The Darker Universes

Captured (Part 2)

((this is a weird one, ngl. just. projections of my own anxiety about this sort of stuff... anyways
TW's: torture, petplay, abuse, sexual assault, public sex, breeding kink, trans(?) stuff, misgendering and gender crisis, pregnancy (implied)

Karnak had finally gotten a good night's rest. The previous night's torture session hadn't been... all that bad, he supposed. Twenty lashes was a light sentence compared to the other torture methods he'd been forced to endure. He had even gotten fed last night; more meat from his long-gone leg. His captor had even had the courtesy of cooking it for him unlike the previous time where he'd been forced to eat the strips raw. It didn't taste so bad cooked. Sometimes, he could even pretend it was people food instead of pet food.

He had trouble keeping it down, though. He'd gotten used to his carnivorous diet to the point where he now rarely got sick after feeding sessions. Lately, though, he'd been nothing but nauseous, no matter what. He tried to be sick as little as possible; he knew he needed the nutrients, and he didn't want any food to go to waste. He was a little scared that he was getting sick from something other than the torture. Humans got sick all the time, didn't they? He'd seen sickness in visions. Sickness usually meant death.

...It couldn't have been that severe, though. Surely. He was–he was magical. Inhuman. It would take a lot more than a near-constant bout of nausea to kill him. Again.

They woke him up late into the morning. It was rare of him to sleep in so late, but he'd also been so much more tired lately. He spent most of his time between sessions sleeping. He didn't even know his captor was in the room until he felt a shift on the bed when they laid down next to him and placed their hand on his bony hip. It was a comforting touch, warm. He scooted closer to them so they would properly spoon him. His back was still burning from last night, but he didn't mind it so much. He liked it when they laid like this. No torture. No... love-making. Just comfort.

It wouldn't last for long. Their hand moved from his waist to travel up his shirt, feeling him up. Their hands were warm, so warm. He almost didn't mind the touch. But he couldn't hold the wince when their fingers brushed against one of his nipples. They'd been awfully sensitive lately, more so than usual. They scooted closer still, pressing against his bandaged back. They nibbled on his neck, and he unconsciously turned his head to give them better access. Their first session had been traumatizing. Each and every time they made love, he got a little more comfortable with it. No, comfortable wasn't the right word; he grew more detached. He still didn't want to be there, but he grew used to the pain to the extent that, most of the time, he could block it out. They would sometimes introduce... other elements. Painful, elements. Those memories were... harder to block out. He hoped that today wouldn't be another one of those sessions.

"Time to get up, pet," they spoke as they pulled away from him. He missed their warmth. It was so cold in the basement. "We're going out today."

That meant a bath first. He liked it back when he was allowed to bathe on his own. Ever since their first... session, they had refused to let him bathe alone. They insisted on it. The bath was big enough for the two of them anyways, and it would save on water. Karnak was decidedly not happy about this, but like most things, he had no say in it. They slid into the tub behind him, and he tried not to flinch as they wrapped their arms around his frame. He hated being nude with them. He didn't like to think about all the awful things they did to his body, inside his body. Didn't like to think about the seed they were trying to sow.

The wounds on his back were still fresh. They took pleasure in running their fingers deep into the cuts, laughing as he winced and tried to squirm away. Their legs, wrapped around his waist, kept him in place. He whimpered instead; it stung too much not to. Especially when they started soaping his back up.