Toys to Wind Up
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,807
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Humming Bird
Warnings for this chapter: Rape, but not much detail in it, I think that's it, but it's not as bad as some of the chapters so if you're still reading this I don't think it'll offend you.
“Now I think it’s time for some… entertainment.” Sekan said. They were alone again; well, alone if you didn’t count the girls that would lick each patch of ground Sekan stepped on if they were ordered to. As well as the ever watchful guards.
Sekan talked amiably of the different things going on in the word. Explorers, the new discoveries, the treasures, all of these things, but not one word about their conversation at dinner, or of slaves.
They traveled deeper and deeper into the palace, lower and lower down some spiralling staircases until they finally reached the bottom. They walked across a small courtyard and reached the guards barracks.
The Guards barracks. This place was one of a small number that Martovay had never been before. Sekan opened the door. Martovay suddenly understood why.
The room was filthy. Dirty and damp. Martovay though he saw a rat pass by just as they entered. On the side of the wall were bunk beds with trunks in front of them for possessions. Women, or sometimes men were warming beds. The worst thing was the cage.
It was the height of a tall man. The width was about twice that of the height. In the farthest corner was a streak of blond.
The girl, the virgin. Martovay had almost forgotten about her. Martovay looked sharply over at Sekan, he nearly jumped back when he saw Sekan was already staring at him, gauging his reaction. Martovay quickly looked away looking back at the girl. The hours hadn’t marred her beauty at all, it seemed no one had touched her in any way during that time, but he had a sinking feeling and felt his fear rising.
“You looked worried,” Sekan observed.
“I am worried.” Martovay admitted keeping his eye on the scared girl. Her hands were bound behind her back, otherwise, Martovay was sure, she would probably be trying to cover herself from all the eyes on her. Soldiers stared at her from all sides ogling her shamelessly. Martovay looked down and noticed dried (and some wet) cum on the floor in front of it.
“Why?” Sekan asked his smooth baritone voice easily running over Martovay’s shattered nerves like sand sliding off broken glass. Martovay felt Sekan’s hand running through his hair again. He pulled away.
“With you,” Martovay answered turning to the green eyed man, “It is never good,”
“You’re probably right,” Sekan agreed.
Tears ran endlessly down the vi… the blond girl’s cheeks. Martovay didn’t want to think about her like that anymore, to think of her as a thing of sex. She was a girl, a normal girl that had a family that loved her that one day would get married and slowly grow old as she watched her children grow. Like any girl her age.
Martovay wasn’t fooling himself. The only thing the girl would be good for soon would be sex. She would be broken into little pieces. She will forget about love except in dreams. She will look at all men with a paranoid eye. She would forget trust and forget innocents. Become nothing inside if it went on long enough.
The guards were looking eagerly over at their leader. Waiting for a signal.
No one is to touch her unless I am present. Martovay suddenly understood what those words meant.
“You bastard,” he said softly.
“Would you take her place?” Sekan asked, “They don’t care what they stick their cocks in.”
“No, I wouldn’t given the choice.” Martovay answered honestly. His eyes never left the girl. Did that make him as bad as Sekan? No… no…
He felt blank… empty inside. He had to bite back a giggle. Seems he’s been screwed too much by this bastard, he was empty inside, just like this girl would become, and just like the others. His nails dug deeply into his palm to hold back a hysteric laugh.
The Guards quickly opened the cage. He hadn’t even noticed any indication from Sekan.
He felt nothing as the first one grabbed her thin pale shoulders turning her to face the wall. As the huge red haired man pounded into her.
He didn’t hear her cries at all.
He didn’t protest as she was passed to the next man.
And that this happened several times and each guard took her just as fast, no gentleness at all.
He thought he heard her cries for a moment, but then realized they were his own sobs as Sekan wrapped his arms around him, not shielding him from the sight at all.
Just alienating him more
“Now I think it’s time for some… entertainment.” Sekan said. They were alone again; well, alone if you didn’t count the girls that would lick each patch of ground Sekan stepped on if they were ordered to. As well as the ever watchful guards.
Sekan talked amiably of the different things going on in the word. Explorers, the new discoveries, the treasures, all of these things, but not one word about their conversation at dinner, or of slaves.
They traveled deeper and deeper into the palace, lower and lower down some spiralling staircases until they finally reached the bottom. They walked across a small courtyard and reached the guards barracks.
The Guards barracks. This place was one of a small number that Martovay had never been before. Sekan opened the door. Martovay suddenly understood why.
The room was filthy. Dirty and damp. Martovay though he saw a rat pass by just as they entered. On the side of the wall were bunk beds with trunks in front of them for possessions. Women, or sometimes men were warming beds. The worst thing was the cage.
It was the height of a tall man. The width was about twice that of the height. In the farthest corner was a streak of blond.
The girl, the virgin. Martovay had almost forgotten about her. Martovay looked sharply over at Sekan, he nearly jumped back when he saw Sekan was already staring at him, gauging his reaction. Martovay quickly looked away looking back at the girl. The hours hadn’t marred her beauty at all, it seemed no one had touched her in any way during that time, but he had a sinking feeling and felt his fear rising.
“You looked worried,” Sekan observed.
“I am worried.” Martovay admitted keeping his eye on the scared girl. Her hands were bound behind her back, otherwise, Martovay was sure, she would probably be trying to cover herself from all the eyes on her. Soldiers stared at her from all sides ogling her shamelessly. Martovay looked down and noticed dried (and some wet) cum on the floor in front of it.
“Why?” Sekan asked his smooth baritone voice easily running over Martovay’s shattered nerves like sand sliding off broken glass. Martovay felt Sekan’s hand running through his hair again. He pulled away.
“With you,” Martovay answered turning to the green eyed man, “It is never good,”
“You’re probably right,” Sekan agreed.
Tears ran endlessly down the vi… the blond girl’s cheeks. Martovay didn’t want to think about her like that anymore, to think of her as a thing of sex. She was a girl, a normal girl that had a family that loved her that one day would get married and slowly grow old as she watched her children grow. Like any girl her age.
Martovay wasn’t fooling himself. The only thing the girl would be good for soon would be sex. She would be broken into little pieces. She will forget about love except in dreams. She will look at all men with a paranoid eye. She would forget trust and forget innocents. Become nothing inside if it went on long enough.
The guards were looking eagerly over at their leader. Waiting for a signal.
No one is to touch her unless I am present. Martovay suddenly understood what those words meant.
“You bastard,” he said softly.
“Would you take her place?” Sekan asked, “They don’t care what they stick their cocks in.”
“No, I wouldn’t given the choice.” Martovay answered honestly. His eyes never left the girl. Did that make him as bad as Sekan? No… no…
He felt blank… empty inside. He had to bite back a giggle. Seems he’s been screwed too much by this bastard, he was empty inside, just like this girl would become, and just like the others. His nails dug deeply into his palm to hold back a hysteric laugh.
The Guards quickly opened the cage. He hadn’t even noticed any indication from Sekan.
He felt nothing as the first one grabbed her thin pale shoulders turning her to face the wall. As the huge red haired man pounded into her.
He didn’t hear her cries at all.
He didn’t protest as she was passed to the next man.
And that this happened several times and each guard took her just as fast, no gentleness at all.
He thought he heard her cries for a moment, but then realized they were his own sobs as Sekan wrapped his arms around him, not shielding him from the sight at all.
Just alienating him more