Thanks to all of you who reviewed and encouraged me to write this part of the story as I had envisioned it. I wanted to give you guys this chapter today so here it is…

WARNING: this chapter contains explicit mature content and so I am changing the rating of this fic from T to M. I know some of you have guessed what's about to happen and you were right. To all of you Stiles's whump lovers out there, this should be interesting to read. Now, I would like to state that I don't support what happens in this chapter under any circumstances and I don't mean to offend anybody by the things described here. If this is a subject that upsets you, I suggest you skip this chapter and just go straight to the author's note at the end of it to get confirmation on what happens. There's no need to read the explicit moment if you're not up to it. That being said, I think the warning's good enough to now let you guys read the chapter if you want. This is going to be difficult on Stiles and it was really hard to write… I even got a terrible headache out of it. I just took an aspirin and I hope it passes soon enough.

Chapter 14: Broken

Stiles had been waiting for over two hours, wondering what could be happening to Scott at that exact moment when he heard the beeping sound of the door being unlocked and one of the people he hated more in his life walked in.

He saw that Scott was standing by the door with Brig directly behind him and he was relieved to notice that his friend didn't look too injured. He had some blood on his lips from a cut already healed and also another trail of blood from his nose, but other than that, he didn't look too worse for wear. That is, if you didn't count the overall ill look he carried, but he supposed they had their one week imprisonment and torture to blame for that.

Stiles took a few steps back when he saw that Rivers was getting closer and closer to him, a look of pure madness on his face that made him shiver; and then glanced to the door when he heard Scott's voice calling for Rivers to stop.

"Hey! Hey! Whatever you gotta do, you do it to me! I'm the one who has to get punished, remember?" so Scott had managed to break free from their captors and carry on Plan C. Well, at least Stiles hoped he was able to do it all the way through and contact the outside world. But there was also the possibility of him getting caught before that could happen; he knew that just trying would be enough to warrant a punishment and, by the looks of it, the recipient of said punishment wouldn't be Scott, but him.

"Oh and you will" was River's reply before sending a nod towards Brig.

Stiles hadn't even said a word since the room had gotten invaded by the guards because he didn't know exactly what had happened during Scott's mission and he didn't want to add to these men's anger by letting out his usual snarky comments. He figured they were already in enough trouble, a guess that was confirmed when he saw a familiar thick black wire wrap around his friend's neck.

Now Stiles was confused. Was Scott going to get punished after all? Stiles had already figured out that Rivers was going to beat him up again as a punishment meant for Scott, but then why was Brig holding the electricity wire on him? To keep him in line while Rivers attacked him?
Stiles wasn't sure how his mind had time to think about all those details in the minimal amount of time it took for Brig to turn on the electricity and for Rivers to lung at him, but he was able to process both moments perfectly well.

He saw Scott go down on one knee letting a grunt of pain out when the electricity hit him and then felt Rivers's weight crash into him, sending them both to the ground. His back hit the floor and the air was driven from his lungs due to the impact. The impact was painful and the crushing weight on his ribs left him even breathless; he wasn't still totally recovered from the last beating Rivers had given him, even if Scott had taken almost all of the pain away, and he wasn't sure he was ready to receive another one. He brought his arms up to block any punch that Rivers might throw at his face, but the man wasn't planning on hitting him. Instead, he took advantage of his risen arms and took a firm hold of them to twist them and make him turn over so his stomach was now resting on the floor. Rivers had lifted himself up just enough to let Stiles change positions, but them let his weight drop again on top of him.

Stiles recognized this scenario from the first day they had arrived and tried to escape and he couldn't help but shiver. It was all too similar: Scott being electrocuted to the point of messing with his shifting (and Stiles knew that's what was happening because his eyes had started to go back and forth between red and brown) and Rivers pinning him down to the floor to drop a bunch of threats against them. Only this time, it wasn't just threats. It was promises... Promises of what would come next.

"So you think you two are smart, ah?" Rivers said while twisting his arm behind his back and pinning his legs down with his own in a perfectly executed military hold "you think you can get out of this place by making a call?" his face was only inches away from Stiles's ear and his tone of voice dropped to a dangerously low level "I told you that first day: you belong to this place and there is nothing you can do to change that. You didn't want to listen to me then, well maybe you're gonna listen to me after this because not only do you belong to this place..." then his voice transformed into a whisper "you belong to me now" and he brought his free hand down to hug Stiles around his stomach, the back of his hand against the floor and the palm flat against his body. Finally, Stiles found his voice.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to sound composed but failing miserably at it when he felt the other man's hand reaching the hem of his shirt and lifting it as much as he could to let his hand roam free against the skin of his stomach "What... What are you doing man? Get off me!"

"I'm teaching you both a lesson!" his hand kept going down until it reached the waistband of his pants and Stiles started to struggle harder against the weight that just wouldn't get off him. The man's fingers went inside his pants, reaching lower and lower with every passing second and Stiles lost it.

"Get off me!" he yelled, putting his only free arm under him to try and get up and also scraping his knees against the floor by trying to do the same, but Rivers's hold was strong and he knew how to balance his weight so that Stiles was never able to throw him off. All the while, the foreign hand kept going inside his pants and started stroking the skin on the side of his right thigh and then his butt cheek. The man squeezed hard and Stiles let out another yell "Don't touch me!" Stiles then understood that the guy was trying to lower his pants and underwear when he felt cold air hit his skin and he also felt the material of Rivers's clothes when he pressed down on him and rubbed his pelvis against Stiles's ass while he finished dropping Stiles's pants all the wat down to his knees.

Stiles couldn't believe this was happening! He wasn't stupid; he knew that their plan would have consequences but it had never crossed his mind that the consequences would go this far. He then remembered again the time when Rivers had him pinned to the floor and pressing down on him in a suggestive manner and he realized that he should have seen something like this coming. He should have known that these people were crazy enough to do whatever the hell they wanted.

Tears started pulling in his eyes when Rivers's hand found its way to his stomach again and began the descent to his now exposed private parts. The closer he got, the redder Stiles's face got, not just because of the shame of being touched by another man against his will, but because he really didn't want to cry in front of him; he didn't want to give this man the satisfaction of seeing him break because of what he was doing to him, and so he swallowed his tears and made his very best effort not to let them fall when he finally felt the hand reach his cock and wrap around it. Stiles kept struggling, he never stopped struggling and with his free arm he started pulling on the other man's hand to get it away from him.

"Stop it!" he said, his voice thick and panicked "Stop touching me!" he managed to yank the invading hand away for a moment, only to get the arm behind his back twisted even more and a pained moan escaped him. Stiles turned his head towards Scott, who was now completely on the floor on a fetal position, barely able to breathe and he considered calling out to him, asking for help. But he would never do that to his friend. He knew Scott couldn't do anything for him while being tortured like he was and calling for him would only serve to hurt him more. Stiles knew that Scott would do anything to prevent what was happening to him if he could, and that's when he decided to endure what was going on in silence. He wasn't sure if Scott could even hear him given the state he was in, but just in case, Stiles decided he wouldn't let out any sound that would eventually hurt his friend by making him feel even more powerless. He knew now that this punishment was indeed made for Scott; he was just going to be the unlucky winner of the physical abuse.

Stiles would've liked to think that his resolve was strong, that he could take on this man groping him and say nothing about it, feel nothing. But that was before Rivers started unzipping his own pants. Stiles eyes widened and he turned his head around as much as he could to confirm that what Rivers was doing was true. He was fumbling to get his own pants down and then Stiles saw the man's erection trough his boxers and his resolve broke.

"No..." he said in a tight voice that then grew stronger when he saw Rivers now lowering his underwear "no, NO, NO!" he couldn't take this! He could handle being groped, he could even handle it in silence for his friend's sake, but he could not handle being penetrated. Being raped "No! Not this! Don't do this!"

"Now the begging starts" Rivers said, aiming his words to Brig. Rivers let go of the arm he was holding at his back to be able to position himself where he wanted to go, but Stiles took the moment of relative freedom to fight back and pushed himself up with his hands. He managed to throw Rivers off balance, but not completely away from him and he felt the man's hands grabbing his ass to reveal his entrance.

"Stop! Please!" but the guy paid him no attention and Stiles felt the tip of the other man's dick start its way in. He was breathing faster and now he just couldn't keep holding the tears in, so one by one they started falling "NO!" he screamed when the tip finally entered and he buckled his hips forward to stay as far away from the man as possible. The movement separated them and Stiles felt the invading cock leave him. He kicked out with all of his strength at the man's legs that were entangled with his own and between the mess of their clothes and the lack of equilibrium due to all the movement, Stiles finally managed to break free from Rivers.

He started crawling away on his hands and knees, trying every few inches to get his feet under him and stand up but before he could get farther away, Rivers grabbed him by the ankles and yanked back, making him fall and hit his chest against the floor. He kicked out again but Rivers was faster and after sliding his pants now completely off of him, he dropped his weight on top of him again, not giving Stiles a chance to finish changing position and so remaining with his stomach on the floor and his back to him. A hand fisted on his hair and pulled back before slamming his head against the floor and making him dizzy enough to stop fighting for a second.

And a second was all it took for Stiles's world to come crashing down.

"Argh!" he screamed because there was just no way to hold it back. Rivers had taken advantage of his moment of dizziness to find his entrance again and had rammed his cock inside in one strong and powerful thrust.

He felt like he was being torn apart and it burned so damn much he would have thought someone had lit up a fire in his ass. When Rivers pulled back he grunted and when he thrust back in, he plain out moaned from the pain. Right now he didn't care that he couldn't hold the sounds back, he didn't care that Rivers could see him in so much pain and he didn't care that the tears had started falling again. Right now he could only care about one thing "please... Please stop. It hurts!" he begged in a low voice but Rivers thrusted into him a few more times before answering.

"In a couple of minutes you won't be begging me to stop" he said while breathing heavily from the exercise he was doing "you'll want more"

Stiles scrunched his eyes shut and tried to block everything out but it was impossible. He could feel everything: the man's irregular breath near the side of his face, his left hand holding tightly into his shoulder while his right hand went around his stomach to get a firm hold of him while he kept pounding relentlessly against him. Rivers started to make disgusting sounds that could only indicate he was getting pleasure out of this and Stiles fisted his hands on either side of his face while keeping his eyes closed and holding back a sob "you're incredibly tight!" Rivers said, as if that was something to be proud of "you let me know when you start to like it" he added and that made Stiles open his eyes with an angry frown.

"I am NEVER going to like this you sick SON OF A... Shit!" he let out a curse when he felt Rivers's right hand wrap around his cock again and when he noticed that the thing was half hard, he wanted to die right then.

"You sure about that?" Rivers asked.

What the hell was happening? When had he started to get hard? How had that happened? He wasn't aroused by this situation! He couldn't be aroused by what was happening! He was in pain for crying out loud! How had his cock decided to get excited about that? He buckled his hips when he felt Rivers starting to run his hand up and down his shaft, trying to get him to stop because what he was beginning to feel was unforgiveable.

"Stop it!" he resorted for begging again "don't do that! Stop touching me!" but the man never stopped, just as he never stopped thrusting into him. The motion was still incredibly painful but with every time the man's hand came up and down his cock, the pain would become a little bit more bearable and his breath would become more ragged. He knew he didn't like what was happening and he certainly didn't want it, but his body was starting to react in a very betraying way that he didn't seem able to stop. He started fighting again, bringing his hands down to get the other man's away but at his resistance, Rivers just quickened and hardened his pace.

Stiles let out a grunt that even he wasn't sure if it was from pain or something else but the mere shame of it made a fresh wave of tears leak out from his eyes.

Rivers noticed the change in the boy and smiled. This happened all the time, they always ended up enjoying it and he had always managed to drive them so over the edge that they would eventually beg him not to stop and to make them cum because the idea of not getting released was as painful as being raped in the first place, whether it was a boy or a girl, it didn't matter; it always happened and this was not going to be the exception. He felt the boy shiver underneath him and he knew the change was still happening.

"Tell me what you want" he said to him but the boy didn't answer. He kept thrusting hard, pleasantly noticing that it was easier to slide in and out of him, and also picked up the pace of his hand, being rewarded by a buckle of the boy's hips which were starting to very slowly move back and forth. But the kid remained silent "look, this can either end up really good for you or I can make it worse if that's what you want. You just have to tell me what you really want"

Stiles bit his lower lip to the point of drawing blood while trying to maintain some sort of control over himself. There was a tickling sensation growing on his lower belly and that was slowly but surely making its way to his already fully hard cock and he hadn't been able to stop his own body from moving in sync with the hand making that sensation happen. He had scrunched up his eyes again and was now pressing his forehead against the floor, trying as hard as he could not to let out any other sound that he was now sure would only transmit what Rivers wanted to get out of him. He knew Rivers wanted him to ask to be released, he wanted him to beg to be finished off and his body was also asking him to let it happen, but his mind was stubborn and he would never drop to that level. He knew he didn't want this. He would do anything to make it stop. And it better stop soon because if things kept going down this path, his body would eventually go off on its own no matter what his brain said.

"Tell me what you want" Rivers ordered again and Stiles hardened his resolve. It was now or never.

"I... I want…" it was hard to talk with his heart rate and his breathing all over the place "I want you to stop"

Suddenly all movement ceased and at the lack of friction, Stiles's body twitched trying to get the building sensation back inside of him, but his brain wouldn't let him and so after that, he, too, remained perfectly still waiting to see what would happen next and breathing hard against the floor.

Rivers couldn't believe that the boy had asked him to stop. He had been certain he had been reaching his climax and that he would beg to be released but apparently this kid was tough to get. Then he remembered that this was supposed to be a punishment and that if the boy didn't want his to keep going, that he meant he had to do the exact opposite. 'A wound that wouldn't heal' he thought again and those were the types of wound that affected the mind, not the body.

"Worse it is then" and he started to move again.

When Stiles felt the motion at his back begin again, the pain was awoken and he opened his eyes wide. Alright, so the guy would still continue to rape him. That was fine, he thought, well not fine; but as long as he didn't touch him there again… he just didn't think he could ever live knowing he'd had an orgasm while being raped. But when he felt the hand move again, he knew he was doomed. He lost the weak hold he had over the noises trying to escape him and a moan got past his lips at feeling the contact again.

"Please stop" he begged with a voice so tight it was barely audible "I can't... ahh... stop it... I... ahh...please" he whispered between the moans that he was now unable to contain. It was gonna happen, he could feel it and on top of his heart racing even more, he wasn't able to draw proper breaths anymore, which left him panting and sobbing because his body had already disentangled from his mind and he knew that any second now, he would cum.

He started crying harder, feeling shame and guilt invade his heart and his sobs combined with his moans to make a pitiful orchestra that was music to Rivers's ears. He gave the boy a final squeeze and Stiles's vision went black. He felt electricity run down his spine and his cum shot out of his cock while he pounded the floor with his right fist.

"Aaaarhg!" he grunted before taking a big breath and now trying again to get the man's hand away from him. Rivers had kept pounding into him and moving his hand but his cock was so sensitive right now that he couldn't take the contact anymore. He was shaking and the muscles of his ass were clenching painfully around the other man; Rivers was stroking him through the aftermath of his orgasm and the touch was unbearable.

When the boy climaxed, Rivers felt him get even tighter and he knew he was getting close too. A few more thrusts and he would be done as well. He had kept the movement of his hand to prolong the boy's orgasm as long as he could so he would remain tight and so Rivers was able to let go inside of him with one final and deep thrust.

When Stiles felt the man cum inside of him, all fight left his body and he just dropped like a rag doll on the floor. He let his arms fall like dead weight on either side of him and just stared straight ahead, seeing without seeing how Scott still withered on the floor, locked inside his own agony and apparently unaware of what had just happened. He could still feel tears running down his eyes and his breathing was still irregular, but never the less he remained there, like a used and broken toy, which, he figured out, he was.

Rivers eventually got off of him and stood up, put his clothes back on and walked to the door. Brig turned the electricity stick off and withdrew the collar from around Scott's neck. He unclasped the handcuffs and dragged him completely into the room before stepping out.

"I trust you have learned your lesson" Rivers said to the both of them before closing the door and walking away. Both boys remained on the floor, Stiles breathing getting now shallow and Scott's eyes returning to normal.

When Scott was able to see again, he was greeted with the vision of his best friend lying on the floor, with a look that could only mean he had been broken and he suddenly understood that he had been broken too.

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OMG! Yes… Stiles got raped… This was such a hard scene for me to write and I really hope you guys liked it. I certainly hope you don't hate for what happened to Stiles but I did warn you at the beginning that this story would be dark dark dark…

I can't wait to see your reaction to this chapter and I would love to read your comments about it. Did you like it? Did you hate it? What would you like to see happening next?

I want to thank all of you who in spite of this chapter will continue to read and support this story and I will wait for your reviews so that I can be able to sleep tonight!