Alena’s Revenge by K.A Knight
Chapter Four
Alena
Iknow what they are going to do. I would rather not know or feel it though, so I yank myself forward, choking on the restraints. I stopped caring about their names weeks or maybe even months ago. I call these two Small Dick One and Small Dick Two. They like to work together. One likes to watch while the other plays—it’s what gets them off. Unlike some of the others, they don’t just want my body, they don’t just want to satiate their lust and let their cum drip from my lifeless, ruined form.
No, they want my pain.
They want my screams, and they usually get them. I may be strong, stronger than I ever thought possible, but I always break. They find new ways to rip the agony from my throat in animalistic howls. They laugh, stroking themselves as they hurt me, and only when I’ve passed out and been revived after hours of torture do they finally give in.
They take my body at the same time, leaving me bloodied, scarred, and dripping with their release. Those are the days and nights in which I would kill for the drugs the other girls get to numb the sensations. Fuck, just a shower to remove the feel of their hands.
I get none of that.
If they are here now, though, it means they have pleased the boss. He doesn’t let them loose on me often, hell, on any of the girls. Their tastes are too violent, and it usually kills them… all except me.
Their favourite fucking pet.
“She’s so messed up.” Small Dick One laughs as I choke, my vision blackening as my lungs scream for air.
Please let me pass out, please let me avoid even some of the pain and humiliation to come. I always think I can’t sink lower, that I can’t become more of an animal than I already am.
When you strip away the fancy clothes, makeup, hair, and jewels, that’s all we are.
We are animals just trying to survive, and they have taken me down to rock bottom.
I stretch harder, determined. They want my screams? Fine, but tonight, they will have to work harder for them. I’ll hurt, choke, and kill myself before they leave my throat tonight. I smile at him as I finally pass out, my last thought being, Thank God I don’t have to be awake for this.
* * *
I didn’t passout long enough. I’m just rousing when they toss a bottle of piss over my head. The stench makes me gag as it runs down my face and body, soaking my hair so the wet tendrils dangle over my shoulders. When I open my eyes, they water, and I have to blink through it to see them both smirking at me.
“There’s our favourite pet. Hope you don’t mind that we got started without you,” Small Dick Two taunts with a laugh.
Panting, heart racing, I look down at my body, even as dread fills me at what they could have done while I was out. A small part of me is almost laughing at the fact they did it while I was unconscious so I couldn’t scream, knowing I deprived them of that.
My heart stops in my chest and triples in speed when I observe the damage, which, of course, only makes my blood pump harder. I’m surprised I even have enough left in my body to, but shit. They cut long, clean slices down my legs. There is an inch between each slice, from ankle to hips. How the fuck did I not feel that?
Is my body dying? Am I finally so used to pain that I can ignore it now?
Or is my entire body an aching, rotting wound, so one more drop of pain is insignificant?
My hands are still chained, and I can’t feel them anymore, like two dead weights. My toes scrape across the floor as I jerk my legs to see if I can feel them. They are cold to the bone, even as my bright red blood trails down them. I watch in rapt fascination as it slithers through the dirt like a snake to reveal pale, pink tender skin underneath, then it slides across my foot and toe to eventually drip to the floor.
I hear the buzz of their voices, but I concentrate on that steady stream of blood until a fist grabs my hair and yanks my head back painfully, ripping strands free. Small Dick Two gets in my face with an evil twist of his lips as Small Dick One sneers behind him. “Wakey, wakey, pet. Don’t go dying on us yet, we haven’t even had our fun.”
My mouth is dry, so dry, yet I swirl it around and manage to form enough saliva to spit right in his face. He recoils with a snarl, and I laugh, my head falling forward from exhaustion and malnourishment, yet I still laugh, the sound high-pitched and crazy.
“Small dicks, small dicks, couldn’t get it up without the pain. Small dicks, small dicks, gotta rape to get pussy!” I carry on singing until they get angry.
Good one, Alena, piss off the men torturing you.
But I can’t stop, even as they take their fury out on my body. I laugh through it, each bead of pain bringing me closer to death, to the darkness I will never give in to. Before I die, I will get revenge, and each touch, each scar, each stab of agony moving through me is simply another reason for me to fight.
For me to stay.
For me to get my revenge.
My eye is swelling from their fists, my lip is busted, and my cheeks are split open when they step back. I lick my lip and taste my blood, which is undoubtedly coating my teeth, and I grin, almost snarling like a wild animal. “That all you got?” I croak out. “Pussy.”
Small Dick One’s eyes darken further, and I know I’ve pushed them too far.
I might actually die tonight. It won’t be about fighting to survive, it will be about fighting that warm embrace coming for me.
I swallow and tilt my chin back, refusing to beg, refusing to scream. “Shall we?” he murmurs, and I incline my head, trying to retain some dignity.
“Let’s.”
He turns and takes a long black board from the table they must have brought in with them. With it in hand, he gives it a few practice swings before grinning at me. Prior to all this, I used to like a few kinky things in the bedroom, and it reminds me of that… only so much fucking worse. There are no safe words, no aftercare, only pain.
Always pain.
He brings it down across my stomach, and I curl inwards, losing my breath as he smacks it across my arms in rapid succession, which I can finally feel again. The burning agony, however, is starting to make me wish I couldn’t. He slams it into my legs, back, and ass over and over. None of my skin is left untouched, bar my face. I’m panting and still not screaming, but my tongue is bleeding from my teeth and the force of me restraining my own howls of pain.
They take it as a challenge. Small Dick One picks a long flogger next, only the ends of this one are sharp and tipped with metal. He walks around me, and I hunch, knowing what’s coming. I try not to brace, to tense, to make the pain worse, but I can’t help it.
When I hear it whizz through the air, I struggle forward, but it connects with my skin anyway, slicing through my unmarred flesh. Blood instantly flows down my back to my ass and legs. It’s warm, unlike me. Small Dick Two gets in my face, staring into my eyes as the flogger is brought down again and again, crisscrossing lashes on my back until I feel my flesh being ripped apart.
Raw meat and blood cover me, and when he starts on my legs, I can’t hold back.
I howl in pain, right into Small Dicks Two’s face, the sound choked and raw. Like an animal, he groans and smashes his lips to mine, tasting my defeat, my blood, and my life. I bite him, even in my hazy state, and he rips away, tearing his own lips. His eyes are wild as he reaches for his jeans and unbuttons them, pulling out his—yep, you guessed it—small dick and starting to stroke as he looks over my bloodied frame.
I focus over his shoulder, trying to block the pain, but he doesn’t let me as he grabs my thighs and wrenches them up. Small Dick One holds them for him, even as I struggle, and those tattered panties are torn away, leaving me bare. My pussy is cold and dry, but he doesn’t care. He lines up and slams into me, ripping me.
The agony echoes through me until I scream and scream. It’s been done before, but it never stops being the worst thing that can happen. My body is being taken, violated. He grunts as he fucks me. Blood drips from my core as his cock slams in and out of my tight channel. Small Dick One holds me, fingering the cuts on my leg to make them bleed as I feel his cock press against my ass. I close my eyes, letting myself be taken away. I’m not here.
I’m somewhere else, anywhere else.
I see my friends, my family. It’s warm, and I’m not hungry. The sun hits my face, my belly is full, and laughter fills the air, but then I’m brought back when Small Dick One takes my asshole.
I’m thrown into my body, cold, in pain, and alone in the dark. The water drips to the floor in time with my blood, my heart rate erratic and my belly rolling as I debate throwing up on them, though there isn’t anything to vomit.
I’m so cold, so very tired, yet I twist my hands in the manacles, cutting them to add to the pain to keep me alive, to keep me feeling so I’m unwilling to give in.
Small Dick One’s grunts fill my ears, his hands gripping my legs and ass as he rams into me from behind until my body is one giant throbbing wound. Small Dick Two’s hips stutter, and with a dog-like grunt, he comes, filling me with his sticky release before pulling out and squirting it across my legs and belly, and then he stumbles back with a satisfied smile.
I know I’ll be left like this. I swallow, keeping my eyes on him as Small Dick One finds his release, slamming into my ass and filling it. He, too, pulls out, and I feel it drip from me. I almost cry at the sensation, at the pain, at the knowledge in their eyes. I ache to scrub my skin, to throw up their taste, to burn it out of me. But I can’t.
I’ll be left to hang in my blood and their filth. They might send a doctor in a few days to make sure I’m not dead and stitch up my wounds, but until then…
“Nice playing with you, pet. See you later!” they call. At least this was faster than normal. The door slams shut and locks behind them, and I sag, letting my hair cover my face as I blink back my tears.
I will not cry, even as my ass and pussy pump agony and hate through me. I let myself feel every inch, every ruined molecule of my body, so that when I get free—and I will—I will remember this and make them feel it twice as much.
I’ll rip them to pieces. I’ll rape them with objects like they did me. I’ll cut their skin, deprive them of water and food. I’ll torture them, and when they break, and they will, I won’t stop.
I will make them nothing but animals.
Like me.
