Home Is With You

14 • Tough Love

*Warning mentions of abuse, rape, racist slurs will be mentioned in the following.*

"Alright! That's it for today cadets back to the base! We'll start training at eight hundred hours!" The TI yelled out. "Yes sir!" We yelled as we went back to the base.

Jogging with everyone, I groan as my muscles ache from the work I did together. But that didn't stop the tension I felt in my muscles as I waited for sir. He may get rough with me at times but I know it's out of love

I was waiting for sir to come back from his training. He was training to be a mechanic. Hearing heavy footsteps approaching the room, I still my fidgeting. He was angry hopefully I wouldn't be beat tonight. Last time he beat me, I got beat a inch within my life.

Jerry knows about my relationship with sir and he tells me that I should leave him. That he was toxic, abusive and manipulating. That he doesn't love me. But I know sir does, he's told me that he is showing me tough love. 

The door was kicked open revealing sir, his blue eyes cold as ever, his blonde hair  damp against his forehead. "Hello si" was all I was able to say before I was dealt a stinging blow to my cheek making my head turn. "Did anyone tell you to speak monkey?" He said making me bow my head.

Feeling him grab my hair as he yanked it making me look at him. "I saw you whoring yourself around today. Is that what you were doing? Smiling at ever Harry, Dick, and Tom that would look at you!" He yelled in my face his spit hitting my cheeks. Shaking my head no, "No sir. I only want you." I say to him. He scoffed before he threw me down onto the floor.

The kick to my stomach had me coughing up spit. "No what are you suppose to say?" He asked making me wince. "Thank you sir." I say to him, a sadistic smirk falls on his lips as he kicks me again and again. In the stomach, the ribs, my groin. I kept repeating "Thank you sir", I felt that maybe I deserved this. I knew he was possessive and jealous of me. He didn't like sharing and I was his. He owned me.

Hearing a knock on the door, I jump as  I look up in bewilderment. "You didn't think that was the end of your punishment did you?" He said as he opened the door revealing five trainees from the mechanic schooling. I watched as the looked at me with hunger and lust filled their eyes as the looked at me. "Your punishment for being a whore is satisfying these boys and my, they do look hungry." Sir said as he he forced me to look at them.

"Starving."

I start to tremble as I grab onto sir to find some sort of comfort in him. "It seems the little nigger wants me to stay so how about I hold him down for ya'." Sir said mockingly as they stepped in the room clossing and locking the door behind them.

One began forcing my clothes off of me as he shoved my shirt down my throat trying to shut me up as I screamed in protest. The sound muffle by the fabric. Sir held down to my arm as I kicked as tried to get away, to cover myself. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and weak.

I tried to shut my eyes but as soon I did Sir made me open my eyes. "Since you want to whore yourself around." He growled  as I felt a pressure weigh on my chest. Gasping for air, I choke on the soft cock that entered my mouth. "Suck like the good bitch you are. Don't you dare bite me." The man growled as he fucked my mouth. I scream around the  as tears came out my eyes as I felt another one force himself inside of me. I attempted to kick him off me as the one on top of me finally stopped fucking my mouth.

"Turn him over." I hear and I cry out as my face is smashed into the carpet, damp with tears as I feel myself be double penitrated making me black out completely letting them use my body for the rest of the night.
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"Remy! Remy baby wake up!" I hear as Homer wakes me up. "I'm sorry." I say wipping my eyes of tears. "Are you okay?" He says as he attempts to touch me but I flinch away from him. I could see how hurt he was but I wasn't in the right mind to be touched. Sitting up I sniffle as I dress myself in last night's clothes.

"I'll be leaving. Thank you for letting me stay." I say to him giving him a weary smile. "Remy tell me what's going on?" Homer said to me as he sat up. "It's fine. I'm okay." I mumbled before leaving his room.

Seeing the sun peak through the sky, I call a cab to pick me up. Hugging myself I can feel their touch on me and in my mouth. I wanted to go and scrub myself until my skin goes raw. I tried so hard to erase those memories from my mind for so long. But I constantly have nightmares so much I barely get sleep. 

The anxiety of them coming back and doing it again is unsettling. The fear that I could possibly see him again makes me want to die. I don't want to go through that again. I don't.