32 Kit
Past
The grungy pull of the wine bottle inside of my vagina felt numb to me now.
My tears had been drying up on my cheeks because I learned to hollow myself after the initial pain.
The three men were sneering around me, hating that I didn’t give them what they wanted in response.
My blood painted my thighs once again as they brutally hurt me.
I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever want sex again. As an Omega, I was made for it, but not for this version. I hadn’t been made for the ripping of my tender flesh just for them to delight in it. Nothing ever made it better, and I hated that this was going to be my life until I died.
When the men realized that I had stopped giving them entertainment, they removed the bottom of the bottle, finishing the wine with my blood that joined it as they drank it from between my legs.
Shaking, I knew my legs weren’t going to be able to stand once they untied me from the post. They did my ankle restraints first before doing my arms because they liked watching me fall on my hands and knees as blood sprayed everywhere from the impact.
Not my first time going through something like this, and just when I thought they’d let me heal, they inserted something else that ripped me right open again.
Hank, a worker for Saul, hung around, and I had gotten used to him because he tended to be my babysitter a lot.
After Saul allowed Damien to come patch me up, Hank usually snuck into my room to fuck me with my fresh stitches.
He got off on making me suffer more, and I knew one day I’d want to kill him slowly.
He’d drag me back to my room and toss me in like a bag of garbage before closing me into the darkness.
I didn’t even bother to move from the position I landed in on the floor of my room because it would take too much effort.
My eyes flickered to see someone had added spray paint to my walls in the form of two exclamation points, but one was upside down.
Some of the paint still bled the same color my thighs were coated in.
That insignia symbolized my hell, and I couldn’t forget seeing it bolded in front of me as I lied below it.
It only took another five minutes before the young boy was back in my room with his first aid kit.
He could already see what needed attention, and he swallowed hard because he hated doing it.
There was nothing like having to stitch up a young woman that had been brutally raped by a bottle of wine that a group of men held.
“Jesus, Kit.” He quickly dove to his knees and opened my legs for me to roll onto my back.
At least I didn’t have any lashings today for the position to not hurt as bad.
Damien didn’t even bother talking me through what he needed to do because he could see my state of not caring.
I felt it, him putting the flashlight up to look inside right before he threaded the sterilized needle to go in and begin making patchwork of my pink walls.
No one would want to touch me again, and I began to understand I had no future outside of this.
“Can you kill me?” I finally asked him the one thing I knew he’d hate hearing.
His hands paused what they were doing as he sutured me back together. “What?”
“I’m beginning to understand there’s no escape, so why should I keep suffering when it all leads to the same end anyway?” I rolled my face to the side in order to look at him better. He could see how dead I already became.
“Can you give me more time? Just give me more time to figure out a plan.” We had spent months together in this predicament.
He’d hold me after fixing me to make me have a few moments of normalcy.
A life that gave me hope for a future. Our bond wasn’t healthy, but we were attached to each other nonetheless.
We even whispered sweet nothings about ‘ what if’s’ we’d never have.
Him being willing to save me only hurt my heart more.
“You shouldn’t risk your mom for someone like me,” I told him. There weren’t too many years between us, but I hated his age being so young and involved in this already. I had no doubt that Saul brought him in as just a boy to begin desensitizing him to the world, but he turned nineteen last week.
“He can’t hurt her if I’m not tied to your escape, and I think I have a plan.
I just don’t know how well it will work, and you need to heal for a few days before we can attempt it.
” After he spoke, he began cleaning me with a towel to get all the blood off my legs.
Damien always gave me special care after I got hurt, violated by his father and his men.
“We both know they’re going to hurt me again in three days because that’s how long they allow my pussy to heal before ripping it back open.
That’s how long I’m giving you to get me out.
If you can’t, I won’t be mad, but I’m asking you to kill me before I get ripped open again.
” Wiping a stray tear from my eye, I was surprised a fresh one generated.
“Three days,” he promised me. “Rest as much as you can until then.”
Damien spent a few extra minutes with me each time we were in the company of the other, and he did again today.
Lying down, he held me to his chest to comfort me.
This was the only thing I had to look forward to, but it came at the price of their cruelty.
The boy wasn’t allowed to come into my room unless I needed fixed.
Seeing him was a double-edged sword. I loved having decent company, but it meant I needed repaired, if he came in.
We both heard the slamming of the front door before his dad’s voice ripped through the whole trailer. “Why is it taking him so long?”
The stomping of his father’s feet warned us that he planned to come to this room.
Saul was paying attention that his son didn’t coming out as fast these days.
Damien hurried and undid his pants rolling to be on top of me instead.
I could already tell what he planned to do before he slipped his long cock inside of me with a knot that needed relief.
His eyes were pleading for my forgiveness, so I gave him a small smile as I bore through the pain.
Tears began spilling because it hurt, and it would help sell it to his father, believing Damien took advantage of me.
When the door ripped open, his father found us in the new compromised position, making his son look just as toxic as him.
Damien was making shallow thrusts inside of me and acting winded as though he had been doing it for a while.
Saul had an evil gleam in his eye when he saw his son using one of his rape victims this way.
He liked that his son was becoming cruel, but he didn’t know we acted.
The slimy bastard was perfectly fine raising his son to become the monster he did.
“I told you we only had ten minutes, and you’re supposed to be in the car four minutes ago.” Saul crossed his arms. “I told you to fix her, not use her more after fixing her.”
“Sorry, dad. Hank gave me the idea because he usually comes in to use Kit this way. I wanted to see how it felt as her stitches rubbed against my cock.” Damien did a bigger thrust in order to prove a point to his father.
“And?” Saul asked his son.
“It feels so good, and her blood on my dick only makes it better.” Slowly pulling it out, he was brave enough to let everyone around see my blood coating him on his private area.
“I’ll give you a few more minutes, but you need to hurry up.
I have a meeting in the city.” Saul closed the door to give his son privacy to become the horrors in the trailer personally.
Damien slipped out of me, but he let his fist take hold of his penis and began jerking himself.
The others would know if he finished by the scent of his release being on me, so we recognized we had to do it this way.
Neither of us spoke about it, but I also wasn’t blind to the fact that Damien had been hard enough to insert himself into me.
He was more than ready to slip in, and I didn’t like what that meant for his future.
As his ropes of cum spattered against the outside of my pussy, it looked like it spilled out of me instead of being inside of me.
He saved me the pain I usually endured from Hank because Hank knew he couldn’t use me with his boss now knowing.
Tucking himself back in, he looked mortified by what he had done. He hated that this was how he had to save me. Taking his hand, I gave it a squeeze as it smeared some of my blood onto me because his hand had held his penis. “Just remember, three days.”
“Three days,” he promised once again before standing to leave.