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Remember at the start of this story, when I said there would be SA involved? Well, it's for here, so please MIND THE WARNINGS before you start reading! If you don't think you can handle it, it's fine, take care of yourself first.

Content Warning: very graphic depiction of sexual assault (references of this will be in the following chapters from now on too, but not as graphic)

Chapter 17 - Breaking point

The bed still smelled of Blitz. Stolas did his best to make himself comfortable without lying on his back again, and sighed happily despite the pain in his body, never completely disappearing even with the painkillers.

He had things to do, but that would wait. The day was young, and the assassin was right: he really needed to rest if he wanted to fool his daughter, because it was quite obvious if it wasn't for Loona, his owlette would have already noticed something was off and started asking questions. But he thought he had understood something crucial concerning the healing spells, and if he was right, that should help him greatly.

But he'd try that out later. First, let sleep claim him again some more…

"What are you still doing here, you lazy imp sucker?! Come on, get up!"

The owl jumped with a hoot of surprise, that got strangled at the end as pain flared back to life in all his wounds.

He rolled on his back to see Stella had burst in his bedroom with the three hellhounds, and his eyes widened.

He had dozed off without realizing it. Now, suddenly they were here, and…

Shit, he was naked.

The painkillers had wore off.

He hadn't practiced the healing spells on his wounds, nor checked them up.

Shit shit shit.

He barely had time to sit up by leaning on the headboard, slowed down by his injuries and the fact they caught him so off guard, he was still trying to compose himself. Before he could, the watchdog had walked around the bed and had already grabbed his wrists to cuff them behind his back as usual as he groaned in pain from the rough treatment.

Seconds later, not even the bed sheets were covering any part of his body as the hellhound dragged him out of bed by his injured arm to make him stand up, and Stolas was suddenly awfully aware of his nudity. Not that his usual clothes were protecting him much better than bare skin and feathers, but mentally, it only added to his vulnerable state as he was still failing to put up a blank expression as Stella advanced on him, smirking.

"Still having sex with your plaything, I see? Guess you want to be payed back for protecting his ass!"

"What?! No, we didn't…"

"Oh, you're talking back now? Are you sure you want to do that?" She smiled threateningly, tapping her finger against her phone.

She didn't even need to unlock it to show her screen. Stolas got the message and shut his beak despite the growing dread in his guts.

"Better. It would be a shame if anything was to happen to him after all your efforts, right? Especially since the only outcome for him would be death! So, answer truthfully: did he sleep here, yes or no?"

"He slept here, yes…"

She sent him a warning glare, and he stopped here despite the urge to be more precise, knowing exactly where she was going.

"Did you tell him anything?"

"No, nothing!"

"Are you sure?"

"I swear on Octavia, I didn't!"

Stella didn't care all that much about their daughter, but she knew he did. She raised a brow and tilted her head.

"Oh, really? But he did find out about your injuries, then? Hard not to, obviously."

His broken leg was better but not fully healed, and the stab wound close to it was sending such waves of pain, he couldn't put weight on it anyway. His other wounds weren't much better, especially since, of course, the hellhound had grabbed onto the injury on his arm to pull him up. Even if he wasn't naked, he knew his state wasn't really very well hidden at the moment, it was already a miracle he didn't need to go to the hospital. Also, it made the idea of fornicating with Blitz even more stupid, and Stella had to know this, but she probably didn't mind.

"Yes, he did, but I made sure he didn't know where they come from."

"Good, that's good. But then, how should I trust you didn't do your silly lesson as initially planned?"

Stolas blinked.

"I'm… Not really in the state for such things."

"That you are", she agreed grudgingly. "Still, you don't want to stay too close to that imp, understood? It seems like he came on his own, again, but I trust you to avoid this in the future, or it may give bad impressions, you see? But ah, well, I'll be generous again and take it all on you, despite it being partly your fault. I won't be so merciful next time, since you have been warned. Got it?"

"Yes, thanks", he answered reluctantly.

"You should really work on your attitude", she added while shaking her head. "Is that a way to show gratitude? At least I know what to expect from you, so I'll take my thanks in other ways."

She turned to the three hellhounds with a sick grin on her face and a suggestive tone.

"Now, go ahead and have fun. He's already naked, take full advantage of it!"

Stolas froze, face contorted in horror as the words sank in, hoping she didn't mean what he feared she meant.

"What?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"You heard me."

The hellhounds around him were now grinning too, and he was suddenly pushed back on the bed.

Despite his injuries, he managed to roll on his back to better be able to react, but before he could do that, the chihuahua was already on him, forcefully spreading his legs apart.

No! He silently protested.

But he couldn't voice it, couldn't fight back. Even if he did, it wouldn't change anything, on the contrary, it would make it worse. Yet, his mind was racing with memories of the sex he had to have with Stella to have Octavia.

It was so long ago, but suddenly it still felt like it was yesterday. He had hoped he'd never know sexual coercion again, and here he was, bound on his own bed with a hellhound between his legs, unbuckling his belt. It was even worse than last time.

The panic was all over his face, he knew it, his white pupils flashing in his main set of eyes, but he couldn't care about that. Stella probably basked in his despair, but his more pressing matter was the demon pinning him down, taking his dick out of his pants and aligning it with his cloaca.

Already, he could feel himself drifting away in his own mind. The dissociation was too strong of a reflex at this point to be able to fight it, even if he was trying so damn hard. But even with adrenaline, he was in pain because of how his injuries were jostled, and it got worst when something forcefully intruded his unprepared hole.

Fuck!

It hurt. It burnt. And not in a pleasant way. The hellhound only pushed himself deeper inside, a hand on Stolas' stomach to hold him in place.

If it was Blitz, it would probably be a nice scene. They had done similar things in the past, including limited preparation. But this was… This was not it. This was so different, despite being similar in appearance.

He… Fuck, he didn't want this. Not anymore than he had wanted sex with Stella, and he wasn't tied up at the time. Everything in bed with Blitz was so different from what he did with Stella, it helped him appreciate it, but now…

In one last harsh thrust, the dick was fully inside him, and Stolas yelped. Even with the dissociation, the panic wasn't decreasing, so he tried to look aside, only for claws to grab his head feathers and force him to look forward.

"Oh no, you're going to watch", Stella spat somewhere near him, but it wasn't her talons holding his head in place.

The chihuahua began sliding in and out, at the same speed he pushed himself inside, and then he started building a rhythm and gaining speed, one hand on his stomach, the other holding and squeezing his injured thigh.

He wanted nothing more than retreat in the back of his head again, but he also knew it was dangerous, for he may not be able to come back easily if he did, and if Stella started giving orders he couldn't follow…

Well, that left only one card he could try to play.

"Harder", he moaned.

That stopped the hellhound immediately, and he cast a bewildered look at Stolas. The owl couldn't help but smirk in response, mask finally back in place.

"The fuck?!" Stella yelled. "Are you really fucking turned on by this?! I should have guessed, you're fucking an imp already after all! Well, they can still beat your ass!"

"Wait, no need", the chihuahua finally smirked. "He's just bluffing."

"So impatient to fuck me? Guess it's your first time with a Goetia, huh?" Stolas purred with a sultry voice.

He didn't know himself how he managed to sound so confident and keep a steady voice, but he did. He'd rather be beaten, even naked, than going through this.

"Oh, no, you're way too skinny to be really attractive", the chihuahua said with disdain. "At best it's nice getting to fuck someone powerful, but you're not really the best in that regard, are you? Nice try though, but we can smell your fear, we know you're not enjoying this, nor looking forward to it. But since you asked me to fuck you harder…" He finished with a smirk.

Shit, the prince mentally swore as the hellhound started moving again, this time even faster and deeper, pounding so hard into him that Stolas was letting out small high pitched hoots of pain as each thrust hit his insides and the movements jostled his injuries.

"What a crybaby", Stella snorted.

Stolas was almost glad he physically couldn't answer back. He wasn't crying, but it was possible tears of pain would gather in his eyes if it went on for too long, and the sounds he was making were certainly pitiful to Stella's ears, but well, she had asked for these.

Finally, the chihuahua suddenly stopped moving, his dick buried deep inside Stolas' cloaca, and after one last gasp, the owl felt the semen invade his insides, and he shivered in disgust.

That was deeply unpleasant. Not just that, it felt… It made him feel filthy. Soiled. Violated. The last one being quite literally true.

Both were panting, but the hellhound still wasn't sliding out. Instead, he smirked again.

"Since you were so eager earlier, let's put you to work!"

He put his hands on each side of Stolas' hips to keep him on his dick as he manhandled him so he was laying down and Stolas was straddling him.

"Come on, make me cum", he ordered.

Stolas' eyes, half closed because of the pain and the emotional turmoil, widened at this.

Stella snickered. Looking up, the owl saw she was sitting further on the bed, with the other two hellhounds close to them, like if they were waiting for their turn, while ensuring the prince had no way out.

"You heard him", the swan smiled.

Stolas groaned as the hellhound under him slide his hand down until it found his injured thigh again.

"You were able to stand earlier, surely you can do that, hm? I only fucked you once, you shouldn't be too damaged for that yet."

Before he could react, claws squeezed the bandage on his leg, and he winced. A glance told him a dark spot was starting to appear there, and it was probably bound to get worse.

Stolas tried to take deep breaths before he forced himself to start moving, but the wince wouldn't leave his face as he was struggling to heave himself with only one leg and without his hands.

Suddenly, the claws stopped his movement up as the hellhound growled threateningly.

"Hey, don't get off my cock until I tell you, understood?"

Stolas nodded, and the chihuahua smirked.

"Good slut."

Stolas slightly flinched at that, but resumed his movements. They were slow and erratic, but better that than not moving at all. The last thing he wanted was to please the man currently raping him, but he didn't have a choice. Blitz's face flashed in his mind, so he gritted his beak and tried to move his hips in circles to compensate his lack of mobility.

That made the chihuahua's eyes and smile widen.

"Yeah, like this. Keep going."

Somehow, the owl managed to get into a rhythm, despite his movements lacking speed and strength. But as much as he was trying, he couldn't do better than that. The pain wouldn't let him, it was already difficult to be able to move that way at all and keep doing it.

The hound was probably running out of patience, or took pity, for he put both hands on his sides to help the prince lift himself, and then ram him down on his cock, earning new bird noises.

"Don't stop moving", the chihuahua growled in a threatening voice.

Stolas barely nodded, concentrated on his movements and breathing, trying to ignore the burn growing in his uninjured thigh. The more time passed, the more he was forcefully impaled on the other's dick, trying to muffle his whining and whimpering.

Finally, after one final and violent thrust, the hound shuddered with his second orgasm as he came again. He kept moving for a few seconds before letting Stolas fall on the side to stand up.

A few degrading comments were thrown his way, but the owl didn't pay attention, until hands moved him on his stomach and he was drawn toward the end of the bed, legs dangling from it.

"My turn", the shar pei breathed on his back, nowhere near tall enough to be able to say that next to his ear in their current position.

Stolas slowly turned his head to watch what was going on, only to see another dick being taken out of pants, his tail pulled to the side for better access, and he felt the tip being pressed against his hole's entrance.

Since they were trying to humiliate him as much as hurt him, the hound managed to grab his arm around his bandage, despite his hands and forearms being more easy to reach.

He inserted himself harshly in one go, ignoring Stolas' pained and weak cry, and started moving immediately, pulling on his injured arm and shoulder in the process.

It allowed him to slip back in dissociation for the rest of it. Nothing too complicated was asked of him afterwards, and what was asked, he could do without getting out of his dazed state. It also made him less expressive, but not too blank that Stella would get pissed at his lack of reaction, so they let him be, probably not really realizing what was happening.

They ended up using his mouth too, once they could get past the fear of hurting their cocks on his beak by threatening him if he ever cut them, and kept using him in as many ways as they could think of. Given their stamina, the owl was certain they had taken drugs beforehand to last this long.

He ended up crying, not that he was in any state to care about that, and a particularly brutal fucking from the watchdog, after cutting inside his cloaca with their claws and a knife and the added pain and pressure from his cock, the bigger of the three, finally made him pass out.

He woke up panting, panicked but not remembering why. He was sticky from body parts he shouldn't be, not only between his thighs, sore, and his mind was doing its best to obliterate what happened before passing out.

He was still laying on his bed, and brought his arms back before him to hug himself, shivering, still feeling filthy, and not just on the outside.

Fuck, he needed a shower.

First, he checked on everyone. Blitz seemed to be at his own house, which meant his job was done, and since Loona and Via were still together and definitely not in the palace, they were probably still hanging out with their friends. If the imp had made no move to pick them up yet, he still had a bit of time, but probably not that much.

First, he opened the balcony doors with his magic to chase the smell away. He then limped as he could to his bathroom, called the staff so they could change the sheets, and proceeded to erase all evidence of what just happened.

It was long, but he managed to get presentable. He was even able to confirm his theory, as he portaled to his study to use his healing spell on his cloaca and side cut.

Sure, the poison used on the blade probably hadn't helped his previous attempts, but the problem was also that he needed to maintain the spell until the healing was done, and it involved a lot more concentration than he initially anticipated, along with knowing what you were doing. He still wasn't at his best, but he managed to completely heal his cloaca, since the wounds weren't from a blessed object, hide what remained of the cut on his side with his feathers, and heal his leg enough that it was easier to stand and walk. He had to stop there, as he received a text from Octavia saying Blitz would soon arrive to bring them back. He thanked her for letting him know, and focused on locking everything deep down in his mind to deal with later, once he was alone.

After all, his daughter would soon be back with Stella. With today and yesterday's events, he was almost sure there was a tracking app on her phone too. He should have considered that before and be more careful…

He pointedly refused to think about next week, and instead focused on Blitz as he checked his position with his spell. Indeed, he was on the move toward Loona and Via.

Blitz…

Stolas shook his head, but voices kept coming back, whispering how ugly he was, how socially awkward, how too much, pathetic, weak, shameful, nerd, unworthy…

Fuck, he wasn't supposed to have listened to all their comments and remarks! Yet here there were, plaguing his mind despite all his efforts to lock these away, too.

But he had to admit… It did make sense. Octavia did love him, but she loved Stella too. They were his parents, and yet he had made so many mistake with her…

Then there was Blitz. The imp… Well, probably didn't really want anything to do with him. Looking back to their interactions, it simply looked like he was forcing himself, at most felt hurt in his professional pride, maybe felt sorry for Via and acted because Loona asked him to, but nothing much. Even the times Stolas could have seen as flirt, or Blitz being flustered by his presence, were probably just the imp being annoyed at the close proximity again and his heavy flirting, despite his efforts to tune these down. He was so desperate for love and affection, especially with everything happening on Stella's side… He was probably projecting again.

It wasn't healthy. It wasn't what he intended to do when he gave him the crystal. With Stella's threat, he didn't have a choice either way, but maybe it was also for the best. Now, he had to find a way to deal with all of this all alone, reassure his daughter, hide what just happened to Blitz and his daughter – Loona probably smelled his injuries when he went to IMP to show them the disguises, now that he thought about it, if what just happened was anything to go by – and handle the rest without them suspecting a thing, and stay away from the imp as much as he could, ideally without pushing him away if he still wanted to explain himself later...

Gosh, he was so tired.

05/06/2024

I can't really put tags here as I do on AO3, but the goal of this fic is to touch rape recovery topics, so yeah, we're not done with that kind of stuff yet, sorry ^^'

See you next week!