Gerard POV

My throat was raw and wrecked from the last customer.

The one using me now was a man with black, greasy hair and a terrible expression. Bert. I knew him too well.

He bit at my shoulder as he pounded into me mercilessly.

I only whimpered at the pain.

He touched me. I let him.

I was too weak to fight anyways.

He laughed at me. I could only cry silently.

Slowly, he picked me up from the bed and buried himself as deep as he could go. With one more, painful, thrust... he came inside me.

Warmness was dripping out of my hole as I panted.

"Who's slut are you?" He questioned.

"Y-Yours." I panted. "All yours, Bert."

Then... another man. He fucked me so hard, I couldn't breathe.

Bert and the other man remained there as another came.

Now, the three held me down and pounded into me, in turn. One, another, another. All incredibly big.

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I woke up screaming and hugging my body to myself. Someone had thrown water on me.

"Get up." Mikey hissed. "You have a full calendar today."

I stumbled to my feet and Mikey uncuffed me.

Slowly, I went over to my closet.

I pretended to study the clothes for a while; a desperate attempt to buy time.

"Hurry up!" Mikey yelled.

I jumped and grabbed the first shirt I could find. Then, I had an idea.

I pulled on the shirt and then another shirt.

In truth, I was putting on ALL the clothes I owned. They weren't much, but I sure as hell wasn't gonna make it easy for whoever had to undress me.

Finally, I ended up with two pairs of jeans, five shirts, and four pairs of socks. I also added my winter hat and thin jacket.

Mikey sighed.

"Why do you even fight it, Gerard?"

"Because Frankie is coming for me. And when he finds me, you are going to JAIL, Michael Way!"

Mikey laughed softly and grabbed my hair.

I whimpered and followed him. First room. A man was already inside. The only other man to forcefully taste what was left of my virginity. Bert McCracken.

I shivered.

Bert stood up from the bed and pulled me to him. His breath smelled like alcohol.

"Am I allowed to... break these?" He asked, gesturing to my clothes.

Mikey stretched out his hand. Bert smiled and placed a bill on it.
"
Keep the rest." Bert said. "I'm just so happy to see my favorite little tight ass."

Mikey left.

Bert took hold of my butt and pulled me to him. Then, his disgusting tongue was in my mouth. I tried to fight it, but he was too dominant.

Slowly, he began pushing me backwards.

My back hit the wall within a few minutes.

There, He proceeded to kiss me lustfully. My struggling was useless against him. He loved it when I struggled and was well prepared for it.

Finally, I was able to pull away from the forced kiss. Bert directed himself to my neck as he picked me up.

He was hard. And I could feel it.

He slammed me into the wall and stuck his lips to my neck while rubbing his crotch on mine.

Fresh tears were falling from my eyes.

No... I had to keep fighting!

"Frankie..." I whimpered.

I felt him smile and pull from my neck. He began grinding himself on me.

"Oh, baby," he purred. "I love it when you fight me."

"Frankie!" I called again.

He pulled something from the back of his pants. Scissors. Slowly, he began to cut off my thin jacket. Then, my first shirt. I struggled against him. He moaned and pressed me harder to the wall.

"Don't make me cum too early, sweetheart. We'll miss the fun."

"FRANKIE!!"

I was in pain now. My body felt crushed. I was panting, but out of pain. He was hurting me!

"St-Stop!" I whispered. "Please? Bert, please stop? Oh, God... Frankie please.... please find me!"

He moaned again and cut off my second shirt.

The shirts came off one by one. Then, he carried me to the bed and pinned me down. He pulled off my pants and threw them across the room.

God... please... make him stop....

I was begging again. Pleading. But not to him. To God. I needed a miracle to stop him. I was begging for Frank.

A sound. My other pants coming off. Then, Bert cut up my underwear.

"SAVE ME!" I screamed.

Bert froze for a moment, then smiled.

I felt him plunge into me. It burned.

"STOP HIM!" I screamed, my throat raw from emotion."PLEASE... GOD, PLEASE! HE'S HURTING ME!"

Bert laughed and thrusted into me, full force. Pain ripped through my body.

My screams turned to loud sobs. A shirt in my mouth, muffling my cries. Bert moaning in pleasure.

I was too weak to fight back anymore. Bert was being extremely rough. Rougher than ever.

The sound of slapping skin deafened me.

No... this... this couldn't be it!

I... I'VE GOTTA BE BETTER THAN THIS!

Also… another sound in the air….

Notes

this is a tough chapter