What have I done?

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Notes: Viggo gets raped in this one. So please don’t read if that bothers you!!! Dedicated to Tarlwen. I’m sure it was your fault. It always is… ;P

Warnings: Death fic, very cruel content! Don't read if you're not into this!!!


Steps on a wooden floor. Heavy boots. Then the clicking sound of a cigarette lighter and the smell of smoke. Viggo drew in his breath sharply. He was back, his kidnapper had come back to torture him.

An icy cold shiver ran down his back when leather clad fingers started to caress his neck. He tried to back off, but couldn’t for his arms and legs and back were tied to the simple wooden chair he sat on.

Viggo panted as fingers suddenly were accompanied by soft lips, the hot breath of his kidnapper on his skin. The soft kiss became more passionate and soon Viggo felt a tongue caress the sensitive skin of his neck. Fighting for control over his treacherous body, Viggo couldn’t hold back a deep, shivering breath.

“How does he manage this?” he thought. “How does he manage to make me react so violently to him?”

Suddenly fingers and lips drew back and the soft caress was replaced by a searing pain. Viggo couldn’t believe it. The bloody bastard was actually extinguishing his bloody cigarette in his neck. Screaming with fury Viggo jerked away his head, but it didn’t help. The pain was even increasing with every second and unable to move his hands, unable to do anymore than sit and scream he just could wait for the horrible pain to stop.

The stranger chuckled at Viggo’s reaction and surrounded his chair with heavy steps so that his prisoner could see him.

“You sick bastard!” Viggo snarled through clenched teeth and tried to spit on the tear blurred vision in front of him. The man didn’t seem impressed at all and simply lit another cigarette, blowing the smoke into Viggo’s face.

Eventually Viggo’s tears had dried and he could take a first look at his torturer. He wasn’t at all what Viggo had supposed him to be like. Intelligent blue eyes looked calmly at him through frameless glasses and slender hands moved to rake themselves through blond, tousled hair as a fake smile settled on his lips.

“Maybe I am a bastard,” his torturer replied in a deep, controlled voice. “But maybe it isn’t me who is a bloody bastard, but you…” The man placed a second chair in front of Viggo and sat down on it. “You haven’t been a nice boy, you know?” he said in a voice that resembled a mother scolding her child.

“What have I done?” Viggo whispered in a horse voice. “What have I done to deserve this?” But the man didn’t answer.

Viggo’s blood seemed to freeze in his veins when he heard the next words. “I think we need to punish you…” The torturer stood up and walked away to rummage somewhere behind Viggo’s back.

“I will gag you now,” the man suddenly whispered into Viggo’s ear and tied a piece of cloth around his face. “We don’t want anybody to hear your screams, do we?”

Viggo’s whole body started to shake and he lowered his gaze when the man came to stand in front of him, because he didn’t want him to see the pain in the depths of his eyes.

“You are frightened, aren’t you?” the man asked almost apologetically and bent to undo the knot around Viggo’s back. “I will not let you free,” he stated coldly as he saw a hopeful sparkle in Viggo’s grey eyes. “But unfortunately I can’t do what I have planned with you tied to a chair…” He bent deeper and undid the knot around Viggo’s ankles, too. “Stand up!”

Viggo obeyed the command, trying to get up without falling to the ground as blood rushed into limbs he hadn’t moved for quite a while.

The man walked over to him, suddenly holding a dagger to his throat. “Don’t you even think of fleeing,” he hissed menacingly. “I will most certainly use that dagger if I must.” He yanked Viggo by his hair and led him to a mattress in a corner of the room. There he chained him to the cold stone wall. Unexpectedly the cold look on the man’s face vanished and he started to laugh hysterically.

Viggo’s eyes widened in fear as he thought of what this maniac would do to him. The man was mad, bloody fucking mad.

“We forgot about your clothes!” the man giggled. “And now you’re already chained!” Viggo’s torturer wiped away the tears he had laughed and freed Viggo from his clothes by simply cutting them into pieces with his dagger. Again Viggo could do nothing but wait.

When the man was finished, he stood up and silently looked at his work. Again and again he let his gaze roam over Viggo’s naked form. “Where shall I begin?” he mumbled. “So many tempting possibilities…”

Sighing deeply the stranger let his index finger glide down Viggo’s broad shoulders and back. “Some red stripes would look beautiful on that white skin of yours I bet… What do you think? Or should I save that for later? I so can’t wait to fuck that virgin ass of yours!” Again the man laughed as Viggo jerked. “I know you are straight, Viggo. I’ve seen you with your girlfriend. Lovely! She’s very beautiful… I bet she cries for you, hoping that you’ll come back…”

Viggo tried to fight back the tears of desperation. He wouldn’t humiliate himself in front of that bastard. He wouldn’t give the man what he wanted.

“I think I’ve made my decision,” the man mumbled and without a warning he thrust two fingers into Viggo’s entrance.

A muffled howl of pain came from Viggo’s lips as inner muscles cramped at the sudden intrusion. He yanked at the chains attached to his wrists, but they didn’t give in. Tears of defeat came to Viggo’s eyes. He couldn’t do anything to stop the burning movements of his torturer who was now thrusting his fingers in and out of his passage in a constant rhythm.

//Relax…// Viggo scolded himself. //Relax… It will get better once you stop fighting it.// Despite his pain Viggo forced his inner muscles to stop cramoing.

His torturer noticed this and smiled. “You like that, don’t you, bitch?” With that he changed the angle slightly and hit a small bundle of nerves. “How do you like that?”

A choked moan escaped Viggo’s lips as suddenly pain mixed with pleasure.

The torturer grinned knowingly. “I think you’ve had enough for now…” he whispered and drew back his fingers.

Viggo bit his tongue as he couldn’t hold back a disappointed whimper at the sudden emptiness.

“Patience, Viggo!” the man laughed. “It won’t take long and I’ll fill that tight ass of yours up with my cock!” Another evil grin. “But before we do that I’ll have to give you some obedience lessons…”

The man stood up, walked away and came back with a black leather whip. “Get on your knees, bitch!” Again he laughed hysterically. “I’ve so wanted to say that to you ever since I have seen you for the first time!” With that a first hard blow landed on Viggo’s back, breaking his skin.

Soon Viggo’s throat was raw from screaming and he shuddered at the feeling of his blood dripping down his back.

Walking away a few steps, the man threw away his whip and admired his work, slowly caressing the now prominent bulge in his jeans. “You look so beautiful, Viggo,” he panted. “I think you’ve earned yourself a reward.” He stripped himself from his clothing and kneeled down before Viggo, softly fondling the other man’s gag. “I’ll take this off now,“ he explained. “Your saliva will be your only lubrication when I’ll fuck you, so it’s up to you…”

A defeated sob came from Viggo’s lips as he understood, obediently parting his lips, fighting his gag reflex when the man forced him to swallow his cock whole, finally letting him grab Viggo’s skull, fuck his mouth with fast and brutal thrusts, not fighting anymore, just letting it happen.

Afetr what seemed like an eternity to Viggo the man drew back with a deep moan. “You have an extremely fuckable mouth, bitch.” He licked his lips and walked behind Viggo, entering him with one hard thrust. “But that’s nothing compared to your tight ass.”

Viggo screamed with agony as he felt like being split in two. It didn’t take long until the world around him was swallowed by blackness.

~*~

Hours later Viggo woke with a strangled cry upon his lips and tugged sleepily at the chains, still hoping that everything was just a nightmare. But he was wrong. He was still securely tied to the wall. He crouched into the corner, pressing himself against the cold stone wall, the chains ringing with every move he made, wincing when a burning pain reminded him of his wounded back. His whole body was aching, so it didn’t matter. A bottle of water stood beside him and Viggo grabbed it, drinking the cold liquid greedily.

Suddenly laughter emerged from the other side of the room. “Easy, Viggo! We don’t want you to choke on it!”

Viggo felt like crying. The man was back, had probably never left.

“Ready for a second go?”


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