The Wolf & The Lamb

Thank you so much DemonBarber14, Bibliophilechild, and TheWeasleyBoys

Weasley: I have read the PM and I'll look at my books this weekend :) you want a diagnosis for Billy Boy? I'll read through Ahab of Dystopia as soon as I can.

TRIGGER WARNING: Non-Consensual Acts; Oral

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Her mouth flies open to let out a scream but all that comes out is a tiny metallic squeak, he wraps his arms around her waist and digs his fingernails into her hips, pushing the soaked material of her pajama top up just a little as his hands travel up her quivering stomach to cup her breasts. She manages a terror filled whimper, her knees buckling. "A-Ah…Al-Ale-A-A-…" she stutters, and she's sobbing too hard to even be able to say his name. She can't form any words, she can't scream for help. Her throat is caving in on itself and—this is not happening! Alex is dead. She closes her eyes and tries to ignore his lips on the side of her neck, his fingers pinching her nipples (she cries out in pain at this), his hips thrusting against her backside lightly but menacingly. "D-Don't…pl-puh…please…please! No" she cries, attempting to pull away from him but his grip is too strong and she's too terrified to put up a hard fight.

Alex brings his black cane around in front of her, smirking as she goes rigid at the sight. And she can't control her blubbering pleas, Incomprehensible sounds of horror and pleading. He chuckles and kisses her shoulder, the cane is horizontal and pressing against her lower stomach, pinning her against the front of his body. "Walk down that alley way, do you pony?" he growls into her ear. She obeys him, but when they're halfway there she makes a leap of faith. She swings her foot back, hitting his leg and he is startled enough to drop the cane. She bolts, taking long running leaps. Her heart is pounding. Luanne! She needs to get back to Luanne! Annabeth looks back, Alex is gone.

Is that good or bad? She can't tell, she's—BAM!

A force has just slammed into her from the right, knocking her to the ground. Pinning her down is a very angry Alex Delarge, his hand crushes her mouth. Her eyes are wide with terror as he lowers his face close to hers, and she squeezes her eyes shut and attempts to turn her face away from his. His grip is too strong. "Naughty, Naughty!" he rasps, curling his fist (OH GOD NO!) into her hair and yanking on it, forcing her head up and then slamming it back onto the concrete. She sees stars.

"Such a lovely, lovely rot you have little sister of mine. You're going to put it to real dobby use for me" he sneers, reaching down and unzipping his trousers. He sits on her waist, his weight pinning her down and driving the air out of her. He moves until he is sitting on her chest, and she shudders in disgust when his penis hits her chin; not completely hard because this is not about sex. It's about dominating and hurting and having power over her. "Suck it, you filthy little whore" he sneers, his eyes bright with sickening excitement and cruelty.

Her mouth opens, just do what he says and maybe he won't hurt you. "If you bite me, I'll tear you into malenky bits and pieces; right right?" he growls demonically at her before pushing his penis into her mouth. She knows her job, she sucks gently at first and runs her tongue along the underside of his shaft. Her mind is separating itself from what is happening, it's the only way she knows how to cope. Alex groans and begins to thrust into her mouth, she knows that means to suck harder. You can get through this. Just shut yourself down and do everything he tells you. Don't fight back you'll only get hurt worse. It's just your body/dignity/humanity/rights it doesn't matter.

He suddenly pulls out of her mouth and forces her to a kneeling position. Grabbing her hair in a painful grip, Alex begins to pound himself into her mouth. Forcing her to deep-throat him, and his raspy toned comments make her feel absolutely filthy and horrible. "Ohhh, yessss darling. You like that, don't you my malenky bitch? You like sucking on that big cock" she can't breathe, her jaw is throbbing in agonizing pain. Her eyes burn with tears, her throat feels raw and it hurts. She can hear herself making the most horrible choking sounds, wet sounds. And now he's coming, and she tries desperately to pull away but his grip on her is too strong. His cum shoots down her throat, and she instinctively tries to spit it back out. "Swallow little devotchka" he hisses at her menacingly.

It burns her throat like acid and she can feel it like a disease in her stomach.

"We're walking down to my automobile, does thou pony? Attempt to run away from me again, and I will slit that pretty throat with my britva and gut you like the sweet little piggy-pig you are" he warns, kissing her on the lips and wiping off the excess cum from the corners of her trembling lips. They make it halfway to his car when she lands on her hands and knees, vomiting. He narrows his eyes, "Get up" he says meanly, "A-Alex please!" she whimpers, her anxiety is too much to handle. She can't bring herself to walk anymore. He swings his black cane, slamming it down onto her back. She screams out but nighttime swallows the sound. "Get up" he repeats, snarling at her in a low voice.

Annabeth drags herself back up to a standing position, her legs shaking. She gets into the passenger side of the car and he gets into the driver's side. "Buckle up my darling" he smirks at her and she obeys, "Annie-Beth, my love…?" he says and she looks at him, fearful. Alex backhands her hard enough for her vision to go completely black for fifteen seconds. She cups her cheek and leans against her door, curling up and trying to stifle her sobs. "I'm going to fuck you, little Annie-Beth. I'm going to make you creech to high heaven for like mercy and all that cal. I'm going to give it to you real horrorshow my darling"

They drive for hours and she's so exhausted and overwhelmed at sleep overtakes her.

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