After Dark 9/?
anonymous
August 23 2012, 19:16:38 UTC
Garrus thrust harder inside her and the human jerked. He picked up the pace, but not as much he knew the others wanted. Fucking was becoming more uncomfortable every moment. At least she was soft. He didn’t want to think what Tallus would do to her insides with his big cock and hard thrusting. He remembered the blood seeping from the previous human and prayed that they don’t make him go any harder on this.
He didn’t know how long he was doing this, every minute seemed like an hour. At some point Garrus had closed his eyes. He couldn’t bear to look at the other turians enjoying the rape, Avitus watching the human’s face with interest and delight or her naked, strained body. The effect of the pill wasn’t wearing off, he was still as hard as he had been when they started. The medicine was apparently a strong one, he could probably continue after getting off once. Not that it was possible now, he felt nothing but repulsion towards the act.
“That’s enough for tonight, Garrus,” at last he heard Avitus voice. Garrus opened his eyes and stepped back immediately. Commander let the previous two turians hold the human again while he closed his pants, the rough cloth pressing against his member painfully.
“Good job,” Avitus praised. “Since you did everything I told you to, you’ve earned an award - you can return to your quarters and move in base freely, but no going outside. Still, I haven’t forgotten what you did before. I can’t let you think that you can get away with anything just by fucking a human.”
He gestured to the turians behind him and they grabbed his arms to hold him in place. Avitus took the knife Garrus had used to cut the female’s clothes. He walked to her; she was still lying on the table.
“I’ve always wondered why humans and asari have five fingers, most of the species manage with only three quite well,” he said, spreading her smallest finger aside from the rest. “I’ll just take one for every man you hurt tonight.”
“No,” Garrus shouted, trying to break free. “I did it, punish me. She’s been hurt enough.”
“But that’s the point,” he answered, position the knife. Garrus could see the fear in her face. “If I did something to you, it wouldn’t matter, your wounds would heal and you’d do something bad again. But the guilt won’t fade so easily. I already told you - your wish to save and protect is your weakness.”
He didn’t wait for Garrus to respond, to protest or beg, just slammed the knife down, cutting of her finger at the base. That broke the human’s silence. The first time Garrus heard her voice was as she screamed from pain. Avitus quickly moved to her other hand and cut off her other little finger. Then he ordered to take her back to her cell, naked and bleeding, and gestured the turians holding Garrus to release him. He almost attacked commander, but stopped himself at the last moment, few steps from him.
“See - you’re already learning,” Avitus laughed and walked past him towards the door. “You have to take care of the human yourself, getting her water, food - unless you’d like her less fleshy better.”
Everyone else followed him, except for Garrus. He was standing in the middle of the room, his hands balled into fists, waiting for his anger to fade at least a little. When he finally turned around, he was alone. He let his feet take him to his room while his mind tried to fight the memories of everything that had happened. But it was impossible. It all came back at once when he entered his room.
He didn’t know how long he was doing this, every minute seemed like an hour. At some point Garrus had closed his eyes. He couldn’t bear to look at the other turians enjoying the rape, Avitus watching the human’s face with interest and delight or her naked, strained body. The effect of the pill wasn’t wearing off, he was still as hard as he had been when they started. The medicine was apparently a strong one, he could probably continue after getting off once. Not that it was possible now, he felt nothing but repulsion towards the act.
“That’s enough for tonight, Garrus,” at last he heard Avitus voice. Garrus opened his eyes and stepped back immediately. Commander let the previous two turians hold the human again while he closed his pants, the rough cloth pressing against his member painfully.
“Good job,” Avitus praised. “Since you did everything I told you to, you’ve earned an award - you can return to your quarters and move in base freely, but no going outside. Still, I haven’t forgotten what you did before. I can’t let you think that you can get away with anything just by fucking a human.”
He gestured to the turians behind him and they grabbed his arms to hold him in place. Avitus took the knife Garrus had used to cut the female’s clothes. He walked to her; she was still lying on the table.
“I’ve always wondered why humans and asari have five fingers, most of the species manage with only three quite well,” he said, spreading her smallest finger aside from the rest. “I’ll just take one for every man you hurt tonight.”
“No,” Garrus shouted, trying to break free. “I did it, punish me. She’s been hurt enough.”
“But that’s the point,” he answered, position the knife. Garrus could see the fear in her face. “If I did something to you, it wouldn’t matter, your wounds would heal and you’d do something bad again. But the guilt won’t fade so easily. I already told you - your wish to save and protect is your weakness.”
He didn’t wait for Garrus to respond, to protest or beg, just slammed the knife down, cutting of her finger at the base. That broke the human’s silence. The first time Garrus heard her voice was as she screamed from pain. Avitus quickly moved to her other hand and cut off her other little finger. Then he ordered to take her back to her cell, naked and bleeding, and gestured the turians holding Garrus to release him. He almost attacked commander, but stopped himself at the last moment, few steps from him.
“See - you’re already learning,” Avitus laughed and walked past him towards the door. “You have to take care of the human yourself, getting her water, food - unless you’d like her less fleshy better.”
Everyone else followed him, except for Garrus. He was standing in the middle of the room, his hands balled into fists, waiting for his anger to fade at least a little. When he finally turned around, he was alone. He let his feet take him to his room while his mind tried to fight the memories of everything that had happened. But it was impossible. It all came back at once when he entered his room.
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