The next part of @painful-pooch and I's collab: From Tyrant to Martyr!
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CW: creepy/possessive whumper, lady whump, noncon, age gap, implied pet whump, 18+
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Marlow kneels in the guest bedroom, hair in a high, tight ponytail and eyes cast down at the floor. Hunter has started selling her out to his guests for extra money, not like he needs it. He says it’s making up for all the money he spends on dog food. Not like she wanted the dog food in the first place, but he’s still making her get more money.
“Here she is,” Hunter says, opening the door to the guest room. Marlow doesn’t look up, but she hears the two sets of footsteps entering the room.
“Gorgeous.” A hand lifts her head up by the hair, and Marlow’s juniper green eyes meet steely blue grey ones. Faraday Abernathy. He’s her most frequent client, like he has some kind of obsession with her. “Absolutely gorgeous. Hunter, here’s the money.” He passes Hunter a stack of cash, but his attention isn’t on the man. “Close the door on your way out.”
Marlow doesn’t dare break her gaze from Faraday, even as the door slams shut. She trembles in his grip, her mind racing through all the possible scenarios of what he could put her through. At least there isn’t a video camera in here tonight. At least her utter humiliation won’t be caught on camera.
He releases her hair, walking over to sit on the bed and loosening his tie. He hums in appreciation at her soft, submissive position, patting his knee. “Come up, flower. I want you close enough to touch.”
He’s got to be at least thirty years older than her, and yet he speaks to her like he’s in love. Marlow crawls along the floor until she reaches the bed, then climbs into Faraday’s lap, straddling him. His hands are so gentle that she almost forgets the violence he’s wrought on her body. The way his fingers trace circles on her hips almost makes her forget that he’s beaten her into a bloody pulp.
He leans close to her, his breath at her ear. “He took it easy on you these past few days,” he whispers. “You’re lucky, flower. It was my request that Hunter didn’t harm your pretty little face for a week. I wanted to see you more…pure.” He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, chuckling softly. “I wanted to see your eyes without bruises around them. You have gorgeous eyes.”
Marlow is at a loss for words. He’s raped her, whipped her, drugged her. He’s spat on her and called her vile names, and yet he acts like none of that ever happened. She can’t even find the words to reply, other than the burning urge to tell him exactly what she thinks.
That was a mistake. Faraday slaps her hard in the face, knocking her head to the side and drawing out a gasp from her. “You’re beautiful, flower. What do you say to that?”
“Thank you, Master.” A cold revulsion runs down her spine, but she knows she has to cooperate with him or face his wrath. Hunter is capable of great violence, but Faraday is…unpredictable, and in a way, that makes him worse. His desire for her makes him unstable, and she doesn’t know quite how to handle that.
“You’re welcome, flower,” Faraday says, pressing a soft kiss to her jawline. “See? I can be nice when you’re well behaved. You should know that by now, hmmm?”
“Yes, Master.” Marlow adjusts herself on his lap, sliding forward so she’s closer to him. “I know that. I’ll be good tonight, I swear.” She reaches out, running her finger down his chest, and the movement disgusts her. She doesn’t want to be doing this to her rapist. It feels like a perversion of the romance between her and her fiance. “What do you want me to do tonight, Master? Did you pay Mr. Bianchi for penetration?”
He grips her chin hard, rage filling his eyes. “Don’t you dare ask me what I’ve paid for. I’m owed every single part of your body. You’re just property, flower. And if I could make you mine, I would. But Hunter refuses to sell you to me. It’s a pity. Maybe I should make you feel that anger.”
“Or…” Marlow rests her finger between his pecs, forcing a flirty smile. “Or we could fuck, Master Faraday.” She feels sick to her stomach. She hates giving in like this, but she knows that it’s the only way she’ll survive.
“I like the sound of that,” Faraday says with a chuckle, and he throws her back onto the bed, forcing her legs open.
She goes somewhere else when this happens. She has her own place, she imagines a wide open field full of flowers and Val by her side. She does not face the reality of what’s happening between her legs. No, she doesn’t want to go there. She wants to stay in the warm sun among the flowers with Val at her side.
Part 3 of @painful-pooch and I's collab: From Tyrant to Martyr!
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TW: pet whump, noncon, dissociation from trauma, some pretty extreme humiliation and degradation, sadism, 18+
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Low just keeps getting lower. Dressed in a pair of cheap angel wings, a halo headband, and streaks of blood and come, Marlow Stenberg, just known as ‘Star’ to the cheering guests surrounding her, lowers her head to the bowl of putrid dog food in front of her and takes her first slow bite, gagging the second the rancid taste hits her tongue.
Hunter keeps his foot on her back, on the dozens of whip marks he’s scattered there in the first days of her captivity, all in various stages of healing. He’s threatened her with a tattoo gun, but so far the worst he’s done is brand his initials on her upper arm. It’s ugly and she hates it, but she knows Reaper has a good tattoo guy who can fix her up.
One day at a time, even in this perversion of beauty. She finishes chewing the bite of dog food before Hunter allows her to sit up. She opens her mouth to show him and the guests that she swallowed, and she hates their cheers. What sick people cheer to see a woman eating dog food?
“Pretty bitch you’ve got there, Hunter,” one of them comments, smirking down at Marlow. “Nice and young looking. Harder and harder to get these gorgeous younger ones that are still legal. You breaking her in good?”
“You know me, Amos.” Hunter hasn’t taken his eyes off his angle, the crooked fuzzy halo on her head and the askew wings, kept on her back by thin pieces of silver elastic. “I always break them in good. She’s giving me trouble, but that means she’ll last longer than the others. Or at least, I have a feeling I can keep her longer.”
Others…what the fuck does he mean by others? He’s…taken other girls before her…that’s the only logical conclusion and it terrifies Marlow. He’s done this before, and based on the way this conversation is going, it seems like he kills them quickly. She can’t have that happen, she needs to get back to her dad and her fiance and her team. She has a reason to fight.
Without being told, she stands up, clenching her hands into fists and relaxing them. This is just like the Arena, fight to survive. And she’s not going to sleep with torn holes and a beaten body tonight. She’s Marlow fucking Stenberg, not Star. Not some fucked up angel. Marlow. Fucking. Stenberg.
Hunter tilts his head to her, his hand going to the remote. “Something the matter, sweet Starshine? You still have a whole doggie bowl of food. Dogs aren’t wasteful, you know. They eat everything given to them unless they’re sick and need to be put down.”
“I’m not a dog,” she responds, voice smooth and even and calm. Sudden aggression will only earn her a shock. “I’m going upstairs, Hunter. Fuck this. I’m not a dog and I’m not a spectacle for these monsters to watch.”
Just as she turns to go up the stairs, someone grabs her by the arm, and as she whips around, she sees…not Hunter, but a different man. Cold, blue gray eyes meet her soft juniper ones, his red hair and beard are peppered with gray, and there’s nothing but lust and anger as he throws her to the ground. She cracks her head on the wood floor, everything ringing for a few moments before the man steps back over her, straddling her and crouching down. “So this is her, Hunter,” the man says, a thick Scottish accent clogging his voice.
“This is Star,” Hunter says. “Still working on the attitude problem, Faraday. She’s not a very grateful dog.”
The man, Faraday, laughs. “I don’t know if she’ll make it as long as you claim, Hunter. If she doesn’t learn to behave…” He grabs a handful of her tit, squeezing so hard she yelps. “You’ll probably kill her within the month.”
“No. She’s a natural masochist. She’s too valuable to get rid of.” Hunter just casually shares her biggest secret like it’s nothing, and Marlow wants to cringe back and hide. He found out on the third night, and since then, he’s been exploiting it to the maximum. “She’ll be my puppy for a long time. But as for her bad behavior…”
Faraday grins, and it sends a chill down Marlow’s spine. Whatever this man is capable of…it’s just as bad as Hunter, maybe even worse. “Want help disciplining her?”
“Always.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Marlow tries to squirm away, and she manages to escape Faraday’s clutches, but she just runs right into Hunter. He slams his fist into her face, and the force of that plus her weakness from barely eating or drinking sends her careening to the floor. She hears the snap of one of the angel wings as she hits the floor, but she also hears the snap of her shoulder popping out of place. She screams in pain, but she doesn’t get a second to take it in or fix her shoulder. Faraday kicks her hard in the ribs, and she feels the bones cracking there. She rolls over, and just finds herself at the feet of Hunter, who kicks her in the stomach.
She wants to throw up, but she holds it in, reminds herself that she can take a beating and more, that she’s stronger than what they can do to her. But is she?
Hunter pulls her up by the hair, one of the angel wings hanging limply beneath her while the other is twisted. Her halo is askew, brown hair wrapped around it. He laughs, and the sound is so cold and haunting. “Look at this. A shattered angel.”
Blood drips from her nose, her abdomen is bruised, her right arm hangs limply from her socket, the old cuts littering her body have opened back up. She can’t feel…anything. She remembers her lessons from Val, that numbing out is her brain’s way of keeping itself, but she can’t feel anything except panic rising in her chest. This isn’t Rico. This isn’t pain to teach a lesson, this is just…pain. Pain and more pain and sadism.
Hunter drops her to the floor, putting his foot on the back of her neck and smashing her face into the bowl of dog food. She can’t breathe around the foul smell, she can’t take it. She cries into the bowl, her body shaking with sobs, and that was all it took for Hunter, because a few moments later, ropes of come hit her back and Marlow, the shattered angel, lets her mind leave her body face down in the dog food.
Part five of @painful-pooch and I's collab: From Tyrant to Martyr!
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CW: nonconsensual drug use, implied noncon, drug overdose, implied pet whump (not BBU), 18+
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It’s another fucking party. Marlow hates these things. It’s just an excuse for Hunter and his friends to be sadistic and cruel under the guise of destressing. If Marlow wanted to destress, she’d just go take a fucking hike or something. Not torture someone at a rich person party.
Hunter is speaking with the strange Scottish man, Faraday, and he approaches Marlow slowly, caviar on crostini in one hand and a brightly coloured pill in the other. Marlow, bound on her knees and dressed in red lingerie, rolls her eyes. “Tell me I get the caviar.”
Hunter snarls. “I’d slap you if I had a free hand.” He finishes off the caviar crostini and holds out the pill. “I wanted to make tonight extra special for us all. Gonna take this pill, Star, or do I have to coat it in peanut butter?”
“What is it?” she asks, tilting her head and letting her brown hair spill over one shoulder. It’s one of Hunter’s favorite moves, and Marlow always pulls it to get smaller things she wants.
He smirks down at her, holding her chin with his free hand. “LSD. Just one pill, a special development by my friend Faraday, and your whole world will go spinning.”
She rests her chin in Hunter’s grip, and the only thing she can do in defiance is press down hard against the man’s fingers. “I assume I don’t have any choice in if I take this or not?”
“That’s correct, pet. You can take the pill, or you get a beating and then you take the pill. Either way, I’m getting this thing in your puppy slut mouth.” He holds the pill out, something so unhinged in his eyes. “Open wide, Starshine.”
Marlow opens her mouth slowly, glaring up at him as he places the pill on her tongue, then forces her mouth closed and pinches her nose so she’s forced to swallow. It tastes slightly bitter going down, the aftertaste lingering in her mouth even when the pill is gone. And LSD…she’s familiar with it, but never took it herself. She’s seen two people on it…Kovacevic and Lukas. Kovacevic, ever the dominating mob man, got violent and destroyed everything around him, including Marlow. Lukas was hypersexual and giggly, seeking out the nearest person to touch him. She wonders what she’ll be like…the thought terrifies her. “H-how long…” She clears her throat, why is her mouth so dry? “H-how long w-will it take to work?”
“Eh, pretty rapidly. Fifteen minutes or so. So stay there and we’ll come back and check on you.” He laughs at his own joke. “Oh wait. You’re all tied up.”
As Hunter walks away, Marlow focuses on her body’s reaction to the drug. She’s weak and small and hasn’t eaten much, it should kick in quicker on her. She feels like the skin on the back of her neck is crawling, then down her arms and legs. The room rapidly fluctuates from hot to cold, and the edges of objects start to…blur. Words turn into a slurred jumble, she doesn’t know if this is up or down or if she’s walking on the ceiling or not.
A small laugh escapes her as one of the paintings on Hunter’s wall bursts into life, the once-still flowers swaying in some imaginary breeze. She sees sparks of light, too, bright colors floating through the sky like magical orbs. She reaches up to touch one, her fingers brushing through it and turning it into thousands of smaller orbs.
Beautiful. Breathtaking.
Except for the man approaching her. He’s a dark shadow with cold brown eyes, drawing her in and trapping her there. Still, she giggles as she sees a bunch of butterflies float past a group of baby pink orbs.
“Oh, she’s not on enough for this to be scary,” the shadow man says. “One more pill should do the trick, no?”
“You shouldn’t, Hunter,” a second shadow man says, this one with piercing blue eyes. “You don’t know how her body will react. Let the puppy have her fun. She’ll be so cute to fuck like this.”
“I love your accent,” Marlow mumbles. The Scottish lilt on each word is like music, and Marlow can’t help but draw it—and him—in.
“See, Hunter?” the blue-eyed shadow says. “She’d be adorable to fuck right now. Imagine her all giggly and happy while getting a nice cock up her ass. Some cooperation from her would be nice. She’d just be so adorable all drugged out like this and at my mercy.”
“While you make a good point…” The brown-eyed shadow takes a pill from his pocket, holding it out. “We have other days to put Star in happy puppy land. She’s going to take this fucking pill and damn the consequences.”
She doesn’t have time to fight it. The last thing she sees after the pill is forced in her mouth is General Kane walking towards her, belt in hand, then the world goes black.
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Marlow’s eyes open slowly, and she groans softly, every part of her body aching and a massive headache splitting her skull open. She’s on the floor of Hunter’s living room, and Faraday is kneeling over her, an empty dose of Narcan. “Wh-what happened?” she stammers out, propping herself up on her elbows.
“You overdosed,” Faraday says with a snarl, looking back at Hunter. “He made you take an extra dose of LSD. You were screaming about a man named Kane before you fell over and had a seizure.”
“Oh.” Marlow brushes her sweat-soaked hair off her forehead, unable to meet Hunter’s eyes. Fuck Hunter. He’s already fucking her body up, he doesn’t need to fuck her up with drugs too. “Sorry,” she murmurs, not knowing what else to say.
Faraday’s gaze softens. “Don’t be sorry, flower. It’s okay. Rest here and I’ll get you some water.”
He walks off, leaving Marlow to wonder what in the hell just happened.
