The Puppeteer part 2 (cut and repost)

The Puppeteer - Rebelling his fate

I don't know why.. I don't know how..

"You like it don't you ..my slave"

When I woke up.. I got three vibrators inserted into me..

"Look at ya! Why did you make that face?" They laugh at me. There were three of them, I remember the fat man beside my master is Ron, and the other one standing beside me right now called Rock, they are non identical twins. Rock got muscles and he's a wrestler.

I knew them since I was young, and I knew their game..

I look at my master, he grinned maliciously. I believe my face somehow turns them on. The vibrators stimulates my body and I can't help but sweat and blush

"What are you doing there? Entertain us!" Ron bark as he drink, some of the whiskey stain the table.

"Ya know what to do kid" Rock convince me. But I can't dance, nor move properly with this body.

I hesitated for a while, and my body won't stop shaking.

"Go on now, we are being generous to bought you this outfit" Ron laugh with Rock's words

I frowned and I almost gritted my teeth

What the fuck did he meant by outfit? This is not even a cloth, this is a lot more embarrassing than being naked

I believe they dressed me up in my sleep. I'm wearing a pair of black socks reaching to my thighs, a pair of black gloves reaching above my elbow and a chain collar.. nothing else...

"Move your hand! You're blocking my sight!"

Rock stand behind me and pull both of my hands to my sides stretching me to expose whatever I got, I hate the looks on Ron's pig face.

"Now that's what I call a sight!" He laugh and snickers.

I never able to think properly when I was young..most of the time I only listen and do what I was told. I didn't have much memory either.. Of course not a good memory but I still wonder if I ever enjoy my childhood. It as if my whole fourteen years of living is nothing but a waste.. The only moment I could start to think properly..

Is now

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I am Zylen, fourteen, and living my life as a whore, as a sex slave to my master.. As a drug dealer.. And as a killer..

I recalled my first victim I've killed, he was trying to killed me, I got no choice but to defend myself. I still remember how warm his blood was on my hands and face, and how disturbing his face was when I buried him in the woods. I was traumatized back then, I could not sleep, eat, or did anything right. My master torture me and rape me the whole week until I couldn't walk and bleeds. I didn't remember much but he told me I was acting like I'm crazy. I'm not sure if I was.. Maybe I am.. I couldn't imagine how fucked up I am to think how pleasurable it will be to kill again.. Yes to kill someone right now, to taste the warm blood on my hand and my face.. I wanna fucking kill

Especially this fucking pedophiles cumming inside of my fucking ass right now.

I catch my breath, and couldn't help but to spread my legs wider to hold the pain when he pulled his length away from me. It was hurt, my whole body hurts with the crazy pounding and cuts. Tears stained my face and my hair are all over my face.

"The best flash fuck I ever had in my life!" Rock claimed proudly. And I'm not happy with it. It crush my whole head to think how sick this fucking pedophiles are to fucking fuck a fourteen years old boy. I gritted my teeth in anger and it disgust me to feel Rock's saliva in my mouth.

"Your tight ass is good as ever babe" he crooked a smile baring his yellow teeth, I can't believe how I could let him kiss me in my scream

"T-take it out" I manage to speak. I clawed the floor, I can't handle the pain anymore. I feel like I could split into half, and I can't help but to shiver on the cums stained floor with this slutty outfit I'm wearing.

"Ya been holding that in for two hours, it's not your best record-"

"I said take it out!" I yelled, the vibrators are hurting me. This toys are annoying! Why would they have fuck me with this things inside of me? Is not fucking one but three vibrators! And what's worse, they increase the level just to hear me moans and screams! I felt so disgusted with myself with this stupid body I have. Why did this body gives so much pleasures to them but nothing to me but pain! I fucking hate myself

"Easy kid, you're going to take it the whole night" he snicker at me and I curse him with whatever I have in my mind. If my hands are not chained, I would take this off. But my fucking master, my fucking uncle William is slitting on the couch, grinning satisfied, watching me sprawling on the floor beaten and fucked. I know if I ever dare to try anything he will sell my body to gay clubs for a month or lock me in a dog cage and let me starve until I have to eat my own skin.

I saw Ron took a picture of me with his phone in this position of a whore

"Fuck you Ron!" I cursed him. I'm so drown in anger right now, I hate how they use my body for fuck! I hate how they toying me around just to make me scream. Do I have to get through every single day being chained, beaten, drugged and fucked? Why do I have to bear this sort of fucking rotten life since I was fucking six!

"You like it rough you fucking whore?" He grinned and snapped another picture.

I'm so frustrated not being able to do anything when they do anything they want to me. I tried to struggle the chain, but I know I can't release myself. The vibrators caused my eyes drowned in tears again. I started to moans in desperation to cum.

They laugh and let me suffer.