Prison?

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains an abusive relationship, sex, violence, beatings, kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment, emotional abuse, sex, pee, and non consensual sexual acts, this is just a story, nothing is based on true events.

Zeke's penis began to spray a hard stream of piss, it hit my chest like a fire hose, the warm urine ran over me and I should have felt sick, but it was making me horny. He took his hand and started moving his penis as the piss shot out, he sat up on my knees, spraying piss all over the bed. The sound it made, for some reason it made me hotter, I couldn't hold it back, without any stimulation at all I climaxed, Zeke started rubbing himself again, then pulled up my skirt as he leaned over again, he started slipping his still slightly pissing dick up my thighs, the warm liquid hitting my clitoris, then he started shoving it against my vagina.

"No! You're too big! Please don't hurt me!" I screamed.

"Hurt you, but you just had an orgasm, that means you want it." He continued to shove it in, I cried and let out a wail of pain as it entered, it felt as though he was tearing me. I stuggled against Zeke, as much as I could muster, then I passed out again.

"I got too excited and came in her. Clean her up." I heard Zeke speaking to someone, my eyes were heavy, I opened them slowly, it was the girl I went to clolege with. Zeke walked out of the room, I tried to sit up, but my entire body hurt.

"Don't move too much, he beat you hard." The girl said as she walked to a set of French doors to my right, she opened them to reveal a large bathroom. This bathroom looked bigger than my bedroom. I pulled myself up on the bed and leaned on the headboard. There was a lot of blood on the bed, my legs were covered in it. My head began to throb, blood ran down my face. I gasped in surprise and reached up to feel the wound, my forehead was split open about four inches, from when he hit me the first time, I had almost forgotten.

"I told you, he beat you hard. Let me help you to the bath." The girl walked over to the bed and held out her hand. All I could do was start sobbing, I started to remember bits and pieces of what had happened after I passed out the first time. He hit me many times, any time I would cry or make a sound, another punch. His huge "sword" as he called it tore me open, making everything painful and un-enjoyabal.

"Does he do this to all of the girls who are in heat?" I whimpered the question to the girl.

"Yes." She answered, she was getting tired of waiting for me to grab her hand, so she grabbed my arm and began to pull me off the bed. I winced in pain as soon as she touched me, I cried out. As I stepped off of the bed my legs gave out and I collapsed to the ground.

"Jesus, you can't even walk?" The girl said with irritation.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed. She pulled me to my feet and started dragging me to the bathroom.

"We don't have time, stupid asshole came inside, we need to get it out before you become pregnant. You don't want to know what happens if you get pregnant." The girl drug me to the huge marble garden bathtub, I climbed in but stayed standing.

"This is all illegal, why doesn't anyone call for help!?" I was getting angry. That asshat had raped me and beat me unconscious, and now she is trying to wash the evidence away.

"Bitch, your in heat, it doesn't take long to get pregnant, do you really want to carry his baby?!" She yelled as she forced me to sit in the tub.

"Douche." She said as she handed me a pharmacy disposable douche. She watched me as I attempted to insert the tip of the douche, it hurt incredibly bad.

"I can't, it's too swollen." I cried, why was this happening? The girl grabbed the douche and started trying to shove it in my swollen vagina, me pulling away in pain.

"Stop it, you have to get clean, or I am the one that will be punished." She started to cry, and I realized that she was just as scared, no, even scarder than me. I tried to relax my body in the warm water, but it hurt so much that I was still tense. She managed to get the douche in me, and she squeezed the disposable bottle that held the vinegar and water mixture, the cool liquid felt good on my sore cunt. She finished the douche, and pulled a second one out, sliding it in my still swollen hole, again a squirt of cool water. The sensation reminded me of Zeke's piss hitting my clit, I started to feel hot and horny again, even through the pain. I started moaning, and moving my hips around, the girl stopped,

"Seriously? You are a horny bitch in heat, damn!" The girl pulled the douche out, my vagina was throbbing in want for more. The girl stood up and looked at me.

"Wash yourself." She walked to the door and stood there, watching me. I started to wash the blood from my body, my loins still quivering in anticipation of being touched again. I reached down to pleasure myself, to make the feeling stop.

"No, you arnt allowed to do that. He will take care of you, get clean." The girl said, very sternly. I continued to wash my hair and body, bruises had started to form all over me. The gash in my forehead had finally stopped bleeding, it stung in the water.

"Can I get stitches? Will he let me see a doctor?" I asked, the girl just laughed.

"Get out." She said as she grabbed a pink towel off of a shelf and brought it to me.

It hurt to stand, but I managed. I dried myself off and the girl drug me back to the bed, she went to put the shackel back around my neck. I flinched, and tried to pull away.

"Stop it!" The girl yelled as she slapped my face. She managed to get the shackle back on my neck, then she shoved me down onto the floor.

"Bitches belong on the floor." She said. I still only had a towel wrapped around me.

"What is you're name? I went to college with you." I said, the girl had begun to strip the urine soaked and bloodstained bedding, she paused after I spoke.

" We don't have names here, we are all bitches." She looked pained as she spoke.

"Okay...what was your name?" I rephrased my question with sarcasm.

"Donna." She answered.

"I'm Kara, nice to meet you." I replied, she looked at me like I was crazy, then she let out a tiny smile. She continued to strip the bed.

"So, he collects Omegas? Thats unusual, do I have to join his pack? Does he only pick omegas that aren't part of a pack?" I bombarded Donna with questions.

"There is no pack, he doesn't want a pack." Donna said, quietly as if she were afraid someone might hear.

"No pack? But he's an alpha, he should want a pack, instinctivly." I was confused. The door opened,

"Smells nice in here."