Chapter 30 : Assaulted
Chapter 30: Assaulted
Callan
“He is such a slut, he makes me buy all these kinky objects.” Asher said.
“He just loves to be tied up or having sex with more than one person. Isn't that right, Tom?”
“Oh yeah, we had fun.”
You did, not me.
“Don't be a prude, come here.” Asher ordered, looking at me threateningly.
I didn't dare disobey and I slowly walked towards him. He yanks my boxers away but if anyone sees, I wasn't aroused at all and commented on that. They are too intoxicated or excited to notice, some of them already making out on the couch. Then Asher makes me bend over the bench and restraints my ankles and wrists.
“Please, not this.” I said to him softly when he pulled out the horrible mouth-open gag from his pocket.
“Shhh, pet. You are going to love it, I promise.”
After he fastened the horrible device on my mouth, he blindfolded me. In theory, the idea of being left offered like this to six hungry males doesn't bother me. But I have a really bad feeling about what is going to happen tonight. His friends tease and goad one another to go through with this small orgy especially Jude being straight. They all assemble around me, some of them jerking each other off, loud kisses being exchanged. Then one dick was shoved down my throat, past my gagging pint and began to thrust in and out really fast. As if it wasn't horrible enough, someone thrusted into me from behind without having prepared me, slicing me in two, causing horrible pain. My screams are muffled by the thing pistoning into my mouth. I tried to move but the restraints don't leave me any room to do so. Why is this happening? Everything was going better, it was supposed to be a perfect New Year.
I can't pay attention to what they were saying but among the groans, I distinguish words like slut or whore. When the guy cum at the back of my throat, I barely have time to catch my breath before he is replaced by another one. I am completely incapable of relaxing the ring of muscles in my ass, so each thrust the guy behind me is doing hurts like hell even if he isn't that big. Slowly, the realization that those six guys will do what they want for as long as they wish starts to hit me. I began to cry, my tears absorbed by the piece of cloth on my eyes. I asked myself the same question as always: why is he doing this to me? I should never have given him a second chance. I should have left last time. Why am I still here? While everyone around me is celebrating the beginning of a New Year, I try to retreat at the back of my mind, in my happy place and shut down the stimuli my body is sending to me. Pain, choking and nausea, I have never endured something as horrible as what is happening to me right now. I just wish it will stop even if it means death. I want it to stop.
I have lost count of the number of counts they cum into my mouth. Or how many times I had reflux because one of them shoved too far for too long inside it. A mix of semen, drool and vomit runs down my chin while they continue to abuse my mouth. The pain in my ass has dampened a little but I still feel the assault there very much. Someone pours something on my back, too warm to be one of their beers. When the horrible smell reaches me I realize what is happening, some of them are peeing on me. I have somehow detached myself from what is happening, something I have learned this past year whenever Asher hit me. I still register when my body is subjected too, but it is dull and I let it wash over me as I focus on happy memories. All that I did last was with Asher, the nice threesome with the stranger but I go back further in time to when we were happy, like a normal couple. The first time we kissed, the first time we groped each other, the first time he made love to me? By then, I am not crying because of the pain anymore but because I mourn what we lost.
After what seems an eternity of hell, the abuse finally comes to an end. Though I am still left restrained, I closed my eyes, wishing I would just pass out from pain or exhaustion. I heard the guy drunkenly bidding each other goodbyes. The blindfold was suddenly removed but I didn't dare open my eyes.
“Slut passed out.” Asher mumbled, opening the restraints.
But I am not so lucky, now that they stopped, my body wakes up bit by bit. All my muscles are sore but the worst is the huge pain in my rectum that seems to only worsen with time. Asher just leaves me there on the bench and goes into our room. I only moved when I heard him snoring loudly. I tried to stand up but fell down heavily, adding a bit more pain. I feel broken, I don't understand what I did to deserve this. This time there is no debate in my mind, I need to escape. I crawled toward the landline and dialed the number this Gideon guy made me learn. I don't care if he only helps me for a few days and begins kicking me out. I don't care if he is into this bdsm shit that hurts me so much. I don't care if he ends up abusing me.
Right now, I need someone to pick up the pieces of what is left of me and he is the only one I know that could possibly do this. Because the only other alternative is death. If he didn't come to my rescue, I will commit suicide and end of all. I can't continue like this.