Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Hentai ❯ Slave Diary ( Chapter 10 )

Slave Diary

 

Gundam Wing Hentai #10

 

Pairing: Rashidx2

Warnings: Abuse, S+M, AU, PWP, dark, angst, language, toys, bondage, violence, exhibition, enslavement, NCS, squick.

Summary: Duo is an ordinary student who becomes the plaything of a cruel derelict.

 

 

Thinking back, I can hardly believe that there was once a team my biggest worry was who to pick as a boyfriend so as not to hurt others' feelings. I was an ordinary student with an ordinary best friend, ordinary admirers, ordinary parents, and ordinary dreams. But that all changed on the last day of school before summer vacation my sophomore year of high school. My family was rich, I was sent to a private high school, and my best friend from kindergarten, through some happy chance, had also been accepted at the same school. That day was exactly the same as any other day… well, except for him. A strange, very large man with cruel brown eyes and tanned skin sat on the side of the road with a large bag. His clothes were messy and his hair unkempt so I figured he must be a homeless man. Though, why someone like that would be hanging around a private school, I had no idea. Still, his eyes bore into mine… such cold, horrible eyes… I shook my head. I shouldn't stare at people like that. It was at no fault of their own. Society is badly structured that way.

I jumped as a hand clenched my shoulder.

“What's wrong with you?” Quatre, my best friend asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Y-you scared me,” he rolled his blue-green eyes at me. I looked around for the homeless man, but he had disappeared.

“You coming or what?” Quatre gestured to the front gates.

 

As I opened up my locker, a large bunch of letters came out, all addressed to me, and some decorated with flowers or sparkles or hearts. It was embarrassing, really. Not to mention annoying. The letters were from both girls and boys, all asking for the chance to date me. There wasn't really anyone here that I felt love for. Sure, there were quite a few that were attractive, but none I really felt a yearning for.

“Wow, it's a lot today,” Quatre murmured. “It's a scene out of a bad manga! Why don't you just choose a guy already! I know you like guys!”

“I know, I know! But…” Quatre snorted.

“You're smart, gorgeous, and rich, so I'm sure you could have anyone you wanted.”

“I don't care about that,” I said, “if I just pick someone for the sake of it, without really loving them, I'd just be breaking everyone else's hearts.” Quatre rolled his eyes at me.

“Well, I guess that's just yet another good thing about you.”

 

The day passed quickly with everyone, even the teachers, incredibly eager to leave for vacation. On my way home, I separated from Quatre with the promise to call him about going to the beach later that week. I, too, was excited about summer break; so much so that I did not see the strange man behind us, following my every move.

 

Somewhere far off, I heard a radio. An announcer with a gravely voice did a play by play of a baseball game. But, the voice became farther and farther away as the large man had me pinned against the wall against my back, lifting me completely off the ground, his enormous cock deep into my torn and bleeding asshole, and a cloth tied around my mouth so I couldn't scream. I had no idea where we were, a shed somewhere, I think. Finally, the announcer's voice tapered off and the large man came explosively inside of me and I blacked out.

 

I woke later with only my shirt on, sitting on a toilet, the blood from my anus steadily dripping into it. I stared off into space; in shock, I think, only brought back to the present by the sound of a camera taking my picture. The man had returned, a cruel sneer warping his features.

“A high and mighty boy falls and looses his virginity. I wonder how your family and friends would react to these pictures!”

“Please!” I begged him, sobbing. My ass hurt so badly, I needed a doctor or something. It felt like I was bleeding to death.

“I can develop these myself and spread them all over town if I wanted.” He tossed a crumpled piece of paper at my feet.

“Come to that address,” he ordered, “then I'll hand you the negatives.” He left. I wrapped my arms around my trembling body. What was I going to do?

 

It took more effort than anyone could possibly imagine to get dressed and walk back home. With each step I could feel more blood tracking down my leg. I felt pain in more parts of my body than I thought I had. But, soon I was opening the door to my mother waiting for me, desperately hoping that she could see the blood through my clothes.

“I'm taking a shower,” I muttered and ran up the steps, ignoring her questioning. I stood in the shower, letting the hot water poor over me as I stared into space. I rubbed my hand against my entrance and brought it up to my face. My fingers were covered with blood and semen. With a cry of anger and sadness, I brought the extendable shower head to my ass and turned the hot water on to max. I sobbed and fell to my knees as the water stung my wounds.

 

It was easy enough coming up with some sort of excuse to get me out of the house at the time the man (I would much later find out that his name was Rashid) wanted to meet me. I don't remember what I said to my mother, but it must have been convincing. Then, I was walking towards a house were an old woman used to live a long time ago, but had died and left the place abandoned. As I gripped the door knob to the house, I felt someone come up behind me.

“Come with me,” he gripped my arm and led me around back. He shoved me into a room.

“I want those photos back,” I demanded with more strength than I felt.

“Don't be stupid,” he snapped, cornering me. “I'll not let you go now that I have proper time to explore that sweet body of yours.” It was then that I noticed the length of rope in his hand. I tried to run, but he shoved me and I fell against a support beam. He tied me to it tightly, I could not move at all. He licked his lips.

“You look really good like that. There's something about school boys tied up like that that's such a turn on.” He shed his pants, presenting his giant cock to me. “You like my red, raging cock? It's what turned you into a man. Now, don't act so innocent! Use your cute mouth and suck on it!” He grabbed my head and shoved his length down my throat. I choked and had no choice but to suckle it.

“That's it, good boy. Run your tongue all around it and get a good taste.” I did as he commanded and nearly gagged at the strange bitter taste of it. He came and held my nose closed so I had to swallow his cum in order to breath again. He untied me from the pole, but kept my arms tied behind my back. He pulled me onto his lap, his muscled stomach and chest pressed against my slender, shaking back.

“I'm going to go all the way inside of you,” he growled as he lifted me onto his newly erect penis. All I could do was scream as his length tore through me.

“You sound beautiful when you scream like that,” he purred in my ear. He cum felt like a nail through my channel as he exploded into me. He forced me onto my knees as he continued to pound into my ass. The feeling of his flaccid member getting harder and harder inside of me was a horrible, yet somehow wonderful sensation. I wanted him to stop and get out of me, yet I wanted him to never stop making me feel this way.

“I've got a real bid load for you now!” He growled as he came for the third time in me. It felt like my insides were literally soaked with his seed. I crumpled to the ground, unable to move. I winced as he grabbed my bangs and forced me to look at him.

“I hate stuck-up bitches like you,” he snarled, “I've always wanted to tear one of you apart. And now, I'll show you a taste of hell.” I could do nothing as he tied me up once more, this time suspended from the ceiling, my legs spread wide, completely exposing myself to him. I couldn't move, all I could do was let him do what he wanted with me. He brought out a large bucket of soapy water and a shaver. He spread the soapy mixture onto my crotch and balls, making me moan a little at the feathery touch on my sensitive skin. So, I stayed still like a doll as he shaved me off all of my pubic hair. He stuck a meaty finger into my hole. In my head I begged for someone, anyone, to come and help me, even as my cock swelled at his attentions.

“I can see the pinkness of your hole from here,” he sneered, brandishing a large enema needle. He filled it up with the soapy water and ejected it into my channel.

“Please, stop!” I begged, even as I relished the feelings of pain, embarrassment, and pleasure storming inside me. He filled me with it again and again until my stomach became engorged and my anal muscles were spasming with the need to release the fluid inside of me. He pressed a hand against my swollen stomach, caressing it.

“You look pregnant from here,” he smirked. “How do you feel? Here, let me help you get it all out,” he suddenly pressed down on my stomach. I screamed as I felt the soapy water and semen shoot out of me. He laughed and released me from the ropes suspending me. I fell to the floor, my arms still bound and I was unable to move, my anus spasming and throbbing.

“Your asshole is twitching and drooling,” he murmured as he poked a finger into my hole which was still spitting out water. He forced me onto my knees again.

“Now, with your ass clean, I can finally do this,” he circled my hole with his tongue, slipping it in to lap at my walls. My squirms and moans went unheard as he suddenly thrust his cock back into me.

 

`I haven't been home in weeks,' I think as Rashid fucks my mouth. The thought actually doesn't have the impact on me that it should anymore.

“I'm going to come,” he told me, “don't you dare spill a drop,” despite the warning he took me by surprise and I choked, unable to swallow fast enough. He frowned.

“Bitch,” he hissed, “as punishment, I'm going to give your ass hell.” He held up a metal speculum (1) and pressed it to my anus. I cried as he used it to stretch out my hole to what felt like an impossible size. He leaned over me and started to masturbate. A long stream of semen fell into my open cavity, splashing into my walls. The pleasures of this sort of humiliation filled me and I could feel myself changing. I hated myself and yet, I couldn't stop these feelings.

 

 

End

 

(1) Speculum is that weird tool they use during vaginal exams