Author's Note: (this will probably be lengthy, fyi).
This is the disturbing stuff I work on when I'm horribly depressed. And I mean disturbing. Vivid non-con herein, along with violence.
I'm not sure this will receive any attention or if, in fact, it should, since I wrote it for me. (I also rewrote TOS P1 for me, but that's neither here nor there).
It does have a plot (eventually), which you might recognize as the same as for Raven Tootie. That's because this story predates Raven Tootie by five years (I've been writing Darkness Descends on and off for that time). Tbh, I prefer DD to RT, but ymmv.
Lorenzo and Azalea had their captives. Their partner in crime had his. Everything was proceeding swimmingly-Timmy only had himself to blame for his god-sister's predicament, as well as Wanda's. As for Cosmo, he didn't anticipate him rescuing his wife any time soon. Lorenzo and Azalea had fortified their stronghold and made it impervious to magical attack, as far as they knew. Jorgen himself wouldn't be able to enter. As for the Council, they'd be hard-pressed to access the chambers within.
At present, Timmy was staring at him with wide, petrified eyes. His eyes were so beautiful, so sorrowful and expressive. He'd peered into them hundreds of times and it always gave him an electric thrill to see him up close and personal. Though this wasn't his sire, as he wasn't permitted back in his home universe, it was a close approximation, both in age and in temperament. Chloe would've been a nuisance, because she would have talked Timmy out of falling into the trap, if she hadn't been so determined to save Wanda. Chloe's compassion would be her downfall. Likewise, Timmy's selfishness was his.
Then again, Timmy hadn't appreciated the light touch their partner had with Wanda. All Lorenzo needed to do was consult Wanda's pilfered wand to see the pink haired faerie had curled into a ball on the bed. She hugged her knees to her chest and Lorenzo grinned, soaking in her fear. Unlike his home universe, however, he couldn't feed off her energy indirectly through Timmy. There was something to be said for the home team advantage.
He dove onto the bed and pinned Timmy against the covers. Timmy struggled, but Lorenzo had purposefully weakened him to prevent his escape. He captured Timmy's lips in a feverish kiss and Timmy sought to kick him in the groin. Unfortunately for him, the Ironbound was impervious to blows.
Timmy's lips tasted of sugar and he licked them to gain access to his mouth and run his tongue over his bucktooth. The more Timmy attempted escape, the tighter Lorenzo held him. Timmy was warm and pliant against him. He ground his hips into his and moaned, even though it was unlikely Timmy would find this arousing. It didn't matter. While one of his arms crushed Timmy against him, the other slipped down his pants and caressed his penis and balls. Just touching him there hardened Lorenzo further and he found himself leaking pre-cum. He had to take the boy now.
Removing his hand from Timmy's pants, he snagged Wanda's wand, smirked at the use to which he was putting it, and tied him to the bed. Timmy was elevated slightly, turned so that Lorenzo had access to his ass. Another wave of the wand produced lube and Lorenzo stripped, stroking himself eagerly. Timmy might've been saying something, but he no longer heard him. Fuck, the Ironbound could get pretty fucking hot when he was turned on.
He used the wand to divest him of his clothes too and stared hungrily at him for a minute while stroking himself. While he missed the feel of flesh in his hand, this was better. This was harder and hurt more. He could dive deeper into him, too, and hilt himself in him. Timmy would be screaming for mercy and Lorenzo wouldn't care, so long as he was slamming into him and pounding his ass to within a quarter of his life.
Fuck, Timmy was so beautiful he could masturbate to him alone. But, no. That wouldn't be satisfying. Smirking, he used the wand to shift his position again and guided his hand to stroke him too. Lorenzo moaned, unable to hold it back, and kissed him on the lips while both of his smaller hands worked his shaft. No, no, this was too much. He couldn't postpone the moment. And he had all night with him. Why not make the next time last?
Lorenzo pulled back and then, guiding himself inside of him, ensured he was fully within him before he pounded him. His balls slapped against his ass as he hilted himself within him. Timmy was screaming, begging him to stop, and his cries were like music to his ears. Timmy was so warm, the lube so slick that it made fucking him a pleasure, and his walls were so tight that the extra friction was delicious. Every time he plunged inside of him, Timmy screamed and Lorenzo groaned, unable to stop himself from moving faster and harder. Holy fuck, he was tight.
He grabbed his hips so that every time he slammed into him, he braced for impact. Timmy was bleeding around him, the effects of too large a penis inside too small an area. He was also crying, tears streaking his cheeks and falling into his mouth. Lorenzo leaned forward to lap at Timmy's tears and taste his despair.
His hips stuttered and he realized he wasn't going to be able to last too much longer. Pulling himself in and out, in and out, he came hard inside of him. When he was able, he disentangled from him and watched his cum drip out of his ass. He'd also coated Timmy's balls and the underside of his penis with it. Lorenzo leaned forward and nuzzled Timmy's groin, which had the added effect of getting him hard again.
The blood and the cum didn't mix, perhaps because they were two different viscosities. He was fascinated for a minute and he licked Timmy's face to taste his tears. Timmy attempted to head-butt him, but he couldn't move his head far enough.
Lorenzo's hands roamed his body now. He took in his flat stomach, brushed against his ribs, and then caressed his genitalia again. Timmy whimpered and Lorenzo groaned, using magic to suspend Timmy's lower body in midair so that he could plunge back into him. He resumed his earlier motions, thrusting in and out, the cum and lube and blood making it easier to fuck him because he had more lubricant. Of course, it meant that the more he moved in and out of him, the more tender Timmy became and the more it hurt. Timmy was shuddering, sobbing so hard that his whole body shifted with it, and Lorenzo had to hook himself onto his hips in order to keep from falling out.
Normally he didn't have sex with him back to back like this, but it'd been too long and he'd denied himself. Besides, having Timmy and Wanda as prisoners deserved a reward. This time, he made his strokes longer and harder, feeling his balls slam into Timmy's rear and hit his thighs. He hilted himself inside of Timmy again and again; he couldn't control the moans and growls coming out as he fucked him so hard that he knew Timmy wouldn't be able to sit straight for a week.
This time, he was able to last longer than before. He was able to pace himself, gliding in and out, and sweat coated his body. He could still taste Timmy's tears on his lips and when Timmy clenched around him, what he assumed was an involuntary reaction, Lorenzo groaned loudly enough that although the walls in the mansion were thick, he bet Wanda could hear him having his satisfaction with her precious godson.
Yes, fuck, that. He needed to keep clenching around him. It was heavenly on his dick and Lorenzo took the moment to appreciate how very tight Timmy was. Another clench around him and he came again, spilling his load into him. Timmy was still sobbing, as though his tears would do anything but turn him on. Lorenzo panted, collapsing onto him for a minute to peer into his watery eyes.
"Do you have any idea how eminently fuckable you are?" he asked. It was merely a hypothetical and the wand prevented Timmy from spitting in his face. Lorenzo smirked, knowing that was his reaction.
"You need to clench around me again. I love when you do that. Now, do you want another round? Or would you like to take a breather and watch Azalea conquer Chloe? Or our new guest fuck your godmother into submission? How about it? Which would you rather? Round three, Chloe's rape, or Wanda's? Come on, make up your mind, time is ticking."
He knew all three options were equally abhorrent to him. Lorenzo hitched Timmy's legs over his shoulders again and kissed him on the lips. He could go for another round, although he could also wait. It wasn't like Timmy was going anywhere. And it wasn't like he could depend on Cosmo for a rescue. Lorenzo sneered. Worse than no rescue at all.
"Which will it be?"
"Stop…" he pleaded. "I'll do anything you want. Just stop. Please…"
"You're already doing what I want. You're lying there and taking it like a little bitch," he said, snorting. "You really have no idea how much you turn me on, do you? Just looking at you makes me want to take you again and again."
"Leave...leave me alone…" he begged. "Leave Chloe and Wanda alone too. I'll do anything, anything else. Just don't...don't hurt us…"
"Interesting. 'Us.' You really care that much for your godmother and god-sister?"
"Yes," he cried, desperate. "Anything. I'll do anything."
"Tempting, but, no. I'll pass. On the other hand, since you haven't given me a conclusive answer, I believe I will have you again. And then perhaps I'll let you clean up. Have to keep you from getting infected, after all. I don't want to fuck a sick toy."
"Is that all I am to you?" he gasped.
Lorenzo grinned. "You are, first and foremost, my cock puppet. Anything else we can arrange later."
Wanda had no idea who was visiting her. They purposefully kept the lights off and used their magic to stifle her cries and movement. She could, however, hear Timmy screaming and it tore at her heart. Her godson was in agony and there was nothing she could do about it. After the male faerie left her, she curled into a ball while her nether region flared and throbbed from the pounding she'd taken.
Cosmo had never been so rough with her. Juandissimo hadn't either. Cosmo had been soft and loving; Juandissimo maybe less so in terms of tenderness, though he'd been determined to make her scream his name. She still remembered his lips and tongue on her and the way he'd lapped at her. She balled a fist. Even if Juandissimo had insisted on watching himself have his way with her, it'd been better than this. Anything was better than being someone's toy.
She hated that Timmy's first time had been stolen from him, on top of everything else. Timmy should be allowed to be a child for a few more years yet, not forced into this role. And Chloe...Chloe shouldn't have been subjected to this either. As for herself, she'd rather be the one getting hurt than her godchildren. But she didn't have a choice in the matter.
She'd heard Lorenzo's proposal and then the subsequent screams. She curled her hands into fists and dug her nails into her palms. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to kill him and Azalea for hurting them this way. The rage burned within her, competing with her nether regions for which flared brighter.
And Cosmo was nowhere to be found. Cosmo might have abandoned them, for all she knew. She wouldn't let herself think that, but it could be true. After all, her husband was a coward. But to let this happen to all three of them…
Maybe he was getting backup. Perhaps that was it. She worked on controlling her breathing. Lorenzo would know if she screamed, even if it was in fury rather than pain like he'd wanted. It felt like a heavy weight had descended on her chest. But, god, Timmy and Chloe…
"I'm going to kill you," she snarled. "Both of you. How dare you hurt my babies."
Lorenzo laughed and a minute later, Azalea joined in. Wanda's face flushed in rage and she screamed again, a wordless threat. She would. She would dismember them with her bare hands if she had to. And when she was finished, she'd tear the remaining pieces and cast them to the winds.
If she didn't concentrate on her rage, she might succumb to despair instead. Both of her godchildren were crying now, both pleading for her and Cosmo, and it broke her heart. She growled, fighting against her magical restraints. As soon as she was free, it was going to be a bloodbath.
Lorenzo healed him so that he didn't get an infection and panted as he moved in and out of him for the third time tonight. He pulled out just as he was about to cum. He could feel the pressure building in his lower abdomen and he ached with the need to release. Pushing himself over him, he released onto Timmy's face and forced him to drink in his fluids. Cum coated Timmy's hair, his eyelashes and cheeks, and after cleaning himself up, Lorenzo rubbed his penis against Timmy's lips.
"Suck on it," he ordered. Timmy turned his head and Lorenzo jerked it back. Straddling him, he forced himself inside of his mouth and made him suck and lick his shaft. He brought his hands up to caress his balls and pulled himself in and out so that Timmy could tease his tip and then deep-throat him. Yes, just like his home Timmy, this one knew how to hold his dick. Lorenzo was pleased.
"I hate you…" Timmy breathed when his mouth was free for a few seconds. "I hate you."
He couldn't bite down because he was metal. Lorenzo grinned. "I love you too, Timmy Turner. Oh, and by the way, Wanda's listening to this right now. She'll know how good you are at sucking me off."
Timmy blanched and whispered, "No, no, no...Wanda!"
"So, come, Timmy, give her a show," he crooned. "I'm sure your godmother will love it."
Cosmo hadn't run away. Or, rather, he had, but not very far. He had no intention of leaving his godchildren and Wanda at the hands of maniacs. Like Wanda, he'd gotten bad vibes off Lorenzo the moment he'd appeared. Azalea they already knew was a pedophile. So he'd gone to the first person he thought could help-Jorgen Von Strangle. And when they'd realized that Jorgen wouldn't be enough, they'd enlisted a small army.
He could feel what had happened to Wanda through the Bond. He trembled, unfamiliar with her feeling of violation and wary of her rage. Yet her rage was adding to his. How dare someone touch her like that. How dare someone hurt their godchildren. Wanda...his throat was tight and when Jorgen asked him a question, he shook his head. He could barely focus on the here and now because of how the Bond throbbed, demanding reparations and for Cosmo to soothe Wanda.
And he wanted so badly. He wanted to hold her in his arms, kiss her, and erase that other's touch. He wanted to make love to her and remind her that she was everything to him. But he couldn't even see her right now because the damn barriers were too strong.
"We will need to enlist the Council, I fear," Jorgen said, sighing. "Cosmo, you will have to come with us."
"But if I leave, I won't be able to feel Wanda," he protested.
"It may be better if you don't…" Jorgen said, but, despite his words, he looked sympathetic. "Come, Cosmo. There is nothing you can do for her."
He knew he ought to leave. Jorgen was right. But he was loath to abandon Wanda in any sense, especially when she needed him so badly. Tears flooded his eyes and he could hear Wanda screaming in his head. It was only Jorgen forcing the issue that wrenched Cosmo from the building where Wanda was trapped.