So hi, dudes. I made an one shot about Buck, that's right that sadistic mothertrucker that we all love and hate at the same time. This was weirdly fun to do... Writing about Buck that's it, not the non-con part. Also I'm all sure you guys know Bambi is Buck's full name, but I thought I'd note it anyway.

But just a heads up: I wrote an one shot that leads up to non-con, it isn't graphic or anything, just really suggestive and if you find that a subject that is upsetting to you, I'd say you shouldn't read it. It isn't graphic or really written here at all, but you know it's gonna happen. So yes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Far Cry 3.


Bambi looked down at the girl. Her eyes full of tears and silent screams falling off her lips. She seemed to be frozen in fear, paralyzed at what she found in his basement. He stepped a little closer and he saw her slowly coming to.

'Oh my god…' She stared at the boy behind him on the bed. Clasping her hand before her mouth, she tried to slowly back away towards the door that led to freedom. Bambi didn't let her get far, he liked his games, but only when he was in control after all. He flashed her a cheeky grin.
'You can call me Buck.' He whispered into her ear, she shivered and not in a good way.

She tried to push the man off her, but Buck was too strong or maybe she was just too weak. Her hair was grasped in his hands and pulled back. He looked straight in her eyes and it send fear through her whole body. Her resistant crumbled under that stare and she let him lift her up.

'Shame that you found out like this, babe.' He drawled when he put her down next to the boy. A broken boy, she realized and she didn't even want to think about the horrors he was put through. She bitted her lip and decided to say nothing, play it as safe as she could.
'Wished we could make sweat love… with you willingly.' He took her wrists in one of his hands, the other trailing over her breasts. 'But, I guess this isn't bad either! I like my prey to struggle a bit.'

He smirked and pointed a finger at the boy. 'Keith there,' The boy groaned and curled in on himself. 'Hasn't any fight left, have you, mate?' It didn't seem like a real question to her, but she remained silent. Her eyes scanned the small basement, looking for a way out or call for help, not like anyone would come near Buck's property.

'Aah, but back to you.' Buck leaned into her personal space and pecked her cheek. 'Ready to struggle a bit?' He laughed and pinched her arm. 'I'm sure you do, you're a rebel aren't you? Never listening to your father?' He raised his eyebrow and waited for an answer. She didn't posses the courage to actually answer the man, the rapist of the boy and she was sure, soon to be hers.

'Answer me, sweetheart.' He tapped her cheek. Once, twice. She blinked. Once, twice. The slap came unexpected and it was foolish of her that he wouldn't slap her for not obeying. Her voice croaked and cracked. 'Yes.' She whispered softly, it seemed like the right answer for him. He chuckled and released her wrists.

'Give me your best shot then, mate!' He pointed at his cheek. 'Right there, one shot.' He observed her reaction and he saw horror and maybe a little anger in her eyes, fat tears rolling down her face. It didn't look like she was going to hit him anytime soon. He sighed and went to his knees. 'C'mon, mate. Hit me.' She did, but it wasn't a good one. Hardly hurt him after taking bullet to bullet. When she went to dart past him, he wrapped his hand around her ankle, making her sprawl to the ground. She hit the concrete floor with a thud.

Buck raised to his feet, gave Keith a look and then leaned down. Looming over the girl he let out a maniac laugh. With his head thrown back he didn't see her slowly getting up, trying to steady her breath. She got on her knees and Buck didn't seem to notice her movement. She lunged and growled, punching her captor in the legs. But he didn't seem to even feel anything.

He grasped her hair and pulled, hard. She cried out and tried to slap his hands away, she didn't succeed. 'A bullet hurts a lot more, you want that?!' Buck threatened, breathing into her ear. She shivered and shook her head. 'I didn't hear you!' He moved his hand back and forth. 'No!' She screeched, hands covering her eyes. Buck let out another laugh. 'Good, good.' Taking her over her shoulder, he threw her on the bed next to that one Keith was laying on.

'Well,' He made gestures with his hands. 'Undress yourself, lady.' She blushed and tried to avoid his stare. She gripped her shirt and held it tight to her upper body. She heard the man sigh, stand up and shuffle around a bit. 'Always the hard way.' He clicked something off. 'Keith, you know, did that in the beginning too.' She looked up and her eyes widened in fear. 'He doesn't anymore.' The loop of his pistol was aimed at her head and she knew she had lost the fight.

'That's a good girl.' Buck cooed when his victim looked down in submissiveness. Her eyes were closed, but her grip on her clothing loosened up. She turned her body away from his greedy eyes and took off her top. Leaving her sitting in her bra and skirt. Suddenly she felt a warm breath on her neck and then a lick. 'Let me help you with that.' He placed his hands on her side and she tried not to cry.

Keith gave the house, a shack really, a last look. He was never a really religious man, but he hoped with all his heart that heaven and hell existed.