Subject: Chapter 25
Short summary: Things get even more dark for Clark but then there's a light at the end of the tunnel...
NOTE: another graphic non-con chapter...
See all chapters here...
Chapter 25
After he'd last seen Lex, the routine went on and on. How long the routine lasted, Clark wasn't sure. It was weeks certainly... Without days off, it was hard to keep track of time. It was a day-in and day-out endless stream of girls who believed the lies told to them and were inexperienced enough that they didn't realize that Clark wasn't enjoying it. Sometimes three or four a day... On the "four girls" days, it wasn't often he could perform for the last one but the colonel kept having them try anyway.
Clark crying out to force his voice box to seize up on him didn't work anymore. Dr. Edwards, now a major in the army, would bring Clark around and he was always overruled by Colonel Preskin on whether Clark should have the rest of the day off.
And Clark badly needed a day off. He was tired all the time. The nightmares were getting worse and making it even more difficult for Clark sleep. He didn't remember most of them, but he would often toss and turn all night, dreading the thought of sleep and the bad dreams... His exhaustion would make it difficult for him to respond to the girls they brought to him.
Initially Clark was glad when he wouldn't respond; it meant that one less girl that might die because of him. However, in another way it was a bad thing. It made the whole process much harder on Clark. At least when he did respond, it was over with quickly and he got to go back upstairs and recover in the sun.
Frustrated at the increasing number of girls that didn't seem to be able to get Clark to respond, Colonel Preskin decided to change tactics.
After the soldiers had put Clark into the bed, they chained down only his hands. They also didn't turn down his exposure to the kryptonite in the ceiling. It was an alarming change to the routine.
Barely conscious, Clark was worried by that then someone new came in. It was a woman. Clark could tell that because of her perfume and the sound of her heels clicking on the concrete floor. He was uncertain what was going to happen and he pulled weakly against the restraints. For some reason, that made her laugh. Her laugh was a hearty one, deep and resonant.
The tone in her voice was casually conversational. "Not happy being chained, baby?" Clark couldn't answer except with a weak sigh. He turned away from her and felt her get into bed. She put some kind of bag down next to him.
She leaned in close and whispered into Clark's ear. "Well, just between you and me, baby, this is a pretty weird scene. I don't know quite what's going on here, but that Colonel is paying me a lot to help you..." She paused while she sat up and opened up the bag. She rifled through it as she spoke in a very business like tone. "You look pretty young. You're probably inexperienced so this is probably going to hurt, baby, but it should help you get it up...." Clark tensed again as she shifted her weight and crawled over him to sit in between Clark's outspread legs. She pushed his legs further apart and pushed a pillow under his hips. Then he felt her spread something cold and wet on him.
Clark gasped in fear. It felt exactly like when the Man had done the same thing.
Something twisted in his mind and all of a sudden he wasn't chained in the bed anymore; he was restrained on the exam table in the lab.
Clark recognized the flashback for what it was almost immediately since he could feel the blindfold covering his eyes yet could still see. However, understanding that he was having another waking nightmare didn't help him deal with it. It felt and looked real.
He panicked when he saw the Man sitting in between his legs. His breaths came in ragged gasps when he felt lube slick fingers push inside.
Her voice sounded as if it was coming from far away. She seemed confused at his reaction. "Relax, Kal. This will go easier if you relax…"
It was virtually identical to what the Man had said to him...
Clark was petrified and his body started to shudder with fear as he felt another finger join the first. He was being stretched and he didn't understand why the Man had come back...
The Man should be gone. He wasn't military...
Director Strickland leered at Clark. His heart raced and his hearing buzzed... He closed his eyes under the blindfold that wasn't there but somehow was, but closing his eyes didn't help. He could still see. Someone spoke but he couldn't understand what they'd said. All he could concentrate on was on was watching the Man. Horrified, he just stared at the cruel Man as a third finger joined the other two and painfully stretched him even while enflaming his desire. Arousal coming unwanted fueled Clark's rising panic and he was beginning to have trouble breathing.
The Man laughed and removed his fingers... Something cold and blunt pushed against Clark and burned as the cruel Man inserted it slowly into Clark's body. It was metal and the pain was agonizing. Clark barely suppressed a scream and then all of sudden everything changed.
Clark came back to awareness standing in his shower.
Confused, Clark looked around. He was back in his enclosure and the sun was setting off in the distance.
He had passed out, right? Why didn't he wake up in bed, the pain fading from the effects of the kryptonite? How did he wake up in the shower instead, as if he was okay?
He Listened. He was surprised when nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He could hear the nearly hundred girls on the lower levels eating their dinners. It was normal for the end of the day. Why was it already the end of the day when all he remembered was the beginning of it?
He finished washing up and then stepped out into the fading sunlight as he dried himself with a towel. There was the tray with dinner waiting for him. Nothing was out of the norm, except for the fact that he couldn't remember coming upstairs at all or what happened after he'd had that flashback with the Man. He shuddered remembering that...
He was hungry, so he sat down to eat. He ate slowly and tried to ignore the fear that he was going crazy.
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The days went on like they had but Clark had blackouts more and more often. The addition of a butt plug to stimulate his desire dramatically increased the rate of successful rapes. Well, it did of the ones he could remember anyway. However, Clark was grateful for the blackouts even though he had no control when they'd happen.
Clark didn't try to figure out why the blackouts happened. He supposed they were a defensive response his mind had come up with to protect him from the worst of the abuse he was suffering. Whether they made him crazy, he wasn't sure, but they made it so he didn't have to remember as much now.
The situation was beginning to get desperate for the colonel, Clark could tell, even though nothing was said that told him that. When he was aware, he listened more often now that Lex was gone. Any communications having to do with Clark or the progress of the program were likely only made via non-verbal means now...
The colonel would have whole meetings where the only thing Clark could hear was the scratching of pens and pencils and minimal words were used. He didn't know why they bothered to keep things secret from him. There was nothing Clark could do about what they said, anyway. He was completely at their mercy and totally helpless.
Clark sighed and looked out into the morning sky. He had picked at his breakfast and he heard, without really trying, the furious scribbling and scratching of pens on paper. Something was going on and he didn't know what it was. That worried him the same way any change to the routine worried him greatly. He sighed again when he heard the approaching footsteps of soldiers coming to get him. Clark braced himself against the pain that was about to come and tried to avoid looking at the grate as it opened.
He stood the pain and weakness for as long as he could before he collapsed with a gasp. He writhed in pain on the floor as the men came in and put the collar and blindfold on him. Clark really hoped that he would have another blackout, it was the only way he ever got a break, but unfortunately he had no way of knowing when they would come or how long they would last. At times the blackouts would seemingly last days, other times maybe only minutes.
The soldiers took him downstairs and chained his wrists, leaving his legs free for the time being. They left him there to wait under the green light of the ceiling grate for the woman who would finish chaining him after Clark was prepared for the next girl. He was so numbed by the relentless day-in, day-out grind of the routine they'd set for him. He didn't even struggle anymore. It was a totally pointless waste of time and effort.
Barely conscious and nauseous from the kryptonite, Clark just lay there quietly and waited for his tormenters to commence his torture. For some reason, it seemed this morning he waited longer than usual.
He considered whether later he should try to throw his bed through the glass of his enclosure and making a break for it and jump through the window... He'd earlier rejected the plan because of its low likelihood of success, but that was before things had gotten so bad.
No, it might be hard to break out because he'd have to break the enclosure panels too, and Clark didn't think he could totally avoid the kryptonite-laced gel that filled the glass walls. If he did make it to the window, he'd be weakened by kryptonite and would likely be injured in the fall to the ground below. The chances he'd escape were very small after such a high fall, unless the kryptonite exposure was minimal.
Maybe he could cover himself in some way, with the sheets perhaps, before breaking the enclosure panels. It could work... Maybe.
Clark reconsidered it...
He didn't like the idea of dying should the fall kill him, but in a way maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. He really had nothing to lose at this point. Maybe it wouldn't really matter if he died... He didn't have much of a life as it was but he'd be sorry if his parents wouldn't find out what happened to him. Clark felt that the government wouldn't tell his parents they'd killed Clark, much less give them his body to bury, but if he did succeed then he'd finally be out of Colonel Preskin's control.
Maybe if he didn't make it and somehow managed to avoid dying, at least the injuries he would sustain would mean he'd have some time off. The last time he was injured, he was laid up for weeks. Perhaps it was finally worth the risk...
Clark's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. However, there were two sets of footsteps instead of one. It was the woman along with a man. Clark tensed and couldn't resist the urge to struggle as his fear built. Changes in routine usually meant something bad was going to happen. He wished for a blackout to come, but whatever caused those to happen didn't seem to be cooperating...
The woman, Clark didn't know her name, set her bag down on the bed as usual. She sat down on the bed next to Clark and gently touched him on the cheek. Clark jerked his head away, but she ignored that.
"It seems that my time here has come to an end, baby... I'm going to show Corporal Simms here how to do what I do and he'll be helping you out from now on. I'm too expensive, apparently, and I'm sorry about that. If I thought you enjoyed this, I'd welcome you to my dungeon any time. You're such a brave boy... Never making a sound...."
Simms spoke up. "Well, he can't."
"What?"
"The green rock in his collar makes it too painful to speak." Simms cleared his throat. "If he makes too much noise, his throat closes up and he'll pass out."
There was a pause. "Maybe I should be glad I'm leaving... This is a really weird scene, Andy."
Clark could hear the soldier shrug. "I just follow orders, Evie. It's shit like this that made me leave the army the first time I was in it." Simms got into bed in between Clark's legs. "So, what do I do?"
Clark could hear her smile as took something out her bag. "Just like I did to you..."
Simms actually giggled and then he whispered but Clark could still hear him. "I was blindfolded, I don't know what you did...
Evie laughed and spoke, her voice had dropped to a husky tone. She handed him something. "Take this pillow and put it under his hips and then push his legs as far apart as you can... The butt plug they want me to use is big, you need to open him up."
Severely weakened by the kryptonite in the ceiling above him, Clark couldn't prevent the soldier from pushing Clark's legs apart. The other man pushed a pillow underneath Clark's hips, tilting him up to allow easier access.
"Take some of this and put it on him and some on your fingers..." Clark heard the corporal open up the lube and then he tentatively put the lube on Clark. Evie sighed.
"No, put on a lot... The butt plug is huge and it's metal, not like the silicone one I used on you. It doesn't go in easy, he's so tight even after all the times I've used it on him."
"Is that unusual?"
"Yeah... he should be acclimated to this by now but it's like each time he goes back to square one... It's strange..." She paused and Clark imagined that a look had passed between them because when she next spoke, it was in a hushed, conspiratorial whisper. "Is that and the rock in the collar causing him pain because of the... uhm... that thing you told me about him..."
Simms shushed her and replied in a barely audible whisper. "Yes, and we can't talk about that here... there are mikes."
Simms slathered on more and Clark desperately hoped that he'd black out so he wouldn't have to remember but whatever caused him to do that didn't kick in. He wasn't given a reprieve and he had to suffer the humiliation of Simms learning. Clark suppressed a groan as Simms pushed a finger inside.
It was more painful than when Evie did it, or even when the Man did it... Clark's breath hitched as he tried to deal with the painful contractions of his bowels as Evie gave Simms instructions and told him what to feel for as he prepared Clark.
He wanted to give into the pain and cry, but managed to suppress the urge. He suffered in silence as Simms put in another finger and painfully stretched Clark. His need was enflamed and his cock started to rise, despite what he would have wanted otherwise.
Simms put in a third finger and painfully prepared him and further stimulated Clark's desire. The soldier removed his fingers and Clark felt the cold, blunt end of the butt plug touch him.
Evie interrupted, "No, you should use more lube before you put it in..." Clark could hear more lube being applied and the cold metal touched him again, but the soldier hesitated.
"Just push it in, Andy. He's ready but do it slowly, it's a large one..." Clark braced himself for the pain, but the inexperienced man pushed it in too fast...
The woman yelled, but it was too late. "Andy! Too fast..."
Clark's breath hissed in through clenched teeth as his back arched and his legs jerked against the pain even as his body responded to the painful pressure and his cock grew harder and lengthened. He breathing hitched as he forced his body to relax, trying to accommodate the large butt plug.
Simms sounded shaken. "Oh, God! I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Clark." He hesitated a moment and then asked quietly. "Will it help to take it out and do it again, Evie?"
She sighed. "No. Best to leave it in..." She got off the bed and grabbed her bag. "He's relaxing, I think the worst of the pain is already over." Clark couldn't tell her that she was wrong, but he grimaced and tried to withstand the pain. He had learned from experience that he needed to stay as still as possible, or the painfully large sex toy would hurt him more.
Simms pulled the pillow out from under Clark and chained his ankles. The pull on his legs put painful pressure on his ass and the pain increased. He shuddered, trying to deal with the pain, but once his legs were restrained the grate closed. He sighed with the relief of the reduced pain.
The soldier got off the bed and joined Evie and Clark could hear them hug. "I don't know if I can do this..."
"It'll be okay, Andy. Just take it slower next time, okay?"
Simms whispered so low that it was barely audible. "Maybe following orders isn't always the right thing to do, Evie. I think I'd rather take a decade in Leavenworth over doing this..."
"If you don't do it, someone else would. You do want to make it easier for him, right? Would someone else care enough to do that?"
They went through the door, leaving Clark to suffer in silence while he waited for the next girl to come and rape him.
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It turns out he didn't have long to wait. He heard her approaching long before she actually entered the room where he was restrained. He was in some pain, thanks to the kryptonite locked around his neck and the large sex toy Evie and Simms had left in him. It was harder to concentrate on listening to her... Something was oddly familiar about her but he couldn't figure out what. Clark dismissed that as her being a previous visitor...
Clark stopped listening to her and concentrated on listening to the sound of the air conditioner on the roof instead. He found if he tried to listen to something else loud that he could ignore the girls to a large extent. It made the days when he didn't have the blackouts a little more bearable...
He didn't hear her enter the room, but his attention was diverted back to her when he heard her gasp in shock. Something was familiar about her... She hadn't spoken and her heartbeat was racing, but he realized that it wasn't here he'd known her from. He'd known her somewhere from before. Perplexed by that, Clark focused his hearing to try and tell where he'd known her from. He remembered and gasped...
Shocked, he shifted his weight despite the pain it caused. It couldn't be her... He thought he was having a hallucination but the girl rushed to the bed and carefully climbed in next to him. She hugged him and spoke a shocked whisper that only he could hear...
"Oh, my God... Clark!"
Once she'd spoken, there was no doubt left.
Lana...
Continued here....
NOTE: another graphic non-con chapter...
See all chapters here...
Chapter 25
After he'd last seen Lex, the routine went on and on. How long the routine lasted, Clark wasn't sure. It was weeks certainly... Without days off, it was hard to keep track of time. It was a day-in and day-out endless stream of girls who believed the lies told to them and were inexperienced enough that they didn't realize that Clark wasn't enjoying it. Sometimes three or four a day... On the "four girls" days, it wasn't often he could perform for the last one but the colonel kept having them try anyway.
Clark crying out to force his voice box to seize up on him didn't work anymore. Dr. Edwards, now a major in the army, would bring Clark around and he was always overruled by Colonel Preskin on whether Clark should have the rest of the day off.
And Clark badly needed a day off. He was tired all the time. The nightmares were getting worse and making it even more difficult for Clark sleep. He didn't remember most of them, but he would often toss and turn all night, dreading the thought of sleep and the bad dreams... His exhaustion would make it difficult for him to respond to the girls they brought to him.
Initially Clark was glad when he wouldn't respond; it meant that one less girl that might die because of him. However, in another way it was a bad thing. It made the whole process much harder on Clark. At least when he did respond, it was over with quickly and he got to go back upstairs and recover in the sun.
Frustrated at the increasing number of girls that didn't seem to be able to get Clark to respond, Colonel Preskin decided to change tactics.
After the soldiers had put Clark into the bed, they chained down only his hands. They also didn't turn down his exposure to the kryptonite in the ceiling. It was an alarming change to the routine.
Barely conscious, Clark was worried by that then someone new came in. It was a woman. Clark could tell that because of her perfume and the sound of her heels clicking on the concrete floor. He was uncertain what was going to happen and he pulled weakly against the restraints. For some reason, that made her laugh. Her laugh was a hearty one, deep and resonant.
The tone in her voice was casually conversational. "Not happy being chained, baby?" Clark couldn't answer except with a weak sigh. He turned away from her and felt her get into bed. She put some kind of bag down next to him.
She leaned in close and whispered into Clark's ear. "Well, just between you and me, baby, this is a pretty weird scene. I don't know quite what's going on here, but that Colonel is paying me a lot to help you..." She paused while she sat up and opened up the bag. She rifled through it as she spoke in a very business like tone. "You look pretty young. You're probably inexperienced so this is probably going to hurt, baby, but it should help you get it up...." Clark tensed again as she shifted her weight and crawled over him to sit in between Clark's outspread legs. She pushed his legs further apart and pushed a pillow under his hips. Then he felt her spread something cold and wet on him.
Clark gasped in fear. It felt exactly like when the Man had done the same thing.
Something twisted in his mind and all of a sudden he wasn't chained in the bed anymore; he was restrained on the exam table in the lab.
Clark recognized the flashback for what it was almost immediately since he could feel the blindfold covering his eyes yet could still see. However, understanding that he was having another waking nightmare didn't help him deal with it. It felt and looked real.
He panicked when he saw the Man sitting in between his legs. His breaths came in ragged gasps when he felt lube slick fingers push inside.
Her voice sounded as if it was coming from far away. She seemed confused at his reaction. "Relax, Kal. This will go easier if you relax…"
It was virtually identical to what the Man had said to him...
Clark was petrified and his body started to shudder with fear as he felt another finger join the first. He was being stretched and he didn't understand why the Man had come back...
The Man should be gone. He wasn't military...
Director Strickland leered at Clark. His heart raced and his hearing buzzed... He closed his eyes under the blindfold that wasn't there but somehow was, but closing his eyes didn't help. He could still see. Someone spoke but he couldn't understand what they'd said. All he could concentrate on was on was watching the Man. Horrified, he just stared at the cruel Man as a third finger joined the other two and painfully stretched him even while enflaming his desire. Arousal coming unwanted fueled Clark's rising panic and he was beginning to have trouble breathing.
The Man laughed and removed his fingers... Something cold and blunt pushed against Clark and burned as the cruel Man inserted it slowly into Clark's body. It was metal and the pain was agonizing. Clark barely suppressed a scream and then all of sudden everything changed.
Clark came back to awareness standing in his shower.
Confused, Clark looked around. He was back in his enclosure and the sun was setting off in the distance.
He had passed out, right? Why didn't he wake up in bed, the pain fading from the effects of the kryptonite? How did he wake up in the shower instead, as if he was okay?
He Listened. He was surprised when nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He could hear the nearly hundred girls on the lower levels eating their dinners. It was normal for the end of the day. Why was it already the end of the day when all he remembered was the beginning of it?
He finished washing up and then stepped out into the fading sunlight as he dried himself with a towel. There was the tray with dinner waiting for him. Nothing was out of the norm, except for the fact that he couldn't remember coming upstairs at all or what happened after he'd had that flashback with the Man. He shuddered remembering that...
He was hungry, so he sat down to eat. He ate slowly and tried to ignore the fear that he was going crazy.
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The days went on like they had but Clark had blackouts more and more often. The addition of a butt plug to stimulate his desire dramatically increased the rate of successful rapes. Well, it did of the ones he could remember anyway. However, Clark was grateful for the blackouts even though he had no control when they'd happen.
Clark didn't try to figure out why the blackouts happened. He supposed they were a defensive response his mind had come up with to protect him from the worst of the abuse he was suffering. Whether they made him crazy, he wasn't sure, but they made it so he didn't have to remember as much now.
The situation was beginning to get desperate for the colonel, Clark could tell, even though nothing was said that told him that. When he was aware, he listened more often now that Lex was gone. Any communications having to do with Clark or the progress of the program were likely only made via non-verbal means now...
The colonel would have whole meetings where the only thing Clark could hear was the scratching of pens and pencils and minimal words were used. He didn't know why they bothered to keep things secret from him. There was nothing Clark could do about what they said, anyway. He was completely at their mercy and totally helpless.
Clark sighed and looked out into the morning sky. He had picked at his breakfast and he heard, without really trying, the furious scribbling and scratching of pens on paper. Something was going on and he didn't know what it was. That worried him the same way any change to the routine worried him greatly. He sighed again when he heard the approaching footsteps of soldiers coming to get him. Clark braced himself against the pain that was about to come and tried to avoid looking at the grate as it opened.
He stood the pain and weakness for as long as he could before he collapsed with a gasp. He writhed in pain on the floor as the men came in and put the collar and blindfold on him. Clark really hoped that he would have another blackout, it was the only way he ever got a break, but unfortunately he had no way of knowing when they would come or how long they would last. At times the blackouts would seemingly last days, other times maybe only minutes.
The soldiers took him downstairs and chained his wrists, leaving his legs free for the time being. They left him there to wait under the green light of the ceiling grate for the woman who would finish chaining him after Clark was prepared for the next girl. He was so numbed by the relentless day-in, day-out grind of the routine they'd set for him. He didn't even struggle anymore. It was a totally pointless waste of time and effort.
Barely conscious and nauseous from the kryptonite, Clark just lay there quietly and waited for his tormenters to commence his torture. For some reason, it seemed this morning he waited longer than usual.
He considered whether later he should try to throw his bed through the glass of his enclosure and making a break for it and jump through the window... He'd earlier rejected the plan because of its low likelihood of success, but that was before things had gotten so bad.
No, it might be hard to break out because he'd have to break the enclosure panels too, and Clark didn't think he could totally avoid the kryptonite-laced gel that filled the glass walls. If he did make it to the window, he'd be weakened by kryptonite and would likely be injured in the fall to the ground below. The chances he'd escape were very small after such a high fall, unless the kryptonite exposure was minimal.
Maybe he could cover himself in some way, with the sheets perhaps, before breaking the enclosure panels. It could work... Maybe.
Clark reconsidered it...
He didn't like the idea of dying should the fall kill him, but in a way maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. He really had nothing to lose at this point. Maybe it wouldn't really matter if he died... He didn't have much of a life as it was but he'd be sorry if his parents wouldn't find out what happened to him. Clark felt that the government wouldn't tell his parents they'd killed Clark, much less give them his body to bury, but if he did succeed then he'd finally be out of Colonel Preskin's control.
Maybe if he didn't make it and somehow managed to avoid dying, at least the injuries he would sustain would mean he'd have some time off. The last time he was injured, he was laid up for weeks. Perhaps it was finally worth the risk...
Clark's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. However, there were two sets of footsteps instead of one. It was the woman along with a man. Clark tensed and couldn't resist the urge to struggle as his fear built. Changes in routine usually meant something bad was going to happen. He wished for a blackout to come, but whatever caused those to happen didn't seem to be cooperating...
The woman, Clark didn't know her name, set her bag down on the bed as usual. She sat down on the bed next to Clark and gently touched him on the cheek. Clark jerked his head away, but she ignored that.
"It seems that my time here has come to an end, baby... I'm going to show Corporal Simms here how to do what I do and he'll be helping you out from now on. I'm too expensive, apparently, and I'm sorry about that. If I thought you enjoyed this, I'd welcome you to my dungeon any time. You're such a brave boy... Never making a sound...."
Simms spoke up. "Well, he can't."
"What?"
"The green rock in his collar makes it too painful to speak." Simms cleared his throat. "If he makes too much noise, his throat closes up and he'll pass out."
There was a pause. "Maybe I should be glad I'm leaving... This is a really weird scene, Andy."
Clark could hear the soldier shrug. "I just follow orders, Evie. It's shit like this that made me leave the army the first time I was in it." Simms got into bed in between Clark's legs. "So, what do I do?"
Clark could hear her smile as took something out her bag. "Just like I did to you..."
Simms actually giggled and then he whispered but Clark could still hear him. "I was blindfolded, I don't know what you did...
Evie laughed and spoke, her voice had dropped to a husky tone. She handed him something. "Take this pillow and put it under his hips and then push his legs as far apart as you can... The butt plug they want me to use is big, you need to open him up."
Severely weakened by the kryptonite in the ceiling above him, Clark couldn't prevent the soldier from pushing Clark's legs apart. The other man pushed a pillow underneath Clark's hips, tilting him up to allow easier access.
"Take some of this and put it on him and some on your fingers..." Clark heard the corporal open up the lube and then he tentatively put the lube on Clark. Evie sighed.
"No, put on a lot... The butt plug is huge and it's metal, not like the silicone one I used on you. It doesn't go in easy, he's so tight even after all the times I've used it on him."
"Is that unusual?"
"Yeah... he should be acclimated to this by now but it's like each time he goes back to square one... It's strange..." She paused and Clark imagined that a look had passed between them because when she next spoke, it was in a hushed, conspiratorial whisper. "Is that and the rock in the collar causing him pain because of the... uhm... that thing you told me about him..."
Simms shushed her and replied in a barely audible whisper. "Yes, and we can't talk about that here... there are mikes."
Simms slathered on more and Clark desperately hoped that he'd black out so he wouldn't have to remember but whatever caused him to do that didn't kick in. He wasn't given a reprieve and he had to suffer the humiliation of Simms learning. Clark suppressed a groan as Simms pushed a finger inside.
It was more painful than when Evie did it, or even when the Man did it... Clark's breath hitched as he tried to deal with the painful contractions of his bowels as Evie gave Simms instructions and told him what to feel for as he prepared Clark.
He wanted to give into the pain and cry, but managed to suppress the urge. He suffered in silence as Simms put in another finger and painfully stretched Clark. His need was enflamed and his cock started to rise, despite what he would have wanted otherwise.
Simms put in a third finger and painfully prepared him and further stimulated Clark's desire. The soldier removed his fingers and Clark felt the cold, blunt end of the butt plug touch him.
Evie interrupted, "No, you should use more lube before you put it in..." Clark could hear more lube being applied and the cold metal touched him again, but the soldier hesitated.
"Just push it in, Andy. He's ready but do it slowly, it's a large one..." Clark braced himself for the pain, but the inexperienced man pushed it in too fast...
The woman yelled, but it was too late. "Andy! Too fast..."
Clark's breath hissed in through clenched teeth as his back arched and his legs jerked against the pain even as his body responded to the painful pressure and his cock grew harder and lengthened. He breathing hitched as he forced his body to relax, trying to accommodate the large butt plug.
Simms sounded shaken. "Oh, God! I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Clark." He hesitated a moment and then asked quietly. "Will it help to take it out and do it again, Evie?"
She sighed. "No. Best to leave it in..." She got off the bed and grabbed her bag. "He's relaxing, I think the worst of the pain is already over." Clark couldn't tell her that she was wrong, but he grimaced and tried to withstand the pain. He had learned from experience that he needed to stay as still as possible, or the painfully large sex toy would hurt him more.
Simms pulled the pillow out from under Clark and chained his ankles. The pull on his legs put painful pressure on his ass and the pain increased. He shuddered, trying to deal with the pain, but once his legs were restrained the grate closed. He sighed with the relief of the reduced pain.
The soldier got off the bed and joined Evie and Clark could hear them hug. "I don't know if I can do this..."
"It'll be okay, Andy. Just take it slower next time, okay?"
Simms whispered so low that it was barely audible. "Maybe following orders isn't always the right thing to do, Evie. I think I'd rather take a decade in Leavenworth over doing this..."
"If you don't do it, someone else would. You do want to make it easier for him, right? Would someone else care enough to do that?"
They went through the door, leaving Clark to suffer in silence while he waited for the next girl to come and rape him.
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It turns out he didn't have long to wait. He heard her approaching long before she actually entered the room where he was restrained. He was in some pain, thanks to the kryptonite locked around his neck and the large sex toy Evie and Simms had left in him. It was harder to concentrate on listening to her... Something was oddly familiar about her but he couldn't figure out what. Clark dismissed that as her being a previous visitor...
Clark stopped listening to her and concentrated on listening to the sound of the air conditioner on the roof instead. He found if he tried to listen to something else loud that he could ignore the girls to a large extent. It made the days when he didn't have the blackouts a little more bearable...
He didn't hear her enter the room, but his attention was diverted back to her when he heard her gasp in shock. Something was familiar about her... She hadn't spoken and her heartbeat was racing, but he realized that it wasn't here he'd known her from. He'd known her somewhere from before. Perplexed by that, Clark focused his hearing to try and tell where he'd known her from. He remembered and gasped...
Shocked, he shifted his weight despite the pain it caused. It couldn't be her... He thought he was having a hallucination but the girl rushed to the bed and carefully climbed in next to him. She hugged him and spoke a shocked whisper that only he could hear...
"Oh, my God... Clark!"
Once she'd spoken, there was no doubt left.
Lana...
Continued here....