“Poor thing,” Reese murmured. “It's over, though. They really are quite marvelous, those two.” He smiled. Alfred couldn't help but notice the gun was nowhere to be seen, but he just didn't have the energy to try anything. Reese leaned in to place a tender kiss on Alfred's lips. Alfred jerked back so abruptly he smacked the back of his head into the wall.
Reese laughed, straightening up and returning to Arthur. “So, I thought of something unfair. Do you remember back on the first day, when I locked Alfred in the room with my pets?”
Arthur shuddered. “Yes...”
Alfred swallowed thickly as he watched. You can't mean...
“That was rude of me. I'm sure the two of you would like to play with my pets as well.” Instead of the usual vial, he pulled a bottle out and uncapped it, the air filling with the familiar scent of pheromones. Reese calmly screwed on a different lid, one with a small hole in the top like a shampoo bottle. “A little bit for each of you, hm?” So that explained the bottle, he was bringing enough for everyone now...
Arthur just looked away, exchanging a resigned look with Matthew as the large door slid open, revealing the hulking shapes in the dark room.
Alfred's mind flashed back to the agony and terror of being repeatedly raped for so long, in the dark, nearly torn apart limb from limb. No... Not them. Not that. His breathing grew ragged, pulse thundering in his ears.
Something in his mind snapped again, like it had when Arthur was being gun raped. Not them, never, the dark, so dark, alone, scared, hurts, it hurts...
Alfred wasn't even aware of moving until he was on Reese, screaming incoherently. And for once, Reese was taken by surprise. Alfred swung his fist, adrenaline and fury giving him a strength he had been missing for days. He bared his teeth in a feral grin at the satisfying crunch of bone under his fist, at the blood that flowed from Reese's nose. He brought his knee up, driving it into the rapist's groin. As Reese doubled over in pain, Alfred snagged the bottle away.
It was just too much. Each torture he had watched inflicted on his loved ones had built up inside him, until he felt ready to explode. And he finally had.
Alfred ripped off the lid – the lid with the hole in it, to drizzle out only a small, careful amount, Reese had always made certain to never use to much – and upended the bottle over Reese's head. The entire contents splashed down on him, drenching him in pheromones. Alfred didn't even care that some of it splashed onto him.
But the others did. Arthur and Matthew grabbed Alfred and dragged him back, shocked into silence.
Reese looked up, locking eyes with Alfred as the creatures – making shrieking noises none of them had heard before – bore down on him. “Please...”
The trio just watched as Reese was snagged by multiple tentacles, his clothing torn from him. One plunged into him, and as he screamed another dove into his mouth. More tentacles went for him, forcing their way into his horrendously stretched, bleeding hole, until at least four full-sized tentacles were inside, tearing it violently open, and more were struggling for entry. He shrieked around the one in his throat. One tentacle, despite definitely not being one of the small tendrils, was trying to force itself into his cock. There was a horrible crunch as the organ was crushed between the tentacle and his body. A couple more went for his eyes.
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Toppling The Hero 11b/??
(Anonymous) 2011-08-10 03:47 am (UTC)(link)Reese laughed, straightening up and returning to Arthur. “So, I thought of something unfair. Do you remember back on the first day, when I locked Alfred in the room with my pets?”
Arthur shuddered. “Yes...”
Alfred swallowed thickly as he watched. You can't mean...
“That was rude of me. I'm sure the two of you would like to play with my pets as well.” Instead of the usual vial, he pulled a bottle out and uncapped it, the air filling with the familiar scent of pheromones. Reese calmly screwed on a different lid, one with a small hole in the top like a shampoo bottle. “A little bit for each of you, hm?” So that explained the bottle, he was bringing enough for everyone now...
Arthur just looked away, exchanging a resigned look with Matthew as the large door slid open, revealing the hulking shapes in the dark room.
Alfred's mind flashed back to the agony and terror of being repeatedly raped for so long, in the dark, nearly torn apart limb from limb. No... Not them. Not that. His breathing grew ragged, pulse thundering in his ears.
Something in his mind snapped again, like it had when Arthur was being gun raped. Not them, never, the dark, so dark, alone, scared, hurts, it hurts...
Alfred wasn't even aware of moving until he was on Reese, screaming incoherently. And for once, Reese was taken by surprise. Alfred swung his fist, adrenaline and fury giving him a strength he had been missing for days. He bared his teeth in a feral grin at the satisfying crunch of bone under his fist, at the blood that flowed from Reese's nose. He brought his knee up, driving it into the rapist's groin. As Reese doubled over in pain, Alfred snagged the bottle away.
It was just too much. Each torture he had watched inflicted on his loved ones had built up inside him, until he felt ready to explode. And he finally had.
Alfred ripped off the lid – the lid with the hole in it, to drizzle out only a small, careful amount, Reese had always made certain to never use to much – and upended the bottle over Reese's head. The entire contents splashed down on him, drenching him in pheromones. Alfred didn't even care that some of it splashed onto him.
But the others did. Arthur and Matthew grabbed Alfred and dragged him back, shocked into silence.
Reese looked up, locking eyes with Alfred as the creatures – making shrieking noises none of them had heard before – bore down on him. “Please...”
The trio just watched as Reese was snagged by multiple tentacles, his clothing torn from him. One plunged into him, and as he screamed another dove into his mouth. More tentacles went for him, forcing their way into his horrendously stretched, bleeding hole, until at least four full-sized tentacles were inside, tearing it violently open, and more were struggling for entry. He shrieked around the one in his throat. One tentacle, despite definitely not being one of the small tendrils, was trying to force itself into his cock. There was a horrible crunch as the organ was crushed between the tentacle and his body. A couple more went for his eyes.