This chapter is very dark. Again, please do not read if you are sensitive to rape.
If you are a sadistic fuck like me, then please enjoy. This chapter is ultra long, couldn't figure out how to break it up, so you get it all at once. It is my first time ever actually writing a sexual scene... so I apologize if it is a bit... not good, I guess. It was difficult for me to get through it 0
I stagger back until I can feel the metal door against my back. Pitch stands, unmoving, watching my reaction with an amused smile. I don't think I have ever felt like this before; like a caged bird about to be killed by a cat. I don't have my staff, and this just happens to be one of the only times in my 300 years I have actually NEEDED my staff. My mind races, what can I do, what can I say, but I come up short. I don't know what he did, but I assume he is going to torture me. I have never been tortured before… I heard it can make you do or say literally anything.
But no matter what he does, I won't join him. That is the only thing I was sure of.
After another moment of him watching me panic, he casually examines his nails. "I suppose I could let you sleep through it again…" He seems to ponder for a moment, before smiling at me with an evil smile again. "But, I am curious to see how you react."
"React to what?!" I bark, getting tired of this. "You can torture me all you want, give me horrible nightmares, I don't care, Pitch! You'll always be alone! I'll get out of here eventually, just you wait. But you'll still be miserable!" I point my hand at him, accusingly. "You'll always be alone like this. No one is afraid of you anymore, no one will remember you. As long as you try to hurt others, you'll always lose! Me and the guardians will make sure of that!"
I feel somewhat confident in what I said, but Pitch seems to be unmoved, His smile, however, fades.
"Alone?" He says, taking a step forward. Scoffing, his smile returns. "Now, now Jack, I'm not alone anymore." Pitch steps over to me, until he is towering over me again. He leans down close to my face, and before I can slip away again, I feel his long fingers wrap around my neck and push, restricting my breathing. Immediately I grab at his hand and claw at it, and watch as he slowly leans in and puts his lips to my ear. "Because now I have you."
I am about to begin clawing at his face when I feel his hand around my neck yank me forward towards him, before quickly slamming my head back against the metal door behind me way too hard. A wave of disorientation assaults me before the pain does, and sparkles liter my vision. I gag and choke violently at the sudden impact, but his hand lets go of my neck, and I fall to my knees.
"You should be happy Jack, because now neither of us are alone anymore." I hear him say this, but it is hard to concentrate. I wheeze and cough, desperately trying to get my breathing back. My head is spinning, and I try to re-orient myself. Slender fingers slide their way through my white locks before grabbing tight onto a clump of hair. Before I can raise my arms to swat his hand away, I feel my head being forced down, and my face is slammed into the hard stone floor.
This time everything went dark, and the world spins violently. I crumple onto the floor.
I feel weight on me, and I know it is pitch, though I can't move well enough to do anything about it.
"You really are such a frail little thing without your staff." He sounds like he is pitying me. I groan and try to lift myself, but feel a hand press on my back and pin me down. "Don't worry, though. I won't hurt you unless you protest too much." I can feel his breath on my neck as he says this.
"Sc..screw you…" I mumble with as much strength as I can muster. I must have a.. What do they call those, a concussion? Yeah, one of those. I can't concentrate well enough to gather my bearings, though I know Pitch is about to hurt me in some way. If I wasn't so out of it, this would be terribly frustrating. I don't hear Pitch respond, I only feel shuffling above me. I take the opportunity I try and lift myself back up, but as soon as I lift myself slightly, I am roughly shoved back down.
Another few moments of shuffling and I feel the top of my pants being tugged down. I wriggle slowly as much as I can in my impaired state, but get a new sense of urgency when I feel my pants slipped down to my knees. "W-What…" I groan as my head throbs at the words. "Are…"
It is all I can manage before I feel his voice on the back of my neck answer me. "Don't struggle too much and it won't hurt." His voice sounds distant despite the fact that I know it is right on my neck, but I don't understand what he means. The tone in his voice is low, different than normal, and the warm breath makes my hair stand on end.
"Hey!" I yelp as I feel the last thing I expected. Pitch's hands are sliding down my back and onto my butt. At first I thought it was a mistake, until I feel his fingers continue to probe. I suddenly feel a new burst of energy hit me as I start to struggle and wriggle away. His hand doesn't stop, though, and I feel a stabbing of pain in a private area. "Stop it!" I screech, the loudness of my own voice hurting my head.
When he doesn't stop, I twist and flail my arms, and I feel my elbow make contact with something. It must have hurt, because I hear a grunt. The weight holding me down suddenly lessons, and I crawl away frantically in my dizzy state. I stumble and fall down on my face, but it doesn't really hurt, I have too much adrenaline fueling me. I drag myself as far as I can before I am up against a stone wall. Why was this room so damn small?
When I turn around, Pitch is standing there, glaring at me while holding his chin apparently in pain. He rubs his chin a bit before his annoyed expression lightens to an amused one. "I see you still put up a fight, frail as you are." He begins to stride over to me slowly. "It'll be entertaining breaking you down."
I am so dizzy, everything is so distorted, but I can feel my survival instincts taking over, and I use the strength it gives me to yank back up my pants to their proper place. I can't pull myself up onto my feet, however, because all too quickly Pitch is grabbing at me again, pinning me back down onto the floor. I can hear the sound of my frantic heart-beats in my ears, and the more I struggle, the dizzier I become. I feel like I am yelling, but I can't really tell.
Looking down at me, his expression is strange; like an excited child about to have a snowball fight. Not even angry, just egar. How upsetting that's all I have to compare him to at the moment. His body is not very big, but still much bigger than mine, and physically I don't stand a chance against him. Is my situation really this hopeless? Am I just a victim to whatever he wants to do? This can't be right! He can't just torture me like this… There has to be some way to get him away from me…
"Why are you doing this?!" I yelp as he pins down both my arms with his own. He seems to pause for a moment as he looks down at me. I try to look up at him, but my vision is so blurry, and everything is still spinning; it takes effort to meet eyes.
His eager expression turns to a grim one. The first real expression of upset I have seen that didn't have an air of amusement to it.
There was a long pause. "I offered you everything, Jack." The tone in his voice makes me pause my struggles as well, trying to listen to what he is saying. "I offered you a family, the world, to be known by all; the one thing we both want. But you turned it down." I see him lean closer. "Given enough time, you would have said yes. You would have given yourself to me to stop the loneliness. We would have ruled everything..."
For a moment, his voice is almost gentle. It was like it was that day at home, when he asked me to join him. However it only lasted a moment before an angry grimace crosses his expression again, this time very intense.
"But those guardians… those damned guardians got to you first." I feel pain in my wrists where his arms are pinning them down, and his hands squeeze them. "They filled your head with all kinds of childish delusions of grandeur. Robbing me of my only potential ally."
I start to wriggle again, getting stressed under his pressure and apparent growing anger. He moves his face closer to mine in response, stopping me again.
"It might take a while, but I'll get you to see things my way." He smiles, and I cringe. "I'll break you down until you are shattered to pieces, and then I'll build you back up as mine."
Pitch lowers down until his mouth is at my ear, and I get a shiver at the uncomfortable sensation of his hot breath. "Everything will be as it should be; cold, and dark."
Lips press against my ear, and I feel a slimy sensation caress the skin there. Is that his tongue?! He's licking me?! I thrash my head away violently at the repulsive sensation, but apparently it just opened up my neck, because I feel a sharp pain there next, followed by his tongue again. I yell in pain and protest, but he keeps up the biting and licking.
"Stop it!" I yell, confused as to why he would be biting me. This guy is actually crazy! "Stop!" I wriggle trying to get away from the teeth gnawing at my skin. He stops biting, but just ends up sliding his tongue up my neck. The sensation is so gross and strange I can't stand it at all.
For a brief moment I feel the pressure on my wrists lesson, and I immediately try to free myself, but I hear the sound of moving sand, and a new sensation replaces the pressure. A clank clank noise affirms what I feared. Both of my hands were in shackles now, above my head together.
This guy is actually going to torture me….
Panic envelopes me and I feel myself freeze. My breathing, my trembling, everything just stops, and I can't move. My mind is blank as the reality of my situation begins to sink in. Pitch's tongue slides up my jaw and over my mouth, leaving a cold, wet sensation behind. I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel his lips suck at mine, and his tongue begin to push it's way inside my mouth. Unconsciously I grit my teeth and tighten my lips closed, and I feel him bite down on my lower lip, making me jump at the pain. His hands are on the sides of my face, keeping me from thrashing my head away. I groan in frustration and disgust, wanting to tell him to stop, but if I tried to open my mouth he would slip his tongue inside. I whimper loudly in protest as he continues to nibble at my lips.
"You taste wonderful~" He says in a breathy mumble, before one of his hands grip hard on my cheeks. I can feel his pointy nails digging into the sides of my jaw. The pressure is much too strong, and I feel my mouth being pried open despite how hard I fight against it. Immediately his long tongue invades my mouth. I yell in horror, but it is muffled by Pitch's mouth. For a moment I am able to move my body and struggle again, but the chains on my wrists keep me from doing more than wriggle pointlessly. I can't do anything but endure this. I hear him moan as he violently laps his tongue around the inner recesses of my mouth, sliding it along my own tongue. This feels horrible… please stop this… I want to say that, but only strained noises come out. Whyyy is he kissing me?! Why would he ever want to kiss me? Is he in love with me? I am as confused as I am repulsed that this is happening.
His free hand begins to slide down my side and it quickly found its way under my hoodie onto my chest. I cringe at the sensation, his skin is warm, almost hot, it feels wrong. It slowly rubs up and down my stomach and side, up onto my chest, across and to my back, then down to my hips. Once there I feel it begin to tug at my pants, and I flail my legs and try to keep him from pulling them down.
For some reason, it took this long for it to hit me what his intention here was. At first I was too confused for it to really hit me, but as I feel him pull my pants down again to my knees, the painful wave of terror enveloped me mercilessly. I can't quite describe the feeling; like a raw, primal fear I had never felt before took over. Pitch… is going to rape me.
I start screaming loudly into his mouth that still devoured mine. Pitch seems to realize that I now understand, and I can feel him chuckle into my mouth. He continues kissing me for another moment before finally pulling away. I start to yell but am cut off by my own coughing, my throat sore from being choked earlier. Both of his hands now remove my pants entirely, though I make it difficult by flailing my legs.
"STOP IT! STOP!" I scream through coughs. "PITCH PLEASE ST-" The world spins violently for a moment when I feel his hand make contact with my cheek. The impact makes me see sparkles. I can't feel pain from it, though I know he hit me. I only feel numbness on half of my face, and I am very dizzy again.
He says something but I can't hear him. I feel his hands slide up to my stomach again and pull up my hoodie, exposing my chest along with my lower half. I moan in protest as his hands slide across my body freely. I can't stand this, being touched like this. Being kissed against my will, being exposed, it feels so awful. I would prefer him to just keep hitting me instead of doing this. But maybe that's why he's doing it…
"P..itch.." I slur, half of my mouth numb from the strike. "Stop.. please stop..!" I try to regain my voice as much as I can. Everything was still spinning so I can't see well enough to look to him, so instead I squeeze my eyes shut and continue to squirm, though the hopelessness was sinking in.
I can hear a chuckle in response, before I feel one of his warm hands slide across my private area, and I yelp and jerk away violently at the feeling.
"Get off!" I try to close my legs to keep him from touching me, but I feel the pressure of one of his hands and his knee keeping my legs spread. His hand fondles my dick, and I continue to yelp and cry out in protest. He is unfazed by my cries and flailing.
In desperation I look up to my hands through blurry, dizzy vision, and see if there is any hope of releasing myself. They are chained together, and a very short, taught chain connects them to the wall just above me. I tug and wriggle, but they are tight. Maybe if I yank hard enough I can somehow get my hands to slide through… maybe my ice can freeze them and weaken them enough for me to break them… maybe if-
I feel a stabbing pain in my ass suddenly which rips my attention away from my binds and back to Pitch. "STOP IT!" I yell. He is focused on my private area, one hand still fondling my dick, while his other hand seems to be under me, violating me with his finger.
The feeling of his hot finger entering me is one of the worst things I have ever felt in my life. Maybe the worst. It feels so horribly wrong in every way, the violation, the pain, the discomfort of him moving it around inside.
"God damn it… ngh….s-stop…" I say through cringing, as his finger pushes its way inside. "Stop.. please!" I try to beg, desperate for the horrible feeling to end.
"You don't want me to stop, Jack." He says, surprising me. "It'll be much more painful for you if I don't loosen you up first." I make eye contact as he says this, and I am so confused by his expression. He looks eager, as well as amused, as well as an emotion I can't describe. I can't make sense of this… why anyone would do this… this kind of thing...
I decide to ask. "Why?! Why...nnngh..!" I feel the sensation get worse as another one of his fingers forces its way inside of me.
While he did this, I felt another sensation. One I wasn't expecting. The feeling of him caressing my dick suddenly became… pleasurable?
"St..stop… please!" I hate this, I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it… my body was responding to his lewd gestures. I can feel my body begin to warm slightly, and I start to sweat. I never feel warm or sweat. I didn't even know I could.
It lasts for a few more moments before he pauses. "...As you wish." I hear him say in a low tone, before finally removing his hands from both my dick, as well as sliding his fingers out. I let out a loud, relieved gasp.
Did he listen? He stopped? I pant, taking a second to catch my breath. For a moment I think he is going to leave me alone, but I still feel him moving about, shifting his weight and moving my legs around.
"Pitch…" I begin, before I feel probing at my ass again. I lift my head to look at him again, but as soon as I see it…
'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" A blinding burst of pain explodes through me as I feel him shove his dick inside of me. I scream with all of my might as I feel my ass tearing. It's like a knife is stabbing inside of me! I squirm and flail and writhe, desperate to escape the assault, but I am held still.
"STOP STOP TAKE IT OUT!" I scream. He doesn't listen. Tears blur my vision more than it already is. I mix my screams with cries for him to stop, but he ignores them all. His hands hold on to my legs and makes them wrap around his waist as he positions himself and pushes himself inside of me further.
My screams are again cut off by coughing. I can feel him pushing himself further and further in, and my body screams in protest against the feeling. This isn't happening, there is no way this is happening. I am in a dream, a nightmare. Something like this would never happen. There is no way. I'll wake up soon, and I'll be home, safe. My staff will be in my arms, snow will be around me, everything will be right. Pitch isn't raping me. This is just a nightmare.
There is a pause in his movement for a moment, which dulls the pain slightly, and I manage to stop my screaming enough to articulate words again. "P-pitch I beg you, stop!" I sob. "Please stop! Stop stop st-AAAAAGH!" My pleas were cut off by him pulling out slightly before pushing back inside me quickly and roughly. "STOP!"
I feel him hunch over me, using his arms to hold onto my sides, before continuing to move himself in and out, in a rough but consistent pattern. It hurts so badly. I need him to stop. Please stop this.. Please someone help me. Anyone at all, this is wrong. This shouldn't be happening…
"Ahh.." His voice is low and guttural as he pulls his head close to my neck again. He doesn't bite me again though. "I didn't think…" he moans and pants heavily between words "...You'd be this tight." I can hardly hear him through my own screaming.
He doesn't stop his thrusting pace, and continues this torture for what seems like an eternity. I don't stop screaming and writhing the entire time. At one point, one of his hands cover my mouth roughly, muffling my cries. His hand is hot, it burns against my skin.
"MMMMMMMPH...MNN...MMMMPH…!" I feel my back scraping against the stone floor as he rocks my body back and forth with his thrusts. Through my writhing I am able to find a position that makes the pain from his thrusts dull slightly, and I adjust myself to it. I realize it allows him to enter more easily, and I feel sick. The last thing I want is for him to be able to continue violating me, to make it easier for him, but at this point if it meant stopping this pain I would do it. If it makes it end more quickly…
He is apparently pleased by my adjustment as well, and his lips trial against my neck, and grunts and moans escape his mouth. "Ahh… fuck…" Pitch mumbles and breaths words like this.
After a while of him like this, I feel him adjust again, which causes the pain to explode back into me. He keeps hold of my mouth with one hand, but the other slips it's way behind my back, and grabs on to my shoulders for grip, pressing us together in an embrace, before he begins thrusting harder than before, as well as faster.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHH" I scream into his hand. I didn't think it could hurt worse, but apparently it could. The thrusting is violent, fast, and I can feel his dick have less friction as it slides in and out of me easily, probably because of my bleeding offering lubrication.
"MMMNNN...MMnnph…." My cries get quieter as my vision begins to get dark. Sparkles began to litter my vision again, and my head felt heavier than normal.
A voice in my ear startles me slightly. "Don't you pass out… I want you awake…" His voice is low, breathy. The hand covering my mouth lets go and I feel it make it's way down to my dick, before beginning to stroke it.
"Ahh! NNNGh…. Aah!" I don't even bother trying to make words at this point. My head is so fuzzy, everything is dark, all I can feel is him pushing in and out of me. I cant protest anymore… I could only endure it.
I can feel a slight bit of pleasure begin to tingle inside of me somewhere deep down, but it was masked in the ache of him fucking me mercilessly. The pain, however, was beginning to dull as well. Everything was starting to fade into darkness. I silently hope it takes over entirely so I can escape this.
I am abruptly brought back by another powerful strike to my face, and my senses came back quickly, as well as my screams. "I said don't pass out!" He thrusts in hard as he says this, and I wail in agony at the pain it brings.
My new found alertness didn't last long, however, as the word began to fade away again. I tried to fight it this time, not wanting to be hit again, but it was no use.
The pain, the slight pleasure, his breathing, his thrusting, his moans, my screams, my agony, everything in one swoop suddenly melts away into blackness.