Dirty Little Secret
"No! Please, stop it!" I begged as coarse hands explored every inch of me. Teasing and torturing me. His hands hurt so much. I wanted it to be over, but sadly it was just beginning.
"Come now, Lucifer. We both know you're a phyco; and we've been at this for two years, now man up." he cooed at me, mocking my very existence. I hated him. At first he was just annoying; touching my butt every now and then, then he got worse with his teasing, now it's this. He's a sadist, he liked making me beg for him to stop. He wouldn't. Ever.
He had me on his lap is lap. He was aroused, I know he was. His heavy pants, shaking arms. Why did he delight in tormenting me? I was just a 'shiney', a nobody.
His hands found a place that made me moan. I didn't want him touching me there. He was too rough. His hands hurt, they always left bruises.
I soon was screaming, he had stopping teasing me and was now in the main event. No longer feeling, fondling, or licking, it was full out skrewing, hitting, biting , shoving now. He loved biting me while I was being skrewed by him, called them love marks. As if!
He was rougher than usual this time. He shoved me forward so I was on all fours and tore into me. It hurt so much, I cried. What did I do to deserve this? I hadn't down anything wrong, so why?
His name name was gash. He was a commander and the one in charge of my squad. I wasn't the only one he skrewed either. Before he called me for our sessions, he's skrewed at least three others, be they captain, sergeant, lieutenant, or shiney. He liked taking shineys better, though.
I can never remember how our sessions end. I black out before he's through with me. I don't plan on knowing. I was pretty sure the he often finished while biting my shoulder though. I never could explain the bruises there.
I woke up alone. I was glad I was alone. To hear gash mock me would have been unbearable. I assessed the damage from today and sure enough he had left bite marks on my shoulder's again. I swore I'd kill him.
Once I was decent, I headed for the washrooms, I felt disgusting. The warm bacta sped up the healing of my bruises. It felt so nice against my aching back, removing dirt, dead skin, and my pain. It swept it all away. All but one pain, a throbbing ache where he'd touched me.
I couldn't take it. I sank to my knees, wishing for it to go away. It only got worse and I couldn't understand why, bacta was suppost to ease pain, not increase it.
With my hand trembling, I slowly searched around the area around that place. It somewhat eased the ache but not enough to make it bearable. Biting my lip, I gingerly rubbed it. A tremor ran up my spine. It didn't hurt, in fact quite the opposite.
Gradually the ache became an odd sensation, but I liked it. I had never felt like that before. Never. Gash never made me feel this way. He always hurt me. This was so different. I wanted this feeling to last.
Suddenly I moaned, the ache was back but it only urged me on. I felt amazing. I shook and it was all over. White liquid covered my hand, but the bacta washed it away. No one would know what had happened in here. Gash wouldn't ever know. I was my secret and I remembered all of it.