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The Mighty Become Slaves 4/?
Date: 2012-02-23 07:07 am (UTC)She laughed. Her fingers, rough from grit and gun, pressed in, one by one. He shifted, turning his face further away from her, legs flexing in discomfort, whine caught in his throat.
“Oh, yes, you’re a tight one.”
Her words were revered whispers, thick with sadistic lust. Briefly, he thought about the woman he had known, the woman who had always flinched when she killed.
The fingers rubbed inside him, sometimes one circled or the other curled up, but all were moving up with a purpose, a purpose that made Vulpes tense up. She chuckled. And turned vulgar when she started fucking him with her fingers.
“You’re just like the whores you hate, Vulpes, I mean, look at how many fingers you can take without flinching.”
Vulpes groaned, embarrassment making him squeeze his eyes shut. Her other hand stroked his hip soothingly.
“But you are a virgin, aren’t you?” she whispered, voice husky. “I am going to be first and your last.”
His cock was stiffening, much to his revulsion. She was laughing, telling him it was a perfectly normal thing to happen to a slut. He could feel the precome dripping down to the ground, a cruel testament that his body wasn’t as unresponsive as he thought it was.
The fingers had found what they were searching for. It was something inside him that made him startle and sputter out hatred for what she was doing to him. The Legion faded to the back of his mind as she continued to stab her fingers against that something. He bit his lip. Vaguely, he could feel his hips moving in tandem with her fingers; feel his mouth opening to utter nothing, blood roaring in his ears and his cock softening.
No. Vulpes’ shoulders heaved. His knees felt a damning dampness.
She, the Courier—Benni—had made him orgasm.
The Courier’s head rested on his shoulder. “Was that fucking amazing?”
She stroked his sweat-sticky hair, like his mother used to do, as he gulped in air.
Through the pain and willpower and shame, the feeling of death washed over him. He might not survive this. His body might not. His mind might not. He didn’t want to survive this because that meant he would have to face them. He shuddered. It pressed against him. The coldness of that thing sent goosebumps up his arms. She moved it languidly up and down, just to get him to feel that, feel the size, the girth, the gross almost-rubber feel to it.
“Calm down, Vulpes, this won’t hurt all that much,” she said, loudly enough for everyone to hear.
She spread him wide enough for some to see. He flushed with fury. His hands flexed. He wanted to claw out her throat. Kill her. Enslave her like she enslaved him.
Her hips stopped moving. “Do you want to surrender the Legion to me?” she whispered, “It’d be easy. You don’t have to go through this. You can just give in and feel no pain.”
“What kind of fool do you take me for?” he shot back, almost close to biting his tongue.
“Whatever. Just saying. Don’t worry, babe, I’ll make it extra horrible for you.”
She flipped him over onto his back. No. He doesn’t want to look at her. He just wanted to suffer his torture in peace. His legs were spread wide, on either side of her, their positions making it easy for everyone to see everything. Her grin was wide and hungry.
“This is how you yourself would have done it. You would have made those girls suffer like never before.”
“You know that I’d never—”
His gurgling scream cut off his words. His back arched as he felt fire spreading up his spine and his stomach tightening with revulsion. The tip was inside him, moving inside bit by bit, letting him feel the slow stretching of his muscles. She was above him, eyes intent on his every expression, tongue out to taste. He shut his eyes; didn’t want her to see the pain. Didn’t want anybody to see it; wanted to cover himself up, so nobody saw that thing inside him.
Re: The Mighty Become Slaves 4/?
Date: 2012-02-23 08:39 am (UTC)God, this is just so hot and complex and violating and horrible and it's turning me on. Gah, I love seeing smug men broken by women.
Re: The Mighty Become Slaves 4/?
Date: 2012-02-26 07:49 pm (UTC)