New Life

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Warning: Rape of a minor, well 16 years old.





Chapter 2:







The end of summer was nearing and as every year, mom went to spend some time in our summer house in countryside, bringing the kids along. Usually, Marko would join her and I would be left blissfully alone in a our extra luxurious two storey house; well, better to say Marko’s house, which he no doubt paid for with blooded and cursed money. When think better of it who was I to judge him, a successful opportunist: money doesn’t stink? This time around Marko let her go alone, excusing him with some urgent, surely sleazy job that needed to be done with intention of joining them later. For all that time I haven’t seen him luckily and I heard from mom when he joined them.



So, I had finally the whole house for me, not that I ever made spectacular parties or even invited friends over; I was simply happy to be left alone. And I got opportunity to search mom’s closet without restraint. Every time I got chance to roam it freely I’d find more and more new clothes and each time I was left breathless seeing and touching evening gowns, party and cocktail dresses. In all honesty I have no clue where she wore them in an impoverished society as hours, though I had seen her many times going out with Marko dressed like a goddess.



That evening I took bubble bath, washed my dark mane, which I let grow shoulder length and shaved every single hair from my body. While I was dark haired the only places they grew other than head were the base of my cock, lower legs and arms and there they were thin and soft. I was dreading the day when facial hair would start growing rapidly for there was a hair or two on my chin, which I’d usually pluck out.



A beautiful rose dress with black overlay sweetheart halter and empire waist was waiting laid on my bed together with think, black tights. I didn’t know if it was with all the girls but just thinking of sliding them up my bare legs would make me needy and…well, horny; a feeling that makes people euphoric and happy, but makes me awkward and sad. Drowning in such emotions, I put the dress back in the wardrobe, and wearing only black, lace panties and violet bath robe went to stand next to the opened window.



It was raining and I saw how it trembled on leaves before falling down on the ground. Delicate drops merged into one, rolled down from a leaf and landed on my cheek; I wiped it off automatically as I would a stray tear. It was warm, summer rain, which was soon to be accompanied by a fierce storm and lightening, just to settle down as abruptly as it started.



Suddenly the door to my room opened with a force and for a moment I thought it was a draft in the house that did it when I saw him. Marko. He charged into my room, not seeing me, bringing in the stale air and smells of alcohol with him and rushed straight to a small mirror that was situated on the wall across where I was standing. I was glued to the ground, all thoughts disappearing and I stood there unmoving, watching him pull the mirror and unlock something that looked like a safe, a safe I had no idea even existed in my room. He took out a wrapped parcel no bigger than two hands put together and closed it putting back the mirror and that was when he saw me. I neither spoke nor moved but only trembled slightly, as my body anticipated something my clouded brain had not registered yet.



“You! What, the fuck are you doing here?!” His voice came hoarse and surprised.



“This is my room, Marko. What would I be doing here?” I answered puzzled and tried to control my nerves.



“Don’t go all smart on me! Save that for your mother, who had let you become such a brat!” My mind was working on high power, trying to figure out what I had done wrong, when he moved close to me. He was drunk, or at least had drunk a lot before coming up here and I struggled not to grimace as the stench of stale whiskey coming from his mouth hit me. There was something in his eyes as he took in first my face, which was half obscured by my wet hair and then my whole body. Hard as I tried I couldn’t read his mind, or his eyes. There was that gleam that was mixed with disgust, hate…something I couldn’t gauge.



“Don’t look at me like that when I’m talking to you!” He moved towards me and I couldn’t suppress the urge to step back, my body colliding with window frame. I trembled involuntarily as Marko stopped on less than half a meter from me and I couldn’t cease staring in his furious eyes, thinking how my 5’8 and 130 pounds body would not resist his muscle mass of over 200 pounds wrapped in a 6’2 human structure; he was huge. I stayed silent, frightened and hypnotized at the same time.



“Fucking stop staring at me, you little faggot shit! And take down these posters of naked sissy fairies! You’re turning into one of them!” He ripped a poster of Ricky Martin off of the wall with pure joy and hatred in that one act and then as an afterthought he yelled at me: “Are you also a shitty faggot?!”



“N-No.” I whispered, not knowing should I be more assertive in my response; it never crossed my mind to try explaining my state, it would be useless. It was proved that my answer wasn’t firm enough when the force of his fist connected with my jaw, sending me flying to the floor. There was blood oozing from my mouth where I bit my lower lip. Instinctively, I touched it just to curse my own impulse; it hurt so badly I couldn’t move it, I thought it was broken. Marko stood at the same spot, watching me nurse the injury, looking down at me with no intention of helping me out. Slowly I managed to stand up, while a hundred fire bugs seemed to turn around in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “No, I’m not…a faggot.” I tried to sound surer and calmer this time.



There was no response from Marko other than a malicious gaze that roamed my body.



“Then why are you wearing black lace panties that can hardly cover your crotch?” His voice came out eerie calm and quite sober. Distraught I looked down, pulling together the ends of the bathing robe, which had opened when I fell, but the damage had been already done. My mouth stayed silent, what could I say?



“Stay where you are.” He ordered, smiling in a way that promised nothing good and went out, the parcel he came for lying forgotten on the floor.



Before I could put myself together a strange voice rang in my ears: “So, this is the sissy who wants to be shown what sissy faggots do.” I turned and saw with shock and horror a bald man as big as Marko entering my room, followed by other three men, crowding the doorway to my bedroom. My otherwise quick wit deserted me and I only sheepishly demanded: “Get fucking out of my room!”



“Oh, so you like talking dirty.”, he snickered. “just to know, no one speak dirty to me and anyway I have a better use for this pretty mouth of yours.” He sat unhurriedly on my bed together with another guy; the other two occupied the only armchairs barely fitting their large frames into them, while Marko stood reclining at the closed door, successfully blocking the only escape route. They all seem to me like a pack of blood thirsty hyenas, watching for the slightest wrong move from their pray in order to jump on it. Wafts of cool air, coming from the open window reminded me of the only possible way out, but I didn’t need to turn around to see how useless it would be to jump from the second floor. So, the only thing I could do was to wait to get beaten probably to death.



“Look, gentlemen, I think you are mistaken.” My brain tried to get me somehow out of this situation. They all laughed.



“Cut the crap faggot and take off that bathrobe.” The bald guy commanded. I stayed unmoving. “I told you to get undressed.”, he hissed.



I shivered. “No way, dude, I’m putting up the show for you.” My head reeled from the slap that followed. With that the bathrobe was yanked down from me, while I was handled upright by my still damp hair.



“Daniel, you better listen to what Jaro says, he isn’t as lenient as I.”, came Marko’s sarcastic remark. I struggled to get free or to hit the man, trying to remember karate moves I had been forced to learn long time ago, but my hands were kept together behind my back, so I kicked what seemed accurately, because Jaro’s painful grip loosened for a moment. If I was to die there was no way I’d die without a struggle. But, before I could kick again another pair of arms flung me onto the bed, face down. The lace panties were ripped off of me, while I was being held down by my arms and legs into the mattress.



Behind me I heard loosening of a belt as cold tremors ran down my naked, exposed body.



“Not so sure of yourself anymore?”, Jaro mocked. And then came the painful stroke on my lower back and I jerked unwillingly. No matter how much I wished to keep silent, I was unable to keep my vocal cords from whimpering or my body from ineffective attempts to get away. I was sure I could feel the welts forming and marring my white skin with red stripes. At the time I was certain I’d be flogged to death, but when I thought I could take no more, the strikes ceased. Like from a great distance my clouded brain heard Marko speak: “It’s enough for now.”



I was released just to hear Jaro’s voice again: “Get up and come here.” I rose gingerly and sat next to him. “Get up.”, another command and this time I had no strength left to fight back so I stood up swaying dangerously on my feet. He looked up at me, holding me on the arm length while roaming my naked body with lascivious smile on his meaty lips. Then, he stood up as well, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, which slid to the floor with a thud that could imply a gun. His hard cock was already tenting his boxers and he pushed me down on my knees.



“Suck it, faggot.”, he pulled my head towards it with one hand, while with the other he let it out. I stared at it dumbstruck. It was huge and the smell of stale piss and sweat filled my nose. I took the angry red head in my mouth, licking it tentatively, tears clouding my vision. I wasn’t left enough time to think of this utter humiliation, because Jaro’s hand in my hair pulled me to him harder, slamming his dick all the way to my tonsils. I thought I would puke, I couldn’t breathe, but the persistent hand in my hair wasn’t letting me move. “Come on, do it like a real faggot bitch you are.” My gag reflex kicked in and I must have scraped it with my teeth, because the next moment I was slapped and Jaro pushed me off of his cock.



“Roman, come here. You bitch suck him.”



Obediently on my knees I waited for the said guy to present me with his smelly dick. I had no desire to see his face, so I simply took his dick, which was by far smaller than Jaro’s into my mouth and started sucking on it the best I could in my untried way. Naively, I hoped that better I did him, faster he’d finish with me and faster the whole ordeal would end, even if it meant my own death. Soon, my head was bobbing in the rhythm to this guy’s cruel grip in my hair and furiously thrusting of his hips. He didn’t need any of my amateur efforts to satisfy him, it was enough for him to keep my head in one place, while shoving his cock frantically into my mouth, almost ripping my lips in the process.



As his climax was approaching, the brutality of his assault on my face increased, his breathing became more rapid and he started calling me sissy slut and faggot whore, that I wouldn’t be able to close my mouth once he was done with me and that he’d fuck me until I’d puke my own intestines. The meaning of such words scared me witless, but I couldn’t do anything other than wait for what seemed would be a miserable end. Suddenly, he leaned back, thrusting his pelvis viciously and spewed load of white, bitter tasting cum down my throat. Then, he yanked his dick out of my sore mouth and sprayed his jism all over my face, my eyes, nose and hair; I truly felt like a slut while his cum was running down my face and out of my mouth on the fine carpet under me.



To say I was shocked or traumatized would be euphemism, my brain was working on auto pilot, fighting for the survival of the body; I suppose that is how it feels to be struck by lightening or hit by a train; I felt frozen…yes that would be the best word to describe my passiveness. Unfortunately, I wasn’t granted that emptiness of senses for too long, so I tried the trick that I had read had been used by war captives tortured to reveal things they hadn’t known.



As I was being passed to the next man I recalled the pleasant fragrance of the spring flowers in the city parks, children’s merry laughter, the sweet smell of linden tree flower, my childhood.



My fantasies were short lived and ended too soon with a sharp pain coming from my rectum. Something slippery and cold was repeatedly poking at my most intimate opening, attempting to get inside, causing the sharp pain as the unused muscle was being stretched. Intuitively I wanted to turn around and see that horrible thing, but was forced to remain on my hand and knees by constant thrusts of an unrelenting cock.



“Come on, slut, open up or I’ll have to rip your ass.” Jaro’s voice sounded angry from behind me and I moaned painfully with a cock still lodged in my mouth. “Fucking slut, don’t tell me you dislike anything huge being shoved up your horny ass.”



I got my chance to turn around when another flow of jism was sprayed on my body. I screamed. The thing Jaro tried to get passed the muscle ring looked like a fake horse’s dong. It was half a meter long and thick as my forearm if not thicker; it would split me open and no doubt he was looking forward perforating my guts. I scrambled to feet, but before I stood up properly I was being held down again by a heavy body. My arms and legs were moving feverishly, my nails scraped at the wooden floor in hopeless attempts to get my skinny frame free. I stopped struggling when I felt huge bulge being pressed to my ass.



“So you like my cock, sissy? It seems you know the real value. It’s better than that fake thing I was feeding your ass to. Pity Marko won’t let anyone have you for real before him, and he is downstairs talking on the phone. So, until he comes we have to prepare you for him.” Jaro flipped me on my back and looked at the huge dildo I had no idea where he had found. “For some odd reason he wants you to enjoy him fucking you brainless and it ain’t happening if you bleed to death before he comes.” I felt blood fade away from my face and the room swayed dangerously; at the corner of my sight I saw Jaro’s disfigured silhouette and heard a voice, probably his, telling something I didn’t try understanding. I thought I was dying, the sound I was hearing sounded like a chant that followed a ritual sacrifice in some ancient religion, or maybe I was only about to faint.



A hard slap to my face brought me back. The chant sounded like my name and I moved my eyes to see Jaro’s irritated look. “Hey, sissy boy, we’re just gonna show you what’s expected from your kind, but you won’t die.”, he shrugged like he didn’t understand the reason for such a decision, but didn’t care for it either. “Come on now, cooperate.”



That was when I felt again something being pushed at my opening. This time it was a pretty large object that entered me, reminding me of a cucumber, and if I had seen it in some porn I would’ve laughed, however now I only wanted to cry. Yet, I yielded.



My legs were splayed, while I was lieing on the floor. The tip of the cucumber like object pushed past the guardian ring and I wanted to scream again, but my mouth was soon filled with a dick. Jaro persistently rammed the improvised dildo into the tight confines of my anus and my body fought against my efforts to ease his passageway by pressing my sphincters down through his upstrokes. My agonizing groans were smothered by the continual plunge of a cock into my mouth and down my throat.



At first I was grateful that it took only couple of shoves to bury it almost completely into my ass, but than I felt my battered body react to this rapid invasion. I gasped and tears formed in my eyes, the pain causing the qualm. My focus on the cock I was sucking broke and it slipped from my mouth. I expected a brutal smack, but the man was way too gone to think of anything past his own pleasure, so he just jammed it back into my mouth.



They tortured me in this position for some time longer when I was turned around to lie on my stomach, that awful thing still embedded in me, causing me pain with every incessant stroke. Then Jaro leaned forward and pressed down on my back, forcing my chest to the ground, as he continued his assault, reaching the depths in me I never knew could be touched. He wrapped one arm around my chest and began pinching my sensitive nipples. With his other he clawed at my limp penis, wanting ineffectively to force sickly pleasure on me with the only aim of bringing me utter humiliation.



“I’m sick of this stretching shit. Your turn, Vladimir.” They changed places and once again Jaro’s monster dick was shoved back into my mouth. I was afraid that their threats would come about and I would never again be able to close my mouth. He had resumed his cruel onslaught on my face, now pummeling my lips against his pubic bone and smashing his cock to the back of my throat. Then with a cry of triumph Jaro fired another load down my guts. The thing in my rectum felt like a blazing torch, burning its way to and fro in the tired channel. For a moment it looked like that even tormentors got tired of torture and I was granted a couple of precious minutes of rest.



By the time Marko showed up again, my senses were numbed, my brain was resting in a better world and my body functioned like that of a poppet. I barely breathed, coughing spunk mixed with my own blood with every intake of air. I wasn’t able to think, tomorrow didn’t exist, neither did the next hour; it could be said that I lived for the moment, but I didn’t live, I simply stayed alive.



It was impossible not to hear when Marko entered and jumped on my bed, which cracked hazardously but didn’t give way under his weight.



“Bring him here.”, he ordered and I was hauled back on my feet just in time to see him deftly opening the fly of his jeans and taking out his engorged penis. He beckoned me with a flicker of his hand like some sultan from the Orient and I obeyed silently, crawling on my knees on the bed, the dildo still stretching my hole.



“Suck it, slut.” And I did that. The fishy taste of his precum merged with bitter taste of loads and loads of cum that I had been fed to. Marko’s large hands went into my hair, holding it with a painful grip out of my face. I suppose he wanted to see my expression as he rammed it to the hilt.



“You do have talented mouth. Oh, yeah, just like that…use your tongue.” He fondled his balls, with one hand, while the other maneuvered the pace of my sucking. “Does it feel good to finally have my dick? I’m sure you’re thrilled to suck it. It’s not everyone’s privilege.” I didn’t respond. “I asked you something, faggot!” He took his cock out of my mouth and smeared the pre-cum on my face, touching my nose and mouth and eyes with the glistening head.



“No, Marko, I hate it. And you know it.”, my voice came out hoarse and hushed. I saw the spark of annoyance in his eyes and the cruel smirk on his lips.



“Take that thing out of his ass. I’ll show this slut that he enjoys being fucked senseless.” I winced as the dildo was yanked out of me as abruptly as it had entered, as my rectal ring suddenly went from stretched to contracted. Marko threw me down on my back, my legs flying open under the pressure of his weight and I knew that the only thing he had to do was to stick it right in me; my anus was stretched opened and I could feel the cold air teasing it. The image of Marko leaning on me, just about to fuck me, brought about something in me, some courage I hadn’t known existed in my heart. Or, maybe, I simply stopped caring what would happen next.



“So, Marko, you’re gonna fuck me with the same dick you had fucked my mother and when you are done with me you’ll stick it back into her?” On the periphery of my mind, I could sense panic pulsing, but the warning my senses were sending me were blocked by fog my mind was enclosed in. The raging silence was drumming in my ears and far off on the horizon a thunder was heard. A flash of lightening illuminated his blank features and his body, which stood still, every muscle taut yet unmoving.



Slowly, like awakening from a dream, with eyes wide open, he pulled away from me. Standing at the foot of the bed, not taking his gaze off of me, he ordered detachedly: “Out, everyone out!” I could hear them shuffling and exiting hurriedly, but my sight was fixed on Marko, who was automatically tucking back his suddenly limp dick. He watched me for a couple of moments and then turned around and departed, slamming the door behind him.



I was left naked, bruised and soaked in cum and trickles of my own blood to deal with terrifying memories. Not long after they were gone I fainted.



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When I woke up dawn was still far away from breaking. I was cold and my feet and hands felt numb. I sat up cautiously not to cause more pain and damage to my already aching body and massaged them softly so that they would regain blood circulation. Even the slightest move triggered breath taking pain, which surged up my rectum. I could barely move, but I managed somehow to get to the bathroom, which I shared with the twins and open faucet. I fell on the cold tiled floor while waiting for the tub to fill in with warm water. I never before knew what miracles could hot water do on an aching body; muscles started uncoiling and my body felt heavier than ever. Eventually, I had to get out unless I wanted to drown and I carefully climbed out of the tub and waited in the bed for the dawn to break and next day to arrive in joyous explosion of pink and violet and orange; but now I knew that the world would never again be rosy.



The next time I saw Marko was when mother returned with the kids. He acted as nothing had happened and I couldn’t possibly do anything else. We avoided each other, but one time he caught me at the door.



“Whatever you think had happened is only your imagination, wild faggot fantasies. You have till the beginning of the next semester to get out of here. I don’t want to see you near my kids ever again. Understood?” I slowly nodded and he left, leaving me with the confirmation of what I already knew-there was no one to turn to. It would be for the best to get out of this damned place as soon as possible, and it would be in everyone’s interest.





TBC...