Chapter 3: Shared
Alina heard Mistress Amanda's high heels clicking on the concrete floor, moving away from them. A few moments later, a heavy door opened and then closed somewhere in the corridor. She had left her alone with her two henchman and had given them an explicit permission to rape Alina, albeit to maintain her vaginal virginity. An awful moment silence passed. Then the two brothers started a loud and intense discussion in Russian.
"They are discussing who is going to rape me first!", Alina concluded in horror. Seconds later she heard what sounded like a Russian version of 'Stone Paper Scissors'. She was dejected about how these two could be so perverse to use an innocent child's game to decide who would be the first to commit the unspeakable crime of raping a helpless girl.
"Cyka blyat!", a frustrated scream came from the corridor followed by a loud bang on the cell door. Alexej's striking laughter marked him as the winner as he entered the room with a wide smile on his face.
"I won, little strawberry", he smiled to her. Alexej's face had the expression of a little boy who had just heard that he was allowed to stay up late on Christmas eve. He took off his pants and laid down next to Alina on the mattress. He did not seem to be bothered by the filthy underlay as his right hand explored Alina's breasts, stomach and crotch while his other hand stroke his rapidly stiffening penis.
"You really never ever fucked, little strawberry?", he asked as he inserted one of his fingers into her butthole. Alina shook her head, again blushening from the humiliation of a stranger touching her in the most intimate places and having no chance but to endure it.
"They say the first time always hurts, but I know a way to make it less painful. The key is a good lubrication", Alexej said as he arose and knelt before her, his hard penis dangling just an inch away from her face.
Alina was uncertain if Alexej tried to be nice to her, giving her that admittedly cute and very fitting nickname 'little strawberry' and encouraging her to withstand the inevitable brutal loss of her anal virginity, or if he was just mocking her.
"Come on, take my cock in your mouth and lick it. Use your spit to make it wet and slimy before I push it into your butt!", Alexej instructed. I sounded more like an ecouragement rather than a command. "And don't bite!", he added as if he was telling a joke.
The last time Alina had seen a penis this close had been a year ago on a school trip when Zach, one of her classmates, made a naked dash through the hostel corridor for a game of 'truth or dare'. Just like today, the situation had caught her completely off guard. She had just stepped out of her room to see where all the noise came from and the naked Zach would have almost crashed into her, if he had not shown excellent reflexes by jinking to the left in the last second. The encounter then had made her chuckle back then.
The situation now was different. The size of Zach's limp penis flapping wildly with his steps was nothing compared to Alexej's boner, coming closer and closer. With less then an inch remaining between the phallus and her lips, Alina noticed a light smell of urine. It almost made her gag. She decided that it was better to comply and reluctantly opened her mouth. Alexej did not need another invitation. Slowly and carefully, he let his erection slip between her lips.
"Good! Good! Hmm, yes! Lick it! Use your tongue to play with it!", he instructed her. Alina obeyed, trying her best to ignore the unfamiliar shape and taste in her mouth. Alexej seemed to be pleased and withdrew from her.
"Good. Now, my cock is nice and prepared. Get on your knees and then bend over, ass in the air!", he instructed.
Alina followed the orders. With her hands and feet cuffed, it was difficult to get into the required position, but she eventually made it. Her already racing heart picked up the pace even more as Alexej climbed behind her and positioned his wet member at her back entrace. It was a weird feeling to Alina having her sphincter pushed apart by Alexej. Although she could tell that he was careful, it still hurt and made her groan.
"Don't be shy, little strawberry", her rapist whispered. "I know it hurts. You can scream if you have to."
And indeed, as Alexej pushed his erection in further and further, she could not hold back a few loud and quick yelps that turned into a constant wailing as he started moving in and out of her butt hole, easy at first, then gradually picking up the pace. Then he released his load into her bowels. Alina sensed her sphincter closing again with a snap as he withdrew at last.
She left the humiliating pose that exposed her butt to any kind of violation, rolling up in a fetal position on the mattress. Alexej was happy with what he had done. After putting his pants back on, he leaned over to the crying girl.
"Shhh, it's over now", he coaxed. "You did well. And you will get used to it."
"Alexej, what are doing?", Boris grumbled from the door. "Are you going to propose to the whore or what? Come on, move your ass, I want to fuck her, too!"
"Fine", Alexej said leaving the cell. "Be gentle, to her Boris! She is very fragile. I will take a piss and have a smoke. Then I will take the night shift, as agreed."
Boris waited as his brother moved away. Then, when the sound of a closing door echoed through the corridor, he stepped into the cell. Alina was shaking in fear. There was no reason to think that Boris would be as careful as Alexej.
"He told you to scream", he said. "You call that screaming, skinny bitch? Here, I will give you a reason to scream!"
Boris picked up one of Alina's socks from the ground and stuffed it into her mouth. He tied the remains of her slip around her head to hold the sock in place. His right hand grabbed her jaw, holding it in an iron grip. Boris smiled as he admired the improvised gag.
"We have real ball gag around here somewhere. This will look so great in your mouth. Do you know what this is?"
He held up something that looked like an old fashioned electric razor. But instead of blades, the upper end was only equipped with two long metal spikes. Alina shook her head.
"This is a taser", Boris explained. "You put normal batteries in it and when you push this button, little reels on the inside turn their voltage into painful but not lethal 50,000 volts."
Alina's eyes opened wide in anxiety as Boris pushed the button and a menacing high pitched humming came from the device.
"Do you know what happens, if these two little metal things touch your skin?"
Alina found out the next second. Boris let go of her jaw and rammed the taser into her chest. An invisible force grabbed Alina and made her tense every muscle in her body. The shock lasted only a moment, but to her it felt like an eternity of pain that made it impossible for her to think, impossible to scream, impossible to breath. She drew long breaths through her nostrils as the electricity had finally left her body.
Unaware of Boris having stripped completely in the mean time, Alina was unprepared has he knelt down behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling them towards his crotch. With brutal thrusts, he buried his erection in her still aching butt hole. It was not only the stark difference to the careful approach of his brother that made Alina scream into her gag in despair. Boris kept up a relentless pace as he hammered his member into the defenseless girl again and again. After a few thrusts, he leaned forward, grabbed Alina's nipples and buried his fingernails in the soft flesh of her young breasts, tugging on them brutally.
"If I pull on these a little more, maybe you will grow some decent tits! What do you think, skinny bitch?"
Alina gave nothing but muffled cries as an answer. She heard his words through a veil of agony. This was not the birthday sex she had imagined. Her daydreams of her and Tim in her room, burning candles set up all around the bed, slow passionate music playing somewhere in the background, all of that was so far away right now.
Boris finally came, too. Just as rapidly as he had entered her, he pulled out, giving her a smack on the butt than made her roll back on her side. Alina's anus was on fire. Her breasts felt like her nipples had been ripped off. Her throat was hoarse from all the screaming and crying. She was thirsty. How many hours had it been since she had had something to drink? Ironically, her bladder felt like it was about to burst. Alina knew that the next humiliation of using the bucket as a toilet would not have to wait any longer.
"You have to do better than this to impress me, skinny bitch!", Boris yelled, as he put his clothes back on. He spit on her face, hitting her right eye. "If you don't make me happy, you do not obey. That means, I will use this!"
He pushed the taser into her stomach and held it there for several seconds. The first thing Alina felt as she regained the control over her body was the warm stream of her own pee running over her legs. Boris noticed this, too.
"You stupid cunt! You must use the bucket when you have to piss or shit!", he lectured her. "Here, let me help you remember!"
He grabbed her hair, turned her around and pushed her face-forward into the wet spot of the mattress. Her face being pushed into the soaked fabric gave Alina even more troubles to breathe. She struggled to evade the grip of the buff. She had to escape on her own, or he would smother her. Alina was sure of that and felt new panic rising as the urine from the drenched mattress ran into her nose and into her gagged mouth.
"Blyat, Boris!", Alexej barked from the door. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Boris let go of Alina's hair. She immediately rolled over and breathed as fast as she could.
"Making her learn her place", Boris replied calmly. "Just as Mistress Amanda asked us to do."
Alexej shook is head. "We are supposed to guard her", he expressed with visible anger. "We are not supposed to kill her!"
Boris stepped outside without a word, leaving the hyperventilating Alina alone in her cell.
"Get yourself cooled down", Alexej commanded Boris. "It is now 8pm. We take 12 hour shifts as usual. That means yours starts tomorrow at 8am. Get some sleep and don't be late."
8pm! That time spun in Alina's head. She was supposed to meet Tim in front of the cinema now. How long would it be until he understood that she wouldn't be there? What would he think of her? That she was an disloyal hooker who preferred spending her time with someone else instead of him? Or would he call one of his backup hoes to just go straight to fucking her without wasting time seeing a movie? No, no. Tim was no one who would do that or even have backup hoes.
The sudden realization of how irrelevant those thoughts were compared to her situation made Alina feel sick. Here she was, at an unkown location, naked and shackled in a dirty basement, having just been raped twice and facing countless more involuntary acts in the near future. She was going to throw up any moment now. She needed to get rid of the gag, but it with her hands on her back, she would never manage to remove it on her own. If she wasn't freed fast, she would choke on her own puke. Was it maybe the better option than to endure what was going to happen to her?
"Tell me when and where the wedding of you two turtledoves will be", Boris mocked as he left the corridor.
Alexej entered the cell and removed the gag from Alina's mouth. Still cuffed, she immediately crawled over to the bucket just in time before the vomit pushed over her lips. Alexej went through the cell, picking up the shreds of her clothes, putting them into a trash bag that he tossed out into the corridor when he was done.
"Do you promise to behave, little strawberry?", he asked her. Alina, still bent over the bucket, nodded. She heard the locks of the handcuffs clicking and felt her hands being freed. Moments later, her feet were free, too.
For a brief moment, wile rubbing her raw wrists, she thought about trying her luck to dash through the cell door. But thinking about her still wobbly legs and aching muscles, she decided against it. Her chances of escape were too small anyway. And a failed escape attempt would probably only make things worse for her. Instead, she crawled back to the end of the mattress that was not soaked with her piss and rolled up in a ball there.
"You have to forgive my little brother. He is a good person. But he spent 14 years in a gulag in Siberia. That time has changed him", Alexej tried to persuade her from the corridor.
"What did he spent time for?", Alina asked.
Alexej made a short break, looking down on the floor and then looking back at Alina. "He was not an inmate. He was the interrogator. He tortured the prisoners", he replied as he closed the cell door from the outside.
It did not get better for Alina over the next week. Day after day was the same circle of pain and humiliation. The two brothers kept their shift schedule and never changed it. Alexej guarded her during the night, Boris during the day. Each of them would visit her during their shifts to butt fuck her. Alexej remained careful with her while Boris became more and more cruel with each time he raped her rear end.
She was fed twice a day, every time Alexej and Boris changed their shifts, her new guard would bring her a plastic bottle of water a puny meal that only consisted of chopped raw vegetables and a piece of bread. It was always served in a metal bowl. She always had to eat with her hands. Her captors took no chances in giving her anything she could use as a weapon, like a fork or a porcellan plate that she could break and use the shards to attack Alexej or Boris. Not that her chances of successfull killing one of them would have been great anyway.
Alexej always gave her time to eat and drink before he demanded her to get into position and offer herself to him. Boris would rape her first, then make her gulp down everything as fast as possible before putting the handcuffs on her and strapping a large ball gag into her mouth. Even if she had followed every order of his, he decided to disclipline her by restraining her. Every time Alina tasted the leather and rubber from the gag, she asked herself how many unfortunate girls had tasted it before her – and if the gag had ever been cleaned.
The two brothers kept their promise of using her butt only once per day each. But that did not mean that they would not use Alina to service them in other ways. Alexej regularly demanded blowjobs from her. On the plus side, he kept encouraging her, she could improve her technique this way give a good performance to the guests at the big event. Boris on the other hand received his pleasure from mocking and torturing Alina, preferably by pulling her nipples, pinching her clit or working the taser on her. This always gave him a boner that he would fap away, spurting his cum all over the degraded girl when he came.
Alina soon learned where the mysterious smell in the room came from. It was a mix of sweat, urine, feces and semen that became stronger by the day. Neither of her guards was really eager to ever empty the bucket that served Alina as a toilet and she had nothing to cover it with. So she eked out a bare existence in her dark narrow cell until she felt like her body, covered with a dried crust of all that nasty fluids, had adapted the disgusting reek and would never smell like the body of a normal, clean and healthy person again.
The most bizarre thing about her solitary confinement was, that between the repeated abuses, Alina was getting bored. Once she was left alone in her prison, there was not much to do. She did her best to entertain herself. She quietly sang her favourite songs, humming the parts where she did not remember the lyrics. She daydreamed of being in better places. A recurring fantasy was her and Tim strolling amidst wide green meadows with a warm summer breeze shaking the grasses and caressing their faces. And she touched herself. It felt weird at first, but after hesitantly rubbing herself for the first time on the third day as an anal sex slave, she discovered that pleasure helped her to forget the pain. It was her personal reward to herself that whenever her butt had been brutally ravaged, she gave herself an orgasm. Even if Boris had cuffed her hands behind her back, she found a way to reach her sweet spot.
Mistress Amanda came to see her every day. But she never talked to Alina. Neither did she touch her. She would just stand in the door frame, looking down on the miserable girl with her cold eyes for a few moments and then leave again. Alina understood that Mistress Amanda was the only one who was able to change her situation. But apparently, she never saw the need to. And thus, Alina would always sink back on her mattress in desparation when she was once more denied to leave her prison.
To be continued.