Author's Note: This chapter contains torture, captivity, nonconsensual sexual touching, nonconsensual sex/rape, incest, implied drugging, and Sebastian.

Chapter Thirteen

"And tonight you're all mine."

The nightdress tore so easily in Sebastian's hands, scrapping painfully against the wounds on her back, and his words were so cold, lustful, and possessive, as he threw the ruined fabric aside. She felt a rush of shame and embarrassment laid out in just her underwear before him, her hands tied and his weight still pressing her into the bed, pinning her there for the taking.

"Don't do this—this-this is wrong—Sebastian, please, don't, please," she begged, the words all at once running together and breaking apart in her panic. Just a day ago she thought she wouldn't have begged him for anything and now she would say anything to make it stop as all hope of escaping began rapidly circling the drain. But the impatience in her brother's eyes was clear and she knew there was nothing in this world that would make him stop.

"Don't make me gag you," he spat, glaring down at her threateningly, and wanting to keep what little shreds of dignity she had left, she shut her mouth. Until Sebastian leaned over and ran his hand up her naked stomach, and Clary immediately gasped, his hands like ice against her skin. With one hand he gripped her shoulder and pressed her down to prevent her from curling in on herself, and with the other he gently felt over her stomach, trying to rub away the goosebumps that had risen there.

Humming softly, a pleased and curious sound, he bent down to kiss at her neck, his lips vibrating against her skin. The hand on her stomach crept slowly upward, his fingers warming against her skin and sapping up her body heat, until it finally came to a stop just under the cup of her bra.

"No…" Clary whispered, the plea barely audible as she turned her face away and into the pillows, her struggles renewing as he teased at a lacy strap to the undergarment. She knew he'd seen her breasts before, when the whip had torn through her clothes all those days ago, but this was so very different, so very intimate in such a horrible way, and her restrained hands could only shove uselessly at his chest.

"Don't be shy," he said, still skirting his fingers over the edges of the garment, "I was always meant to be your first. And I've waited so long to see you."

His hands trailed up to the straps and made quick work of the little bows at the top, untying them so that the straps were no longer secured, and she let out a muffled cry into the pillow as he worked. Sebastian only cooed in her ear at her whining before lifting her up slightly and reaching around her to release the back of bra. Expertly working the clasp, Clary felt the garment loosen completely before Sebastian was pulling it away and setting her back onto the sheets. She quickly brought her hands up to cover herself but Sebastian just grabbed the end of the belt and pulled her hands back down to rest on her hips.

She buried her face further into the pillow, trying so hard to hide her fear, but she could feel her whole body trembling with the effort of holding back the tears. This was her first time being naked like this in front of anyone, and it was so wrong. So wrong, on so many different levels. She didn't want this. And still there was nothing she could do.

Goosebumps spread across her chest at the exposure, the air in the room suddenly so cold with just one less layer of protection on, and she could feel Sebastian's eyes on her, greedy and deranged and so twistedly amazed with her naked body. When her brother at last seemed to snap out of his daze, he attacked her neck again, sucking on the spot just below her ear, and then his hands were gripping her breasts.

She cried out at the contact, tossing her shoulders to try and somehow twist away, but he just hushed her as he worked his hands over the newly uncovered skin.

"Shhh, shhh," Sebastian whispered as he finished adding another hickey to her neck. "I'm going to make you feel so—" He paused to suck her earlobe in between his teeth, making her shudder beneath him, before continuing and dragging the final words out, "so very good."

She sobbed and Sebastian's grip on her softened, his hands beginning to massage her breasts gently, fingers circling her areolas and pulling at the sensitive skin. Her eyes flew open in shock when he lowered his head to her chest and started nipping at her nipples, sucking one against his teeth and holding it in his mouth to flick his tongue over it. Clary let out a choked moan at the new sensation, and though it was more a noise of fear and confusion than anything else, she felt him smile against her chest.

Half moaning, half whimpering, Clary shook her head from side to side, as if it would help in denying that any part of this was pleasurable. His mouth and fingers worked deftly over her breasts, the touch so disgusting and overwhelming and hot, and as a tingling ran up her spine she realized something was very, very wrong.

Her mind suddenly felt clouded, her thoughts muddled, her body shaking violently in indecision as part of her wanted to fall into the pleasure, arch her back into him and give herself over, the other half wanting nothing more than to throw him off and cover herself. This was Sebastian. This was her brother. This should be Jace above her, her hands should be untied, she should be—she didn't—

She didn't want this.

"What—what did you give me?" she cried, and Sebastian at last unlatched from her breast with a laugh, pulling himself upright.

"Ah, that's a shame. I didn't think you would realize," he huffed, out of breath and excited, relishing in her squirming as his fingers continued slowly flicking over her nipples. "I admit, I added an aphrodisiac of sorts to the sleeping potion I gave you before we portalled away from the last house."

All of the warring emotions inside of her, the disorientation, the confusion, the hot and cold flashes, the erotic dream—everything at last made sense as she struggled to calm her breathing and quash the heat inside of her, and she sobbed helplessly.

"Not to worry, though," Sebastian said, rolling his hips into hers with a groan, making her jump as the hard bulge in his underwear pressed between her legs. "It only enhances the pleasure you would have already felt—"

"N-No, I don't, I don't want this, I don't like this—"

"You do. You have to give yourself over, Clarissa. You can't deny me—our connection—forever. We are meant to be together. You are meant to be mine."

"I don't want—"

"Any pleasure you derive from this is yours and your alone," Sebastian insisted, and as if to demonstrate as such, he bucked his hips into hers again, the friction of the fabric between them making her gasp and tear up again. "I just gave you something that would help you accept it—help you accept this."

As his hips continued to grind into hers, Sebastian groaned and fell on top of her again, his mouth pressing into hers to muffle any further protest. No amount of shaking her head freed his mouth from hers, and her cry was swallowed as he bit hard at her bottom lip.

Sebastian finally released her breasts as he tried to force her mouth open with his, and shifted his hands to her arms pinned between them, pulling them upward. He broke the kiss for a second as he forced her hands above her head, twisting them just enough to elicit a pained gasp. The moment her lips parted, he was sealing his mouth over hers and shoving his tongue between her teeth to deepen the kiss.

She felt smothered under him, unable to breathe as he devoured her mouth, and she let little terrified breaths in and out through her nose as she tried to twist and turn away. By the time she realized his hands were doing something above her head, her wrists were secured tightly to one of the many wooden bars making up the headboard.

"Mm, what's next?" Sebastian asked when he finally pulled away, humming as he licked a trail of saliva from the kiss off of his lips.

"You're my brother," she gasped, pulling in air while she had the chance. But her exclamation was rebuffed with a harsh laugh from Sebastian as he climbed off of her, no longer concerned with her moving from the bed. "And you're my favorite little sister," he replied.

She pulled against the restraints, but the leather of his belt only dug into her wrists, the buckle knocking loudly against the wooden frame. When she looked over to Sebastian, there was just enough light to see him slipping off his boxers. His length sprung free, and he smirked as he climbed back over top of Clary, her kicking legs doing nothing to keep him back. Slowly, he moved up her torso, knees on either side of her, until his hips were leaning forward and his member was in front of her face.

She thrust her head to the side at the sight of his cock, pushing nine or ten inches, and thicker than she thought was possible. Gagging in disgust and fear, she tried to press back into the bed, head turned to the side.

But Sebastian simply grabbed her face, fingers digging into her jaw and pulling her head forward, his other hand holding the base of his length. "Get started," he urged impatiently, and as soon as he managed to pry her jaws open, he thrust forward, forcing his member into her mouth.

Gagging once again, she tried to resist the invasion, but his hand moved to the back of her head, fingers knotting in her hair to hold her in place. With him in her mouth, her cries and noises of revulsion were muffled, and after a minute of unsuccessful head tossing, she resorted to holding still, her mouth gaping open in hopes that if she held it wide enough, his member might not touch her tongue.

"Oh, come on, Clarissa," he scoffed, and bucked into her mouth. His cock shoved in another few inches, until it began to push down her throat, and she began choking and retching on the hot flesh. She felt the hand that had been on his cock join his other behind her head, and he used his hold on her hair to pull her back and forth in time with his thrusting hips, until his groin was flush with her face and she was forced to take the entirety of his length.

Her throat tried to close around the intruding body, making her cough and gag so hard she couldn't breathe, her eyes stinging and nose burning as he thrust in over and over, taking what he wanted. When she thought she couldn't bear it for a moment longer, she finally gave in and began using her tongue, hoping to end things as quickly as possible.

His eyes rolled back as he moaned above her, his fingers tightening in her curls. "Yes…" he breathed excitedly, curling over her until his head was almost resting against the headboard, and Clary licked and sucked as best she could, her mind a haze of discomfort and confusion and anger and heat as she choked on the slippery, salty precum. His pace quickened rapidly, fucking her face and forcing wet, lewd coughs from her throat, his hips slamming into her so hard that she thought her nose must be bruised and her throat bulging outward from the length.

When she looked up she saw Sebastian's head roll forward, silvery hair clinging to his forehead with sweat and his eyes on the junction of her mouth and his dick, filled with the most terrifying and raw desire she'd ever seen. She closed her eyes quickly and prayed it would end, and when he finally hit his high, he held himself deep in her throat so she would have to swallow. She tried to spit it up, tried to turn her head away as she gurgled and choked on the awful fluids, but Sebastian held her down until she felt dizzy from lack of air, and her body swallowed involuntarily.

Clary hadn't realized she was crying until Sebastian pulled away and collapsed on top of her, her cheeks wet and vision blurry with tears as she coughed around her abused throat. Her temples throbbed with the worsening headache, her body still humming from what she was sure now was the effects of the aphrodisiac, but for a moment, she thought she could be relieved—maybe this was over. Maybe it was done, and he would leave, and she could cry until she was numb all over and fall asleep.

But as soon as the demon caught his breath, he began kissing her again, forcing his lips over hers and moaning ecstatically at the taste of himself there.

"Mmm, you did so good, Clary."

The words made her want to vomit. She thought she actually might, the bile in her stomach burning up her throat, but when Sebastian started moving down the length of her, her entire body froze in fearful anticipation. When his hands grabbed at her thighs and started pushing them apart, she sobbed and fought to close them. But she wasn't strong enough—she never was—and her squirming only made him chuckle and grip her tighter.

He looked up at her, his black eyes locking onto hers as he slowly, teasingly, dragged a hand up to her hip to pinch at the band of her underwear. She shook her head, not even able to get out a plea before he was peeling them down, her last layer of protection, leaving her completely and totally exposed. He grinned as he tugged them the rest of the way down her legs and tossed them to the floor, his features warped with that horrible lust, and she knew this wasn't over.

Sebastian wasn't going to stop until he had devoured her whole.

And though she knew she shouldn't, she couldn't stop herself from whispering the one thing she knew would hurt him most. The one thing that Sebastian could never change, no matter what he forced on her, no matter how hard he tried.

"I will always belong to Jace."

Her words were quiet and quick, her voice wet with tears and hoarse from the abuse to her throat, but the message hit home, and the smile melted from his lips. She didn't regret it, even as he snarled and pulled her legs further apart, settling between them, even as he pressed forward and brought himself dangerously close to her entrance, and there was no way to get away.

"That's where you're wrong, Clarissa." He lowered his face to hers, flexing his pelvis down until his cock, somehow still hard, was pressed against her.

For a second, he looked as though he wanted to throttle her, but the expression passed quickly, and whatever rebuke he held on his tongue dissipated as he looked down at her and sighed. "You are so beautiful," he said instead, smoothing her hair over the pillow and dragging a thumb over her wobbling, bottom lip.

When she turned her head away, he pressed his lips to her ear, the heat of his breath making her shudder. "One day, you will love me willingly, but for now, I will do what Jace could not. I will take what is rightfully mine."

With the final word, he drove into her with a single, merciless thrust.

Pain ripped through her as he forced his way in, and his sickening grunt of pleasure was drowned out by her scream. Sebastian thrust into her without warning or preparation, his member stretching her too wide, too deep, too quickly, and his hands bruised into her hips to keep them still. Tears streamed down her face as she wailed and struggled against the restraints, and when she tried to kick her legs at him, Sebastian sat up, still inside her, and pulled her legs up to his shoulders.

The new angle only drove him deeper, his thrusts practically knocking the air out of her, and it wasn't long before Clary could no longer even scream, her voice cracked and broken so that all she could do was cry silently as she was violated in the most horrific way possible. Even worse was that through it all, that feverish feeling of the drug never dissipated; her head still ached and her mind still felt clouded and distant, and every touch of skin on skin felt amplified tenfold—the pain nearly unbearable and the warmth she fought back sickening.

Her brother faded into a silvery haze of heat and pain above her as he continued, moaning and huffing the entire time, the sounds turning her stomach. She ached at her very core, where he rammed himself into her, her wrists stinging as they jerked against the tough edge of leather, her back screaming as it chafed against the bed. At some point her mind seemed to slip from her completely, the forceful rocking of her body seeming miles away, and she lay there overwhelmed and stunned into silence until Sebastian's rhythm stuttered and his thrusts became erratic and heavy, the force bringing her back to herself with a choking gasp.

At last, with one final thrust that buried him to the hilt inside of her, Sebastian cried out in release. Her name fell from his lips in a groan and his fingernails dug into her thighs as he spilled into her, his cum scorching her insides, burning through her like a brand of ownership. And when the demon finally pulled out, dropping her back to the bed and watching his cum leak sluggishly from her entrance with a look of satisfaction, she realized just what had been stolen from her.

When she dared to glance between her legs and saw her own blood trickling onto the sheets to join the thick, white fluids there, she felt the weight of what had just occurred.

It wasn't just that she'd been raped and lost her virginity, but that she had lost her freedom, too, her choice, her very will. In an instant, it was all gone, ripped away by a monster that only knew how to consume, and she felt like a husk of a human being, numb in pain and agony and disgust.

Her brother lay on top of her, panting like a dog, his weight crushing her into the bed and his sweaty skin sticking to hers, uncaring of her still flowing tears. Sebastian seemed exhausted, basking in the glow of finally attaining his carnal wish, and she again chanced a hope that he was done, for now. But to her horror, he leaned up to force another kiss, his tongue snaking into her mouth as she cried and pitifully shook her head, no energy left to actually struggle away as he clashed his teeth and lips against hers.

"That was wonderful, wasn't it?" he asked, finally breaking the kiss. Clary looked away, her vision still clouded with tears, her cheeks itchy from the half dried, salty tear tracks down her face.

"I h-hate you." She spoke the words so quietly, so breathlessly, that she almost wasn't sure if she'd said them aloud at all. But when she saw his expression harden, she knew she he'd heard her, and he leaned back to get a better look at her face. "Now, it's not my fault you insist on being difficult," he said, voice steady and scolding, and she scowled back at him.

He sighed, reaching up to grab hold of her wrists, and she flinched, unsure what she was expecting, but he only unbuckled the belt and released her hands. As soon as they were free, her mind raced, jumping to instinctively survey the situation and find a way out, find a way to freedom, but her thoughts were still hazy and dull, her shoulders stiff and sore, and her body protested the simple action of slumping further into the comforter. She groaned quietly as she rolled her wrists, red-purple bruises already forming, and a cold flash ran through her.

"It doesn't have to be this way. It doesn't have to hurt at all," Sebastian said, as though he had all the answers, as if she might discover some great truth if she only listened to—no, obeyed—his every word. "I can make you feel good, too…like this…" he continued, leaning over and caging her between his arms, before returning his attention to her breasts, hands kneading the soft skin.

Dragging his tongue across her left nipple, Sebastian noticed her full-body shiver and smiled, before slowly working his hands downward, his mouth moving to her right breast as his fingers began slowly rubbing her clit. She jumped and cried out in surprise, her hands coming up to scratch at his shoulders, not pushing him away and not pulling him closer, unsure what to do as she felt the heat spread through her again. Even through the pain of having been raped moments earlier, her body betrayed her and she felt herself growing wet, and she whimpered and rolled her head on the pillow.

Sebastian grinned when a horrified and confused moan escaped her lips, her fingers gripping tightly at his arms, and just as the warmth solidified and coiled into something like pleasure, and she realized she was starting to physically enjoy this, he pulled away.

Her mind reeled as his hands and mouth left her, and she couldn't believe that for even one second she let herself feel such a way. Even as she told herself it was the drug she could only hear Sebastian's words from earlier, playing over and over again in her head. It only enhances pleasure you would have already felt—yours and yours alone.

It was wrong. It was horrific. She didn't feel that way. She didn't—

"If only you would behave it could feel like that every time, dear Clary," he said, his disappointed tone seeming genuine. "But tonight it is vital you understand. And, just to make sure the message gets across…." Sebastian's cold hands pressed around her sides and under her back, lifting her and rolling her effortlessly onto her stomach. She winced at the rough movement and tried to push herself up, only to cry out in surprise as Sebastian pushed a hand down on the back of her head, her arms giving out at her sides.

He forced her face into the pillows with one hand, his other simultaneously tugging at her hips until her ass was in the air, and when he moved the hand at her head to press down on her shoulder blades, her back arched low and her entrance was displayed.

Clary whimpered aloud at the sudden readjustment. "What message?"

"The same one you continue to struggle to understand," he sneered, and she sobbed as she felt him line himself up. "That you will receive no kindness, no pleasure, when you go against me. That those who disobey get punished."

And just as agonizingly quick as the first time, he thrust into her again, his weight pressed down through his hands to pin her in position. She screamed and wailed as he fucked her savagely, so hard that the entire bed shook, the headboard banging against the wall and filling the room with the loud, rhythmic smashing of wood against drywall. Still, the sound wasn't loud enough to block out the sound of his hips slamming into her ass, the damp slapping of skin on skin making her cry harder, a strangled shout of air pushed from her lungs with the force of each thrust.

He fucked her like that for a while, before a hand knotted in her hair and her head was being pulled back at a violent angle, her throat bared and her eyes forced up to the ceiling as he bent over top of her and deepened the angle. He pressed a kiss to her neck before his lips found her ear, and it took her a moment to understand what he was saying over all the noise, the crying and shouting and moaning and slapping.

"Call my name, Clarissa," he demanded between panting breaths, and his fingers twisted in her curls.

"Jonathan," she gasped between sobs.

Frustrated, her brother yanked harder at her hair, his other hand having found its way to her breasts to pull and tug violently, and he growled like an animal as he pushed further still with each thrust. When he angled his hips down and his member struck something inside her that, for a millisecond, seemed to block out the pain with pleasure, she moaned brokenly. He maintained the angle, thrusting into her there harder until her fingers were white knuckled and tearing at the sheets.

"Sebastian!"

He moaned as she gave in, pulling harder on her and keeping up the punishing rhythm as though if he tried hard enough he could meld their bodies into one.

"Fuck, you're so tight—ghhh, all mine, all mine—going to fill you up," he grunted loudly, and fresh tears sprang to her eyes as he demanded again, "scream my name!"

Crying, moaning, pained, and pleasured, Clary screamed as he fucked her more brutally than she thought possible, and still the little coil in her stomach grew tighter and tighter, until a wave of pleasure washed through her, forceful and blinding and excruciating.

"Oww! Uh—ow, ah—ah, Sebastian!" she wailed, and as soon as she cried his name, her brother's movements grew choppy. Another flood of cum spurted into her, just as hot and overwhelming as the first, and he moaned deeply, his fingers tightening on her breasts and in her hair as he shook with orgasm. Clary whimpered and whined as he rode it out in her overly sensitive walls, continuing to fuck her for a full minute after his finish, before at last collapsing on top of her, shoving her flat to the mattress in the process.

Trembling all over, Clary let herself be smothered underneath him, his lips pressing too-gentle kisses over her hair and the back of her neck before wrapping his arms around her tightly. They lay there for what felt like hours, both gasping for air, Clary's breathing stuttered by involuntary little sobs, until Sebastian fell asleep, his cock still hard and inside of her.

Exhausted and drained of everything she was, Clary remained pinned under him, crying, until she at last, mercifully, blacked out.