Drabble: "The last trial" - 2/7 (Amita, Robin, OMC, everybody else, NC-17)
Title: "The last trial," 2/7.
Characters: Amita, Robin, OMC, Charlie, Larry, Don, Colby, Alan.
Word Count: 300.
Genre: AU.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Dub-con + Mention of several characters death.
Spoilers: None.
Author's note: Set after the "Tragedy Chain" drabble series and the Bridge to the 7 Deadly Sins Series, which you can find on my masterlist.
Summary: There is one last trial before the end of things as you know them.
Written for: numb3rs100, prompt Lust (7 Deadly Sins).
Beta: The lovely toomuchfandom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Previous chapter: Part 1/7 (Don, Robin, OMC, Larry, everybody else, PG-13)
Next chapter: Part 3/7 (Colby, Robin, OMC, everybody else, PG-13)
“Miss Ramanujan, come closer,” the Judge requested.
Amita went towards the defendant’s seat, but a hand on her right breast made her stop. “Wha-” she muttered, and another hand cupped her left breast. “What’s this?”
Both hands belonged to the old prosecutor, who asked, “You don’t know? Then perhaps this helps you remember.”
Out of nowhere, objects started to fall from the sky onto everybody’s bodies. They all jumped in their seats when they realized what those were.
“Sex toys,” the prosecutor muttered; he left Amita and grabbed a bunch of toys from the floor. “Strap-ons, butt plugs, vibrators… You’ve used them all, because you couldn’t get pleasure from Charles!
Charlie’s mouth hanged open, as well as everybody else’s.
Now the prosecutor cuffed her wrists, threw her over the defendant’s seat, slid down her pants and underwear and slicked his hand in a pot of lube. He fingered her senseless; she screamed when a dildo entered her ass.
“Please, don’t!” Charlie yelled, but Robin hit the gavel and demanded, “Order! You’re not allowed to object!”
As much as everyone wanted to intervene, if they did they’d have to deal with the consequences; so they just observed the prosecutor fuck Amita with the toys for thirty long seconds.
But she was moaning.
“You never talked to Charles about your needs. You just used this, over and over, without any restrains, always pretending it was his brother…”
She moaned and came in front of everybody. She lay on the floor, breathing hard, until Robin spoke. “The Judge finds the defendant to be… guilty. Miss Ramanujan, take a seat beside Mr. Eppes.”
Amita managed to lift her clothes and sat where she was supposed to. Handcuffed and looking ashamed, she tilted her head to the side, like she wondered who’d go next.
Characters: Amita, Robin, OMC, Charlie, Larry, Don, Colby, Alan.
Word Count: 300.
Genre: AU.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Dub-con + Mention of several characters death.
Spoilers: None.
Author's note: Set after the "Tragedy Chain" drabble series and the Bridge to the 7 Deadly Sins Series, which you can find on my masterlist.
Summary: There is one last trial before the end of things as you know them.
Written for: numb3rs100, prompt Lust (7 Deadly Sins).
Beta: The lovely toomuchfandom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Previous chapter: Part 1/7 (Don, Robin, OMC, Larry, everybody else, PG-13)
Next chapter: Part 3/7 (Colby, Robin, OMC, everybody else, PG-13)
“Miss Ramanujan, come closer,” the Judge requested.
Amita went towards the defendant’s seat, but a hand on her right breast made her stop. “Wha-” she muttered, and another hand cupped her left breast. “What’s this?”
Both hands belonged to the old prosecutor, who asked, “You don’t know? Then perhaps this helps you remember.”
Out of nowhere, objects started to fall from the sky onto everybody’s bodies. They all jumped in their seats when they realized what those were.
“Sex toys,” the prosecutor muttered; he left Amita and grabbed a bunch of toys from the floor. “Strap-ons, butt plugs, vibrators… You’ve used them all, because you couldn’t get pleasure from Charles!
Charlie’s mouth hanged open, as well as everybody else’s.
Now the prosecutor cuffed her wrists, threw her over the defendant’s seat, slid down her pants and underwear and slicked his hand in a pot of lube. He fingered her senseless; she screamed when a dildo entered her ass.
“Please, don’t!” Charlie yelled, but Robin hit the gavel and demanded, “Order! You’re not allowed to object!”
As much as everyone wanted to intervene, if they did they’d have to deal with the consequences; so they just observed the prosecutor fuck Amita with the toys for thirty long seconds.
But she was moaning.
“You never talked to Charles about your needs. You just used this, over and over, without any restrains, always pretending it was his brother…”
She moaned and came in front of everybody. She lay on the floor, breathing hard, until Robin spoke. “The Judge finds the defendant to be… guilty. Miss Ramanujan, take a seat beside Mr. Eppes.”
Amita managed to lift her clothes and sat where she was supposed to. Handcuffed and looking ashamed, she tilted her head to the side, like she wondered who’d go next.