The Prince of Darkness
A Continuation of The Slash Saga: My Funny Friend and Me and Birds of A Feather
By Roaming Tigress and Tammy Wraight who gave permission to use the character of Faith Mallard

Chapter Fourteen:
Crime and Punishment

"No, no way . . . " Steelbeak couldn't do it. He still loved that masked mallard even after he his heart was torn from the breakup, and even after all those years of him interfering with his well-laid plans.

"What do you mean you can't do it?!" Negaduck shouted, outraged at his hesitation. "He broke up with you, and you're saying you can't get back at him for it? Don't tell me you're that fucked up to not get some well-deserved revenge. I thought if you could take on a lion, you can take on anything. Boy, was I ever wrong!" Through his frustration, there was a wounded look in his eyes.

Steelbeak looked away from the scolding mallard so he couldn't see the disappointment on his face. "I - I just can't. Dat's all." He hated making Negaduck angry, and it wasn't just because of the risk of getting hurt. It was because he hated to shame him. It meant a lot to him to have the mallard proud of his latest accomplishment, and now he felt terrible for hurting him.

"I'm tryin' my damnest, Negs! Don't give up on me . . . " He pleaded, grabbing hold of the duck's sleeve. "I just want to make youse proud."

"Is that so? Well, you're going to have to try harder!" Negaduck firmly replied, readying himself for a confrontation with his crime fighting counterpart. It had been some time since he's had a real run-in with Darkwing Duck and he was looking forward to having another.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the spyware that you cannot get off of your computer! I am Darkwiiiiing Duck!" The do-gooder proclaimed, coming out of the smoke and dodging a bullet that Faith fired at him.

Darkwing Duck showed up here for two very good reasons. Through a ground-level window he had seen the felons do something to Steelbeak, not knowing they were helping him. Secondly, word had spread to him regarding the disappearance of the lion. He didn't put it past Negaduck and his cronies to be the one responsible for it.

"Hah! You're going to be Dead Duck if I can have anything to do with it!" Faith snarled, firing another shot at Darkwing Duck. This time, the bullet had hit him and he smacked his head hard against the wall as he veered back in shock. The crimefighter was out cold, with blood pouring out through a hole in his side. At least one of his vital organs was damaged by the bullet and he steadily fell into a state of shock.

"Darkwing . . . " Steelbeak said softly, hopping off the top of the cage to take a better look at his wounded ex-boyfriend. He leant down to his side and gently scooped his head in his hands. Disapproving looks came at him from behind, but what he hadn't seen hadn't hurt him.

Standing behind him was Negaduck -- demonized. This time, he didn't just have the horns coming out from the top of his fedora. Sharp and vampire-esque fangs came out from the end of his bill, and aside from his pupils his intense eyes had changed to pure red. This Negaduck had neither love nor sympathy for Steelbeak. To him, he was just another victim to terrorize to the ends of the earth and back.

Faith stood back in shock at her husband's new look, placing a hand to her bill. "Well . . . I've seen everything now!" Her fright didn't last long; she quickly came to like, or rather, love, this new look. To her, he was still Negaduck, only worsened.

"Faith, tie Fuckwing up to a chair, then meet me in the bedroom! I've got to teach someone a lesson . . . " He shouted at her, grabbing the rooster by the back of his pants with a loud growl.

"Right away, hon!" Faith mock saluted, happily darting off to take care of the Darkwing matter. Using a spare chain, she tied him to a chair that she found in a storage room.

"Lets see you try to get out of that, so called 'terror' that flaps in the night!" She scoffed, shutting the door behind her.

Steelbeak instinctively whirled around at being suddenly snatched. When he saw who grabbed him, he was twice as frightened as he was back in the woods when Negaduck was in this fearsome form. This wasn't the mallard he had loved; this was a living, breathing curse as far as he was concerned, a horror that he could not escape from. He desperately clawed at the floor as he was being dragged off down the hall, ignoring the pain from the stub of his pinky finger.

"Lemme go!" A newfound sense of anger kicked into him, and he threw a punch to the back of his attacker. When this was more or less ignored, he bit him on the arm that he was restrained by. Being in the shape that he was, he had even more reason to be defensive.

Bad move.

"You didn't just bite me, did you?!" Negaduck furiously demanded, pinning the terrified Steelbeak onto his back with twice the strength he's had before. There was a red mark on his arm from where he had been bitten, but the iron jaws didn't chomp down with their full power. Nonetheless, he viewed this as an act of defiance and demonized or not, it was rare for his victims to even think of fighting back. Negaduck usually had them practically paralyzed by the fear this had inflicted upon them, and he was frustrated that the rooster wasn't acting like this.

Faith quite naturally and understandably expected her husband to be badly injured when she heard this. She came onto her defense and pointed the gun at Steelbeak, but she didn't fire. Negaduck was getting things right under control and she helped him drag the struggling master criminal down the hallway.

Steelbeak was violently dragged into the bedroom and shoved face-first onto the bed. His arms were roughly pulled back behind his back, and with dread he felt the metal of handcuffs being placed on his wrists and his ankles. Knowing what was coming, he tried desperately to squirm away. Alas, all he succeeded in doing was tiring himself out.

"It's best not to fight back," Faith recommended, feeling herself being turned on by watching her husband's aggression.

"He'll get worse at it if you do."

"Ssssh, Faith! Don't tell him that!" Negaduck hissed under his breath, using The Knife to cut through Steelbeak's black pants.

"Whoops! Bad me!" She squeaked, grinning sheepishly. For now, Faith was content to just watch, just to whet her sexual appetite. Her relationship was secure with Negaduck and knew if she couldn't make out with him now there was always time to do it later. Besides, if she couldn't take control her urges anymore, she wasn't shy about joining in on the fun -- which she'd most likely do.

"Yes, 'bad you'! You won't get any tonight if you keep telling him stuff like that!" Negaduck wryly smirked, pulling Steelbeak's silk boxer shorts down to his ankles after he gave the elastic a hard snap. He firmly placed his knees around his waist and gave him a violent penetration.

"Enjoying it? I hope not!" Negaduck taunted as he heard a moan of discomfort from Steelbeak. He inserted himself further in with an even more aggressive thrust of his well muscled hips.

Domination and intercourse were both normally a turn to Steelbeak, but not this time. Unable to fight against Negaduck's desires, he unwillingly submitted to him. A few tears ran down his cheek as a memory from his childhood slipped back into his mind. He had forgotten all about this memory until now, and briefly he blanked out as it all horridly came back to him.

May 5th, 1966. His mother, Emillia, had caught the young cockerel helping himself to a jar of cookies. Throughout much of his youth, he was often kept half-starved. This forced him to scrounge for food when nobody was around to watch him. Even at this tender age he was sneaky, learning to sneak into the kitchen in the early hours of the morning just to get a bite. Who could blame him?

For the most part the young Valentino Volatili got away with this "crime", but not this time. Emillia grabbed the youngster by the back of his neck and smacked his deformed face as hard as she could. When this wasn't enough she went overboard, kicking him like a piece of trash on the sidewalk.

"Don't you ever, ever take something from me!" She yelled, holding him down with a foot as he tried to get away.

"Y-Yes, mommy!" Valentino yelped, curling up into a ball when he saw her hands reach down to him. From there, she stroked him, but not in the way a mother should stroke her child. To get right to it, she molested him. While his cries attracted the attention of his older brothers, the evil deed was done before they could put a stop to it.

Steelbeak clenched his teeth and cried harder at this part of the recollection. His breathing was heavy and labored, and he cried out.

"STOP! Just stop!"

As Faith had warned, Negaduck's undesired attention only worsened with his pleading and resisting, and it didn't help that his wife had turned him on more with her persuasive nature. She was on top of her husband now, rubbing herself against his body and growling with the pleasure it brought her. There was no waiting later for her!

"Stop? Why ever for? The fun's only begun!" The demonized duck laughed, closing his eyes as he felt himself reach climax that Faith helped him achieve. Following one final push of his pelvis, Negaduck ejaculated inside Steelbeak and held The Knife to his throat.

"Do the deed, Steelbeak." The deed, of course, was to finish off Darkwing Duck - the final test to see what the rooster could really do.

Most characters mentioned in this chapter are © Disney. However, Faith Mallard belongs to Tammy Wraight. If you steal or copy her, expect to die a horrid death.