When Clary refused to have sex with Sebastian, she knew there would be consequences.
So, as she was roughly pushed down into the dungeons of Edom by the demon himself, she knew that whatever awaited her wasn't good.
Had Sebastian decided that she would no longer live in the palace and would instead suffer in the dungeons?
If so, Clary wasn't concerned. In fact, she would prefer living in the dungeons. At least then she wouldn't feel guilty that she lived in luxury while Jace rotted away in the dark and the dank.
Sebastian tightened his already crushing grip on her shoulder, pushing her down the last flight of stairs and into a hallway flickering with witchlight torches.
Down here, no daylight infiltrated the obsidian stone, and the damp and dark seemed to permeate the very air itself.
Clary shuddered to think of Jace down here, day blending into night, unable to tell the hour, the day, how much time had passed.
How long could he survive like that?
Sebastian stopped at a cell at the very end of the hallway, and Clary blew out a breath, ready to enter the cell and be shut away.
Anything was better than Sebastian touching her.
But when she stepped inside, she was instead greeted by a familiar face, with dirty, but still golden hair.
"Jace!" Clary cried, immediately rushing forward and falling to her knees in front of him.
"Clary."
His voice was weak, rough with disuse, but Clary was happy to see that Jace seemed just as muscular as two months prior, before he was locked away.
They must have been feeding him well, then.
He was chained despite Sebastian still having control over him, the only other things in the room a chamber pot and a tall, flat slab of rock protruding from the very middle of the room. Clary supposed it was his bed.
"Jace, I'm so sorry-" Clary blubbered, chained hands attempting to stroke his dirty face, tears streaking down her own.
"It's okay, Clary. It's not your fault, it's okay," Jace reassured her, brushing her red hair out of her face with so much love that Clary's eyes immediately welled with tears again.
"How touching," Sebastian mused, and Jace immediately stiffened, golden eyes flicking to the demon at Clary's back.
"What are you doing, Johnathan? Why is Clary here?"
Sebastian gave a slow roll of his mouth, a shark's smile, gesturing to Clary.
"Ask Clarissa, she's the one who didn't want to sleep with me."
"What does that have to do with any of this?" Clary spat.
"'No, my virginity belongs to Jace'," Sebastian mocked Clary's words with humor.
Clary's cheeks flushed, but her eyes hardened.
"So what?"
"So go ahead."
"What?" barked Jace, golden eyes torn between confusion and horror.
Sebastian's smile grew now, fed by their strife.
"Since Clarissa wanted you to be the one to take her virginity so badly, I'm allowing you the pleasure of doing so."
"What?" Clary gasped out, eyes widening with fear.
"You disgusting bastard," Jace spat, trying to rush him but stopped abruptly by his chains.
"Ah, ah, ah, Jace. I could just as easily take Clarissa's virginity here, in front of you. Be glad I'm letting you have the honor."
"You're sick," Clary said, voice weak and shaky.
"Maybe," Sebastian agreed. "But it's so much fun."
"No, I won't do it," Jace said, eyes burning with hatred for Sebastian.
"You will do it, Jace, or I will do it, and Clary will not enjoy it."
Jace straightened as the order took effect. He rose, pulling Clary with him towards the rock bed.
Clary was crying silently, tears running down her face.
She was much too scared to fight back, and risk having Sebastian be mad at her and take her virginity. So she complied, but the fact that she would lose her virginity like this was horrifying.
Jace lifted Clary easily onto the slab, pushing her down on her back.
Clary tried to meet his gaze, but it was blank, emotionless. Like a puppet.
"Your clothes first, Jace," Sebastian ordered, leaning against the cell wall, closer than Clary liked.
Jace readily complied.
First, he removed his gear top. Next, he unbuckled his pants and then unbuttoned and unzipped them, stepping out of them along with his boxers.
He was left standing in the cold cell, naked.
Clary surveyed him, not having seen him completely naked before.
She trailed her eyes from the planes of his abdominal muscles to the V of his hips, and finally to his member.
His cock was nestled into a thatch of golden curls, and he was already half-hard.
He was long, with considerable girth, his mushroom head already pink and swollen, glistening with precum.
Clary hadn't seen many penises in her life, but she knew that Jace had to be bigger than average.
"And now, Clarissa."
Jace readily slid the gear Clary was wearing off her, leaving her in a green bra and panties.
A slight glance at Sebastian showed Clary an almost obsessive gaze on her exposed body, eyes glistening.
Jace proceeded to unhook her bra and slide her panties down her long, creamy legs.
"Beautiful," Sebastian's voice came, sounding equal parts worshipful and turned on.
"Spread her for me, Jace."
Jace did as told, spreading Clary's legs wide on the rock surface. Clary struggled against Jace's grip, thrashing, trying to close her legs.
"She's being bad. Clamp her down."
Clary was confused, but realized there was shackles on the rock slab too late.
Jace got her left leg in without issue, but Clary fought with the right one, no longer confused.
Finally, he clamped it down.
"And her arms."
Jace, fighting Clary's struggling, hooked Clary's shackles into the rock's iron ring, before pulling back slightly.
Her legs were spread wide, her arms straight and unable to move.
"Show her to me."
A sob escaped Clary's lips, but Jace ignored it, taking his fingers and opening up her pussy lips like a flower, baring her to Sebastian's gaze.
Clary squirmed uncomfortably at Sebastian's gaze on her, even more so when he approached, eyes trained on her most intimate part.
Sebastian took over spreading her pussy lips.
"Already so wet, Clarissa."
Clary jumped as she felt Sebastian's finger suddenly enter her, letting out a slight squeal in surprise at the invasion.
"And tight."
Jace's face was expressionless, but he was growing incredibly hard at seeing Clary's pussy bared.
"This hole next," Sebastian mused, spreading her puckered rosy asshole with repressed excitement.
Sebastian leaned down to Clary's level, licking from her collarbone to her ear.
"And that hole will be mine to take."
Clary screamed in helplessness, and Sebastian chuckled.
He drew his hand away almost reluctantly, maintaining eye contact with Clary as his tongue flicked out to lick her juices from his finger.
Clary turned her gaze away, cheeks flaring red with embarrassment and discomfort.
At this point, Jace's cock was more than weeping for Clary's cavern.
"Proceed, Jace."
He positioned himself at her glistening entrance, making sure to allow Sebastian a vantage point to see.
Clary still had her face turned away from him, facing the other side of the cell.
"Ah ah, Clary. Eyes on me," Sebastian demanded, a demonic grin spreading on his lips.
"Why?" Jace asked, one last attempt at autonomy.
"You already know who you belong to, angel boy. Clary must know that too."
Clary reluctantly turned her head to meet Sebastian's eyes, seeing nothing but lust and cruelty hidden there in their black depths.
"Fuck my sister's tight little pussy hard, angel boy. Don't hold back."
Clary saw as the command took effect, Jace's eyes growing excited as he glanced down at her bared pussy.
He pushed into her, and Clary silently screamed, arching off the rock, maintaining blurry eye contact with Sebastian around her tears.
Sebastian's face was gloating, cruel, as Jace stretched her walls, eyes flickering back and forth between watching her unflowering and meeting her gaze.
Jace's mushroom head stretched her tight cavern, pushing deeper, deeper.
Clary's eyes begged to squeeze shut, but who knew what punishment awaited her if she did.
When Jace was seated to the hilt in her, he finally pulled back.
Clary's relief showed in her eyes.
Until he slammed into her with such force that Clary did scream this time.
Sebastian's dark laughter filled the air, his eyes dark and twisted as he held her gaze.
Clary's entire body shook with Jace's thrusts, her rosy tits bouncing with the movement of his pounding into her pussy.
The dirty sound of Clary's wet pussy squelching and slurping, along with the sound of Jace's balls hitting her pussy lips every time he bottomed out in her, filled the air.
Clary's whimpers gradually turned to moans, filling the air, though her cheeks flushed crimson at the noise.
Jace himself was breathing heavily, grunting with each snap of his hips into her.
He was pounding her so hard into the rock that Clary could already feel bruises forming.
He reached down to play with her tits as best he could in his shackles, twisting each rosy nib in one hand, making Clary arch her back and pant even louder.
The entire ordeal was made even worse by the fact that Clary kept her eyes on Sebastian, unable to look away from that demonic gaze.
Sebastian's eyes were darkly amused, lusty, and satiated, as if seeing Jace, under his control, plow into her, was exactly what he longed for.
"Ah!" Clary yelled when Jace hit a certain spot.
She hoped it was a one time thing, not wanting to keep making these noises, but Sebastian had other ideas.
"Again, Jace. Keep hitting that spot. I want to hear my sister's pretty screams and moans."
Jace repeated the action, hitting her g-spot repeatedly, Clary's legs flopping.
"No," she protested as she felt the building in her lower stomach, eyes trained on Sebastian.
"Oh yes," Sebastian responded, a smirk bedecking his plush lips.
Clary didn't want to orgasm in front of him, felt like it would be giving him power, like it was an amusement for him.
Jace kept us his rapid pace though, his cock pushing her cunt to the limits as it strained to take in all of his length and girth.
Clary's legs started to shake, her lower muscles clenching uncontrollably.
Jace continued to slide in and out of her at a rough pace, his engorged dick nestling in her slick heat.
"No!" Clary screamed, eyes locked with Sebastian's, right as her orgasm hit and she was caught up in a whirlwind of pleasure.
Sebastian started laughing then, a dark laugh, that did something to Clary that she wouldn't admit.
Her muscles spasmed, fluttering around his cock, making Jace curse loudly at the feeling of her inner muscles milking his dick.
He came with a guttural moan, stuffed inside her to the hilt, his dick twitching as he painted her insides with his cum.
They both stilled, panting, as Jace slowly pumped in and out of her, letting both of them ride out their orgasms.
He suddenly pulled out, his cock once again flaccid, and turned to Sebastian, who had walked over once more.
Clary was too weak to close her legs, too weak to move a muscle as Sebastian gazed down at her.
"I think the only thing more satisfying than seeing angel boy destroy that lovely pussy of yours would be if I did it myself."
His eyes trailed down to her still fluttering pussy, red and used, dripping Jace's white, ropy seed.
"Or perhaps seeing you stuffed with my cum."
Clary couldn't muster a response, her eyes closing in humiliation as tears pricked her eyes once more.
She felt Sebastian pick her up, cradling her to his chest.
"I'll take you back to my room and give you a massage. To help with the pain, of course."
Clary only groaned, eyes still closed, unwilling to face his gaze or the world.
Sebastian walked towards the door, turning back to Jace after crossing the threshold as if he had suddenly just remembered him.
"You can return to yourself now, Jace."
Jace became aware once more, and his face contorted in pain at the redhead in Sebastian's arms.
"You fucking bastard," Jace spat, once more straining at his chains to try to attack Sebastian.
Sebastian only smirked, cradling Clary closer and placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you for your service," Sebastian said with a haughty smirk.
Then he smiled, a smile meant for Jace, and Jace only.
"Now that you've broken her in, dear brother, I'll ride her until she's docile."
Sebastian's laughter echoed off the stone walls, and drowned out the sounds of Jace's enraged screams until nothing was left.
