Note: This is work of fiction in every way possible and contains themes like non consensual sex, abuse and violence, if any of these effect you negatively, please skip the story. For those who enjoy all of the above, you're welcome to my first ever Literotica story. Also please start with part 1 of the series for a better grasp of the story.
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I felt my eyes flutter open as the sunrays shone directly on my face from the open window. As I began regaining consciousness I could feel whole of my body aching, especially my ass and stomach. I felt sore as I tried to move my palm in front of my eyes to shield my eyes.
The events of last night began flooding my memory as I realized I'd been raped, and surprisingly not my Matt but by Tom. I gulped at the thought, instantly feeling how dry my throat was, the memory of his angry face was frightening, he'd even slapped me a few times yesterday and it'd hurt, that was probably why even my cheeks were sore.
As I tried to get up from the bed, I realized the severity of how hard I'd been fucked, my legs felt numb and moving them only made my asshole hurt worse. I groaned and looked around as I sat on the bed, Tom had probably opened the windows because they'd been closed last night.
Would Tom treat me the same way he did last night when I see him next, could I even report this to someone... hell did I even want to...
I held my head and decided to not think of it, my first priority was to get out of Tom's bedroom, lest he come back and decide to go for a round 2.
I somehow managed to stand on my wobbly legs, taking the support of the wardrobe beside his bed, when I saw myself in his full length mirror. I looked like hell, I had dried cum all over my face and torso, but more than that, my body looked like it'd been mauled by an animal, teeth marks and claw marks covered my body, and a very scary bite mark was right on my neck, the blue black bruises on my body looked even more prominent against my fair skin.
Tears welled up in my eyes as the gravity of what I'd been through dawned upon me and then I saw something even worse. Tom's white bedsheet was soiled with red stains... from my blood... probably from when he'd forced his cock up my ass.
I began sobbing and slumped on to the floor, I'd never expected Tom of all people to do this to me and what was worse, it was a horrific ordeal but I'd came, I'd came from being hurt this way, from being abused... Did I secretly crave this... Was what Tom said true? Was I really a deviant?
I folded my legs and put my head between them, crying harder and didn't hear the door to Tom's bedroom open.
And then I felt it, two strong hands taking hold of me. But instead of comfort all I did was flinch in terror.
"Please no please not again..." I started to say as I looked up and saw Tom's face, it had a visible grimace plastered on it as I tried to shift away from him but what struck out was his eyes were puffy and red, like he'd been crying too and his face looked almost as bad as mine, minus the cum stains and bruises ofcourse.
"I'm so sorry Veryl... I mean it... I'm not going to hurt you... never again..." he said reaching out with his hands again, as if I were a hurt bird and he was just trying to help.
"I... Please... I..." I whispered in response as he placed his hand tenderly on my shoulder, fresh tears forming his in eyes as he looked at me.
"What have I done?" he said more to himself than to me as he traced the bitemark he'd left on my right shoulder with his finger.
"I... What time is it?" I asked looking away from him, my emotions too muddled for me to embrace or process them.
"Its past 4 pm... you slept all day..." he whispered as he crouched beside me.
"I want to wash myself..." I managed to whisper back.
"Please let me help, I'll do anything for forgiveness Veryl... I was drunk and... mad at you... I know its no excuse for doing what I did to you but please give me a chance..."
"Help me to the washroom..." I whispered, knowing I couldn't walk to it by myself.
I felt him put his hand under my arm as he helped me up, he was silent and I could hear him sniffing and strangely hearing him cry had stopped my sobs. What was stranger was I felt pity for him and wanted to comfort him, which was ridiculous given he'd done the worst possible thing to me just a few hours back.
He slowly walked me to the bathroom and once he'd placed me on the toilet seat, he drove me a warm bath in the tub. Besides the water running there was complete silence, my eyes remained on the floor, as the mirror covering the front wall would only show me how broken I was while I noticed Tom staring at the water, guilt and shame reflecting in his hazel eyes that were red.
Taking a gulp, I spoke bitterly, the sorrow finally giving way to anger, "Why are you crying, you weren't the one who was raped by his own bestfriend..."
"I... I'm sorry..." he said looking at me as I glared at him before his eyes shifted to the floor.
"You enjoyed it, you might have been drunk but I was sober enough, you enjoyed hurting me, you loved hearing me scream..." I spoke and began coughing. only now did I realize how sore my throat was.
Tom quickly rushed out of the washroom and brought me a glass of water, handing it to me silently.
Once I'd chugged the water, which felt like elixir right now, I looked back at him and I don't know where I got the strength from but I got up and punched Tom the hardest I'd ever punched anyone, right on his face.
His eyes got wide as he stumbled behind, groping his nose as blood rushed out of it and for a moment I thought he'd strike back but he just stood there and my anger took over the sane part of my mind as I began slapping him and beating his chest while he took all of my hits in silence.
Eventually I stopped hitting him and began crying again and this time when he hugged me, I flinched but didn't pull away as I sobbed in his chest.
