Stiles Stilinski (sacredname) wrote in cedarridge_rp, @ 2016-01-19 22:49:00 |
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Current mood: | sleepy |
Who: Derek and Stiles
Where: Auction House and then Derek's house
When: January 20th, just after lunch
Warning: Mention of Noncon.
Stiles was in hell, he was pretty sure of it, and his will to live was quickly dying. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take of the touches, the probing fingers that thankfully never penetrated him, the rubbing of their cocks against his skin, their tongues on him, the splatter of hot come when they came, and it seemed since they no longer could penetrate his ass that they decided to penetrate Stiles’ mouth. The teen had bit the fingers at first but learned that was a horrible mistake. So for the past day he had dirty and come covered fingers pressing into his mouth, making him gag and even barf once, which no one had cleaned up. Stiles just wanted it to end. He would do anything for it to end.
He whimpered when he heard his cell door open, knowing he was going to have some pervert touch him, come on him, and he no longer thought he could take it. He wanted to die. So it was a surprise when he heard a pleasant female’s voice from behind him as he was still in the same position he had been the day before.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to clean him up, Mr. Hale?” She asked as she, the alpha werewolf, and two other weres moved into the cell. One of the weres had a syringe with him. It had a sedative that would make Stiles drowsy and easy to handle, perfect way to transport him home. The guide nodded to the were and he moved to Stiles’ side.
“Hold still, kid,” he warned as the other were took hold of Stiles’ head so he could move it.
“What’s going on? Hey!” Stiles wanted to struggle, he really did, but with someone holding his head he couldn’t move a single part of his body except his hands and feet. “What’s going on? What are you…” Stiles felt a pinch as the needle went into his neck and there was an almost instant reaction to the sedative. The teen blinked and the next words were slurred. “Are… you… killing… me?”