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Bridewell Prison: Connor gets stripped
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 06:02 am (UTC)(link)The prison guards (though, not the Warden?) are clearly on Templar payroll, as they just let the Templars give their own better accommodations, threaten other prisoners, and sneak around the halls in the middle of the night. I want a fic where they strip Connor down and change him into the gross, ill-fitting prison duds with Hickey watching creepily through the hole in the wall while it happens. Other stuff could happen too, it's up to you.
Re: Bridewell Prison: Connor gets stripped
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 06:56 am (UTC)(link)Fill 1/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
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"Miss me, sweet'art?"
Thomas Hickey's taunting voice broke the deafening silence in the prison. His comment was aimed at the young man slowly rising from the floor after being unceremoniously dumped onto it by the soldiers. Interestingly, the man only glared at the other, showing a surprising amount of restraint. Since after all, it was by Hickey's actions that led him into this unfortunate predicament.
"What? Got nothing else to say?" Hickey prodded, possibly hoping to get a stronger reaction from the silent assassin, who simply stood in the center of the room and maintained eye-contact defiantly.
The connection between the two broke when the Assassin's cell door opened suddenly, the same guards who restrained him previously all filtering in, then shutting the door abruptly. No words were spared as two of the four guards immediately grabbed the man and thrust him up against the cold, hard brick of the cell's wall.
Sensing a bout of entertainment, I made myself as comfortable as I was able to in the small room I resided in. Thankful for this arranged position I was given, allowed me to spy in on the Assassin's cell perfectly, and catching glimpses of Hickey ever so often in the cell across.
The guard's hand's darted to the Assassin's many leather straps and holsters which originally held his vast array of deadly weapons. Carelessly throwing the items over their shoulders, muttering something to one another so quietly that even with my trained senses couldn't quite catch their words. But it seemed to anger the Assassin thrice-fold, as he never ceased struggling, his arms held captive by two men whilst the others were still removing the straps.
Even though his face was being harshly pressed into the solid brick, and that he was clearly unable to loosen the strong hands clinging to him. The constant twitching of powerful muscles and the fierce expression of rebellion plastered onto his features gave him a sense of strength and near-dominance amongst the guards, almost as if he 'refused' to be beaten, to be 'broken'.
Although thoughts and fierce looks only take you so far when in prison, and as the gauntlet's were removed, containing the once-famous hidden blades of the Assassin's, the man seemed temporarily paralysed. To him, those particular tools were precious, and he flinched from the loud metallic sound they made as they collided somewhere in the background, another example of the jailor's blatant disrespect for a prisoner's belonging's, although I don't blame him.
Hickey seemed to notice the Assassin's brief apprehension, "Aw, don't worry princess, right now those are the least of your worries. It's not like you will be getting them back anyway..."
A small smirk reached my lips as I soon realised the reasoning behind Hickey's cocky remarks and quips. He was aiming to weaken the Assassin's resolve by just using his voice, while I assumed the guards were handling the more physical aspects. Though once again, the assassin remained quiet and kept his eyes trained on the far wall, possibly trying to imagine himself somewhere else, and failing.
He must have come to the realisation that he was now fully unarmed, besides his own limbs, although the guards were armed with blades and pistols so provoking more violence could be... harmful.
"Throw the savage to the floor, where he belongs." one of the guards bellowed. The Assassin was soon on his back, hood still tugged over the upper part of his face but I could still sense hesitation in the way his lip's parted slightly, breaths coming in short spurts. I wouldn't be surprised if that was him in his first stage of panic, when he begins to doubt his ability to escape. My hands pressed deeper into the wall as I leaned closer, the dark thoughts within me preached for a more blatant reaction from the young man, alas I was denied for the moment...
His chest heaved slightly, and his fingers tensed and gripped onto the rough terrain beneath him, it was clear that he disliked being in such close proximity to another human being. At this point, I was once again grateful for the private space I was granted, adjacent to the Assassin-no, Connor's cell, with a miniscule chance of being noticed, as the peep-hole was small and the room I was situated in was dimly lit.
The four guards stood around Connor, "What should we do with him?" Connor eyed the one who spoke warily, oh yes, the dark side of me was going to enjoy this. "Well, we're supposed to strip him down..." one of the men started, but was unable to finish.
"If I might make a suggestion, sirs?"
Connor immediately sent the most fierce glare that he could muster to the man in the next cell, who was casually leaning on the bars with a lazy smirk. "Out with it then."
The smile gradually grew wider on his face as he leant forward, "Think about this, you have this man to yourselves for the whole night, with no interruptions..." The guards bristled at this, clearly getting worked up on the idea. "...but who says you can't have a little fun in the meantime?"
"Shut it, Hickey." Connor snarled menacingly, his voice deep and as threatening as they come, though it fazed no one. He received a blow to the face for that. "No speaking unless instructed." came the curt reply from one of his captors. Hickey then added, "And let's see if you can't make him enjoy himself too, jus' for fit's and giggles." one of the men decided to take initiative, he quickly crouched, his gloved hand shooting down to the assassin's crotch, palming the bulge there with slow, circular movements. I groaned inwardly with slight pleasure, as the act took me by surprise, and I heard Hickey releasing a chuckle at the guard's forwardness.
Although Connor seemed outraged by this, to put it lightly, as he renewed his strength and attempted to rise, though was swiftly denied with a boot to the chest. He grunted through clenched teeth as the hand only gripped harder, the tell-tale look of anxiousness slowly appearing on his face as his eyebrows rose and his eyes widened.
His struggling limbs were all held down, as his violator started to apply more pressure, his other hand rubbing up and down Connor's shaking thigh. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you." the cocky guard chided, amused as the Assassin's head whipped up to face him, teeth bared-and was he growling?
It seemed that he wasn't willing to give up just yet, which is fine since I was slightly disappointed that his resolve was weaker than I first thought.
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-Runs back- Hmmm... I refuse to proof-read this, just to ease my conscience. Err, and shamefully I'm a bit foggy as to what should happen next, so I am open to any suggestions! Mainly referring to personal preferences and kinks :o
OP here
(Anonymous) 2012-12-16 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)as for kinks i am a really huge fan of dp and dirty talk, if that helps any
Re: OP here
(Anonymous) 2012-12-17 03:53 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill 1/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2012-12-17 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)Hickey you bastard, there's just something about you that I like
Re: Fill 1/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2012-12-27 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)As for kinks, well, non-con probably, as I can't really see Connor enjoying what is most likely going to be a gangbang (and Hickey watching him as well.)
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 >.>
Re: Fill 3/? - Bridewell Prison: Connor gets stripped
(Anonymous) 2013-02-08 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill 3/? - Bridewell Prison: Connor gets stripped
(Anonymous) 2013-02-16 08:21 am (UTC)(link)asd;lkfj;oijasdf That was so amazing! I really hope to see more!
I love you Connor, but I can't help but enjoy reading these fills. XD
Re: Fill 3/? - Bridewell Prison: Connor gets stripped
(Anonymous) 2013-02-16 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)But thank you so much fill anon! I love how Hickey is constantly giving the guards suggestions, much to Connor's annoyance. I also really like how naive Connor is throughout the ordeal, and that he really thought that the guards would stop if he apologized. And then he tries to think of happier thoughts. You poor baby...T_T
Looking forward to more!! I'm really loving the way you write the non-con. (Oh I sound terrible.)
Re: Fill 3/? - Bridewell Prison: Connor gets stripped
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 03:59 am (UTC)(link)Will the next part switch back to the POV of the mysterious figure? (Since Connor seems to be pressed right near him anyways.) Or maybe even to Hickey's? I'd love to see what's going through his head as well. Nothing good I'm guessing. lol
Whatever you decide, I eagerly look forward to it!
Re: Bridewell Prison: Connor gets stripped
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)Would love also if the guards made lewd comments while doing so. (Not like they didn't already, what with that "looking for a husband" remark.)
Re: Bridewell Prison: Connor gets stripped
(Anonymous) 2012-12-01 07:50 am (UTC)(link)Just like to let ya'll know...
(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)Sigh...
Anyway, now that I'm writing again, seems that I've gotten a little carried away, err sorry... more importantly the first part should be up soon. I just realised with cold dread that I forgot about Hickey being in the next cell, so I need to write him in *facepalm*
Sorry for all the words, I'm not a loony, I'm just happy
Fill 2/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-01-16 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)*Cough* But in all seriousness, anon is terribly sorry for neglecting this post! Anon has annoying procrastination issues...
The third part to this fic may be from Connor's perspective, (Poor dood...) is it considered sloppy writing to switch perspectives? Unless you prefer the way it is now, for the voyeur side of things XP
But anyway here's another! Hope you like...
Oh! And thanks for the comments and suggestions~! c: Now I'll leave you to it...
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The prison was eerily silent, save for the exciting breaths and pants emanating from the cell. It spared the Assassin little-to no dignity since it was extremely doubtful that other prisoner's weren't listening to the harsh treatment being undertaken. In fact, I would go as far to say that what was currently transpiring stood as entertainment for them, if the lewd wet sounds were anything to go by.
My head snapped back to the scene when I head a particularly loud gasp, and it wasn't from the guards nor Hickey. Though they were mostly at fault, what with the guard's hand rubbing vigorously against Connor's clothed privates. His movements had increased in speed and strength as it tore another barely-restrained moan from the assassin. I could see balls of sweat sliding down his tanned face, it was growing more difficult to resist.
Swallowing the saliva which had gathered in my mouth, my eyes darted downwards to discover the small tent forming beneath the thick and strong hand.
My mind suddenly drifted to how the young man must be feeling when he comes to realise a part of him is enjoying this act of violation.
"I 'fink he likes it, lads, stroke 'im a little 'arder..." of course Hickey had to comment, I almost forgot he was there, but he had to be, to make the boy feel worse.
This kind of talk seemed to spur on the guards, "Take off his clothes." one of them ordered gruffly, most likely the ringleader of the group.
Most interestingly, Connor reacted to the command and made to sway his hips out of the man's tight hold, and to pull his arms and legs free so he could take flight. But that wasn't possible now. The guards only renewed their vice-like grip on his muscled body, blurting comments about how savage-like he seemed with evident glee.
"Hear him growling, boys? Like the feral dog he is." Laughs echoed throughout the vicinity as the guards managed to finally keep him in place, by allocating their weight onto his limbs, which must have been most uncomfortable.
I scrutinised the young man's body as he arched his back, gritting out a long anguished groan of frustration. A part of me was glad that he was still determined to resist the ministrations of his captors. I watched for every tense of muscle, for when his fingers dug into his palms, and most especially for when he would bite his lip and screw his eyes shut. He was finding it even more difficult to resist.
"No!"
He growled when his shirt was ripped open with such force that buttons were sent flying, it signaled the guards impatience. My eyes widened at the tanned, muscled expanse of flesh, his body was most impressive. The guards must have had similar similar thoughts to mine since as soon as his chest and abdomen were revealed, a pair of mouths latched onto it. "No," Connor breathed desperately, "Stop this, I do not want this!"
It was Hickey's turn to exploit this plea, "Aw, sorry you feel that way, sweet'art, see now, these boys are gonna 'ave their way with you and there's nuthin' that you can do about it," Connor soon lurched up to growl intimidatingly at him, tugging against his violators, "So just be a good boy an' lay still for 'em as they do the in-and-out 'fing, okay?"
It was a tad amusing how crude Thomas could be, the effect his remarks were intending were leaving an astounding impression on Connor. Who never ceased struggling as his boots were pulled off and his breeches were shoved down, leaving only his small clothes, his identity as an Assassin removed.
"He's too loud." A guard stated, fixing his hold on Connor's quivering thigh. "Maybe if someone shoved down their-"
I tried to blank out the strong implication, perhaps this was too obscene for me, nevertheless I swallowed my anxiety and kept on watching.
"Nah, he'll probably chew it off, given the chance."
"Well perhaps we can soften him up first, gag him."
Although the man was stopped by enough as he reached for the remains of Connor's shirt. "No, leave him. I quite like the sounds." the others chuckled at that, "You dirty 'ol bastard!" the initial guard shrugged with indifference, "What? I like 'em loud, certainly you blokes have your own fantasies." another nodded at that, "Fine, bind his arms then, I'm sick of wasting my energy to hold him still."
Hums of agreement sounded and no matter how much vigor Connor's struggles held, they slowly waned, leaving enough time for rope to loop around his wrists into a more punishing hold.
With his arms held above his head, face unable to remain stoic as warm, wet pressures slavered all over his chest, circling around dark brown nipples. He released a shuddering breath and pulled at his restraints weakly as his arousal poked a rather obvious lump in his undergarment. Connor twitched violently when another mouth pressed to his inner thigh, slowly making it's way up, its owner urgently undoing his own trousers, pulling his manhood out and stroking. "Ew, why you doing that? He probably doesn't bathe very often." one of them leeched at the guard licking the Assassin's thigh. "He tastes... good, and barely got a hair on him, too."
I should leave by now, I really should, the worst is not yet to come but I must see, my mind is screaming at me... to stay.
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Yeah this may probably end up having a large dose of non-con, unless OP does not want, which is fine, it's your request fic after all.
And yes, I have a problem with writing certain names for a man's genitals, particularly the one starting with 'c' and ending with 'k', I just can't do it.
Sorry again if this chapter seems disappointing, I wasn't too happy with it... :/
Captcha: How many colours in the list yellow, black, leg, red and monkey?
Oh! Oh! It's monkey! It's monkey! xP
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-01-17 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)I don't think it's sloppy to switch perspectives between parts if that's what you want to do! I'd love to see anything! And non-con is definitely fine
Re: Fill 2/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-01-20 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill 2/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-01-30 08:18 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill 2/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-01-31 08:00 am (UTC)(link)and yes please to non-con, because I am a terrible person
Re: Fill 2/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-02-05 03:49 am (UTC)(link)Absolutely cannot wait for the next part! Eeeeee
FILL 3 POSTED - LOOK UNDER FILL 1
(Anonymous) 2013-02-16 08:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 3 POSTED - LOOK UNDER FILL 1
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 03:27 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 3 POSTED - LOOK UNDER FILL 1
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)But yes, I just wanna say that I've enjoyed the hell out of your fills so far! On the edge of my seat for the next update!
Fill 4/4 - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-03-13 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, and not sure if I mentioned before but thank you all for the positive comments, everyone's so nice around here! x) I only wished I could have finished this thing earlier.
P.O.V. switch! (again)
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I honestly didn't expect something of this nature to happen, beatings and name-calling, yes, but nothing like this...
For some reason my gut tightened at the sounds that spilled from his mouth, barely restrained groans of pain as that man he had impressively knocked out earlier man-handled him. The boy's face remained in a tight frown as he grew quiet again, possibly trying to regain some semblance of control. He almost did, and I was surprised that he hadn't already given up after the first round. As I was dwelling over this, something struck me, it almost felt as if I was rooting for Connor, hoping that he would maintain his solid wall of defiance, and remain unable to be knocked down.
My thoughts of his courage and endurance dispersed as I heard a low growl sound from Connor, a shallow smirk appeared on my lips as the soldier who still had a red mark on his forehead tried to breach the boy. Grunting with effort, Connor shut his eyes and squeezed his muscles especially tight, trying to prevent the obstruction from entering. The man cursed as he gripped Connor's hips tightly and tried again, failing as he rocked forward.
"Ey, wot's the hold-up?" Hickey spoke, the increasingly disgruntled guard fixed him with a glare. "He's too tight somehow, I can't get in!"
"Wot? 'ow is that possible? Skipper here managed it before." Hickey shot back, seemingly bored with the abrupt stop of tormenting Connor. When he received no answer, he looked to the guard who had one hand on himself, placed directly in front of Connor; and made a crude gesture with his hands and mouth, settling back down with a smirk as the idea resounded throughout the men.
Watching the boy now as his face was set in concentration, mouth slightly ajar as he breathed in and out at a level pace. A thumb and fore-finger shot down and caught the boy off-guard as he parted his lips and shoved his girth in hilt deep. His eyes shot open, concentration significantly broken as he tried to shuffle backwards, releasing a muffled cry of agony as he was impaled deeply from behind. His breath snagged in his throat, eyes unblinking as both men had their hips pushed forward as far as they could manage. My own eyes frowned at this, my stomach still having that sick twist in it as the men began their urgent thrusts.
They were ruthless, sparing no thought for the boy they were mercilessly pounding into, their breaths coming out harsh but expressions something along the lines of glee.
It made my heart turn cold.
Unable to remain silent, he groaned with every pull and push, his fingers clenching against the ground as he still tried to move away. But he couldn't, he was effectively trapped between the two as he was forcibly rocked back and forth. The men reaming him refused to slow their torturous movements, as their hands grasped onto dark skin in a tight, pain-inflicting grip, and every once in a while ridiculing the boy, as if they needed to make him feel worse.
I couldn't help but cringe at the treatment he was receiving, and wondered if it would still affect him deeply after it was done. There was a whole bout of saliva on the man's prick as he grabbed the messy tangle of locks and drove himself deeper, he earned a sick gagging sound in return. On the other end, there was the sight of more blood, and I finally had to move away and descend onto the chair behind me, I could no longer see.
But oh could I hear, Connor's tired grunts and groans of displeasure, the slick, slapping sound of skin rapidly meeting skin and lastly the wet pops of another violating his mouth. I wondered again if he would ever be the same after this. Or might he simply move on? I did not know.
There were suddenly uncontrolled moans of pleasure as there was a distinct pause of movement, signalling their end.
I was relieved, but I'm sure that Connor would be more so.
A body slumped to the ground as the men stood and righted their clothing, talking amongst themselves in hushed voices, surprisingly. "Yep, he's had enough, boys." I rose to see inside once more.
"Heh, look at 'is eyes! Looks totally buggered to me."
The man who once held his head high in rebellion, now lay in a sweaty heap, legs still spread with fluids running down them, hair cast over his face as eyes stared dolefully ahead. "We're gonna cut ya loose now, see if you have enough energy to dress yourself." there was a distinct cut of rope and a thud of rough rags called 'clothes' hitting the floor before the men chortled and turned to leave, slamming the cell door shut. As soon as it did, the boy's face dove into his arms, if the shuddering movements of his shoulders and hitched breaths were anything to go by...
"Aw, no need to spoil the sport, Connor, they was just having a bit of fun." chided Hickey, and displeased upon hearing no response from the boy muttered a 'suit yourself' before retiring to his cot. Connor remained where he was, his rapid breaths evening out before he grew quiet once more, seemingly uncaring that he was still naked.
I took this as my cue and left my hiding place, the area in front of Connor's cell was conveniently absent as I made quick work of the lock and swiftly entered.
He did not attempt to move when I entered, his head still buried in his arms.
He was exhausted.
Not wanting to expose my identity just yet, I removed a sash from my coat and planted my knee between his shoulder blades as I knelt down. "No, no more." he sighed as he began to writhe underneath me weakly. I rested a palm on the back of his head and rubbed it soothingly, but it only helped in unsettling him even more. Not wanting to waste anymore time I wrapped the cloth around his eyes, to prevent him seeing, only for now. I then inspected him, and it was only when I chanced a look downwards was when I realised how brutal the rape had truly been.
I could not do anything about the dried patches of blood but I could assist in another way... Grabbing the 'clothes' that had been left by the guards I expected Connor to start moving, to possibly attack, but there was nothing. Frowning slightly I moved behind him and grasped his ankles, beginning to dress him, only hearing quiet mumbling, presumably the sound of protests. As I pulled the material past his knees, I meant to grasp at his hips in order to lift him but he suddenly skirted forward, his back still turned towards me. I saw the hand imprints and realised my mistake, smoothing a hand up and down his back, which was now shivering, I quickly pulled the waistband over his hips.
I reluctantly sat down, this felt rather silly, a grown man helping another grown man dress? Preposterous.
Willing away my reluctance I grabbed his arms and pulled him into an awkward embrace, his head falling back against my shoulder as I gained a plethora of unclean scents. After some twisting and turning, with close to nothing help from Connor's end I managed to pull the rough shirt over his form. He was lightly dozing by the end of it, and I decided to help him one last time. Some quiet curses and much of my energy depleted-goddamnit he was heavy! All of that muscle and he was not a very short man...
I left him on his side facing the wall as I removed the sash and backed away, taking one last glance at the prone form before backing away.
Hm, perhaps I will attend the execution tomorrow.
After all, he is my son.
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Guess who get's the award for crappiest surprise ending? ME! *bows* I was actually holding onto that idea that it was Haytham who was watching for the whole story *shakes head* and was gonna throw some bad stuff in there but I just played the sequence in AC3 when things don't quite work out between Connor and Haytham and... and they fight... /why does my heart, feel so bad? And yeah wanted to put Caring Papa!Haytham!!!
I know that last part of him changing Connor felt unnecessary, but this IS a kink meme, right? God, I'm tired...
Re: Fill 4/4 - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
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