Ribbons (bronze_ribbons) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2007-09-18 18:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: bronze_ribbons, kink: bondage, kink: non-con, kink: object insertion, remus/? |
REPOST: two ficlets for busaikko
The request for both of these was "Remus/unexpected baddie. Dark noncon." Each under 400 words.
Title: Out-of-Body Interrogation
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/unexpected baddie. Past RL/NT, implied RL/SS.
Kink(s): noncon; torture; bondage; object insertion
Challenge: Christmas Kink 2006.
Notes: character death
To get through the rest of his days, Remus knew he was going to have to think of this as just another ill-conceived, throwaway scene in the outrageous farce known as his life. It wasn't funny, how Tonks's body lay crumpled by the door like a cast-away doll, her neck broken. It wasn't funny, how he was naked and spread-eagled against his own bookcase, staining his precious reference books with his own come in spite of himself, his tormentor forcing his body to climax again and again in spite of his mind's resistance. It was absolutely not funny being literally violated by a magical eyeball: unlike the harmless plastic and rubber marbles he'd seen in joke emporiums and toyshops, Moody's goddamned artificial orb burned every pore and crevice it rolled and rubbed against. It was akin to being raped with a wand trailing hot pepper oil across and into his body: Remus had thrashed and writhed and sobbed against his invisible restraints as the eye scorched its way across his throat and seared its way down his torso and etched strips of agonising heat across the back of his thighs before plunging into his channel.
He pushed his mind to cling to images of milk and snow and cream as his body struggled to expel the malevolent coal lodged in its arse while the insane old man incoherently railed at him about traitors and darkness and poison. "I will wring the truth out of you, wolf, no matter how long it takes. I have waited too long already. Useless bint," Moody snarled, and Remus felt the eyeball inside of him swivel to glare at Tonks's corpse: the sheer hatred emanating from it stabbed through his hip. "All this time and she couldn't wheedle it out of you. No more of your pussy-boy games, Lupin. I want Snape and you're going to give him to me."
This was never my body, Remus silently chanted. Whatever you do to it isn't happening to me. Just another transformation I never asked for.
Title: Back to School
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/unexpected baddie.
Kink(s): noncon; bondage; object insertion
Challenge: Christmas Kink 2006
The first thing Remus Lupin realised upon regaining consciousness was that he was stark naked and bent over a turn-of-the-century schoolroom desk, his limbs inexplicably tightly knotted to its four legs. The second was that his head ached abominably, a fact that appeared to coincide with the cracked slate he could see out of the corner of his eye, but by no means explained by it. The third was that he was being studied by a handsome redhaired woman with unfriendly eyes.
He moistened his lips and finally managed to croak. "I beg your pardon, Miss...?" Is she some relation to the Weasleys? What in Merlin's name happened when I touched the stove?
"You may beg," she replied coldly, "but my pardon isn't yours for the asking. The iron has entered into my soul."
In the past, Remus had enjoyed peculiar, oddly pleasant dreams about being a carrot, but it was another thing entirely to be penetrated by one with no warning or preparation whatsoever. Crying out and panting harshly as the woman roughly worked a second and then a third into his orifice, he finally managed to ask, "What--?"
"Consider this your punishment, Mr. Lupin," she said, "for all the times your friends teased people for things they could not help. Such as, for instance, the color of their hair," she added, giving Lupin's own locks a vicious tug.
Consumed with pain and humiliation and bewilderment, Lupin was only dimly aware of a deep voice from the doorway saying, "Here's the poplar cane you wanted, Anne-girl."