Post by Vyn on May 4, 2008 10:53:35 GMT -5
Author: Vyn
Characters: Seki
Takes Place: Corvistowne & Capital City, after Seki's escape from The Wood
Word Count: 953
Reader's Warning: Contains graphic rape and sexual sadism.
(Abuse Me More - Part II)
Seki's longest relationship would begin just like the others; in a blur of alcohol and a blaze of sex and pain.
Seki stood in the bathroom of one of the many bars in Capital City, his thin fingers clutching the edge of a sink. The music outside of the bathroom pulsed and throbbed and his head swam violently with alcohol. "Nrr..." A sound of pure misery escaped the cat, his eyes drowning with need. Jovan had left him, again, and suddenly he was without any stability again. It had happened so many times that he should have expected it, should have known what was coming.
Jovan was a pimp, he was predictable.
A sound alerted him to someone else in the room, but Seki didn't look up to see who had entered in behind him. He merely slumped down further against the sink and closed his eyes, blocking out whatever shape had slid into the mirror's reflection. A voice was speaking then and in Seki's drunken haze, he blocked it out. All of it, except that he heard Jovan's name among it all. His body tensed for a second before he felt himself being slammed roughly into the sink he was supporting himself on. The air was knocked out of his lungs, strangling the cry he would've made as the stranger entered him. He arched his back, driving his body back against the man; drinking in the pain like it was an old friend.
His eyes hazed over with pleasure as little gasps and needy mewls of pain escaped him and he struggled to focus only on riding that agonizing meeting. So deep, deeper than anything he'd felt before and he was so close! Except that the stranger's hand had clenched around his arousal, holding him at bay and causing Seki to cry out in pain. Abruptly everything was spinning, spinning away into a haze of pleasure and pain. It felt like he was splitting open and all he could do was scream and moan.
The next thing he remembered was waking to a rough nudge in the side from Jovan's foot. Seki mewed with pain, his body aching from the abuse and his mind numb with shame, but he allowed himself to be drug away regardless.
How could he fight? What right did he have? Self-pride was a figment of his imagination, but the pain... o! the pain was real and it lingered with him for the remainder of the night and long into the following afternoon.
* * *
The faceless stranger returned randomly over the following months. Some days he'd appear for days in a row, and then the next he wouldn't appear for two or three weeks only to return again out of the blue. It wasn't a relationship, no where close, but it was the longest that someone had paid attention to him in a long time. Not even Jovan had showed him this much attention in all of the boy's time working for him. He grew to recognize his nameless customer not by his face or even his voice, but the sound of his moans, the roughness of his hands, and the feeling of his erection plowing into him time and time again.
* * *
Two weeks had passed since the man had taken him last and Seki wandered the streets in a drug induced haze. He wasn't sure what he'd scored from the dealer he'd just parted from, just that it numbed the pain of reality.
Jovan had finally kicked him out. He'd come back from the bar to find the door locked and his key useless. The house inside was empty, absolutely empty. Jovan had left and abandoned him for good this time. Xylia's doors were still open, they always were, but he couldn't go back. She would just look at him with that same sadness in her eyes and the same old disappointment. He couldn't take it.
Thunder cracked somewhere, causing him to flinch in surprise. Mewing with concern, he hurried for the closest illusion of shelter: an alley. The deluge of rain which broke free of the clouds missed him by moments but he'd find no safety in his filthy hide-away. Moments after stumbling into the shadowed walls, a low chuckling would rise up and with it the looming shapes of rats. Everything moved in a blur. Too slow and then too fast, hazing in and out until it was nothing more than movement and color and pain and then dark, blissful, nothing.
Briefly he was awoken, by the sensation of the chill rain pelting his soiled body. It'd never wash the filth in his coat away, but maybe it'd drown him and he wouldn't have to fight any more. Darkness again, longer this time.
The next time he awoke it would be to the sensation of pain and the throb of his head and then the wave of pleasure that rocked over him. Someone was inside of him, fucking him hard and driving it's length into his core. "O!" The feline cried, gasping in pain and surprise and then, slowly, in pleasure. He recognized that thick ache which filled him so deeply the moment his head cleared of sleeping fog. It was him.
His breath was brushing his ear, hot and familiar, but this time his voice filled Seki's head as well. It was the first time he had heard that haunting voice and the words that would shake him to the core: "You belong to me now. So long as you are mine, none of that filth will ever touch you again." Seki ached to the core, but it was a different sort of pain now. His his eyes flooded with tears and his body quaked with sobs and the force of his lover's thrusts.
Characters: Seki
Takes Place: Corvistowne & Capital City, after Seki's escape from The Wood
Word Count: 953
Reader's Warning: Contains graphic rape and sexual sadism.
(Abuse Me More - Part II)
"Oh no, I just keep on falling
(back to the same old)
And where's hope, when misery comes crawling?
(oh my way, ay)
With your fate, you'll trigger a landslide
(misery)
And kill off this common sense of mine"
(back to the same old)
And where's hope, when misery comes crawling?
(oh my way, ay)
With your fate, you'll trigger a landslide
(misery)
And kill off this common sense of mine"
Seki's longest relationship would begin just like the others; in a blur of alcohol and a blaze of sex and pain.
Seki stood in the bathroom of one of the many bars in Capital City, his thin fingers clutching the edge of a sink. The music outside of the bathroom pulsed and throbbed and his head swam violently with alcohol. "Nrr..." A sound of pure misery escaped the cat, his eyes drowning with need. Jovan had left him, again, and suddenly he was without any stability again. It had happened so many times that he should have expected it, should have known what was coming.
Jovan was a pimp, he was predictable.
A sound alerted him to someone else in the room, but Seki didn't look up to see who had entered in behind him. He merely slumped down further against the sink and closed his eyes, blocking out whatever shape had slid into the mirror's reflection. A voice was speaking then and in Seki's drunken haze, he blocked it out. All of it, except that he heard Jovan's name among it all. His body tensed for a second before he felt himself being slammed roughly into the sink he was supporting himself on. The air was knocked out of his lungs, strangling the cry he would've made as the stranger entered him. He arched his back, driving his body back against the man; drinking in the pain like it was an old friend.
His eyes hazed over with pleasure as little gasps and needy mewls of pain escaped him and he struggled to focus only on riding that agonizing meeting. So deep, deeper than anything he'd felt before and he was so close! Except that the stranger's hand had clenched around his arousal, holding him at bay and causing Seki to cry out in pain. Abruptly everything was spinning, spinning away into a haze of pleasure and pain. It felt like he was splitting open and all he could do was scream and moan.
The next thing he remembered was waking to a rough nudge in the side from Jovan's foot. Seki mewed with pain, his body aching from the abuse and his mind numb with shame, but he allowed himself to be drug away regardless.
How could he fight? What right did he have? Self-pride was a figment of his imagination, but the pain... o! the pain was real and it lingered with him for the remainder of the night and long into the following afternoon.
* * *
The faceless stranger returned randomly over the following months. Some days he'd appear for days in a row, and then the next he wouldn't appear for two or three weeks only to return again out of the blue. It wasn't a relationship, no where close, but it was the longest that someone had paid attention to him in a long time. Not even Jovan had showed him this much attention in all of the boy's time working for him. He grew to recognize his nameless customer not by his face or even his voice, but the sound of his moans, the roughness of his hands, and the feeling of his erection plowing into him time and time again.
* * *
Two weeks had passed since the man had taken him last and Seki wandered the streets in a drug induced haze. He wasn't sure what he'd scored from the dealer he'd just parted from, just that it numbed the pain of reality.
Jovan had finally kicked him out. He'd come back from the bar to find the door locked and his key useless. The house inside was empty, absolutely empty. Jovan had left and abandoned him for good this time. Xylia's doors were still open, they always were, but he couldn't go back. She would just look at him with that same sadness in her eyes and the same old disappointment. He couldn't take it.
Thunder cracked somewhere, causing him to flinch in surprise. Mewing with concern, he hurried for the closest illusion of shelter: an alley. The deluge of rain which broke free of the clouds missed him by moments but he'd find no safety in his filthy hide-away. Moments after stumbling into the shadowed walls, a low chuckling would rise up and with it the looming shapes of rats. Everything moved in a blur. Too slow and then too fast, hazing in and out until it was nothing more than movement and color and pain and then dark, blissful, nothing.
Briefly he was awoken, by the sensation of the chill rain pelting his soiled body. It'd never wash the filth in his coat away, but maybe it'd drown him and he wouldn't have to fight any more. Darkness again, longer this time.
The next time he awoke it would be to the sensation of pain and the throb of his head and then the wave of pleasure that rocked over him. Someone was inside of him, fucking him hard and driving it's length into his core. "O!" The feline cried, gasping in pain and surprise and then, slowly, in pleasure. He recognized that thick ache which filled him so deeply the moment his head cleared of sleeping fog. It was him.
His breath was brushing his ear, hot and familiar, but this time his voice filled Seki's head as well. It was the first time he had heard that haunting voice and the words that would shake him to the core: "You belong to me now. So long as you are mine, none of that filth will ever touch you again." Seki ached to the core, but it was a different sort of pain now. His his eyes flooded with tears and his body quaked with sobs and the force of his lover's thrusts.
"Right now, you're the only reason
(I'm not letting go, oh)
And time out, if everyone's worth pleasing
(Well ha)
You'll trigger a landslide
(MISERY)
To kill off the finite state of mind"
(I'm not letting go, oh)
And time out, if everyone's worth pleasing
(Well ha)
You'll trigger a landslide
(MISERY)
To kill off the finite state of mind"
