Flagg's corpse shaped bag of trash, being non suspiciously dumped into a secluded ravine.
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Out of the darkness, Clyde felt an ache in his neck as his chin rested against his chest. Ow… He rolled his head from side to side, working out the kinks. Did he fall asleep on the couch? His eyes remained clenched shut, and he couldn't help but dread the light that would no doubt lance into them from the living room window. Rocking his neck back and stretching his head towards the ceiling, he tried to arc his spine, but he couldn't.
What?… He yawned, His attention becoming sharper at the feeling of something binding his chest. Trying to bring his hands up to ball at his eyes, he failed at that too and finally cracked his lids, bracing against the brightness that never came.
Looking out through the thin slats between his lids, his eyes widened immediately to take in the area around him… What? Where… Was he? He felt his breath coming in short as his gaze flickered around the room, looking for a single bit of familiarity. Dirty concrete floors stretched into the darkness on either side, and he couldn't see what was behind him, but ahead things lay just barely in his sight. His chest throbbed against the constricting ropes as he strained his eyes to see what lay curtained in darkness.
Shapes. Forms. He didn't know what they were and he sucked in a heavy breath, as he felt like the air was bleeding out of him no matter what he did. Craning his head up revealed a dim, flickering, lightbulb and nothing else. His breath… He breathed, drawing in breath after life giving breath, even as his throat constricted and he felt like he was choking. A rattling cough shook his frame as he swallowed a pool of spit down the wrong pipe and his chest felt like it was on fire.
Was he dying? Was he going to die in this… Building, choking to death on his own spit, during an asthma attack? Tears built in the corners of his eyes at the thought that he'd never get to see his dads again. That he was never going to see his friends again; and they'd never know what happened to him. His chest burning, his consciousness began to fade, until something was forced past his lips and with the push of a plunger, his lungs were filled with air again.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." Someone muttered frantically as they came around in front of him and began checking him over. "Okay… Good…" They sighed, their voice feminine, but his vision hadn't returned enough for him to see her. "Hey, you awake?" They asked him kindly. Though given that they'd apparently kidnapped him, he wasn't sure he was willing to take their concern at face value.
He didn't answer, simply breathing steadily, his chin against his chest again.
"Clyde?" Finally opening his eyes again, at the sound of his name, he was legitimately shocked to find Lana in front of him.
"'F-Fuck! Lana?" He stuttered, a pit forming in his gut. "Are you being kidnapped too? Where are we? How'd you get in? How'd you get yourself untied?" He rapid fired questions at her, barely stopping to gather his breath, now that he had it to spare. "Where'd you find my inhaler?"
"Whoa! Whoa!" Grabbing him by both shoulders, she shook him briefly to get his attention. "Easy." Holding him still, she searched his face for something. "You good?"
He didn't say anything for a few breaths, just inhaling and exhaling to steady his fraying nerves. Then he sighed, "Yeah." And took a few more deep lungfuls of air.
"Okay, good." The twelve year old mechanic stepped back, seaming satisfied. She let go of his shoulder with one hand, but the other she just trailed down his arm, fingers gently massaging his bicep.
With his breathing steady, Clyde focused back on the situation. "Lana," Anxiety still nibbling away at the edges of his mind, he did his best to remain calm. "What's going on?"
She opened her mouth to answer, but before she could she was interrupted by the sound of a door opening, followed by another voice he recognized. "Is he awake yet?" Lola called.
"Yeah." Lana responded, her eyes glaring past him as a frown tugged the corners of her mouth. "I told you we shouldn't have left him alone." Stepping past him, her digits stopped kneading his arm, and she crossed hers in front on her chest.
"Whaaat?" Lola whined, extending the word. "Look at him." The pageant princess entered his field of view and stopped on the opposite side of him from her sister. "He's fine." Spreading her hands, she gestured in his direction, as if to say that his current health meant that he couldn't possibly have been sick in the past.
"He was having an asthma attack when I came in." The other Loud retorted, her expression flat.
"Oh, shit! Really?!" Real, actual, concern bled into her voice and posture, as her eyes widened and her jaw went slack. "Are you okay?!" She nearly screamed in his face.
Blinking both in confusion, and because someone had just screamed in his face, Clyde felt his muscles start to relax. "Yeah, thanks." He nodded. While he still didn't know what was going on, he was starting to pick up that he wasn't in any danger. Not immediately anyway. "Umm…" Shifting in his seat, he flexed his muscles against uncomfortably against the rope. "Not that I'm not delighted to see you both, but could you untie me?"
"Eh…" Lola stalled, the twins looking anywhere but at him. "No?"
"No?'" What? Why? Was the knot too complicated or something? "Why not?"
The twins froze, before Lola burst out "Crap!" Her fists balling up clumps of her hair. "You tell him!" She shot at Lana, and Lola retreated behind him again and escaped his field of view.
"Come on Lola, this is nothing compared to some of the worst pageants you've won, get yourself together." He heard her mutter quietly to herself.
"Uh…" Lana floundered in front of him. "Dang, this… wasn't part of the plan." What? Plan? Taking a breath, Lana visibly steadied her nerves. "We're kidnapping you?" Came out as almost a question.
What? He locked his half lidded eyes on her face, boring a hole in her already shaky confidence. "You're kidnapping me?"
While the news would have sent him into another panicked fit, when he was younger, years of Loud family shenanigans had given him somewhat of a resistance. He wasn't happy; after all, he didn't know where he was, he was tied to a chair, and the grime in his surroundings was rubbing his nerves raw, but he wasn't panicking either. Seriously though, How dirty could a place be!? It was maddening! Taking a steady breath, he soothed himself and focused back on the situation at hand; he didn't really have time to be obsessing over it.
"Alright, alright, alright." Lola marched back in front of him. "This isn't how it was supposed to go, but we're here now."
"How wa-"
"Shut up!" She cut him off, pointing a finger at him imperiously. "We were going to play with you for a bit before we revealed who we were, but we can't do that anymore, so full speed ahead!"
"Wha-"
"I said," She was suddenly in his personal space, her face inches away from his. "Shut up." She murmured, closing the last of the distance and pressing her lips against his own.
He froze. His brain divided between stalling out and screaming in panic, with some flickers of… Something else floating in the gap. Her lips molded against his for a few second longer, before she pulled away.
"Hmm." The pageant princess tried to sound nonchalant, despite the crimson blossoming across her cheeks. "Not bad."
"Hey, no fair!" Lana replaced her twin in an instant, her lips crashing onto his, even as he remained still.
The part of his mind that was panicking tripled in strength, easily overpowering the part of him that was frozen, when he felt Lana's mouth open and her tongue flicked across his closed lips. Her lips mashed against his for another second, before she pulled back and stood side by side with her sister.
"You're our boyfriend now." Lola announced with conviction.
His wide eyes flicked back and forth between them, his jack hanging slack as he struggled to think of a response. So that was the… Big picture… He felt it was generous to say that he'd snapped the pieces of the mystery together; it was really that they'd snapped it together for him. Still… He was conflicted. He wanted to turn them down, but he didn't want to hurt their feelings by being too blunt… On the other hand, they Had kidnapped him… And he had a panic attack and almost died…
"No." Because, given the circumstances, maybe the twins didn't need his consideration at the moment. "Sorry." He couldn't help but add at the end.
"See, we thought you'd say that." Lola said, a smirk quirking the corners of her lips, as her hand slipped into her pocket and retrieved a smart phone. "That's why we're not giving you a choice." Glancing down at the phone, she fiddled with it for a couple of seconds, then nodded to her sister. "Lana."
"Right." The mechanic nodded back, her face set with determination despite the red that dusted her cheeks.
Stepping in front of him, Lana dropped to her knees and inched forward until she was between his legs. Her calloused digits reached out to his waist. He tensed, a bolt of dread locking his muscles as he watched her fingers manipulate the button of his pants. "Stop! What are you doing?" She didn't answer him, grasping his zipper and pulling it down. Heaving against the bindings, his struggled to get away. The chair rocked, one leg at a time rising from the concrete floor, but he didn't have enough leverage to knock over the chair completely. "S-Stop!" His breath became short again, when Lana seized the hem of his pants and boxers together, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to have another panic attack.
Sucking in a breath when his sensitive skin was exposed to air, he grit his teeth and strained against the bindings again, closing his eyes and turning his head… He was left waiting… He could still feel cool air whispering across his twitching member, but that was it… Muscles still tensed, he cracked his eyes open and risked looking back.
Still kneeling in front of him, Lana's face was set with an emotion he couldn't identify, as she simply beheld his flaccid penis. Glancing up, her eyes met his for a second and he put every ounce of his feelings behind his gaze, silently begging her to stop. She didn't stop. Breaking eye contact, the pre-teen girl brought her face closer.
Her warm breath caressed across him and he hissed, his skin tingling at the sensation. Looking down at the twelve year old between his legs he… He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say. How did he stop this? She lunged forward the last of the distance and her tongue snaked from her mouth to trail his entire length, before slipping underneath and slurping his twitching weight into her eager mouth.
Shivering and gasping, he could only watch her helplessly as blood rushed from one head and into the other, his length swelling between her lips. A sudden flash of self disgust forced his eyes away. They may have kidnapped him, but they were twelve… The Loud family was crazier than most families, so… This was about par for the course. The twins were confused, or… Misunderstanding, or something. He didn't know. He fought to keep his breathing steady as his length grew to full and, after waiting half a second, Lana dove as far down as she could, driving him into the back of her throat.
The twins didn't know what they were doing. They didn't actually want him in the way they were saying, they only thought they did… He, on the other hand… Sickness twisted his insides, stabbing through him like his guts were made of barbed wire. He could almost feel himself bleeding out. The warmth, her breath, the suction of her lips, Her tongue scraping along his underside, her teeth ticking his skin; tension that was somehow both elastic and electric twisted in his core.
There was something wrong with him. The twins wee just confused, but he wasn't. He shouldn't be enjoying this, but he was… He was sick, he had to be.
The chill of his spit drenched skin being exposed to the air, as her head bobbed on his lap, sent shivers up his spine. His hips ground and twitched against the binding, out of his control, as a convulsing core of molten pleasure pulsed at his center and he sucked in a desperate breath. He coughed, a wet, hacking, sound. His chin falling to his chest, he could only pant and shiver, his half lidded eyes staring at nothing.
With a final dive, Lana took him as far back as she could. The head of his length slipping down her throat as she held herself to him, despite the gagging sounds she was making. A low keening whine came from the back of his throat, and he felt his entire body lock up, before it seemed to unravel from head to toe. His member throbbed and he couldn't hold on anymore.
The first stream went down Lana's throat and she choked, he eyes widening in surprise, even as she whipped her head off and took the rest in the face. She didn't do anything immediately, still kneeling between his legs, staring at his deflating thickness as his seed began running down her face in gooey lines.
"Ahem…" He blinked, having forgotten that Lola was also there. Her cheeks were tinted red and she seemed like she was torn between looking anywhere else, and staring directly at his dick. "So, Lana…" She slunk towards them, licking her lips. "You good?" Stopping directly behind him, one hand came down on his shoulder and she leaned over to get a better view.
Lana didn't say anything for half a second, but she shook herself and looked up the height of Clyde's body at her sister. "Yeah." She grinned. "Yeah, I'm good."
"Okay…" Lola breathed, "Than remember the advice I gave you."
"Right." The mechanic nodded with conviction.
Bringing her hands up, a sharp slap rang throughout the area as her palm came back across her own cheek with force, and Clyde lurched back in alarm. Another clap rang out when she did her other cheek, followed by another four to each side. The heels of her palms ground into her eyes, while her fingers mussed up her hair and knocked her signature cap askew. Bringing her hands away she quickly slipped one into a pocket of her overalls and produced an eye dropper, which she then squeezed into her red rimmed orbs. Done, she gazed back up at him, looking for all the world like she was suffering.
A phone was lowered into his view and it took him a second, but he recognized it as his. Lola had the camera app open, and with a flash of light Lana's broken image was copied.
"Why?" He rasped, slowly turning to look at her, almost afraid of what he'd see.
"Shhh…" Lola draped herself over his shoulders, and breathed in deep. "That's a nice picture." She tilted the screen so he could get a better look, but he didn't take one. "Let me just save it…" Her delicate fingers navigated menus. "And… Done. There, now you have it in your personal collection." She drew another breath, her nose buried in the crook of his neck. "But you know, I wonder what would happen if I sent this picture to Lincoln." Panic snapped like glass in his brain, his eyes widening. "Imagine that, my big brother Lincoln, just minding his own business, then suddenly he get's a text from his best friend and… Well, I'm sure I don't need to tell you what would happen next."
The clash of fading pleasure, and churning sick, left him unpleasantly queazy where the two sensations met. It was only the linchpin of his constant focus that kept him from displaying the contents of his stomach. He saw Lola's victorious smirk from the corner of his eye and he worked his jaw, but no words came out. His eyes traced back and forth across the area in front of him, staring at nothing and through everything. What did he say?
"What do you want?" He asked, giving up and slumping against the rope. He… Fuck…
"Just let us have you." Lola crooned into his ear, her breath caressing the shell. "Love us like we love you, and no-one has to see what you do to us." Her hands traced down his shirt, her fingers massaging him through the fabric, and he shuddered. Her hands explored him for a few seconds of silence as she waited for his answer, before she pulled back. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything now."
Stepping away, she turned to Lana. "Get him ready for me, please."
"Right." Lana nodded her head, her expression set as she leaned back in and began pressing delicate kisses up and down his soft length.
His breath hitched on his inhale as he felt himself stirring. His sensitive flesh shuddering and twitching under earnest efforts, even as it slowly inflated and stood at attention. Tingling pin pricks formed and faded across his sensitive length; A skin deep quivering that was almost ticklish and almost painful, his unwilling flesh rose to the task once more.
In a motion so smooth, he almost missed it, Lola and Lana switched places. The Loud princess sliding into place in front of him as she sister found her position behind. Lola didn't kneel before him, and Lana didn't lean over though.
Pausing for a moment, Lola took a deep breath, "Okay…" and let it out slowly. Her digits finding their way to the bottom of her skirt, she hiked it up her waist climbed onto his lap to straddle him.
"W-w-what are you doing?" He leaned back in his chair, as far as he could manage, blinking in faint surprise. It… Honestly wasn't that shocking, in comparison to everything else that had already happened… He didn't have it in him to protest anyway…
"Come on, you can do this." She ignored him, as she scooted forward on his lap.
Her hand came down between them and he nearly flinched when her cold digits wrapped around him. Putting her other hand down on his shoulder for leverage, Lola pushed herself up and used her hand to guide the tip to the entrance of her folds.
Closing her eyes, Lola let out a shallow breath and dropped. His rod sliced deep into her, parting her slick walls, which gripped down on him and squeezed. A rumbling moan escaped from her depths and slipped past her lips.
His shoulder muscles strained, as his breath hissed through his teeth. His world was small; just him, the chair, and Lola riding him. But a tickle at his wrists caught his attention. Oh, yeah… Lana was also there… He panted, feeling her fingers work at the rope, until his arms were suddenly free.
His first thought was to push Lola off of him, but he hesitated and his palms found her hips instead. It was no use fighting now, he figured. He inhaled sharply as feathers of sensual satisfaction whispered down his spine and to his core. His hands squeezed down involuntarily and his fingers spread, slipping under the hems of her shirt and skirt… He was a sick bastard, but her skin was so smooth. Heaving for breath, he couldn't help but trace the swell of her hips as she lifted herself on his lap and dropped again, her breath hissing past her lips as she eased back down to his base.
"Haaah, Haaah, haaah" Lola panted on his lap, her head bowed and her chest heaving. "C-come on Lola, it's- Aah!" She rolled her hips and gasped. "It's easy. You can do this."
Lifting her hips again, he shuddered as her juices sluiced down his shaft and her insides clung to him in a vacuum seal, her lower lips grudgingly surrendering every centimeter of his length to the air. As she dropped, she rolled her hips again, and the helmet of his cock furrowed a ring into her inner walls. She froze for half a second, before completing her drop.
"Th-That…" The girl panted. "W-what?" Before lifting up with a sense of urgency and rolling her hips as she dropped back down again. Groaning, her folds slick folds ripples over him as her eyes began to loose focus and roll up. "Th-that's… Oh my god."
Setting as steady a pace as she could manage she rose, lowered, and rolled her hips with a halting rhythm. His rod repeatedly running a ring of her core as he plunged into her, parting her agains and again.
Her hands came down to his chest, bunching up the front of his shirt in her delicate digits, while his slipped further under her clothes. His searching hands reaching down to grasp her ass, the full softness of it molding to his grasp. He squeezed, she gasped, and shuddered, her movements stuttering as her body convulsed. Then she fell limp, her head draped over his shoulder as she panted for breath.
"And cut." His head snapped to the side, because he'd forgotten that Lana was there again. She was standing to the side, holding up his phone to record them. Lowering the camera, she approached them and reached out to pat her sister's shoulder. "You okay?"
Lola didn't say anything for a minute, just slumped over his form as she got her strength back. Then she sat back up again and said, "Yeah, I'm fine." She cast a brilliant smile at her twin. "I don't think he came though." Her brow furrowed as if that bothered her. Turning back to him, she her eyes went up and to the side in thought. "I read that it's harder for guys to cum after they've already done it once." She looked back down at him, meeting his gaze with her own and smiling. "I know that the pace I set was probably hard on you; You must be aching for release. Don't worry, while you had to be delicate with me, with Lana you can be rougher."
That was… Almost a relief. It would be, if everything else wasn't so shit.
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Chapter notes:
Throughout that entire rape scene a really peppy song was stuck in my head… It… Didn't fit the tone I was going for.
On a maybe, or maybe not, unrelated note, if took me way longer than I would have liked to write it. Everything was smooth sailing until the rape, and then… Ah, well, what can you do?
Sorry the phrase wasn't totally correct, Flagg.
The original request, for those who care about that sort of thing, was this: Lola and Lana (aged up to eleven or twelve) seduce and have sex with Clyde. Include the phrase "you had to be gentle with Lola, but with Lana, you could be a little rougher."