Nic pulled on my hair once more. It didn't serve any purpose but to hurt, to humiliate. I knew this. I'd been through this before, and survived. I would again. And if I could protect Ivy, keep her from knowing this, from seeing it, then maybe I could find a way out. Find a way to save her.
The cloak was pulled away, tossed off into a dark corner somewhere and I was cold, nearly painfully so. I don't know what was going through Nic's head, but he just knelt there, stroking his hand up and down my spine, slowly, as though we were lovers. I shivered, naked, bound and gagged and tried to keep my head on straight. Finally, a decision was made, or maybe Nic decided I'd turned blue enough for his tastes. He slipped the knot on the rope and took hold of the short chain between my wrists.
I couldn't get my legs to work. My feet had gone numb some time ago and after the beatings I'd taken, I had nothing left. I was doing all I could to keep from just closing my eyes and letting everything go to hell. Nic didn't care. When I couldn't walk, he dragged me. The ground was mostly cleared dirt, hard packed but relatively smooth. Except for every so often when some tender part of me would find a half buried rock. By the time Nic dropped me next to the small fire he had going, I was bleeding from half a dozen small wounds. A foot slipped under my stomach and pressed, flipping me over onto my back. I panted through the gag, waiting.
“Remember what happens if you get noisy, Harry. The Archive wakes up. Maybe I even figure out a way to get her in on the fun.” I choked. The idea that he could- it shouldn't have shocked me, not after everything. But it did. Nic grinned and untied the gag. I worked my jaw, stretching it, but didn't make any sound. “Perfect.” He ran a hand down the side of my face. Gentle again.
Something cold slipped across one of the bleeding cuts and I jerked, biting down to keep the yelp inside. More touches, cold and slippery and familiar. I couldn't see them, but I knew that Anduriel's shadow tentacles and formed around Nic. Small mouths opened on them, sealing over the cuts and and licking. Tiny tongues sliding into the scrapes, flicking back and forth. I whimpered, the softest sound I could make. It hurt, but it somehow also felt good.
I slammed my head back into the dirt, trying to drive the sensations back to where they belonged. Pain, and only pain. Nic laughed above me and I felt him kneel between my legs, spreading them wide. “Hold him down.” Larger tentacles wrapped around my legs at ankles and knees, another gripped my bound wrists. They pulled, stretching me out and a groan escaped as I felt my joints pulling. It sounded so very loud in my ears, I rolled my eyes to look at Ivy. She was still in the same position. I took a deep, shuddering breath and pushed my magic away, grounding it out as much as I could.
“Ah, Harry. You have no idea how good you look.” Fingers undid the leather and buckles, pulling the harness clear of my body, leaving me completely bare. A muscular hand, callused in odd, unfamiliar ways wrapped around my lip cock and a frission went up my spine. The mouths began their movements again, sucking, biting without teeth, so that it was just pressure. Nic began to jerk me off, slow and steady. Even though I was limp, it didn't take long. He knew how bodies worked. He knew my body.
I ground the back of my head into the dirt, eyes closed, a high pitched whine escaping as I fought myself, fought not to give in. But it was a losing battle. I didn't have enough control. I didn't have enough of anything. A twist of the wrist, the flash of teeth in the wavering firelight and I came, choking on my own tears.
“Shh. Shhh. Calm down. You're so sweet, so pliant, aren't you? Do you know why? Why you don't fight harder? I know you tell yourself it's because you're trying to save the girl, but that's not it at all.” Nic took hold of the thing inside me, twisted it, pulling it out and then slowly pressing in. Again and again. I felt so stretched, impossible. “It's because you like it. You only fight hard enough to tell yourself you tried, and then you give in. I could do anything, anything at all, and you'd let me.”
Nic yanked the thing out, too fast and blood filled my mouth again as I bit down. I was suddenly empty, fluid starting to leak out immediately even as I tried to clench down, to stop feeling so hollow. Nic tsk'd and slid two fingers in without pause. I'd been stretched so wide for so long it was like they weren't even there. The air thrummed with his pleasure and he came back with three. I felt those, barely, and squirmed.
“So perfect. Such a slut, aren't we, Harry? Nothing else will satisfy, after this. You'll dream of me for the rest of your life.”
Something wide, rough and fleshy pressed into me and I froze. What was he- oh stars. His hand. I keened as I felt him sink into me up to the second knuckle, maybe. It was too much. He had to stop. He had to.
“Stop. Stop. Please, please stop. I can't- you'll kill me. Don't do this, god, Nic, please...” I whispered it, rough, coughing up my own blood and saliva. My magic spiked against my own skin. I wanted to use it, to throw him off of me, to get free, but some part of my mind remembered Ivy, and held it down. No matter what happened, I would not be the cause of her death. I wouldn't.
The fingers inside me twisted, working their way deeper.
“This is what I want, Harry. I'm going to fuck you with my fist, and you'll come from that alone. If you can't be quiet, I can gag you again. Would you like that? We've made it so far alone, I'd hate to lose what we have.” I couldn't answer him. I didn't need to. A tentacle, thicker than the others nibbling along my flesh, or holding me down slid up along my cheek, pushing itself against my mouth then flattening out. Gagged. I tried not to feel relieved. I couldn't scream now. I couldn't endanger Ivy like that.
He pressed on, thicker and harder, more and more pressure, uncomfortable, then painful. I felt the ridge of his thumb, pressed up against the palm, a grating, tearing addition to everything else, and I screamed. “That's it. That's good. Give it all to me.” Then he was there, inside up me up to the wrist. I knew it would hurt, I knew it would do no good at all, but I fought. The tentacles held me down, kept me from tearing myself apart of Nicodemus's hand, and eventually I slumped, mind skittering around, touching different facts and sensations and then shying away. I reached for my magic, desperate, and found it sliding away from my touch. Not enough control. I couldn't wield it when I needed it the most.
My hips jerked, involuntary as the hand inside me moved, fingers rippling, opening and closing slightly, then twisting until they found that spot inside me. Lightning shot through me and then Nic touched it again, his hand curling inside me, clenching and he began to thrust his clenched fist inside of me in short, sharp movements. Just a little back and forth, but it was enough, rubbing against the over sensitive walls, against the spot that took my breath away, that made my body forget where we were and who was doing this, and I found myself hard again, like a goddamn teenager and then Nic's mouth was on me, swallowing my entire length in one move, his hand still buried deep inside and with a flick of the tongue, some pressure, I came, spilling into his mouth. He spit it out, splattering my stomach with a mix of my own come.
Nic flattened his fist out again inside of me, and slowly pulled out. I was boneless, weak, and it was easier to feel it slide out, the rough islands of his knuckles rubbing against my strained and abused flesh.
A rustle of quick movement and then Nic stood over me, still dressed but with his pants open just enough to pull out his own weeping cock. He focused on my face, not meeting my eyes, but coming as close as he could and jerked off. I squeezed my eyes shut right before he came, warm, sticky and salty across my face, until it was the only thing I could feel. My every breath carried the scent of Nicodemus's release.
Hands wrapped around my wrists, and when they pulled back I could feel a second pair of chains. I knew the feel. Thorn manacles. Nic leaned down and brushed the tip of one finger along the edge of my jaw line. When I opened my eyes, the tentacle that had been gagging me withdrew.
I heard movement and turned to look in the direction of Ivy and her cage.
It was empty. The greater circle, which had been up and running was gone. There was nothing there. My eyes flew to Nicodemus. He was smiling, like a shark smiles.
“We missed the Archive, back at the aquarium. Her dog is skilled. He took out Tessa's men and kept the Archive safe until the sign dropped.” I kicked at him. The tentacles had dissolved, once the thorn manacles were clamped on, but I was sluggish and slow and bleeding. I missed.
Nic grabbed me with one hand in my hair and the other on the chains. He yanked me up, pulled me over to one wall, next to a huddled form. When I could force my eyes to focus, I realized it was Marcone. He was tied to the wall with rope, one side of his face bloody, bruises visible on his face and scrapes on his hands. Nic took the trailing end of the rope that tied Marcone to the wall and tied it around my chains, leaving me curled up on the dirt beside Marcone's ripped and ruined pants leg.
“You boys play nice now.” He ruffled my hair and then slunk away into the shadows.
“Dresden? Dresden, are you-”
“Shut. Up.” I bit it out, and met his eyes. I knew he'd seen everything. If I hadn't known when I saw him staring with cold, burning hate at Nic, I'd have known when I saw the very human look in his eyes. I pressed myself up a little, half sitting against the wall, and in the dirt between us, I started to scratch out a message.
Re: Fill: Island Getaway 2/2 aka Bad Angel III - Public Humiliation prompt
The cloak was pulled away, tossed off into a dark corner somewhere and I was cold, nearly painfully so. I don't know what was going through Nic's head, but he just knelt there, stroking his hand up and down my spine, slowly, as though we were lovers. I shivered, naked, bound and gagged and tried to keep my head on straight. Finally, a decision was made, or maybe Nic decided I'd turned blue enough for his tastes. He slipped the knot on the rope and took hold of the short chain between my wrists.
I couldn't get my legs to work. My feet had gone numb some time ago and after the beatings I'd taken, I had nothing left. I was doing all I could to keep from just closing my eyes and letting everything go to hell. Nic didn't care. When I couldn't walk, he dragged me. The ground was mostly cleared dirt, hard packed but relatively smooth. Except for every so often when some tender part of me would find a half buried rock. By the time Nic dropped me next to the small fire he had going, I was bleeding from half a dozen small wounds. A foot slipped under my stomach and pressed, flipping me over onto my back. I panted through the gag, waiting.
“Remember what happens if you get noisy, Harry. The Archive wakes up. Maybe I even figure out a way to get her in on the fun.” I choked. The idea that he could- it shouldn't have shocked me, not after everything. But it did. Nic grinned and untied the gag. I worked my jaw, stretching it, but didn't make any sound. “Perfect.” He ran a hand down the side of my face. Gentle again.
Something cold slipped across one of the bleeding cuts and I jerked, biting down to keep the yelp inside. More touches, cold and slippery and familiar. I couldn't see them, but I knew that Anduriel's shadow tentacles and formed around Nic. Small mouths opened on them, sealing over the cuts and and licking. Tiny tongues sliding into the scrapes, flicking back and forth. I whimpered, the softest sound I could make. It hurt, but it somehow also felt good.
I slammed my head back into the dirt, trying to drive the sensations back to where they belonged. Pain, and only pain. Nic laughed above me and I felt him kneel between my legs, spreading them wide. “Hold him down.” Larger tentacles wrapped around my legs at ankles and knees, another gripped my bound wrists. They pulled, stretching me out and a groan escaped as I felt my joints pulling. It sounded so very loud in my ears, I rolled my eyes to look at Ivy. She was still in the same position. I took a deep, shuddering breath and pushed my magic away, grounding it out as much as I could.
“Ah, Harry. You have no idea how good you look.” Fingers undid the leather and buckles, pulling the harness clear of my body, leaving me completely bare. A muscular hand, callused in odd, unfamiliar ways wrapped around my lip cock and a frission went up my spine. The mouths began their movements again, sucking, biting without teeth, so that it was just pressure. Nic began to jerk me off, slow and steady. Even though I was limp, it didn't take long. He knew how bodies worked. He knew my body.
I ground the back of my head into the dirt, eyes closed, a high pitched whine escaping as I fought myself, fought not to give in. But it was a losing battle. I didn't have enough control. I didn't have enough of anything. A twist of the wrist, the flash of teeth in the wavering firelight and I came, choking on my own tears.
“Shh. Shhh. Calm down. You're so sweet, so pliant, aren't you? Do you know why? Why you don't fight harder? I know you tell yourself it's because you're trying to save the girl, but that's not it at all.” Nic took hold of the thing inside me, twisted it, pulling it out and then slowly pressing in. Again and again. I felt so stretched, impossible. “It's because you like it. You only fight hard enough to tell yourself you tried, and then you give in. I could do anything, anything at all, and you'd let me.”
Nic yanked the thing out, too fast and blood filled my mouth again as I bit down. I was suddenly empty, fluid starting to leak out immediately even as I tried to clench down, to stop feeling so hollow. Nic tsk'd and slid two fingers in without pause. I'd been stretched so wide for so long it was like they weren't even there. The air thrummed with his pleasure and he came back with three. I felt those, barely, and squirmed.
“So perfect. Such a slut, aren't we, Harry? Nothing else will satisfy, after this. You'll dream of me for the rest of your life.”
Something wide, rough and fleshy pressed into me and I froze. What was he- oh stars. His hand. I keened as I felt him sink into me up to the second knuckle, maybe. It was too much. He had to stop. He had to.
“Stop. Stop. Please, please stop. I can't- you'll kill me. Don't do this, god, Nic, please...” I whispered it, rough, coughing up my own blood and saliva. My magic spiked against my own skin. I wanted to use it, to throw him off of me, to get free, but some part of my mind remembered Ivy, and held it down. No matter what happened, I would not be the cause of her death. I wouldn't.
The fingers inside me twisted, working their way deeper.
“This is what I want, Harry. I'm going to fuck you with my fist, and you'll come from that alone. If you can't be quiet, I can gag you again. Would you like that? We've made it so far alone, I'd hate to lose what we have.” I couldn't answer him. I didn't need to. A tentacle, thicker than the others nibbling along my flesh, or holding me down slid up along my cheek, pushing itself against my mouth then flattening out. Gagged. I tried not to feel relieved. I couldn't scream now. I couldn't endanger Ivy like that.
He pressed on, thicker and harder, more and more pressure, uncomfortable, then painful. I felt the ridge of his thumb, pressed up against the palm, a grating, tearing addition to everything else, and I screamed. “That's it. That's good. Give it all to me.” Then he was there, inside up me up to the wrist. I knew it would hurt, I knew it would do no good at all, but I fought. The tentacles held me down, kept me from tearing myself apart of Nicodemus's hand, and eventually I slumped, mind skittering around, touching different facts and sensations and then shying away. I reached for my magic, desperate, and found it sliding away from my touch. Not enough control. I couldn't wield it when I needed it the most.
My hips jerked, involuntary as the hand inside me moved, fingers rippling, opening and closing slightly, then twisting until they found that spot inside me. Lightning shot through me and then Nic touched it again, his hand curling inside me, clenching and he began to thrust his clenched fist inside of me in short, sharp movements. Just a little back and forth, but it was enough, rubbing against the over sensitive walls, against the spot that took my breath away, that made my body forget where we were and who was doing this, and I found myself hard again, like a goddamn teenager and then Nic's mouth was on me, swallowing my entire length in one move, his hand still buried deep inside and with a flick of the tongue, some pressure, I came, spilling into his mouth. He spit it out, splattering my stomach with a mix of my own come.
Nic flattened his fist out again inside of me, and slowly pulled out. I was boneless, weak, and it was easier to feel it slide out, the rough islands of his knuckles rubbing against my strained and abused flesh.
A rustle of quick movement and then Nic stood over me, still dressed but with his pants open just enough to pull out his own weeping cock. He focused on my face, not meeting my eyes, but coming as close as he could and jerked off. I squeezed my eyes shut right before he came, warm, sticky and salty across my face, until it was the only thing I could feel. My every breath carried the scent of Nicodemus's release.
Hands wrapped around my wrists, and when they pulled back I could feel a second pair of chains. I knew the feel. Thorn manacles. Nic leaned down and brushed the tip of one finger along the edge of my jaw line. When I opened my eyes, the tentacle that had been gagging me withdrew.
I heard movement and turned to look in the direction of Ivy and her cage.
It was empty. The greater circle, which had been up and running was gone. There was nothing there. My eyes flew to Nicodemus. He was smiling, like a shark smiles.
“We missed the Archive, back at the aquarium. Her dog is skilled. He took out Tessa's men and kept the Archive safe until the sign dropped.” I kicked at him. The tentacles had dissolved, once the thorn manacles were clamped on, but I was sluggish and slow and bleeding. I missed.
Nic grabbed me with one hand in my hair and the other on the chains. He yanked me up, pulled me over to one wall, next to a huddled form. When I could force my eyes to focus, I realized it was Marcone. He was tied to the wall with rope, one side of his face bloody, bruises visible on his face and scrapes on his hands. Nic took the trailing end of the rope that tied Marcone to the wall and tied it around my chains, leaving me curled up on the dirt beside Marcone's ripped and ruined pants leg.
“You boys play nice now.” He ruffled my hair and then slunk away into the shadows.
“Dresden? Dresden, are you-”
“Shut. Up.” I bit it out, and met his eyes. I knew he'd seen everything. If I hadn't known when I saw him staring with cold, burning hate at Nic, I'd have known when I saw the very human look in his eyes. I pressed myself up a little, half sitting against the wall, and in the dirt between us, I started to scratch out a message.