Niktos Captive
७ Nikto x Reader Oneshot: explicit smut, non-con, rough, mean, painful, virginity loss. ୭
Nikto dug his knee into the bed causing it to dip slightly. Your breath, soft and warm against the cold air of the dimly lit room. So delicate.
“Wake up, girl.” He whispered, leaning over and tenderly brushing a strand of hair over your ear.
Stirring slightly you furrowed your eyebrows. He stroked his hand over your arm then down against the curve in your hips until he reached your butt.
“Wake up,” he cooed again, leaning back slightly to get a better view of your rear end. Your lace panties were exposed slightly under the nightie you had been found in. The shape of your folds could just be made out under the soft, white fabric. Blood rushed to Nikto's cock, it ached to be inside of you.
Three days had passed since your capture. Just a civilian, easy prey. It was his men who had discovered you initially, in the now blown out ruin of your family home. Shoving you back and forth between each other as they argued over who would plunge into your virgin core first. If Nikto hadn’t broken it up in time, then it would have been all four of the brutes.
“This one's mine.” He asserted. They scoffed and bickered at his claim, but overall there was nothing they could do, he was in command. He took you back to their makeshift barracks, his men lagging behind, dissatisfied with the fact they would be getting nothing tonight while Nikto would. Though it never came. Nikto promised he wouldn’t force you into anything but each day he became more persistent in you giving up your innocence for him.
He pressed a thumb between the mountains of your folds where a wet patch began to form through the lace.
“You will have to let me take you at some point.” He mewed, growing harder in his pants.
You writhed your legs as if trying to dislodge the firm placement of his thumb.
“You like, yeah?” He smirked, moving his thumb in a circular motion. The feeling became too much and with a sharp moan you jolted awake. Pulling your body away from him you pushed yourself against the wall on the far side of the bed. A pathetic “no” was all you could squeak.
Sighing, he looked up at the ceiling then back at you, his eyes the only thing visible on his covered face.
“My men complain to me,” he started in his thick accent, “you’re free use, they say, since I’m not using you.” You twitched as he gripped your ankle, a subtle hint at the power he had over you. “I don’t want to cause arguments over you, they should get to–” he paused, trying to remember the phrase “--blow off steam.”
The thought of them discussing you like this made you dizzy, you tried pulling your leg away from his grasp, however he held you still.
“I don’t think you understand, girl. My men, not so nice. Me, nice.”
His calm disposition made his empathy seem almost believable. Whimpering, you tried relaxing your body. Nikto dragged himself closer to you onto the bed as you let out soft cries.
“Hush, hush. There, there.” His cock couldn't help but throb at the sight of your pathetic state.
You let him take your hand, dainty and small against his rough palm. He put it to the bulge growing in his cargo pants, letting you feel his hardness.
Bucking his hips just slightly, he breathed, “you do this to me.”
Looking away, you hid your red face behind your hair. Embarrassment encompassed you like a cage. Nikto let go of your hand, the sound of a zipper followed.
“Look,” he said.
When you didn’t move he pushed himself closer to you on his knees. You were now cornered against the wall you had retreated to for safety.
“Look,” he repeated, sounding slightly more annoyed.
Sighing at your lack of compliance, he took your hand again and used it like a fleshlight to grip his cock; he moaned while rubbing it up and down along his length. The heat and size of it making you squirm.
He carried on for a minute then set you free.
“Come now,” his breath was heavy with desire, “time to taste.” With tenderness he stroked the hair out of your face, chuckling at the sight of your tightly shut eyes, “is not scary.”
You made no effort to move with your brain locked in a fawn response.
He exhaled, “don’t make me get rough with you.”
He waited a moment then clawed into your arm, dragging you forward. You opened your eyes in shock, choking on a cry. He gripped your hair, forcing you into a kneeling position directly below his heat.
“Lick my balls,” he barked.
You winced at the harshness in his order and the pain in the tug of your hair. In defeat you stuck your tongue out, letting him use it to his liking. “Ah, so you are a good girl.” You could tell he was smirking.
All you could taste was the build up of sweat accumulated over days of stress and labour out in the field. Gripping his thick thighs you tried not to think about when he might have last washed himself. It didn’t matter, your mouth was cleaning him now.
Humiliation was the only feeling you had and he was getting off on it. It was driving him into a frenzy.
“You like the taste of my balls, whore?” The slight comfort that was once in his voice had shifted. "You like cleaning the enemy with your mouth?"
He jerked himself off while high on the pleasure the wet warmth of your tongue gave him. Tears rolling down your face met the saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth.
All of a sudden he twisted your hair and shoved you down onto the bed with a growl in his throat. Falling onto your stomach, you craned your neck to look at him. Without hesitation he straddled your thighs, preventing your legs from moving and rubbed his sticky cock against one of your soft, round cheeks.
Nikto huffed greedily, eager to mount you. He had been waiting so long to stuff you full. The suffering he had faced from being around your soft, delicious body, knowing you were ripe for a fucking had been brutal. Now it was time he brutalised you.
“Please,” you cried, “please sto–” Your words were cut short by a wail of pain as he spanked your butt with his large hand.
“Shut the fuck up.” His accent had become heavier from annoyance. “I waited enough already.”
He pulled your panties to the side, fingering your folds, searching for your hole.
“Mmm, so wet for me,” he chuckled.
You squirmed, trying to grab at his hands from behind your back. He took no notice, gripping both your wrists in one hand and pressing them down into the curve of your spine. There was nothing you could do against his strength. He was wide and built like a ten tonne truck. Any effort you made to struggle was void. Such a weak thing.
The search for your hole continued, his middle finger rubbing in between your slick mountains until he found what he was looking for. He forced his finger into your heat slowly, relishing in your moans, your small legs trying to free themselves from under his weight. What a pathetic little toy.
He tested your hole with his finger a few times, pulling it in and out.
“Your little virgin hole is in trouble.” He laughed at the fear in your eyes. “No worries, no worries. I’ll make it fit.”
Nikto unsheathed his finger from your hole. He pushed the head of his member against the tiny slit of your entrance then put his body weight to good use. A blessing to ruin such a sweet little hole.
“Plea—it hurts.” You sobbed as his tip stretched you open. Nikto knew himself this would be no easy task, but his ambition to break you in spurred him on. He pulled his tip out, wiping it down through your folds to soak it in your fluids.
The hem of your panties pissed him off. He let go of your wrists, using both hands to tear apart your underwear.
Pumped with adrenaline, he growled, shoving your head down into the mattress; ignoring your flailing attempts to escape.
“Stupid fucking bitch.” He spat, wrapping his free arm under your stomach to pull your butt up towards him, still with his other arm resting hard onto your head.
He pressed the tip of his cock back against your entrance, using more force than before. This bitch needs to know who she belongs to.
Your pathetic moans of pain muffled into the mattress only spurred him on. Nikto used more of his weight to force his way in. You could feel yourself stretching around his girth.
The pain was too much. You tried your best to plead with him, whimpering pitifully, "hurts, it hurts.”
He ignored you, too focused on his plunder.
With every tiny thrust he made his way deeper. Your walls clenched around him, squeezing against his length, trying to push him out. The pressure building up inside of you became unbearable. Your legs quivered, becoming limp against his thighs where he held you in place.
Nikto lifted his head back with a grunt. “You love it, huh?”
A few more gentle thrust and he was balls deep. He stayed there for a moment, relishing over your trembling form. The pain of being pried open had turned you completely disabled, the only thing you could do was let him have you. Nikto had mounted you completely and conformed you to his demand.
“Finally mine now,” he cuffawed. He rubbed a hand over your butt, admiring what he had turned you into. Scrunched up and lifeless, speared on his cock, your walls clenching around him over and over. He chuckled to himself, then initiated the slow motion of rocking back and forth.
You gasped at his movements. Back and forth, back and forth. There was no pleasure, just pure pain as though someone was gutting your insides.
“Feels good, yeah?” Nikto grunted, speeding up slightly. You gritted your teeth, an exasperated groan filtering through your lips.
Nikto couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He wanted you exhausted, folded up under his weight; completely ruined.
After only just getting used to his cock inside of you, he pulls out. Gasping at the pain of his sudden movement, you flinch hard. He grabs your arm, manhandling you onto your back.
You looked up at him, your wide eyes filled with terror. He glared back, hungry and unsatisfied.
Nikto grappled at his cock, giving it a few tugs before angling it against your slit. He pushed into you hard, groaning at your entrance trying to resist him. He put his full weight on top of you, his heavy breathing hot against your ear. You choked on a cry as his persistence to shove himself inside of you became more ruthless.
With a rough thrust he growled, breaking far into your core. The sound of your pitiful moan, mixed with the pleasure emitting from his groin coaxed him on. There was no time to wait for adjustments. He needed to satisfy himself while your walls were still tight with fear.
Nikto pulled out a few inches, then thrust back in with all his weight. Your wails snuffed out by his pleasure filled groans. He was loud, huffing and panting like a dog in heat as he rutted into you. There was no shame in his actions, he was selfish, your body there solely to satisfy his needs. A way for his frustration of war to be taken away for a moment and put onto you.
Nikto pounded into you without remorse, each thrust long and rough, deliberately designed to make you scream. He was making music with his cock. Every wail of pain gave him a sense of victory. There’s nothing like killing a man, besides fucking a girl into a coma.
“Good girl.” He groaned, clutching at your breast through your nightie. “Who’s my little slut?”
You felt exhausted, your cries of pain died down into pathetic whimpers. Pressure was building deep inside of you even more. Nikto could feel your walls contracting around his cock. She was made to be dicked down by me.
“Answer me.” He grunted.
Nikto gripped his hand around your neck, not enough to choke you, just enough to be reminded he could snap it in half.
“Tell me you’re my little slut.” He pushed his thumb against your throat.
“I’m—I'm." you stammered, whincing at his rhythmic, cruel pace.
“You’re what?” He smirked under his mask, pleased at your inability to get your words out. It made him thrust harder, your walls clenching more and more until you let yourself go in a cry of overstimulation. You curled your toes, shaking as mess leaked from your abused hole.
Nikto laughed at your organism. Such a pathetic little thing. Refusal will always end in orgasm.
Your finish didn’t slow him down, your hole ached for him to pull out, which only caused your walls to cinch.
“My turn now.” He chuckled, pushing his weight onto you all the more, forcing you into a claustrophobic mating press. “Your pussy wants my cum.”
Your eyes turned wide, panic filling your body.
“No, please," you cried.
“Ah, now you can speak?” He tutted, driving his cock into you, his instincts telling him he needs to be as deep as possible. He buried into your tunnel, carving it out ready for his load.
“I can’t get pregnant,” you tried your best to plead with him, “please don’t cum in me.”
Your pleading only made him more hungry. He wanted to own you, to dominate you; to show you who you belong to.
He panted, “tell me you’re my slut.”
You did as you were told, giving in to what he wanted. Obeying him might get you what you want.
“I’m your slut,” you cried. “I’m your slut. I’m your slut.” You repeated it over and over, humiliating yourself. Anything was better than your insides being plastered in cum.
“You’re so good,” he praised. His pounding became sloppy and disorganised, his groans more needy.
He huffed against your neck, desperate for release. With a few final slow thrusts, you thought he would pull out. He didn’t. He rammed back into you with a single forceful blow. You screamed as he hit the entrance to your cervix. Nikto grunted, filling you with his seed.
“No!” You screamed, trying to pull away. You hands grasping at his biceps. He held you still, rocking into your slightly to milk himself dry.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” He groaned.
You lay still, quivering, whincing as Nikto pulled out of you. His cock limp and slick with both your fluids. He leaned back, admiring his work.
Your hole, now brutalised and aching, began to leak his white seed. Nikto tutted, using his finger to stuff it back inside of you. “No wasting,”
You moaned and flinched a little at his touch, too weak and exhausted to do anything else.
such a sweet little thing.
Nikto closed your legs for you and rolled you over to one side.
“You are very good for me,” he said, patting your butt which you took as praise. He stretched, revealing the row of abs under his shirt. Then he wiped his cock clean on the bed sheets next to you.
“Get some rest now, my pretty girl.” He said cheerfully, leaving the room and shutting the door behind himself.
७ apologies for any mistakes or errors!! <3 ୭
