A/N: Response to a kink meme prompt from awhile back requesting hardcore Simon gang-rape, humiliation, and abuse. Not for the faint of heart – please read responsibly!

Rated M for strong language, self-harm, and intense and graphic depictions of gang-rape, torture, and humiliation.

Spoilers for: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney – Dual Destinies

It took a single day for the news of former prosecutor Simon Blackquill's incarceration to spread throughout the prison community, and only three more for him to end up like this, pushed against a wall in the yard, naked from the waist down, his own boxers stuffed into his mouth and bound in place with a strip of coarse fabric torn from his uniform trousers. His hands were being tied behind him, tight enough to leave marks, with a thin, sharp wire that one of the inmates had gotten from somewhere. If any of the guards present saw what was going on, or predicted what was about to occur, they averted their eyes and said nothing.

"Bitch," growled the large man holding him, releasing him a moment later only to push him down onto his knees. "If it weren't for you fuckin' prosecutors, we wouldn't even be in this hellhole!"

Someone brought their foot crashing against his bare ass, and Simon collapsed onto his front, dirt rising up in a cloud from the impact, burning his eyes. He tried to pull his hands free from the wire but only managed to cut and abrade them. Laughter flared up around him. A foot found its way between his thighs and nudged his groin. He let an astonished cry into his gag and snapped his legs shut, trying to force out the intrusion. There was more laughter at that, and his face burned.

"So, who wants to fuck the little shit senseless first?" said the same man who had held him. Simon wriggled forward, trying, in almost crazed desperation, to get someone's, anyone's, attention, to stall the assault until one of the guards decided enough was enough and had to intervene. His attempts, however, were met only with amusement from his captors, and he was quickly dragged back by the ankles, skinning his cheek along the ground.

Nobody stopped them.

A hand came down hard across his ass, and with a sob, he lurched forward. Someone buried their hand in his hair, jerked his head back against his neck so that all he could see through his tear-blurred vision was the cold gray of the sky. Another inmate started fingering him, shoving two, then three digits into his hole and scissoring them wildly without rhyme or reason. Simon had never had sex before, had, in his love for his job, never really wanted it, or even thought much about it. The pain of those unnatural intrusions in his most intimate space, however, was enough that he decided then and there that he detested the act entirely.

"He's tight as fuck," his assailant grunted from behind him, attempting to force in a fourth finger. "I think the fucking whore is a virgin!"

There was a round of laughter at this that Simon hardly heard over his muffled screams. "A whore-virgin!" someone roared in mirth. "Then get your damn fingers out of him and let me fix that!"

Simon felt immediate relief as the fingers were withdrawn from him. He then realized, with a flush of shame, that his penis had become stiff between his thighs from the torture, though he'd derived no pleasure from it. The word "whore" rang out across the prison yard, and his penis throbbed with the echoes, as if affirming it. He didn't notice how hot his face had gotten until a cool tear splashed against it.

"The little bitch is crying!" one of his tormentors shouted then, and there was a cacophony of jeers and laughter. "I'll give you something to really cry about, you fucking whore!"

Someone was pulling him back again with a bruising grip on his hips, although this time, they situated him on his knees, with his ass in the air. He didn't have time to struggle out of this position before something much thicker and harder than a finger brushed against his entrance.

Sensei, he thought, so much in a panic that he forgot for the moment that she was dead. Please, help me! A-Aura! I... I need you!

Tears spilled down his cheeks, and he cried out in anguish as his attacker thrust suddenly into him.

This isn't happening. This can't be happening! Someone – anyone... Please... Stop this...

But nobody did.