FIC: Where the bad things are (4/?) HIMYM AU (Changed!Verse)
Lily could feel her body being dragged upright, the discomfort under both arms, the pain in her toes as they scraped along the floor behind her. She was dimly aware of rough hands mauling her, of being manhandled by two hulking shapes, two things that might have been men a few months ago. They might have just been normal guys, accountants or stock brokers, not monsters, working for an even bigger monster.
But all that seemed so far away, almost incidental, because her body we so pumped full of lust and desire that she had been driven mad by it. She hissed, she spat, she humped the air desperately. She snapped her teeth like an animal and she moaned every time their hands brushed against her breasts. She twisted in their grip and she panted and she moaned as they tore away her last pitiful scraps of clothing.
Finally she felt one of them settle himself between her legs, his fingers wrenching her thighs apart and she moaned with desperate longing. But then, obeying an angry shout, the hands disappeared abruptly and she was abandoned, left sprawled on her side, her bare skin prickling to goosebumps in the cool air.
After a while, minutes, maybe hours, she felt warm breath on her cheek; she could smell something spicy laced with alcohol.
"Open your eyes, Chica," It was a man's smooth voice. She recognized that voice. It was him, her hated captor.
Lily opened her eyes to find that she was staring right into his - warm and brown and seemingly amused by her. She knew that maybe he had a name once, that she knew him. She recognised him from the many times she had…. had…
She couldn't remember. Her mind was too addled, whirling with confusion.
The man bowed his head towards her, his tongue flicking out between his lips like a snake tasting the air. He let his mouth touch her collarbone briefly, then he dragged his tongue across the swell of her breast.
Lily arched her back violently with a thin scream.
"Get up," he ordered, and she scrambled quickly to obey him. There was something in his eyes, like he was testing her, and she was suddenly as desperate to please him as she was for a release from his sensual torment.
He sat down on a wooden, high-backed chair and casually unzipped his pants, pulling them down over his hips and fishing out his dick. Lily's eyes widened in horror as she watched the thing grow, swelling to a gargantuan size - a pulsing, blue veined obscene thing like no human penis she had ever seen. Drawn helplessly forward in horrified fascination, she was ordered to sit on his lap.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, in some deep, dark place, Lily screamed at herself to wake up from this trance he'd put her in. Part of her knew exactly who this man was and was afraid of his mutated penis penetrating her just as she was afraid of the pain he'd been inflicting on her these past weeks.
Part of her still struggled against him.
But this close, her captor's power was overwhelming, and Lily was powerless to do anything but to climb on top of him, her tired thigh muscles trembling as she held herself in position, angling her body so she could push him inside her. Her body was so hungry for him by this point, so starved for his touch, but still she hesitated. Still she struggled against her own need.
Then finally she gave in.
It hurt, from the very first - oh Christ, her tender, jangling nerve endings screamed with an agonized pleasure for every inch that he penetrated her. Then he thrust hard up into her, all the way until she could have sworn she could feel him bust right through to her spine. She cried out in anguish, because behind the bright pain there was also a cruel, almost overwhelming ecstasy and he was somehow inside her mind, yet all over her body, in and out and around and invading her, again and again.
When she felt him peak, her abused body went into shock at the endless, gushing sensation of his release inside her. He filled her up with it and when he pulled out of her and pushed her off his lap, she felt it running warm and wet down her thighs. She knew it should disgust her. She knew, and yet she shuddered with a profound desire at the sensation. Her captor's laughter filled her ears and she managed somehow to focus on his face, seeing the way his dark eyebrows pulled together as he watched her. She knew that he was enjoying every one of her reactions equally.
Astoundingly, his penis was still glisteningly erect as he grabbed her tight around the waist and forced her to turn around.
"I thought I told you to sit down, Lily." He said with a wide grin. "I haven't finished with you yet."
She attempted to climb back on top of him, her clit still throbbing and throbbing with a need which could not be sated, but he altered her position very slightly so that by the time she had realized what he was doing, it was too late.
She screamed, and screamed but he held her in an iron grip as the head of his dick pushed bluntly against her asshole. He was slippery, but he was so big that it hurt her even through the fog of lust. Once he was fully inside her, he bounced her a little, almost playfully, and she could feel the entire length of him like he was splitting her in two. Part of her wanted to cry out, to beg him to stop, but at the same time the need inside her began to spin out of control. One touch to her clit was all it took to make her come, and with tears still rolling down her cheeks, she cried out in wild, animal joy as the world disintegrated into white-out once again.
But he wasn't done with her, not by a long way.
He used her body and kept using it beyond the point where she was physically capable of doing much by lie there and make the occasional low, desperate moan. He used her over and over until she was too exhausted to do much more than twitch when she came.
Even then, she still ached for him inside.
Finally, when he seemed to be done with her and she was almost insensible, he left her there, without guards, and with only a chilling promise that he'd be back soon enough. Her eyelids flickered open, just once, and she saw his face again, saw him smile casuall, pull up his pants and walk away without another word.
This time, he hadn't even asked her any questions about her visions.
Lily fell into a deep sleep with his name on her lips.
"Carl…"
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Ted thought that maybe their Good Cop/Bad Cop plan wasn't working so well with the crazy mutant guard man.
It was weird, explaining to Marshall how Lily had been abducted by the Second Changers. It was weird, on the whole, being able to talk to Marshall at all, to accept that Marshall now didn't have the fangs and the claws and the general hirsuteness. So, he was werewolf? Well neither he or Barney had even suspected that there was still a human being inside that ravening monster. Ted felt a twinge of guilt that they'd never tried to find him, but Manhattan had been crazy-dangerous and Marshall had hurt Wendy real bad trying to get out of the bar.
It seemed like every time they tried to help anybody, someone else just got hurt worse.
When Ted had told Marshall about what happened to Lily, the big man had gone very quiet and very pale and had suggested they interrogate the guard to find out where the bad guys had taken his wife. Ted thought that Marshall was surprisingly good in the Bad Cop role. But then they'd all seen things recently that gave them the sort of black rage that could burn right through a man.
The guard, however, wasn't very forthcoming.
Barney, in the role of Second Bad Cop (Ted though that Barney didn't really get the point of this at all) had yelled at the guy a few times, demanding that he tell them who his boss was.
"Your Momma!" The guard drawled in a thick Bronx accent. "Yeah, I know you! You're Stinson the angel guy? Well, old ma Stinson. She's just aching to tell me her orders when I got her bent over with my dick jammed up her ass!"
It took both Ted and Marshall to hold Barney back, which was pretty difficult to do when the guy you were trying to restrain has two enormous, very powerful wings.
"Damn it!" Ted exploded despairingly, breaking his Good Cop character out of sheer frustration. "This is getting us nowhere. In the meantime, Lily could be dead!"
"Lily? Lily Aldrin?" The guard perked up and sneered nastily. "Oh wow, they took her back to see the boss." He leered. "She won't be dead yet. I mean, unless she has a pre-existing heart condition. The boss takes a few days to get through a pretty girl."
This time it was Ted and Barney who had to hold Marshall back.
"Where's your boss?" Ted yelled, as Marshall roared at the bound guard. "Tell us, or I'll reach into your body and pull your heart out of your chest. Then I'll let Marshall eat your freakin' head!"
So much for Good Cop!
The guard swallowed. Tough as he was, Ted thought he'd probably seen Marshall in Wolf mode and probably knew about the cell and the scratches inside.
…and all the blood!
Ted wondered, as bile rose in his throat, what the boss had been feeding Marshall.
"Kissena," the guard shouted in a panic. "He's in Kissena Park."
Ted let Marshall. "You heard him, let's go?"
But Marshall just stood there, glaring at the guard and breathing hard.
"Marshall, dude!" Barney started to tug at his arm insistently. "We gotta split."
"You don't understand," Marshall said between gritted teeth. "Kissena Park is where… oh god, for any woman taken there…" He scrubbed his hand over his face. "And also she's there."
"Who's she?" Ted asked.
"Robin," Marshall said explained. "Robin and the other vampires are in Kissena Park."
"Shit," Barney commented.
"No kidding," Ted replied.
"That's not the worst of it," Marshall said dully, under his breath.
What could possibly be worse? Ted thought. He was about to find out.
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