Trying something different because I realized this ‘tomorrow’ belongs to both of them...
Warning: non-con threats and overtones ———————————————- Part 11C ———————————————-
(Nicolo)
Cairo, 12th century
It burned.
Nicolo could feel his rib slipping out from where it stabbed his insides after a vicious kick from one snapped it free from his right side. As they forced him back on his knees, Nicolo felt his rib make the slow journey back to heal. It burned getting there.
But it meant two less. They were carried out of the cabin, swearing and groaning.
Behind Nicolo, a hand smacked him hard on his ass, another squeezed the reddened cheek afterwards. Even Dirar had trouble stopping them with a sharp word.
They did not think their prey will fight back. And now they howled for blood.
Nicolo found himself staring at the floor again, his hands once more trapped under boots. This time it was Badlh.
His hands started healing after he slammed his head into Dirar's face. He missed but it startled Dirar enough that Nicolo was able to yank his shattered hands free. He got one. Two. But there were so many. More than before. And he was forced to his hands and knees once more, spitting out broken teeth and a bit of flesh when one of them thought destroying his throat might tame him.
Dirar sat behind Nicolo, grunting as he palmed the object between his legs. It deflated when Nicolo attacked. Dirar pulled it faster and faster the longer he stared at Nicolo's reddened cheeks.
The tip of Nicolo's scabbard tapped his balls from behind. Nicolo jolted. He shouted in lingua and a fist slammed into his right ear. He would have collapsed and possibly snap his wrists completely if Badlh did not catch his shoulders. Nicolo did not thank him.
"I will make you bleed," Dirar snarled. "The way my wife and child bled."
Behind Nicolo, wet sounds and grunts rose. The others will wait their turns, but not for too long. Rage fueled their lust to something of a frenzy. Nicolo could taste the thirst around him like air thick with blood and smoke.
It will hurt.
Nicolo's throat worked. Perhaps he could drive them into a fury and one of them or Dirar will accidentally kill him in the process, sparing him from the others. They would discard his body, most likely in the Nile.
He will heal. He will come back.
Nicolo knew by then, Yusuf would find out the truth. And he would leave Cairo. He will not look for Nicolo.
But that is all right. He can still protect Yusuf from afar. Yusuf would not need to know. Nicolo learned from very young how to be quiet, how to be invisible.
Perhaps this is better, Nicolo thought bleakly as he fought not to react to Dirar pressing the scabbard tip against his sacs. He did not speak. He held still. With luck, Dirar would tire of him and kill him before doing anything at all.
"By now," Dirar said. "Yusuf is happily counting his coins and good fortune." The scabbard skimmed around Nicolo's taint. Nicolo held his breath, but Dirar did not push it in.
"When we are finished with you, you can count your coins too."
Around Nicolo, others chuckled.
Nicolo breathed out slowly through his nose.
It will only hurt for a short time, Nicolo thought. He closed his eyes so he could block the sight of Badlh leering close, his yellow stained hands gripping the red mottled object and pointing it to his face.
It will be fine, Nicolo told himself. Anger them and they will kill him. And he will stay behind to watch over Yusuf. He has his memories, those quiet nights where Yusuf gazed at Nicolo like something good and worthy. It is enough.
It will be fine.
Dirar groaned behind him and the wet slapping sounds stop. The others murmured eagerly, crowding forward as Dirar lumbered closer to stand over Nicolo.
The door opened. Nicolo bit the inside of his cheek. No, not more.
"...will flay you alive! I will--"
No.
Nicolo's eyes flew open. Badlh's crotch blocked him, but he knew that voice.
Dirar chuckled. "Do not be rude. Let him in. He seems he wants to so badly."
No, no, no.
"Dirar!" Yusuf howled. "I will kil--Nicolo!"
The anguish in Yusuf's voice was too much to hear. Nicolo squeezed his eyes shut.
No, he can not. Not in front of Yusuf.
Badlh grabbed Nicolo by the chin. His rough trousers scratched Nicolo's temples. The dagger that hung off his hip bumped into Nicolo's lip. It tasted like cold, metal sweet like blood.
"No! Get away from him!"
Nicolo has not heard Yusuf like this since--no, he has not ever heard Yusuf like this.
"Dirar! We were not a threat to you!" Yusuf raged. "Why do you do this?"
"Why?" Dirar said calmly. His boots thud past Nicolo. Nicolo cracked open his eyes. Badlh's object hung by his right cheek, but past Badlh's hip he could see Dirar approach Yusuf. Yusuf was covered in blood, his face a red mask over his right side. He was forced to his knees by two men on his shoulders and a knee on his back by a third.
"Why?" Dirar repeated. His voice rose. "Why? Why do I want to destroy the Frank who destroyed me?"
Dirar slammed the hilt of Nicolo's sword into Yusuf's stomach. Yusuf groaned but the hands clamped on his shoulders would not allow him to double over.
"Nicolo was not..." Yusuf bit out. His eyes flared. He set a foot in front of him to force himself up.
A dagger slipped around to rest under Yusuf's chin.
Yusuf tensed and Nicolo knew Yusuf will not let it stop him even if the edge sliced into his throat.
"No," Nicolo croaked. "Do not die."
Yusuf's hard eyes slid over to where Badlh and Nicolo were. His fury wavered.
"Nicolo," Yusuf said, his voice cracked.
"No," Dirar taunted. He turned to look at Nicolo. "He is right. Do not die. You do not want to miss this. Give Nicolo a chance to show you how he has been earning his coin."
Yusuf choked out, "Nicolo" and hung his head.
Dirar rammed the hilt up, snapping Yusuf's head back.
"No," Dirar snarled. "You will watch him as we invade this Frank, pillage his body, ransack his flesh and soul until all that is left is only fit for fucking."
Yusuf screamed at Dirar, in words Nicolo could not grasp. His ears roared with Yusuf's anger. Dirar scoffed as he crossed the room to stand behind Nicolo.
Badhl stepped harder into Nicolo's hands. Dirar gripped Nicolo by the hips. He yanked Nicolo closer.
Nicolo squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the engorged object scrape up against his taint. A finger skimmed his hole, then abruptly dove in, skewering him, hooking at the rim, pulling...
"I wonder why you did not have him, Yusuf," Dirar murmured. He pulled out his finger. "He will tear beautifully."
Nicolo bit his lower lip. He tried not to listen. He held still.
It did not matter if they kill him now. It was over.
"Nicolo," Yusuf plead. "Look at me. Please! Nicolo!"
Nicolo reluctantly lifted his eyes.
Yusuf gazed back, his eyes overly bright, straining as close as he dared with the dagger to his throat.
"Nicolo," Yusuf said, half sobbed. He switched to lingua and Greek. "What I said before...It did not mean disgruntled cat!"
Nicolo stared at Yusuf. He bowed his head.
"Wait," Nicolo called out. His voice shook. "I...I wish to bargain."
Dirar sat back. He placed a hand on Nicolo's buttocks, his hand kneading a cheek, his nails digging deep and drawing blood.
"A deal?" Dirar sounded bored. "I will have you whether you resist or not. What do you think you can offer me?"
"Please," Nicolo whispered. "I do not want him to see this. I am the one you wish to destroy, not him. Can I not beg for mercy on his behalf?"
Yusuf moaned. Nicolo avoided looking at Yusuf.
"Go on." Dirar dug his thumb around Nicolo's rim. Something burned. Something started to bleed. "I am listening."
"You..." Nicolo swallowed. His stomach roiled. "You said I need to learn to s-swallow better. Take him away from this and you can teach me."
"Nicolo..." Yusuf whispered in horror.
"I planned to teach you after this anyway," Dirar dismissed.
"What...what if at the same time?"
Dirar stilled behind him. The murmuring around them rose.
Yusuf...Yusuf was not saying anything.
"Badlh," Dirar ordered.
Badlh shuffled closer, his fingers already loosening his trousers before Dirar called on him. His trousers dropped to his ankles, his dagger clanging to the floor.
Nicolo flinched.
"Yusuf," Nicolo called out as Dirar settled a possessive palm on his lower back, prodding him into position. Badlh shifted off Nicolo's hands, kneeling, greedy hands tipping Nicolo's head back.
"Nicolo, Nicolo," Yusuf breathed. He grunted as he was hauled up to his feet. "No! No! Nicolo!"
"Yusuf, I understand," Nicolo said unsteadily. He opened his eyes as wide as he could. He ignored the unwelcomed heat looming over him. "I understand, but the battle I fought alone is lost."
"I am sorry." -------------------- Do my best to post last part late tonight! Or early tomorrow! Wah, I dunno! I have stupid big fingers and tiny phone and only a 45 minute break later!
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Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 11C/14
Date: 2020-10-10 12:08 am (UTC)Warning: non-con threats and overtones
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Part 11C
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(Nicolo)
Cairo, 12th century
It burned.
Nicolo could feel his rib slipping out from where it stabbed his insides after a vicious kick from one snapped it free from his right side. As they forced him back on his knees, Nicolo felt his rib make the slow journey back to heal. It burned getting there.
But it meant two less. They were carried out of the cabin, swearing and groaning.
Behind Nicolo, a hand smacked him hard on his ass, another squeezed the reddened cheek afterwards. Even Dirar had trouble stopping them with a sharp word.
They did not think their prey will fight back. And now they howled for blood.
Nicolo found himself staring at the floor again, his hands once more trapped under boots. This time it was Badlh.
His hands started healing after he slammed his head into Dirar's face. He missed but it startled Dirar enough that Nicolo was able to yank his shattered hands free. He got one. Two. But there were so many. More than before. And he was forced to his hands and knees once more, spitting out broken teeth and a bit of flesh when one of them thought destroying his throat might tame him.
Dirar sat behind Nicolo, grunting as he palmed the object between his legs. It deflated when Nicolo attacked. Dirar pulled it faster and faster the longer he stared at Nicolo's reddened cheeks.
The tip of Nicolo's scabbard tapped his balls from behind. Nicolo jolted. He shouted in lingua and a fist slammed into his right ear. He would have collapsed and possibly snap his wrists completely if Badlh did not catch his shoulders. Nicolo did not thank him.
"I will make you bleed," Dirar snarled. "The way my wife and child bled."
Behind Nicolo, wet sounds and grunts rose. The others will wait their turns, but not for too long. Rage fueled their lust to something of a frenzy. Nicolo could taste the thirst around him like air thick with blood and smoke.
It will hurt.
Nicolo's throat worked. Perhaps he could drive them into a fury and one of them or Dirar will accidentally kill him in the process, sparing him from the others. They would discard his body, most likely in the Nile.
He will heal. He will come back.
Nicolo knew by then, Yusuf would find out the truth. And he would leave Cairo. He will not look for Nicolo.
But that is all right. He can still protect Yusuf from afar. Yusuf would not need to know. Nicolo learned from very young how to be quiet, how to be invisible.
Perhaps this is better, Nicolo thought bleakly as he fought not to react to Dirar pressing the scabbard tip against his sacs. He did not speak. He held still. With luck, Dirar would tire of him and kill him before doing anything at all.
"By now," Dirar said. "Yusuf is happily counting his coins and good fortune." The scabbard skimmed around Nicolo's taint. Nicolo held his breath, but Dirar did not push it in.
"When we are finished with you, you can count your coins too."
Around Nicolo, others chuckled.
Nicolo breathed out slowly through his nose.
It will only hurt for a short time, Nicolo thought. He closed his eyes so he could block the sight of Badlh leering close, his yellow stained hands gripping the red mottled object and pointing it to his face.
It will be fine, Nicolo told himself. Anger them and they will kill him. And he will stay behind to watch over Yusuf. He has his memories, those quiet nights where Yusuf gazed at Nicolo like something good and worthy. It is enough.
It will be fine.
Dirar groaned behind him and the wet slapping sounds stop. The others murmured eagerly, crowding forward as Dirar lumbered closer to stand over Nicolo.
The door opened. Nicolo bit the inside of his cheek. No, not more.
"...will flay you alive! I will--"
No.
Nicolo's eyes flew open. Badlh's crotch blocked him, but he knew that voice.
Dirar chuckled. "Do not be rude. Let him in. He seems he wants to so badly."
No, no, no.
"Dirar!" Yusuf howled. "I will kil--Nicolo!"
The anguish in Yusuf's voice was too much to hear. Nicolo squeezed his eyes shut.
No, he can not. Not in front of Yusuf.
Badlh grabbed Nicolo by the chin. His rough trousers scratched Nicolo's temples. The dagger that hung off his hip bumped into Nicolo's lip. It tasted like cold, metal sweet like blood.
"No! Get away from him!"
Nicolo has not heard Yusuf like this since--no, he has not ever heard Yusuf like this.
"Dirar! We were not a threat to you!" Yusuf raged. "Why do you do this?"
"Why?" Dirar said calmly. His boots thud past Nicolo. Nicolo cracked open his eyes. Badlh's object hung by his right cheek, but past Badlh's hip he could see Dirar approach Yusuf. Yusuf was covered in blood, his face a red mask over his right side. He was forced to his knees by two men on his shoulders and a knee on his back by a third.
"Why?" Dirar repeated. His voice rose. "Why? Why do I want to destroy the Frank who destroyed me?"
Dirar slammed the hilt of Nicolo's sword into Yusuf's stomach. Yusuf groaned but the hands clamped on his shoulders would not allow him to double over.
"Nicolo was not..." Yusuf bit out. His eyes flared. He set a foot in front of him to force himself up.
A dagger slipped around to rest under Yusuf's chin.
Yusuf tensed and Nicolo knew Yusuf will not let it stop him even if the edge sliced into his throat.
"No," Nicolo croaked. "Do not die."
Yusuf's hard eyes slid over to where Badlh and Nicolo were. His fury wavered.
"Nicolo," Yusuf said, his voice cracked.
"No," Dirar taunted. He turned to look at Nicolo. "He is right. Do not die. You do not want to miss this. Give Nicolo a chance to show you how he has been earning his coin."
Yusuf choked out, "Nicolo" and hung his head.
Dirar rammed the hilt up, snapping Yusuf's head back.
"No," Dirar snarled. "You will watch him as we invade this Frank, pillage his body, ransack his flesh and soul until all that is left is only fit for fucking."
Yusuf screamed at Dirar, in words Nicolo could not grasp. His ears roared with Yusuf's anger. Dirar scoffed as he crossed the room to stand behind Nicolo.
Badhl stepped harder into Nicolo's hands. Dirar gripped Nicolo by the hips. He yanked Nicolo closer.
Nicolo squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the engorged object scrape up against his taint. A finger skimmed his hole, then abruptly dove in, skewering him, hooking at the rim, pulling...
"I wonder why you did not have him, Yusuf," Dirar murmured. He pulled out his finger. "He will tear beautifully."
Nicolo bit his lower lip. He tried not to listen. He held still.
It did not matter if they kill him now. It was over.
"Nicolo," Yusuf plead. "Look at me. Please! Nicolo!"
Nicolo reluctantly lifted his eyes.
Yusuf gazed back, his eyes overly bright, straining as close as he dared with the dagger to his throat.
"Nicolo," Yusuf said, half sobbed. He switched to lingua and Greek. "What I said before...It did not mean disgruntled cat!"
Nicolo stared at Yusuf. He bowed his head.
"Wait," Nicolo called out. His voice shook. "I...I wish to bargain."
Dirar sat back. He placed a hand on Nicolo's buttocks, his hand kneading a cheek, his nails digging deep and drawing blood.
"A deal?" Dirar sounded bored. "I will have you whether you resist or not. What do you think you can offer me?"
"Please," Nicolo whispered. "I do not want him to see this. I am the one you wish to destroy, not him. Can I not beg for mercy on his behalf?"
Yusuf moaned. Nicolo avoided looking at Yusuf.
"Go on." Dirar dug his thumb around Nicolo's rim. Something burned. Something started to bleed. "I am listening."
"You..." Nicolo swallowed. His stomach roiled. "You said I need to learn to s-swallow better. Take him away from this and you can teach me."
"Nicolo..." Yusuf whispered in horror.
"I planned to teach you after this anyway," Dirar dismissed.
"What...what if at the same time?"
Dirar stilled behind him. The murmuring around them rose.
Yusuf...Yusuf was not saying anything.
"Badlh," Dirar ordered.
Badlh shuffled closer, his fingers already loosening his trousers before Dirar called on him. His trousers dropped to his ankles, his dagger clanging to the floor.
Nicolo flinched.
"Yusuf," Nicolo called out as Dirar settled a possessive palm on his lower back, prodding him into position. Badlh shifted off Nicolo's hands, kneeling, greedy hands tipping Nicolo's head back.
"Nicolo, Nicolo," Yusuf breathed. He grunted as he was hauled up to his feet. "No! No! Nicolo!"
"Yusuf, I understand," Nicolo said unsteadily. He opened his eyes as wide as he could. He ignored the unwelcomed heat looming over him. "I understand, but the battle I fought alone is lost."
"I am sorry."
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Do my best to post last part late tonight! Or early tomorrow! Wah, I dunno! I have stupid big fingers and tiny phone and only a 45 minute break later!