A/N: Last graphic chapter! Thanks for being patient and for reviewing! It's recovery after this.


Hopper took long strides as he made his way to his room. The leash around Flik's neck trailed behind him, and the thought of the ant restrained brought him pleasure. He was going to make sure Flik learned his place.

As they passed by the rest of the grasshoppers, the gang began to hoot and holler. All the noise riled Thumper up and sent him into a frenzy. Even in Flik's dazed state, Thumper's presence made him tense. The gang continued to whistle and taunt the ant as Hopper entered the hut.

"That's enough!" Hopper turned and shouted. "And keep him quiet," he gestured at Thumper.

Immediately, the gang fell silent and waited until Hopper officially left before they resumed any conversation.

Once they entered the hut, Hopper set Flik down on a woven rug in the center of the room. Flik warily took in his new surroundings. If not for the circumstances, there was nothing inherently ominous about the space. In fact, it was so mundane, he couldn't believe that someone like Hopper inhabited it. The oversized bed was adorned with a cream colored blanket and fluffy cotton pillows. A large chair took its place comfortably in the corner, a wicker cabinet standing next to it.

Flik felt eyes boring into him and gazed up at Hopper. The large grasshopper loomed above him with a scrutinizing stare. He wore an unreadable expression, one that made Flik uneasy. When Hopper noticed Flik staring, his brow furrowed and he suddenly turned and approached the cabinet.

Hopper opened the cabinet and procured a bottle from inside. He unstoppered it and drizzled the contents onto his fingers. A sweet aroma filled the air with an added spice that Flik couldn't quite distinguish. As Flik watched, the grasshopper slicked himself with the oil. Flik's eyes went wide before he squeezed them shut and whimpered.

Hopper smirked at the ant's reaction. The fact that he knew what was to come gave Hopper a twisted sense of pleasure.

Hopper reached the ant in two long strides and knelt down beside him.

"Have you learned to be good?"

Flik only responded with a small whimper.

Hopper rolled Flik over on his back and spread his legs apart. The sudden movement caused Flik's eyes to flash open. Flik looked at his captive fearfully, but noticed Hopper merely gazed at him with impassivity.

"Have you?"

Flik nodded carefully in response, afraid to speak.

"Good."

To Flik's surprise, Hopper removed the rest of his bindings. With slow movements, Hopper pressed his fingers inside the ant. Flik gasped as Hopper curved his fingers and gently pressed into him further. Suddenly, Flik felt a jolt of sensation that spread from his abdomen to the tips of his fingers. He felt a heat building in his stomach with each movement and he moaned.

Hopper watched the ant's reactions with curiosity. The expressions and the sounds he was making enticed the grasshopper to go further.

Hopper withdrew his hand suddenly and Flik flinched at the absence of Hopper inside of him. The grasshopper's fingers were quickly replaced with something with more girth. Slowly, Hopper carefully entered the ant. Unlike the others, Hopper took his time entering Flik, which made the act more tolerable. Despite the gentle approach, the soreness from the previous actions caused a stinging and burning pain. Flik could feel every millimeter as Hopper pressed all the way into him.

The ant felt hot and tight around Hopper. He held Flik down by the shoulders and gripped his waist. Hopper grunted and began to thrust slowly into him. As he began to move, the ant started to flail and cry in his grasp.

"No, please, no! It hurts! It hurts . . ." Flik gasped out.

Hopper deepened his thrusts and gripped Flik's waist harder. "Listen to me. You will never say no to me." He stilled before continuing, "You belong to me. No matter what you do, where you go, or whoever else fucks you, you will always belong to me. Do you understand?"

Hopper punctuated his sentence by pressing deeper into Flik's body.

Hopper took Flik's chin between two fingers. "Answer me."

Flik slowly nodded, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

Hopper didn't say any more and continued his movements. Each thrust was agony. Hopper felt bigger than Blaze and Slate. With each thrust, it felt like he was going to be torn in half. Unexpectedly, Flik felt the jolt in his abdomen again and he cried out. The grasshopper moaned above him and quickened his pace. Each movement stimulated a spot inside Flik he hadn't known was there. The sensation continued to build inside him. Flik thought he would burst from the feeling and became desperate to find relief from the odd sensation. The feeling intensified with each of the grasshopper's thrusts and he moaned, tilting his hips upward to reach that spot inside him.

Hopper picked up Flik's right leg and bent it back, reaching deeper inside the ant. Flik moaned again in response and leaned further into the grasshopper, giving him better access to that sensitive place in his abdomen.

"That's a good boy," Hopper breathed.

Flik glowed at the thought of being a good boy, that he was doing something right. After all, all he ever wanted was to please. He tried so hard to make his fellow ants happy to no avail. Still, he felt a flood of shame and heat rose to his cheeks. This was Hopper, the tyrant who had tormented his colony for years, who had taken him away and tortured him. If he tried to fight back, Hopper would hurt him more. He couldn't escape what the grasshopper was doing to him, and a part of himself wanted to give into the ecstasy.

Hopper hadn't expected the ant to be this good. The sounds he made, how he fit warmly and snugly over him, it was enough to send Hopper over the edge. With each thrust, he could feel the ant's body contracting around him and he knew he was close. Hopper bent Flik's leg back so that his knee was touching his chest.

Flik could feel the pressure building more and more inside him. He twisted his face in a mixture of pain, confusion, and pleasure, conflicted at what Hopper was doing to him. He finally gave in, arching his back and moaning loudly.

Hopper grit his teeth as the ant tightened around him. He watched as Flik screwed up his face and arched his back, succumbing to the pleasure. Now that Flik had reached his climax, his face changed from elation to despair. Hopper's own face twisted into a savage smirk, groaning as he reached his own end. Hopper filled the ant completely and continued thrusting even after he had finished.

Flik couldn't quite believe what had happened. With the strange sensation gone, all he felt now was shame. He let out a strangled sob as the realization of what happened dawned on him.

"You can pretend you didn't like it, but your body says differently," Hopper sneered, removing himself from the ant.

Flik curled into himself and wept, the humiliation and the shame from the day built up and spilled down his cheeks.

Hopper enjoyed seeing the ant breakdown. He reached down and took hold of Flik's waist, deftly flipping him over onto his stomach. There was none of the preamble from before as Hopper roughly entered him without warning. Flik wailed in pain and balled up his fists. There was no pleasure this time, only an aching pain.

Within minutes, Flik felt warmth flood his insides and he shuddered at the sensation.

Hopper stayed inside him even after he finished.

After a few seconds, Hopper spoke, "You don't think we're done yet, do you?"


The weeks passed in a blur. Flik learned to recognize the footsteps of his captors. Some hurt him worse than others. Surprisingly, Hopper was the least brutal. He would feel relief every time he recognized his footsteps. He even felt some pleasure during his time with the grasshopper.

Slate was the worst. One day, after Slate had his fill of him, he tied him to the boulder and repeatedly struck him with Thumper's leash. He couldn't remember the reason why Slate had done it. Ultimately, it was out of boredom. The rest of the gang cackled hysterically as they watched.

Flik remembered the warmth of his blood trickling down his back against the chill of the cold. It had been the first winter snow.

Today Flik heard an unidentified set of footsteps approaching. He tensed at the sound and drew his knees closer to his chest. When the leaf partition opened, Flik realized it was Hopper's brother, Molt.

"Hey, little guy, you okay?"

Flik buried his face in his arms and began to tremble.

"Shhh, hey, I'm not gonna hurt ya," said Molt. As he examined the ant he continued, "Oh gosh, what have they done to you?"

Flik was covered in a multitude of marks and bruises. The contusions around his waist and shoulders were in the shape of hand prints. Dried blood crusted around his face which was so swollen he was almost unrecognizable. His left eye had swollen completely shut. What Molt could see of the right eye was bursting blood vessels. Ligature marks spread over the small ant's neck, hands, and ankles. The bonds that had been around his wrists and ankles had rubbed the exoskeleton raw, exposing the flesh underneath. Molt kneeled down on the ground to get a better look and his knee came into contact with warm fluid. Gently, he reached and turned the ant over. What he discovered were deep lacerations covering the ant's back. Most had scabbed, but some had opened and were bleeding.

Molt cringed at the sight and was about to leave to find medical supplies when Hopper suddenly entered the room.

Molt looked up at his brother, his eyes filled with concern. "Hop, I don't think he's okay."

Hopper passively gazed at the ant. "He's still alive isn't he? I told you before not to meddle in this," Hopper said glaring at his brother.

Molt winced at the callousness of his brother's tone. "I-I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if he was okay. The guys have been rough with him."

"It's warm enough to travel, so we're leaving now. Get him and get ready," said Hopper abruptly.

He exited the room leaving Molt and Flik alone.