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Riddle wiggles fitfully in place on the floor, trying to find a way to sit that doesn’t make his bound hands and feet fall asleep. It’s impossible to know how much time has passed, and the uncertainty has left his mind in a confused mess. First he was kidnapped and rendered unconscious by unknown assailants who kept calling him ‘Subject A.’ Then he’d woken up here, and like this. Blindfolded, deafened, and isolated. The room seems small and padded, but that’s just a haphazard guess. His ankles are cuffed together, and his wrists are cuffed behind his back. He can’t stand, and even crawling is an exercise in awkward wiggling. He’s been alone for what could have been an hour, or most of the day. He suspects the latter, even though his only frame of reference is his own hunger, and he uses that to fuel his simmering indignation. They’ll have to release him at some point. At the very least, the gag will have to come out…
His tongue pushes idly against the thick band across his mouth, and his stomach growls. He’s tried to use his magic several times, but nothing happened. He has a faint memory of hearing Idia’s voice telling him ‘I’m the boss,’ but it’s so surreal that he suspects it was a dream. Surely the quiet, cripplingly introverted Idia has nothing to do with this…
Without any warning, a hand grips each of his arms and yanks him to his feet.
"MMMFF!?" Riddle jerks in surprise at the sudden change. His feet dangle numbly in the air, toes brushing lightly against the floor. He can’t see where they’re going or hear his captors, but they’re dragging him off somewhere. God, he has a headache. He barely has the strength to fight. But that isn’t ANY excuse when he’s being treated so poorly! Mustering up what strength he has left, Riddle struggles against the unwanted hands. He is not a piece of luggage! He’s-!
~mmmmmmmmm~
He gasps softly around the gag, feeling numb and confused. The restraints are as firm as ever. All he’s accomplished is making the chafed spots around his wrists and ankles more sore, and now his feet are tingling sharply with pins and needles. He feels so strange…
They don’t take him far. He’s lifted onto what feels like a mattress and the bands around his wrists are released…just long enough to pin them again to the mattress at his sides. They shove him down onto his back and pull a strap across his shoulders to keep him down. He flexes his hands and fitfully moves his head from side to side, subtly trying to work the blindfold off. What the hell is going on?
“Testing phase…sheesh twenty six? Subject A, Riddle Rosehearts- excuse me, WHY are we testing him again? You’ve gotta be KIDDING me…”
“Mnngh…?” Riddle flinches in surprise as he hears Idia’s voice in his ear. That’s right…. A headset. He’s wearing a VR headset. They put it on him shortly after… what is that sound? Is it humming, or is that just his imagination?
Idia mutters indistinctly in his ear for a long moment before sighing in exasperation. “Fuck me then. Testing phase twenty six. Rosehearts, can you hear me?”
Riddle scowls, angrily curling his hands into fists. It would be easier. To answer him. If he wasn’t still GAGGED.
Begrudgingly, he nods his head. Will that suffice? How on earth can he be expected to respond in this state?! He’s been blindfolded for so long he can barely tell if his eyes are even open anymore.
“And we have sound. So uh. Try to give them good data this time or whatever? Fuck man, I don’t know. You’re gonna hate me after this…”
“Nngh!” The headset whirs to life, slowly brightening in front of Riddle’s eyes. Riddle closes them immediately to block out the light, hands jerking reflexively against the restraints as he tries to cover them.
“And I can’t blame you for that. So uh….” There’s a long silent pause, and then… “Sorry.”
A sharp, electric tingle zips through Riddle’s head and neck as the headset begins to pour data directly into his mind…
~mmmmmmmmmm~
Riddle blinks, shakily raising both hands to feel his face. He’s back in Heartslabul, wearing his uniform. No VR headset. No restraints. It feels eerie after wearing them for so long. The ghosts of where they should be linger on his skin…
~mmmmmmmmmm~
Riddle's head hurts…
~mmmmmmmmmm~
Is he hungry? How strange. He finished lunch not more than an hour ago. It’s nearly time to serve lemon tea with two sugar cubes, per the Queen of Hearts ruke. He must keep up with the schedule…
B-but...
Something feels wrong. He can’t... put his finger on it…
~mmmmmmmmmm~
It’s late afternoon, and time for lemon tea with two sugar cubes, but it seems like no one is around. No matter. He must have dozed off and...had a very strange dream. He shakes his head, letting the memories of restraints and Idia speaking in his ear fade as he walks back to his dorm. He’s looking forward to the planned, orderly ritual of his lemon tea…
“What are YOU doing back here?” Trey steps in front of him with his arms crossed, blocking the way. Riddle looks up in shock, taken aback at the cold tone.
"Trey? What do you mean? This is my dorm, and I am its Housewarden…?"
Eerily, Trey is wearing the housewarden’s uniform now. The exact same one that Riddle is wearing…
“Did you really think after that you could just come back here and act like nothing happened?” Trey’s eyes are overbright, and his expression is torn, but his hand is deadly steady as he raises his magestone pen in preparation to fight. “Don’t make me do this. Just leave.”
“What? You… but I-“ Riddle feels himself shaking, Trey is the Housewarden now? This doesn’t make sense! What…no. This must still be a dream. It’s the inly explanation that makes sense! Wake up, wake up, wake up-
~mmmmmmmmmm~
Housewarden Trey’s eyes are overbright, and his expression is torn, but his hand is deadly steady as he raises his magestone pen in preparation to fight. “Don’t make me do this. Just leave.”
“Trey please… I didn’t mean too! I’m sorry!” Riddle gasps, taking half a step back.
“I can’t let you hurt anyone else!” Tears run down Trey’s face, and magic gathers in the air around him. “I can’t…not even for you Riddle. You’re too far gone.”
“I’m… I’m… please! Give me a chance to earn your trust back! I’ll do anything!” Riddle feels his own eyes tear up. He backs away from Trey. He… he didn’t mean to…
Slowly, miserably, Trey shakes his head. “I have to keep everyone safe…even if it’s from my own friend.”
He throws out a gust of wind. It hits Riddle in the chest, throwing him backward into the grass. He stares up at Trey, the surreal betrayal tearing his mind into a conflicted mess. What did he do?! What happened to make Trey hate him so…? This makes no sense…
~mmmmmmmmmm~
His head is buzzing. Riddle holds it, choking back furious tears. How DARE Trey cast him out without a word of explanation! HOW DARE HE-
“I will fight you for my title. I will earn my rightful position back!” Riddle gets to his feet, ready to fight. He feels for his magestone pen, then looks down at his pocket in surprise and growing alarm. Where…?
Another Heartslabul student steps up beside Trey. Another appears at a doorway to Riddle’s right. A third and fourth to his left.
“Freshmen stay back! He’s dangerous!” Another wind spell hits him on the shoulder.
“Drive him out before he overblots again!”
Trey watches them throw another spell at Riddle with a silent, broken expression. “Please…if there’s any part of my friend still left in you…just leave…” he raises his pen again.
“I-“ Riddles eyes go wide as he reflexively deflects a spell. Blot pools palpably inside the pit of his stomach and he cringes, letting the next spell knock him back a step rather than risk casting another with no magestone.
“You killed Cater. You monster,” one hisses, throwing another spell at him. It slams into his chest and he falls heavily into his backside. He…he killed Cater? No… no he didn’t-
~mmmmmmmmmm~
A memory flashes before his eyes. Cater’s face crumpled in shock and pain, stabbed cleanly through the heart by his overblot form’s scepter. His head had fallen forward, and his body had slumped-
“That isn’t true! It’s not! It can’t be-!” Riddle holds his head as the humming thrums through his skull, fighting back panic. It’s a lie! He couldn’t! He’d NEVER-
“AGH!” The next spell hits him, and then the next, driving him further and further back-
Without a word, Trey levels his pen at Riddle’s heart and fires one, final spell. It throws him out of Heartslabyul and into the mirror room, his clothes in tatters and body bruised.
Now alone, and chest so tight that he wants to cry, he curls into a ball on the floor, breathing shakily. Cater…oh Seven Cater…
Miserably, he stares at the mirror and tightly crosses his arms. If…if this is true, then willingly or not, he has committed a murder. The accusation alone is serious, and demands immediate action. He must turn himself over to the appropriate authorities at once for treatment and imprisonment. This is the law and he will obey…
~…not going to fucking work, just leave him alone, this is so STUPID…~
Riddle doubles over, clawing at his temples and eyes watering as the humming hammers sickeningly through his skull. It feels strangely as though it’s searching his mind for…
“Goldfishieeeeee, you’re not supposed to go wandering around~” a large, clawed hand wraps tightly around his upper arm.
“F-Floyd?!” Riddle blinks hard, panic flaring weakly through his chest. “S-stay away…”
“He’s been rather troublesome lately, hasn’t he brother?” Jade murmurs from Riddle’s other side.
“Hee hee hee! But I like him all mad and wiggly like this.” Floyd’s fingers tighten until they burn. He leers down at Riddle and leans forward, needle teeth bared in a feral grin.
“Tsk. You shouldn’t encourage bad behaviour…”
“Jade?! What… what’s going on?! Unhand me!” Riddle demands, trying to pull away. His clothes are so torn up that he’s barely decent! He needs to change them immediately and then turn himself into the police. He has no time for this nonsense!
“Take care. He lost his collar again.”
“Goldfishie knows better than to fight me with magic by now~” Floyd pulls him into a shockingly tight bear hug, then leans forward and licks a slow, loving stripe up the side of Riddle’s cheek.
“Collar?!” Riddle squirms. “AUGH! You are disgusting! Off with your head!”
He forgot that he didn’t have his magestone. He chokes and splutters, eyes stinging as blot as it pours down his face and over his tongue in a wave of bitter astringency. Despite the near overblot, his spell works perfectly…on Floyd. Jade manages to deflect the collar before it can clasp around his own throat, curse him, but he can’t risk trying that again. Reckless, careless. He’s FAR too close to losing control. He can’t use any more magic without a magestone…
“Floyd, discipline your pet,” Jade growls as Floyd looks down at the collar in annoyance.
“I am no one’s pet!” Riddle gasps. Floyd’s grip around his chest is so hard it feels like his arms are made of iron! The more he struggles, the harder he squeezes until his chest burns and it feels like his ribs might break. “You do not own me!”
Jade smacks Riddle hard across the face, leaving a row of bleeding scratches across his cheekbone. Riddle’s head flies to one side, and the taste of blood replaces the bitterness of blot. If his head was buzzing before, it is ringing now. He hangs limply in Floyd’s arms, seeing spots.
“Let’s take him to the lake to punish him properly…” Jade murmurs.
‘Punish ? !’ An itching sense of dread rolls down Riddle’s back, leaving his body tingling. Whatever Jade means by that, his body has the creeping sense that this has happened before, and he must NOT let it happen again-
“I said UNHAND me!” Riddle screams. He wiggles an arm free and desperately snatches up Floyd’s magestone pen. The moment his fingers make contact, he slams a gust of wind magic between them. His spell throws Floyd backward into a pillar, and rips Riddle out of his grip. He lands hard on the stone floor, skinning his knees and palms. Floyd’s pen falls out of his hands and rolls across the floor.
“BAD GOLDFISHIE,” Floyd snarls, getting back to his feet.
Riddle scrambles forward, snatches up the pen, and bolts out the door to the school grounds. He needs to find a safe place! Heartslabyul?! No, not there. He will NOT put Trey and his students at risk! He needs somewhere away from the innocent bystander with sufficient shelter where he can wait until the authorities come to collect him- perhaps Ramshackle will do?! Using Floyd’s pen, Riddle changes his clothes into his Night Raven gym uniform as he runs, following the path...
“He’s bleeding~” Jade sings from behind him, making him jump.
“Where does Goldfishie think he’s going? Does he want to play hide and seek?”
Floyd catches up to Riddle with ease. He runs past him, cutting him off and forceing him to skid to a halt. Gasping for breath, he raises Floyd’s pen, twisting between the two of them as he waits for one of them to make a move. His blot accumulation is critically high. Even armed with a magestone, he can’t afford to waste a single spell…
“Floyd, you are far too indulgent,” Jade sighs behind him.
“But look, Jade. He’s panting and soooooo huffy…I’ll give you a headstart Goldfishie, but if I catch you, it’s punishment time,” Floyd giggles, eagerly licking his teeth. The magic-sealing collar doesn’t seem to be fazing him at all. “So you better start running now~”
"Ridiculous!" Riddle spits. “Stop this immediately!”
“One. Two. Three…”
DAMN IT. Panting, Riddle turns and runs off the path and into the forest. What an awful game! He jumps and ducks through the underbrush, heading away from the main school building. His face is red, and his eyes are stinging... NO. He angrily palms the tears and blot out of his eyes! Be strong! He can still find a way out of this!
“Four…five…six…” Riddle pushes himself faster as he hears Floyd’s sing-song voice closing in behind him. Cheater!
“Not this way~” Jade’s glittering eyes appear ahead of him. Riddle skids to a halt.
"How did-?!" he screeches, unable to comprehend how Jade got in front of him so quickly.
“Seven…eight…”
He runs away from Jade, feeling frantically like he’s being herded toward something. No use, it doesn’t matter. He has to get further away from the school! There’s no possible way he can escape from his sadistic classmates for long enough to successfully hide, but if he puts enough distance between them then maybe he can risk using magic again…
“Nine…”
Even though the thought of letting them torment him is sickening, he can’t overblot again, he CAN’T-
“Ten.”
The forest suddenly seems far too quiet. Late afternoon light streams horizontally through the trees, throwing eerie shadows across the spaces between them. Riddle runs from tree to tree, eyes darting around in search of his pursuers. 'They’re here somewhere. I can’t outrun them, but maybe I can make them think better of provoking me...'
He slows, lungs burning and legs shaking as he struggles to catch his breath. There’s a flicker of movement to his right. The moment he turns to look, a light brush of warm air rolls across the back of his neck, like someone is breathing on him.
Riddle freezes, not daring to turn around. He lunges away in the opposite direction, sprinting as quickly as his exhausted legs can manage-
Floyd jumps down from a tree ahead of him, and stands smugly in his way. Riddle’s eyes widen as skids to a stop, pointing the pen at him threateningly. Somehow, he’s managed to break the magic sealing collar off, but how?!
“Does he not know how to play, brother?” Jade calls mockingly from behind Riddle as he stares in disbelief and fury. They are toying with him-
“Maybe Goldfishie wants to be caught. Do you like my punishments that much?” Floyd giggles.
"I…will…have…YOU BOTH KNOW…that I WILL report you to the Headmage for this harrassment!” Riddle gasps. “You are not allowed to treat people this way! Tempt me further and I will set this forest ablaze around you in self defense! I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU-AK?!!" Riddle yelps as something shoves his shoulder blades hard enough to make him stagger forward a step and into Floyd’s arms with a solid thump.
“Got you~” Floyd sings. He squeezes Riddle’s body in another breathlessly tight hug and turns around. They’re standing at the edge of a short cliff. The trees have grown heavily around the edge, disguising a twenty-foot drop into deep, crystal blue water. The lake?! Oh god, so this was where they were herding him…
“Not afraid of us, he says? How curious…” Jade hums as Floyd giggles evilly.
“Let’s fix that,” Floyd sprints toward the cliff.
"Wh-what are you doOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEH-!" Riddle screams his lungs out as Floyd jumps. His stomach flips as they fall, then crash into the water below.
“HHH?!” He manages a single gasp before fingers wrap around his ankle and yank him under. Down, down... the pressure makes his ears pop and the light fades. Floyd drags him to the bottom, swimming fluidly toward a large rock covered in algae. There is a thick, heavy rope tied around it. He picks it up, knots it tightly around Riddle’s left ankle, and lets him go. His body’s natural buoyancy pulls him upward, leaving him floating about five feet above the floor of the lake.
'I'm going to drown! Help! Stop!' Riddle reaches down and tears desperately at the knot, but his fingers are too cold. The rope is too tight! He kicks off his shoes to try and slip away, lungs burning. Bubbles trail from his mouth and nose as he yanks at the coarse rope, terror flooding through his body at the knowledge of his impending, painful death. Floyd’s pen was torn out of his fingers by the drop. Does he dare try to summon it when his body is already so overwhelmed?! Can’t overblot, can't get out, can’t overblot, can’t get out-!
“What a naughty pet you’ve been…”
Jade’s eel body curls teasingly around the backs of his legs, and enormous, clawed hands cup his face, forcing his chin upward. Casually, Jade pinches his nose, then presses a deep kiss between his teeth and exhales into his mouth. Air rushes into his lungs, giving his burning chest a desperately needed reprieve. Riddle inhales deeply, half-consciously gripping Jade’s wrists in a desperate silent plea. He doesn’t want to die…
“Mmmm, but I LIKE when he’s naughty Jade…” Floyd sighs in Riddle’s ear as the kiss continues, letting him fully catch his breath. “I think he likes it too~”
Clawed fingers drag his pants and underwear down, baring his skin to the cold water. Jade breaks the kiss with a sadistic chuckle, forcing him to hold his breath again.
SMACK!
“GRRK?!” Riddle can only just make out Floyd’s hand slicing through the water before it impacts his backside with a harsh, stinging slap. Bubbles spill from his mouth, lungs already beginning to burn again. He squints through the water, but it’s dark, murky, and hurts his eyes. He shuts them tightly, trying to endure.
SMACK!
Floyd has to angle his hand up and nearly parallel to Riddle’s body to move through the water fast enough to hit him. The result is a heavy, upward slap that jerks the rope around his ankle taut, pushes his entire body forward into Jade, and sends a rush of stinging heat through his backside.
“Tsk tsk. I thought we’d worked on your lung capacity,” Jade mocks as Riddle chokes, before pressing another kiss between his teeth.
“We need to feed him more. Look at this, Jade,” Floyd mourns, digging clawed fingers into Riddle’s backside. “Not even enough to sink my teeth into~”
Riddle’s eyes burn as he opens them again, squinting through a curtain of bubbles and panting brokenly into Jade’s mouth. He’s intentionally matching his own inhales and exhales to Riddle’s in a way he’s desperately glad for, even if this all seems so surreal and horrible that it must be a nightmare…
He whimpers into Jade’s mouth as his ass is squeezed by cruel fingers. He’s always been small and thin, and he’s painfully aware of that now. He struggles weakly, trying to pull his body away.
“Goldfishie is so tiny anyway…”
SMACK
“So tiny and cute in my hands…”
Giant hands reach clear around Riddle’s waist and indulgently squeeze. Riddle does his best to hold still and just breathe the second-hand air. Only a bubble or two escapes, even though he’s trembling from head to toe. He feels so small, so painfully vulnerable. He squeezes his eyes shut and braces, expecting another hit. His body hurts so much, but he needs to hold on. No matter what, hold on-
Something alarmingly large and warm presses upward along the cleft of his ass.
"Mmmph!" Riddle's eyes snap open and he panics, kicking out with his free leg and jerking away. Jade pulls back with a tsk, cutting off his air. Holding his breath, Riddle looks back, squinting through the dark water to see what the hell Floyd is trying do to him.
“Ruuuuuude,” Floyd’s tail curls between his legs and down the rope, anchoring himself in place and forcing Riddle to straddle him. “But still so cute~ I could just eat you in one, big bite~”
A flash of stabbing pain flares through his left thigh, the one that’s anchored to the rock. Riddle jerks around in the water, clapping both hands over the stinging bite in alarm. Chuckling, Floyd forces his hands away and licks up the blood escaping into the water.
“Sweet Goldfishie! He still tastes like strawberry~”
Fingers tangle into his hair, dragging his face back to Jade’s and crushing their mouths together. He sobs faintly, trying to concentrate on the air being passed to him as another stabbing pain flares through his right hip, then his shoulder. He can’t scream, he can’t escape, and it HURTS , is Floyd eating him alive?! Panicking, Riddle flails against his captor’s grip, screaming in pain and horror.
“Shhhhhh…” a hot, flat tongue laps over each bite mark, soothing the broken skin. “Goldfishies who panic will drown…”
That alarmingly large presence is back along his ass, spreading him apart and rolling against him in a horribly invasive way.
“Goldfishies who stay calm get rewards…”
Jade condescendingly pats his cheek, to warn him to hold his breath, then pulls back with a chuckle. “Don’t overwhelm him Floyd. He won’t be able to walk for days.”
“Good,” Floyd purrs in his ear. “Then he won’t be able to run awaaaaaaay~”
Riddle quickly covers his mouth and nose to maintain his air. His eyes feel so swollen, bloodshot. His vision is blurred, and he can’t stop himself from trembling. This…this is it. He is going to die down here, unable to do anything to prevent it…
Jade returns to his mouth. Riddle’s expression goes slack, body falling limp in his arms as the hum overwhelms his senses. He's... he's getting full... full of something. What's... what's being pushed into him? He feels so strange…
The pressure increases until it feels as though it will split him in half. Even slightly lubricated by the water, Floyd’s eel body is agonizingly large. It burns and stings punishingly as he forces himself inside, sinking impossibly deep into Riddle’s body.
“Hee hee hee, now he looks nice and full…”
Jade pulls away, forcing Riddle to hold his breath as he lightly runs clawed hands down his stomach. It’s visibly bulging from the impossibly large cock inside him.
' Good... I'm... good? ' Riddle’s eyes roll into the back of his head. It's... it's in him. He doesn't know WHAT it is, but it stings, cramps, and burns so badly he wants to scream.
'Don't lose air- ' his instincts kick in as he chokes back strangled cries. He arches his spine as Floyd pulls back and thrusts forward in an agonizing, stinging stroke. He’s filled and spread open to the point of agony as Jade returns to his mouth and forces him to breathe, running fingers through his hair in a way that’s bitterly soothing. The torturous penetration continues for an impossibly long time before Floyd finally shudders and buries himself deeply. The pressure inside him increases with a flash of wet heat that leaks indecently into the water. And then finally , the hardness inside him eases, and withdraws. Riddle goes limp, gasping for breath, and floating. His vision is on the verge of fading again…
“My turn now…breathe for your pet, brother,” Jade murmurs, gently brushing Riddle’s hair back from his face.
Bubbles spill immediately out from between Riddle's clenched teeth, as Jade pulls back. His turn?! Riddle shakes his head, holding onto Jade for dear life. He wants to scream, plead with him, but his hands are easily knocked away as the twins switch places, twining sinuously around his body with their cool, slippery skin.
Floyd presses his mouth to Riddle’s. Riddle obediently opens his mouth, expecting that he’ll breathe for him as Jade had…
“Gnnk?!” Riddle shudders as Floyd's tongue plays with his own, making a show of thoroughly exploring his mouth. What is he doing?!
'Give me air!' he closes his eyes, whimpering softly as Floyd sucks on his lower lip. When he finally makes a seal around his mouth and exhales, Riddle all but sobs in relief. His mouth feels disgusting, but air is too powerful a need to ignore. Floyd is much more rough about it than Jade was, twisting fingers through his hair and exhaling impatiently to expand his lungs. Riddle winces, sobbing softly even though the relief is so, euphorically powerful.
“Gently. You’ll damage him,” Jade sighs, pressing his tail snugly to Riddle’s ass. A finger runs teasingly light along his neglected cock, finally giving it just a sliver of attention. Riddle flinches at the unwanted touch, even as his cock bobs at the attention, growing slightly in the cold water.
The pressure is back at his ass again, and it still burns and stings. But this time, as skillful fingers trace delicately over the head of his cock there’s an edge of aching pleasure to the pain. Sloppy seconds means he’s looser and lubricated as Jade slides into place with a satisfied sigh, fucking him at an unhurried, rolling pace that puts pressure on a surprisingly sensitive spot inside him.
“And you were telling me I’m too indulgent,” Floyd growls, pulling away and forcing Riddle to hold his breath. “Why do you get to reward him?”
"Ghhhh!" Riddle cries out, vision filling with bubbles as Floyd argues with his brother. He looks down and blurrily sees a bulge in his lower belly, and black, claw-tipped fingers rolling smoothly over his shaft.
“He’s drowning brother~” Jade sings, squeezing and stroking Riddle’s shaft with enormous, slippery fingers. Floyd sighs and crams his mouth to Riddle’s again, pinching his nose shut and breathing for him as Jade’s cock pumps in and out of him, pressing that little internal button again and again…
"MPH!? MMMMM!" Riddle can't stop himself. Despite the pain, his insides are able to spread open more easily. Now he's tightening up for a different reason, and pressure is growing urgently deep inside his abused, aching body. He moans against Floyd's mouth, gasps growing more shallow and broken. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck-' Riddle cums, spasming between the two of them and body fluttering around the intrusion in his ass.
“Mmmmm,” Jade fucks him through the orgasm like it’s a personal treat to him, blowing bubbles against his neck that run tickling through his hair. It’s only a few moments later that Riddle feels the warm, wet increase in pressure inside him again, filling him up to the point of bursting.
"MMMMMMMM~!" Aftershocks of pleasure roll through Riddle’s body as his insides are flooded again. When Jade slips out of him, it's such a powerful relief that tears pour from his eyes and diffuse into the water.
"Nnnnn..." Riddle whimpers, floating unresponsively in Floyd’s arms.
“He seems to have learned his lesson. What do you think, brother? Will he set us on fire before we can get his behavioral collar back on?” Jade gives his abused, throbbing ass a fond squeeze.
“Hmmmm…ok,” Floyd presses another breath to Riddle’s mouth then pulls away. Riddle weakly holds both hands over his mouth and nose as his ankle is untied. Unceremoniously, Floyd pulls him back up to the surface and tosses him into the shallow, muddy water at the edge of the lake.
“HHHHHHHHH-“ He coughs up water, then sucks in as much air as he can. He can’t... he can’t move. His legs... too weak. Everything between them…hurts so much. It’s freezing cold without his pants and with his shirt in tatters. Only the bites and his abused ass burn in spite of the cold, throbbing bitterly. But at least now he can breathe.
Riddle falls limp to the muddy shore, shaking brokenly from shock.
“Awwww, were we a widdle rough on you?” Floyd pulls him up out of the mud by his hair, back in human form but very naked. “Seems like a shame to waste all this good nature now that we’re aaaaaaallll the way out here. Jade wants to let you rest but maybe I’ll steal you away and tie you to a tree…”
He nuzzles into the side of Riddle’s neck in a sickeningly sweet way.
“And then I can fuck you over and over and over for hours…”
Riddle coughs wetly, his eyes feeling heavy. He almost submits to that mind-numbing hum, and then his hair is viciously pulled.
"AH-" he cries, his eyes tearing up as he's pulled out of the mud. "Stop-" he hoarsely demands, grabbing onto Floyd's hand weakly. The idea of getting fucked by Floyd for hours after getting hunted down, and tied to a tree... His body tingles and tightens at that, freezing in dread and terror.
"Never..." he whispers, finally forcing himself to say something.
“Heeeeeeeee! Goldfishie still so feisty after being half drowned~” Floyd drops him back into the mud. From behind him, Riddle hears the sound of tearing fabric, then feels cloth wraps tightly around his wrists as they’re bound together.
“What kind of tree should I find? A niiiice tall one? Maybe the stretch will make you less short.”
“Help-!” Riddle coughs harshly up more water.
“No one’s coming to help you Goldfishieeeee. It’s just you and me…”
Floyd lifts him up and tosses him over his shoulder, then casually begins to walk with him into the forest.
“Please! Someone!” Riddle screams until his voice is hoarse. He wiggles in Floyd’s grasp, before a solid slap on the ass makes him flinch and cry out.
“Floyd, please don’t do this, please. I can’t…I’m too tired .”
“Nahhhhhhh, you’re wiggling pretty good up there. You got PLENTY of energy.”
Floyd drops him at the foot of a tall oak tree and hums happily up at the branches.
“Let’s do something else! Anything but… but that-“ Riddle tries again, shaking as he tries to pull his hands free. “Won’t this get boring?”
Floyd tosses a rope that looks suspiciously like it was made with scraps of Riddle’s clothes over the branch, then hauls him upright. He ties his bound wrists to the branch and pulls it tight, forcing him to bend over with his arms wrenched painfully backward.
“Ehhhh. If it gets boring I’ll just tie you up different! Don’t fall over now. It could dislocate your shoulders!” He gives Riddle’s ass a playful slap.
Riddle hisses as he’s forced to his feet, tied and hanging for Floyd’s enjoyment. “Dislocate my- Floyd-“ Riddle looks terrified as he flinches away from that slap. It hurts to stand. His legs are shaking.
“Mmmm, even when we’re both human you’re still so TINY!” Floyd’s hands wrap around his hips and his thumbs rub into Riddle’s asscheeks, spreading him open again to watch cum ooze down the insides of his thighs.
“Hnnng!” Riddle somehow stays standing, despite everything. “I can’t…can’t…Floyd please- I’ll do anything! Don’t-“
“Geez, I basically have to do you on my knees, shorty-“
He tries to line himself up and Riddle’s abused legs give out. His weight yanks his arms upward with a sickening, and blindingly painful crack.
There is so much pain… Riddle can’t even scream at first. He’s whited out… and only when he comes to a moment later does he realize he’s sobbing and screaming.
“Whoopsie. I told you to stand up!” Floyd sounds more annoyed than anything else as he tugs on the rope, making Riddle’s shoulders explode with pain until he wants to die. It’s clear as Floyd’s fingers palm greedily over the space between his legs without care or consideration for his ruined shoulders that this isn’t going to deter him. He likely isn’t going to stop until Riddle is actually dead.
No. NO. Black tears pour down Riddle’s face as he shudders in pain and anger. Trey said that the last time he overblotted, he killed Cater. Never again. This time, he won’t get near enough to hurt anyone before his own body gives out. Nobody.
“FUCK YOU,” he chokes, then sets himself on fire. Floyd scrambles backward, eyes widening in shock. Smoke and heat fills his eyes, and blot wraps around into his body like a sheet of living tar, fighting to transform him before the fire can suffocate his broken body. He’s gagging-
He faintly hears something over him roaring in fury and desperate sorrow. A voice screams “SEPARATE THE PHANTOM FROM HIM NOW!” Something ugly and deeply poisonous feels like it’s been stabbed through his heart. It’s violently yanked out of him, and then…
He’s floating. Barely aware of what’s going on. Something is cooling his anger, his anguish, and his pain until everything quietly freezes into a calm, flat peace. It feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest, letting him breathe freely for the first time since he can ever remember.
“Riddle? Can you hear me…?”
He can’t move. He can’t respond. The voice barely disturbs the serenity rolling from the top of his head to the tips of his fingers and toes, dripping gently through every part of him until he feels as though he’s been transformed into pure light.
“I don’t care if they want more data from you. ‘hE hAs an eAsIlY tRiGgeReD oVerBloT sTatE.’ Meaning they can MAKE you overblot without outright killing you, BARELY. Fuck me… I’m not doing that to anyone EVER-…oh my god. That was too fucking far.”
…floating…
“You won’t remember ANY of that…that nightmare bullshit. I promise. It’s the least I can do…”
Exhale… inhale…
“You just rest for now, ok? I’ll take care of this… One way or another, it’ll be over soon…”
And then footsteps fade away, and he remembers nothing more.