~ Chapter 7 ~

His body ached. One of his arms was broken, and so were most like some of his ribs. It hurt to breath, and moving was close to impossible. His attackers had taken turns in beating him, some holding him down while the others did what they wanted.

I was painful and their strength was no joke. The shadows didn't bring out his injuries to their full extent, but they hurt all the same none the less.

Still, he refused to give them the one thing they wanted to hear most. Begging.

"He's awfully silent for a liar." One of the warriors said to the others.

"It's no fun to punch him if he doesn't make any sounds." Another grabbed his broken arm, making him moan in pain but otherwise kept silent.

They talked low among themselves but Loki paid no attention to them. Only wanted them to be done and leave.

The leader of the group stepped forward until he stood by Loki's side. "We just have to try something else. Repay what he's done. Hold him down."

The words slowly filled Loki's head and it actually took him a moment to realize what they meant. By that time it was too late to struggle. One was holding his arms above his head, squeezing his arm brutally. Another bound a gag around his mouth to keep him silent.

His feeble struggle left the seasoned warriors unimpressed as they sneered down at him, calling slander upon him.

The leader knelt between his spread legs, began to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Letting Loki see what was waiting for him.

When he saw the monster of the warrior he tried to plead through the gag, but his words were muffled and unrecognizable. "Flip him over." the leader smirked at his friends as he undid Loki's pants.

It took little effort in flipping Loki onto his stomach. No matter how much writhing Loki did it was to no avail. He tried to protect himself even when his pants were pulled down his buttocks and to his knees. Efficiently locking his legs.

With little fuss and no gentleness the warrior bent over and penetrated Loki. Letting out a scream of pain as tears filled his eyes only seemed to spur the warrior on. He could feel everything. The burning of being violated by the man. The blood from the entry. The rapture of the warrior as he plunged into his body. His own blood lubricating the way, soon making it rather smooth and easy for the warrior.

"Look how he enjoys this." the warrior said. "Not only does he gets of on raping others, he enjoys being on the receiving end too." the sneer was so evident that it was painful.

All around him he could sense the other warriors delight at the scene even with his head pushed into the ground.

It wasn't happening. This wasn't happening.

He hadn't escaped Thor only to be raped by someone else.

Loki tried to escape. He really tried to escape into his mind but the pain was so bone cutting he couldn't do it. With tears falling down his face he could only lay there as he was violated.

With a grunt and a few more thrusts, the warrior spilled inside him. It burned. The vile seed of the man was burning the inside of his ass, marking him where he could never be clean again.

The warrior stood up with a grunt and tucked himself inside his pants with a satisfied smirk.

"Looks like one time wasn't enough for the whore. Who wants to go next?"

What followed was the worst possible torture that could have happened. He didn't know how many times he was raped and violated, but it felt like days. Unable to escape from the events all Loki could do was lay there and take what they did to him. Tears coursing down his face until he had no more tears to cry.

He had no idea how many warriors there were, or if some of them took him more than once. It didn't matter. All their vile seed were mingling inside of him. Not only did they take him from behind. Some of them even stood over him, jerking off, spilling on his skin. Dirtying him. Making him unclean. Filthy. Dirty.

The last one to use him was by far, the largest of the men. Not even the previous use of his ass could accommodate the size of the man.

Loki had long since given up on struggling against them, but when he felt the fat head against his abused hole, new fear coursed through him and he could only let out a pitiful protest before the monstrous thing ripped him apart.

Any sound died in his throat as he felt his soul break. When the man started to move Loki regretfully realized that the man was not fully inside him. Until he could feel the man thrust into him with force, making him swallow everything to the base and then pulled all the way out. Then he was broken again as the man entered him again. Once more repeating the action.

His hair was gripped in a tightly, making him arch his back and his head was held in an awkward angle backward. The man was using him like a mare. Forcing his full length inside him with only the thought of his own pleasure in mind. He also was the one who took the longest to finish.

When the sound of his approaching orgasm rose from the man, Loki was numb to everything. He felt so detached that it no longer mattered what happened to him. Not even his arm bothered him any more.

He could feel the monster inside him twitch as it released its load into him. Sending it all the way to his stomach where it would infest and rot his body from the inside out. It went on far longer than he thought possible. The flesh remained hard and twitched in pleasure of the climax. An endless circle of pain and degradation.

Loki was barely aware when his head was pulled further back and into his ear he heard a whisper.

"You were a great fuck." a dry kiss was bestowed on his cheek. "You will be seeing me again."

And so he was left alone in the cell. Left in the mess that covered not only his outside but also on the inside.

With numb, meaningless defeat Loki closed his eyes where he lay.

Why?

Why me?

TBC