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The Fifty Eight Days of Gomorrah	By : Sanchica Category: +1 through F > Dungeons and Dragons Views: 2040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
Awakenings

Despite having been in the Realm for almost a year now, Hank still had his doubts about certain practices he considered primitive. He didn’t mean to be disrespectful, but he would have preferred to see Eric in an actual Emergency Room than sprawled on the rough surface of that wood table, attended by the village’s witch doctor, who seemed to be more interested in covering every inch of flesh of the young Cavalier’s body with strange herbs than actually healing him.

Hank was no medic, but he could tell that his friend’s worst damage was located at the right side of his torso, in which four thin but large gashes adorned his skin. They were fresh, inflicted perhaps just a few hours ago. Hank didn’t want to know what had caused them; knives maybe, or perhaps a clawed hand… And there was, of course, the other damage… The conditions in which Eric had been found left a dark certainty about the kind of perversions he had been submitted to during his stay in Venger’s castle.

The young Ranger felt a shiver running down his spine. He had always considered sexual abuse the worst crime and sin, but it had always been a very, very distant sin, so foreign to his life. But now, as he was forced to face it on the person of one of his closest friends, Hank realized that life had very cruel ways to impose maturity, and suffering.

The witch doctor took a small ball of herbs to his mouth and started to chew it. After a minute, he spat them on Eric’s left side and started to rub the four infamous red lines. Eric groaned a little and frowned.

“Is he in pain?” Hank asked, worried.

“He has nightmares,” the old witch doctor explained. “He must be having very intense memories, but don’t worry, he will remain as knocked out as he was when you brought him here. The narcotic I gave him should keep him unconscious for the rest of the night.”

That was something Hank was thankful for. He didn’t have any idea of how he would address Eric once he awakened.

“Is he going to be alright?” Hank asked after the doctor finished rubbing Eric’s wounds with his peculiar ointment.

The old man caressed his long white beard. “That depends on the strength of his spirit. His physical injuries don’t worry me. He’s dehydrated and certainly hasn’t been fed properly, but I’m sure you are aware that most of the damage he received was of another kind.”

Hank clenched his fists and bowed his head. “Yes, I’m aware…” God, how he hated Venger.

“The dignity of this young man has been ripped off,” the witch doctor continued, “his body and mind submitted to unthinkable and depraved vices. The road to recovery, if he ever reaches it, will be difficult and long.”

“I understand… and we’ll make sure to give him the support he needs.”

The witch doctor cleaned his hands on his old robe. “I have done everything I can for him. The rest is up to you. Remove the herbs when the moon reaches its maximum splendor, except for the ones on his injuries. When he awakes, make sure to feed him.”

“Yes, doctor, thank you very much,” Hank said, putting some coins in the old man’s hands.

…….

The witch doctor had left more than two hours ago when the door opened and Presto’s head peeked from the opening.

“Come in, Presto,” Hank told him.

Presto did so and closed the door behind him. He was carrying a carefully folded brown villager outfit.

“Diana bought these clothes in the village,” the Magician informed. “They are at least one size larger than Eric, but they will do for now.”

Hank nodded slowly, watching the motionless form of the Cavalier. “Did she notice something strange outside, anything that suggests we’ve been followed?”

Presto shook his head. “No. We are hundreds of miles away from Venger’s castle. I really doubt he has any clue about our whereabouts.”

“Good, because it seems we will have to stay in this village longer than planned… What about the girls and Bobby?”

“Diana wanted to be here, but she thought it would be better for us to take care of Eric while he is… uh, unfit to receive ladies visits. As for Bobby, he doesn’t know what’s going on. He thinks Eric was tortured, although he keeps asking why Eric had no clothes when you and Diana took him out of the dungeon.”

“Make sure to keep the truth away from him. Bobby is too young and he wouldn’t understand…”

Presto sat on a nearby bed and placed the folded new outfit beside him.

“He looks different… so… ah, I don’t know, so like a different person now,” Presto said, feeling very uncomfortable at the sight of his wounded friend.

Hank had to agree. Eric was thinner and his hair was longer than the last time he had seen him, but it was much more than that. Hank couldn’t give it a name, but he was sure that extreme suffering could do strange things to people.

The Ranger tried to shake those thoughts aside and got up, heading toward a bucket of crystal clear water near the window. “Give me a hand here, Presto. Let’s clean him up before moving him to the bed.”

“Huh… what about all those herbs covering him? He looks like a giant salad.”

Hank smiled, internally thanking Presto for trying to rest some gravity off the situation.

“We can remove them now. The moon is bright enough.”

“Huh?”

Hank shook his head. “Never mind… Just help me removing them, all except the ones at his right side.”

Hank brought the bucket of water and two rags towards the table while Presto removed very carefully the herbs covering Eric. Hank noticed how his friend was grasping the herbs with barely the tips of his fingers, reluctant to touch the Cavalier.

Hank dampened a rug in the clean water of the bucket and started to rub softly Eric’s shoulders. “The witch doctor said that he hadn’t been fed regularly…”

“He could definitely use a couple of pounds now that you mention it…” Presto said, grabbing the other rug but remaining motionless; he seemed hesitant about what to do with it.

Hank noticed his disturbance and stared at him.

“Presto?”

“I… huh… I’m afraid to hurt him.”

“Just be careful. The doctor said he needed to rest but I’m sure Eric would appreciate a small hygiene session first. He has always been so tidy… Make sure not to move those herbs on his side, though, they will make his wounds close faster.”

Presto nodded slowly and began to rub Eric’s chest. Some minutes of silence passed, only broken by the soft sound the rugs made as they removed the dirt and dry blood from the young Cavalier’s skin.

“Hank?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think it’s true… that he was… r-r… raped?”

Hank’s hand stopped moving, his hand suspended over Eric’s waist. The accursed word… it was only then when Hank realized he hadn’t dared to mention it himself.

“Yes… I’m afraid so.”

“But… but could it be… I mean… it would be so horrible in our world, but here it seems even worst… I never thought that things like that could happen here… What are we going to do now, Hank? What is Eric going to do?”

“Eric is going to be alright, Presto,” Hank said, forcing himself to believe it. “We are going to help him to be alright.”

“B-but… I don’t know how to help him… I wouldn’t know what to tell him…”

“None of us knows, but we will learn. He’s our friend and he knows we care for him. I’m sure he will let us help him.”

“He hasn’t seen us in two months… I just can’t imagine the kind of hell he lived during all this time. D-do you think that it happened to him… every single day…?”

“I don’t know, Presto!” Hank said, somehow exasperated. “I don’t know if he was abused on a daily basis and I don’t want to know! Our only concern must be his welfare and his welfare only! As for any other details, I suggest we don’t mention anything unless he wants to talk about it, do you understand?”

Presto bowed his head and continued to clean Eric’s body. “Yes… I’m sorry Hank, I just don’t know how to react… all this is very new to me.”

Hank shook his head, reminding himself that Presto was younger than him, practically a boy, of course he couldn’t understand, of course he was afraid. “No, I’m the one who is sorry, Presto. This is new to us all… I guess we have to deal with it together, as we always do with any problem. Now let’s get him to the bed. He could use a softer surface than this table.”

Hank and Presto grabbed Eric by his armpits and legs and carried him to the bed. Hank seized the underpants of the villager’s outfit and started the uncomfortable task of covering Eric’s nudity. Presto helped him, certainly feeling as disturbed as Hank was. The three boys were used to see each other naked. They were guys and they had bathed together several times; it was part of the natural rituals that male bonding included. The current situation, however, was an entirely different matter. Hank hated to feel that way, but he couldn’t avoid looking at Eric’s body and thinking that it had been violated in ways he could hardly imagine, in ways he didn’t dare to imagine… He knew Presto felt the same way, even worst, being younger than him.

“Go to the other room with the others,” Hank told Presto. “It’s very late and you need to sleep, my friend.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll stay here to guard Eric. The witch doctor said—”

“Huh… Hank?”

“What is it?”

“When did you say Eric would wake up?”

“Not until tomorrow. Why?”

Presto lifted his shivering arm and pointed forward. “Well… it’s just that… he just did.”

Hank turned around, only to find Eric’s eyes staring at him.

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DAY TWO

There was a place between being awaken and asleep. Eric knew it well because hundreds of times he had believed that he would open his eyes and find himself on his big and cozy bed, a pair of soft slippers waiting for his feet, ready to take him to the beginning of his complicated day. What body lotion to use during his bath, what outfit to wear, what kind of bread to chose for his breakfast, who to call to join him at the Equestrian Club…

But the fantasy always ended the same way. He woke up surrounded by discomfort in that damned and primitive world he hated so much.

That particular morning wasn’t the exception. Eric’s first conscious thought was that he wanted to be somewhere else. The second thought, guided by the coldness around him and the hard surface beneath his body, was that he wanted to open his eyes and found himself in some dusty room of the many inns he and his friends had been during their journey through every single miserable village the Realm was so full of. Even the woods or a wet cave would have been welcome… but what was definitely not welcome was to open his eyes and found himself inside that accursed dungeon.

Eric practically jumped to sit on the ledge he had been laying on, his eyes frenetically looking around the cell. A little relief, though; he was alone, there was no trace of anybody else there. There was no trace of his clothes either…

It hadn’t been a nightmare, then. Last night had existed, it had been real. A burning wave of embarrassment made him close his eyes in frustration. No, it couldn’t be… it couldn’t have happened… he held to his refusal as he jumped out from the ledge and headed toward the bottom of the cell, as far away as he could from the door. When he grasped his penis to urinate, he realized that denial was a mantra that wouldn’t work, not this time. This was more than I’m not in this fucking Realm, I’m not in this fucking Realm thing. This time it had to do with the invasion of his intimacy and manhood, this time it had to do with abuse… sexual abuse.

Eric averted his face, unable to keep staring at his genitals. He couldn’t believe that that same penis he was holding right now had been a toy in the hands of his arch enemy just some hours before. It was outrageous, completely insane…

When he finished his morning business, Eric returned to the ledge and sat on it, leaning his back against the wall and embracing his folded legs. Whitish stains beside him made him have another important realization, even more painful than the previous one.

What the heck had happened to him last night? He couldn’t remember having felt anything else than pain and humiliation, but the traces of his own semen said otherwise… That infamous orgasm he had had… Venger had forced him to have it somehow. Of course, being an evil sorcerer as he was, he certainly bewitched Eric whilst abusing him. Eric was certain of that, because he hadn’t enjoyed at all being so roughly masturbated. How could anybody enjoy being molested?

The sound of the door opening took him out of his thoughts. He cringed by instinct, terrified with the possibility of seeing Venger again. Fortunately – yeah, right – the newcomer was one Orc, who was carrying a small bowl filled with some kind of food.

Eric tightened his embrace on himself. He didn’t know if those pig-like-monsters that served Venger had any idea of what had happened in that dungeon the night before. Perhaps all the castle knew by now – maybe even the entire Realm – and every living soul was mocking him right now.

The Orc didn’t laugh, though. He just left the bowl some steps away from Eric and left. Okay, then maybe the disgusting creature didn’t know… but of course this Orc must have wondered why the heck the same prisoner that had been dragged to that dungeon fully clothed was now stark naked.

Eric waited until the steps of the Orc couldn’t be heard anymore to get to the bowl. Damn, he was hungry… his stomach was feeling so empty, reminding him that he hadn’t ate anything since the afternoon of the day before. The Orcs had attacked he and his friends just when they were about to have dinner, a very shitty timing.

But when he caught sight of the very unattractive meal that was in the bowl he completely forgot about his big appetite. He didn’t know what the hell that thing that looked like dragon’s shit was, but it made the bitter berries he used to have for breakfast look delicious in comparison.

He put the bowl aside with his foot and returned to sit on the ledge, trying to get as close as he could to the few sunbeams that entered through the small window, being careful not to be so exposed to whoever peeked through the opening at the upper part of the door.

The morning went by, and so did the afternoon. Eric had given a rest to his fear and shame to submit himself in boredom. He had been in that disgusting dungeon for almost a day now, nothing more to do but looking at the window – too high for him to climb – and the blackish stones of the four walls around him. He had barely moved, only a couple of times to take a pee and only when it had been really urgent. Somehow he had managed to fool himself into thinking that if he didn’t move, nobody would notice his presence. Being naked made him feel very vulnerable – even more than he felt without his shield – not to mention utterly ashamed. At that moment he would have given his entire family fortune for some trousers.

Night had begun to fall when he heard footsteps again. Eric started to panic with the possibility of being “visited” by Venger again, but then he thought that walking was not the way of the evil arch mage; he liked to appear out of nowhere to scare the shit out of his victims.

His visitors turned out to be two Orcs, maybe the ones that had brought him there, Eric didn’t care. What he cared about was their intentions, especially when both creatures headed towards him.

“Wha… what do you want?” Eric spat, cringing as much as he could against the wall and extending his arms forwards, as if he could contain the two beasts that way. “Stay away from me!”

The two Orcs ignored his cries and grabbed him by the arms, forcing him to get up and dragging him towards the center of the dungeon.

“Let go of me! Let go of me!!” Eric kept shouting, kicking and struggling without any success.

One of the Orcs extracted one chain from his clothes and trapped Eric’s wrist with it. He threw the free extreme of the chain upwards and passed it through a ring attached to the ceiling, chaining Eric’s other wrist with it and immobilizing the young man’s arms above his head.

“What are you doing? Release me!! Do you have any idea of who my father is? He’ll have your guts for this!”

One of the Orcs walked out of the cell while the remaining one adjusted Eric’s chains until the Cavalier was secured in a standing position, his bare feet touching the ground barely with his toes.

“This hurts! Release me this instant you ugly freak! I mean it!”

The Orc ignored his cries and also abandoned the cell. Eric continued shouting, feeling as uncomfortable as he was exposed.

The Orcs returned, carrying four buckets of what it seemed to be water.

“What is that? What are you going to—aaaagggh!” Eric shrieked when a full bucket of water was thrown to his body.

“It’s cold, you fucking monster!! Couldn’t you at least have it warmed before? In case you didn’t notice, I was already freezing my bare ass in this cell!”

The Orc grabbed a rug and started to rub Eric’s body with very little delicacy, making the young man cringe as much as his restraints allowed him.

“Take your hands off! Don’t touch me I said!”

Eric was furious, his rage momentarily defeating his fear. He hated to be touched, he hated it… The memories of the assault he had suffered the night before only made the moment worst. How in the world could he allow some stinky and stupid monster to bathe him? It was outrageous!

Another bucket of cold water and another couple of hands added to the degrading cleaning session. Eric winced when one of the Orcs grabbed his genitals and roughly rubbed them with the rug.

“Uugh, that’s a restricted area, hands off!!”

Fortunately the invasion of his intimacy didn’t last too long. The Orcs had more flesh to cover and certainly very little patience. After rubbing – carving would have been a more proper term – frenetically every inch of Eric’s body, they rinsed him with the content of the remaining two buckets of water and abandoned the dungeon.

“A… are you going to leave me like this? Wait! Put me down! My arms hurt!”

Great, now I can’t even cover myself. Anybody who peeks through the door will see me with my balls hanging. Just great!

After some minutes of struggling with the chains, silence returned. Eric was only achieving hurting himself, so he went for plan B and managed to support himself on his toes, switching the weight of his body from one toe to the other one to try to give them some relief.

He was tired and sore, and hunger had returned… He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to resist under those conditions, but he was sure not too much. How ironic, he would die of starvation hanging bare naked in a dark dungeon… certainly not the way he had thought it would happen.

The pain on his arms was starting to enter the range of unbearable when a low humming reached his ears. An alarming, dark laughter, right behind him…

A chill traveled through his spine. Fuck, there it was again… Once again caught by surprise, once again not alone anymore…

“I see you are starting to get comfortable,” Venger said. “Good.”

Eric swallowed. What would Hank do in a situation like that? Remain calm, remain calm… Fuck, how could he remain calm?? Certainly Hank had never been in a situation like that.

Still, Eric managed to keep his voice together when he spoke. “Where are my clothes?”

“Secured with your shield,” Venger replied, getting closer as the proximity of his voice indicated. “But don’t worry, you won’t need them anymore.”

Eric closed his eyes with frustration. He had expected an answer like that.

“I see you are shivering,” Venger continued. “Is it fear or is it coldness what makes your body tremble?”

With that, Venger ran a finger through Eric’s back, making the young man flinch.

“Is there something wrong?” Venger asked, a mocking tone in his voice.

“Please leave me alone,” Eric managed to say, weaker every second.

“Alone? Cavalier, I think we have a pending conversation. It seems to me that you are as confused as you are afraid. Am I wrong?”

Eric stayed silent. He was so afraid indeed… for a moment he thought he would pee on himself.

“I recall having told you to speak when you are addressed, boy. Answer!”

There it was again, the irrational fear Eric had of angering Venger. The monster was scary enough just by his name, but if he dared to piss him up, Eric had no doubt that he would kill him, dismember him in pieces and eat his remains.

“I… I don’t want to be here… Please… give me back my clothes, please…”

“Begging is always a good start,” Venger purred, his finger finding Eric’s buttocks. “I trust you have recovered from the very mild punishment I gave you last night.”

Eric flinched, feeling the arch mage’s touch like a burning flame.

“My definition of punishment is radically different,” Venger continued, his words as vicious as his touch, “but you inspired me to act different. No, it was more like you were asking for it.”

Eric couldn’t help to shake his body, completely panicked when he could feel Venger’s body against his back. The hand that had been caressing his buttocks moved to position itself on his waist.

“There’s no need to panic, Cavalier. I have decided to put an end to your confusion and open your pristine eyes. Childhood is something you and I will end for you tonight.”

Eric gasped when Venger’s hand suddenly grasped his penis and started to pull it softly. It was going to happen again, it was going to happen again… He couldn’t stand it, he just couldn’t…

“Please don’t…” he begged. “Why… why are you doing this?”

“Why?” Venger repeated. “That’s a question you should answer yourself, my boy. It was you who requested this, last night when you reached ecstasy so easily under my touch.”

Eric blushed violently. That orgasm was destined to torture him for the rest of his life, as short as it would be.

I didn’t… I didn’t enjoy it… How could I? Oh God, please help me…

Venger’s big hand included Eric’s testicles in its possessive grip. The young man groaned, complaining of an invasion that would feel the same degrading no matter how many times it happened. Venger laughed and squeezed the genitals in his hand, amused with the embarrassment and fear of his victim.

“Do you touch yourself regularly, Cavalier? Yes, I can see you, sneaking away from your friends every time you had the opportunity, hiding behind a tree and playing with yourself as an animal does on its mating season, fantasizing with the desires you have every day. Tell me, young Cavalier, did that female Thief ever touched you like this?”

Eric stopped breathing. How the hell did Venger know about Sheila??? He had a crush on her since they met. He even had made a move on her a couple of times, even after their arrival to the Realm, but it had always been obvious that she was infatuated with Hank.

“She didn’t, I can see…” Venger continued, never stopping his hand work. “She doesn’t even know that you wanted so much for her to touch you like this. She doesn’t even know that you played with yourself, wishing for your hands to be hers.”

Eric bowed his head, as much as his uncomfortable position allowed him to. It was too much… that monster was inside his head, reading his most intimate secrets like a book. Yes, it was true, he had day dreamed about Sheila so many times, he had erotic fantasies about her, he had masturbated thinking about her…

“What would she say if she knew about all of this?” Venger said, pinching Eric’s scrotum to call his attention. “What would she say if she could see you right now?”

Still wincing because of the pain in his testicles, Eric’s embarrassment became extreme when he saw Sheila herself standing before him, looking at him with a mixture of pity and disgust.

“Ask her, Cavalier, ask her if seeing you as my toy arouses her.”

Eric averted his glance, unable to keep staring at Sheila’s face one second more. Even though he knew that wasn’t Sheila, it hurt him as if the mirage before him was real.

“Why….” he said with a very low voice. “Why are you doing this…? You stripped me from my shield, my clothes and my dignity… what else of me is left for you to destroy?”

The image of Sheila vanished.

“That’s where you are mistaken, Cavalier. You are no fool, but there’s so much you still need to learn, the most important lesson being that you belong to me. You are mine now and mine you shall remain as long as you live.”

“No…”

Venger’s hand stopped shaking Eric’s genitals, but didn’t release them. The young man could feel Venger moving beneath him, both the textile of his large skirt and his free hand grazing the Cavalier’s bare back.

Eric was not stupid, but still, his mind refused to allow the worst fear to enter. He was still in a state of denial somehow. Horrible things like that didn’t happen to nice decent guys like him…

But they did, in this Realm or another. Eric clenched his teeth and trembled like a leaf under the wind when he felt something hard and sharp grazing his buttocks.

No… nonono…

“Please…” he begged. “I… I have never done this…”

Venger’s response was the temporal retire of his hand. Was it over?

Eric cried in shock when his buttocks were spread suddenly, exposing the most embarrassing part of his body.

“No!” he cried, reaching the limits of his panic. “I don’t want this to happen, I don’t want—”

His next cry was so loud that it even hurt his own ears. The sharp and hard thing penetrated him so roughly that he was sure his body had been torn in two.

“Aaaaaaarrgghhhhh!!! Stop, stop!!! I can’t stand it, please stop!!”

“You are so tight, boy… I’m starting to believe you had never done this indeed.”

A violent thrust and Eric started to produce dense tears of shame.

“It hurts, it hurts so much! Please stop… aaaarrrgh… you’re killing me!”

“You won’t die tonight, my little toy, that I can assure you,” Venger hissed, caressing Eric’s nipples with his hands.

Eric winced and continued crying. That couldn’t be happening, not to him… That was something that happened to unfortunate women with the bad luck of being in the wrong place at the wrong time…

But what had he done? He had done exactly what Hank had told him. He had separated from the group to protect a family of dwarves from the attacking Orcs and that’s how he got captured. He had done the right thing and there he had his payment. He was being raped… raped…

His body, his mind, his most sacred intimacy… all exposed and open for that monster to possess. For the first time in his life, Eric wanted to die.

“Please no more… no more… I can’t take it anymore… please…”

Venger caressed his head almost affectionately before taking control of the young man’s genitals once more. “Accept pain and embrace it, Cavalier. Learn from it. You will be surprised how closely related it is to pleasure.”

Pleasure? Among his torment, Eric wondered what kind of maniac could relate concepts so opposite. All he knew was that his insides were burning, brutally penetrated by whatever disgusting thing that demon had between his legs. At some moment, he started to feel his own blood warming his inner thighs.

“Relax,” he heard Venger saying. “There’s no need for you to suffer like this. Give yourself to me and pain will turn into pleasure. You have my word on it.”

“Fuck… your… word…” Eric managed to speak, not caring anymore about provoking the monster’s wrath.

Venger only burst in laughter, but Eric didn’t notice, his body violently jerked with another onslaught of his assailant.

Eric didn’t know how much time it passed. All he knew was that he was being destroyed from the inside, that there was a drill penetrating him and wouldn’t stop until it tore him in into pieces.

At some point, pain turned into everything. Pain was his hair, his eyes, his skin… When he finally lost consciousness he had completely surrendered to suffering.

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