Warning, this chapter is also explicit.
Trigger Warnings: Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Humiliation
Flik was alone in the dark. Slate, Blaze, and a few others had dragged him to a small hut on the outskirts of the glade. They bound and gagged him with braided grass and threw him into the small shack to "think about what he'd done." His hands were bound together under his knees, and his feet were tied at the ankles. They had fashioned a leash around his neck much like Thumper's. He didn't know how long he had been like this. Was it minutes? Hours? He wasn't sure, but he tried to keep track of the time by listening to the gang's idle conversation outside. Between conversations, they roughhoused and played card games. He heard a few of them talking about the grain they had in the stores and the amount of food they had taken from Ant Island. Judging by the numbers, there were more than enough rations to get them through the rainy season. Flik began to wonder about the colony's stores. Since the grasshoppers had taken so much food, he worried that the colony wouldn't have enough provisions to make it through the winter, at least not comfortably. He thought the weight of the guilt would crush him. After awhile, he grew tired and his mind drifted to his current situation. His hands and feet ached, the bonds digging into his wrists and ankles. Eventually, his mind and body exhausted, he drifted off to sleep.
When he woke, he heard crackling and popping, and he could vaguely smell smoke. They had built a fire. The grasshopper's conversation grew louder and he could hear heavy footsteps approaching. The leaf partition suddenly parted and exposed two grasshoppers on either side of the doorway.
"So, have you learned your lesson?"
Flik was lying on his side as he tried to look at the grasshopper who had spoken. He did his best to nod in the awkward position and with the rope around his neck.
"Well then, maybe we should let you have some fun." The two grasshoppers grinned at each other then stepped forward into the hut. The last evening light streamed in casting shadows and obscuring the figures at the entrance. Flik's vision was compromised due to his black eye, and it wasn't until they stepped forward into the shack that he recognized them as Slate and Blaze.
Flik's stomach dropped as if he were falling. He wished it was anyone but them, even Hopper.
As he trembled, Slate derisively asked, "What's wrong? You scared of us?"
"Yeah, you don't want to have any fun?"
Slowly, Blaze and Slate came forward, closing the space between them and Flik. Flik shook harder, afraid of what torture they were going to subject him to.
"Now, now, it may take some getting used to, but I bet you'll end up liking it," sneered Slate.
Slate approached Flik and then reared his hand back. Flik tensed and squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating a blow, but what came instead was laughter.
"Oh man, you're too serious! We need to loosen you up a little," said Blaze.
"I can take care of that."
Slate grabbed Flik by the waist and shoulders, flipping him onto his knees with his face pressed to the ground. Flik whined in protest and tried to speak through the gag earning him a sharp smack to the back of the head.
"I thought we'd learned our lesson about speaking out of turn."
The blow disoriented Flik and he tried to regain his bearings. All he was aware of was Blaze in the corner cheering Slate on. Slate gripped the ant's waist with bruising force as he taunted him.
"I guess we'll just have to keep doing this until you learn some manners."
Without another word, Slate forced himself into the ant's body. Flik howled in pain at the intrusion and tried wriggling away from the grasshopper with no success. Slate held him firmly in place as he rutted into him. With each thrust, Flik felt like he was being split in two. The grasshopper panted above him and breathed, "This may hurt now, but it's something you'll get used to." Slate resumed his actions then grabbed the leash with one of his free hands and began tugging at the restraint around Flik's neck. Flik's whole body tensed as he choked, causing Slate to moan loudly, burying himself to the hilt. "God he's tight," grunted Slate, his rhythm increasing. As the grasshopper sped up, he tightened his hold on the rope and yanked harder.
Flik's vision went blurry as Slate continued to choke him with the leash. The hold Slate had on him forced his back to arch and made it difficult to breathe. His knees ached and his face felt raw from rubbing into the grit on the ground, but all of that pain was secondary to the grasshopper inside him. The tearing pain seared his abdomen, and the force of Slate ramming into him made see stars. Flik sobbed into the gag with each thrust, mentally begging the grasshopper to stop. As if Slate heard him, the grasshopper yanked the leash back and thrust into him one final time. A warm sensation spread through Flik's abdomen and he shuddered. He felt lightheaded after being deprived of oxygen and from the pain.
Abruptly, Slate pulled out of the ant, the gag muting Flik's cries. His tears fell on the ground as he trembled. A throbbing sensation spread across his body from his posterior, and he sank into the ground. Before he could recover, Blaze took Slate's place behind him, propping him up before roughly shoving into him. Flik screamed through the gag and writhed in agony on the ground. He begged again for the grasshopper to stop hurting him to no avail.
"Hey Slate, I think he wants to say something. Should we let him?"
"Sure, let's see what our friend has to say!"
Blaze yanked the gag out of Flik's mouth. The ant took a watery breath before speaking, "Please, stop, please . . ."
"Now, now, we'll stop after you learn some manners. Don't worry, you'll come to enjoy it."
Blaze unbound the ant's hands which fell limply to Flik's sides. The grasshopper then roughly pushed down on the ant's back and forced him flat on the ground. He clasped Flik's shoulders with his upper hands while using his lower hands to grasp the ant's waist and resumed his actions despite the ant's sobs of protest.
Flik desperately clawed at the ground, attempting to get away from his assailant, but Blaze had him held fast. He seemed to enjoy the ant's struggles. With each movement, he thrust into Flik harder, causing the ant to wail.
"You're not going anywhere."
Blaze closed his fist and plunged it into Flik's side. Flik gasped as the wind was knocked out of him. He ceased struggling, but Blaze continued to hit him. A hard strike to the side of his head almost made him pass out. After several agonizing minutes, he lifted Flik up as he drove into him. Blaze filled the ant completely, and when he was finished, he unceremoniously dropped Flik to the ground.
"Well, what should we do with him now?" Blaze hovered over the ant as he rolled his shoulders.
"I'm sure we can come up with something."
Not a moment later, Hopper suddenly entered the space. His presence caused a seriousness to fall over the two grasshoppers.
"All right, that's enough. You've had your fun, now go find something useful to do."
Slate and Blaze complied without dispute, and exited the hut without a word.
Flik lay sobbing silently on the ground. Hopper approached him with an unsettling calm, then bent down on one knee towards the ant.
"Do you understand how dangerous ideas are now?" Hopper spoke into Flik's antenna.
Flik flinched at Hopper's words and choked on a sob.
"Don't worry, you still have plenty of time to learn."
Hopper scooped the ant up in his arms and carried him outside.
