried to shut my legs at the realization, I could not. I felt a slight breeze run across my legs and between my legs and I realized with a shiver, I was definitely not wear anything. I start to struggle and keep trying to close my legs when I hear an unfamiliar laughter. It seemed like it was close to my right side. It made me struggle against my restraints. I did not recognize that laugh. More fear ran through me and I attempted to turn my head towards the sound, only to find I couldn’t turn it very much without hurting myself. It was then that I felt a sharp tug to my hair which made me whimper. There was a deafening minute of silence then I heard my Sir whisper in my ear, “Do not make a sound, Puppet”.

This makes me realize this wasn’t just in my head…What was Sir doing to me? Who was that in the room with us? Dozens of questions rushed into my mind with each twinge of the panic and fear that I was feeling. I started struggling harder and attempted to lift myself up, effectively winding myself. I hear the laughter of my Sir and this panics me all the more. His tone turns harsh, “Behave, little whore.” I desperately want to see. I want to ask him what is going on. Why won’t he let me speak? What is going to happen to me?

I hear the door shut, but I cannot tell what direction the door is in. I hear a familiar whistle and it startles me. It is my friend Jay. What is he doing here? It gets closer and closer until I feel his hands on my thighs. This breaks my confusion and makes me attempt to shut my legs in vain once more. I hear footsteps to my right and then an unfamiliar hand touches my face. I flinch and try to turn my head away from the touch only to have my Sir yank my hair hard. The stranger puts fingers into my mouth, “Suck them, little bitch.” I bite his fingers hard and I laugh soundlessly as he curses me. It is then that I feel a hard slap across my face. It was hard enough to make my ears ring. Jay’s fingers dig into my thighs hard and I squirm, silently screaming. Jay’s fingers then run up and down my cunt and complains to Sir, “She is not wet.”

Sir responds, “I can fix that,” in a cold and monotone voice that made shiver all on its own. I did not have to wonder how he was going to fix it as moments later I felt his teeth sink into my most sensitive spot on my neck, right where it meets the shoulder, a place he had marked as his own. The bite made me slightly arch effectively cutting off my air and making it worse. Then Sir whispered in my ear, “Your body is to act as if it wants this, puppet.” Panic ran through me once more and I mentally cursed him. How could he allow them to touch me like this? I shivered and tried in vain to struggle with my last bit of resistance I could manage before my body betrayed me. I thought that it was going to be when Jay was going to use me. I was wrong. I heard his footsteps closer to me. He asked Sir, “Are we allowed to abuse her?” I heard your amusement when you reply, “Of course.”

I felt more panic. I was so overwhelmed with fear and wanting to have an explanation that I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath only to let that breath go in a gasp when I felt the unfamiliar hands on my thighs. My legs were shoved further apart and I winced, I didn’t even know my legs could stay that far apart. It hurt so badly that I was distracted, but my body was still reacting for him and I lifted my hips for him despite myself. I felt the stranger’s tongue flick my clit gently and I screamed mentally, trying to fight the fuzziness that was slowly taking me over and Sir’s hold on my mind. The harder I fought the more my mind was slipping. Someone help me. I cried mentally. I tried to struggle once more, only to find Sir’s teeth sinking into my sensitive neck again. Sir’s hold on my hair was gone and I felt a bit more relaxed only to find it squeezing my throat moments later. Sir cut off my air in his favorite way, pinching my nose shut with one hand and his other hand firmly on my mouth. I couldn’t jerk my head away like I normally could do and was on the verge of passing out when he released his hold. I gasped trying to regain my breath.

I could only see a sliver of light, which made me realize I was blindfolded. However, the small sliver did not allow me to get a good view of anything, so it provided me none of the comfort I was desperate for. I could feel my body start to give into the strange man’s tongue. I was still mentally cursing Sir as my body began to tremble for the man. Sir started to laugh, “What a pathetic little whore, you’re disgusting. Enjoying being taken by force? Stupid slut, can’t even stop yourself from cumming can you?” I started crying when I felt the stranger push his cock into my cunt. I shivered and lifted my hips for the stranger. Sir slapped my face hard, “Pathetic, what use are you? Giving into someone else so easily?”

I heard Sir leave and it made me go from crying to sobbing, the tears soaking my cheeks and blindfold. Jay decided this would be an excellent time to start his physical assault on my body. He started hitting my tits with something hard and after a few hits I realized this was a bundle of cables. Between the pain and my Sir no longer being in the room, my mind was starting to feel clearer with every few minutes that seemed to pass. The stranger dug his fingers hard into my thighs which made me whimper. I was startled that I could make noise once more. Jay laughed and I felt a knife being run along my stomach, then my arms, until he pressed it against my neck with enough pressure it slightly cut the skin. I screamed and begged for my Sir to return. My sobbing starting all over again when Sir did not respond. Why had my Sir abandoned me? Why did he hate me so much? What had I done wrong? Hadn’t I been a good enough toy for him?

Jay had started hitting me with whatever he could get his hands on. My whole body ached. I lost track of how many things he hit me with after the fourth item. It hurt enough that all I started to focus on was the pain of it all. However, the stranger was not going to allow me to do that, he thrusted into me harder and every few thrusts I would moan for him and I could not help it. I tried to fight it and begged the stranger instead to tell me who he was. I received no response. I didn’t want this. Right? I began to doubt it as I came again on the stranger’s cock, which encouraged him further. It felt like forever that the stranger had been inside me when I felt him cum into my cunt. I felt a renewed feeling of disgust and hatred. I heard footstep approach my head and I thought it was Jay, only to find the stranger wiped the dripping remains of his cum on my lips and I snapped my teeth at him. Only to hear him laugh at me. I was disgusted and found I could not turn my head enough to wipe it off.

Jay had stop hitting me at some point and I hadn’t even noticed. Panic returned. Where was he? I only had a few moments to panic until I felt him shove his cock into me roughly. I moaned for him recognizing the feeling of his cock, it had been ages since he had fucked me, but it felt like I couldn’t get enough of him, or at least my body thought so. I started to tremble for him and came quickly, “Aw how cute, you really like my cock don’t you?...Ah… Such a pathetic whore.” Jay fucked me roughly, his hands wandering and gripping my thighs and hips in such a way I was sure I would bruise. Every time I came after the first, Jay began slapping me across the face hard. I started to black out after losing count around ten, then I finally felt him finish in my cunt. Jay wiped the dripping remains of his cum onto my chest and then I heard two set of footsteps and the door shut. I realized that I was alone and it was finally over. I started to cry once again and I waited for someone to come find me, or for them to come back to abuse me once more.

At some point I had fallen asleep, exhausted from everything that had happened to me. I was woken by the feeling of fingers being shoved into my cunt roughly. I didn’t know who was touching me anymore. I felt the remains of the cum that was left in my cunt be scooped out and wiped onto my legs and stomach. I was startled to hear Sir’s voice, but it was not comforting words which made me start to worry once again. “You are nothing but a useless, used up whore. Tell me why I should allow you to live, slut?” I felt the fear return in a quick way. I was too scared to answer and I felt Sir’s cock shove into my cunt and I started to cry again. I didn’t want his touch. I didn’t want him inside me. I hated him for allowing that to happen to me. Sir seemed pleased by my reaction and growled as he came into my cunt. “Stupid little whore, once I am done with you I am going to end your life. You don’t deserve to live you useless fucking whore.” Sir left without another word to me. Sir came back every few hours after that to use my cunt over and over again. I never said a word and nor did Sir. Each time he came back I wondered if this was my last breath or not. Sir did not return for what felt like many days. I knew when he came back it would be to take my life. I left myself fall asleep knowing that I might never wake again. I woke up the next morning in my bed and I relaxed thinking it was a dream, just a dream. I went to the bathroom and flicked on the light and went to the sink, splashing water on my face. I looked up and saw the deep black and blue bruises on my face and chest. Then my world returned to black…..