Showers

        I’m still here. I should have been gone a long time ago, I was done then. But I’m still here. Waiting for them. I’d like to lie to myself. Tell myself that I forgot something, or that I don’t know what they’ll do. But I don’t lie well, at least not to myself. I’m waiting for them. For what happened yesterday. And the day before. It felt so… dirty. And good. I’m waiting to get raped. Again. I get a chill just thinking about it. About how Slapshot is going to come in and pin me down, thinking he snuck up on me. How he’s going to taunt me, saying what a little slut I am, and how he knows I like it when he shoves his big, hard… Whether it’s true or not, he says it. Then he does it. He’ll push in slowly at first, making sure I can feel every inch enter me, thick and hard. I’ll pretend to struggle, like I always do. I’ll beg him to stop, but he won’t. I could get away so easily… That’s why I can’t lie. Even the first time, even when I was scared, I could have stopped it. But I didn’t. I got hard. I moaned. I almost begged for him to fuck me harder while he taunted me. I wanted him to fuck me. He shoved into me over and over even while he was laughing at me. His cock inside me. It shouldn’t be what I want, but it is. I could tell him, but it would stop. Even if it didn’t stop, it wouldn’t be the same. He wouldn’t hold me down with all of his strength. He wouldn’t get Granite to muffle my cries with his cock. He wouldn’t make me suck it. He wouldn’t cum on me, then leave me dripping on the tile. He wouldn’t use me. He wouldn’t rape me. He wouldn’t Fuck me over and over until he got tired of cumming in me.
        I hear wet feet pad up behind me, and it starts again. One of his hands is almost big enough to hold both of my wrists as he slams me up against the tile wall. My hands are held over my head and his chest is hot against my back. I can feel his breath on my neck, warm with insults.
“Dirty little fuck, you’re already hard.” Dammit, he’s right. I can feel heat rising in my face. How can he make me blush at a time like this? I don’t have time to think about it, There’s a hand on my hip. He pets my cock, adding to the insults I hardly understand anymore. But I feel them. I feel my adrenaline rush and my body tighten. He pulls my hips back, angling me. I remember to struggle.
“What’s the matter whore? You obviously like it.” There are fingers in my ass now, rubbing me, spreading me. My face and wrists are still pressed hard up against the tile. My hips buck against his hand involuntarily. I can feel his smile without seeing it. He likes proving that I don’t have the control over my body that someone with my power should.
“Are you going to ask me to fuck you?” his fingers rub in and out of me far too slowly, and I’m tempted. He wants to hear me admit it. But I can’t. He might stop. Instead I force myself to still, I can’t show it…The fingers are gone and he slams into me, knocking my chest against the wall. He’s pumping so hard already… Moaning… No, that’s not him, it’s me. I’m riding somewhere on that very thin line between pleasure and pain, and I’m not sure which side. I want to scream, release the tightness building in my chest. Suddenly there’s a hand in my hair, pulling my head back. He pulls me back from the wall, bending me over, forcing me onto my knees. His cock never leaves my ass. I almost realize he’s not holding my hands anymore, but Granite is waiting with his cock in hand. He forces my mouth open and shoves in his cock. I’m being fucked from both ends now, and Granite makes sure to remind me. Down on my hands and knees. He reminds me how much I like it. I wince, and swallow around him. Damn him for being right. Everytime Slapshot slams into me, it shoves Granite’s cock further down my throat. It blocks my moaning, the moaning I can’t hold back anymore. But I know he can feel it, his eyes slide closed and he thrusts my head down. Warm and bitter copper flood down my throat as he cums. He holds me there, forcing me to swallow all of it before he lets me go to breathe. He calls me something in Spanish, slapping me for good measure. He wrenches me back to his crotch.
“Clean it.” I…I’m going to cum. Just getting fucked is enough… But this… His cock is in my mouth again. He rubs it over my tongue, making me taste it again. Slapshot snickers, watching Granite degrade me. I can’t hold it anymore. I groan around the cock in my mouth, and I cum. Still being fucked. My energy is suddenly gone, and I almost fall. Slapshot’s hands on my hips hold me up and ready. Granite drops me. Something in Spanish again… ‘dirty whore’, and drops me. Slapshot rams in hard enough to bruise, then stills. When he pulls out, I can feel the thick and hot wetness dripping down between my legs. I’m too weak to stay up. I fall in to the puddle under me, breath caught in my throat. For a moment, I can’t breathe. Slapshot kicks me just hard enough to roll me onto my side.
“Fucking slut.” They rinse off in the still running showers and leave. I can breathe again. I drag myself up into the running water, legs and ass aching from Slapshot’s pounding. I tell myself it won’t happen again. That tomorrow, I won’t be a dirty fuck toy waiting here for them to rape again.


I never could lie to myself.