And so begins my first ever lemon fanfiction. In case you haven't guessed by now, trigger warnings for rape, bondage/S&M, and both mental and physical abuse. I've written other stuff, but this is the first time I've ever posted, and the first lemon I've ever written. Basically, Jade is captured by Rais' Men, and this is the story of her journey from prisoner to submissive slut. Fun.
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I don't own Dying Light, and I don't condone the kind of things that happen in this story.
-Shadow
Jade woke, her body aching. She was naked, spread eagle, and restrained to the wall by metal wrist and ankle cuffs secured to the concreate. She looked around. She was in a small room, with no windows, and a single metal door opposite her. A metal cart sat next to the door, covered by a sheet. Against one wall was a table, almost like in a hospital, but with metal restraints at both ends. A drain was set in the center of the floor, and a metal bar ran across the length of the high ceiling, a short hook hanging from it above the drain.
The door opened, and Jade struggled against her restraints as three men, dressed in the black and yellow of Rais' Men, stepped in. They shut the door behind them, and then spread out. The first moved to the cart, whipping the sheet off, but blocking her view of the objects on it with his body. The second stepped over to the table and opened the restraints with a click that echoed through the room, while the third uncoiled a short length of cord from his wrist and moved towards her. She twisted harder, trying to break free, but she was trapped. The man raised his arm, and brought the whip down across her bare breasts with a crack, making her scream in agony. The whip came down again, lashing across her stomach, leaving a red mark across her skin. She whimpered in pain, and the man laughed, stepping back as the man who had gone over the cart approached her.
She struggled again in vain as he stepped forwards holding up a long needle and a lighter. He set them down on the floor next to her, then moved back to the cart, returning with two thin metal rings. He handed these to the man with the whip, then moved in front of her, once again holding the needle and lighter. With a grin, he flicked the lighter and heated the needle, before dropping the lighter to the floor. He stepped forward, grabbing her nipple and held the needle up. She screamed, realizing what was about to happen.
"Please! No!"
He pressed the tip of the needle to the side of her nipple, and drove it through, dragging a scream of terror and pain from her. He waited a moment, before pulling the needle out. The other man grabbed her breast, opening the metal ring, and slid it through her nipple, snapping it shut. She screamed again as the needle ripped into her flesh again, and was withdrawn, replaced with the other ring. She whimpered in agony, tears running down her face, as the two men stepped back to admire their handiwork.
As she shook and whimpered from the pain, the man that had so far done nothing moved over.
"You two did your part, go now."
The others followed his orders, and left the room, shutting the door with a loud bang. She was left alone with the third man. Wordlessly, he moved around her, undoing her restraints before pushing her to the floor.
"Don't move bitch."
He bent over, fiddling with the cuffs that had held her ankles to the wall, and slid them down the track on the wall and along the floor a bit. Dragging her back her secured her ankles in the cuffs again, pulling them back so the soles of her feet pressed against the wall. He reached up and repeated the process with the wrist cuffs, shackling her into them, before sliding them up so her arms were extended fully above her head. Next, he crossed back to the cart, returning with a ring gag. Stepping behind her, he pressed his hand to her mouth and forced it open, securing the gag behind her head. She tried to scream, but it came out as a choked gurgle, drool running over the gag and onto the floor in front of her. He stepped back, undoing his belt, and dropped his pants and boxers, revealing his member. Moving up to her again, he forced all seven inches of his dick down her throat.
Jade gagged, coughing as the man violently face fucked her. She tried to pull away, but he slapped her and forced her head down on his dick, shoving his organ deep into her throat. She gagged again, and struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. Just as suddenly as he had attacked her, he pulled back, holding his dick in front of her face, jerking it off. She struggled desperately against her cuffs, and he came, splashing her face and tits with his cum, getting the sticky liquid in her eyes and mouth. She gagged at the taste, but she was incapable of getting the semen out of her mouth. Realizing she had no choice, she made to swallow, only for the man to grab her throat.
"No! Did I tell you to swallow, slut?"
Reeling back as he picked up the other man's whip, she shook her head desperately.
"Here's how this is gonna work bitch. I'm going to whip you, and when I'm done, if my cum isn't still in your mouth, I'm going to cut off your legs! Understand?", he shouted, gesturing to the hatchet on his belt. She nodded franticly, the taste of his semen now nearly unbearable. The whip came down hard, lashing across her tits. She sucked in a mouthful of air, making to scream, but choked on the semen, desperately coughing it back up into her mouth. He hit her again, the whip cracking on her shoulder. She did better this time, holding his load in her mouth, barely suppressing her urge to scream.
She was on the edge of unconsciousness when he stopped, coiling the whip and placing it on the cart.
"You can swallow now slut."
She moaned gratefully, glad to get the vile taste out of her mouth. As she slumped back, he undid her restraints, before placing a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. He dropped her, moving over to the wall, and untied a rope, allowing the hook hanging from the ceiling to drop.
He clipped it around the middle of her cuffs, before moving back to the rope, pulling so that she dangled by her wrists above the drain, almost three feet off the floor. Then he dug under the table, coming up with two wooden posts, each one two feet tall. He set these near where her legs were, spread wide apart, so that she could just put the balls of her feet on them. Then her left, shooting a final comment over his shoulder as he did so.
"I'll be back tomorrow, slut."
Her arms and legs already burning from the way they were stretched, Jade drifted off into sleep, tears running down her face.