• Chapter Three: Sore Throats and Nausea When I awoke, my head was spinning and I felt deathly sick. For a moment, I could not remember what had happened, but it soon came to me. I remembered that I was attacked in the shower by a man whom closely resembled Butler, but who had the eyes of a one without a heart. So, I was probably kidnapped by a cold blooded killer. Oh, dear. Probably not good. As for why he kidnapped me, there could be a hundred reasons, quite literally. He could be holding me hostage and waiting for a ransom, he could be working for one of my father's rival syndicates, or perhaps some kind of vaguely justified terrorist. Either way, it did not really affect my situation that much. Whichever it was, I would be the one who would have to liberate myself from this obscure prison. Truly obscure, as well. I could not see a thing, the place where I was being held was pitch black. This being so, there was no information to be gathered about my surroundings. At least, not for now. It was time to examine my own condition. Other than the mind-blowing nausea, I had quite a few other problems. For one, my whole body ached, so I was not handled very well while unconscious (I dreaded to see the bruises I had) and in the back of my head was a splitting pain that made me fear there may be some kind of meat clever wedged in there. Also, my hands were bound to a thin metal bar behind my back and my mouth was gagged, though not with a cloth. It was a strange kind of ball gag that was attached to a stiff piece of rectangular leather that was strapped over my mouth; not very attractive, no. Wherever I was, they did not want me to make noise. Once I was finished trying to break the ropes around my wrists (by thrashing about for a bit), a door far ahead of me opened, revealing where I was for the first time. It was some kind of large factory or power plant. The structure, on the whole, was a cylindrical shape and there was all kinds of rusting and out dated machinery hanging from the ceiling, walls, and towering up from the ground. Did I mention that I attached to some other strange piece of machinery that shot up straight from floor to ceiling and that all that connected me to the newly opened door was a thin grated catwalk. Not very heartening, no. “Good morning, Artemis Fowl. I do hope you found your nap restful,” the silhouette spoke to me, laughing at his own ill conceived joke. I did not find it important enough to sacrifice my pride and grunt at him through the gag. “You are awake, aren't you? You were putting up quite a fight a few moments ago, though I don't think you'll get out of those ropes. The knot is somewhat complicated,” he gloated some more, taking his time making it down the catwalk towards me. Oh well, he did tell me one useful tidbit; there was a camera with a night lens somewhere in these ruins. “You know, you should probably try upgrading your security system. All I had to do to get in, was walk right through the front door.” 'God damn it all ...' I thought to myself. It was only then that I remembered that I had left the front door open to try and catch a breeze while I was in the entrance hall. I supposed that, in my frustration and Butler's melted brain, we had left the front door open! “You look frustrated,” he said, leaning down and getting closer to my face. I could almost make out his features, though the light was still too weak. He looked so familiar. I was almost sure that I had seen him before... “You wouldn't happen to need some help with that, would you?” he asked, reaching out with a large hand to rub it down my bare chest. Now, this only demonstrates how nauseated I was, that I did not even notice that I was still naked and vaguely damp. “Mert amf hemm mf maf!” I grunted at him. Roughly translated, it meant 'Get the hell off me!” Even with my enraged grunting, the encroaching hand continued to travel the length of my body to the part of my body that only myself, my mother, and a few nannies ever touched. “Mermf!” “Groaning already?” he asked, working his hand up and down and beginning to unzip his own pants. I have to admit that, by this point I was absolutely terrified. If Butler had completely missed this man's entry and exit into my home, then that probably meant that it would be days before he found me. No one was coming to my rescue. I was going to be raped. All the blood began to rush to my face and I could feel this strange heat pooling in my lower stomach. I was not an idiot. I knew what that meant, but hated to think that this disgusting man would be the first person to make me cum. In all my dreams, it was Remy or a some other choice persons that was there at that moment, not some stranger. “You're already dripping wet. I guess that's to be expected. You probably thought that you were above this sort of thing,” he grunted out (what an asshole). Afterwards, he moved up and straddled my hips bringing his own large erection, which he had been stroking with his other hand, against mine and grinding against it hard. He was much larger than me, I could feel it easily. At first the pace was slow and leisurely, but it soon picked up to a back breaking one and forced him into bracing his hands on the railing to either side of himself. With the extra leverage, he began a circular movement that slammed his balls against mine and sent a jolt of pain up my erection. By that point, I felt that I could no longer breath and periodically gagged on the ball in my mouth when it would obstruct my heavy breathing. It was getting to the point where I knew I either had to die or cum. No matter how disgusting, the latter sounded more appealing. That being said, I did. “Mmf!” I let out a pathetic little moan, as all my muscles tightened and white stuff spouted from the darkness to land all over my stomach and the mystery man's shirt. “Well now, if you're not going to be civilized and wait for me to cum with you, you'll just have to tie up the loose ends you left yourself,” he explained, getting up on his knees and beginning to undo my gag. Although, before he pulled it out of my mouth, he covered it with his hand and said to me threateningly, “You better learn some self control and keep quiet. If you don't, I'll be forced to slice off that agile little tongue of yours. At least, it better be agile, or it won't be in your mouth for very long.” And, with that, he slammed his length into my mouth and past my tonsoles. After the initial shock, I swallowed and felt him shiver and tasted blood. As for his threat, I had no idea if he was telling the truth. I had no way of examining his face for a hint to tell if he was bluffing, but his voice told me that he was telling the truth. He sounded cold and half-insane,so I did not want to test him. I wanted to live to the end of the summer, so that I could go back to that useless school and see Remy's face again. I tried to hold back the sobs as I made my decision, but they simply would not stop and I felt him shiver again at the vibration. The thought of him taking such enjoyment out of degrading me made me want to gag again, but I held it back. Swallowing once more, I tried swirling my tongue along the underside of his penis. All along from the base I could feel a throbbing vein that made him moan every time it was given attention, so I tried to focus my attack there. He started to get more intensely involved, putting his hands against the large transponder (the large machine I was lashed too) ((1.)) and gasping and panting shamelessly. It was hard to concentrate. His pubic hairs were against my face and when I breathed, I could smell the must of his sex fully. That is, when I could breath. His foreskin was pressed against the back of my throat, obstructing my oxygen intake and torturing the sensitive skin there, rubbing it to bleeding with his unconscious rocking. Still, the most humiliating and uncomfortable thing of it all were the tears streaming down my face and the fact that he must have had a perfect view of them streaming all the way to my jaw bone. “Fuck, you're good,” he said, rocking more violently in my mouth. In a few moments, he was fully thrusting in and out of my mouth, causing blood to flow down my throat and the sobs to become more violent. His thrusting was rubbing my tonsoles and the back of my throat completely raw. It hurt to breath and hurt twice as much to sob. The sharp inhalation felt like swallowing so many thumbtacks. At the point where I thought that I simply could not take it anymore, I felt him cum. His sperm shot straight back in my throat, hitting the huge sore spot there and causing me to gasp and feel even more pain. He thrust a few more times, holding onto the back of my head with fingers entwined in my black hair before he finally stopped and pulled his limp member away. The moment my mouth was free, I began to wail. I had completely forgotten his threats of a moment ago about making noise, or maybe I just did not care anymore. My whole body felt achy and violated. I was covered in cum, my own on my stomach and the stranger's on my chin (I had had presence enough to spit as much out as I could), there was blood in my mouth, and the crying refused to stop. “Shut your mouth!” he screamed, slapping me across the face. I never thought that slaps could hurt too badly, but this one did very much. My head snapped to the side and I could feel a terrible hot pain spread across my cheek. But, it had the wanted affect. The sobbing stopped, though the tears were now falling like huge clear pearls onto the grating of the catwalk beside me. I could not think, I could not move, I did not even know if I was still alive, though I thought I must have been at some point.((2.)) “Do you think you can behave yourself?” he asked, cleaning himself off. I could not reply, but I managed a half-hearted sob. “Good boy,” he laughed, leaning down to within a few inches of my face and cocking his head to the side to kiss me. As he did so, his face finally fell into a beam of light that illuminated his features. It was the last thing that I could take. He had Butler's face. I looked straight into the face of a Butler with heartless eyes as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and invaded my dignity just once more. His face gloated to me a silent glory. Then, he stood and he left. All I did was cry in an in human voice until the darkness came to take me away to a world of nightmares filled with violating hands. - - - - - Night was falling on the Fowl estate when Butler finally ventured back into the household, giving in to the fact that he did not have the skills nor the patience to fix the God forsaken central air. He had dreaded facing Artemis all day, but he had also given in to the the fact that the only thing he was interested in was making up with Artemis and, perhaps, pulling a smile out of his permanently sour face. Climbing the stairs, he noticed something unusual. There, on the crimson red carpet, were large wet marks, like a huge dead fish had been dragged through the hall and right down to the front door. Shit, the front door. Realizing what might have happened, Butler took off at a run for Artemis' room. As he approached, he saw that Artemis' door was left open and that the wet trail led through there. Rushing into the room and following the trail to the bathroom, Butler found the room in disarray, with water everywhere and bottles left on the floor. Then, there in the bathtub, he saw it. There was a large bloodstain in the bottom and on the faucet with small black hairs mixed within. “Artemis!” Butler yelled. But, it was no use. He was no where to be found. - - - - - Authoress Note: Myep. Artemis got raped. For the readers, I do apologize. There was almost nothing int this chapter for you to read. I'm afraid that the next chapter will be fairly close to the same. For those of you on Whoopee! You got a sex scene, and the first that I had written in a while, too. In that way, they didn't go to far, but they're gonna go all the way in the future. Once again, I encourage reviews, as I tend to get depressed about stories and tend to not update them when I don't get reviews. 1.)) Why, yes, I randomly made up a mechanical sounding name with the help of my spell checker. So, sue me ((Don't really. All I have is my PS2 and my computer and neither work very well -sweat drop-)) 2.)) 'Twas a sex scene there, yep.

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