Charles/Azazel, Charles/Janos, Charles/Shaw - non-con, gang bang
anonymous
September 13 2011, 22:42:08 UTC
Shaw manages to capture Charles. He's placed at a desk or bed or something and the males of the hellfire club line up to fuck him from behind.
Bonus: If there is a description of the differences, how each of them feels different for Charles bacuse of the shape, or the pace, or the angle, or the force.
Double bonus: If Charles tries to draw conclusions about their character traits from the way they fuck him. (Patiently? Urgently? Rough?)
Re: Charles/Azazel, Charles/Janos, Charles/Shaw - non-con, gang bang
anonymous
September 28 2011, 18:31:20 UTC
I have two questions:
1) Shaw puts the Helmet on Charles to block his telepathy, right? 2) Is it okay with you if I add a couple more mooks to Shaw's stable of studs? 3) Erik comes charging to the rescue at the end, right?
Re: Charles/Azazel, Charles/Janos, Charles/Shaw - non-con, gang bang
anonymous
September 28 2011, 19:05:09 UTC
Not OP but: Shaw does put on his helmet to block Charles's telepathy. As for Janos and Azazel, I guess you could say that Shaw placed some sort of device that blocks the telepathy that way Charles is completely helpless and can't manipulate Janos or Azazel...or I have seen Shaw place the helmet on Charles. Up to you lovely possible writer anon~
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anonymous
November 7 2011, 05:13:15 UTC
It couldn't be worse, not than this. Skin pressing into Shaw's grip as he swallows, Charles growls, "Can't perform with the willing, then? Can't get anyone to fuck you for love nor money?" as he shifts his foot sideways as much as possible. It's not much, kicking Shaw's ankle barely makes his own toes twinge, but it's something.
Shaw responds with an aching thrust that drives Charles gasping up onto his toetips, and not with the blackout squeeze Charles sought. "Actually," Shaw says, breathless and mild, as he palms Charles's helmeted head, "didn't Erik tell you, tears excite me?"
(i.e., I'm working on this and closing in on done.)
Azazel/Charles, Charles/Janos, Charles/Shaw, 1/6. NON-CON, abduction, violence, gang-bang
anonymous
November 8 2011, 04:25:17 UTC
It has always been perennially amazing to Charles, how it only takes a moment for a person's life to be turned entirely topsy turvy, upside down.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ One moment, Charles is strolling down a hallway, on the way from a restroom to a sunroom overlooking the lawn, when he hears a distant noise between a pop and a peal of thunder, and feels another mind in his house. He reaches out for the intruder's identity, but the person vanishes from his mind's eye just as air and smoke explode behind him, as a hand clamps heavily on his shoulder. Charles tries to turn, to pull away, flinging out a telepathic shout to everyone around him, but he only gains one glimpse of white teeth bared in a craggy vermillion face before black sulfurous smoke engulfs him
( ... )
Azazel/Charles, Charles/Janos, Charles/Shaw, 2/6. NON-CON, abduction, violence, gang-bang
anonymous
November 8 2011, 04:27:21 UTC
"Da," Charles hears, deep and lascivious, and a stream of Slavic syllables. He doesn't know Russian, so without his telepathy --
A spread hand plants in the center of his back, covering far too much area, as something pointed and resilient draws a fine hot line from his waistband down the central crease of his trousers, and Charles gasps "Oh," before he can keep silent. "Oh, really, I don't --" The seam parts, cool air rushing in, and Charles's trousers and pants sag down his hips before they're grasped and jerked away, leaving him bared from the waist down as his face begins to burn. "This isn't necessary, really --" Nudity is often a precursor to torture, he remembers, dispassionate words on a distant page, his mind whirling around the present thought
( ... )
Azazel/Charles, Charles/Janos, Charles/Shaw, 3/6. NON-CON, abduction, violence, gang-bang
anonymous
November 8 2011, 04:29:17 UTC
Charles tries to bite anyway, his teeth chattering as his jaw's held shut, his guts spasming as Shaw pushes ever deeper; it's an immense burning strain, and Charles can't expel him, can't resist him, can't escape this at all. Shaw pushes further, sending agony pulsing up Charles's spine, making him behind his clenched teeth as Shaw huffs and slides his grip down over Charles's throat. Shaw tugs back, fingers tightening fearfully over Charles's windpipe, and Charles's heart bangs against his locked as he's seemingly pulled inside out. Could this get even worse? Would that be worse? A scornful comment in Russian and Charles can feel Shaw's laugh propagate between their joined bodies, and he flushes even hotter as he remembers the others waiting, doubtless for their turns
( ... )
Azazel/Charles, Charles/Janos, Charles/Shaw, 4/6. NON-CON, abduction, violence, gang-bang
anonymous
November 8 2011, 04:30:54 UTC
"This is," Charles gasps, and he sounds reedy and choked and just as battered as he feels, but as long as he can speak he can resist, "against every -- nnh," as another set of hands curl around his hips and Shaw sits on the desk beside his shoulder -- "every civilized law -- ow --" as the man behind him nudges him, blunt and stinging -- "concerning prisoners, every decent practice, ow, god damn it, stop
( ... )
Azazel/Charles, Charles/Janos, Charles/Shaw, 5/6. NON-CON, abduction, violence, gang-bang
anonymous
November 8 2011, 04:33:27 UTC
Releasing his tail's constricting hold, Azazel withdraws on a sticky-sounding wet slurp. Thick fluid trickles down Charles's thighs, hot tears trickling from his eyes, and he grits his teeth till his jaw creaks. Without the Frost woman, Shaw reportedly has only these two henchmen; one more and this ordeal will be over, Charles reminds himself, but he still twitches when a long hand settles on his back, he still clenches painfully around nothing and gasps involuntarily
( ... )
Azazel/Charles, Charles/Janos, Charles/Shaw, 6/6. NON-CON, abduction, violence, gang-bang
anonymous
November 8 2011, 04:34:45 UTC
"No, you can't --" Two hard presses, side by side against tender abused flesh, and Charles thrashes in the unbreakable double hold, his fingertips scrabbling across hot flat planes of muscle. "It won't work, it won't, no, stop, please--"Mmm, yes," Shaw murmurs, pressing his cheek to the helmet as he pushes up into Charles again, heavy and solid and edged with pain, as Charles arches, his head thrown back over a hard shoulder, a cry leaking from between his teeth. A long sleek cord winds around Charles's throat, Azazel's demonic tail, and Charles has a wild thought of flinging himself forwards, of strangling himself until all this horror fades away
( ... )
He's placed at a desk or bed or something and the males of the hellfire club line up to fuck him from behind.
Bonus: If there is a description of the differences, how each of them feels different for Charles bacuse of the shape, or the pace, or the angle, or the force.
Double bonus: If Charles tries to draw conclusions about their character traits from the way they fuck him. (Patiently? Urgently? Rough?)
Make it dirrrty.
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1) Shaw puts the Helmet on Charles to block his telepathy, right?
2) Is it okay with you if I add a couple more mooks to Shaw's stable of studs?
3) Erik comes charging to the rescue at the end, right?
.. oops, I guess that's three questions.
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Shaw does put on his helmet to block Charles's telepathy. As for Janos and Azazel, I guess you could say that Shaw placed some sort of device that blocks the telepathy that way Charles is completely helpless and can't manipulate Janos or Azazel...or I have seen Shaw place the helmet on Charles.
Up to you lovely possible writer anon~
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Shaw responds with an aching thrust that drives Charles gasping up onto his toetips, and not with the blackout squeeze Charles sought. "Actually," Shaw says, breathless and mild, as he palms Charles's helmeted head, "didn't Erik tell you, tears excite me?"
(i.e., I'm working on this and closing in on done.)
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~ ~ ~ ~ ~ One moment, Charles is strolling down a hallway, on the way from a restroom to a sunroom overlooking the lawn, when he hears a distant noise between a pop and a peal of thunder, and feels another mind in his house. He reaches out for the intruder's identity, but the person vanishes from his mind's eye just as air and smoke explode behind him, as a hand clamps heavily on his shoulder. Charles tries to turn, to pull away, flinging out a telepathic shout to everyone around him, but he only gains one glimpse of white teeth bared in a craggy vermillion face before black sulfurous smoke engulfs him ( ... )
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A spread hand plants in the center of his back, covering far too much area, as something pointed and resilient draws a fine hot line from his waistband down the central crease of his trousers, and Charles gasps "Oh," before he can keep silent. "Oh, really, I don't --" The seam parts, cool air rushing in, and Charles's trousers and pants sag down his hips before they're grasped and jerked away, leaving him bared from the waist down as his face begins to burn. "This isn't necessary, really --" Nudity is often a precursor to torture, he remembers, dispassionate words on a distant page, his mind whirling around the present thought ( ... )
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any chance for a sequel :D:D?
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