The Prisoner and the Scientist Alpha

7. I like Tears

Chapter 7 I Like Tears

This chapter has harsh language and features non-consent s****l assault.

He uses the flat part of the blade to slap my p***y a few times. The sting makes me yelp. "Move and I cut you. You can cry. I like tears." >>

The next morning I'm in my room once again.

I roll off my thin mattress and walk to the toilet. I move to clean myself up and drink some water.

I can see that there are handprint bruises on my hips from where he gripped me with his hands.

Oddly the nostalgia brings a smile to my face.

The intercom buzzes overhead "937 shower time." and two men enter my cell. They cuff me in the silver and pull me out of the room.

This is a weekly occurrence and I'm used to it by now. I reach the shower room filled with other prisoners. We do not talk or look at each other. I already learned that lesson. In my earlier weeks, a young man had slipped, I had looked at him with concern. That earned me... a very painful interrogation. I still had those scars on my back.

Eyes down. The guard removes my silver. "Strip. All clothes off." I hastily push off the clothing and place it on a shelf.

The room is cold and I know the water will be cold too.

The showers hiss above me letting a turret of water wash over my hair. One guard sprays a soapy foam over all the bodies.

Efficient.

Another guard holds a broom at arm's length to scrub as much sweat and blood off our bodies as they can. The bristles aren't kind at all, but I'd rather be clean. They start at the front, on my face. I close my eyes and the broom scrubs water over my face, my neck, my chest, stomach, crotch, and legs.

"Backs.'

We all turn and I grimace as I feel the broom on my back, ass, and legs.

I still have sores that the rough broom bristles scratch open, but at least I'm clean.

The water shuts off and I'm given a small towel to quickly dry. I know the drill. This lasts maybe six minutes from start to finish.

We are ordered to dress and the sound of clothing being hastily pulled on fills the room. It is never good to keep the guards waiting.

"Prisoners 937, 468, and 951. Stay. The rest of you get the f**k outta here."

I feel the panic rise at the change in routine. I have never been ordered to stay behind. I sneak a glance at the other two. We're all nervously shifting between our feet.

One guard pulls me away to a corner of the room.

"I've had my eyes on you. Now that I see others have had their way it's time I get my share." His breath smells like chips and mountain dew, he stares as the hand prints on my hips.

Oh no. No no no, He can't mean…

He takes off his vest and unzips his pants. He pushes me face-first into a wall.

He then brings out a silver blade. He drags it down my hips using it to pull my pants down, exposing my ass. He uses the flat part of the blade to slap my p***y a few times. The sting makes me yelp and jump against his hand. "Move and I cut you. You can cry. I like tears."

My eyes comply. I do start to cry and shake with fear. Sick sadistic f**k.

"Thatta girl. Oooh yes." From the side of my vision, I can see his d**k firm in his slacks.

He uses his boots to push my feet further apart. He pulls my hips back and pushes my hands higher up the wall.

He pushes his hands up my shirt to my breasts. His hands grab my breasts and pinch my n*****s. This does not bring me pleasure like when he does it. Fresh tears spill.

"I told you I like tears." He brings his face close to mine and licks my tears.

He laughs and juggles his c**k out of his pants. He takes a moment to admire my stressed form. I'm arched back from the wall with my ass and p***y exposed. I'm crying as he likes. My p***y is red from the stinging silver hit.

His erection is pointed towards me. He places his hands on my ass and uses his thumbs to pull my pu**y lips apart.

"Ah, this is what you are good for. F***ing."

He thrusts his d**k into my p***y. I break form and my hands fall to my hips. He uses his brute strength to lift me up and down on his c**k like a doll. Gravity drives me fully onto him as the guard gleefully uses me. Uses.

It only lasts a few minutes. Maybe two truthfully. He cums and tosses me to the ground.

"F***ing disgusting s**t." he tosses a towel on me as I crawl on the floor.

I hear the sounds of s*x of the other two prisoners as the guards finish up.

"Clean up bi**h. We need to leave" I use the towel to hastily clean his c*m off of me and I quickly pull my clothes up. I'm still shaking when the guard pulls me up and places the cuffs back on me.

Once the other two women are cleaned and cuffed, I am led back to my cell.

Humiliated. Sore. Scared. The guards are brazen, but rarely like today.

I curl into my bed and cry myself to sleep

--His POV--

My office at this facility is small. The facility is our largest, but the offices and staff living quarters were small. Not as small as the prisoner cells - but small. I have been working late this night. It's dark outside and my desk lamp illuminates my work.

This week I have to intake six prisoners.

This omega... My pen taps the paper.. he would be a good candidate for the study on colloidal silver.

My pen marks the paper and I type in an order for supplies.

The tightening that hits my stomach takes me by surprise. I double over in my office chair. Is this a heart attack? Am I too young for that?

It's Rylee. My wolf barks. Rylee is in pain.