[Shattered Dream Angst] Daymares ★

Weakness

Another warning for y'all about sexual abuse, and description of torture ⚠️
  

   "Fuck you," Nightmare didn't appreciate being manipulated by a nitwit like Hate.

   "My thoughts exactly~" Hate grinned down at Nightmare as he walked around him and stopped right in front of him. Nightmare sat up as he kept his eye on Hate's movements he knew pretty quickly that something was wrong.
   Hate knelt down and pushed Nightmare's legs apart.
   "Hey!" Nightmare yelled at him and tried to kick him away. His kicks were so weak that Hate laughed at how pitiful he was.

   "I've been wanting to have my fun with you since the beginning~ I swear, it's your danm face~" Hate gripped Nightmare's chin, staring deeply into the features of Nightmare's face as he forced his way between Nightmare's legs.
   "Get off of me!" Nightmare ordered with a glare lined with disgust.
   "You're just so good at putting all of your rage into a single cold daggered look in your eye~" Hate traced his thumb along Nightmare's mouth. Nightmare dropped his brave act and tried desperately to get away from Hate. But for once, Hate was stronger, he pulled Nightmare back by his legs, not that Nightmare got very far anyway. He climbed on top of him.
  "Hate! No-" Nightmare yelled at him as if he had any power over Hate.

   Hate took out a cloth from his pocket and tied it around Nightmare's mouth to muffle his abusive yelling.
   "Shattered wanted me to make you scream, I'm delivering. He probably won't be back until high tide anyway. So I've got you to myself~" Hate grinned wickedly, pulling on Nightmare's pants before pulling them down as well as his underwear.
   Nightmare tried to scream through the cloth as he struggled and kicked weakly. Hate chuckled at him.

   He grinded against Nightmare's bare pelvis as he summoned his magic under his pants.
   "Almost forgot that I'll probably get salt on my dick by fucking you. Oh well~" He grinned as Nightmare let his face turn fearful. He was helpless to stop Hate, even when he thought he got a good kick at him, it only made Hate laugh at him.
   "Summon a cunt for me pretty boy~" Hate liked his teeth, enjoying the sight of Nightmare's look of fear and utter dread.
   Nightmare ignored him, only struggling more, which frankly only ended up making Nightmare grind back against Hate's crotch.
   "Fine~ Have it your way, you stubborn ass." Hate pulled down his pants and took his summoned dick out of its clothed trap. "You're probably too weak to summon your magic on your own anyway~"

   Nightmare screamed at him through the cloth as Hate lined himself up and pushed his dick into Nightmare's pelvis without any magic summoned. Hate grinded into Nightmare's bones until he found a decent amount of friction to satisfy him. The feeling was uncomfortable for Nightmare's magic, he couldn't stop himself from being able to feel Hate's dick against him.

   Hate reached his hand down past Nightmare's pelvis and stroked himself off against Nightmare's spine. The regrettable fact was that Nightmare's spine was sensitive, and his magic grew more confused as Hate picked up his pace.
   Nightmare's body worked against him as he started to groan into the cloth.
   "You like that? Ha!" Hate mocked him, "Has it really been so long since you last got any action?~ You'd get off on any attention right?" He hissed like a snake, he groaned as he got closer. Nightmare glared before barking something at Hate through the cloth.
   Hate smacked Nightmare across the face, hard.
   "Heh~ Shattered always made that look like fun~" He chuckled between breaths. Nightmare felt his face sting, as he squeezed his eye shut.

   No one treated Nightmare that way. He worked hard to make sure of that. And yet somehow Shattered managed to teach Hate to hit him in such a simple way. No one hit Nightmare like that. Not since he was young.
   And Shattered knew it. Whether Shattered meant to trigger those memories in Nightmare's mind or not, it was impressive that Shattered even had the potential to be that calculated. If only it wasn't so anxiety-provoking for Nightmare, he would be more impressed.

   Hate cam with a loud groan released from his mouth. Nightmare tensed with disgust as Hate cam on his spine and pelvis bones as he pulled out. It made Nightmare feel more filthy than the ocean water ever did. He'd kill for a shower, just to wash away the evidence that he was ever used in such a way.

   Thing is about the mortal body, is that it will react to sexual activity despite how the mind is actually thinking.
   As Hate pulled his hips away from Nightmare finally, his magic summoned a woman's lower body on its own.
   "What~ you ready for round two already?~" Hate grinned as Nightmare paniced, he struggled as much as he could, as if it would save his life, "I'll give you a round two!" Hate held Nightmare's hips still, though it really didn't take much to overpower Nightmare's weak body, he dug his nails into Nightmare's hips to ensure that he wouldn't move as he got his tip to line up before pounding into him.

   There was no escape when Hate was so deep inside him. For a moment, Hate even let Nightmare try to crawl away, but the shackles around his wrists stopped him from being able to move away any further.
   Hate moved rougher than the first time. It seemed like Hate was determined to rip Nightmare's insides as he beat and bruised his walls with every thrust.
   In reality, Hate was just enjoying himself. Nightmare's tight pussy was so much better than touching himself on his own.
   And he always loved fighting Nightmare. As much as Hate could "love" anything.

   And oh did Nightmare fight him, he tried to anyway. The position wasn't in Nightmare's favour and neither were his shackles. Struggling only made Hate's dick pound against different nerves each time. Screaming didn't help.
   He wanted to give up. But he couldn't somehow.
   Hate moaned as he leaned over Nightmare's pathetic body, "You're so tight~" He hissed.

   "I assume you're taking this break because you've got him screaming again?" Shattered stood above them on the dock where they couldn't see him. After all, Shattered didn't want to invade on their private moment with his gaze.
   "Shattered-" Hate stopped as he looked up nervously at the bottom of the dock. Nightmare tried to go back to pretending that he wasn't fighting, though it was difficult due to certain things.
   "I came over here because you're loud as heck Hate." Shattered was honest, "I hope you've at least been taking care of Nightmare?" Shattered didn't sound too pleased. He wouldn't want Hate slacking off for hisown sexual needs when there was still work to be done.

   Hate took the gag out of Nightmare's mouth, but he continued to bite his own tongue, not to give Hate or Shattered the pleasure of his screams. His body hurt and Hate's dick still inside him kept a constant sting inside him.
   But Hate caught on quickly that Nightmare was purposefully trying to get Hate in trouble with Shattered. He started thrusting his hips again making Nightmare tense up and desperately hold his breath.
   Hate growled in annoyance, he started pounding into Nightmare's pelvis mercilessly, trying to hurt him and make him scream even if Hate ended up hurting himself in the process. It would be better than whatever pain Shattered would punish him with.

   Nightmare yelled out suddenly, quickly screaming in pain as he felt himself start to break from the inside. He knew that Hate was going that hard only for Shattered's sake.
   "STOP! PLEASE! SHATTERED!" Nightmare cried out, "MAKE HIM STOP!!"
   "There! See! Now you're talking to me again~" Shattered said happily. "Hate, if you want, you can come over and spend time with Nightmare whenever you want!" Shattered rewarded Hate for being so reliable.
   "Gladly~" Hate smirked down at Nightmare as he switched to a more comfortable place for himself.
   Nightmare had a beautiful look of anguish and fear on his face as tears dripped down the sides of his head. Hate loved it. Nightmare had the most perfect face for showing hate, fear, and pain. No wonder Shattered liked him so much~

   Nightmare screamed until Hate came deep inside him. Blood and cum filled Nightmare's abused entrance before Hate was finally done with him.
   Hate at least had the decency to put Nightmare's pants back on, but not enough decency to ever use a condom.

   Nightmare's body wasn't strong enough to grow a child anyway. A few nights later, Nightmare would bleed again from his miscarriage.
   At least it was the only time he ever actually got pregnant from Hate's "visits".