Co-Authored FIC: Insatiable (7/?)
Title: Insatiable (7/??)
Authors: Laenwyn & Skyblue Rae
Genre: PWP - but lots of plot, Adult
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: AU
Summary:"Stop it! Stop talking to me like that and leave me alone!" she yelled, unable to keep her emotions in check anymore. She got up from her chair and ran upstairs to her room. It was a futile attempt, even she knew that. There was no lock on her door and she had no way of sneaking out the house, but she was sick of biting her tongue.
Authors' Notes 1: Affectionately referred to as the 'Daddy Vic/Lolita Rogue fic' until we finally came up with a name just a few days ago. Our story takes place in a post-MRA world where mutants need to flee north to survive and even then have no rights - especially female mutants. Victor Creed finds ways around the system though and possibly operates above the law - so what happens when he spies a runaway that sparks more than just a bit of his interest?
A/N 2: This may just be the longest PWP in history, but promises to be loads of fun! No beta on this one, so forgive us our errors. Lots of love to Monkie for the lovely icon.
Warning: Underage Rogue here. Picture her at the beginning of X-1, high school age. We in no way encourage th is irl, but definitely in our smutty Vic-fiction.
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When Rogue woke up the next morning, a smile slowly spread across her face. For some reason she felt ... different, but in a good way. Then it dawned on her and she felt heat rush to her cheeks. Scrambling out of bed without even looking at what she was wearing - because it wasn't regular pj's - Rogue quickly stepped out of the nightie Creed had insisted she wear last night. Wear for him. He'd made her put on something only a whore would wear. How could she have agreed to it? She crammed the poor excuse for a night gown down in the lingerie bag, then gathered the rest of the underwear and nighties scattered about and threw them into the armoire. The only decent pieces were a silk robe, a sports bra, and a couple of white cotton panties with matching bras. At least those weren't all ribboned and lacy, she thought, grabbing them and still blushing as she went into the bathroom.
Her bathroom was almost the size of her bedroom, with a big square tub next to the huge shower. Rogue tried to ignore the fact that there was no lock on the bathroom door. Knowing Victor, her dirty bastard owner, he would invade her privacy at any minute. There wasn't anything she could do about that ... but she sure as hell wasn't going to use a wash cloth ever again! And she sure wasn't wearing any of the trashy lingerie he'd bought her either. Turning on the water, Rogue cursed inwardly at her own behavior the night before. Creed had made her act like a slut, forcing her to sit on his lap like that, and with no panties on nonetheless. And then - then he'd had the nerve to touch her - again! But it was even worse because last night he'd somehow made her ask for it. Rogue scrubbed her skin, hating to admit that it had felt good, so good she knew it had to be that "thing" the girls back home talked about.
No wonder they talked about it so much. No wonder they enjoyed it. It'd felt amazing, like her whole body was wired and tight and then ... boom!
"No," Rogue sighed. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it. Not with him! She was supposed to hate him. Oh God, how could she ever face him today? He knew exactly what he'd done to her last night. He was so smug and so proud of himself and she'd just wriggled and moaned in his lap like a cheap floozy! Then ... then she'd touched him and made him come! And she'd been proud of it!
"Oh my God," she said dramatically, burying her face in her hands.
Rogue hurried through the remainder of her shower and brushed out her damp hair. Even though her sleep was fitful, she wasn't the least bit tired. She was too anxious to be tired. She pulled on the simple undergarments and tugged on a pair of the new jeans and a plain black sweater. Pulling her hair back in a ponytail, she looked in the mirror. The outfit should make her look plain. It didn't. He'd picked out all these clothes on purpose, she thought. The jeans were fitted and the sweater was cut so that it accentuated the curves she had. If she raised her arms up, it slid high enough to show her belly button.
It was a lost cause. She didn't own any truly modest clothes anymore. Now everything in her closet was there because it was something *he* wanted to see her in.
"Dammit!" she cried, not even caring that she was cursing again. Resentment reared it's ugly head again as she thought about the power he had over her. She no longer cared that he'd taken care of her so far. It didn't matter that he hadn't beaten her or killed her. So what if he'd actually made it feel good last night? She didn't want it - this! Him! Any of it!
She made a low noise, suspiciously similar to a growl and sat on her bed in a fit. Rogue decided she'd just stay there. No way was she leaving her room voluntarily - until she heard his voice booming from the hall.
"Rogue! Get you ass out here. Breakfast."
Breakfast?! She couldn't eat.
Dragging her feet, Rogue made her way down the hall and into the kitchen. The same enticing smells met her nose but she had no appetite. She sat on a stool at the counter without ever looking at him. She just couldn't manage it without turning three shades of red.
"You not hungry?" he asked from right beside her.
"No thank you," she murmured, still maintaining her manners.
"Well eat anyway," he ordered. "You need to put on some weight."
Biting her tongue, she got up, filled her plate and grabbed some coffee. Not until she was absolutely sure Victor was completely concentrated on the newspaper did she dare look at him. He didn't seem embarrassed, she thought. In fact, he didn't seem to be bothered at all; by her presence or the ... 'incident' in the den the night before. It was like nothing had even happened! He was just sitting there - relaxed, reading and having his morning coffee. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from muttering 'bastard'.
Rogue's obvious discomfort didn't go unnoticed by Creed. It was amusing, but he knew it wouldn't last. Eventually, she'd get over the insecurity and her issues regarding sex, nudity, and whatever else was bothering her. Even if she'd never admit to it, she'd enjoyed every second of what he'd made her feel. The memory of having her on his lap like that, panting and begging him for more but not knowing what for, made him hard. Fortunately he'd managed to get Rogue a doctor's appointment that day. He was sure she'd start asking all kinds of questions about where he was taking her and why. In the end though, she'd appreciate the effort he was making. Rogue wasn't going to remain a virgin forever, and she'd learn to love the things he did to her. His little baby girl may be deluding herself, insisting she wasn't into those things, but her whole body screamed the opposite.
Embarrassed or not, Rogue hated uncomfortable silence. If he wasn't going to talk to her, he could at least have the decency to turn on the radio or the TV, she thought. Then she remembered the man had NO decency!
As if he'd sensed her distress, Victor lowered the news paper and grinned at her.
"What's the matter baby girl?"
How was it that he always appeared to know when something was bothering her? It shouldn't be like that, she thought. She couldn't be that obvious. It was crazy how he'd only known her for a couple of days, yet he acted like he knew everything about her.
"Nothing," she snapped and buried her face in the coffee mug.
"If you say so. Unless ..."
He was taunting her again, using 'that' voice. What did he hope to gain? She was not going to act like that slut ever again. Over her dead body. He'd have to beat her if he wanted to see her in any of those trashy baby doll nighties!
" ... you're thinking about last night."
That was it! Rogue couldn't take it anymore. He was looking at her like she was his next meal - which she might actually be for all she knew - and it was more than she could stand.
"Stop it! Stop talking to me like that and leave me alone!" she yelled, unable to keep her emotions in check anymore. She got up from her chair and ran upstairs to her room. It was a futile attempt, even she knew that. There was no lock on her door and she had no way of sneaking out the house, but she was sick of biting her tongue.
Rogue heard him come after her. She scanned her room in panic, desperately thinking of someplace to hide. What had she been thinking, acting like that when she knew he could do whatever he wanted to her? Oh god, she thought frantically and felt her eyes water up. He was going to be so mad! He might hurt her. Maybe even kill her!
The door flung open, and bounced off Victor's hand as he appeared in the doorway. Rogue was on the other side of the bed, her wide eyes darting back and forth. She looked for a way out, but he was blocking the entrance. She had nowhere to go but back up against the wall as he quickly closed the gap between them. Rogue's hands immediately went up to ward him off. Victor seized her by the arm, sat down on the bed and slung her over his knees.
"Let me go!" she grunted. Victor noticed she sounded just as desperate as she smelled.
Rogue tried to wriggle free of his grasp which only made Creed more aggravated. He'd have to teach his disobedient fawn that this kind of behavior wasn't something that could continue. He held her down with one hand on the back of her neck, and the other on her ass.
"What did I say about the manners, girl? When I told you to control that temper of yours, didn't you pay attention?"
"I don't care! Just let ... me ... go!" She continued to struggle even though she knew he had her trapped.
Creed tightened his grip on Rogue's neck. "And didn't I already explain that I'm not letting you go? What's gotten into you, Rogue?" he asked calmly into her ear. "You were such a good girl last night and now this?"
He'd just about had it with her insistence at fighting the inevitable, even though it allowed for such an opportunity. Reaching around her waist, he managed to unbutton and tug down her jeans.
"Now, I'm gonna ask you one more time," he said threateningly, while stroking her bottom and thighs. "Where are the manners? I want you to speak to me nicely."
Rogue went rigid with rage. He was not going to do what she thought. No way! "Why?! You're not nice - Fuck you!" she bit off.
"Fine," he sighed, "then you give me no choice."
Victor pulled down Rogue's underwear and smoothed the creamy white skin underneath. In a moment she'd be rosy pink and begging him to stop. With a delighted grin he swatted her ass in quick succession, hard enough to make her gasp loudly.
The sting caught her off guard. "Stop," she insisted, trying to wriggle away.
He held her still and gave her another couple of swats.
"Please?" he heard her ask in a tiny voice that was obviously forced, but he thought it might do for now. Creed ran his hand over her pink skin again, knowing he was growing harder just thinking of all he wanted to do to her ... with her. At some point it had turned into something less selfish, because he wanted her to feel it too, realize that all this could feel good and she didn't need to feel guilty over it.
"That's a bit better, baby girl. As much as I enjoy your little fits, you'll get further with me if you use those southern manners you have," he said, but still didn't let her up. Instead he stroked her, before swatting her one last time, then rolling her over in his lap. She looked up at him, flushed and so obviously put out, that Creed couldn't help but smile.
"Was that really so bad?"
"Yes," she bit off.
"Rogue," he said in warning. "You know I took it easy on you, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," she answered more politely even though it still had a bite to it.
"Were you miserable last night? Did I physically hurt you in any way?" he asked, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.
"No," she admitted.
"But you're embarrassed that it happened - that I made you do that ... that you realized you wanted to."
It wasn't a question, but she still nodded.
"That's to be expected, but it's not natural to feel ashamed. You shouldn't feel bad about it, and in time, you'll see that." He ran his hand over the bare skin of her abdomen, so close to where he'd touched her last night, that Rogue went tense with anticipation.
"I have no interest in forcing you," he said quietly, petting her skin. "I'd rather have you begging me for it."
His hand brushed lightly over the vee between her thighs and she held her breath. Creed pulled her panties back up and then tugged on her jeans, pushing her to stand. Rogue struggled to her feet to finish buttoning, surprised at the feeling inside her. It was something close to disappointment.
"You need to eat something before we leave," he told her on his way out of her room.
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Rogue sat in the truck, trying to come to terms with the man beside her. He'd actually had the gall to spank her earlier. Spank her! But she knew he could've done worse. So many things about him indicated that he was a man who could do unspeakable violence, yet so far he hadn't been extremely violent with her. Was it just a matter of time? She would *never* admit that although she felt belittled and insulted at his spanking her like a child, after the initial shock and pain of it, part of her had been exhilarated by it. She really was a freak, Rogue thought sadly. Victor had said she shouldn't ever feel ashamed. He probably wasn't the best judge though. The man was likely ashamed of nothing! Then, inside, she'd wanted him to touch her there again. There really was a part of her that must be so bad to want that.
She stole a glance at Victor as he drove. He'd said they were going to the doctor, so she could get on the pill. It only meant one thing, he didn't want her pregnant. Which meant he had every intention of sleeping with her. The idea terrified her! Even if he'd said he didn't want to force her, Rogue knew he would if she refused. Him touching her was one thing, but *that*! She'd seen him - touched him! There was no way it could feel good. Plus, he was insisting she be on the pill. Wasn't that violating her human rights or something?
Rogue snorted a laugh; as if she had any rights.
Creed looked at her sideways, but didn't ask. He could sense she was no longer mad at him, not even that anxious at the moment. Perhaps she was learning her place or maybe she was tired of fighting for the day, either way he enjoyed the reprieve, however temporary.
He sat in the waiting room as the nurse called her back. The visit was short and he managed to resist the urge of barging back there and over lording the entire event. Luckily, she emerged less than twenty minutes later with a small bag and he paid in cash. He growled at the file nurse on the way out. Upon arrival, she'd asked him, 'as the parent' to fill out the paper work. To keep things simple, he'd checked off "Guardian", even though there were hundreds of more interesting names he could have written under the "Other" category.
They left the office quietly, without event. Once back in the truck, Rogue turned to him and grinned. He knew immediately that she was up to something.
"I can't start these pills until the Sunday after my period starts ... which should be any day now. So you know ... you're gonna have to get me some tampons," she announced.
Creed grinned back at her. So she was hoping to score some revenge points? Payback for dragging her to the doctor? Well, he already knew she was coming up to her cycle and if this little fawn thought to unnerve him with that, then she had a lot to learn. And he had no intention of letting her know that one of the 'benefits' of his mutation was knowing so much about her, without her saying a word.
"That's fine," he replied, in the mood for games if she was too. "We'll stop off and get you some."
"Fine," she smiled back.
Once at the town's pharmacy, Rogue filled the cart with boxes and boxes of tampons of various degrees until it was overflowing . Creed's pace slowed behind her.
"Why do you need so many?" he asked, his brow scrunched with displeasure.
"You said you didn't like coming to town often so I thought I better stock up. It's okay, right?" she smiled mischievously.
Rubbing his face, Victor refused to concede defeat. He was not going to be disarmed by a cart full of feminine products. Even if it looked like more than a year's supply.
"It's fine. Just maybe we oughta buy some other things besides their entire stock of ... of that stuff."
"You mean tampons?" she chided, wanting to see if he'd even say the word.
"Yes," he hissed lowly, "I mean tampons. We can't go up there with only 50 boxes of fucking girl shit."
He looked around nervously for an aisle with guy stuff, perhaps an auto parts department.
"Well we could pick up some hemorrhoid cream. How about some anti-diarrhea medicine?" she taunted, shocked at her own daring, but she knew she finally had a teensy bit of the upper hand here, and started to rattle off what she saw along the aisle.
"Adult undergarments? Vaginal yeast treatment? Feminine vaginal pH balance?" she read from a box.
"Hell no," he grumbled and grabbed it from her hand before moving away with the cart.
"Wait," she called, actually giggling. It felt good to laugh she thought, especially at his expense.
"You're enjoying this, I see," he glared at her.
"Oh come on, I deserve a laugh."
She did, he thought. Her laughter was actually pleasant, and as he thought about how he looked, pushing a cart full of tampons, he smiled too.
"Here, take this fucking cart and get whatever other girl shit you want. I'm getting other stuff," he said before walking away.
Rogue watched him head for the food and candy aisle. She could seriously get other girl stuff? Immediately she turned to the make-up and hair care aisle. After a few minutes he joined her, loaded down with manly things and some junk food. He rummaged through her chosen make-up before she could protest.
Grumbling to himself, he nodded at most of the items, then set a few of the darker eye shadows, liners, and polish back. He answered her quizzical look.
"That shit is too trashy and too grown up. You're neither, so don't try to look like it."
Holding up a tube of dark crimson lipstick, he hesitated. "Fire down below," he read. Finally he put it back in the cart with a grin. "For special occasions," he said with the voice that made her squirm as he turned for the register.
She followed him, burning holes in the back of his head with her eyes. She hated what that voice did to her, hated even more that she was starting to look forward to when he used it. It was like she was a damn puppet on a string; he used that voice, she got all squiggly inside. So why did the squiggly feel good?
After he paid for all of their items, they wheeled the carts out to his truck. The cab of the truck was crammed full and Rogue volunteered to take their carts back to the cart return. She couldn't resist giving them an extra hard push and jumping on to coast for a bit because it felt so good to be out in the world doing somewhat normal stuff like returning carts.
"Enjoying yourself, mutie?!" she heard a male voice from a nearby car.
Rogue stopped dead in her tracks, then hurried to put the carts in place so she could return to the safety of Creed's truck.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, freak!" a young man and his friend blocked her path, caging her in by the cart return. "We saw you in the store, shopping like you got every right to be here even though you're wearing a fuckin' mutie dog collar. Don't you know you're not welcome here," he snarled as he grabbed for her.
She flinched back, but his hand never landed. Rogue looked up to see Creed, holding one guy by the neck as he threw the other to the ground and pressed his boot down over his throat. Both guys sputtered and gagged, but they could still take in air. She heard someone shout to call the police and Rogue panicked. They were going to jail for this. She did not want to go back! She couldn't go back to running or captivity! She'd rather stay with Creed forever than go back to that life.
"Let's go!" she cried, tugging on his arm and looking around frantically. "Please. Just drop them, let's go! Please!" she pleaded. But Victor wouldn't budge.
He pulled the guy in his grip in close enough so that their noses almost touched. "You think you're gonna lay a hand on her?" he growled. "You think can hurt her and get away with it."
Pale faced, the young man shook his head emphatically.
Rogue heard the sirens and begged Creed to run. "Let's just leave! Please!"
"No one touches what's mine," he hissed at both of them just as the squad car pulled in. Rogue felt the tears welling up. They were caught now, and she realized she'd never thought to just take off running without him.
"What's going on here?" one of the officers asked, approaching them.
She instinctively took a step behind Victor and watched the events unfold as if it was a dream.
The officer asked again as Creed dropped one guy and removed his foot from the throat of the other. He said something to the officer, handing over his ID. The boys were puffing and complaining, using foul terms for mutants and one officer separated them, keeping an eye on them all as the other called in on his radio. Rogue blinked in confusion as Creed's ID was returned and she felt certain she heard the officer call him "Mr. Creed". Before she knew it, the young men were escorted into the squad car and Victor had pushed her back towards the truck, ushering her inside.
Rogue sat in stunned silence, not understanding anything about what just happened. He'd attacked two humans! It didn't matter that it was in her defense, they should be on their way to jail now ... or worse. Instead the officers had spoken to him in deference if not respect, taken the two men into custody, and now she was safely in the cab of his truck. She felt a few silent tears slide down her cheeks. She didn't know if they were caused from delayed fear or relief.
After miles and miles of silence, she finally spoke. "What happened back there?"
The tension and fury was still rolling off Creed, but she knew his anger wasn't directed at her. "Nothing," he said through clenched teeth. Suddenly, he pulled off the shoulder of the isolated road.
"You okay?" he asked, looking at her so intently that a few more tears fell. When was the last time anyone cared if she was okay? She nodded, wiping them away as fast as she could. "I don't ... I don't understand. We should be ... why did they let us go?"
Victor Creed took a deep breath. He didn't want to reveal a bit of himself, it was something he never did, but she needed to understand, at least to a certain degree, and who would she tell anyway?
"Nothing. I know some people. People in the right places. My job puts me in contact with these people and they owe me. Keeps the usual fucking mutie haters off my back and the law too. Most of the local mounties know me, the folks in town, government. That's why I don't usually run into trouble; people know better. That shouldn't have happened today and word will spread fast so it doesn't happen again."
Rogue took a moment to comprehend. Was he saying he was above the usual mutant discrimination? Was he above the law too? What did he mean he 'knew' people? Something told her she didn't really want to know. But how was it that word would spread so it wouldn't happen again?
"You mean ... word will spread that I'm your property, so no one will bother me?" she asked quietly.
"I never told them you were my 'property'. I said you were mine. Those people don't know how it works."
It sounded unlikely to Rogue. She knew word would spread through town gossip that she truly belonged to Creed. Those people would see a bought and paid for mutie girl, a whore, owned by the big, scary mutie man that lived up in the mountains and did God knows what to her behind closed doors. Even though town was miles away, when she went there, they would know - she was property. Surprisingly, Rogue found she didn't care what those people might think. It was true. She did belong to Creed. And today, when they could've been killed for his actions, they'd been sent on their way instead. If he truly held that kind of power, the power to save her neck and keep them free, then there were worse people she could belong too.
She looked right into his eyes and saw that whenever she did, she surprised him.
"Can we go home now?" she asked.
He nodded once, putting the truck into drive.