Bullied and the Bitch

Chapter 5: My Saviour

I hate being rudely interrupted from my sleep before I'm ready to wake up – doubly so when it's to pain. I awaken with a gasp, firstly noticing that the blanket I'd fallen asleep under is no longer concealing my nude body. Next, realising that I'm still a man... with testicles. My sensitive balls are caged within a tight grip. Howling in pain as it's squeezed even tighter, I beg my attacker for mercy.

"Please," I gasp out.

"Oh, but I so love it when a man cries out in pain," the lady above me coos. It takes me a moment to realise it's some overweight, middle-aged hag with a nose slightly too long and a face dotted with acne scars, particularly collected on her chubby cheeks.

"Stop it!" I groan as the pain makes me crumple. I try to fight her, push her off, but she just squeezes tighter, rendering me immobile. She grins cruelly at my reaction, enjoying the agony she's inflicting.

Finally, she releases my balls and I lie there, breathing hard, trying to recover from the suffering. I'd never been in that much pain before, not even when my ex had rubbed my clit a bit too hard and made me bleed.

She's stripping herself cordially and I glance at her pimply ass and retch a couple of times. I nearly throw the delicious pasta back up. When she's done, she gets back on the bed and if I thought I could not get more repulsed, I was wrong. There are so many rolls all over her body... and her breasts have sagged so much the nipples are almost to her belly. I couldn't even see her pussy – it was that obscured by her untrimmed pubic hair.

"Get away from me," I growl, moving backward in the bed, feeling the rising panic in my throat.

"Now come on. I paid for you fair and square." She laughs menacingly, closing the space between us faster than I can back away. I run out of space on the bed and leap off it. I sprint to the door and try the handle. My heart sinks into my stomach as I find it locked.

The disgusting, fat witch laughs at my distress. I hear her get off the bed as I struggle with the door, once against closing the distance between us. I feel her hand on my shoulder, when I decide to retaliate, my instincts kicking in from me being cornered. I raise a hand and give her an almighty bitch slap across the face. Except, like last time, I forget about my newfound strength. The woman stumbles back, dazed, tripping over a chair and collapsing to the floor.

A chill runs through me as I fear I've killed her.

My survival instinct soon takes over though and I turn my attention back to the door. I start slamming my shoulder into it. Lucky for me, the metal clasp that usually holds the latch, keeping the door locked, is gone. The only thing holding it is old, rotten wood. I throw my entire body weight into the door and it starts to budge. I continue with renewed vigour, even though pain shoots through my entire arm. The memory of that woman torturing me with her grip on those balls was too fresh in my mind.

On the twelfth hit, the door breaks open and I inwardly cheer. I almost sprint out but then remember that I'm still completely naked. I looked around for my clothes, before recalling that I've left them in the bathroom. I'm about to head there to grab them when I hear the woman groaning as she comes to. For a fraction of a second, my body panics so much that I completely freeze up. The moment passes and I grab the blanket off the bed, wrapping it around myself as I escape through the door.

I run through the hallway, then sprint up the stairs. The woman who had guided me into this hellhole is no longer there by the entrance, which is great. I run into the street, ignoring the gasps and murmurs as people take in the sight of me. A man, with nothing but a blanket covering his delicates.

They are the least of my worries. My fear of the woman I'd encountered drives me forward as I run through the street, no particular destination in mind.