(Hey guys! This chapter contains some serious graphic stuff, not for the faint hearted :l All content belongs to J.K. Rowling except for Oc's and original plot. Enjoy, please R&R)
"Get off me!" Alison said loudly as Scabior got ontop of her on the bed. Scabior just ignored her and pinned her down, his body too strong for her to witstand.
Scabior traced his finger on her knickers slowly and Alison shook her head, this couldn't be happening. "No..." She said quickly and to her surprise Scabior pushed off her and stood up off the bed. Was he going to let her go? Alison's hope quickly vanished when she realized, no, Scabior was not letting her go; he was just taking his clothes off. She jumped up swiftly, a chance to get away but Scabior whipped his wand out and muttered something and Alison felt a funny sensation. She felt her body become stiff as she fell back onto the bed, she was stuck, "Scabior please, stop this." Scabior ignored her and took his top fully off to reveal a surprisingly chiselled chest. His body was huge; Alison had never noticed this before as he seemed to cover it with his long leather jacket. She felt even tinier next to him now, her slim, petite frame next to his muscular 6'5 one. Snatching seemed to have paid off for him, all that work had given him such a powerful build, he could have easily crushed Alison if he wanted to. Scabior then pulled his wand out again, pointing it at the opening of the tent which closed itself tightly. He then started to take his pants off after his shoes. He did it slowly just as Alison had; teasing her, putting her through further torture of what was coming next.
When Alison saw it she felt weak, her heart rate increasing fast. It was so big; there was no way it would ever fit inside her, ever. It wasn't fair, he couldn't do this, and he knew she was a virgin. For her first time to be done like this, forced and by such a huge man like Scabior. She could feel hot tears welling inside her eyes but she couldn't even find a way to let them out. Scabior picked Alison up so easily like she was a feather and put her under the covers before placing himself on top of her again. "Do you like what you see, beautiful?" His breath was warm and the on goingly familiar smell of rich tobacco swarmed Alison. Lying in Scabior's bed, Alison realized all this time she had been here, she had never gone near it. It smelt of pine wood and the tint of whiskey. She shook her head at Scabior who frowned so she spoke, her voice low and scared, "Scabior..." She could feel his hardness on her thigh, "You're too big...please." Scabior's frown disappeared and he even looked quite triumphant, "I'm too big? Well, Ali isn't tha' a good thin'?" Alison shook her head quickly, "No, not for me!"
"Ooh..." Scabior ran his hand down towards her underwear again and Alison tried to stop him with her own but he pulled them up above her head, "its cause you're a virgin..." Alison nodded but Scabiors mouth tilted into a smile, "you'll be so tight." Alison whimpered, her plan to get some sympathy from Scabior had backfired; he was now even more turned on. His hand had reached the seam of her underwear and even as Alison tried to wriggle from his reaches, he was inside her.
She gasped in shock and she felt one of her tears role down her cheek. "This is only a finger beautiful. I bet you can' wait until the full show?" Scabior looked into Alison's eyes which were glistening with tears and she looked back. Scabior's eyes were so cold, the kohl around them added to the effect and she could see a glint of arousal in them. Scabior continued to move his finger around, searching every nook and cranny she had to offer, "You are so tight..." He grasped her waist with full force and Alison cried out, even that was going to leave a bruise.
He took his finger out to Alison's relief but then quickly moved on to her upper body. Scabior stroked the lace on her bra, he leant in closer to Alison's ear, "If I'd known your tits were this nice, I'd 'ave fucked you long ago."
That line sent shivers running up Alison's spine and she bit her lip, drawing blood inside her mouth. He looked down on her breasts again and instead of unhooking her bra from the back, he just reached for the bit in-between the two cups and ripped it effortlessly with his hands. Scabior pulled the two parts away and smirked at the sight of her now fully exposed breasts. Alison tried to turn over, trying to stop his view but it was useless, Scabior had her straddled down by his strong body and there was no way in hell she had a chance to escape from his clutches.
He cupped her breasts roughly in his hands and kneaded them harshly as Alison closed her eyes tightly, trying to block away Scabior. He noticed this went down and bit one of her nipples hard, causing Alison to jump and open her eyes in shock and pain. "Don't close your eyes." Scabior muttered dangerously but Alison closed her eyes even tighter. He put his head down once again to her ear and said in an equally dangerous whisper, "Open your eyes, or I'll make it worse for you."
When he pulled his head back up, sure enough, Alison's eyes were wide open, looking, if possible, more petrified. "Good girl." Scabior muttered and he kissed her neck then moved on to her lips. His kisses were rough and he was pushing Alison's head further into the mattress with every tongue's movement. Half way through a kiss he pulled away, "Is that blood?" He could taste the coppery taste of Alison's blood from when she bit her lip. Alison's head gave the tiniest nudge of a nod and Scabior went in to kiss her again, it didn't seem to bother him. One of his hands was stroking her thigh and the other was still holding both of Alison's hands above her head.
The hand on her thigh was gradually moving upwards and Alison became fully aware of it, "No." She said in barely more than a whisper and Scabior looked up, "Yes." He said back to her and she felt like crying. "The proper way." Alison looked confused and Scabior summoned a heavy long table from the far right of the tent next to the bed. Then he stood up, Alison was getting even more confused, "Sorry, beautiful, but this is how I like to do it." Scabior pulled Alison up on top of the table. He laid her on her back with her legs hanging over the edge of it. The Alison realized. He was going to fuck her on the table. "No!" Alison said quickly and tried to kick Scabior, "It's alrigh' I don' min' a girl with a bit o' fight in 'er." He half smiled and ripped the flimsy material of her boyshorts, exposing her entirely.
Alison had started to panic, it was going to happen, all that threatening, and now it was real. She looked up at him as he pulled himself up onto the table above her, their eyes met for just a second and Alison thought she might have seen the faintest glint of guilt in them but it was quickly gone. "Please." Alison said so quietly she wasn't even sure he had heard her, and then he thrust inside her. Alison's scream was deafening but Scabior didn't even hear it through the overwhelming of his own pleasure. Cordelia looked up from inside her own tent in horror, remorse flooding into her. Most of the snatchers were asleep but those who weren't grinned to themselves or others, Scabior had been talking about fucking her for a while, it was bound to happen soon.
Alison had never felt pain like it before, it was as if she was going to be ripped in half. She was right, it wasn't fair for someone this big to be her first time, she couldn't even imagine how he managed to force himself inside her. The table was creaking and actually budging under the strain of Scabior's thrusts. Each one put Alison into further pain and Scabior was gripping onto Alison's shoulders for support, his full strength resting on her. He had let go of her hands above her head so she placed them on Scabior's chest which was right above her, Alison could feel his muscles clench ever time he pushed inside her. He didn't look at Alison's face but his eyes were rolling back into his head as he reached maximum pleasure, thrusting into her faster and deeper. Alison screamed again when he pushed into an un-found place, and then he came. Alison felt herself fill up with the warm liquid of his member with one last thrust before he collapsed on top of her. She gasped in further pain as he pulled out of her slowly. Alison's face was wet with tears even though she couldn't actually remember crying them.
Scabio lay there for a moment, out of breath and then he pulled himself up, looking down on Alison. He didn't say anything then but he put his finger inside Alison again. She winced; even his tiniest touch was so hard, "So you were a virgin." Scabior revealed his finger which was now covered in blood; he wiped it off the remains of her knickers. His face was unreadable and he picked her up as if she were a doll, "Here." He said as he threw her the shirt he was wearing earlier. She put it on unwillingly, wincing what seemed like every second with the pain. The shirt was so long on her it was like a mini dress.
Scabior threw her into his bed and for a second she thought he was going to rape her again, but he just lay beside her to fall asleep. He placed his hand around her waist and pulled her closer. "Hey Ali." Scabior pulled a piece of her hair behind her ear, "You were a good fuck."
