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Fic: Broken Dreams (3/?)
Title: Broken Dreams
Author:Liliaeth
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Norman Osborn (non-con)
Summary: In a world much like our own, anyone with superpowers is instantly a slave. When Steve Rogers is woken from the ice, the rebellion asks him to get in touch with Tony Stark, head of the Iron Men and finds himself starting to like both Tony and Tony's young slave Spider.
Warnings: references to underage non-con, rape, torture, slavery
Prologue - 1 - 2
3.
Spider kneeled on his mat while Master Stark was fussing with his food in the kitchen. It was all specially designed for his biological system. To bring him the maximum of nourishment that his body required while reducing the waste that came from regular food. Or so the bag said. Not that he was supposed to read what the bag said, but Spider had a tendency to get bored, so he started to read the text on bags. It was better than just sitting there. Another failing of his. Master Stark was looking at the food before he placed it on the ground. Then he grabbed a bottle of water and poured it down in Spider’s water bowl. Spider got up from his mat and bowed down, putting his face into the food bowl and pulling out a nugget or two, careful not to try and taste them. Master Stark turned away from him then, but Spider tried not to look at him. It was hard enough to swallow the new food.
It was dry, with colours specifying veggies, and meat; some new kind of kibble. The colours and consistency were supposed to be appealing, it even had a taste beyond slimy. Spider guessed that it looked okay, especially in comparison to the brown sludge that Master Osborn usually served him. It was healthy and nutritious and everything a freak like him needed to stay healthy and…
Spider missed wheatcakes and French fries, and donuts and burgers. He missed food that you could hold in your hands, and bring softly to your lips. He missed greasy sandwiches shovelled under a load of mayo. Instead of a bowl with dry flakes that he was supposed to eat with his hands held behind his back. He quickly washed away the taste with a sip from his water bowl.
He moved away from the bowls and moved back to the living area, leaving his bowl half full. Master Stark sat on the couch and Spider knelt back on his mat. Master was watching television and Spider tried to keep from watching the set.
“I don’t know how you manage to eat that Spider. It doesn’t look that good.”
How do you think? Spider wanted to ask, it helped that he couldn’t speak. Spider guessed they were right to neutralize a freak’s voice; he couldn’t begin to count the times it had saved him from a punishment.
But his stomach growled and he quickly went back to his food bowl, finishing it before the master could complain. Master Stark came up behind him and Spider shivered as his sixth sense warned him of his master’s approach.
“Want to watch some TV?”
Master Stark didn’t wait for him to answer, so Spider just followed him to the sitting area. The master patted a space on the couch and Spider hesitated a moment, not sure if he understood it right. Master Stark made another tap on the couch and Spider carefully sat down, hunched up. He trembled as he was petted.
It wasn’t a good thing being on furniture; with Master Osborn it was usually a sign that the master was about to fuck him. Spider kept his eyes down as Master Stark turned on the TV set and started switching channels.
Master Osborn tended to make Spider lean into him. It was usually when he was in a good mood. When he was relaxed enough to enjoy the feel of a warm, soft slave against his chest. Sometimes it would take a bit, and then he’d just make Spider lie there, while the Master nuzzled in the boy’s hair for a bit before rolling on top of him. Sometimes the Master wouldn’t care to wait.
On those good days he’d just remove his pants and tell Spider to prepare himself before they even got to the couch. He’d sit down while Spider grabbed the pot of lube and leaned over. Sometimes the master felt like applying the lube himself, and on others, he’d make Spider do it. When he took his time, the lube often cooled down before Master Osborn got to him and Spider could feel the stuff between his legs. It didn’t feel too good, kinda squishy.
The Master didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes he’d play with Spider first, and sometimes he just needed a quick fuck to get his mind of things. Spider preferred it when he went fast, at least then it didn’t take too long before Spider was allowed to go clean up and return to his mat. It's he other times that were the worst. It's when Master Osborn kept touching him, playing with his nipples and cock, when he just held him, kissing his bruises away, when Spider just wanted to hide away in himself as the Master called him 'sweetheart' or 'pet'. He had to fight back tears on those days because it never stopped hurting.
Sometimes the master would just lie down, hard as stone and make Spider ride him while he watched television. He barely even noticed that Spider was there on those days and Spider knew he meant about as much to the master as the basket of peanuts on the table did.
And sometimes, sometimes he’d bring company.
Spider wondered why Master Stark had allowed him to keep his clothes on when he was in the house. Master Osborn never did, not unless they had visitors. But Spider knew better than to undress without permission. Spider knew better than doing anything without permission, assuming orders tended to lead to beatings and he really didn’t like those.
.
Master Harry used to blush and look away when he saw Spider. Him and Miss Gwendolyn would sometimes talk to Spider when Master Osborn was out of the house. Miss Gwen would bring him an apple, she’d peel it and cut it in slices, removing the core and Spider was always careful as he ate it out of her hands. Harry enjoyed the game of throwing a couple of M&M’s in the air and making Spider catch them. Until Master Osborn had caught them at it.
Miss Gwen had been told to leave and Master Harry had been grounded. Spider had waited in the training room while he heard the Master bawl out Harry about ruining his pet. Master had been furious, but Spider could still feel the chocolate on his tongue as the Master caned him. He could still feel the lingering taste as the master fucked his mouth and it didn’t even leave entirely when the master came in his mouth before caning him again.
He’d petted Spider afterwards, told him it wasn’t his fault. That he’d only punished him because Spider had worried him. That he’d talk to Harry and would explain to him how bad chocolate was for subhumanoids. And Spider still remembered the chocolate while the Master fucked his ass and made him hold in, kept him from coming. It had been worth it.
Master Stark kept talking about the show, and Spider listened tightly to his words, unsure of how much he was supposed to remember or whether the Master was just using him as a sounding board. Master Harry used to do that a lot. He’d go on and on about his car while Spider sat on the floor next to him. It was less boring than staying on his mat in the kitchen while the Master was working in the lab, so Spider didn’t really mind the distraction. Spider wasn’t allowed in the lab, not since he’d corrected one of Master Osborn’s formulas once. He’d only been out to do his job, to keep the formula from exploding in his master’s face. But the Master had kept him in chains for more than a week afterwards.
*******
Steve ducked a few patrols before finally entering the headquarters. On the upside it was a simple barbershop, but once you sat down in a chair, and gave the proper password, it was an access point to much more than that.
The mirror recorded his retina pattern, checked genetic samples from his hands on the arm rests and when verified, opened the elevator under the chair and allowed him down through the floor.
All high tech, all overly complicated and most of it built to satisfy one man’s need to keep himself busy.
“Hey Reed.”
Reed barely acknowledged him, the man was busy with ten things at once, while playing a game of ten dimensional chess on the side. To anyone that didn’t know him, he’d seem distracted, to anyone that did, he’d never be able to distract himself enough.
Reed mumbled something about variances and ionic vibrations, all of which went way over Steve’s head.
Sam was at the console, on watch duty. Steve greeted him and moved on to the backroom where ostensibly Nick was directing plans which should never be disturbed. In reality, it was the weekly pokergame and planning session. Steve had to take a deep breath before entering the small smoky room. Dust and tar on the walls proved how thoroughly this room was used, and that Reed’s gadgets were not allowed in it, not even to clean it up.
“Magneto said they were idiots.”
Nick grumbled before Steve could even get a word in.
“Young morons who thought they were going to save the world. As if killing Stark would make a difference. If it did, I’d have killed the bastard myself.”
“So he isn’t pissed off with me?”
“No. Magneto’s short sighted, but he isn’t completely insane.”
Which didn’t deny some possibility of insanity in the charismatic bastard.
“He knows that you had to keep up your cover.”
Steve sat down and grabbed a glass; Nick filled it up with pop before Steve could even reach for the bottle of scotch.
“I heard they put Spider on security.”
“Poor kid,” Steve muttered.
“Poor kid’s the best Stark’s got, they sent him after Otto Octavius after that accident of his with the arms. The kid made short work of him.”
“He hasn’t got a choice.”
“I’m sure it makes Otto feel a lot better to think of that, when he tries to think that is, with that lobotomized brain of his.” Steve cringed. “They couldn’t have a slave who’s smarter than his masters. The guy was a leading atomic scientist of his time, now he’s nothing more than a drooling idiot working garbage duty over in metro."
Steven flinched, just thinking about Reed who was now writing paper after paper, none of which would ever be published. Creating inventions, which were fair game to the first full human to find them; all because subhumanoids weren’t allowed to claim patents.
“Or what about Baker? I think they sold him to Roxxon. We still haven’t a clue what they did to him. Do you want to tell Will’s mother how she should pity the guy that brought in her son in a dust buster?”
Nick turned to him almost kindly.
“I know you’re a bleeding heart Rogers, but you have to remember this. And you know why.”
“Because he won’t hold back,” Steve whispered.
Jonah gave him a drink, a Scotch this time. He understood better than anyone. Nothing better to teach you to be careful, than having your own son sent after you to track you down, and seeing the pain in that man’s eyes, begging you to kill him. Jameson was not a nice man, but he was a determined one, and he’d never forgive, never forget. They were lucky that Magneto didn’t work with normals, or Jameson would have switched groups years ago.
Next
Author:Liliaeth
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Norman Osborn (non-con)
Summary: In a world much like our own, anyone with superpowers is instantly a slave. When Steve Rogers is woken from the ice, the rebellion asks him to get in touch with Tony Stark, head of the Iron Men and finds himself starting to like both Tony and Tony's young slave Spider.
Warnings: references to underage non-con, rape, torture, slavery
Prologue - 1 - 2
3.
Spider kneeled on his mat while Master Stark was fussing with his food in the kitchen. It was all specially designed for his biological system. To bring him the maximum of nourishment that his body required while reducing the waste that came from regular food. Or so the bag said. Not that he was supposed to read what the bag said, but Spider had a tendency to get bored, so he started to read the text on bags. It was better than just sitting there. Another failing of his. Master Stark was looking at the food before he placed it on the ground. Then he grabbed a bottle of water and poured it down in Spider’s water bowl. Spider got up from his mat and bowed down, putting his face into the food bowl and pulling out a nugget or two, careful not to try and taste them. Master Stark turned away from him then, but Spider tried not to look at him. It was hard enough to swallow the new food.
It was dry, with colours specifying veggies, and meat; some new kind of kibble. The colours and consistency were supposed to be appealing, it even had a taste beyond slimy. Spider guessed that it looked okay, especially in comparison to the brown sludge that Master Osborn usually served him. It was healthy and nutritious and everything a freak like him needed to stay healthy and…
Spider missed wheatcakes and French fries, and donuts and burgers. He missed food that you could hold in your hands, and bring softly to your lips. He missed greasy sandwiches shovelled under a load of mayo. Instead of a bowl with dry flakes that he was supposed to eat with his hands held behind his back. He quickly washed away the taste with a sip from his water bowl.
He moved away from the bowls and moved back to the living area, leaving his bowl half full. Master Stark sat on the couch and Spider knelt back on his mat. Master was watching television and Spider tried to keep from watching the set.
“I don’t know how you manage to eat that Spider. It doesn’t look that good.”
How do you think? Spider wanted to ask, it helped that he couldn’t speak. Spider guessed they were right to neutralize a freak’s voice; he couldn’t begin to count the times it had saved him from a punishment.
But his stomach growled and he quickly went back to his food bowl, finishing it before the master could complain. Master Stark came up behind him and Spider shivered as his sixth sense warned him of his master’s approach.
“Want to watch some TV?”
Master Stark didn’t wait for him to answer, so Spider just followed him to the sitting area. The master patted a space on the couch and Spider hesitated a moment, not sure if he understood it right. Master Stark made another tap on the couch and Spider carefully sat down, hunched up. He trembled as he was petted.
It wasn’t a good thing being on furniture; with Master Osborn it was usually a sign that the master was about to fuck him. Spider kept his eyes down as Master Stark turned on the TV set and started switching channels.
Master Osborn tended to make Spider lean into him. It was usually when he was in a good mood. When he was relaxed enough to enjoy the feel of a warm, soft slave against his chest. Sometimes it would take a bit, and then he’d just make Spider lie there, while the Master nuzzled in the boy’s hair for a bit before rolling on top of him. Sometimes the Master wouldn’t care to wait.
On those good days he’d just remove his pants and tell Spider to prepare himself before they even got to the couch. He’d sit down while Spider grabbed the pot of lube and leaned over. Sometimes the master felt like applying the lube himself, and on others, he’d make Spider do it. When he took his time, the lube often cooled down before Master Osborn got to him and Spider could feel the stuff between his legs. It didn’t feel too good, kinda squishy.
The Master didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes he’d play with Spider first, and sometimes he just needed a quick fuck to get his mind of things. Spider preferred it when he went fast, at least then it didn’t take too long before Spider was allowed to go clean up and return to his mat. It's he other times that were the worst. It's when Master Osborn kept touching him, playing with his nipples and cock, when he just held him, kissing his bruises away, when Spider just wanted to hide away in himself as the Master called him 'sweetheart' or 'pet'. He had to fight back tears on those days because it never stopped hurting.
Sometimes the master would just lie down, hard as stone and make Spider ride him while he watched television. He barely even noticed that Spider was there on those days and Spider knew he meant about as much to the master as the basket of peanuts on the table did.
And sometimes, sometimes he’d bring company.
Spider wondered why Master Stark had allowed him to keep his clothes on when he was in the house. Master Osborn never did, not unless they had visitors. But Spider knew better than to undress without permission. Spider knew better than doing anything without permission, assuming orders tended to lead to beatings and he really didn’t like those.
.
Master Harry used to blush and look away when he saw Spider. Him and Miss Gwendolyn would sometimes talk to Spider when Master Osborn was out of the house. Miss Gwen would bring him an apple, she’d peel it and cut it in slices, removing the core and Spider was always careful as he ate it out of her hands. Harry enjoyed the game of throwing a couple of M&M’s in the air and making Spider catch them. Until Master Osborn had caught them at it.
Miss Gwen had been told to leave and Master Harry had been grounded. Spider had waited in the training room while he heard the Master bawl out Harry about ruining his pet. Master had been furious, but Spider could still feel the chocolate on his tongue as the Master caned him. He could still feel the lingering taste as the master fucked his mouth and it didn’t even leave entirely when the master came in his mouth before caning him again.
He’d petted Spider afterwards, told him it wasn’t his fault. That he’d only punished him because Spider had worried him. That he’d talk to Harry and would explain to him how bad chocolate was for subhumanoids. And Spider still remembered the chocolate while the Master fucked his ass and made him hold in, kept him from coming. It had been worth it.
Master Stark kept talking about the show, and Spider listened tightly to his words, unsure of how much he was supposed to remember or whether the Master was just using him as a sounding board. Master Harry used to do that a lot. He’d go on and on about his car while Spider sat on the floor next to him. It was less boring than staying on his mat in the kitchen while the Master was working in the lab, so Spider didn’t really mind the distraction. Spider wasn’t allowed in the lab, not since he’d corrected one of Master Osborn’s formulas once. He’d only been out to do his job, to keep the formula from exploding in his master’s face. But the Master had kept him in chains for more than a week afterwards.
*******
Steve ducked a few patrols before finally entering the headquarters. On the upside it was a simple barbershop, but once you sat down in a chair, and gave the proper password, it was an access point to much more than that.
The mirror recorded his retina pattern, checked genetic samples from his hands on the arm rests and when verified, opened the elevator under the chair and allowed him down through the floor.
All high tech, all overly complicated and most of it built to satisfy one man’s need to keep himself busy.
“Hey Reed.”
Reed barely acknowledged him, the man was busy with ten things at once, while playing a game of ten dimensional chess on the side. To anyone that didn’t know him, he’d seem distracted, to anyone that did, he’d never be able to distract himself enough.
Reed mumbled something about variances and ionic vibrations, all of which went way over Steve’s head.
Sam was at the console, on watch duty. Steve greeted him and moved on to the backroom where ostensibly Nick was directing plans which should never be disturbed. In reality, it was the weekly pokergame and planning session. Steve had to take a deep breath before entering the small smoky room. Dust and tar on the walls proved how thoroughly this room was used, and that Reed’s gadgets were not allowed in it, not even to clean it up.
“Magneto said they were idiots.”
Nick grumbled before Steve could even get a word in.
“Young morons who thought they were going to save the world. As if killing Stark would make a difference. If it did, I’d have killed the bastard myself.”
“So he isn’t pissed off with me?”
“No. Magneto’s short sighted, but he isn’t completely insane.”
Which didn’t deny some possibility of insanity in the charismatic bastard.
“He knows that you had to keep up your cover.”
Steve sat down and grabbed a glass; Nick filled it up with pop before Steve could even reach for the bottle of scotch.
“I heard they put Spider on security.”
“Poor kid,” Steve muttered.
“Poor kid’s the best Stark’s got, they sent him after Otto Octavius after that accident of his with the arms. The kid made short work of him.”
“He hasn’t got a choice.”
“I’m sure it makes Otto feel a lot better to think of that, when he tries to think that is, with that lobotomized brain of his.” Steve cringed. “They couldn’t have a slave who’s smarter than his masters. The guy was a leading atomic scientist of his time, now he’s nothing more than a drooling idiot working garbage duty over in metro."
Steven flinched, just thinking about Reed who was now writing paper after paper, none of which would ever be published. Creating inventions, which were fair game to the first full human to find them; all because subhumanoids weren’t allowed to claim patents.
“Or what about Baker? I think they sold him to Roxxon. We still haven’t a clue what they did to him. Do you want to tell Will’s mother how she should pity the guy that brought in her son in a dust buster?”
Nick turned to him almost kindly.
“I know you’re a bleeding heart Rogers, but you have to remember this. And you know why.”
“Because he won’t hold back,” Steve whispered.
Jonah gave him a drink, a Scotch this time. He understood better than anyone. Nothing better to teach you to be careful, than having your own son sent after you to track you down, and seeing the pain in that man’s eyes, begging you to kill him. Jameson was not a nice man, but he was a determined one, and he’d never forgive, never forget. They were lucky that Magneto didn’t work with normals, or Jameson would have switched groups years ago.
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I knew it was coming and then bam and I think Spider you need hugs and not creepy molestation hugs and love.
Steve... and You have Jonah and Reed and Fury and it is awesome underground... but Otto has been lobotomized and Spider...
and you even made me think briefly of Spider cutely catching mnm's and that made the whole follow of it worse. Tony should give him some chocolate.
You are awesome and I hope this story continues even though each chapter is utterly and thoroughly upsetting since I have hope it will end well or something resembling that.
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The details about Otto and Reed and the bit about Jameson was nicely done. This world is awful. It makes me wonder what happened to the really powerful mutants like Xavier or Namor.