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alwaysenduphere) wrote2008-01-15 07:12 pm
alwaysenduphere) wrote2008-01-15 07:12 pm
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Fic: Shock
Title: Shock
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkmerrick
Word Count: 1873
Rating: hard R, non-con
Characters/Pairing: Noah/Elle, Bob a little bit
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Noah takes his revenge out on Bob by using his daughter and making Bob watch.
A/n: Is it odd that my first-ever attempt to write sex was in rape form? *hopes it turns out ok*
Written for the Heroes Kink Meme. No one's commented, so I hope its ok.
The door slams behind her. She’s ready to do whatever it takes to get the truth from him. A little blue spark crosses her fingers.
He’s throwing a ball against the wall, obviously bored. “Hello, Noah,” she purrs.
He misses catching the ball, looking up at her instead. “Elle,” he acknowledges. “And how can I be of service today? I’ve already told you your childhood, what’s left?”
Elle lets the spark grow on her fingertips. She wants him to refuse information, wants to torture him. She wants to hurt someone, like she’s been hurt. “Does my Daddy love me?” A tear streams down her face. “Does Bob love me?” she spits.
**
Noah looks at the observation window. He wonders how long it will take before Bob realizes Elle’s back here, asking for more information he never wanted her to know. He surveys the girl in front of him, in her tiny shirt and four-inch heels. He’s been trapped in this room for several weeks now, nothing other than a tiny red ball and the occasional visit from Mohinder or worse, Bob. Bob and his sarcastic comments; Bob and his ideas that his way of family was better. Not that Bob was ever high on Noah’s list of good people, but Noah hates Bob now.
He hates Bob so much now that when the idea of simple payback crosses his mind, he doesn’t even think twice before initiating his plan. After all, he’s been in a tiny room for weeks, and Elle’s the only girl he’s seen.
Scratch that. Woman. Or at least she will be when he’s done with her.
**
It’s a surprise to her when he lunges off the cot, latches on to her hips. She doesn’t react quickly enough before he’s flipped her onto the bed and holds her arms above her. It’s the perfect position for him; she can’t shock him with her arms bound and he knows it.
Elle’s still not sure what Noah’s plans are. She hopes he’s just intending to scare her, but she knows the disadvantage in which she’s been put. When he spits the words, “Your father doesn’t know how precious his daughter is,” a lump forms in her throat as she tries to scream. But Noah catches it. “If you scream, it’ll make this even more terrible for dear old Bob.”
Her arms are pinned above her head, and Noah’s much larger frame holds her down. She knows what’s coming now, and desperately struggles to break free. But she’s a tiny girl; she’s never taken the time to learn how to defend herself, all her defense coming from her powers.
When his rough hand scales its way up her leg, she shivers. He shoves her skirt over her hips, revealing white cotton panties, and he chuckles. “You exude this sexual confidence on the outside, but underneath you really are still a girl, aren’t you?”
She whimpers.
**
He knows what he’s doing is wrong, knows this person he’s becoming isn’t one he should turn into. But he’s too far in to go back now. The sound of her whimpering just fuels his rage further.
There’s a tap on the window, and Noah knows Bob’s watching them now. He turns toward the window and gives a menacing smile. There’s nothing Bob can do but watch and curse him now. “This is payback!” He yells at the window. “How does it feel to have your daughter taken from you?” He knows Elle locked the door this time around, not wanting Bob to walk in before he’s told her everything she wanted to know. Noah has to give Elle credit, she does learn from her mistakes. Except the one where she should never allow herself to be locked in a room with a man with nothing left to lose.
He’s already got her skirt above her hips. “What now?” he muses out loud. “Maybe we’ll take off this pretty blouse you’re wearing? Why do you dress yourself up so much everyday, Elle? Who are you trying to impress, whose attention are you trying to draw? Because you’ve certainly gotten mine.” The buttons pop off one at a time as he shoves his hand inside. The bra matches the panties, simple cotton and white. There’s something terribly innocent about her laying there, her skirt wadded at her hips and her shirt wide open.
It’s his turn to shiver now, but not in fear; in anticipation.
She tries to form some electricity in her hands, somehow make it reach him. It’s her last (and only) line of defense, but he notices. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He runs his free hand over the cloth covering her breasts, his fingers catching her nipple and pulling. She gasps. “Let’s get rid of this barrier, huh?” Not wanting to release her hands, knowing she would shock him before he could blink, he pulls the material up over her perkiness and exposes the skin underneath. “Much better,” he says.
He grabs the nipple again, pulling hard and violently. She squirms underneath him, and for a moment, he almost thinks she likes it. It eases his conscious a bit.
He runs his hand down from her breast, lightly touching the whole time, tracing a path around her belly button, down to the tip of her waistline. She squirms underneath him all the while, still not giving up the fight. She’ll give that up soon, he’s sure of it.
**
She can’t believe this is happening to her. How could she be so stupid in trusting this man? Bob had tried to warn her he was dangerous, but she didn’t listen. Where was Bob to save her? Where was her father?
She whimpers as his free hand runs over her body, shivers at the exposure to the cold air. No one’s ever touched her like this before, and she has to admit to herself that the feeling is pleasurable. The closest to this feeling she’s came is Peter, and that didn’t turn out anywhere how she wanted it to. She’s lost in thought about Peter when Noah’s hand leaves the smooth skin of her stomach and finds its way back under her skirt.
His finger rubs over her, and her hips immediately buck. He laughs. “Like that, huh? Bet you haven’t felt something like that before?” He continues to massage her, and she writhes under him, knowing she shouldn’t be finding pleasure in his forcefulness but feeling it anyway.
When one of his fingers slips inside her, she feels violated. She realizes she should’ve felt violated long before then, but this is the first time it’s hit her. It’s an invasion of the deepest kind, and she doesn’t like it at all. “Please…” she whimpers. She hears a bang on the window, wonders who it is. But before she can focus on the one-way pane, Noah’s slipped another finger in her and she’s bucking and whimpering all over again. He’s just grinning above her, and she finds herself hating this man more than she’s ever hated anyone in the world.
**
He wants to draw it out, make it last. It’s been a long time since he’s felt this in control of a situation, this powerful. It’s been awhile since he’s been able to do something so pleasurable as well. But he’s quickly losing his control and he needs to speed things up if he’s going to last.
He uses his free hand to shove down his pants, allowing himself to be visible. He watches as Elle’s huge blue eyes widen as he moves into a better position, never releasing his firm hold on both her hands. She’s trembling as he moves to enter her, and the moment he penetrates her she gives a sharp gasp. “Little girl no more, huh?” There’s a pang of guilt at being her first, but as she tightens around him, he loses himself to the pleasure.
She writhes underneath him the whole time, and he knows she’s trying to escape. But what she doesn’t realize is that every movement that she makes adds that much more pleasure to his experience, and he relishes every moment of it.
The pounding on the window grows louder and steadier, and he almost laughs when he realizes he’s matched his movements to Bob’s pounding. He consciously makes a note not to listen and speeds up his thrusting. Elle whimpers again, “No…” But it’s much too late.
**
She’d always imagined her first time would be with someone who loved her. At least someone she cared about. This was neither, and yet every once in awhile, she still found herself enjoying it, but the moment she let herself enjoy it, it brought her back to the reality of what was happening to her, and she pleaded with him to stop.
As his thrust sped up, she felt a dam inside of her breaking, and knew that her body was feeling things that her mind didn’t think she should be feeling. She watched Noah’s face then, it betraying his carnal need for pleasure. She kept hoping his hand would loosen on her wrists, hoping for that once last chance to escape, but it never happened. If anything, his hand tightened its grip as he came closer to reaching his climax. When he finally did come, she felt herself coming right along with him. Despite what her mind was telling her, she hadn’t ever felt pleasure like this before, and she rode out the waves in a state of unknowing bliss.
When Noah collapsed on top of her, his hand loosing on her wrists, she had the immediate thought to shock him, but she stopped herself. Instead, she said, through panted breath, “I’m glad you liked it.”
Noah chuckled. “You seemed to enjoy it a bit yourself, didn’t you? Haven’t felt anything like that before, have you?”
Elle blushed then. “Not how I imagined my first time,” she admits. “And I don’t appreciate being taken advantage of like this.” The time for small talk is over, and she wrests her hand free of his then and sends him a strong shock. There’s disbelief on his face as he falls off the bed onto the floor. “Didn’t realize you’d let loose, huh?” She spits back wickedly.
Noah shakes his head, still unable to speak because of the shock.
He’s taken the most valuable thing she owns, and she’s not about to leave without getting something in return. The shock is a start, a release of power she’s been needing for several days, but it’s not what she initially came for. “So, Noah, Does my father love me?”
Noah grins then, a grin of knowing something she doesn’t. “I don’t know, dear Elle. I’d expect not, not in the way I define love at least. But you can ask him, he’s right behind the lovely one-way window you guys use to observe me.”
She turns toward the window, and she can almost imagine Bob’s disappointed countenance staring back at her. She lets the first tear fall as she reaches to fix her skirt and button up her shirt. Nothing she does is ever going to be enough to placate Daddy, not after this.
Author:
darkmerrick Word Count: 1873
Rating: hard R, non-con
Characters/Pairing: Noah/Elle, Bob a little bit
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Noah takes his revenge out on Bob by using his daughter and making Bob watch.
A/n: Is it odd that my first-ever attempt to write sex was in rape form? *hopes it turns out ok*
Written for the Heroes Kink Meme. No one's commented, so I hope its ok.
The door slams behind her. She’s ready to do whatever it takes to get the truth from him. A little blue spark crosses her fingers.
He’s throwing a ball against the wall, obviously bored. “Hello, Noah,” she purrs.
He misses catching the ball, looking up at her instead. “Elle,” he acknowledges. “And how can I be of service today? I’ve already told you your childhood, what’s left?”
Elle lets the spark grow on her fingertips. She wants him to refuse information, wants to torture him. She wants to hurt someone, like she’s been hurt. “Does my Daddy love me?” A tear streams down her face. “Does Bob love me?” she spits.
**
Noah looks at the observation window. He wonders how long it will take before Bob realizes Elle’s back here, asking for more information he never wanted her to know. He surveys the girl in front of him, in her tiny shirt and four-inch heels. He’s been trapped in this room for several weeks now, nothing other than a tiny red ball and the occasional visit from Mohinder or worse, Bob. Bob and his sarcastic comments; Bob and his ideas that his way of family was better. Not that Bob was ever high on Noah’s list of good people, but Noah hates Bob now.
He hates Bob so much now that when the idea of simple payback crosses his mind, he doesn’t even think twice before initiating his plan. After all, he’s been in a tiny room for weeks, and Elle’s the only girl he’s seen.
Scratch that. Woman. Or at least she will be when he’s done with her.
**
It’s a surprise to her when he lunges off the cot, latches on to her hips. She doesn’t react quickly enough before he’s flipped her onto the bed and holds her arms above her. It’s the perfect position for him; she can’t shock him with her arms bound and he knows it.
Elle’s still not sure what Noah’s plans are. She hopes he’s just intending to scare her, but she knows the disadvantage in which she’s been put. When he spits the words, “Your father doesn’t know how precious his daughter is,” a lump forms in her throat as she tries to scream. But Noah catches it. “If you scream, it’ll make this even more terrible for dear old Bob.”
Her arms are pinned above her head, and Noah’s much larger frame holds her down. She knows what’s coming now, and desperately struggles to break free. But she’s a tiny girl; she’s never taken the time to learn how to defend herself, all her defense coming from her powers.
When his rough hand scales its way up her leg, she shivers. He shoves her skirt over her hips, revealing white cotton panties, and he chuckles. “You exude this sexual confidence on the outside, but underneath you really are still a girl, aren’t you?”
She whimpers.
**
He knows what he’s doing is wrong, knows this person he’s becoming isn’t one he should turn into. But he’s too far in to go back now. The sound of her whimpering just fuels his rage further.
There’s a tap on the window, and Noah knows Bob’s watching them now. He turns toward the window and gives a menacing smile. There’s nothing Bob can do but watch and curse him now. “This is payback!” He yells at the window. “How does it feel to have your daughter taken from you?” He knows Elle locked the door this time around, not wanting Bob to walk in before he’s told her everything she wanted to know. Noah has to give Elle credit, she does learn from her mistakes. Except the one where she should never allow herself to be locked in a room with a man with nothing left to lose.
He’s already got her skirt above her hips. “What now?” he muses out loud. “Maybe we’ll take off this pretty blouse you’re wearing? Why do you dress yourself up so much everyday, Elle? Who are you trying to impress, whose attention are you trying to draw? Because you’ve certainly gotten mine.” The buttons pop off one at a time as he shoves his hand inside. The bra matches the panties, simple cotton and white. There’s something terribly innocent about her laying there, her skirt wadded at her hips and her shirt wide open.
It’s his turn to shiver now, but not in fear; in anticipation.
She tries to form some electricity in her hands, somehow make it reach him. It’s her last (and only) line of defense, but he notices. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He runs his free hand over the cloth covering her breasts, his fingers catching her nipple and pulling. She gasps. “Let’s get rid of this barrier, huh?” Not wanting to release her hands, knowing she would shock him before he could blink, he pulls the material up over her perkiness and exposes the skin underneath. “Much better,” he says.
He grabs the nipple again, pulling hard and violently. She squirms underneath him, and for a moment, he almost thinks she likes it. It eases his conscious a bit.
He runs his hand down from her breast, lightly touching the whole time, tracing a path around her belly button, down to the tip of her waistline. She squirms underneath him all the while, still not giving up the fight. She’ll give that up soon, he’s sure of it.
**
She can’t believe this is happening to her. How could she be so stupid in trusting this man? Bob had tried to warn her he was dangerous, but she didn’t listen. Where was Bob to save her? Where was her father?
She whimpers as his free hand runs over her body, shivers at the exposure to the cold air. No one’s ever touched her like this before, and she has to admit to herself that the feeling is pleasurable. The closest to this feeling she’s came is Peter, and that didn’t turn out anywhere how she wanted it to. She’s lost in thought about Peter when Noah’s hand leaves the smooth skin of her stomach and finds its way back under her skirt.
His finger rubs over her, and her hips immediately buck. He laughs. “Like that, huh? Bet you haven’t felt something like that before?” He continues to massage her, and she writhes under him, knowing she shouldn’t be finding pleasure in his forcefulness but feeling it anyway.
When one of his fingers slips inside her, she feels violated. She realizes she should’ve felt violated long before then, but this is the first time it’s hit her. It’s an invasion of the deepest kind, and she doesn’t like it at all. “Please…” she whimpers. She hears a bang on the window, wonders who it is. But before she can focus on the one-way pane, Noah’s slipped another finger in her and she’s bucking and whimpering all over again. He’s just grinning above her, and she finds herself hating this man more than she’s ever hated anyone in the world.
**
He wants to draw it out, make it last. It’s been a long time since he’s felt this in control of a situation, this powerful. It’s been awhile since he’s been able to do something so pleasurable as well. But he’s quickly losing his control and he needs to speed things up if he’s going to last.
He uses his free hand to shove down his pants, allowing himself to be visible. He watches as Elle’s huge blue eyes widen as he moves into a better position, never releasing his firm hold on both her hands. She’s trembling as he moves to enter her, and the moment he penetrates her she gives a sharp gasp. “Little girl no more, huh?” There’s a pang of guilt at being her first, but as she tightens around him, he loses himself to the pleasure.
She writhes underneath him the whole time, and he knows she’s trying to escape. But what she doesn’t realize is that every movement that she makes adds that much more pleasure to his experience, and he relishes every moment of it.
The pounding on the window grows louder and steadier, and he almost laughs when he realizes he’s matched his movements to Bob’s pounding. He consciously makes a note not to listen and speeds up his thrusting. Elle whimpers again, “No…” But it’s much too late.
**
She’d always imagined her first time would be with someone who loved her. At least someone she cared about. This was neither, and yet every once in awhile, she still found herself enjoying it, but the moment she let herself enjoy it, it brought her back to the reality of what was happening to her, and she pleaded with him to stop.
As his thrust sped up, she felt a dam inside of her breaking, and knew that her body was feeling things that her mind didn’t think she should be feeling. She watched Noah’s face then, it betraying his carnal need for pleasure. She kept hoping his hand would loosen on her wrists, hoping for that once last chance to escape, but it never happened. If anything, his hand tightened its grip as he came closer to reaching his climax. When he finally did come, she felt herself coming right along with him. Despite what her mind was telling her, she hadn’t ever felt pleasure like this before, and she rode out the waves in a state of unknowing bliss.
When Noah collapsed on top of her, his hand loosing on her wrists, she had the immediate thought to shock him, but she stopped herself. Instead, she said, through panted breath, “I’m glad you liked it.”
Noah chuckled. “You seemed to enjoy it a bit yourself, didn’t you? Haven’t felt anything like that before, have you?”
Elle blushed then. “Not how I imagined my first time,” she admits. “And I don’t appreciate being taken advantage of like this.” The time for small talk is over, and she wrests her hand free of his then and sends him a strong shock. There’s disbelief on his face as he falls off the bed onto the floor. “Didn’t realize you’d let loose, huh?” She spits back wickedly.
Noah shakes his head, still unable to speak because of the shock.
He’s taken the most valuable thing she owns, and she’s not about to leave without getting something in return. The shock is a start, a release of power she’s been needing for several days, but it’s not what she initially came for. “So, Noah, Does my father love me?”
Noah grins then, a grin of knowing something she doesn’t. “I don’t know, dear Elle. I’d expect not, not in the way I define love at least. But you can ask him, he’s right behind the lovely one-way window you guys use to observe me.”
She turns toward the window, and she can almost imagine Bob’s disappointed countenance staring back at her. She lets the first tear fall as she reaches to fix her skirt and button up her shirt. Nothing she does is ever going to be enough to placate Daddy, not after this.
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(Anonymous) 2008-01-16 05:16 am (UTC)(link)This is actually amazing.
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thank you!
and nah, far as i know, ppl are still even making requests to it, and i know there's some writers still posting stuff on it. I've got a couple more in the works, possibly too.
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I can't imagine Bennet doing something like this even he is thirsty for revenge. But somehow this wonderful fic really worked for me! Maybe because it is hot in a wrong way? LOL!
I think another reason is:
"It’s been a long time since he’s felt this in control of a situation, this powerful."
Lately he lost control of everything and I can easily imagine him wanting to be in control again.
I really loved it. This is the nastiest Noelle ever! LOL!
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Thanks!
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One day, perhaps I draw the position...... like this fic… but I do not have enough to draw the head of Elle… Is necessary that I involve… xD
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