The Strain: Another Season
Episode 10


Author's Notes:

If you aren't sold on a gorgeous Dreverhaven, feel free to imagine Eichhorst doing these things to young Abraham.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL ABUSE/ASSAULT, DOCTOR/PATIENT, ABUSE OF POWER, BDSM, ABUSED FEELS GUILT, SPECULUM USE/ABUSE, GUILT TRANSFERENCE, ANAL RAPE, ORAL RAPE, OTHER THINGS TOO HORRIFIC TO TAG.

Chapter sanitised from Explicit on AO3 to Mature here on FFN.

The Dismembered
Chapter Four


Poland – 1944
Abraham's Workshop

'I have two days with you at least, Jew,' rasps Dreverhaven in his ear. 'And in weather like this, they could get stranded anywhere between here and Krakow. This is happening whether you like it or not. Now, I can take my time…seduce you…' he slowly pushes his tongue inside Abraham's resistant ear and then gently nibbles the lobe. 'Or I can enter you hard and fast and often…' He shoves his pistol down the back of Setrakian's trousers and the cold metal in his buttock cleft makes his back arch in shock.

'But the exciting thing is that the decision is entirely up to me,' says the doctor. 'Your behaviour will have absolutely no influence on how I take you. You can fight me so hard that I have to tie you to the bench and I still might love you tenderly. Or…you might be the sweetest, most pliant creature in the world yet be brutally abused.'

'Or it might be a bit of both,' Dreverhaven leers. 'I don't even know myself, yet. Now…' the doctor reaches in front of Setrakian, who is currently rigid with dread, and begins to undo the buttons of his trousers. '…whatever I do to you, you are to continue working.'

Setrakian twists away from him and lunges at his tools. 'Then I've nothing to lose by killing you,' he says, brandishing a chisel in defiance.

Concern flashes across Dreverhaven's face before he bursts out laughing again. 'That's it, Jew. I hoped you'd commit to this dance.' He twitches his fingers in a subtle beckoning movement. 'Come on then, lead if you can.'

Setrakian hesitates, realising that Dreverhaven's military training and three squares a day would make him the almost certain victor, even without his sidearm.

'At least I can hold you off…'

'…until help arrives? Were you not paying attention?'

'The guard on the door brings me food.'

'Who do you think let me in? Face it Abraham, your only hope is sitting in a nice warm Mercedes, speeding away from you with a smile on his face.'

Setrakian yells in desperation and charges him. Dreverhaven disarms him easily and pushing him face down again on the workbench, his weapon arm behind his back. He hears the chisel clink onto the floor and feels the doctor's arousal pressing hard into his backside, the taller man's warm body forcing Abraham's stomach against the edge of the worktable. He pulls him away and chuckling nastily, he drags him towards the black bag on the end.

The next few minutes are a blur for Abraham, at the conclusion of which he is restrained by means of two dog collars around his neck with their leashes attached to either side of the table. He is at the end of the bench with enough play in his bonds for him to turn around and step from side to side but not to meaningfully escape Dreverhaven's attentions. His hands are taped together with adhesive elastic bandage, almost as if the doctor wishes to protect them. And the laughing Nazi is taping his eyelids shut with the same bandage.

Worryingly, his mouth is left uncovered, but what Abraham isn't expecting Dreverhaven to do next is kiss him. Tenderly at first, then more insistent as the doctor takes advantage of the boy's surprise, thrusting his tongue between parted lips and preventing him from leaning away with one hand around his waist and one behind his head.

The Nazi breaks off eventually but Abraham can hear him breathing unevenly as he impatiently removes his leather apron and unbuttons the striped shirt.

Warm hands caress the prisoner's emaciated chest and a half-choked growl escapes the doctor as he resumes work on the pants fastening. Abraham struggles ineffectually making a nasty laugh bubble up from Dreverhaven's throat.

'By all means, continue wriggling, Jew.'

Young Setrakian doesn't want to obey but he obviously can't stand still and let himself be raped without a fight. He starts screaming and yelling for help but that just makes Dreverhaven kiss him again and it obviously occurs that there are worse things than a tongue that could be shoved down his throat. Besides, the doctor's hand is inside his pants and having a good rummage.

Dreverhaven isn't rough, in fact he's lamentably gentle and very persistent. He soon has a grip on what might euphemistically be termed Abraham's full attention. He carefully frees it from its nest of black hair and begins to rub and stroke. To the boy's horror, he feels himself stiffening. Dreverhaven chuckles briefly and the woodcarver hears a uniform rustling. The doctor kneels down...

After a while, to the Nazi's smug delight, the Jew's bound hands lower to the back of his head and the boy's body takes charge.

It has been a long time since Abraham had either energy or privacy for this, so he ought not to be judged too harshly. Dreverhaven smirks to let Abraham know he'll end up paying for that.

Holding the woodcarver's shame-filled gaze, he gets to his feet and murmurs into a flinching ear, 'My turn, now…'

He turns Abraham away from him and pushes his top down against the bench, forcing him to present his now-naked backside. There's another growl of lust and he feels teeth sink deep into his rump. It's not a gentle nibble of play and Dreverhaven's jaws are strong. Abraham senses something warm trickling down the side of his leg. He yelps and begins to struggle again, even more frantically when he feels his buttocks being grabbed and spread apart.

Suddenly, Dreverhaven stops and whispers in wonder, 'He hasn't had you yet, then?'

He isn't expecting an answer and he doesn't get one other than some wild screaming.

'More fool him,' he adds curtly, before walking away towards his leather bag.

After a confusing few moments, Abraham feels his buttocks being pulled open again.

'You are so tight and now it comes to it, Jew, I find I don't want to hurt you,' the doctor purrs, 'At least…no more than I have to. This is called a speculum. Now, breathe in deeply…and try to relax as you exhale.'

Abraham is so dazed with terror by this stage that he is hardly aware of the outside door opening and an angry man sprinting down the passageway towards them, swearing, shouting and calling his number as if it were his name. He doesn't realise that Eichhorst has returned inexplicably early until the commandant is ripping the tape from his eyes.

Dreverhaven has fled laughing and Eichhorst doesn't pursue him, instead cutting Abraham's hands free and waiting solicitously while the woodcarver removes the collars. The commandant says nothing but when his gaze falls on Abraham's traitorous erection, his eyes flick up to the Jew's with an odd expression in them.

'I couldn't help it,' blurts Abraham, ashamed. He is finding the blue stare unbearable and turns away from it to bend down and pull up his pants. Unfortunately, this move puts his girlishly smooth, creamy-white backside directly in Eichhorst's line of sight.

'Wuh-uh,' he cries as he's pulled upright and thrown on his back on the bench.

Eichhorst is stronger than he looks, even as a human and now his face is so close, Abraham can smell the cigarette smoke as he hisses, 'Give me a reason, Jew. Just…' he casts about helplessly for the words. 'Just give me one reason.' And then he's gone.

Abraham's eyesight is still a little blurry from the tape and he can't be sure but it seems for a moment as if there were a tear in Eichhorst's eye.

And one reason for what? Killing him? Finishing what Dreverhaven started?

Abraham gets back to work, determined to be useful and to take his mind off the horror of his situation.


Dreverhaven's Laboratory, Cage Room - 1944

Doctor Dreverhaven is furious, frustrated and nursing a raging hard-on. Eichhorst has thwarted him once again.

He roars into the room housing the captive experimental subjects and grabs the terrified man with dwarfism out of the cage he shares with a Roma woman.

Dreverhaven rapes him on a surgical table in full view of all the other prisoners (including the children) and then turns his attention to his cage-mate. He rapes her orally and when she vomits the faecally contaminated ejaculate, he pushes her face in it. Then he stomps out again.

Truly Bubbeh Setrakian was right when she said that evil lurks in this world.

Its name is Werner Dreverhaven.