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Cloud/Hoodlum Guy - Drugged Cloud gets molested/raped

[(Anonymous)]

The guy who tried to pick Cloud up off the floor (after getting gassed in Corneo's mansion) was the same "Hoodlum" who Cloud confronted in Sector 7. The guy recognizes Cloud and decides to take advantage of his helpless state as revenge.

Re: Cloud/Hoodlum Guy - Drugged Cloud gets molested/raped

[(Anonymous)]

Hey! I loved this prompt, so I thought I'd try filling it. It's my first ever fill, so let me know if I did anything wrong? Hope you enjoy, OP!

[BIG Non-Con Warning]

“Hold up.”

The blondie shoved his hands off her, inelegant with the heavy drugs dragging her down. The pretty black dress hitched around her legs as she struggled wrinkling, the cinched-tight corset restricting her movements. She wavered, slumping back to the ground, fighting for consciousness. Only—

“I know I’ve seen this bitch before.” He said, shoving a boot under her shoulder to kick her over onto her back.

Her arms splayed to her sides, incredibly muscular. Her chest rose and fell, under the dark corset, the tendons of her neck straining under the tight collar she wore. Petal-pink, soft lips parted as she gasped for breath through the gas. He caught only a glimpse of bright blue eyes before they rolled back in her head at last. Took a fucking second.

Those eyes though. That hair.

He hesitated, squinting behind his gas mask. Then he gripped the skirt and dragged it up her muscly legs. Thigh-high tights—

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing? The don’s gunna be pissed if you’re peeking before he picks.”

“There!” He said, dropping the skirt over that pretty face, leaving the dark panties and their unmistakable bulge on display. “I knew it! This is that guy from Sector Seven!”

“Woah.” One of the other guys leaned on his shoulder, peering over to look down at the exposed legs and crotch. “I mean, if this is what he’s into—”

“Hell with that!” He yelled, shoving his coworker off. “He stomped the shit out of us! Son of a bitch almost killed me! Had a huge ass sword.”

“So what?” Asked one of the others, the cute girl in the red dress over his shoulder. “You gunna tell the Don on him?”

“Hell no. I have a better idea.”

The Don’s downstairs was well equipped. So incredibly well equipped. He’d never had much use for it before. He’d take the Don’s scraps as quick as any guy, but he didn’t have any need to hurt a lady to get it up.

This, though. This was no lady. This was a Merc asking for trouble.

“Ready!” He called, tying off the last knot. “Hoist ‘im!”

The ropes wrapped around that pretty cinched corset tightened. Four bands of rope, with loops around his neck and one of his ankles for stability. It left the skirt draping. Tightened the squeeze on the pretty boy’s guts. Left him gasping, still unconscious from the gas. The ladies were out even colder, left on the floor while the whole crew gathered around to enjoy the spectacle.

“He’s heavy.” Grunted the guy on the ropes, tying him off to the wall.

“Good.” He laughed. Sliding his hand up the bound leg to push his skirt up over his ass and his black panties. He trailed his eyes up that tiny waist to his bound arms, wrapped together behind his back, bent and with their forearms bound by a full cord of rope.

“More he weighs, more the ropes tighten, more pretty boy here regrets his choices.” He said. “Better make sure he doesn’t come all the way out of it, though.Not till we’re done. Who wants first round with me? Let’s spitroast this bitch.”

The guys were bad at lining up. They worked for the Don for a reason. None of them were patient people. He was glad he’d called first dibs on his ass, watching the other guys push each other, scuffling for the rights at that pretty mouth.

While they fought, he pulled off the panties.

Yeah, he thought, looking at that cock dangle towards the ground, limp and sad. Yeah. You’re gunna regret fucking with me. He pulled the black underwear down as far as he could before it stretched too far between his bound and dangling leg. Then he let out a grunt of effort and ripped it off. It made one of his thigh-high stockings tear too, with the force of it, a long seam of pale flesh appearing through the ripped nylon.

“Hey!” He called, gripping one of the fighter’s asscheeks. Shit, the damn guy was solid muscle. “Don keep any lube down here? I’m used to goin’ at it with chicks. I don’t care if I rip this little bitch in half, but I don’t wanna get my cock pulled off by his grabby little hole.”

While the guys in line for his asshole scurried to look for the lube, he took a second. Grabbed both his asscheeks and spread them. Grabbed a little tighter, pulling his tight hole apart with his thumbs.

“Ain’t my usual taste,” He commented, more to the unconscious beauty gasping for breath than to any of the tussling idiots around him. “But I can’t say I’m not gunna enjoy breaking this ass in.”

“Think we’ll make him cry?” Asked the guy who’d fought his way to the front of the line for his mouth. Davis. Hell of a cock.

“You fuckin’ his mouth?” He asked, looking Davis up and down. “He’ll be lucky to live, fuck cryin’.”

Davis laughed, pants already open, rubbing his cock. He gripped some of that spiky blonde hair, rubbing his half-hard cock against the merc’s pretty face.

“Don’t fuck up his makeup. Don got promised three beauties, he’s getting three beauties. He won’t choose this one over that dark-haired chick, so no need to clean him up in between. We can wreck his look after.”

He grabbed the lube away from the guy who’d brought it. Poured it straight down the merc’s ass crack. Even unconscious he twitched. His bound leg kicked, and his body rolled with a thrash of discomfort.

“Oh shit,” said Davis, knocked off balance as the merc struggled unconsciously. “He’s tough.”

“Yeah, so keep an eye on him.” He ordered, shoving a finger into the merc. “Don’t want him biting your cock off.”

Fuck but his asshole was tight. He shoved his finger in a couple times, then pushed a second in, just to see if he could. The hole tightened right up around them. Squeezed in protest. The merc made a little whimpering sound.

“I’m goin’ in.” Davis said. “Fuck waiting for you.”

“No need to wait.” He growled, unzipping his pants. “I’m hard as fuck.”

The guy manning the ropes had left him at just the right height. Davis had to spread his legs a little to access his mouth just right, but his asshole was in just the right spot.

Damn merc wasn’t stretched nearly enough. That was fine. Davis’s cock silenced his scream after only a brief shriek escaped him, and the laughter of all the guys followed quickly. The bound body twisted, and fuck, fuck, FUCK that felt good.

“He conscious?” He asked, gripping those damned gorgeous hips as he jerked his hips into that too-tight hole.

“Fuck no.” Davis laughed. “Baby just doesn’t like takin’ it. He should have thought twice before throwin’ himself in front of the Don.”

He watched Davis Grip that blonde hair. Shove his hips up into that pretty face. Even turned away from him he could envision it. Those pretty lips stretched around that obscenely big cock. Shit, no wonder he was fighting. Body’s gotta breathe after all.

It turned him the fuck on. He slapped one of the pale asscheeks, gripped the little merc harder and fucked into him like a goddamn machine. The other guys gathered around. Pawed at his body as they set to wrecking his holes. And fuck, yeah, that ass was getting wrecked. Every time he thrust in, the merc’s whole body jerked. It made his skirt move, made his dangling cock dance, made his bound leg twist as he tried to squirm away. Nowhere to squirm but into the cock choking him, though.

“Dont’ fuckin’ kill him, man!” One of the other guys complained to Davis.

“He can take it,” Davis grunted. “Come on, man. Fuck him harder! When you bottom out, he bottoms out on me. Feels good as hell!”

“Needy, much.” He snapped.

Fuck but he was glad to oblige. He rammed into the merc, his balls slapping against his body with the force of the motion. A sound wrung itself from the bound body, his pretty stocking-covered toes curled where they were held by the rope. The merc made another sound, choking, wringing. Like a sob. His body twisted in the ropes it hung from, only one leg dragging on the ground, the rest of him held up by the ropes slowly tightening around his waist.

He was sweating bullets. So was the merc. His ass and legs were wet with it. He pulled almost all the way out to the tip, looking at his hole, and laughed at the trickle of blood sliding down his inner thigh. He slammed back in, bottoming out again, impaling the merc on Davis’s cock again.

“Davis!” One of the guys complained. “Bitch can’t breathe! Give him some air, come on.”

Davis pulled out, only halfway. The merc choked between them. Coughed around the cock. Gasped for air. Davis seemed to decide one breath was enough and pushed back in.

“How’s his ass?” He asked.

“Tight!” He replied, slamming in over and over. “Hungry! Milking me hard. This bitch is gunna have my cum leaking out of him for days I’m so deep up this ass!”

“Oh shit, I think he’s coming around.” One of the guys gasped.

“Should we dose him again?” Asked another.

“Why bother?” He said, fucking him deeper with the knowledge the merc could feel it. Was waking up for it. “Cum down his throat, I’ll jizz up this pretty ass, and then we’ll take a twenty minute break for the don to turn him down and pick up where we left off.”

“Shit, dude, but I’m hard now!” Whined one of the other guys.

The merc was making little whining sounds now. Choking on the cock, gasping in air. He fucking hated this guy. But damn, if he’d known he’d have been this good a fuck, maybe he’d have fought harder before. Brought him home as a prisoner.

“You aren’t ever leaving once the Don drops you in our laps,” He growled down at the body. Grabbed his tiny waist and thrust into him like a jackhammer. He’d had people pass out getting fucked lighter. ANd here was this bitch waking up on them, with a cock ramming him like a machine and hard on the girth of some folks hands jammed down his throat.

He came hard. Curled over the body, shoving forward as hard as he can. Davis took the opportunity. Grabbed the back of the merc’s skull and shoved in as deep as he could, rolling his hips into his mouth as the merc choked and started to struggle. Arms twisting, legs straining against his bonds.

“Swallow or suffocate, bitch.” Davis growled, his crotched pressed against that lovely face. SO much for leaving the makeup undamaged.

“Yup!” Laughed one of the guys. “There’s the tears! Good morning, sweetheart!”

“Shouldn’t. Have. Fucked. With. My. Guys!” He grunted, fucking into him with his softening cock, letting that tight fucking ass drain every drop of cum out of him. When he pulled out, he stared, panting, at the rumpled black skirt and the reddened, gaping asshole, a trickle of blood marking his white skin. The cock dangling under him half-hard from the abuse. Davis pulled back too, leaving the guy choking and gasping, struggling against his bonds.

He moved, cock still softening between his legs. Grabbed the merc by the chin, denting his cheeks with his fingertips. Those teary blue eyes fixed on him. Furious, bewildered, dazed from the gas.

“You scream,” He warned. “And your little lady friend will wake up to find you just like this. You want that? Huh, merc? You want her to see your cream-stuffed hole?”

The mercenary gasped for breath. Staring. Then dropped his eyes, his expression twisting into something like shame and agony. Hot, hot, hot! Fuck he was going to have fun with this. Soon…

“Drop him!” He ordered the guy by the wall. “We’ll see him again soon.”

He turned back to the bound merc, gripping his face harder, leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss to his cum-flavored mouth. The sound of disgust and horror the blond made was enough fap material for a week.

“Look forward to it, bitch.” He whispered. “Once the Don passes you over, you’ll be all ours. And I’ll make sure you’re licking my boots in apology for fucking with me.”

The merc’s clear blue eyes shot back up to him.

“And who the fuck are you?” He grated, his throat raw from being fucked hard.

The ropes went slack, and the merc dropped hard to the floor. Grunted as he landed, pretty dress all askew, already struggling against the ropes.

“Let’s go.” He said, waving to the guys. “Let the little bitch figure out the ropes before his pretty friend wakes up. And hey,” He said, pressing his boot against the mercenary’s cheek, smiling down at that vicious blue glare. “See you soon, merc.”

Re: Cloud/Hoodlum Guy - Drugged Cloud gets molested/raped

[(Anonymous)]

Wow. *fans self* Passerby anon here. That was TOO hot, writer anon! I love how you wrote it so it seems like this could have actually happened in game. Mm that was so dirty and fucked up and I loved every word of it!

Re: Cloud/Hoodlum Guy - Drugged Cloud gets molested/raped

[(Anonymous)]

Hi! Writer-Anon here! Thank you so much!

I particularly enjoyed envisioning him going through the rest of that quest line hiding rope burn, and feeling cum sliding down his inner thigh under his dress...

Re: Cloud/Hoodlum Guy - Drugged Cloud gets molested/raped

[(Anonymous)]

Mm that is a nice visual! Would love to read the aftermath and how Cloud tries to deal with it. If you wanna swap a fill for fill, would happily fill a fic request of yours in return for a continuation of this. Would absolutely love to see a sequel to this with Cloud trying to hide it in the ensuing chapters, maybe Tifa or Aerith spots the rope burns and it leads to some hurt/comfort.