A part of me reckons I should not have started this... so sorry for the incredibly long wait! Here, have some writing stuffs of Connor being molested! >.< Warning: non-con and rape scene ahead, but you probably already expected that.
Their unrelenting eyes never ceased as they bore into my own, full of mirth and ill intent. Their hands, calloused and rough, never grew slack or gentle as they touched and grabbed at my body. Was this a method of torture? Because if it was, I was never taught on how to defend myself against it. Achilles taught me many things in the ways of the mind and combat, but not this... this act of violation, I am at a loss on what to do.
I suddenly flinched as the man behind me sat on my hands, most likely so he could feel and touch too. And he did, his thick fingers ran down my chest and over my abdomen, leaving red marks in their wake. I heaved and uttered a curse which I knew they would not understand, and this in a way comforted me. I could speak anything in the language of my people and they would not be able to understand a word.
Without the use of my clothes, the cold bite of the atmosphere had taken hold, and it seemed that even under their ministrations, it wasn't enough to keep me warm, I started to shiver.
Small wonder that they noticed this, and probably saw the trace of goose-bumps along my skin. "Looks like he's getting cold, boys. Better get a move-on and warm him up."
The one in charge that had spoke leaned and closed in on me, his face growing closer to mine. I swallowed, clearly showing my confusion and anxiety as a gloved hand rested against my cheek. He licked his lips, and I could feel and smell his vile breath as I realised his intention. So I drew my head back...
...and smashed it into his. Hard.
With a burst of red he was flung back by the force and I smirked in triumph, a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. It was short lived however as the three guards who remained conscious turned their heated glares towards me. "You're gonna pay for that, you mongrel!"
In a fit of rage, one of them swung a fist and I had no choice but to accept it. I must have hit him rather hard, for all I saw as I recovered from the blow were the muddied tips of his boots. "Not a smart move, Connor." Thomas inquired, "You've really done it now..." with mock sympathy he pulled a face and I merely stared back with a look of defiance.
Our connection was broken, "Quick, flip 'im over, we'll teach this savage a lesson."
I couldn't stop as I exhaled sharply when those vicious hands grabbed and turned me onto my stomach, the man in front pulling my bounded wrists forward and shoving my head into the cold, tiled ground. A small whimper escaped my lips as I froze up at the severity of how freezing the stones were against my skin. The hand crushing my head into the floor soon grabbed a large hand-full of hair as my vision was suddenly jerked upwards. "Now listen here," a gruff voice spoke into my ear, his breath being too hot, I kept my gaze straight ahead. "You are going to apologise, and it had best sound believable."
I managed to swallow down the tightness pounding in my throat, "And if I don't?" Good, it had sounded steady.
He let out a chortle, his lips slightly pressing against my ear as he sharply inhaled through his nose. "Then I will screw you senseless, boy. Now let's hear it." Out of the corner of my eye I could see Hickey watching intently, I would admit that among other things, his dark gaze burning into me was inescapable, it vexed me greatly.
Although, perhaps I DID have a choice, if I made an honest sounding apology, these men would leave me alone, and take their cruel acts with them to another, as bad as it sounded. That was a plan for now, lacking detail but I really need to leave this place, as soon as possible.
The tightness in my chest never faltered as it proved near impossible to lay my guard down, and submit to this... monster.
"I'm sorry." the words sounded strange to my ears, though I had still said them, and it made my heart sink. There was silence for a time, until Hickey's inglourious laughter cut through it like a knife. "You really place too much faith in the hearts of men, just get on with it will ya? I wanted to see a show!"
"Well, you heard the man." The guard next to my head let out a harsh laugh and immediately took my ear into his mouth and I writhed, the beginning of a plea threatening to spill, but I held fast, I wouldn't be defeated so easily, I couldn't.
Damn him, damn him and his cruel ways, where was the honour in abusing a man who was already beaten and at the mercy of others?
I bristled at my own thoughts, there was still time, and I still had a chance to fight back, didn't I...?
Teeth bit and a slimy tongue licked my ear until it felt sore, my teeth remained tightly shut and my eyes eventually closed as my forehead came to rest upon the prison floor. This was all unique and alien to me, in my culture it was considered rude and offensive to touch another stranger as intimately such as now. It filled my gut with disgust and a burning sense of rage, that these men had no regard for that, they were simply running on one base desire.
My head whipped back over my shoulder as best it could as I felt a finger slip under my remaining piece of clothing, and began to tug it down. I let out a growl as I twisted and turned, trying to loosen the tight grip the rope had on my wrists. "Ah, stop your squirming! We're getting what we want one way or another!" The leather undergarment was pulled down my legs and off completely and I couldn't help but release a pitiful groan. Slowly, as time crawled by, my resistance was failing, growing more pliant to these men.
Perhaps I thought since one of the guards were resting in the corner that I might have been able to overcome the rest, that was not the case.
My eyes shot open as hands raked down my rump, I couldn't move, my heart was pounding, surely he would not...
A wet finger wormed it's way between my cheeks and I jerked, my muscles tightening but my efforts were fruitless. I finally felt my eyes grow wet as I felt another finger being forced in. The burn was hot and unbearable, and I started to tremble, I had never been touched there-
The guards all shifted, and I noticed to my horror that they had all pushed their trousers down, all hiding nothing. One that was pushing me down by the shoulders had started pleasuring himself right beside my head, so I could not block out the wet sounds he made. I shuddered at the crude remarks and leers they threw at me, as I tried to clamp my thighs together, to force out this intrusion. I soon realised this made the man get even more determined, as he managed to part and settle in-between them. "You're lucky that I'm even thinking of preparing ya." he shot at me, diving his face into my neck and biting down, at the same time he had drove his fingers deeper inside of me. I tried to pull my head out of reach, but to no avail, the other two had placed their holds on my hands and shoulders, relentlessly forcing me into the ground, it only drained my energy if I attempted to get up.
My lower body jerked as those intrusive digits were removed, beginning to be replaced with something even more intimidating. "Please, please don't." I couldn't stop it. My face twisted in anguish as I was brought to remember myself as a child, small and helpless, and once again I find myself in the hands of ruthless men.
"Connor, the brave Assassin resorted to begging? Never thought I'd see the day."
Hickey's voice stabbed right into my heart that I couldn't reply, with a low moan of agony I lowered my head to the ground again, falling limp as I felt all of the unbearable pain as the man forced himself into me. His hands came to grasp tightly at my hips, his breaths resounding harshly into my ear as he started to rock, ever so slowly. With each movement it seemed a part of me was flitting away, I could not imagine myself escaping this situation. It made me feel even more sick as I felt my unwanted, growing arousal dragging across the ground with each thrust.
For a moment, I managed to close my eyes and block out all the comments and excited breaths. My hands weren't tied with rope or covered with scratches. And I was not naked, but dressed in my former clothes made mostly out of deerskin and animal hides. Most of all, I was not trapped in Bridewell Prison, but running through the forest besides my dear friend, Kanen'tó:kon. Although running 'beside' him was not very accurate, he would throw curses at me from behind as he attempted to catch up with me, but it would all be in jest, I was happy-
My calming thoughts were taken away as I was forced forward by a hard thrust, my rear contained the most distinct amount of pain as I felt a hot rod enter and pull back at an alarming rate. My stomach, knees and thighs scraped across the ground causing a harsh friction to occur.
It was only then when the man had eventually finished in me with a piercing groan I would never forget, that the tears that had welled up eventually spilled down my heated cheeks. He pulled out quickly, forcing a pathetic whimper to leak from my lips. To my surprise, the guard who had been touching himself wove his fingers into my hair and held my face towards him. I couldn't explain to any human being what happened next, only that I had barely enough warning to close my eyes and mouth as warm ropes of liquid slapped onto my face. I weakly tried to tug my head away but the animal wasn't done yet. Half of my face was covered by the time he had finished, I felt like throwing up just to spite them, but thought against it. I didn't dare open my eyes, I knew that they were all staring at me, taking in my current state. My heart clenched at the thought of my enemy scrutinising me, I wanted nothing more at that very moment to snatch a guard's pistol and end him.
"I see you already went through without me, thanks a lot." the ring leader uttered as he rose from the corner, hand pressed to his forehead. "Sorry boss, you were out so we decided to soften him up for you."
While they were talking, I attempted to rise, feeling something unwelcome spilling out and running down my thighs, followed with a significant stretch of pain, I fell limp again.
"Yeah well, let's see if that worked, shall we?" he leaned down and turned me over, I merely stared at the wall with indifference. He must have liked seeing the white fluid on my face, he casually licked up my cheek, I quickly inhaled, not being able to do much else. He pulled back slightly before humming with satisfaction and pressing his lips to mine. I only stared with wide eyes at the ceiling, his tight grip in my hair keeping me in place. His stubble was itchy as it moved against my chin, his warm weight as it settled on my chest did not feel as bad as before. He managed to worm his tongue inside and I was afraid of what he might do if I rejected it. Fear, I had not felt it in a while, my resolve is breaking, I need to get out of here.
Suddenly his grip slid down to my neck and blocked my airway, "Nice little stunt you pulled before," he spat in anger, saliva hitting me, "I'm going to punish you thrice-fold for that!" he pulled my upwards by the neck and slammed me down again. I grunted as my head cracked against stone, I was not given much time to recover as I was picked up and shoved face-first into the wall opposite Hickey's cell. "If you want to fight like a brute, then I'll take you like one!" My vision remained blurred from the blows as it made it difficult to see. There was a small opening besides me, it was dark inside but... was there someone there? I could have sworn that I saw someone, a dark figure...
I wasn't given much time to dwell over this as multiple punched were thrown to my sides and I landed on the floor once again as they all gathered around me. I groaned as I was mounted, my body protesting and literally feeling new bruises blossoming on my skin.
The leader sat on my legs and I managed to pull myself onto my elbows, my eyes slightly widened at the large body part poised in front of me, I stared up at the man with blatant fear slashed upon my features.
"Please, no more..."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- :'( Ah sorry if this may be too much, I had to pause when writing this a couple of times... aha... there's no way I'm proof-reading this >.>
Fill 3/? - Bridewell Prison: Connor gets stripped
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Their unrelenting eyes never ceased as they bore into my own, full of mirth and ill intent. Their hands, calloused and rough, never grew slack or gentle as they touched and grabbed at my body. Was this a method of torture? Because if it was, I was never taught on how to defend myself against it. Achilles taught me many things in the ways of the mind and combat, but not this... this act of violation, I am at a loss on what to do.
I suddenly flinched as the man behind me sat on my hands, most likely so he could feel and touch too. And he did, his thick fingers ran down my chest and over my abdomen, leaving red marks in their wake. I heaved and uttered a curse which I knew they would not understand, and this in a way comforted me. I could speak anything in the language of my people and they would not be able to understand a word.
Without the use of my clothes, the cold bite of the atmosphere had taken hold, and it seemed that even under their ministrations, it wasn't enough to keep me warm, I started to shiver.
Small wonder that they noticed this, and probably saw the trace of goose-bumps along my skin. "Looks like he's getting cold, boys. Better get a move-on and warm him up."
The one in charge that had spoke leaned and closed in on me, his face growing closer to mine. I swallowed, clearly showing my confusion and anxiety as a gloved hand rested against my cheek. He licked his lips, and I could feel and smell his vile breath as I realised his intention. So I drew my head back...
...and smashed it into his. Hard.
With a burst of red he was flung back by the force and I smirked in triumph, a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. It was short lived however as the three guards who remained conscious turned their heated glares towards me. "You're gonna pay for that, you mongrel!"
In a fit of rage, one of them swung a fist and I had no choice but to accept it. I must have hit him rather hard, for all I saw as I recovered from the blow were the muddied tips of his boots. "Not a smart move, Connor." Thomas inquired, "You've really done it now..." with mock sympathy he pulled a face and I merely stared back with a look of defiance.
Our connection was broken, "Quick, flip 'im over, we'll teach this savage a lesson."
I couldn't stop as I exhaled sharply when those vicious hands grabbed and turned me onto my stomach, the man in front pulling my bounded wrists forward and shoving my head into the cold, tiled ground. A small whimper escaped my lips as I froze up at the severity of how freezing the stones were against my skin. The hand crushing my head into the floor soon grabbed a large hand-full of hair as my vision was suddenly jerked upwards. "Now listen here," a gruff voice spoke into my ear, his breath being too hot, I kept my gaze straight ahead. "You are going to apologise, and it had best sound believable."
I managed to swallow down the tightness pounding in my throat, "And if I don't?" Good, it had sounded steady.
He let out a chortle, his lips slightly pressing against my ear as he sharply inhaled through his nose. "Then I will screw you senseless, boy. Now let's hear it." Out of the corner of my eye I could see Hickey watching intently, I would admit that among other things, his dark gaze burning into me was inescapable, it vexed me greatly.
Although, perhaps I DID have a choice, if I made an honest sounding apology, these men would leave me alone, and take their cruel acts with them to another, as bad as it sounded. That was a plan for now, lacking detail but I really need to leave this place, as soon as possible.
The tightness in my chest never faltered as it proved near impossible to lay my guard down, and submit to this... monster.
"I'm sorry." the words sounded strange to my ears, though I had still said them, and it made my heart sink. There was silence for a time, until Hickey's inglourious laughter cut through it like a knife. "You really place too much faith in the hearts of men, just get on with it will ya? I wanted to see a show!"
"Well, you heard the man." The guard next to my head let out a harsh laugh and immediately took my ear into his mouth and I writhed, the beginning of a plea threatening to spill, but I held fast, I wouldn't be defeated so easily, I couldn't.
Damn him, damn him and his cruel ways, where was the honour in abusing a man who was already beaten and at the mercy of others?
I bristled at my own thoughts, there was still time, and I still had a chance to fight back, didn't I...?
Teeth bit and a slimy tongue licked my ear until it felt sore, my teeth remained tightly shut and my eyes eventually closed as my forehead came to rest upon the prison floor. This was all unique and alien to me, in my culture it was considered rude and offensive to touch another stranger as intimately such as now. It filled my gut with disgust and a burning sense of rage, that these men had no regard for that, they were simply running on one base desire.
My head whipped back over my shoulder as best it could as I felt a finger slip under my remaining piece of clothing, and began to tug it down. I let out a growl as I twisted and turned, trying to loosen the tight grip the rope had on my wrists. "Ah, stop your squirming! We're getting what we want one way or another!" The leather undergarment was pulled down my legs and off completely and I couldn't help but release a pitiful groan. Slowly, as time crawled by, my resistance was failing, growing more pliant to these men.
Perhaps I thought since one of the guards were resting in the corner that I might have been able to overcome the rest, that was not the case.
My eyes shot open as hands raked down my rump, I couldn't move, my heart was pounding, surely he would not...
A wet finger wormed it's way between my cheeks and I jerked, my muscles tightening but my efforts were fruitless. I finally felt my eyes grow wet as I felt another finger being forced in. The burn was hot and unbearable, and I started to tremble, I had never been touched there-
The guards all shifted, and I noticed to my horror that they had all pushed their trousers down, all hiding nothing. One that was pushing me down by the shoulders had started pleasuring himself right beside my head, so I could not block out the wet sounds he made. I shuddered at the crude remarks and leers they threw at me, as I tried to clamp my thighs together, to force out this intrusion. I soon realised this made the man get even more determined, as he managed to part and settle in-between them. "You're lucky that I'm even thinking of preparing ya." he shot at me, diving his face into my neck and biting down, at the same time he had drove his fingers deeper inside of me. I tried to pull my head out of reach, but to no avail, the other two had placed their holds on my hands and shoulders, relentlessly forcing me into the ground, it only drained my energy if I attempted to get up.
My lower body jerked as those intrusive digits were removed, beginning to be replaced with something even more intimidating. "Please, please don't." I couldn't stop it. My face twisted in anguish as I was brought to remember myself as a child, small and helpless, and once again I find myself in the hands of ruthless men.
"Connor, the brave Assassin resorted to begging? Never thought I'd see the day."
Hickey's voice stabbed right into my heart that I couldn't reply, with a low moan of agony I lowered my head to the ground again, falling limp as I felt all of the unbearable pain as the man forced himself into me. His hands came to grasp tightly at my hips, his breaths resounding harshly into my ear as he started to rock, ever so slowly. With each movement it seemed a part of me was flitting away, I could not imagine myself escaping this situation. It made me feel even more sick as I felt my unwanted, growing arousal dragging across the ground with each thrust.
For a moment, I managed to close my eyes and block out all the comments and excited breaths. My hands weren't tied with rope or covered with scratches. And I was not naked, but dressed in my former clothes made mostly out of deerskin and animal hides. Most of all, I was not trapped in Bridewell Prison, but running through the forest besides my dear friend, Kanen'tó:kon. Although running 'beside' him was not very accurate, he would throw curses at me from behind as he attempted to catch up with me, but it would all be in jest, I was happy-
My calming thoughts were taken away as I was forced forward by a hard thrust, my rear contained the most distinct amount of pain as I felt a hot rod enter and pull back at an alarming rate. My stomach, knees and thighs scraped across the ground causing a harsh friction to occur.
It was only then when the man had eventually finished in me with a piercing groan I would never forget, that the tears that had welled up eventually spilled down my heated cheeks. He pulled out quickly, forcing a pathetic whimper to leak from my lips. To my surprise, the guard who had been touching himself wove his fingers into my hair and held my face towards him. I couldn't explain to any human being what happened next, only that I had barely enough warning to close my eyes and mouth as warm ropes of liquid slapped onto my face. I weakly tried to tug my head away but the animal wasn't done yet. Half of my face was covered by the time he had finished, I felt like throwing up just to spite them, but thought against it. I didn't dare open my eyes, I knew that they were all staring at me, taking in my current state. My heart clenched at the thought of my enemy scrutinising me, I wanted nothing more at that very moment to snatch a guard's pistol and end him.
"I see you already went through without me, thanks a lot." the ring leader uttered as he rose from the corner, hand pressed to his forehead. "Sorry boss, you were out so we decided to soften him up for you."
While they were talking, I attempted to rise, feeling something unwelcome spilling out and running down my thighs, followed with a significant stretch of pain, I fell limp again.
"Yeah well, let's see if that worked, shall we?" he leaned down and turned me over, I merely stared at the wall with indifference. He must have liked seeing the white fluid on my face, he casually licked up my cheek, I quickly inhaled, not being able to do much else. He pulled back slightly before humming with satisfaction and pressing his lips to mine. I only stared with wide eyes at the ceiling, his tight grip in my hair keeping me in place. His stubble was itchy as it moved against my chin, his warm weight as it settled on my chest did not feel as bad as before. He managed to worm his tongue inside and I was afraid of what he might do if I rejected it. Fear, I had not felt it in a while, my resolve is breaking, I need to get out of here.
Suddenly his grip slid down to my neck and blocked my airway, "Nice little stunt you pulled before," he spat in anger, saliva hitting me, "I'm going to punish you thrice-fold for that!" he pulled my upwards by the neck and slammed me down again. I grunted as my head cracked against stone, I was not given much time to recover as I was picked up and shoved face-first into the wall opposite Hickey's cell. "If you want to fight like a brute, then I'll take you like one!" My vision remained blurred from the blows as it made it difficult to see. There was a small opening besides me, it was dark inside but... was there someone there? I could have sworn that I saw someone, a dark figure...
I wasn't given much time to dwell over this as multiple punched were thrown to my sides and I landed on the floor once again as they all gathered around me. I groaned as I was mounted, my body protesting and literally feeling new bruises blossoming on my skin.
The leader sat on my legs and I managed to pull myself onto my elbows, my eyes slightly widened at the large body part poised in front of me, I stared up at the man with blatant fear slashed upon my features.
"Please, no more..."
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:'( Ah sorry if this may be too much, I had to pause when writing this a couple of times... aha... there's no way I'm proof-reading this >.>