Take Me Away

Chapter summary: Shandaar is now in the hands of the faction, and they don’t want him any good at all.

Author’s Notes: This one took me a long time to write, maybe 2 weeks or so, because I have heavy rape scenes and my mother was here. It’s writing with her around… well it’s hard writing with anyone around. Or almost anyone. I hope next won’t take me as long as that ^^;.


Take Me Away
Chapter 18 – Doll


“Well look who’s waking up. Good evening, princey.”

Shandaar opened his eyes, but closed them right away. Whether they were wide open or shut tight, he couldn’t see a thing. When he tried to roll on his left side in a more natural position, he was stopped in his movement… by shackles. The noise the chains made forced him to open his eyes again in a silent expression of astonishment, giving those chains a tug or two to first, making sure he was really bound by them, or try to break them.

This time, hands wound up on his body, pinning him to the mattress. That’s where he realized he was only in his underwear, for he could feel the man’s skin on his as he got on top of him, straddling his waist to maintain him in the position. The man’s grip was strong, squeezing his arms, but the trick worked; the prince had stopped moving again. Instead he moaned at the pain in his forearms, grasping the pillow under his hands. If only his feet weren’t shackled as well, he’d have sent the male flying. Being straddled by a stranger was one of the last things he wanted to happen.

“Scared aren’t you? I don’t blame you. Because I hold your life in my hands, princey.”

The voice wasn’t familiar. Only one other man had called him “princey” and it had been his rapist. So they knew each other… they simply had to, in order to use this nickname. Was Radwan in this place, or even worse, in the room?

He could feel the hands moving on his arms as if caressing the soft skin, then lowered on his torso. Fear struck the silver-haired male when his underwear were torn apart, revealing the pale body in all its glory… if there was glory to a rape. Chuckles escaped from the older man’s mouth, his hands exploring the body beneath him with anticipation. He had been waiting for this a long time, the day he could finally have the power over the royal members, especially Shandaar. This being was so mysterious in his eyes. Such a body concealed so much power. Maybe they could even use that power to their advantage. It wasn’t all about the power, but it played a big role in the way he saw it all.

After getting off from the body and turning him to his stomach using brute strength, he mounted the heir again, grinning at the face Shandaar was surely making; a mix of pain, worry, hate, guilt and fear. If picturing his hostage in such a position was more than enough to get him hard, having him –there- right on the spot was orgasmic and he had only removed his clothes and climbed on top of him.

Emerald green eyes stared at the youth beneath him, pondering on the features presented to him. Strands of silky silver hair were scattered on the pillow, muscles lined his back perfectly and his buttocks were firm, as well as his legs in general. Too bad he couldn’t see those nice abs anymore… How could someone not flinch in front of this sight? He just wanted to defile that body and make him his, claim it as his own slave. It wasn’t love, just desire, unrequited lust. There was no way the prince would stop loving that adventurer brat, but if he could only get him to submit long enough, it would eventually pay off.

“You like it hard eh? I know you do ‘cause I heard you in that inn, you and your boyfriend. Would you like me to ram in your tight ass like he does normally? Would it make you hard? I bet it would.” He couldn’t see his reaction, yet could picture perfectly. Shandaar’s eyes were closed, frowning sadly, on the verge of tears. He wanted to grab his hair and force him to look, but from his current position, he’d wind up pulling too hard and breaking the man’s neck; not a good thing since they wanted to keep him alive.

Unable to resist longer, the red-haired man unbuckled the belt he wore, dropping his pants to his knees. Then he positioned himself so his dick was right before the opening, and pushed in right away. For a moment he stood like this, his hands running on the pale skin below him, noticing how he was covering him almost perfectly. He wasn’t as tight as expected, mainly because he was a rather active bottom, but it still felt good to be surrounded by that warm muscle. He could feel the prince’s breathing picking up after a bone-chilling scream that resonated throughout the room. So far, this was fun.

Being bound by chains and having this man on top of him was something very bothersome. The penetration was hurting him. Bad. Without preparation, such a thing was possible, but without pain, no. After going through it once, a second time was even more painful, as everything came back in his memories. For a short moment, he saw his body crushed against the white wall under the weight of another man else than his lover. The pain was blinding, and the vision was cut, thankfully.

He began to toss and turn around under his assailant, hoping that he’d understand that he never requested to be in this position. As he tried to push him off, he groaned and growled, even screamed, but to no avail. He felt the cock within him withdraw, and wiggled even more before it was pushed back in. He continued to toss, shaking his arms and legs around, refusing to submit. This time, if he got hard, he could call himself a masochist. It was painful because of the lack of preparation, and knowing someone was raping him again was unbearable.

Noticing how the prince was getting stronger, the rapist let a “FUCK!” out and called for someone else to help him keep his new toy in place. “Radwan! Get your ass here!”

The name was awfully familiar. Radwan Jayser…. That meant the guy he was with was part of the same team as his previous abuser…

The faction. He was with the faction.

Desperate, he struggled even more before light came in the room. He couldn’t see much more due to his position, but he felt two powerful arms pin him down roughly on the bed, as he was pounded in again by the other man. It was hurting, not only physically. It was like he was going through what had happened with Radwan weeks ago, the same feelings of guilt as he felt his cock hardening, those hands running on his back and moving to his ass. With Kieran he’d have loved it and would have asked for more, but considering the circumstances, it was completely different. “Get your hands off me!” he shouted, feeling the hands on his arms squeezing harder. As much as he wanted to break down and cry, he couldn’t, refusing the men’s authority and power over him.

But it came anyways. The one above him slammed inside again, making him cringe and scream again. It was far from being over. The redhead rammed mercilessly, not caring for the hostage’s well-being. He wanted to show the power he had over him, no matter the cost, as long as it wasn’t death. Rape was a form of mind torture to him. Maybe it worked even better than physical pain. How Shandaar hated the fact he was being fucked by someone who wasn’t his boyfriend. Even worse, it was against his will… which was the deal with a “rape”.

It felt so warm and good with the younger man, something else than the fact he was overpowering someone he was taught to fear. It was a real catharsis to Kordell. After having done such a thing, he could do whatever he wanted. He felt like it. And it wasn’t a pretty boy’s cries and sobs that would change it. “Cry all you want, princey. You’re not leaving this place. We’re not letting you go. You feel so good… mmmm… “ the leader stated, closing his eyes to focus on the sensations that overcame his own body. Such a game to him, such a cute youth beneath him, such a powerful position; he thrived off it.

Again and again, the red-headed leader rammed into his prey, his fingers running on the sides, the back and the hair. How could a man so perfect like the prince be so perverted and innocent at the same time, plus possessing such a power? Not that he was very aware of it, and that could be used to his advantage or on the other hand, it could kill him. What if Shandaar decided that he had enough and snapped, killing them all? That would be pointless. But he doesn’t care and continues the act, smirking widely.

The heir to the throne shivered as he was being raped. His eyes closed, he tried to change his mind, but it was so hard… he could only feel the hands on his arms, and the cock inside him. The worse is that even though if it was painful and was done without his consent by someone he didn’t even know, it was bordering on pleasure. Once again, he felt guilty. As much as he wanted to tell himself he was aroused because this was sex, pure sex, he couldn’t only focus on this. Picturing Kieran being at Kordell’s place didn’t ease his mind at all; it was simply making him worse.

Red hair touched his shoulders as he felt the man shifting positions to completely lie over him, still thrusting in his entrance, moaning and groaning constantly. An image of the bloody and unconscious youth flashed in his head, fuelling him into ramming harder than before. That would mean making him suffer. Just because he came from royalty? Maybe. The man was a sweetheart, thought of his lover and friends before himself, and apparently had a good reputation amongst others. But there was always that idea that he was being too passive, just like his parents. In a few years, this country would end up in a total mess. He felt like he had to stop, since no one almost cared.

However, he didn’t care wherever he went with Shandaar. He’d probably kill the youth when he’d be on throne, but for now, a sex slave would do well. Maybe a punching bag too. Good looks like those weren’t made to last forever, but while he was alive, he could take advantage of it. He still had to admit the guy looked good enough eat.

After more thrusts, the faction leader finally reached release, sending his seeds down the man’s body, feeling his muscles relaxing after the climax. He would have kept on, but in his state, he needed a quick rest before doing it again. And he wasn’t even off the prince when Radwan already had an idea…

The blue-haired spearman had gotten on the bed, at Shandaar’s head, and had roughly grabbed him by the hair. “My turn to have fun with you. Suck me off” he ordered, tugging more on the silver strands. He felt no remorse whatsoever at the sight of the prince’s sad face, tears running down the cheeks. “Come on….” He had to tug once more, yet paid attention not to yank the hair off his head, in order to get his mouth open and being able to insert his newly exposed cock.

There was no choice as if to suck or not. It was that or dying, as he could see, so he accepted it – forced was the real word though. It was painful, maybe even more painful than the penetration he undergone a few moments ago. This was much more personal than getting penetrated to him; kisses topped the list. His head was pushed and pulled on the member. He wouldn’t do it by himself. The prince wanted to gag, bite hard or to push the man away. He knew he would be punished for that… as if being raped wasn’t a punishment enough.

Once again, Radwan found warmth with the Kadessan prince. The mouth glided on his shaft without problems; no teeth, just those nice and soft pink lips. Nothing of the young man would be wasted. He’d have him giving them more fellatio, bending to their wills… he’d make him miserable. Miserable as he had never been before; his days would be like hell, but there would be no way he could escape it before dying. And so he kept on forcing the head to bob on his cock, smirking as he did so. It was too great.

Kordell, on the other hand, had gotten off Shandaar and was keeling beside the bed, thinking about going in a second time. That or fucking Radwan. He would have loved to see the look man’s face as he felt fingers slowly creeping on his lower back. He chuckled at the idea and instead grabbed his cock, grinning at the sight. The prince sucking one of his enemies off... it was simply great. “You’re a pro, yet you look so damn innocent. That boyfriend of yours sure taught you well.” Upon hearing those words, he saw the guy choke on the shaft, but the spearman maintained the head at the same place.

“Breathe, pretty boy. Don’t die on us now. We need you. Such a good slut-” The blue-haired man stopped in mid-sentence, feeling something in his entrance. A finger. As he turned his head toward his leader, he stopped making the younger guy to suck for a second, letting him take a deep breath, before getting used to the digit in his ass. It had happened once or twice he had been topped. The finger moved inside, touching the walls, going further and further. This way he wouldn’t last much longer.

Being rammed in his mouth was probably one of the things he hated; Kieran had never been like that to him. The adventurer was so sweet and nice, while both Kordell and Radwan appeared so cold and careless towards him. He felt like a toy in their hands, a mere sexual doll. A doll in shades of pale beige, almost white and silver, with big blue eyes that were shining with tears. That’s what he was reduced to. Him, a prince, a human being, playing the role of a toy. It sickened him to no end and because of this, he felt like he was going to throw up. That penis inside of him… the feeling of the other man’s skin… if only it was Kieran. If only… but it wasn’t.

Feeling his release coming, he clung to the hair below him. A muffled groan was heard from Shandaar. It must have been hurting him, but the spearman didn’t even bother to check. He kept on making the prince’s head go back and forth on his erection, at one point he probably got the youth to be dizzy and in need of air. It wasn’t like he cared either. He wanted to reach climax and spill himself into that warm mouth, with those eyes looking at him… and that’s what he did. As he ejaculated, he grinned and moaned loudly, his golden eyes locked on that pretty face. Once he was done, he let go of the silver strands and took a deep breath, looking at his boss.

“Let him recover. We’ll come back and do it all over again soon” Kordell stated, bringing his pants up again and buckling the belt as he headed toward the wooden door. “You’ve been a good boy. You’ll get rewarded for this. Maybe next time we won’t be as hard with you.”

The blue-haired man did the same as his leader, and eventually left, muttering a “Yeah sure” as he closed the door behind him. There was a clicking noise, then… nothing.

Alone in the dark, the prince opened his eyes. Once again, he couldn’t see anything. The two men had gone back with the candle that was used to create a dim light. They also had forgotten to untie him and give him blankets. Okay, maybe not forgotten, considering who they were. Shandaar tried his best not to sob out loud, refusing to let himself run over by his emotions. All of this in vain. He wanted to curl up in foetal position and cry but couldn’t even move, and the room was getting colder. With no way of warming up, how would he survive? Through more sex and rape? Was he ready to pay this price?

Tears fell down his cheeks and he started to shake, the shock hitting him, finally. Throughout the while intercourse he held back his screams… and moans of pleasure. Sex was sex, even when forced, it became pleasuring. However, he didn’t want to think about it. He felt like cheating on Kieran, whom he loved dearly. It tore him apart for the second time. A wave of nausea ran through his body at the realization he was still hard… and his wrists were still tied…

This went far beyond physical torture. It was mostly mental at this point. And that was hurting the most.

Desperate, he tugged on his arms and legs as if he wanted to rip those chains apart, his eyes hurting from the salted tears that rolled on his face, the only sounds being his ragged breath and groans echoing in the small room, and the clinging of the chains he was bound too. He fell asleep after a short time, exhausted, mentally and physically. And in his dreams replayed the same scene: Radwan forcing him to suck him, as Kordell was masturbating a few feet away from them.

Between the nightmares, the worse was that there was no one by his side, no one to tell him it was all a dream. No Kieran, no Ethan, no maids nor servants…

~ TBC ~