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Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 4/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 09:51 am (UTC)(link)A muffled sob was all she seemed to managed as Charon took the knife, grabbed the frayed hem of her shirt and cut up to her neck with one smooth slice – the material too tattered to put up a good fight against the blade. The wasteland was lacking in underclothes, and unsurprisingly she was bare underneath, all pale skin dotted with freckles, hidden from the sun and hard dusty nipples. Her eyes glazed with mortification before she was abruptly kicking and bucking fruitlessly.
“Hit her!” - and he smacked her in the face, watching her bounce back and curl on her side, still kicking desperately but with little good aim at landing any blows before Charon got a thigh in both his hands, pushing them down as she shivered to try and sit up again – she didn't.
Heaving breaths pushed her naked breasts up and down; eyes running around the room desperately as a slow, growing laugh coughed up from Ahzrukhal on the safe outskirts of her attack.
“I haven't seen so much bouncing tit since I was in the army – hehe – and that I had to pay for. Free entertainment really is the best entertainment,” he seemed to pause, taking a breather from his laughter until another short burst erupted.
Her humiliation must have been severe – the rash on her cheeks trailed down to her breasts and as Ahzrukhal laughed her eyes closed for fresh tears to flow. Charon looked down at her, mouth tight and thin, as all the black emotions threatened to tear him apart again. He couldn't say 'no' so why feel?
“I think you'll like putting on a show for me Charon, nothing like a good slice of cunt to cure what ails you. Just think! - soon she'll be begging for that extra bit more. I hear from Crowley they kick and cry at first...but give them a good ride and they'll suck your cock if you ask 'em.” Azrukhal laughed again when Charon turned away to look at the floor, a wave of nausea rising with bile on the back of his tongue. No one had ordered him to rape a woman, or beat her. He'd killed a fair few bitches that crossed him employers, but this was far from anything he'd been forced to commit...
An apology wouldn't help either of them, so he kept quiet as Ahzrukhal took a few steps closer, pausing around the table behind the smoothskin.
“Get those pants off her...she's more pleasant when she's struggling.” Ahzrukhal sneered as if her silence was insulting. “No fun in a quiet captive.”
Indeed she did struggle. Charon got to the loose belt at her waist obediently, one hand still hard on her thigh. The clank of metal seemed to rouse her. They locked eyes for a second – sharp brown and clouded blue - before a growl ripped past the gag and her body cracked forward to slam a headbutt into his nasal bone, bursting colors of pain up his face.
Charon froze in shock and Ahzrukhal barked an order – he didn't even remember what the words were, just pinned her legs down with an arm and shoved her back on the table, snorting blood up his nose with a snarl that silenced her all but a shaky exhale. She broke the bone...he was sure of it and for a shameful moment he wanted to hit her, but almost immediately it was gone as he dropped his head and yanked her pants down, taking the flimsy undergarments with them – his blood dripping on her hip in star-shaped droplets.
Charon couldn't admit to himself that she was indeed beautiful, or that he'd thought about doing this to her once or twice. It got lonely as a ghoul, especially as an owned object to someone else...but to think of such a thing while Ahzrukhal hovered around like a vulture, while she shivered in loathing and he went on as he was told...he just couldn't admit anything, let alone that.
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 5/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 09:52 am (UTC)(link)“Let's feel what the icy bitch is like on the inside, shall we?” When Charon paused, his mind trying to run through the exact context in which way he meant, Ahzrukhal gave a huff, “Finger the cunt until she does...something...”
Charon caught a shaky breath come in and out of her, breasts heaving again as her wet gaze turned to the side. There was little struggle anymore, as though she'd accepted her fate with little else to do but make things more difficult for only herself. Another bruise was welling under her right eye where he'd smacked her anyhow. Quickly Charon wiped the blood from his nose and pushed a hand between her breasts, locking her down on the table in case of another surprise uprising.
With his hips between her legs, he could see all of her. Once more he tried to imagine this in another scenario, but she whimpered when his fingers ran down her hip, smearing unintentionally his own blood down her thigh. There was no ignoring the situation for what it really was.
Ahzrukhal made an impatient sound in the back of his throat, and Charon drove a finger inside the girl, noting how dry she was and uncomfortably tight. A short inhale and keen was all she responded with as he curled and wedged a second digit inside, hoping her body would relent so she didn't rip when the inevitable occurred...if he could even go through with it. His own body was far from excited about the prospect...
A quiver ran up her stomach and Charon heard her make a sound much like a gag as he stretched his fingers inside with as little concern as he could muster. If she would only stretch, he thought with a withheld sneer. If only she would stop clamping down on his fingers and quivering, maybe it would be over soon.
“I know it's been awhile Charon, but no man forgets about the button,” his employer's humor filled tone was filthy enough without the words, “turn her on. I want to watch her come against her will.”
As ordered, Charon ignored the small struggle she gave – back arching and thighs trying to close – before pushing a thumb to her clit and swirling in conjunction with his working fingers. Gradually she was loosening, wetting and making the worst sounds behind that cloth gag.
“Yess...” Ahzrukhal moaned.
Every now and then she'd go very still under his touch, relax and twitch with another terrified moan. Charon watched where he touched her, unable to look away without slipping away from her clit. She was wet...and soft and...she was coming whether she liked it or not. Her thighs shook and her ribs expanded with that pathetic choke he'd had the displeasure of hearing before.
Hot insides sucked on his fingers and immediately he withdrew them, feeling burned and unable to ignore how her fluids dripped from his digits to the floor.
A glance over her shown the thin sheen of sweat, bouncing orange light off her curves as she gazed in a twilight at the ceiling.
Steps caught Charon's attention from her glassy stare. Ahzrukhal stepped, with all consuming power to the table at her side, looking at her breathing heavily in a stupor. “She's almost beautiful like this, isn't she. Damaged, humiliated...coming down from a high she didn't ask for. You did a good job Charon...and good work comes with it's rewards”
The slimy son of a bitch gave Charon a smirk as he pushed damp hair from the girls forehead, bouncing back with a short chuckle when she withdrew from the touch like a snake bite; hissing behind the gag.
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 09:54 am (UTC)(link)“Drop 'em Charon, lets show you what she'd fuckin' with.” There was a pause and then a loud laugh at his own unexpected pun, but Charon found nothing about anything he did funny...and she surley wasn't keen on finding it laughable.
But...as will all things, he did as he was told. Charon took hold of her shoulder, grasping at the junction where it met her neck as he undid his buckles. Under his palm her heart raced heavily while his used his tingling fingers to pushed his leathers down his thighs. A 'tisk' from Ahzrukhal only made his flaccid cock that much more terrible to look at. Did the bastard really think he'd have a hard on from this? Then again the tent in Ahzrukhal's pants proved where the ghoul stood on the sight at hand.
“Better fix that Charon, or she'll have bigger problems than your...big problem. I've got a baseball bat in the back we can use.”
That bile returned the instant the smoothskin let out a dimmed scream, giving another good go at escape – Charon grabbing her close enough to feel his bare hip press into her slick flesh. Despite everything he pushed away the nausea and kissed between her shaking breasts, tasting salt. She continued making those sounds of struggle, but Charon, among violence, was just as good at blocking things out as he was to aim a precise shot. He faded out her whimpers and Ahzrukhal's amused laughs, closing his eyes and kissing down her ribs before licking at a tight nipple that shook with her.
Down between his legs he could feel himself stir. A bought of shame threatened to ruin it, but he took the peak of her breast into his mouth and lapped it up while running a palm up her neck; tangling fingers in her hair.
“To think, if we had a working camera I could make a side profit off this...” Ahzrukhal noted and paced, as if trying to find the best angle when the show got good.
A tight breath ease from her nose and for a second she stilled as Charon suckled, but that didn't last long either. The smoothskin couldn't be accuse of not giving it her all when he pushed a finger back inside her; ruined lips still against her skin where her heart raced in a deadly tempo.
As terrible as having him on her as he knew it was, it wasn't great having to do this either...it wasn't pleasurable to see her buck and cry when he kissed her chest, or sob when he curled his finger inside – all of it more for her than for him, but the effect of such touches were evident. His cock rose like it hadn't in far too long, and yet not long enough...
“There we go... best weapon against a woman if you ask me.” Ahzrukhal appeared besides him, looking down with a heavy sneer between the girls legs where Charon's erection lay rising at her inner thigh.
“That should be more than enough to drive the lesson home.”
Charon swallowed dryly, holding his lips tight together. It should have been more horrific to see his mangled flesh next to her own pink, healthy center...but lust curled sickly in his lower belly, his body finally betraying him. He looked down himself, up her body to her staring eyes. There were no words that needed to be said...
“Now fuck her. Hard.”
One hand on her hip and the other on her neck, Charon leveled with her and did as he was told. Her body bent back, desperate to get away as he pushed hard against her resistance. Tightness swallowed him up, guilt made him force his way in quicker to get it over and done with. And against all restrain, he groaned as she squirmed against him. No doubt she was screaming behind the gag, but the heated, snug feel encompassing him faded out the already soft sound. If she'd ripped or not he wouldn't know until later...until he was done; until Ahzrukhal was done.
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 7/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 09:56 am (UTC)(link)Ahzrukhal made grotesque little sounds as he walked around the shaking table, watching as Charon fucked the trembling little smoothskin until that sheen of sweat grew anew on her body. The orange glow of the bar light reflected fresh tears and her perspiration.
“Harder, Charon...” his employer commanded, and with a clench of teeth, Charon obeyed.
No sound strained behind her gag as Charon pulled back to drive deep and hard, harder still until he felt the back of her try and stop him from doing any serious damage to her fragile insides. Every muscles in her body felt like it'd turned to stone; frozen and rigid against his onslaught. All that proved she was aware was the erratic twitch of her eyes and the flow of tears.
Charon had never though much on the torture he dealt; never wondered what all that pain felt like and how horrible it must truly have been, but he did now. He thought about the pain he was delivering, and it was almost enough to stop the curls of pleasure racing up his abdomen. Every thrust gave him that sweet feeling, while he knew it did quite the opposite for her.
Ahzrukhal suddenly gave a displeased snort, “Flip her over, I wanna watch her while you do this...” he sounded thoughtful, but Charon – without hesiation – pulled out of her, hearing her give a sudden strangled sob before he flipped her on her belly. The sound of her chin hitting the table repeated in Charon's mind as he looked down. Blood stained her inner thighs, and his own cock, but he pushed his tip to her regardless and drove back inside that tight warmth. To her credit, she didn't scream this time.
A palm on her back kept her still a Charon braced his other on the table before continuing the ragged pace issued of him. Ahzrukhal took up the chair before the girl, sitting down with a small, mousy smile. Charon watched the girl twist her head to the side, dismissing the staring ghoul before her as the soft little grunts started to flow from her.
This is where Ahzrukhal hit her hard. There always came this moment when Charon was bringing their victim to the threshold of pain,“Bet you're starting to regret helping Patchwork detox...” it didn't matter that she was looking away; moaning and shaking under Charon's hand, Ahzrukhal kept going, his smile growing all the more.
“I was right to have pegged you an ignorant child when you first walked in, couldn't let anything go could you. Just because you, in your short existence, still think there's a grain of hope in everyone doesn't mean there is.” She made an odd mixture of noises, perhaps speech, but Ahzrukhal continued on as Charon grabbed at her rear to steady himself while he kept sliding deep and pulling out, over and over again.
“Misery breeds, doll face, and my business caters to all that takes away that pain,” he grinned, “I wonder if right now you'd want to buy a little fixer from my...personal stash...bet you wouldn't turn your nose up at the offer now.”
She groaned and gave a fruitless struggle, jerking her wrists behind her back, glaring at the smug ghoul before her no doubt. “I didn't think so,” he finished with a toothsome grin, looking as relaxed as any man with the world at his beck and call. Staring at his employer, Charon still couldn't slake off the pleasure his body felt at every quiver and slap of friction the smoothskin gave him...unwillingly gave him. This was rape, he shouldn't have been enjoying this...he shouldn't want to come from this – not while her reluctant body tightened to keep him out every time he thrust back inside her. A guilty grunt escape Charon's thinned lips, and that was all was needed for Ahzrukhal to laugh once more.
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 09:57 am (UTC)(link)“How does that ghoul cock feel, kid?”
Even through the gag, Charon heard what sounded like a 'fuck you' as her body started to stick to the table top, making it move on it's legs with every thrust.
“Mm'hm, nice I'm sure. Some ask me if Charon's proportionate to his height, all that stereotypical bogus, but in his case...” a thick grin shown again on Ahzrukhal face, “...well, they'd be right wouldn't they? Stings doesn't it?”
She gave a tired whine, but jerked once more under Charon's hand. Ahzrukhal gave a short 'tsk' before taking up the knife nearing the edge of the table from all the jostling. With practiced grace the weapon twirled in his fingers.
The girl went still again; growing slicker under Charon's hands. Bile rose in his throat as he bit back another moan when she tightened hard around his girth; inner thighs move against his leathers. If Ahzrukhal gave the word he would have cum just then...as sick as it really was.
The knife glistened with light as it twirled, and then, without any word, Ahzrukhal stuck the blade under the cloth knot at the back of her head; some strands of hair cutting and sticking to her damp skin.
“I'll slit your throat if you scream. I've got no qualms about having Charon here gun down any rescuers either...you've already ruined my reputation...what the harm if I clean this place out, hmm?”
For a full minute all she did was suck in lungfuls of air against Charon's unrestrained rhythm; coughing softly until she started to grunt and moan....and to Charon's horror and Ahzrukhal's pleasure, not all of it sounded entirely painful.
Ahzrukhal continued twirling the blade, gaining whatever sick pleasure he could from the sight of her being so thoroughly ruined, “Sounds like Crowley was right...”, he snickered when she gasped loudly.
A raw sound stuttered from her throat before she managed a few, spiteful words, “Gonna'ah...kill yoo..”
“I'm sure you are sweet heart,” he bit back sarcastically, “Charon...give her what she's too proud to ask for. Fuck her 'till she comes...then you can spill yourself.”
To make it quick, Charon tried to remember how he'd pleasured women in the past; how to speed it along for her. He slowed his pace, left her empty save for a few inches. In a shallow, steady pace he took her, pulling her back despite the way her front stuck to the table so he could reach a hand between her legs. With blood or fluids, he couldn't be sure, he found her slick clit and rubbed, hearing her try to hold back grunts, most coming through in short, loud exhales. Whether she liked it or not her body was responding, and if Charon could do anything worthwhile, he could make it quick for her.
“..n'no...stop...” she begged in a sound worse than the pathetic hiccup that still rang in his head – it was so desperate and tired, Charon almost stopped...but the conditioning won out without fail, and onward he went; rubbing and fucking her steadily.
“Please!-stop it...” - as her body quivered and she came, sobbing softly as her hips bucked back, she continued pleading almost unintelligibly. Charon groaned, about to pull out as his orgasm ran up his thighs, but Ahzrukhal wouldn't have that...
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 9/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 09:58 am (UTC)(link)It was over in a few steady thrusts. Charon couldn't remember the last time he'd came, nor whether that time had been with a woman or his own hand, but no matter how good it felt, it was ruined by how much the smoothskin struggled against the hot flood he released inside her; how she panted and strained under his hands.
It had to have been near an hour that Charon had started...and there would never be enough air in the room to swallow for his head to stop swimming – the feeling could very well have had more to do with the copious amount of guilt more than the physical exertion of fucking the girl so hard.
With clenched teeth Charon removed himself from her, feeling himself already soften immediately, as if his cock could hid inside him for the rest of his tepid existence in disgrace.
Silenced filled the bar as she aspirated and Charon gasped. Ahzrukhal remained unnaturally quiet and contemplative before Charon took the silence to heart, stuffing himself back in his pants; zipping and buckling himself with mechanical method. The girl didn't even move now that his hands were off her, just laid there breathing deep into the table.
Red marks where Charon's hands had been were growing ugly on her back and rear; another reminder of what just happened.
So many days, months and years of the same routine had nearly caused him to miss her at first. The bar doors had opened, and yes, he'd spared a glance but the thing he'd seen didn't sink in until well into her conversation with his employer.
A girl...a smoothskin. Un-severed skin covered her limbs, graced her face with small freckles and a still optimistically youthful smile. Those eyes told Charon she'd yet to see the real horrors of this world...and his first definition of her aside from 'smoothskin woman' was 'vault dweller' – the third one was 'pretty', if unconventionally so.
There was no real physical attraction to her, but as with anything that was nice to look at, Charon looked until she'd left with a forced smile and an angry glint in her eyes, leaving Ahzrukhal fuming in his cream suit the rest of the night.
He didn't have to guess what had happened – it wasn't the first time Ahzrukhal had offered chems to an outsider and been insulted for it, but Charon couldn't remember it being from someone so unlike his typical consumer. The fact that she was a woman and nice on the eyes probably didn't help either.
Charon found her interesting instantly at least until she'd came in the second time.
She started with accusations, Patchwork fidgeting behind her as she dumped a sack of caps on the bar with a nasty bit of speech Charon wouldn't have expected from someone who looked so...innocent.
“I've paid his tab, now you keep your rotten fuckin' fingers off his caps!” Charon watched her point back to Patchwork, who froze as if she'd punched him before the barest of smiles crossed his face when she mentioned him so protectively.
So she was a bleeding heart was she? Charon would have smirked if decorum didn't keep him straight faced while in his corner.
She continued with an edge to her voice, “I mean really. Taking advantage of hopelessness like a leech on a Brahmin's ass. You're no better than the poison you sell.”
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 10/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 10:00 am (UTC)(link)She went with little trouble, and Charon had enough time to inhale the scent off her hair and memorize the feel of her bare arms in his mangled palms.
Later, in his corner, Charon realized she smelt good enough to eat.
She groaned lamely and twisted, bending awkwardly before rolling on her back with a seething sound.
Despite it all, Charon watched her wince and sit up; abdomen tightening to pull her bound wrists and upper body up into a slumped sitting position. Her sweaty hair hung tangled around her shoulder and cheeks. Stains of tears ran down her face in hidden lines, making the hard creases around her eyes stick out even more. There was little innocence there anymore...not like the kind she'd brought in on her first visit to this place.
She didn't speak as Ahzrukhal bent around the table, taking the knife to her wrists. She only flinched and looked up at Charon. Her lower lip quivered, but she stared with those brown eyes; digging into Charon's estranged ones – he knew even before she moved that cutting her binds was the stupidest decision Ahzrukhal had ever made...maybe would ever make.
Charon knew she was fast, but the way she twisted – once her arms were free – was with the speed of a resolute animal; every muscle bunched and loosened perfectly as her head made contact with Ahzrukhal's on a dull smack. Her hands dislodged the knife, swiped upwards, cut and then stabbed into the pulmonary artery in Ahzrukhal's neck. Only after the fact did Charon manage to react at all, conditioning forcing his hand; grabbing at her ankle to pull her back with enough force to dislocate her foot, but she kicked fast enough to smack his head back, making him stumble as she flopped off the table.
She squabbled for purchase, naked and quick on the bloody floor to the gasping, dying Ahzrukhal. Her fingers emptied pockets and fumbled, turning a quick look to catch Charon flip the table over with a growl. She killed Ahzrukhal, and now she was to be killed. He would make it quick...make it very quick, but she. Had. To. Die. Now.
She had to die....until...
“Stop!”, she ordered, and Charon stopped. Stained in her own blood and Charon's...former...employer's, she sat on Ahzrukhal's trembling body with the slip of paper gripped tight in her shivering fist.
Charon eyed the sight; mind unable to process everything aside from the fact that he'd been ordered to stop. The urge to strangle her to death vanished completely, but the guilt of what he'd previously done to her swam high to the surface; high enough that he nearly vomited.
“Th-...” she swallowed and gasped, finally breathing hard after the feat she'd just committed, “This is it.” She was referring to his contract and he nodded 'yes'. “Then...sit down...” - and he sat in the chair behind him with a 'thud', feeling the energy drain out of him the second his legs relax. Perhaps she'd force him off a cliff now, or outside where the mutant would rip him apart.
Carefully he eyed her, watching as she caught her breath and tried to get to her knees.
“I can assist you,” he said, purposefully lacking emotion when she slipped in a pool of blood.
“Don't touch me!” she hissed like he'd actually done so, for her hands went to hold her arms protectively, “I mean...” she started, pulling in a lungful of air before letting it out, “...just let me get up on my own.”
And she did, eventually, get up on her own, holding the edge of the table to support her buckling knees. She pointed to her bunched up pants on the floor and Charon bent to grab them, handing them to her at arm's length. He watched her put them on; one leg at a time with a pinched face. The blood between her legs made him swallowed a sudden rush of saliva.
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 11/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 10:02 am (UTC)(link)“...thanks...” she muttered, folding up the stained contract into a small square and stuffing it in the inside pocket of the jacket....where it'd been for so long now...only the one inside the suit was different now...
Charon watched her, anxiety rising the longer she acted as though he'd done nothing wrong. Waiting for her to dish out justice could have been part of his punishment, for the passing minutes ached with growing degree. He wasn't sure, but when she turned around with the bloodied knife in her hand; fresh from Ahzrukhal's neck, Charon watched her and waited. But he didn't expect her to say anything...
“I am angry.” she noted, and Charon almost snorted in laughter as the largest understatement of the year registered in his head. “...I'm also, not stupid...you were his gun. Blameless. He was the one with the finger on the trigger. I don't blame you...”
She looked down while wiping the knife on the lapel of the jacket almost...was that embarrassment in her posture Charon saw?
“You're forgiven if that's what you're waiting to hear...but...I'm making you clean him up, and you'll sleep here tonight. It's nothing against you...well maybe it is, but I don't wan-” her blank front almost deteriorated when a short sob threatened to silence her, “I don't want anyone around right now.”
Charon watched with attentive eyes as she rested the knife on the table, suddenly showing just how exhausted she was. He could still see her stained inner thighs when he closed his eyes; could still see her fear-sweat glistening orange and the way her body would shake visibly every time Ahzrukhal spoke.
“I'll come for you when I wake up...alright...”
But she didn't make it to the door, and Charon, like when he'd strangled her earlier in the night, caught her before she banged her head on the floor. She was lucid when he gathered her up in his arms, struggled weakly but muttered a 'fuck' and a 'thanks' while he curled her up tight and took her back to the room he'd taken her from. She may have despised his touch, but unless she ordered otherwise, he was to take care of her.
Her eyes remained half open, looking up at him all the while as he took the stairs, glancing down every other moment to see her just...staring. She smelt like the iron in the blood and a mixture of the scent from Ahzrukhal's jacket and that odd female smell that clung to her even now.
“I'm sorry,” he muttered when he pushed her door open with his shoulder, dropping her on a chair against the wall. His mind warred with whether to take the bloody jacket off her or not. Surely she wouldn't enjoy waking up in it...
“It's okay.” Whether that gave him permission to disrobe her or if she was accepting his apology, he pushed the garment over her shoulders slowly. When she shrugged back he took it off and threw it to the floor, noting the rash of blood on her skin and the bruises he'd left.
“Put me to bed okay...you can watch the door.” Her voice shook softly, as if once he laid her down in bed she'd curl up and cry herself to sleep...and she did. The sobs she did hold in, causing a leak in her throat, tore at whatever heart Charon had left, leaving him beside her door with her blanket covered back to him; shaking with each strangled sound.
He'd never wanted to comfort anyone before now, and the true pain was that if he touched her...she may do something worse than cry.
Charon closed his eyes against the sobs, trying to forget the lack of tension in his limbs on account of the forced orgasm he had. A shower stall lay in the corner of the room. Why she didn't want to scrub herself raw he didn't know. Hell, he wanted to use it. Her blood and fluids were dried on him by now – that knowing soured his stomach again, making his feet shift on the floor.
He had to say something...had to do something, even if she ordered him out.
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 12/12
(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 10:03 am (UTC)(link)“What do I do?” he asked, unsure why he cared so much to risk being near her now, but something compelled him, whether it was justified or not.
Her cries went silent before she eased the blanket down enough to lock eyes with him.
“Wha-what do you mean?” she choked out; throat sounding raw and nose bunged up.
“How do I stop you from crying?”
She didn't say anything for a long while, just took in his features, one by one with wet eyes. Eventually the blanket was pulled further down, showing her face and the bruises under her left eye and neck. Guilt washed over him again and he turned away like a coward, unable to look at her anymore.
“Answer me something?” she asked; small and quiet.
“Anything.” He swallowed, realizing he'd answered without the contract having the time to answer for him. The genuine want to fix things was both new and terrifying for him.
Her nose scrunched up for a moment before a hand – bruised around the wrist – rubbed at her lingering tears, gentle of her swelling eye. “Did you enjoy any of...that?”
A feeling much like a thick clog filled his throat; his own defense against the sudden 'yes' that forced it's way out of his mouth. Despite his guard, she didn't seem as offended or upset by his answer as he'd thought. For a moment she looked...thoughtful, her exposed hand gripping and releasing the edge of the blanket.
“I did to...I think that's the worst about it all. That...that my body ended up finding something good in it, even though it was humiliating and...painful,” she gave the appearance of someone trying to hold in vomit, but continued regardless, “I was,” a sad laugh, “going to buy your contract tomorrow morning too...but...then...this...” Another river of tears ran thick from her eyes as she buried her face. To his utter surprise, she reached out that hand, grasped the collar of his jacket and brought his face close; his forehead touch her own.
“Would you have done it, if it was up to you?” she choked out.
“No.” He felt the wet warmth of her tears on his ruined skin as she sobbed again, this time it sounded nearly relieved. Never would he have touched a woman in such a violently sexual way as what he'd been forced to do with her. Charon knew he was many terrible things, but he wished, out of all of them, he wasn't now a rapist...
“I didn't think you would.” she managed to say through her upset, face stuffed hard against his neck.
His chest grew warm when her arms snaked out to latch around his neck, hugging him to the bed where she sniffled under his chin. She expelled her pain against him, only flinching for a moment when he reciprocated the gesture of touch, clinging harder when he relaxed beside her.
To know that she had planned to take him from this place, that she didn't hate him, that he would be able to protect her from now on, Charon held her close since she allowed him to and fully enjoyed the way she felt and smelt. If he could have, he would have tried to smile as she curled into him.
Eventually her sobs grew quiet again and her breathing relaxed into a soft waft against his throat. She whimpered when he went to remove himself, finally – after a few tries – he relented and dared to lie on the edge of her bed. The girl slept pressed against him.
“I will keep you safe...smoothskin. No more pain...” he muttered, staring at the wall as she slept. He would stay awake, watch the door and above all...make sure nothing hurt her again, especially him not him...
“You are safe...again.”
Re: Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 12/12
(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 12/12
(Anonymous) 2012-03-31 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)Wonderful descriptions, really nice details... great bit of work a!a
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(Anonymous) 2012-04-02 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 12/12
(Anonymous) 2012-04-19 09:46 am (UTC)(link)Totally brilliant! You actually pulled of a sexy non-con while staying painfully believable. At least for me, that's a first. Great work, A!A.