DISCLAIMER: I don't own NCIS, it belongs to Don P. Belisario and CBS or other respectful owners. I wish.
Title: Measuring Worth
Fandom: NCIS
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Rating: MA/R/NC-17
Main Character(s): Ziva David
Side Character(s): Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Anthony (Tony) DiNozzo, Abigail (Abby) Sciuto, Timothy (Tim) McGee
Main Shipping(s): Tiva (Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David)
Mentioned Shipping(s): Gabby (Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Abby Sciuto), Zabby (Abby Sciuto and Ziva David)
Summary: What if Ziva was raped nine times in Somalia? What if she was never brought to see Tony before Gibbs shoot Saleem? What if Tony found her just after her ninth to save her? What if Ziva had changed forever?
Warnings: Contains violence with no gore and little blood, graphic rape and non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations (But you can still read the story without it, just read the notes), some coarse language, and surreal or abstract moments.
Author's Notes: This was a collection of stories smashed into one. Call me sadistic but this is what happened. It may not necessarily make sense, but this was my world and it went how it went. Also, before I throw some Author Notes nonsense at you, I would like to say that it has come to my attention that some people are offended by the topic of rape and just want to read about Tony and the gang helping her pick up the pieces so I have broken the chapters up so that the sexual content will take place in certain chapters marked here and in the author's notes of each chapter. Chapter 1 for instances is the first mention of rape, but chapter 2 picks up after the rape has occurred. I recommend that you read the rape chapters since they contain vital information, but I did set it up so you don't have to and it will still make some sense. Anyways, this is a mish mash of stories and ideas written on everything from graphing paper to napkins that I have laying about. It will seem off beat, surreal, abstract, and very out of character consequently. I still think that you will enjoy it though. So without further ado, here we go…
Chapter one – Passcode (Rape chapter)
The man was inside of Ziva now.
"Don't like that, bitch?" He growled.
She did. She hated it, but she couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing it.
"Why not give me your passcode then?" He spat.
He brought his fingers to her nipples and twisted them crudely. Ziva gasped and clenched her teeth, much to her captor's joy. He pulled out of her only to slam back inside of her exposed body. She ground her teeth together in an effort to hold in a scream.
"Passcode!" He barked.
Ziva spit in his face. He pulled out of her a slammed back into once, twice, over and over. No pleasure, just pain… and filth. The one thing she held onto was being torn from her. She had to hold on, she couldn't let go… not when this was so important.
"We can do this all day. I know 20 men who haven't seen a woman in months." He snickered as he continued to violate her body.
Ziva let a scream escape her lips. She had just shown weakness… She didn't want to give in to his demands of anguish. He grunted as he derived pleasure from her pain. This sick foul man… inside of her.
"Passcode!" He screamed
"Never!" she screamed back.
A wave of anger shook the man as he pounded her. She felt hot tears roll out of her eyes, stinging her face. She wanted to beg and pleas, but her instincts told her otherwise. She struggled against her bonds in vain.
"You slut!" He roared as he bit down on her neck, drawing blood.
Ziva let out a groan of pain then a yelp as he twisted her bloodied nipples further past what the skin was comfortable with. A constant rhythm of horror slammed her. Ziva shut her eyes. She no longer wanted to see the rape that was taking place upon her body.
That familiar feeling of horror, dread, disgust, and pain came back. A moment later, the man had emptied himself into her. It felt like oil or mildew.
Even after she had been destroyed, he kept hitting her. A kick even went inside of her. She kept her eyes shut. She felt him fist her a few more times until she had lost control of her breathing. Flood gates had been opened and streams of tears tore down her face. Insults streamed out of his mouth.
Once he was done and his rage emptied on her desecrated body, he growled and unsheathed a knife, bringing it to her throat.
I'm gonna post the next chapter tonight and possibly a third. I am looking for any kind of reviews, good or bad. Just don't say that I'm sick and insane. Negative comments in the form of constructive criticism are not only wanted but desired.
To really continue, I would like one person to say that they liked it and will check back once every day or so to watch for it. Just one. Thanks for your time.