Pretty When You Cry

Chapter 4

A/N:: This chpt contains rape do not read if you cannot handle

"Mr. Stark, there has been an incident on the lower levels," JARVIS explained. That was the code that Tony had come up with for anything related to Loki: 'an incident on the lower levels'.

Pepper raised an eyebrow at this statement.

"What's on the lower levels?"

"Ah, nothing. Just some prototypes that I've been working on. Dummy probably knocked 'em over."

"O...kay," Pepper replied. She believed the story, even though it sounded a bit forced.

"I'll see you for dinner later?" Tony asked, getting up.

"Yes. Seven. Be on time!" Pepper reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah. See ya then." He pecked her on the lips, and began his descent into the basement.

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The door to Loki's room - or cell, rather - swung open, and Tony walked in. Loki remained with his eyes closed, not wanting to see his captor's face when he discovered what had happened.

It didn't take long for Tony to figure it out.

"Ew, gross. And here I was thinking that you're an adult, and able to control yourself."

Loki clenched his eyes shut even harder, and tried to block out Tony's words.

The inventor didn't stop there, though.

"Well, now the question remains: What do we do about this? I suppose the right thing to do would be to clean you up, so that your wounds don't get infected."

Loki couldn't help but cringe at the thought of this, of Tony Stark seeing him naked, and wiping the urine and feces off of him like he was some infant. He'd rather that the man kill him than have to face that type of humiliation.

"But," Tony continued, "You do need to learn a lesson. We'll see how much you like being dirty after you've laid in your own filth for a while. Then, maybe I'll clean you up."

Loki said nothing. He didn't know what to say, really. Tony was going to do as he pleased no matter what.

"Yes, I think that's the way to go. A couple of days surrounded in shit and piss will do you some good."

The next thing Loki heard was the door opening and closing, as Tony left the room.

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The hours passed by, Loki laying in the same position as always. Everything on him had dried by now, and he was somewhat grateful for that. Still, he was starting to feel hungry again, and dizzy too. His wounds also hurt, as did his body from the total lack of movement. He wished badly that he could at least stretch a little.

For a while, Loki considered whether or not it was possible to will ones body to shut down. He actually attempted this, for several hours, to no avail. It was quite the disappointment.

Tony finally reappeared some time later, after Loki had fallen asleep. He instantly made a move to wake him up.

Loki opened his eyes to see Tony glaring at him.

'Fuck. I'd hoped it was just a nightmare,' he thought to himself.

"Trying to get some beauty sleep? Even a century of it wouldn't help someone as disgusting as you," Tony said.

Loki just stared at him, his eyes asking the question that his lips wouldn't: what do you want?

"Anyway, Pepper's got a headache tonight, so I figured that I'd find some entertainment elsewhere."

Loki's mouth dropped open a bit. He didn't like where this was going.

"But I'm not touching you until you're clean. So..." Tony held up a sponge, and a small bucket of soapy water. "Let's get started."

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After Tony had patched Loki up, he'd dressed the wounded man in a pair of light blue hospital scrubs. Loki tensed as he felt Tony's ice cold hands pulling the pants down, exposing his skin to the freezing cellar air. Tony unhooked the restraints, to pull the scrubs all the way off.

"Tsk tsk," Tony started, "Look at how filthy you are."

The next thing Loki knew, Tony had started scrubbing his thighs with the sponge. The soap burned his cuts, and the rough sponge scraped his delicate skin. Tony then moved on to Loki's more intimate areas, scrubbing his cock and balls, before turning Loki's body slightly. He parted the ex-god's ass, and cleaned that as well, the same way one would clean a baby.

It made Loki want to vomit again. He could feel his face flush red as Tony touched him, and again, he wished for death.

Tony must've been able to tell how much the act bothered Loki, because he dragged it out, taking an extra long time to clean him up.

When he was finally done, tears had begun to run down Loki's face.

"Aw, baby's going to cry?" Tony taunted him.

Loki sniffed, and tried his best not to let any more tears fall.

"Big bad Loki's upset about having someone touch him? Maybe he shouldn't have shit himself, then."

Loki bit his lip, desperately trying not to cry any harder. It would only make Tony taunt him more. He just wanted Tony to do whatever he had planned and to leave him be.

Tony shook his head, "You're all clean now, baby. Now we can get started."

The inventor climbed on top of the gurney, straddling Loki and pinning him down. He leaned over and removed the restraints on Loki's wrists. Since Loki's legs were free already, Tony easily flipped him over, so he was now lying on his stomach. Then, quickly as he could, Tony once again restrained Loki's hands.

Tony ran a finger over Loki's bottom, making him shiver.

"You're pretty, you know that?" Tony said, pinching him, "So pretty. Especially when you're crying like that." He smacked Loki's ass, causing Loki to wince.

Loki could hear Tony moving to unbuckle his belt, and he heard him throw his pants to the ground.

"JARVIS, turn off cameras for this room."

"Yes, Sir."

Tony then focused his attention back on Loki.

"So pretty," he whispered.

Loki tried to focus on his breathing. He knew what was coming. He could hear Tony touching his cock, rubbing himself to get erect. Seconds later, he felt the bed dip again, as Tony once again climbed on top. Then, where was agony.

Tony had shoved himself inside Loki's tight hole at once, causing his tissues to rip and tear. Loki couldn't help but cry out in pain. His insides were literally being torn apart.

"Ahh," Tony sighed, "So fucking tight."

Soon blood began to pour from the tears. Tony, being ever efficient, used it as a lube.

He pumped, in and out, harder, deeper, finding himself becoming even more aroused each time Loki whimpered, or cried out.

Tony lowered himself a bit, biting Loki's shoulder blade. He bit deep enough to draw blood. With one hand, he pulled Loki's long, dark hair.

"You know you like it, you dirty whore. You love being fucked. It's what you're made for. It's your only purpose."

Before Loki could stop himself, he'd murmured a reply.

"No..."

"No?" Tony began to laugh. "Then what are you good for? Your family hates you. Your people laugh at you. Your own biological father left you to die. You couldn't conquer Earth, either. Not even with the help of the Chitauri. Face it, you're useless otherwise."

Tony's words stung Loki tremendously. The Iron Man was right. What was he good for? Nothing. Nothing besides allowing stronger men to enjoy a quick fuck.

The inventor finished soon after, coming deep inside Loki. He then flipped Loki back over, restrained his legs again, and left the room.

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