AN- This chapter was really hard to write considering the content. And I've never verged into this kind of territory so hopefully I did it justice and it isn't offensive and written appropriately. I want to caution all of my readers to consider this warning before reading. THIS IS A HARD FUCKING M OF THE HIGHEST FUCKING ORDER. THIS IS LITTERED WITH NON-CON SEXUAL ASSAULT! Please use caution before proceeding to read it. I will understand if any of you decide to stop reading after this. This isn't supposed to be a happy fic. It will have its moments but I promise the next chapter will be much better and won't contain as much sexual assault, but the next chapter will have a fair amount of violence and blood shed. So if that's your thing stick around. If any of you are survivors of sexual assault or need to talk to someone about it my inbox is open. I'm not a counselor but I can lend an ear. Love you guys!
Down the Rabbit Hole
Chapter Five
"Buggering fuck." Morston growled, cursing under his breath as he walked into his cabin.
Emma wrapped her arms around herself protectively as the door slammed hard behind him, watching as he peeled off his jacket. "What's wrong?" She asked against her better judgement.
"That filthy bastard double crossed me. He didn't pay what he owed me and now I'm going to have to make him pay. I'm going to have to get my hands dirty." He gritted his teeth as he walked over to a small basin of water, rolled up his sleeves and dipped his hands inside to wash the sea off him. "I should have known better." He berated himself. "The merchandise would have fetched a much better price in a different port town and now we are going to have to move the supply." He said before splashing water on his face and patting it dry with a nearby towel.
"The supply?" She murmured, the words foreign on her lips.
"Yes the supply, you idiot. This is what this is all about. The drug trade in Wonderland is a very lucrative business you fool." He told her. "Do I have to explain everything to you? Women are far better company if they keep their mouths shut and their legs open."
"I hate to break it to you but I'm not one of those women." Emma said, narrowing her gaze threateningly.
Emma stepped back as he crossed the room furiously toward her. She cowarded as he invaded her space, feeling him breathe hotly against her face as she grimaced at his proximity. She gasped as he seized her by the jaw and forced her to look at him.
"I will tame that wild spirit of yours. When I'm done with you, you will be like all the rest. Crying out my name in pleasure as I fuck you without mercy. You will be begging for more." He whispered lustfully against her lips.
His body was nearly flush with her own and she could feel his erection against her leg as he got off on her fear. She shivered trying to swallow the gagging noise that threatening to fall from her lips. No, she wasn't going to go down without a fight. She shifted her eyes to his, her heart beating a wild tattoo in her chest as she slapped him clear across the face with an audible smack. Satisfaction colored her features as his head snapped to the side from the blow and his hand went to stroke his face where there was a red handprint blooming on the surface of his skin.
Emma waited with baited breath for his retaliation but instead was treated to a dark cackle of amusement. She cocked an eyebrow in surprise, wondering what was so funny.
"Oh my dear…" His eyes roved over her body making her feel dirty under his silent appraisal of her body before curling his lips into a smirk as he seized both her wrists, flipping her around and pushing her face down against the bed as she fought him helplessly.
This was it — she thought as he began to lift up her shirt. Tears rolled down her face as he stroked her spine, her lips quivering at his touch.
"God I can't wait to be inside you. To taste your fire as I am deep inside your belly." He drawled out as his fingers brushed against her hip.
Emma whimpered, shoving her face into the mattress as she heard the sound of tearing fabric and felt her torn jeans being pushed down to reveal the rounded globes of her ass. Shame rolled through her as he rubbed the pliant flesh with his fingers, gripping it firmly as he moaned. She felt queasy, her stomach rolling as she sucked her tears back, her nose running uncontrollably as she tried not to choke on her own spit as he pulled down her panties. He pulled her toward him, sticking a boot between her feet to get her to spread out for him.
She screamed against the sheets as she clawed at the sheets — she heard his possessive growl ripple from his chest as he took in the sight of her spread out for him — all the orifices of her body exposed to his greedy eyes. Her body went numb, trying to push her mind away from what was about to happen, her eyes closing as she heard the distinct sounds of him fumbling with the fastenings of his trousers.
Just as he released his weeping cocking, stroking it in his hand as he lined himself up with her entrance, there was a knock at the door. Her eyes shot open, trying to glance toward the source of the sound as Morston released a fural growl of frustration and the door slammed open.
"Can't you see I am busy?" He glanced over the shoulder to see his first mate, a look of distress on his face.
"My apologies Captain but we've made landfall and he is asking to see you." The first mate said.
The captain rolled his eyes, groaning in unconcealed annoyance for the interruption. "Fuck!" He yelled, turning around to face the man in a blind fury as he pushed the items off the nightstand, sending them clattering to the floor. Morston pursed his lips menacingly, the man before him shuttering under his command.
She heard him slam his fists down on the table.
"The man has impeccable timing. Why now?" He grumbled.
"They didn't say sir. But I imagine it has to do with inventory." His first mate supposed.
"Leave us. I shall return in a moment." He bid, waving to him to leave.
The first mate couldn't get out fast enough, stumbling over his feet as he hurriedly left the cabin.
Emma heard the captain inhale sharply before turning back to where she laid against the bed, completely naked.
"My sincerest apologies darling, but duty calls." He canted his head.
Her eyes snapped shut, whimpering in fear as he grasped her chin to address her, and she flinched away from his touch.
"I'm remiss to leave you hot and wanting for me, but we shall finish where we left out when I return." He told her before releasing her.
Her head fell back against the bed and she shoved her head into the sheets to muffle the sobs that wrecked her body, her shoulders shaking as she listened to him fasting his trousers and the faint sound of him tucking his shirt back in.
It felt like never ending silence — like it was hours rather than mere minutes as he fixed his appearance and armed himself. He approached her once more, dropping a kiss to her hair as she hiccuped. "Be a good girl for me while I'm gone." He whispered into her hair before she heard the sound of his footsteps trailing away from her and the sound of the door closing.
Emma opened her mouth to scream, her cries catching in her throat as she crumbled into a heap on the floor. Her hand clamped over her mouth as she shook violently, her eyes burning as tears slipped ceasely from her eyes as she spread her palms out in front of her as she began to arch her back, the taste of bile in her mouth threatening to break free. She sprung forward, coughing and gasping as she wretched.
She sat back heaving, grasping at her throat in pain before hearing the sound of the door open and her eyes widened in fear.
"Miss? Miss? Are you all right?" She heard the sound of Timothy's voice from the door and she sagged against the bed — the world spinning madly around her as she tried to focus her vision on the boy running toward her.
Timothy leaned down, his eyes inspecting her deathly pale face covering in a fine sheen of sweat. Timothy ran over to the small basin off to the side of the room, grabbing a cloth and soaking it in the water before returning to her and falling to his knees in front of her.
Emma gasped as the cold washcloth made contact with her forehead. Her eyes drifted toward the boy, who blotted her face delicately — there was a sincerity to his actions that she felt extremely grateful for.
"I will get you a cup of water." He told her as he moved to grab a pitcher of water and fill the class before returning to her side.
She gripped it in her trembling hands, wrapping her lips around the cup as she downed its contents. Emma sighed in gratitude as she sniffled, eyeing the boy thankfully. "Thank you." She stammered.
"What for?" He asked, his expression one of confusion. "I was just doin' my job Miss."
Emma reached out to stroke his face, her vision still hazy. "Henry." She whispered.
"You are a delirious Miss. Please let me help you into bed." He reached for her hand, guiding it into his own as his other went to her lower back to lift her up off the ground.
The entire weight of her body was placed in this boy's hands as he assisted her onto the bed. Her head hit the pillow as she absentmindedly reached for the sheet and pulled it over her body — her expression devoid of any emotion save emptiness.
"Can I get you anything mam?"
Emma simply stared dead ahead, looking at nothing in particular as the boy's voice faded in and out around her like echoes in a cave.
"Miss?" The boy tried to capture her attention once again as her world faded to black.
Emma's eyes flashed open several hours later, jolting up from bed to scatter against the corner expecting to see Morston. She glanced around the room but he was nowhere to be seen, instead she found Timothy snoring softly in a chair nearby. Her eyes softened at his presence and she breathed a sigh of relief. "Timothy." She crooned, the sound of her voice waking him from his slumber.
"I'm sorry miss. I must have dozed off." He apologized, sitting up into his seat.
"What are you still doing here?" She asked him, curling into herself.
"I was instructed by the captain to look after you while he's away."
"That's really not necessary I-"
"Please mam. It's the least I can do for ya kindness. I can't remember a time anyone has done that for me. You and the chap in the brig are very kind indeed."
"Hook?" Her eyes widened in recognition. "You were with Hook?"
"Aye miss." He nodded in confirmation. "Before I forget he asked me to give ya a message." He remembered. "He told me that he's coming for you. He will get you out if he has to die to do it."
Emma closed her mouth into a tight-lipped smile as a few tears rolled down her face. He was going to get her out.
"He said he would return you to your family." He added on. "Henry?"
She looked at him expectantly, wondering where he had heard that name before. "How do you know Henry?"
"You said his name in your sleep madam. Who is he?" He questioned curiously.
"He's my son." She breathed out, tilting her head up toward the ceiling.
"Where is his father? Your husband?"
"Gone." She answered, swallowing hard.
"I'm sorry. A boy without a father is not a life I would wish for anyone." He alluded to his own past.
"I'm sorry Timothy. I shouldn't have-"
"No you were just ansaring my question." He provided.
"He's about your age, you know." Her eyes flickered over to his.
"He's very lucky to have you." He asserted.
Emma allowed herself a small smile to tug at the corners of her lips at the compliment, but it was short lived as her mind drifted off to the impending danger she faced. "How long do you expect the captain will be gone?"
"We will be in port for a few days I gather. It varies depending on business." He replied.
"The business being?"
"Addictive substances milady. This land grows many-a plants to harvest into all matter of psychedelic drugs."
"I figured as much but thank you for confirming my suspicions." She gave him a polite nod of understanding. "Just how addictive are they?" She asked, fearing the answer to her question.
"A single drop could cause a mind fog. Several drops and you lose all feeling in your body and you drift in a near euphoric state, your mind completely blank. A couple more and you pass out. Ingest enough and it's lethal." He explained.
Emma opened her mouth and closed it, silently contemplating the information she had just received as her mind drifted off to Killian's confession. She wiped her dry nose at the thought of Killian taking it so he didn't have to feel pain — she mourned for him. "Is there any chance I could see him?" She asked him, looking up at him with red tear streaked eyes.
"I don't know, miss." He shook his head, skeptical of her request. "It is risky."
"Please Timothy. I have to see him. I… I love him." She choked on her own confession.
"He will be relieved to hear that."
"Please. Let me tell him myself." She begged. "I can't- I can't lose him without him knowing how I feel." She plucked at the sheets underneath her.
"I make no guarantees but I will try my best." He assured her.
"Thank you."
Days had passed since their arrival on the ship and he spent those days sitting in a dark damp cold cell — although he had far worse accommodations in the past. The surgeon had been visiting him periodically to check on the healing process and remarked that it was coming along nicely. If he had any chance of breaking out of this hellish prison he was going to need to be healed up to take on the men standing in his path to escape. After all this time had gone by he was starting to wonder why he hadn't received a visit from Morston. It wasn't like him to miss an opportunity to taunt him — but most of all he was dying to hear about Emma.
He had spent night after night under the sunless sky of Wonderland seeping in from the ports on the opposite side of the cellblock thinking of her — his mind tossing and turning imagining the best and worst case scenarios. But most of all he mapped out the contours of her face in his head — the way her blonde hair brushes her creamy face — the way her melodic laughter pierces his ear drums and draws a smile to his lips. He had grown quite accustomed to relying on his memory of her to get him through the sleepless nights in the Enchanted Forest so the previous restless nights had no effect on him.
Killian paced the small length of his cell, listening to water drip overhead to pass the time, the putrid humid air filling his lungs as he walked back and forth. He looked above at the rafters crisscrossing overhead as an idea formed in his head.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ready for a fight."
"I've never known you to need to get ready for a fight. I thought it was a natural state."
Killian glanced up, his eyes searching for a low hanging beam until he spotted one. He glanced around his cell, his arms stretched out in front of him in an attempt to find a way to reach it. His eyes fell upon the rungs between the metal bars. He walked toward it, reaching out his hand to shake it to make sure it was sturdy enough to support his weight. He carefully heaved himself up onto the first rung before stepping to the next until he was able to reach the beam, his head hovering over it.
Yes, this will do quite nicely.
Killian jumped down, landing flat on his feet with a slight bend in his knees. Killian slipped off his leather duster and relieved himself of his vest before pulling off his shirt leaving him only in his boots and his leather pants. He splayed his fingers over the bandages wrapped around his torso, and prodded his wounds. It was still painful but it was manageable. He circled his cell, finding a discarded pile of old wrappings and began securing it around his hand using his teeth before tying it off into a knot to prevent him from getting calluses on his palms.
Turning his attention back to the cell bars, he helped himself up using the holes in the bars until he reached his destination. He inhaled deeply, gripping the wooden beam and let himself hang onto it for a moment, testing it's structural integrity before bearing down on his teeth, pushing himself up until his chin reached the beam.
The muscles in his upper arms shook as he repeated the action, allowing his body to get used to it until he felt comfortable enough to raise himself up comfortably toward his goal. He eased himself up and town, tightening the core muscles in his abdomen before falling back down on the bars. He tensed, grunting as he exerted himself, pushing his limits as he too prepared for a fight. He put all his frustration into his exercise, sweat beading his brow, rolling down his face, basking in the intoxicating burn in his shoulders rushing over him. Killian felt the strain in his arms, his veins rising to the surface as he curled his feet at his ankles, his eyes slamming shut against the natural high he experienced from the testerone coursing through his body. He refused to yield until his arm gave out, he thought to himself as the defined corded muscles of his upper back stretched — getting stronger with every pass of his chin.
He carried on for several minutes, counting silently in his head before he heard footsteps in the distance. His gaze shifted to the source and bit down hard on his lower lip to conceal a cry of pain as he released himself from the beam and stumbled to his feet to greet his guest.
Killian felt his shoulders sag in relief as he recognized the boy he had met several days earlier. "Boy am I glad to see you." He breathed heavily, wiping the spit from his mouth as the muscles in his chest contracted with every breath he took.
"Shhh." He whispered, pressing his finger to his mouth.
Killian's eyebrow shot up curiously, glancing from side to side to look for approaching danger.
Emma emerged sheepishly from off to the side — tears gathering in her eyes at the sight of him alive and well.
"Emma… Emma it's okay lass." He chided, pressing his sweaty forehead against the bars of his cell as his hand cupped hers. "Are you all right? When I didn't hear from you I thought the worst." He shook his head, not being able to fathom losing her.
"I'm fine. I'm fine." She repeated, her lower lip quivering as she lowered her head. "Physically anyway." She tacked on.
Killian's face shifted angrily at her words. "What did he do? I won't stop until he ceases to breathe." He threatened.
Emma wept silently, unable to form the words that she wanted to say but she prevented herself from doing so. All she wanted to do was feel the comfort of his warm embrace around her. She longed to feel his arms wrapped safely around him as she breathed in his scent. "I can't." She shook her head, swallowing her cries.
"Did he?" The words nearly died on his lips, knowing he didn't want her to answer it.
"No. No." She said. "Not yet but-"
Killian visibly relaxed but he knew there was more that she was telling him. He pushed his hand further through the bars, twining their fingers together in silent encouragement — it was then that he noticed her state of undress. She was standing in front of him wearing nothing but a long men's shirt with a low neckline.
"What did he do?" He growled lowly.
"He almost-" She began before clamping her head over her mouth to stifle her sobs as she remembered what had transpired days ago. "But he didn't… he was interrupted."
"Thank the Gods." He tilted his head back as he sighed.
"He touched me." She confessed. "He touched me and I didn't want him to." She sniffled with bloodshot eyes. "Killian, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have let him-"
Was she blaming herself for the actions of a mad man?
He felt the fury rising up inside him, threatening to break free. Not only had Morston touched her intimately against her will but he had also made her feel the shame of his torrid actions. "Lass. Lass." He tried to calm her down. "Emma. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. He did this. Not you. Him." He reasoned with her. "You are not responsible." He tried to convince her. "You are the strongest person I know. Do not let him make you feel any less than yourself. Your world has filled your mind with notions that it is your fault. He forced himself on you. You did nothing wrong. Don't let yourself believe that you have anything to do with it."
"I can still feel him crawling against my skin. I feel dirty and used — disgusting." She told him as she gripped his hand tightly.
Killian bowed his head, slamming his arm against the cell, the metal reverberating underneath him as he let out a pained wail. "I shouldn't have allowed it to happen. I should have been there, damnit. I should've protected you from him." He cursed himself in frustration. "I could have stopped it." He stammered.
"I know." She affirmed, reaching up to slip a hand through the bar to stroke his face.
"I would die if he-" He swallowed hard. "I need to get you out of here. We don't have much time. I think we should make a plan to slip off the ship while he's gone."
Emma nodded in agreement.
"Oh well, isn't this a sickeningly sweet display…" The voice of Morston filled the cell block.
Killian clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing in what could only be described as murderous glare toward the ship's captain.
Morston was flanked by two of his crew members, his arms crossed as he regarded the scene before him carefully. "Imagine my surprise when I arrived back to my cabin to find that she was missing." He pointed to Emma, who glared at him. "Such a naughty girl." He tisked. "Remove her." He commanded.
"What? No… no…" She pleaded as one of the men pried her from the cell bars by the waist and hoisted her to their chest as he dragged her off, fighting in their grasp. "Killian! Killian!" She called after him desperately.
Killian screamed at the top of his lungs, his dark locks sticking to his forehead obscuring his vision as he began to kick the cell with his steel toe boot. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you." He spat through the bars as Morston leaned forward until his face was up against the cell bars.
"I'd like to see you try." The man challenged with a devious smirk.
Killian sank his hand between the bars, grabbing a fist full of the man's shirt and pushing him against the bars. "I could kill you where you stand, demon." He looked him up and down murderously.
The man cackled with glee, removing his grip from his shirt and stepping back. "See to it that Captain Jones is appropriately dressed and have him brought up to my cabin." He directed the remaining member of his crew.
"Aye sir." He nodded in understanding.
"I want the captain to watch as I defile his love and hear the delicious moans that I elicit from her beautiful mouth as a plunge into her." He mused to himself before taking off toward his cabin.
He needed a plan and he needed it NOW.
Emma was thrown into the cabin, her heart thundering in her chest as she grabbed her discarded pants from the corner of the room, and shook them out for the vial of liquid. The vial in question stumbled out from its hiding place, rolling onto the floor. She bent down to pick it up, checking the door off to her side as she hurriedly popped the cork and filled the eyedropper with its contents and shoved it into the cup of her bra where it could be easily accessed. She placed the cork back onto the bottle and stowed it away in the inner pocket of her jeans and threw them back onto the floor.
She backed up toward the far wall to distance herself at the sound of the door opening — it was Marston.
"I hope you are ready my dear. God knows I am." He rasped.
Emma's eyes fell upon the erection brushing against his pants and her lips curled in disgust. With her palms spread against the wall, she sidestepped away from him as he approached her — unfastening the laces of his trousers as he closed the distance between them.
His hand slapped the wall behind her and she shuttered under his towering form.
He smirked at her as he released his aching arousal from the confines of his pants and began to slide his hand over his length. "Watch." He barked in command. When Emma didn't move to train her eyes on his ministrations, he grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed her onto her knees, holding her there in his firm grasp as she was forced to watch him pleasure himself. "I said watch."
Emma heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and three sets of footsteps stumbled into the room. She glanced around his legs to see a pair of familiar black pants attached to feet dragging against the floorboards. She glanced up seeing Killian struggling against his captors as he was ushered into the room.
"Ah. The last member of our party is here." Morston greeted him with spread arms as he turned to face him, his swollen cock bobbing against his stomach with pride.
The sight of it made Killian sick to his stomach.
"Don't be fucking rude." Morston spat, pulling Emma up for her hair to look at Killian, who had a furious look on his face.
"Killian…" She said, her hands wrapped around Morston's hold on her to ease the tension he was creating.
"She is a sensual little thing." He brushed his knuckles against her cheek before releasing her onto the floor with a thud. Morston strode over to Killian, leading with his chin as he faced him head on.
Killian gritted his teeth and cocked his head back and brought it down hard against the other man as he shifted trying to break free.
Morston smiled, drawing his hand to his lip that began oozing blood. He dipped his finger into the trail of blood left behind by Killian, and rubbed his fingers together laughing. Morston nodded to his men and Killian was pushed down onto his knees into a kneeling position by his shoulders.
Killian bit down on his jaw, clenching it as he glared at Morston.
"That is much better." He admired Killian's submissive stance as he lifted Killian's chin to his gaze.
Killian frowned, tilting his head as Morston's blood was smeared onto his cheek. "Bow." He gritted out. When Killian didn't bow his head he tried again, "I said bow you useless cunt. Bow or I kill her." He threatened.
Killian glanced over him, watching as Emma looked on, not bothering to notice as he silently instructed the men to push him down with a palm against his back into a bowing position. He averted his gaze as the man gripped his hardness and began tugging it into submission in front of him in a display of male dominance. "You are disgusting." Killian said gruffly, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
"Oh this isn't for you. This is for me — well that depends how you look at it." He alluded with a menacing smirk.
"What the hell are you-" Killian drawled out, confused by his words before he felt the man's cock unceremoniously slip past his lips.
"That's enough of that smart talking mouth of yours." He bit back a moan as he gripped Killian by his hair and thrust himself down his throat.
Killian gagged, his eyes watering as he choked around him.
Morston titled his head back in a heady possessive groan at the feel of hitting the back of the pirate's throat as he held him down — reveling in the other man struggling against him, his nose buried against the thick nest of curls resting above his hardon. He shook in delight as he brought the pirate to heel — effectively silencing him. "Fuck." He growled gripping his hair for purchase before pulling Killian off of him and pushing him backwards after his display of control.
Killian stumbled backward, leaning back on his knees as he coughed and wheezed, saliva dripping from his mouth.
"Anyone else want to try the pirate?" He asked as the men around him followed in laughter. "I highly recommend it."
Killian glared at him, his pupils dilating with anger as he spat out the taste of him. "The first thing I take is the appendage you seem all so attached to." He knitted his eyebrows together as he muttered his dark promise before spitting the rest of the man from his mouth.
"It's good to know your mouth can be put to more useful things." He licked his lips obscenely. "Now you are going to watch as I take everything away from you. Starting with her." He pointed toward Emma — the realization donning on him that she had just witnessed the captain assault his mouth. He buried his head in shame in recognition.
Morston lifted him up to meet his gaze, smiling in delight and the pirate's pain that elicited his own pleasure. "If you as much as flutter your eyes closed I will kill her." He barked out in warning. "On your feet." He raised his hand into the air.
Killian struggled onto his feet, his head rolling as he felt the cold unforgiving metal of shackles being tightly buckled on his only hand, as he tried in vain to remove Morston's taste from his tongue.
Emma watched as he was shoved against a pillar in the middle of the room and the other shackle was locked around it. Her eyes watered at the sight of him — his jaw clenched in aggravation.
"It's okay." He mouthed to her in reassurance.
"Leave us." Morston told his crew dismissively.
Once the footsteps subsided, a harsh silence fell over the trio as Morston poured himself a generous glass of rum and dipped it back, gulping it until there was nothing left.
"I love you." Emma mouthed before her line of sight was covered by Morston's body.
Morston stared down at her like a predator encountering its prey and leaned in to only have her crawl away from him.
Emma got onto her hands in knees, trying to get away as he gripped her ankle and pulled her roughly back to him.
Morston got her onto her back, holding her wrists above her head as he straddled her.
"No." Emma fought back against him as Killian watched on helplessly — a cry of agony bubbling up in his chest threatening to break free from its hold.
Killian yanked on his chains desperately as he heard her scream as Morston tore the shirt in half down her body.
Emma closed her eyes shut as she felt her panties being pushed down her legs as tears fell from her eyes — continuing to struggle against him.
Morston smiled in a cringy manner, delighting in her fight. He reached underneath her ankles, pushing them up and onto the bed to turn her onto her back before covering her with his body.
She cried as she heard the sounds of rustling fabric as he drew his trousers over his hips so that they rested underneath his buttox.
Morston wrapped his hand around his pulsing member, thrusting it up into his hand as he worked the tip of himself with his thumb, rolling the beads of precum that leaked from it. He arched his back, the memory of being buried in the pirate's mouth assaulting his brain as he rutted into his fist. He stilled his movements, gripping Emma's chin with his empty hand and tilted her head toward Killian.
"Watch him." He commanded. "I want you to watch him as a fuck that pretty little cunt of yours. He should know what a filthy slut you are for my cock."
Emma whined, shaking her head violently as he rocked his hips against her.
Morston closed his eyes, lining himself up with her entrance, the head of his cock teasing the outside of her opening — the distraction it provided giving her time to reveal the eyedropper laced with an unknown substance.
Killian held his breath, unable to turn away from what was about to happen, completely unaware of what Emma was doing underneath Morston's body.
When Morston opened his eyes to glare down at her lustfully, she probed the tip of into his mouth but before she could hold down the pipet to administer it he knocked it away from her and it fell to the floor.
Killian craned his neck toward the source of the noise, noting the pipet that laid down on the ground. His head popped up the sound of Emma howling out in pain as the man twisted her wrist. "Stop!" He demanded, he continued to test his bounds to no avail.
"You're little bitch tried to poison me." He seethed down at her before lifting his hand and giving her a firm slap in the face.
Emma gripped her cheek, breathing heavily as her eyes darted from the man above her to a distraught Killian.
"If she loves to play with poison… let's give her a taste." He suggested rising up to pick up the pipet from the floor.
Killian began to kick at anything he could reach, knocking over a chair in the process as he screamed, fighting against the chain that held him in place. "No! Please! No! Don't!" He pleaded with the man desperately, his face contorting in pain.
"Are you volunteering?" He asked, cocking his head to the side as he strode over to him, waving the small pipet in the air.
"Please no. I can't." Killian shook his head. "No." He winced, his brow furrowing as the other man approached him.
Morston crowded him and he lifted his eyes above him, unwilling to make eye contact with the pirate captain as he glowered. "I asked." He snapped at him, gripping his chin to look at him. The man leaned down, searching his eyes as he released a humorous laugh. "I asked 'are you volunteering?'"
"Forgive me if I take your silence as a consent." He said as if he was well-mannered and gripped his cheeks, tapping on one in an attempt to get Killian to pry his mouth open. "No?" He mocked in disappointment. "Open up."
Killian clamped his mouth down shut, unmoving under the man's threat before the man pinched his nose to seal off his breath.
"No." Emma cried up on all fours, clutching at the sheets underneath her. "You'll kill him!" She yelled, watching as his face reddened and his eyes started to drift into the back of his head, his cheeks filling with air as he struggled to hold his breath.
Killian's eyes widened, darting up to the man in front of him before unwittingly opening his mouth, breathing gulps of air before the pipet entered his mouth and the plunger was pushed down releasing several drops onto his tongue. He attempted to spit it out before it could be fully ingested but Morston sandwiched his head with his hands, putting pressure on it as he was forced to swallow it.
"For your sake I really hope you survive this…" Morston whispered lowly into his ear.
His world shifted around him, the room spinning madly as he stumbled where he was chained as he began to sweat profusely.
Emma clamped her hands around her mouth in horror watching as a number of emotions crossed his features — hurt, pain, disgust, hate.
He felt tingles work over his body, claiming him and carrying him into the darkness before his entire body started to go numb as his vision faded to black and he collapsed.
"Killian!"
The sound of her voice piercing his ears was the last thing he heard as he fell hard and fast into the abyss, his head hitting the floor as he slipped into unconsciousness.
AN- The thought occurred to me that there were a lot of chances for Killian to land a couple blows to Morston but for the purpose of the story I just can't yet. I really wasn't sure if I had really crossed a line with the non-con in this chapter. Male on male sexual assault is rarely written or seen or even talked about, and perhaps this fic could stop the stigma behind it because it is definitely going to affect him and both their experiences will be brought up in future chapters. I don't plan to leave this as just a plot device. It will realistically be brought up over time. If any of you are struggling with sexual assault. You can talk to me or talk to someone else for help. You are not alone.
P.S. I've started a writing playlist for this story that is specifically pirate themed. It is called "A Pirate's Life is Forever" and you can find it on spotify.