A/N:
This is my very first fanfic ever and it took me like two years to show this to anyone, so please be gentle with me. But thanks to my lovely and awesome beta Moppipoika I'm here publishing my very first fic! So all thanks to him!
I have written a bit of this already but I have no guarantee of the pace I'll be able to publish in the future, depends on how popular this will be. So obviously comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome.
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Chapter 1
Sherlock was brought to some old factory hall, most likely by Moriarty. The hall was dark but he could notice a chair he Sherlock was brought to some old factory hall, most likely by Moriarty. The hall was dark but he could notice a chair he would be tied to soon and a bundle on the floor. But when he got closer he could see that the bundle whimpered. A child maybe?
'Finally you're here. We can get started.'
The lights flickered on and Sherlock could see the person on the floor as he was pushed on the chair. A girl, but not a child, approximately between 18 and 23 years old. She was really small, not even 160 centimeters tall and she was slim by build. Her blonde hair had stuck on her temples from sweat and she had grey spots on her face from dirt and her makeup was spread on her face. Her blue eyes were red-rimmed and full of terror.
'Get up.'
The girl got up. She was trembling from cold or fear, probably both. Moriarty walked behind her and brushed her hair behind her ear gently.
'Tell us what's your name.' he whispered in her ear.
'Lissa.' her voice shook.
'Do you recognise her, Sherlock?'
'She's the girl from your last riddle.'
'Yes, Lissa this man saved your life today. But he couldn't save your parents. And you're going to perform us today.'
Moriarty moved his fingers to her throat. She stiffened under the touch but she didn't dare to stop him.
'Oh, don't be scared like that, daddy's not going to hurt you...If you play nice.' Moriarty smirked.
'She's going to be an example of how I am going to destroy you.' Moriarty looked at Sherlock behind the girl.
'So small, so fragile.' he moved face to face with the girl. He took her head between his hands and looked straight into her eyes. 'You're going to dance for us.'
'And you'll kill me if I don't?' she looked up to Moriarty's eyes with determination in her eyes and voice.
'Good thinking.' Moriarty turned away from her to leave the 'stage' to her.
'Can't we skip to that?'
'What?' Moriarty arched an eyebrow as he turned back to her.
'I don't really want to...' her voice was a whisper that died out in the end.
'You're not being ungrateful, aren't you? This man put a lot of effort in saving you, you know.' Moriarty went back to her and took a lock of her hair between his fingers and played with it.
'Don't put words in my mouth.' Anger flashed in the girl's eyes.
Moriarty sighed and took a tight grip of her hair and forced her to bend back under his grip. 'You are not in the position of being a cocky bitch.' Moriarty brought his face as close to hers as possible without touching it. She gasped in pain and fell on her knees when he let go.
'Well, then we'll just kill him if you don't cooperate.' Moriarty crouched on her level and lifted her chin.
'But you won't let that happen. You can't because you know he's life is much greater than any of this, much greater than yours. He has saved lives and he'll save many more if he doesn't die here. You won't let that happen because you're agood girl, aren't you? Aren't you a good girl, Lissa.' he grabbed her jaw and forced her to turn her head to him.
'So innocent, so sweet. You must still be a virgin. Who's a good a girl? Who's daddy's little virgin? You are! Oh, yes you are.' he talked to her like to a dog and then let go and walked back to the shadows.
'Go on then, get up.' Moriarty hurried her.
'Daddy's going to be bored soon. We wouldn't want that, would we?' he added after a couple of seconds.
The girl got up and looked confused. 'But...I don't...what do I even have to do?'
'Oh yes, I was going to assist you with this but since you really should thank Sherlock here properly you're going to address your performance to him. So you dance and while at it, you strip. This is you showing your gratitude so you better get him to like it.' Moriarty answered.
The girl's eyes blew up in terror. She opened her mouth but then closed it. Her hands started to shake and she just stood there looking at the wall.
'Sebastian...' she could hear steps coming to her.
'No, I'll start, I'll...I'll do it.'
The steps backed to the shadows behind her so she lifted her shaking hands to her shirt and started to unbutton it. But when she got to the second button she could hear the steps coming closer again and then there was pain. She hadn't even noticed she was falling to the floor before she was there, she could only notice the pain. She cried out and tried to get up clumsily.
'I said dance. Didn't you listen to me? Or are you really that dumb?'
She was on her knees when she was kicked on her back. She hit her head on the floor and it took a few seconds stumble back up.
When she was up again she started to move her hips awkwardly. She kept her gaze on the floor and focused on moving her hips. She continued to unbutton her shirt and soon her navel and black bra could be seen. She lifted her chin and raised her gaze to the ceiling and let her shirt fall to the floor.
'Oh god, you're so boring, get on his lap.' Moriarty said with a sigh.
She froze. She tried to move because she knew what was coming if she didn't move soon but she couldn't manage to get her body to move. When her body finally started to move towards the man in the chair she didn't feel like she was controlling her body anymore.
When she reached him she looked at him for the first time. She formed I'm sorry with her lips but she couldn't see any emotion in the man's eyes. His face was completely neutral and he didn't answer so she got closer and tried not to tremble and to keep herself together. She tried not to think about anything and just focus on her hips.
'I think you should kiss him.' Moriarty said with a smirk.
She looked Sherlock in the eye and still couldn't see any reaction. Moriarty sighed and she could hear the steps again so she threw her lips to his hastily and kissed him clumsily.
'Well, that was pathetic, Lissa.'
'But Sherlock you have to answer her. You don't want her to feel rejected, do you?' The steps started to come closer again and the girl started to feel desperate. Her whole body was trembling and her tears rolled down and wetted Sherlock's face too. But before she could feel the pain the man moved his lips with hers.
'That's fine. Now untie him.'
She broke off the kiss and got up, circled the chair and untied Sherlock's hands from the rope.
'And take his jacket off.'
She pulled Sherlock's coat from his shoulders and he slipped his hands from the sleeves. Then she circled back in front of him. She took her shoes off and started with the hips again. She opened her black jeans and started to work them down. Slowly down her waist to her hip bones, revealing her black underwear.
'Sherlock, there's no point if you don't watch.'
Sherlock brought his eyes to the girl. He could see that she was trying really hard to keep herself together. Not to collapse on the floor. He could see the struggle in her eyes and in the shaking she was desperately trying to hide.
She pulled down the jeans and took them off. Then Moriarty came towards her from the shadows. She stiffened when she heard the steps behind her and waited for pain but she could only feel Moriarty's breath on her neck. He placed his hand on her behind and gave it a gentle squeeze.
'Good. Now get on his lap again. He still hasn't shown any signs of actually liking you. Really sad of you.' he whispered in her ear and petted her neck with the other hand.
She went to Sherlock again but turned her back to him this time when she placed herself on his lap again. She worked with her hips again and soon she could barely hear 'I'm sorry.' whispered to her ear as she could feel his crotch harden under her.
'Took really fucking long for you to get him to like you. Now Sherlock would you help her and take off her bra.'
Sherlock raised his hands to the back of the girl's bra and opened them and let them fall on the floor.
'Yes, why don't you feel them, Sherlock.' He placed his hands on the girl's breasts but barely touched them.
Soon the steps started and Sebastian came out of shadows and marched towards them. This time the girl could see the man and what he was carrying: a whip. She didn't know what she had done wrong, she stiffened and stared at the man.
'No! No! What did I do wrong, just tell me I'll do it! Please!'
Sebastian didn't stop and struck her in the stomach and she cried out in pain and collapsed on Sherlock's lap. She started to fall on the floor but Sherlock gripped her shoulder and prevented her from slipping from his lap so she lied on his arms sobbing slightly. She couldn't stop the trembling anymore and she was panting. She tried desperately to soothe down her breathing.
'You know what you did wrong. Don't make that mistake again.'
'Now continue.'
When the girl wouldn't do anything Sherlock lifted her straight again and let her lean on him. 'I'm sorry.' he whispered in her ear again as he grabbed her breasts properly this time.
'You can let her go now.' Moriarty said soon and came out of the darkness and started to walk towards them with Sebastian.
Sherlock let go of the girl and she fell on the floor. She managed to calm down a little and sat up. She hugged her knees and waited for an order.
'Now, Lissa, open his trousers.' Moriarty grinned at Sherlock.
The girl's eyes widened in shock. She froze and just sat there looking at the wall. Soon Sebastian struck her on the back with the whip again and she yelped. But soon enough she turned to Sherlock and raised her shaking hands to his trousers' front. She opened the front and waited for the words she didn't want to hear.
'You know what to do next. After all. This is the only thing you're good for. This is all you're going to be.' The singsong voice laughed at her.
Tears came to the girl's eyes again. 'Please...'
She was struck on the back again. She let out a small yelp and let her head fall down. She tried to take a deep breath but it sounded more like a growl. Then she finally pulled Sherlock's trousers slightly and let out his hard member. She took the head between her lips and started to sink it deeper into her mouth. She started to move her head up and down, not knowing what to do exactly.
'Why won't you guide her a little, Sherlock?'
'Is that an order?'
'Oh, I just merely suggested. Her try must be a really pathetic one. Although this isn't your first time, is it Lissa? But that was a long time ago.'
'You'd fasten the process, she might even learn something. With your guide, she could maybe even make a career out of this you know.'
But Sherlock didn't do anything. He sat and watched the wall with a blank face. When anything didn't happen Moriarty talked again. 'Oh please! We haven't got the whole day she's not going to get any results by herself!'
Sherlock didn't move his gaze from the wall but he took a grip of the girl's hair and pulled slightly and then pushed and showed her the right rhythm. He started to fasten the rhythm when Moriarty spoke again. 'She's good for nothing just do it yourself. I thought she could manage this but she's just a tool.'
Sebastian moved when nothing happened but before he could strike the girl again Sherlock placed his other hand on the girl's head and held it still. He started to move his hips and thrust himself into her throat. His pace was increasing fast when he suddenly stopped.
'Sherlock.'
'She's going to choke.' The girl gasped for breath.
'Then let HER CHOKE!'
'And Sherlock. You have to watch her. You have to see her eyes as she slips into unconsciousness. We know you like power plays, it turns you on, doesn't it? To think her as a tool. Make her life dependent on you. You love this.'
'No, I don't' Sherlock muttered as he continued to move his hips at an increasing pace. He moved fast and hard into her mouth but soon he was able to reach his climax and make it all stop.
He let go of the girl and she gasped and coughed for air. She was letting herself fall on the floor when Moriarty came and took a tight grip of her hair and tangled her head back. 'No, you're going to swallow. Do it now or I'll kill you both.'
The girl yelped and panted but finally swallowed. This gave Sherlock the time to pull up his trousers and put his coat back on before Moriarty moved his attention to him.
'She did okay in the end, didn't she Sherlock'
Moriarty raised his eyebrow when Sherlock didn't answer. They all were silent for a moment.
'Yes.'
'And now to the final point. You should say thank you, Lissa. Sherlock here gave you a lot of patience.' The girl's face was blank now. She didn't cry or pant or gasp anymore. She sat there with no expression.
'Thank you.'
'How's he going to know you meant that when you didn't even look him in the eye. You should try harder. I want you to look him in the eye this time and you should tell him...tell him that you are his bitch. I bet he's going to like that.'
The girl looked up to Sherlock. Her mouth and jaw didn't show any emotion but her eyes looked tired. So very tired.
"I...I am your... your bitch." Something broke in the girl's eyes. A single silent tear rolled down her cheeks but she still didn't show any emotion.
'Good girl. Daddy's proud of you.' Moriarty said to her while wiping her tears gently. He then got up and kicked her down.
'Look at it. Look at it, Sherlock. It's nothing. Broken and empty, just pieces. This is what is going to happen to you too. I'm going to burn you because I can.' Moriarty then turned around and left with Sebastian trailing behind.
When Sherlock heard the door shut he got up and walked to the door to leave as well. But when he got to the door he turned around.
'You aren't going to survive on your own if I leave you here, aren't you?'
She had collapsed on the floor. She was sobbing quietly and she did indeed look like an empty shell. She didn't answer so Sherlock walked back to her but kept his distance.
'I'm going to call for help.'