My Roommate Pops My Cherry Pt. 02

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.

"I love you Veryl... I know what I did isn't something you do to someone you love... but jealousy got the best of me and I was hammered... I know its no excuse but please give me a chance to make this right..."

I didn't respond to his words, especially the first part as I gradually calmed down in his arms, my face and palms resting against his chest, while his he had his head buried in my hair.

"I'm too confused and hurt right now... just help me clean myself..." I muttered and Tom nodded in response before helping me lie in the bathtub. He took the hand shower and began cleaning my back and hair. Never had I ever imagined this in my wildest dreams but here we were, me just lying in the warm water while Tom tenderly rubbed my arms and back with soap and water.

Once Tom had bathed me, he whispered, "I've got some medicines for the pain and some lotion... for your... behind... let's get you dried up then you can rest again..." I only nodded in response and once I'd dried myself, I took the pills Tom gave me and went to my bedroom.

I wore some baggy clothes and took a small nap and woke up later at night, Tom was sitting in the hall, reading what seemed like a paper, the dinner already made by him. I silently served myself and he only looked up at me in silence as I ate my food on the Kitchen counter.

"I'm sorry, please tell me what can I do to make this right," Tom spoke after a while to which I didn't bother answering.

"Please..." he added after a while.

"You can't... And I never want to speak to you again. Just try and become scarce around me so I don't have to see you either," I spoke with as much bitterness I could muster.

After the weekend, I and Tom both resumed our normal routine, the only difference being, he left earlier nowadays and returned late, we rarely spoke or saw each other as I'd asked him and strangely, it didn't make me feel any better but it certainly made Tom worse.

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It'd been nearly three months since I'd last spoken to Tom, after the first few days, I'd began to feel like myself and about a month ago, I was able to put that horrid incident behind me. I'd come back to my normal self, I'd ofcourse kept it to myself, what Tom did to me. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to report him. And the only thing difficult to hide was the bite mark on my neck which had taken two weeks to fade off completely, thankfully I had enough female friends to borrow some make up from. The reason I gave them was ridiculous, I'd told them I broke Tom's girlfriend's make up kit and they were happy to provide a proxy for it; but it worked and I finally could wear things other than a hoodie with the hood on.

During this time, I'd broken things off with Matt as well, he'd been mad at me for doing so but I stayed firm on my decision, I had told him I was open to trying his kinks but only with my consent. What he'd done was just as worse as Tom, given the chance he'd had done the same to me from what I accessed and breaking things off seemed the logical thing to do.

The day was almost over, the sun setting lazily behind the hills in the backdrop of my apartment as I fished out for my keys. I saw a car pass by our street, a car that seemed vaguely familiar but I was too busy to notice it as I fumbled in my bag for house keys.

Once I'd gotten them, I moved inside my building and soon opened the door to my apartment, Tom would only come after it was an hour past midnight so I had the apartment to myself and wondered if I should order some food or cook something.

Just before I could enter, I felt my mouth being covered my a larger set of hands as a familiar voice spoke, "I told you, you're all mine."

I was pushed inside roughly and thrown to the floor as the hulking figure latched the lock.

"I told you I'm done with you why are you doing this?" I yelled as he pinned me down and forced a kiss on my lips.

"Because you're ass is too good for me to give up on," he whispered as he kissed my neck and then looked down at my t-shirt.

"I still have the souvenir from last time you know, I'm gonna take one today as well," he said with a malicious grin as he pinned me down by choking me with one hand, and tore my t-shirt off with the other.

"Mat..Matt let goo..." I said struggling under him but all he did was laugh.

"Oh babe I will, but only once I'm done using you, and I'm sure you'll be begging for more by then," he said as he tore my pants next.

The cat like look in his Italian features almost resembled that of a predator as he began kissing me while using his free hand to grope my pecs roughly as he kneaded them. I couldn't help but moan from being manhandled by him.

"I could have made this more pleasurable for you had you not broke up with me, but well I intend for us to have fun today regardless," he spoke slapping me hard, harder than Tom had and Matt wasn't even drunk. And it sent all my blood gushing into my dick, making my cock rise.

I felt the skin of my lip break, "Matt... let go I'll call... call the cops.. cops on you," I managed to say.

He only smirked and started undressing himself, "Call them, I'm sure they'll join in the fun as well, that's a premium ass, maybe I'll whore you to them, I'm sure they'll even pay for it," he said as he kicked off his pants, his shirt already undone, while his cock leaked precum and wetted my jockstrap.

"That gym hunk you live with, tell me for real, you want him to sodomize you don't you?" he spoke just before he bit my nipple making me moan in pain.

How did he know about Tom, I never told him who I lived with...

"Babe I've been meaning to do this from more than a month, now that I know your roomie gets home only after midnight, I can fuck you for six hours straight," he said with a wicked grin.

"Don't worry bitch, he's gonna see the mess you will be after I'm done with you, who knows, he might as well cop in a few fucks himself," he laughed as he tore off my jockstrap, leaving me naked.

He then took his phone and began taking pictures of me, naked on the floor with his hand wrapped around my neck.

"That's insurance, for later," he spoke before putting the camera to record.

"And the recording is for me, now ready to be the whore you were meant to be?" he asked slapping my face a few more times before he pulled me up by my hair and forced me on my knees. And as he did, I could feel my cock begin to leak.

"Give me a good blow and I'll leave you alive, try anything and I promise you'll wish you had a cunt that was more resilient," he sneered as he forced his cock in my mouth.

Scared for my life, I obliged and began sucking him in earnest, the need to survive overpowering my self respect and urge to resist. Matt grinned in approval and began face fucking me, choking me on his monster cock while my eyes teared. The memory of being treated similarly sometime back by Tom flashed my mind, the only difference was, Matt intended to do exactly this, while Tom had been under the influence of alcohol and would never have even touched me in his right mind.

As I bobbed my head up and down Matt's cock, he began fingering my hole, it had almost come back to its normal condition and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin as Matt forced two of his fingers knuckles deep in me. I let out a lewd moan as his experienced fingers were quick to find my prostate.

"Its so tight baby, but feels like you've been putting things in there.. Have you?" he said drooling over my hole, his other hand forcing his cock to stay deep in my throat.

"Such a fucking great cunt," he whispered as he pushed in two more fingers, making me groan in pain around his cock, which only made him skull fuck me harder and moan louder. But soon the pain began turning into pleasure, making my cock leak precum.

"Once I'm done using your mouth, I want you to scream my name, and tell me what a motherfucking whore you are, understand?" he said pushing his thumb next making me squirm under him. I tried pushing him off me realizing I had almost given in to the pleasure he was forcing on me and he was enjoying the struggle.

"Its always good when they resist, its more fun to break them," he said finally letting my face go before slapping me hard across my cheek as I fell to the floor.

"Please Matt..." I said holding my cheek, fresh tears flowing down my face. I could not believe I was about to be raped a second time, right where I lived. And even worse was, I was liking it, as was evident from my cock that was leaking like a faucet.

"I said scream sweetheart," Matt spoke in vengeful tone and I felt pain shoot through the upper right half of my back as he hit me with his belt. I screamed in pain as he began lashing blows on my body, his fat cock squirting precum every time his belt hit my skin and I yelled in pain for him to stop.

"You like that huh hussy? I can see you do, your cock doesn't agree with your words babe, you're so hard. I knew you were a kinky slut the day I saw you for the first time." he asked as he rained a few more lashes on my back and legs, red marks already turning blue black as he pulled me to my knees holding my hair.

"Please Matt, please stop it hurts... please..." I begged while crying as he spit on my face. And the most twisted part was a part of me loved it that he was doing this to me.

"But I'm loving this baby, tell daddy you're nothing but a fuck toy for his pleasure..." he said kissing me sloppily. Knowing he'd hurt me more if I didn't, I whispered between sobs, "I... I.. am your fuck toy daddy..."

"And do you know what daddies do to their fuck toys babe?" he said planting one last kiss on my jaw before he pulled away.

"They use them whenever, however and wherever they want," he spoke, and began thrashing me with his hand while I tried my best to defend myself, it was in vain as he was stronger and his only intention was to hear me scream. And the beating only made me feel hornier, I couldn't believe I was enjoying this, I was loving being manhandled, however morally wrong it felt.

After being beaten up for more than an hour, I was splayed on the floor, under his foot as he began pissing on my face and my body. His piss burned the bruises and wounds he'd given me and made me groan as almost all of my body stung with hurt. But my erection had never gone down for a second and I was beginning to get desperate to cum.

"Matt... I beg you, for the sake of humanity just give me a break... I can't take any more..." I said as he forced the remnants of his piss down my throat, making me drink it.

"Floozies like you are meant to be treated this way Veryl. God made you so I could do this to you, and that's all I'm doing, carrying out divine will," he said with an evil grin.

"Now it's time for the main event," Matt said as he pulled me up holding my pecs before thrashing me hard on the wall adjacent to our kitchen.

He then held me to the wall with his palm around my neck, choking me as he lifted me off the floor.

"I'm gonna destroy this act you put up of being an innocent virgin when what you truly are is a cock tease and kinky gigolo who was made to pleasure real men like me, Look at you, you've only gotten hornier by whatever I've done to you..." he whispered in my ear as he kicked open my legs and began positioning his cock on my entrance while stroking my cock with his hand.

"Noooooooooo!" I screamed and howled in pain as he bit down on my neck, the same way Tom had, and plunged his cock deep inside me in one go. I could feel my ass stretch and my hole break as he bottomed out in me before he moved his mouth to my right nipple and bit it hard until I felt warmth flow down my body.

"You're gonna be my harlot for the rest of your life..." he said with a contended smile as he bit down on my left nip until he felt my skin break.

All the while he kept pumping his monster dick in me, fucking me unceremoniously while burying his nails in my skin, wherever he could find. My own hands remained on his, hoping he'd let go off my neck as I felt the life draining out of me. And slowly I could feel the pain dull and give way to the familiar pleasure of being fucked hard and getting my G spot hit every time his cock thrusted in me.

"Tell me what a nasty slut you are Veryl," he said holding my jaw with one of his hands and as I looked in his eyes, I spoke, more to myself than for him, "I'm a dirty little slut who likes to take big cocks up his ass and likes being treated like a whore. I'm a nasty bitch who loves being taken by real men like you..." my eyes almost rolling behind my eyes as the pleasure of being fucked by Matt became too much for me to handle.

And just when I thought I was about to pass out, he threw me on the floor roughly. He adjusted my worn out body so I was on my knees and then I felt him mount me like I were a bitch and in that moment, I was... I was his bitch.

He began biting me on my shoulders and back, his hands alternating between pulling at my nips and pecs and burying themselves in the flesh of my abdomen and my waist which only got me closer to my orgasm, I could fell myself coming closer to the brink of no return as he pounded me the roughest I'd ever been.

All I could smell was a coppery smell of blood and the stench of his piss, and the overpowering scent of sex. As he fucked me raw and wild, I couldn't help but look at the door, hoping for once to see Tom... He'd never let anyone treat me this way... Hell he'd break Matt's arms just for laying a finger on me... Even though I was loving the feeling of being whored, I didn't want to let Matt have the satisfaction that he'd made me give in and I bit my lips harder, until they bled to stop any moans from escaping my mouth.

And then I felt it, Matt took hold of both my pecs and pulled me back, burying his cock as deep as he could and giving rough erratic thrusts as he bred me with his seed. And it was what took me to edge, making me squirt hands free and my body shook in his arms from my intense orgasm which only made Matt happier.