Fic: Silencing Lounds (Chapter Three)
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thenaughtymissloundsTitle: Silencing Lounds
Chapter Three: Forced Pleasure
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Paring: Freddie/Hannibal (If you want to call it that)
Chapter Summary: After allowing her to rest for a bit, only so he could regain energy himself, Hannibal has a much different brand of torture for Freddie in mind at least at first. Of course his sadistic side soon rears it's ugly head again and she thinks she might be ready for death instead.
Notes: If you thought the last chapter was bad...this is even worse. Anal rape, humiliation, electro-torture, regular torture, talks of mutilation and cannibalism (though this is a Hannibal fic what did you expect with that). Please turn back now if this isn't your thing.
Freddie woke with a gasp and a jerk. Her right eye wouldn't open, far too swollen. She was shivering horribly, he hadn't even covered her with anything. Since she was still restrained it was very hard to look around and figure out where he might be. The dull yellow light still hung over head and the glow was making her nauseous but she supposed that might just be due to the facial fracture. She groaned softly and turned her head. She couldn't even sit up.
"Doctor...Lecter?" She whispered into what seemed like the empty room. The pain in her chest and back was immense, she wasn't even sure that she could run if she got away. Every breath she took in was pained and she was forced to breathe in shallow gasps instead of deep breaths which just made her anxiety about all of this worse. "Please let me up, I have to pee again." That was a lie but considering he hadn't liked her little accident before she thought that might work on him.
"Nice try Ms. Lounds." His voice seemed to come from everywhere around her. Was her face injury that bad? Did she have some sort of concussion? She wasn't a doctor but if it was possible to get one from a hit to the face she probably had it. "You are awake now so the punishment can resume." She heard heavy footsteps coming towards her and then he appeared overhead looking down at her. She squealed a bit and closed her good remaining eye when she felt ice pressed against her cheek.
Hannibal was doing this more for him than for her. He had been icing the injury on and off while she was out. The only reason being that he wanted to be able to look directly into both of her eyes as he killed her. Watch the realization that it was the end and he was the one bringing it on. Looking into one eye just wouldn't do. She cried out and tried to wrench away. The ice pack felt good but she was not going to let him take care of her.
"It is only ice." He said.
"I know that you asshole! I don't want your stupid caretaker side right now! Fucking KILL me already if that's the plan!" She snarled angrily. She supposed she shouldn't be looking a gift horse in the mouth but she knew he wasn't doing this for her just to 'be nice' there was a reason or several and none would benefit her. "Fucking psycho!" She screamed again, louder. It was an eardrum shattering noise that caused him to step back from her. A moment later she felt a blow to her stomach. She had only screamed assuming he wouldn't slap her again if he wanted to keep the swelling in her face down. She didn't think that he would do that.
She gagged roughly, her stomach and reflexes already weak from the skull fucking earlier. Her head was grabbed roughly and turned as she gagged again. A bit of bile was pushed out but nothing substantial, only because she hadn't eaten in the past few hours, including before she came to see him. When she got on a lead, things like that usually took second or third priority.
"I'd advise you not to do that again." he said as if he hadn't just caused that.
"Well then I'd advise you don't punch me in the fucking stomach you ass fuck!" The power behind those words surprised her especially with the fact that she could barely take in enough breath and her throat burned from the bile. He wasn't letting go of her head though, so she was face to face with it, now all she could do was smell it. She felt another gag. "LET ME GO!"
He knew he had little choice, he was only holding her head because he didn't want to get vomit in her hair. It had dried most of the way while she was out, which had been for quite a few hours, and now that it was nice and smelled clean the last thing he wanted to do was soil it so he'd have to clean her up all over again. With practiced ease he reached up and released the restraints. They were on a quick release latch, however it was an incredibly complicated one that took practice to work. Even if she managed to get one hand free she'd be far too confused how to actually unlock any of the others, besides it took two hands to do if one did figure it out. The restraints were good because should the mood take him to reposition her during a fuck it would be rather easy and she would have no defense.
He pulled her by her hair until she was sitting up. Evoking another scream from her. He didn't like that she was doing that so constantly. He took the opportunity to grab her tongue, holding it painfully tight. Glaring right into his eyes with severe intent he spoke very slowly.
"If you don't want to lose this prematurely, I suggest you stop." He told her. Once again he got the scared, wide doe eyes, well eye, but the injured one was starting to open itself slowly. "Good girl." He let go of her tongue looking disgusted, and he was, he really hadn't wanted to do that after she just vomited.
"Wh-what are...you going to do to me?" She whispered. Screaming like she had been was not in her plans any more but he didn't say she couldn't beg or yell or ask questions. She would do everything but make that scream again. "And what did you mean by prematurely?"
"I'm going to cut it out and eat it later." He said, "Deliciously ironic don't you think, Ms. Lounds? With the way you spread your gossip, slandering anyone you can to make a dollar, the tongue will be the first thing on you to go." He said, and for a moment a smirk graced his face before he pulled back. He was getting hungry and he did want her to be very aware when he cut out her tongue.
"Oh God..."
"What did I tell you about God being here Ms. Lounds?" He replied in a warning tone, "Now you are well rested and ready for your next punishment." He moved from the table her legs were still restrained. He quickly grabbed the correct supplies to clean the table. Not like he didn't have them handy he would have to clean up well when he was done with her anyway. Taking advantage of her shock upon hearing his plans he knew he needn't worry about her trying to escape she just kind of stared in disbelief until he pushed her back into place and strapped her down again.
"Eat my tongue?" She finally was able to whisper.
"Yes, it's quite delicious." He said. He was speaking in such a definitive tone, as well as one that held experience.
"You...you killed..."
"Very good, was wondering when you'd figure it out. thought you might be smarter than this." Hannibal told her. She couldn't see where he was, though she could hear him moving. Because her one eye was still quite compromised and all she could do was stare at the ceiling this was torture in of itself. Her best guess was that he was at the tray that had the knives because his voice seemed to be coming from there. She turned her head but that didn't help because her bad eye was on that side and it made it very hard to see.
She heard a soft buzzing start, and then get louder. The fuck was that? Her body tensed, she didn't like the sound of it. The buzzing stopped, it sounded electrical. Fuck. She opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing when he worked a gag into it, something that uncomfortably held her tongue in place like he had been doing with his hand before.
"Don't need you swallowing your tongue before I can." he said. She started to whimper and half a scream came out before she stopped herself. Even though she knew she'd lose her tongue regardless she'd rather have the capacity to beg for her life in the small chance he'd reconsider. He went out of her site again.
A moment later a strong, electrical shock traveled through her body after she felt the sting of cold metal touching her inner thigh. Her hips arched up and she let out a muffled squeal. It happened again, and again, getting faster and faster, moving up her inner thigh to her cunt. He couldn't, wouldn't, that would kill her, right? She'd have a heart attack. Why wasn't he saying anything? Or was it just she couldn't hear him over the sound of her own tortured noises.
Just before she predicted he would have gotten to her most sensitive area he stopped doing it. Her body was coated in sweat yet she found she was thanking God that he had decided not to torture her like that for whatever reason. She hadn't realized that it was just so he could get into a position to enjoy it more.
Her head was swimming and she was blacking out. Tunnel vision again. On her outer left thigh she felt a puncture and then a burning liquid rush into her. Immediately all the fatigue she had been feeling before vanished into a way too uncomfortable, hyper-vigilent state. Amphetamines? Fuck. Now her nerves were on fire, the pain she thought was so horrible before tripled in magnitude.
If that wasn't bad enough, a moment later she felt something penetrate her ass. It definitely wasn't his cock, she had felt that before. Best she could figure was it was his finger. She wanted to scream at him to stop but no matter what there would be no coherent sound coming from her anyway. His finger started to wiggle, she tried to jerk away, she was held tight. It was rather clear to her he intended to fuck her next he was just seeing how forceful he'd have to be.
The worst part was he wasn't saying a damn thing, explaining anything to her, it was basically like she was an object, a toy, a...piece of meat. A shudder ran through her at that thought.
"Starting to learn your place are we?" he asked her in that snide tone she was growing to loathe. She shook her head violently but then she could see him again. He was positioning himself much like he had for her previous rape. She started to squeal into the gag and the finger currently in her was removed. She tried to form the words "please don't" but with her tongue held in place like it was, nothing she was saying sounded like what she meant it to be which was probably his intention.
His hands clasped her thighs firmly and in one powerful thrust he was in her. She did scream but that time he didn't mind. That time it was music to his ears because he knew what he was doing. He was destroying the lying little whore and she had no choice but to take it. She tore as he buried himself into her, he could feel the warm blood coating his cock thoroughly, making his unwanted penetration of her even easier. Her own body was working against her in order to aid something she most certainly didn't want. He could feel her muscles clenching, pushing, fighting against the invasion. That's when he grabbed his toy.
She was already in enough agony but, he had to make sure she got the point. He had been shocking her with a modified taser, something that could be used in small doses without ill effect. As a doctor he knew where he could do this and how much before it would become life threatening. Not that he cared either way about her life but he wanted to enjoy this weekend. Should she die earlier than planned it would be rather irritating, but so far everything had been worth it.
Her face was twisted into an expression of pain and utter violation, just feeding him more. He thrust in, getting deep this time, almost all the way there. He leaned forward, looking down, her other eye had opened, the swelling had diminished just enough and she was frantic.
"Look at me." He commanded, tapping her injured cheek very lightly to make sure she'd pay attention. The stimulant he had given her would prevent her from passing out with what he was about to do. She would be in hell in a moment. It would literally only be for about ten seconds, to her it would seem like an eternity. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second and then clearly thought better of that before opening them again and making contact with his.
Those eyes, so dark, sinister, hungry. Another tear beaded and fell, she was going to die and he was going to make sure it was in the worst way possible. then she felt the cold metal object again, right on her clit. She screamed into the gag, shaking her head violently, once again trying to show her desperation.
"I said look at me!" He commanded his voice almost demonic as he grabbed her chin to keep her from shaking her head like a hyper little lap dog. She looked back, meeting his gaze, knowing now that it would only be worse should she not listen. She severely hoped that next shock would end her life but, she doubted it. He kept thrusting, a slow, hard, deliberate pace, making sure she felt each and every last one. "Good." He whispered before pulling the trigger on the device to send out the shock.
As predicted the reaction was violent and amazing. Her ass clenched around him like a vice, her body convulsed, her hands clenched into fists tight enough that her own fingernails opened cuts in the palms of her soft, dainty hands. This time the sound he let out as he reached his own climax sounded to her like the devil himself was in the room.
Then the electricity stopped, he was out of her, and out of her sight again. The damn drug would not give her the relief of fainting. He was moving around her but everything was just too fuzzy. Made no sense, there was noise, soft noise. The gag was removed. She screamed again, this time not caring what the hell he did, nothing could ever be worse than what she just felt.
Her hands were pried open, something was placed in each and on instinct she shut them again, only to release them when she realized that he had just literally caused her to rub salt in her own wounds.
"You fucking....sick...pathetic....bastard..." She breathed. She was half aware it might be a good thing to not say that to him and half aware that there was no going back. All she could hope for now was so say or do something so against what he would appreciate he'd end her instead of continuing to drag all of this out.
Chapter Three: Forced Pleasure
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Paring: Freddie/Hannibal (If you want to call it that)
Chapter Summary: After allowing her to rest for a bit, only so he could regain energy himself, Hannibal has a much different brand of torture for Freddie in mind at least at first. Of course his sadistic side soon rears it's ugly head again and she thinks she might be ready for death instead.
Notes: If you thought the last chapter was bad...this is even worse. Anal rape, humiliation, electro-torture, regular torture, talks of mutilation and cannibalism (though this is a Hannibal fic what did you expect with that). Please turn back now if this isn't your thing.
Freddie woke with a gasp and a jerk. Her right eye wouldn't open, far too swollen. She was shivering horribly, he hadn't even covered her with anything. Since she was still restrained it was very hard to look around and figure out where he might be. The dull yellow light still hung over head and the glow was making her nauseous but she supposed that might just be due to the facial fracture. She groaned softly and turned her head. She couldn't even sit up.
"Doctor...Lecter?" She whispered into what seemed like the empty room. The pain in her chest and back was immense, she wasn't even sure that she could run if she got away. Every breath she took in was pained and she was forced to breathe in shallow gasps instead of deep breaths which just made her anxiety about all of this worse. "Please let me up, I have to pee again." That was a lie but considering he hadn't liked her little accident before she thought that might work on him.
"Nice try Ms. Lounds." His voice seemed to come from everywhere around her. Was her face injury that bad? Did she have some sort of concussion? She wasn't a doctor but if it was possible to get one from a hit to the face she probably had it. "You are awake now so the punishment can resume." She heard heavy footsteps coming towards her and then he appeared overhead looking down at her. She squealed a bit and closed her good remaining eye when she felt ice pressed against her cheek.
Hannibal was doing this more for him than for her. He had been icing the injury on and off while she was out. The only reason being that he wanted to be able to look directly into both of her eyes as he killed her. Watch the realization that it was the end and he was the one bringing it on. Looking into one eye just wouldn't do. She cried out and tried to wrench away. The ice pack felt good but she was not going to let him take care of her.
"It is only ice." He said.
"I know that you asshole! I don't want your stupid caretaker side right now! Fucking KILL me already if that's the plan!" She snarled angrily. She supposed she shouldn't be looking a gift horse in the mouth but she knew he wasn't doing this for her just to 'be nice' there was a reason or several and none would benefit her. "Fucking psycho!" She screamed again, louder. It was an eardrum shattering noise that caused him to step back from her. A moment later she felt a blow to her stomach. She had only screamed assuming he wouldn't slap her again if he wanted to keep the swelling in her face down. She didn't think that he would do that.
She gagged roughly, her stomach and reflexes already weak from the skull fucking earlier. Her head was grabbed roughly and turned as she gagged again. A bit of bile was pushed out but nothing substantial, only because she hadn't eaten in the past few hours, including before she came to see him. When she got on a lead, things like that usually took second or third priority.
"I'd advise you not to do that again." he said as if he hadn't just caused that.
"Well then I'd advise you don't punch me in the fucking stomach you ass fuck!" The power behind those words surprised her especially with the fact that she could barely take in enough breath and her throat burned from the bile. He wasn't letting go of her head though, so she was face to face with it, now all she could do was smell it. She felt another gag. "LET ME GO!"
He knew he had little choice, he was only holding her head because he didn't want to get vomit in her hair. It had dried most of the way while she was out, which had been for quite a few hours, and now that it was nice and smelled clean the last thing he wanted to do was soil it so he'd have to clean her up all over again. With practiced ease he reached up and released the restraints. They were on a quick release latch, however it was an incredibly complicated one that took practice to work. Even if she managed to get one hand free she'd be far too confused how to actually unlock any of the others, besides it took two hands to do if one did figure it out. The restraints were good because should the mood take him to reposition her during a fuck it would be rather easy and she would have no defense.
He pulled her by her hair until she was sitting up. Evoking another scream from her. He didn't like that she was doing that so constantly. He took the opportunity to grab her tongue, holding it painfully tight. Glaring right into his eyes with severe intent he spoke very slowly.
"If you don't want to lose this prematurely, I suggest you stop." He told her. Once again he got the scared, wide doe eyes, well eye, but the injured one was starting to open itself slowly. "Good girl." He let go of her tongue looking disgusted, and he was, he really hadn't wanted to do that after she just vomited.
"Wh-what are...you going to do to me?" She whispered. Screaming like she had been was not in her plans any more but he didn't say she couldn't beg or yell or ask questions. She would do everything but make that scream again. "And what did you mean by prematurely?"
"I'm going to cut it out and eat it later." He said, "Deliciously ironic don't you think, Ms. Lounds? With the way you spread your gossip, slandering anyone you can to make a dollar, the tongue will be the first thing on you to go." He said, and for a moment a smirk graced his face before he pulled back. He was getting hungry and he did want her to be very aware when he cut out her tongue.
"Oh God..."
"What did I tell you about God being here Ms. Lounds?" He replied in a warning tone, "Now you are well rested and ready for your next punishment." He moved from the table her legs were still restrained. He quickly grabbed the correct supplies to clean the table. Not like he didn't have them handy he would have to clean up well when he was done with her anyway. Taking advantage of her shock upon hearing his plans he knew he needn't worry about her trying to escape she just kind of stared in disbelief until he pushed her back into place and strapped her down again.
"Eat my tongue?" She finally was able to whisper.
"Yes, it's quite delicious." He said. He was speaking in such a definitive tone, as well as one that held experience.
"You...you killed..."
"Very good, was wondering when you'd figure it out. thought you might be smarter than this." Hannibal told her. She couldn't see where he was, though she could hear him moving. Because her one eye was still quite compromised and all she could do was stare at the ceiling this was torture in of itself. Her best guess was that he was at the tray that had the knives because his voice seemed to be coming from there. She turned her head but that didn't help because her bad eye was on that side and it made it very hard to see.
She heard a soft buzzing start, and then get louder. The fuck was that? Her body tensed, she didn't like the sound of it. The buzzing stopped, it sounded electrical. Fuck. She opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing when he worked a gag into it, something that uncomfortably held her tongue in place like he had been doing with his hand before.
"Don't need you swallowing your tongue before I can." he said. She started to whimper and half a scream came out before she stopped herself. Even though she knew she'd lose her tongue regardless she'd rather have the capacity to beg for her life in the small chance he'd reconsider. He went out of her site again.
A moment later a strong, electrical shock traveled through her body after she felt the sting of cold metal touching her inner thigh. Her hips arched up and she let out a muffled squeal. It happened again, and again, getting faster and faster, moving up her inner thigh to her cunt. He couldn't, wouldn't, that would kill her, right? She'd have a heart attack. Why wasn't he saying anything? Or was it just she couldn't hear him over the sound of her own tortured noises.
Just before she predicted he would have gotten to her most sensitive area he stopped doing it. Her body was coated in sweat yet she found she was thanking God that he had decided not to torture her like that for whatever reason. She hadn't realized that it was just so he could get into a position to enjoy it more.
Her head was swimming and she was blacking out. Tunnel vision again. On her outer left thigh she felt a puncture and then a burning liquid rush into her. Immediately all the fatigue she had been feeling before vanished into a way too uncomfortable, hyper-vigilent state. Amphetamines? Fuck. Now her nerves were on fire, the pain she thought was so horrible before tripled in magnitude.
If that wasn't bad enough, a moment later she felt something penetrate her ass. It definitely wasn't his cock, she had felt that before. Best she could figure was it was his finger. She wanted to scream at him to stop but no matter what there would be no coherent sound coming from her anyway. His finger started to wiggle, she tried to jerk away, she was held tight. It was rather clear to her he intended to fuck her next he was just seeing how forceful he'd have to be.
The worst part was he wasn't saying a damn thing, explaining anything to her, it was basically like she was an object, a toy, a...piece of meat. A shudder ran through her at that thought.
"Starting to learn your place are we?" he asked her in that snide tone she was growing to loathe. She shook her head violently but then she could see him again. He was positioning himself much like he had for her previous rape. She started to squeal into the gag and the finger currently in her was removed. She tried to form the words "please don't" but with her tongue held in place like it was, nothing she was saying sounded like what she meant it to be which was probably his intention.
His hands clasped her thighs firmly and in one powerful thrust he was in her. She did scream but that time he didn't mind. That time it was music to his ears because he knew what he was doing. He was destroying the lying little whore and she had no choice but to take it. She tore as he buried himself into her, he could feel the warm blood coating his cock thoroughly, making his unwanted penetration of her even easier. Her own body was working against her in order to aid something she most certainly didn't want. He could feel her muscles clenching, pushing, fighting against the invasion. That's when he grabbed his toy.
She was already in enough agony but, he had to make sure she got the point. He had been shocking her with a modified taser, something that could be used in small doses without ill effect. As a doctor he knew where he could do this and how much before it would become life threatening. Not that he cared either way about her life but he wanted to enjoy this weekend. Should she die earlier than planned it would be rather irritating, but so far everything had been worth it.
Her face was twisted into an expression of pain and utter violation, just feeding him more. He thrust in, getting deep this time, almost all the way there. He leaned forward, looking down, her other eye had opened, the swelling had diminished just enough and she was frantic.
"Look at me." He commanded, tapping her injured cheek very lightly to make sure she'd pay attention. The stimulant he had given her would prevent her from passing out with what he was about to do. She would be in hell in a moment. It would literally only be for about ten seconds, to her it would seem like an eternity. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second and then clearly thought better of that before opening them again and making contact with his.
Those eyes, so dark, sinister, hungry. Another tear beaded and fell, she was going to die and he was going to make sure it was in the worst way possible. then she felt the cold metal object again, right on her clit. She screamed into the gag, shaking her head violently, once again trying to show her desperation.
"I said look at me!" He commanded his voice almost demonic as he grabbed her chin to keep her from shaking her head like a hyper little lap dog. She looked back, meeting his gaze, knowing now that it would only be worse should she not listen. She severely hoped that next shock would end her life but, she doubted it. He kept thrusting, a slow, hard, deliberate pace, making sure she felt each and every last one. "Good." He whispered before pulling the trigger on the device to send out the shock.
As predicted the reaction was violent and amazing. Her ass clenched around him like a vice, her body convulsed, her hands clenched into fists tight enough that her own fingernails opened cuts in the palms of her soft, dainty hands. This time the sound he let out as he reached his own climax sounded to her like the devil himself was in the room.
Then the electricity stopped, he was out of her, and out of her sight again. The damn drug would not give her the relief of fainting. He was moving around her but everything was just too fuzzy. Made no sense, there was noise, soft noise. The gag was removed. She screamed again, this time not caring what the hell he did, nothing could ever be worse than what she just felt.
Her hands were pried open, something was placed in each and on instinct she shut them again, only to release them when she realized that he had just literally caused her to rub salt in her own wounds.
"You fucking....sick...pathetic....bastard..." She breathed. She was half aware it might be a good thing to not say that to him and half aware that there was no going back. All she could hope for now was so say or do something so against what he would appreciate he'd end her instead of continuing to drag all of this out.
