Nice to see you all again. It's been a while since I've written anything.
My other story, Blood Rain, is currently at a standstill. I messed up in
later chapters and eventually ran into a brick wall. So now I have to go
and rewrite the damned thing. Well, most of it anyway. For those of you
who read it, I'd like to hear any ideas. Granted, two chapters isn't much
to work with, but still, I love to know what people are thinking!
I have most of this story planned out, now all I need is the time to write
it all down. This is just the prologue. No plot what-so-ever, just here
to offer fanservice and introduce our angsty little bishie. The story
will have plot, though I'm contemplating whether or not I should add my AU
ideas, or just stick to the normal stuff. Anyway, read and REVIEW!
Reviews are an authors fuel, and I'll work a lot faster with the more I
get.
I don't think I really need the disclaimer, but here it is anyway. I do
not own any of the characters besides OC's in this story. Whatever, you
can't sue me anyhow because you don't know who I am.
PROLOGUE
Cunt. That's what people referred to him as. Bitch. Slut. Whore. Funny, he didn't recall ever willingly becoming any of those. Not that it matter. No, nothing mattered anymore. Another slap to the face, and he fell to the ground. He could feel blood leak from his swollen, cracked lips. No point in trying to stand. They'd have their way no matter what. Fag. Cocksucker. The accusations no longer stung. As an old saying goes, 'strike a bruise too many times and it goes numb'. He wondered if there was anyone else who received this kind of treatment, or if it was just his curse to never know happiness. His thoughts immediately subsided as someone kicked him. Soon, the others joined in, kicking, taunting and shouting. He didn't know how long it was before it stopped, only knew of the pain that wracked his body. Curled in a ball, eyes squeezed shut, he struggled to regain his breath. How many bones had they broken? How many more will be broken? Through his tears, he saw the supposed leader of the group bend down, peering into his eyes. Foul breath gusted across his face as the leader moved in closer, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. "So you little Shinra bitch. How many cocks do you suck to stay in the army? Ya sure as hell ain't here because of no talent." He closed his eyes, refused to look at the man, but that only earned a hard kick to his nose. In the back of his mind, he was sure he felt a crack. He reached a hand up to clasp his nose, only to have it pulled back. Again, the whole group laughed, sounding much like a group of hyenas. Then they forced him out of his little ball of comfort and onto his stomach, hips raised in the air. "Maybe if you do a good job, I'll recommend ya." The leader whispered into his ear, before biting down harshly. At the same time, his bloodied pants were torn off, the flimsy fabric of Shinra standard recreational wear tearing easily. Not taking any time, one of the hyenas spread his cheeks and inserted a finger into his puckered entrance. He cried out, both in anguish and undeniable pleasure. Taking this as encouragement, his violator suddenly rammed three other fingers into him. His bright blue eyes widened and he screamed again, this time only in pain. It hurt, it hurt so bad, but still his slowly hardening cock continued to grow. He couldn't deny how the pain brought pleasure and an immense amount of it. Especially now as the fingers thrusted into him at a quick pace, hitting his sweet spot almost every time. His scream quickly died down into a long, low moan and he pushed his hips back wanting more. Around him, his assailants began to get into it, and two grabbed both of his hands and placed them atop there own penises. He tried to pull away, not wanting to give into them and admit his weakness. He did like this, but not with them. He imagined it was all his secret crushes working on him, not these scoundrels. His chin was lifted and another cock was pressed to his lips, demanding entrance. Not having much of a choice, he opened his mouth and drew it in. He felt the man thrust and he tried not to gag, throat muscles swallowing. He moaned again and his hands moved back and forth over the engorged members he held. The man behind him soon replaced his fingers with his member, not waiting for him to become accustomed to his length and plunged in and out of him. He was not the first to cum. The man in which occupied his right hand was. White seed coated his hand and his arm, part of it on his face. He closed his eyes in order to prevent any from getting in them. Still, the right hand man insisted that he keep pleasuring him. As if setting off a chain reaction, the cock in his mouth exploded and he was forced to drink it all down or face another beating. He gasped for breath as the man pulled out of his mouth and sat back to enjoy the rest of the show.
After a while, and many position changes later, he was left to himself. Cum coated nearly every inch of his body, and much leaked from his behind. Left in his solitude, he giggled. He couldn't stop himself, it was just so funny. Here he was denying all that they had said and yet it was true.
Cloud Strife was Shinra's little bitch.
A/N: Yeah anyway, not my greatest work, but better than nothing. I should be adding the first chapter sometime today or tomorrow. R&R please. Lady Amda Cloudzaxloveyahoo.com
Cunt. That's what people referred to him as. Bitch. Slut. Whore. Funny, he didn't recall ever willingly becoming any of those. Not that it matter. No, nothing mattered anymore. Another slap to the face, and he fell to the ground. He could feel blood leak from his swollen, cracked lips. No point in trying to stand. They'd have their way no matter what. Fag. Cocksucker. The accusations no longer stung. As an old saying goes, 'strike a bruise too many times and it goes numb'. He wondered if there was anyone else who received this kind of treatment, or if it was just his curse to never know happiness. His thoughts immediately subsided as someone kicked him. Soon, the others joined in, kicking, taunting and shouting. He didn't know how long it was before it stopped, only knew of the pain that wracked his body. Curled in a ball, eyes squeezed shut, he struggled to regain his breath. How many bones had they broken? How many more will be broken? Through his tears, he saw the supposed leader of the group bend down, peering into his eyes. Foul breath gusted across his face as the leader moved in closer, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. "So you little Shinra bitch. How many cocks do you suck to stay in the army? Ya sure as hell ain't here because of no talent." He closed his eyes, refused to look at the man, but that only earned a hard kick to his nose. In the back of his mind, he was sure he felt a crack. He reached a hand up to clasp his nose, only to have it pulled back. Again, the whole group laughed, sounding much like a group of hyenas. Then they forced him out of his little ball of comfort and onto his stomach, hips raised in the air. "Maybe if you do a good job, I'll recommend ya." The leader whispered into his ear, before biting down harshly. At the same time, his bloodied pants were torn off, the flimsy fabric of Shinra standard recreational wear tearing easily. Not taking any time, one of the hyenas spread his cheeks and inserted a finger into his puckered entrance. He cried out, both in anguish and undeniable pleasure. Taking this as encouragement, his violator suddenly rammed three other fingers into him. His bright blue eyes widened and he screamed again, this time only in pain. It hurt, it hurt so bad, but still his slowly hardening cock continued to grow. He couldn't deny how the pain brought pleasure and an immense amount of it. Especially now as the fingers thrusted into him at a quick pace, hitting his sweet spot almost every time. His scream quickly died down into a long, low moan and he pushed his hips back wanting more. Around him, his assailants began to get into it, and two grabbed both of his hands and placed them atop there own penises. He tried to pull away, not wanting to give into them and admit his weakness. He did like this, but not with them. He imagined it was all his secret crushes working on him, not these scoundrels. His chin was lifted and another cock was pressed to his lips, demanding entrance. Not having much of a choice, he opened his mouth and drew it in. He felt the man thrust and he tried not to gag, throat muscles swallowing. He moaned again and his hands moved back and forth over the engorged members he held. The man behind him soon replaced his fingers with his member, not waiting for him to become accustomed to his length and plunged in and out of him. He was not the first to cum. The man in which occupied his right hand was. White seed coated his hand and his arm, part of it on his face. He closed his eyes in order to prevent any from getting in them. Still, the right hand man insisted that he keep pleasuring him. As if setting off a chain reaction, the cock in his mouth exploded and he was forced to drink it all down or face another beating. He gasped for breath as the man pulled out of his mouth and sat back to enjoy the rest of the show.
After a while, and many position changes later, he was left to himself. Cum coated nearly every inch of his body, and much leaked from his behind. Left in his solitude, he giggled. He couldn't stop himself, it was just so funny. Here he was denying all that they had said and yet it was true.
Cloud Strife was Shinra's little bitch.
A/N: Yeah anyway, not my greatest work, but better than nothing. I should be adding the first chapter sometime today or tomorrow. R&R please. Lady Amda Cloudzaxloveyahoo.com