Why me?
Name: Why Me? 1/?
Author: i_ht_wolfe
Raiting: Nc/17?
Warnings: rape, non-con, major angst, kidnapping
Pairing: Horatio/Ryan
Beta: the wonderful
katrinatoc
Disclaimer: They arn't mine, yet *plots to kidnap them*
I need some air. I know it’s stupid but I can’t help it. Seeing Delko and H at the crime scene got me jealous. I’m in love with H and it really doesn’t help that he is my boss. Right now I just need some fresh air. I’m about to walk back home when a black SUV pulls up and a man rolls down the window asking for directions. I told the man but he said he wasn’t good with directions so could I show him on a map. As I stepped up to the SUV I don’t notice the man behind me until something strikes me on the back of my head and knocks me down. Whilst I am docile the two men, the one from the car and the one had attacked me, both lifted my smaller frame into the back seat and tie my hands behind my back. The men enter the vehicle when I am bound and begin to drive off as I slip into unconsciousness.
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When I wake I am aware of the fact that I am in someone’s basement and I am on a chair, against a wooden pole with my hands cuffed behind the pole. I am still trying to figure out why I was stupid enough to trust the man and walk up to him instead of going home. Horatio! I need to start my shift in…what time is it? My thoughts on what time it is are banished when I hear a voice from upstairs.
“You hit him to hard you Fuckin idiot!”
That’s when the door opens and I see two men standing at the top of the stairs. One is taller than the other but it’s the smaller one that seems to be in charge as he pushes the taller one forward in a silent way of telling him to move. He is wearing blue ripped jeans and an old AC/DC t-shirt with tattered old boots. His face is round and pale, with large green eyes that will haunt me for the rest of my life. He has dirty blonde spiky hair and he is staring at me the same way a starving man would look at his first meal in months and I wonder what he wants with me. The taller, skinnier one is wearing a similar smile on his face. He too is wearing a pair of old jeans and boots with a red t-shirt. His long hair hangs in his face but doesn’t do anything to hide the lust in his eyes.
The look in his eyes along with his partners smirk paralyzes me with fear. I worry even more when I realize I am helpless and I can’t stop them doing what ever they want with me. The thought makes a visible shudder run through my body.
“What’s wrong baby. Scared?” The taller one asks and I can feel his breath on my lips as the he brings his face closer to mine.
All I can do is try not to piss him off by throwing up because I know that wouldn’t help me, especially if I want to get out of here alive. Although I'm not sure I want to live when he brings his face even closer and smashes his lips to mine in a brutal kiss. As his hand travel down my body to grab my limp cock I squeeze my eyes shut. A small gasp escapes my mouth when he squeezes by dick hard and he uses that opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth. I can hear the other man laughing as he sees my tears but right now I don’t care. All I care about is getting this man off me, but that doesn’t look like its going to happen anytime soon as he moves on top of me to straddle me whilst I am on the chair. He finally stops the brutal attack on my mouth but doesn’t move from where he is sitting on my legs.
“You know we have had some pretty boys here but you are by far the cutest.” He says.
and I realise how I must look right now looking up at him through my too long hair with tears streaming down my cheeks and my eyes shining. It’s how I always look when I cry. I look cute, vulnerable and worst of all innocent.
“Don’t worry baby,” he says licking my tears. “We’re gonna take real good care of you.”
When I look away from the man sitting in my lap I notice the other one has a syringe in his hand. He walks over to me and places the needle in my arm pushing in the clear liquid. I wonder if he has actually given me anything but then realize he has when I being feeling tired and soon my world turns black.
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I wake again and find I have changed rooms. I am aware of the fact I am now tied spread eagle to a bed and my clothes are gone. Realizing what this means I begin panicking. My fate is inevitable and I begin crying about what I know is going to happen. My thoughts are proven correct when the two men enter the room. This time however it is the shorter man that walks up to me.
“Hi, I’m Joey and I'm sure you already know Seth over there. Now you know who we are why don’t you tell us your name sweetheart?”
I'm scared but it scares me more that if I don’t answer I know this man ‘Joey’ will get mad so I answer as best I can.
“R…R…Ryan, my name is Ryan.”
“See now that wasn’t so hard was it sweetheart?” When he begins caressing my cheek the loving act almost makes me gag, but I'm to afraid to move, not that I could with my arms and legs tied.
“Well now we know each other why don’t we have some fun.” He says leering at me.
I know what they want and it makes me horrified to know that I can’t stop them doing it. My attempts are futile but I feel I am at least putting up an effort by struggle against my binds and refusing to let them do this to me without a fight. Seth just laughs and begins to undo his pants; seeing that Joey has already undressed and is kneeling between my legs. I try to ignore him but I can still here his deep voice telling me I will enjoy it and I know it is a lie. He will be the only one enjoying this. I can feel his fingers pushing their way into me and I try to move away from the unwanted intrusion.
When he removes his fingers I can feel something much bigger rubbing against me. I’m not an idiot, I know what is pushing against me and I know what is coming next but I still scream in agony when he enters in one painful thrust. I can feel blood dripping from my entrance and down my thighs as he begins thrusting into me at a painful pace. I continue screaming and begging him to stop but I know it is making no difference. I try to relax the muscles in my anus and abdomen but I tense again when Seth walks over to me and climbs on the bed. He straddles my chest and I know he is going to silence my screams. He shoves his dick hard into my throat and silences me.
I can’t stop the tears that escape mostly because of the pain but also because of the fact that I know his isn’t a nightmare, this is the horrible reality. These men are raping my ass and mouth, thrusting into me hard and all I can do is lie here and take it. I feel Joey grasping my limp cock, stroking me and I am ashamed when I begin getting hard. I know it is a natural reaction but I can’t stop feeling like my body is betraying me. I can feel Seth cumin hard down my throat but he is refusing to take himself out of my mouth. I am drowning in his cum and I begin swallowing in fear that I will suffocate. When I see his smiling at me I understand that that is why he wouldn’t move. He wanted to see me swallowing his seed and we both know if I was given the chance I would have spit it out. He moves off me and I can’t help but look down at Joey who is still inside me, thrusting into me, raping me and stroking me.
I feel a blinding pain as he comes inside me, but the worst part is when my body betrays me once and I feel my own cum splatter on my chest. Joey finally removes himself and I feel relieved that it is over for now as I see them both leave the room. I can feel silent tears streaming down my face at what I have just been put through, the acts that have just been committed with my body. I feel dirty and used. I try lying to myself and telling my self I wasn’t raped, that some homosexual made love to me but I know that isn’t true. I continue crying past the point of tears until I finally fall asleep, hoping Horatio cares enough to realize that I’m missing, and that I need him. Hoping he knew the words that I was always to afraid to tell him.