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Fic: Broken Dreams (4/?)
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
4.
Spider could feel himself shrink under Master Osborn’s eyes, as his master, his first master led him to the lab. Master Stark had just smiled and Spider’s heart rushed a billion beats a second. Master Osborn had looked as he always did and Spider kept his head suitably bowed as he followed two steps behind the human.
He undressed and stepped into the cleaning cubicle. Spider stood as still as he could manage while high pressure sprays and the fibres of the sponges scoured his skin from any possible infection or speck of dust.
He had a second to control his beating heart before he stepped into the lab. Master Osborn ordered him on the tracks. He stood still while the primary probes were stuck to his forehead and chest.
He stood on the grid for a second, feeling the iron sting in his feet while he was sprayed with something cold and wet. It wasn’t until he was starting to drip on the floor before Master Osborn ordered him in the Closet. Oh it wasn’t really a closet. The lights circling him from above alone would dispute that, but it was a small room, barely 5x5. They didn’t tell him the name for it, so in his head he just called it the Closet.
It was an empty white space and it was hell. He knew the test started when the floor under his feet started to move. He had to run to the speed of the tracks, just to keep from being smashed to the walls, human speed at first, but faster and faster until his breath nearly caught trying to keep up with it. He wasn’t given a moment to rest, before they started the pressure. It was just some kind of hyperbaric chamber, he knew that, but he was ordered to stay up while it felt like he was being crushed. It was supposed to increase his endurance, made him able to handle larger weights. Master Osborn stood watching him, throughout it all.
He was already bursting in his skin when they started the heat, they hadn’t even lowered the pressure yet. Heat, sprays of freezing nitrogen aimed into the room, but not at him, he took care to stay away from the walls, but the vapors bit into his skin regardless. But there was no way out, even as he clawed at the walls, his fingers burned and he pulled back.
“Calm down Spider.” Master Osborn’s voice came down from the speaker.
And Spider started taking deep breaths, desperately following his training and fighting the urge to hyperventilate.
The door of the cubicle opened and Master Osborn stood there in the light. Spider bent his back, face down as he went in full crouch.
“It’s alright Spider, just calm down. Everything’s normal. You just have to calm down for the testing. Do you understand that? I want you to calm down.”
Master Osborn reached for his face and lifted his chin. Spider shivered.
“I don’t want to have to punish you Spider, just calm down and everything will be fine.”
His other hand caressed Spider’s hair as he said this until a green light flashed on.
Master Osborn picked up a blindfold and gently placed it over Spider’s eyes. Spider closed his eyes and felt the last glimpses of light fade away and all he heard was that voice telling him everything was fine as the pain started all over again.
There was a boy crying in the corner. They all had their own mats to sleep on, and the boy had grabbed his and had sat down in a corner trying to hide from the others. Peter checked up on him every once and a while to see if he’d gone to sleep yet. They were all quiet, so he couldn’t even hear it from a sound of sobbing, since it wasn’t there.
They couldn’t talk of course, but most of the rest of them had huddled together, even if only for warmth, but the crying boy had kept himself away from them. He looked fourteen, sixteen at most. He startled whenever one of the others came near to him and his eyes, he looked more terrified of them than he was of the guards.
Peter sat up and stared at his hands, they still hurt. Neither his aunt nor his uncle had hit him even once in their entire life. But the guards didn't seem to have the same ideas. Peter hadn't even been doing anything; that he knew of at least. They'd just told him to come forward and hold his hands out. The guard said it was a lesson. Peter had started crying midway through.
"Now you know what it feels like," the man had said, "That way you know what awaits you if you disobey your master."
As if Peter needed anything to be any more scared than he already was.
The guards had seemed in a good mood. Peter didn’t even dare wonder why. The boy suddenly started sobbing out loud. Peter stared at him stunned. How was that even possible?
He quickly jumped over to the boy, putting his finger on the boy’s lips, trying to get him to understand he had to be quiet; he couldn’t let the guards here. But the boy started screaming. Peter crouched in front of him, silently begging him to just listen.
“Get away from me you freak. I’m not like you. I’m not!”
It shocked Peter to hear his own words coming from the other kid’s lips.
“You don’t understand, you’re a monster. But I’m not like that!”
Peter tried to reach out to him, to get him to keep his mouth shut so the guards wouldn’t come, they were never discriminate when you annoyed them, especially at night.
But the kid just started screaming again, sliding away from Peter. Peter managed to get his hands on him and locked his mouth. Half a minute later he let go, hoping the other boy had calmed down. The boy was breathing hard by then.
“I just want to go home.” The kid whispered.
Peter nodded; he was still crouching and looked at his companion, tilting his head, as he hoped the boy would stay calm. The other was huddling under his mat, holding it like a blanket. He was crying again. Peter raised his finger to his moth again and then pointedly looked at the door.
The boy bit his lips.
“My name’s Bobby. He finally said. What’s yours?”
Peter rolled his eyes and pointed at his throat before shrugging.
“Sorry.” Bobby said. “Maybe I could do to the thing in your throat, what I did to mine? Shut it down?”
Peter backed away a step, shaking his head in a no. They’d find out, he wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and what then, he didn’t want to get caned again. It hurt too much, and that was when he hadn’t done anything wrong, if he let…
“Your loss.” Bobby said. “I just froze the thing. Guess I am a monster, aren’t I?”
Peter shrugged.
“I don’t think I like being a monster. They said that my mom, she, she bribed the doctor so they wouldn’t take me. But these guys were bullying a girl in my class and I just wanted to protect her. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I didn’t know I could do that”
Peter didn’t know what to say.
“They said I could have killed him. They took my mom and my dad wouldn’t even look at me, he just showed them to my room and…” He started sobbing again. “I’m not a monster.”
Peter could feel his head start to explode and got away from Bobby as far as he could. Danger was coming. Danger Danger… Suddenly the door slammed open and two of the guards stepped inside. The sound woke up the other kids in the room and most of them jumped up and went into instant position. Peter managed to get to his knees, hands on his back and head to the floor as fast as he could push himself. Bobby was staring at the door, but quickly followed as well. The guards ignored the other kids and came straight at Peter and Bobby. One of them grabbed Peter by the scruff of his neck, pushing into his collar. It felt like his veins were freezing. No fighting you freaks, How many warnings does it take to get you to understand that.
Peter trembled and tried to get his feet out under him. But his nerves were barely responding to his commands.
“No please it wasn’t his fault. He was just trying to get me to follow the rules.” Bobby started stammering. The guard dropped Peter to the floor and turned to Bobby.
“I’m sorry, I…”
Somebody shut that freak up now!” One of the guards aimed a device at Bobby, but it didn’t seem to work.
Bobby was shaking by then.
“What did you do to your chip freak?”
“I … froze it.” Bobby whispered.
The guard grabbed his whip from his belt.
“Up to the wall now.”
Peter could almost hear the rattle of Bobby’s bones as the boy moved to the wall. He and the other freaks watched and listened while Bobby screamed with every lash. His back was torn and bloody long before they were finished.
About half way through, they ordered Bobby to turn around, but the boy could barely move, so they did it to him. The whip shrieked through the air over and over again.
The air grew colder and colder, Peter could see his breath leave his mouth and before their eyes, Bobby's skin turned into ice. The ice cracked and refroze until Bobby went back to his human self, unconscious.
"Get that freak to a healer, I want him repaired before the auction and get his chip restored, no wait, just rip out his vocal chords, I don't ever want to hear his voice again. Is that understood?"
The other guards nodded and dragged Bobby out of the room.
Peter was too scared to watch him go. His mind still stuck on the A word. He’d known they were going to be sold, but he hadn’t thought that the auction would be this soon. He wasn’t ready, not by a long shot.
“Back to the wall.” Peter shivered, but obeyed, refusal at this point would only make things worse.
“Did he destroy your chip as well?” Peter quickly shook no. He desperately wanted to tell them he’d refused, that he’d been good. But any attempt to communicate at this point would only increase the punishment. “Don’t lie to me freak.” The whip came down on Peter’s chest. He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
The guard hit him a second time, but once again, not a sound came out, no matter how much Peter screamed.
“Healer now.”
He hit Peter a third and last time.
“You’re not humans; you’re freaks of nature, monstrosities. If I find any of you subhumanoids pretending to be humans ever again, I’ll personally rip out your guts, have the healer force them back in, and then rip them right out again, is that understood?!”
And it was; how could it not be, when they were led to a large truck the next morning? One freak a cage, stacked to save space with no more than a tarp to cover them against possible rain. In the blistering heat they were driving under, the lack of air only made them feel like they were boiling up. They looked like animals, and were meant to. Peter just sat there hunched up in what little shade the other cages allowed him. The others seemed to have trouble staying comfortable, Peter was almost happy that his body seemed to be made for crouching now. It made things much easier for him, than it was for any of the others.
He’d tried to find Bobby, but the truck had left, and he guessed that Bobby was in one of the cages below him. The ride took a while and Peter tried to keep busy, calculating how many of them there were in the truck, at the end he came up with a minimum of 20, maximum 40, but only if he had really miscounted the first time around.
He was forced against the bars for a second when the truck made a sudden stop. It caused a shock to go through him. He quickly curled up, away from the bars, still shaking. There was a small hole in the tarp right next to him and he watched the ray of sunlight that shone down on the girl next to him. He blushed as he noticed her breasts. She was gorgeous. He tried not to look.
There was music sounding from a car next to theirs. Peter listened to it for a second before focussing back on his calculations. The truck was still standing still. Something landed against the tarp. It made a loud thud. Several of the kids next to Peter sat up, staring at the direction of the sound, then a snap.
Peter flinched at the sudden invasion of light. They were in the open air. Peter could see a couple of kids staring at them as they were unloaded, but not allowed out of the cages. Peter felt his cage pushed on a cargo tire and sat hunched down as they passed people staring at them, all the way. Freaks, nobodies, monsters, mothers pulled their children back, so the freaks couldn’t snap at them. As if any of them would even dare move.
It wasn’t until they were inside that the cages were opened and they were allowed out for a minute to stretch their legs, well at least long enough to get to the glass cages waiting for them. It was like sitting in an aquarium.
The room started filling up with people, while servers spread around drinks and canapés. Just looking at the drinks; made Peter’s throat ache, as it reminded him of just how thirsty he was. He had to close his eyes, to keep from swallowing. A man stopped in front of his cage, Peter looked down, but not before he’d noticed the man’s dark black hair, or the light white tux. The man was holding a glass and staring at him. Peter simply trembled.
“What do you think Tony?”
“I’m not sure Norman, the ice boy could be useful for the factories, but once that’s done, the use of him is rather limited. “
“What about this one?”
Peter flinched, he didn’t think they even noticed.
“Let’s see. Super-strength, enhanced speed, enhanced reflexes, not exactly… wait a second. Precognition?”
“It seems to be limited, but it’s … interesting to say the least.” Peter shivered at the hunger in the man’s voice; he dared to look up for a second and noticed that both men were still eying him. One smiling, the other…The younger man put a hand on the glass and Peter just wanted to back away. He just didn’t dare do so.
The older man waved at one of the attendants and the girl came up to them. She clicked a button on the side of the cage and it opened up. Peter moved into instant position. It was the first position they were taught and the first one near always expected.
The woman ordered him out of the cage and stand ready for inspection.
It was odd to have their eyes on him like this. The younger man, the display lady called him mister Stark, and the older man, who was called mister Osborn, were fussing with some kind of recording device and checking the readings. The woman gave Mister Osborn a taser and Peter could feel a burst of warning every time it was building towards a shock. By the third time Mister Stark put an end to it. “I think that’s enough for now Norman, no need to hurt the boy.” Peter fought the urge to fall over.
Mister Stark left with the display lady, while Mister Osborn stayed with Peter. Peter kept his head bowed desperately not looking at the man in front of him. Peter nearly flinched back as Osborn continued his inspection, checking his arms, his legs. Peter cringed as the man’s roaming hands went over his privates, separating his balls, as Osborn felt him up. Peter knew that this would happen; the guards had warned them not to try anything when this happened, They had said that owners might want check their potential for breeding. But he still couldn’t help the shivers he got as Mister Osborn kneaded his cock, his hand rubbing harshly up and down the organ in question. Peter could feel his entire body start to flush as his mind started racing, simply not understanding.
‘Penile Erection, enlargement, hardening, and elevation of the male reproductive organ, the penis. Internally, the penis has three long masses of cylindrical tissue, known as erectile tissue, that are bound together by fibrous tissue. The two identical areas running along the sides of the penis are termed corpora cavernosa; the third mass, known as the corpus spongiosum, lies below the…’ But no matter how much he tried to focus his thoughts on the scientific theory, the reality was that a man had a hand on his cock and that his cock was responding to it and that he had to be sick, because why else would something like that be exciting him?
And for the first time since he’d been taken from his aunt and uncle’s home, he truly believed he was a monster. Because only monsters could enjoy something like this? He just wanted the man to let go, but he didn’t, he kept rubbing, until Peter felt the need to come and then just as he was about to blow, the man grabbed Peter’s cock too tightly for anything to happen.
“Not yet, not until you’ve earned it.” And then he grabbed some kind of a ring and bound it tightly over Peter’s weary member.
Peter was panting by this point, once again bent over in a kneel when Mister Stark returned. Mister Stark placed a bowl of water in front of him and Peter swallowed as much of it as he possibly could before anyone could tell him to stop.
Spider was strapped in the examination chair, his hands were tied to the armrests while his legs were spread apart and his feet tied down to keep him from falling off. The room was kept chilly to protect the equipment inside of it and Spider tried not to notice the cold metal of the chair under his naked skin. He hated this room, this lab and this chair in particular. Master Osborn had come to get him for his weekly testing half an hour earlier and Spider had almost hoped that Master Stark would stop him. He didn’t know why, he shouldn’t have, but some part of him almost expected Master Stark to protect him. It was too foolish an idea to even consider.
It never started too bad, tests of his hearing, his eyes. With sounds so high pitched they nearly made his ears bleed and sudden flashes that almost blinded him. He answered their questions with yes or no and numbered responses of how much something did or didn’t hurt. Or more accurately, the precise amount of pain, since it rarely if ever didn’t hurt.. It was one of the few times he was allowed to talk, even if only because they didn’t want to waste time finding out otherwise. Talking hurt his throat, by the time they took away his voice again, he was grateful for it.
No matter what tests they put him through, no matter what findings they came up with, it always ended here, in this chair, with Master Osborn coming up to him with some kind of syringe. He was getting more and more eager for it, with every single time it happened. He didn’t know what was in it, but it made his nerves burn and his joints slide and no matter how much it hurt, he needed it. He hated it, he hated it when he still got it once a month, he despised it when they started giving it to him every two weeks, now he got it weekly, but by the time the week was half over, he was already close to begging for more of it.
Master Osborn would inject it in his calf, or his arms, or whatever vein he felt like using that day and Peter would stare up at him. And then Mister Osborn would start applying more sensors, as if the ones that were already there were going to miss some vital detail, which these new ones wouldn’t.
His head started bursting under new information, as he could begin to feel vibrations in the room, shaking and stirring, with every move made by those surrounding him. His nerve endings were hypersensitive and he could feel it as Master Osborn’s fingers opened up his anus and started inserting a probe. Some things were just not supposed to go inside your body down there, that was one thing Spider was entirely sure off. Not that it mattered to his master, far as Master Osborn was concerned, this was just normal and par for the course.
His Master laid his hand on Spider's and Spider turned to him, begging for it all to end. Then the Master's hand slid down his arm, to his stomach, forming a path over Spider's sweat. It hurt, his nerves were burning, sensitive and the incessant touching only made it worse. When the Master's hand finally stopped on his cock, it hardened almost instantly under his touch. Too used to the routine of this.
His mouth fell open in a silent scream as large fingers reached in behind the device implanted earlier and pulled it back for a few inches, checked some readings before pushing it back inside with a twist. “Now that wasn’t too bad, now was it?”
The Master grabbed a container and told Spider to let it go. But Spider knew that that wasn’t what the Master wanted, so he waited. Then Master Osborn touched his cock, stroked over it, until it hurt, his nails trailing over the slit at the top. Not yet, not until the Master was ready.
He just lay there as his Master’s fingers reached up and held him in his hands as if ready to rip it all off, and the way it felt, he might as well end its suffering.
Uhum."
Spider opened his eyes, his sight was still hazy. Master Stark stood in the door.
"Is something wrong Tony?"
Master Osborn let go of Spider, and from his glare Spider knew he'd better let go and fast. He always looked like that when he was in a hurry. Afterwards he picked up the container and put it on a tray.
“I was about to leave in half an hour, I came to see if you were finished yet?”
Spider shivered. Unable to move or run away.
“Just give us some time to clean him up, and he should be ready to go in ten minutes.”
Master Stark kept standing there, even as one of the doctors clinically removed the probes and Spider was released from the chair. It was almost a comfort to know that Master Osborn didn’t join him in the cleaning room. The high pressure spray wasn’t nearly as painful or invasive as Master Osborn could be when he decided to put an effort in scrubbing Spider.
By the time he was once again dressed and ready to follow Master Stark, he was willing to walk into hell for the man.
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
4.
Spider could feel himself shrink under Master Osborn’s eyes, as his master, his first master led him to the lab. Master Stark had just smiled and Spider’s heart rushed a billion beats a second. Master Osborn had looked as he always did and Spider kept his head suitably bowed as he followed two steps behind the human.
He undressed and stepped into the cleaning cubicle. Spider stood as still as he could manage while high pressure sprays and the fibres of the sponges scoured his skin from any possible infection or speck of dust.
He had a second to control his beating heart before he stepped into the lab. Master Osborn ordered him on the tracks. He stood still while the primary probes were stuck to his forehead and chest.
He stood on the grid for a second, feeling the iron sting in his feet while he was sprayed with something cold and wet. It wasn’t until he was starting to drip on the floor before Master Osborn ordered him in the Closet. Oh it wasn’t really a closet. The lights circling him from above alone would dispute that, but it was a small room, barely 5x5. They didn’t tell him the name for it, so in his head he just called it the Closet.
It was an empty white space and it was hell. He knew the test started when the floor under his feet started to move. He had to run to the speed of the tracks, just to keep from being smashed to the walls, human speed at first, but faster and faster until his breath nearly caught trying to keep up with it. He wasn’t given a moment to rest, before they started the pressure. It was just some kind of hyperbaric chamber, he knew that, but he was ordered to stay up while it felt like he was being crushed. It was supposed to increase his endurance, made him able to handle larger weights. Master Osborn stood watching him, throughout it all.
He was already bursting in his skin when they started the heat, they hadn’t even lowered the pressure yet. Heat, sprays of freezing nitrogen aimed into the room, but not at him, he took care to stay away from the walls, but the vapors bit into his skin regardless. But there was no way out, even as he clawed at the walls, his fingers burned and he pulled back.
“Calm down Spider.” Master Osborn’s voice came down from the speaker.
And Spider started taking deep breaths, desperately following his training and fighting the urge to hyperventilate.
The door of the cubicle opened and Master Osborn stood there in the light. Spider bent his back, face down as he went in full crouch.
“It’s alright Spider, just calm down. Everything’s normal. You just have to calm down for the testing. Do you understand that? I want you to calm down.”
Master Osborn reached for his face and lifted his chin. Spider shivered.
“I don’t want to have to punish you Spider, just calm down and everything will be fine.”
His other hand caressed Spider’s hair as he said this until a green light flashed on.
Master Osborn picked up a blindfold and gently placed it over Spider’s eyes. Spider closed his eyes and felt the last glimpses of light fade away and all he heard was that voice telling him everything was fine as the pain started all over again.
There was a boy crying in the corner. They all had their own mats to sleep on, and the boy had grabbed his and had sat down in a corner trying to hide from the others. Peter checked up on him every once and a while to see if he’d gone to sleep yet. They were all quiet, so he couldn’t even hear it from a sound of sobbing, since it wasn’t there.
They couldn’t talk of course, but most of the rest of them had huddled together, even if only for warmth, but the crying boy had kept himself away from them. He looked fourteen, sixteen at most. He startled whenever one of the others came near to him and his eyes, he looked more terrified of them than he was of the guards.
Peter sat up and stared at his hands, they still hurt. Neither his aunt nor his uncle had hit him even once in their entire life. But the guards didn't seem to have the same ideas. Peter hadn't even been doing anything; that he knew of at least. They'd just told him to come forward and hold his hands out. The guard said it was a lesson. Peter had started crying midway through.
"Now you know what it feels like," the man had said, "That way you know what awaits you if you disobey your master."
As if Peter needed anything to be any more scared than he already was.
The guards had seemed in a good mood. Peter didn’t even dare wonder why. The boy suddenly started sobbing out loud. Peter stared at him stunned. How was that even possible?
He quickly jumped over to the boy, putting his finger on the boy’s lips, trying to get him to understand he had to be quiet; he couldn’t let the guards here. But the boy started screaming. Peter crouched in front of him, silently begging him to just listen.
“Get away from me you freak. I’m not like you. I’m not!”
It shocked Peter to hear his own words coming from the other kid’s lips.
“You don’t understand, you’re a monster. But I’m not like that!”
Peter tried to reach out to him, to get him to keep his mouth shut so the guards wouldn’t come, they were never discriminate when you annoyed them, especially at night.
But the kid just started screaming again, sliding away from Peter. Peter managed to get his hands on him and locked his mouth. Half a minute later he let go, hoping the other boy had calmed down. The boy was breathing hard by then.
“I just want to go home.” The kid whispered.
Peter nodded; he was still crouching and looked at his companion, tilting his head, as he hoped the boy would stay calm. The other was huddling under his mat, holding it like a blanket. He was crying again. Peter raised his finger to his moth again and then pointedly looked at the door.
The boy bit his lips.
“My name’s Bobby. He finally said. What’s yours?”
Peter rolled his eyes and pointed at his throat before shrugging.
“Sorry.” Bobby said. “Maybe I could do to the thing in your throat, what I did to mine? Shut it down?”
Peter backed away a step, shaking his head in a no. They’d find out, he wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and what then, he didn’t want to get caned again. It hurt too much, and that was when he hadn’t done anything wrong, if he let…
“Your loss.” Bobby said. “I just froze the thing. Guess I am a monster, aren’t I?”
Peter shrugged.
“I don’t think I like being a monster. They said that my mom, she, she bribed the doctor so they wouldn’t take me. But these guys were bullying a girl in my class and I just wanted to protect her. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I didn’t know I could do that”
Peter didn’t know what to say.
“They said I could have killed him. They took my mom and my dad wouldn’t even look at me, he just showed them to my room and…” He started sobbing again. “I’m not a monster.”
Peter could feel his head start to explode and got away from Bobby as far as he could. Danger was coming. Danger Danger… Suddenly the door slammed open and two of the guards stepped inside. The sound woke up the other kids in the room and most of them jumped up and went into instant position. Peter managed to get to his knees, hands on his back and head to the floor as fast as he could push himself. Bobby was staring at the door, but quickly followed as well. The guards ignored the other kids and came straight at Peter and Bobby. One of them grabbed Peter by the scruff of his neck, pushing into his collar. It felt like his veins were freezing. No fighting you freaks, How many warnings does it take to get you to understand that.
Peter trembled and tried to get his feet out under him. But his nerves were barely responding to his commands.
“No please it wasn’t his fault. He was just trying to get me to follow the rules.” Bobby started stammering. The guard dropped Peter to the floor and turned to Bobby.
“I’m sorry, I…”
Somebody shut that freak up now!” One of the guards aimed a device at Bobby, but it didn’t seem to work.
Bobby was shaking by then.
“What did you do to your chip freak?”
“I … froze it.” Bobby whispered.
The guard grabbed his whip from his belt.
“Up to the wall now.”
Peter could almost hear the rattle of Bobby’s bones as the boy moved to the wall. He and the other freaks watched and listened while Bobby screamed with every lash. His back was torn and bloody long before they were finished.
About half way through, they ordered Bobby to turn around, but the boy could barely move, so they did it to him. The whip shrieked through the air over and over again.
The air grew colder and colder, Peter could see his breath leave his mouth and before their eyes, Bobby's skin turned into ice. The ice cracked and refroze until Bobby went back to his human self, unconscious.
"Get that freak to a healer, I want him repaired before the auction and get his chip restored, no wait, just rip out his vocal chords, I don't ever want to hear his voice again. Is that understood?"
The other guards nodded and dragged Bobby out of the room.
Peter was too scared to watch him go. His mind still stuck on the A word. He’d known they were going to be sold, but he hadn’t thought that the auction would be this soon. He wasn’t ready, not by a long shot.
“Back to the wall.” Peter shivered, but obeyed, refusal at this point would only make things worse.
“Did he destroy your chip as well?” Peter quickly shook no. He desperately wanted to tell them he’d refused, that he’d been good. But any attempt to communicate at this point would only increase the punishment. “Don’t lie to me freak.” The whip came down on Peter’s chest. He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
The guard hit him a second time, but once again, not a sound came out, no matter how much Peter screamed.
“Healer now.”
He hit Peter a third and last time.
“You’re not humans; you’re freaks of nature, monstrosities. If I find any of you subhumanoids pretending to be humans ever again, I’ll personally rip out your guts, have the healer force them back in, and then rip them right out again, is that understood?!”
And it was; how could it not be, when they were led to a large truck the next morning? One freak a cage, stacked to save space with no more than a tarp to cover them against possible rain. In the blistering heat they were driving under, the lack of air only made them feel like they were boiling up. They looked like animals, and were meant to. Peter just sat there hunched up in what little shade the other cages allowed him. The others seemed to have trouble staying comfortable, Peter was almost happy that his body seemed to be made for crouching now. It made things much easier for him, than it was for any of the others.
He’d tried to find Bobby, but the truck had left, and he guessed that Bobby was in one of the cages below him. The ride took a while and Peter tried to keep busy, calculating how many of them there were in the truck, at the end he came up with a minimum of 20, maximum 40, but only if he had really miscounted the first time around.
He was forced against the bars for a second when the truck made a sudden stop. It caused a shock to go through him. He quickly curled up, away from the bars, still shaking. There was a small hole in the tarp right next to him and he watched the ray of sunlight that shone down on the girl next to him. He blushed as he noticed her breasts. She was gorgeous. He tried not to look.
There was music sounding from a car next to theirs. Peter listened to it for a second before focussing back on his calculations. The truck was still standing still. Something landed against the tarp. It made a loud thud. Several of the kids next to Peter sat up, staring at the direction of the sound, then a snap.
Peter flinched at the sudden invasion of light. They were in the open air. Peter could see a couple of kids staring at them as they were unloaded, but not allowed out of the cages. Peter felt his cage pushed on a cargo tire and sat hunched down as they passed people staring at them, all the way. Freaks, nobodies, monsters, mothers pulled their children back, so the freaks couldn’t snap at them. As if any of them would even dare move.
It wasn’t until they were inside that the cages were opened and they were allowed out for a minute to stretch their legs, well at least long enough to get to the glass cages waiting for them. It was like sitting in an aquarium.
The room started filling up with people, while servers spread around drinks and canapés. Just looking at the drinks; made Peter’s throat ache, as it reminded him of just how thirsty he was. He had to close his eyes, to keep from swallowing. A man stopped in front of his cage, Peter looked down, but not before he’d noticed the man’s dark black hair, or the light white tux. The man was holding a glass and staring at him. Peter simply trembled.
“What do you think Tony?”
“I’m not sure Norman, the ice boy could be useful for the factories, but once that’s done, the use of him is rather limited. “
“What about this one?”
Peter flinched, he didn’t think they even noticed.
“Let’s see. Super-strength, enhanced speed, enhanced reflexes, not exactly… wait a second. Precognition?”
“It seems to be limited, but it’s … interesting to say the least.” Peter shivered at the hunger in the man’s voice; he dared to look up for a second and noticed that both men were still eying him. One smiling, the other…The younger man put a hand on the glass and Peter just wanted to back away. He just didn’t dare do so.
The older man waved at one of the attendants and the girl came up to them. She clicked a button on the side of the cage and it opened up. Peter moved into instant position. It was the first position they were taught and the first one near always expected.
The woman ordered him out of the cage and stand ready for inspection.
It was odd to have their eyes on him like this. The younger man, the display lady called him mister Stark, and the older man, who was called mister Osborn, were fussing with some kind of recording device and checking the readings. The woman gave Mister Osborn a taser and Peter could feel a burst of warning every time it was building towards a shock. By the third time Mister Stark put an end to it. “I think that’s enough for now Norman, no need to hurt the boy.” Peter fought the urge to fall over.
Mister Stark left with the display lady, while Mister Osborn stayed with Peter. Peter kept his head bowed desperately not looking at the man in front of him. Peter nearly flinched back as Osborn continued his inspection, checking his arms, his legs. Peter cringed as the man’s roaming hands went over his privates, separating his balls, as Osborn felt him up. Peter knew that this would happen; the guards had warned them not to try anything when this happened, They had said that owners might want check their potential for breeding. But he still couldn’t help the shivers he got as Mister Osborn kneaded his cock, his hand rubbing harshly up and down the organ in question. Peter could feel his entire body start to flush as his mind started racing, simply not understanding.
‘Penile Erection, enlargement, hardening, and elevation of the male reproductive organ, the penis. Internally, the penis has three long masses of cylindrical tissue, known as erectile tissue, that are bound together by fibrous tissue. The two identical areas running along the sides of the penis are termed corpora cavernosa; the third mass, known as the corpus spongiosum, lies below the…’ But no matter how much he tried to focus his thoughts on the scientific theory, the reality was that a man had a hand on his cock and that his cock was responding to it and that he had to be sick, because why else would something like that be exciting him?
And for the first time since he’d been taken from his aunt and uncle’s home, he truly believed he was a monster. Because only monsters could enjoy something like this? He just wanted the man to let go, but he didn’t, he kept rubbing, until Peter felt the need to come and then just as he was about to blow, the man grabbed Peter’s cock too tightly for anything to happen.
“Not yet, not until you’ve earned it.” And then he grabbed some kind of a ring and bound it tightly over Peter’s weary member.
Peter was panting by this point, once again bent over in a kneel when Mister Stark returned. Mister Stark placed a bowl of water in front of him and Peter swallowed as much of it as he possibly could before anyone could tell him to stop.
Spider was strapped in the examination chair, his hands were tied to the armrests while his legs were spread apart and his feet tied down to keep him from falling off. The room was kept chilly to protect the equipment inside of it and Spider tried not to notice the cold metal of the chair under his naked skin. He hated this room, this lab and this chair in particular. Master Osborn had come to get him for his weekly testing half an hour earlier and Spider had almost hoped that Master Stark would stop him. He didn’t know why, he shouldn’t have, but some part of him almost expected Master Stark to protect him. It was too foolish an idea to even consider.
It never started too bad, tests of his hearing, his eyes. With sounds so high pitched they nearly made his ears bleed and sudden flashes that almost blinded him. He answered their questions with yes or no and numbered responses of how much something did or didn’t hurt. Or more accurately, the precise amount of pain, since it rarely if ever didn’t hurt.. It was one of the few times he was allowed to talk, even if only because they didn’t want to waste time finding out otherwise. Talking hurt his throat, by the time they took away his voice again, he was grateful for it.
No matter what tests they put him through, no matter what findings they came up with, it always ended here, in this chair, with Master Osborn coming up to him with some kind of syringe. He was getting more and more eager for it, with every single time it happened. He didn’t know what was in it, but it made his nerves burn and his joints slide and no matter how much it hurt, he needed it. He hated it, he hated it when he still got it once a month, he despised it when they started giving it to him every two weeks, now he got it weekly, but by the time the week was half over, he was already close to begging for more of it.
Master Osborn would inject it in his calf, or his arms, or whatever vein he felt like using that day and Peter would stare up at him. And then Mister Osborn would start applying more sensors, as if the ones that were already there were going to miss some vital detail, which these new ones wouldn’t.
His head started bursting under new information, as he could begin to feel vibrations in the room, shaking and stirring, with every move made by those surrounding him. His nerve endings were hypersensitive and he could feel it as Master Osborn’s fingers opened up his anus and started inserting a probe. Some things were just not supposed to go inside your body down there, that was one thing Spider was entirely sure off. Not that it mattered to his master, far as Master Osborn was concerned, this was just normal and par for the course.
His Master laid his hand on Spider's and Spider turned to him, begging for it all to end. Then the Master's hand slid down his arm, to his stomach, forming a path over Spider's sweat. It hurt, his nerves were burning, sensitive and the incessant touching only made it worse. When the Master's hand finally stopped on his cock, it hardened almost instantly under his touch. Too used to the routine of this.
His mouth fell open in a silent scream as large fingers reached in behind the device implanted earlier and pulled it back for a few inches, checked some readings before pushing it back inside with a twist. “Now that wasn’t too bad, now was it?”
The Master grabbed a container and told Spider to let it go. But Spider knew that that wasn’t what the Master wanted, so he waited. Then Master Osborn touched his cock, stroked over it, until it hurt, his nails trailing over the slit at the top. Not yet, not until the Master was ready.
He just lay there as his Master’s fingers reached up and held him in his hands as if ready to rip it all off, and the way it felt, he might as well end its suffering.
Uhum."
Spider opened his eyes, his sight was still hazy. Master Stark stood in the door.
"Is something wrong Tony?"
Master Osborn let go of Spider, and from his glare Spider knew he'd better let go and fast. He always looked like that when he was in a hurry. Afterwards he picked up the container and put it on a tray.
“I was about to leave in half an hour, I came to see if you were finished yet?”
Spider shivered. Unable to move or run away.
“Just give us some time to clean him up, and he should be ready to go in ten minutes.”
Master Stark kept standing there, even as one of the doctors clinically removed the probes and Spider was released from the chair. It was almost a comfort to know that Master Osborn didn’t join him in the cleaning room. The high pressure spray wasn’t nearly as painful or invasive as Master Osborn could be when he decided to put an effort in scrubbing Spider.
By the time he was once again dressed and ready to follow Master Stark, he was willing to walk into hell for the man.
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and Spider it is so sad! I reaaaaaaaaally hope this story has a happy ending eventually... or even moderately pleasent?
Is the drug he is injecting Spidey with a known one, one within the MU like OZ or something else?
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More, more, more.
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I know it's a Cap. and Tony fic, but I really love the bits with Peter and Tony <33.
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And well it's Cap/Tony/Peter, so there will be more Tony and Peter bits.
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spider D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D:
evil evil norman >__<
please make better now?
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