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amalthiaTitle: The Cell
Author: Amalthia
Rating: NC-17 RAPE WARNING
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Category: not sure
Spoilers: none
Summary: Aliens make John rape Elizabeth.
Originally I planned this to be for the 38 minute challenge, I came in at about 50 minutes...so didn't think it would be fair to say I actually did that challenge. However it fits another challenge on sga_flashfic....I posted it last night and discovered today that I had a bunch of errors in the story. That's what happens when you don't beta read a story you wrote in just under an hour at 1am in the morning. So today since I had a bit more time I fixed the story up a little. and I'm posting the revised version here in my LJ...Okay I can't even really say this is much of a story. more like a PWP rape scene...I'm not really planning to writing more with this one, just figured I ought to try one of the challenges out and I've yet to find a lot of darkfics in Atlantis...so I gave it a shot.
p.s. It was weird writing a male/female rape story....after writing so many male/male stories I hadn't realized how tough it would be to switch genders.
Elizabeth sat up when the cell door opened. The guards pushed John into the room slammed the door closed and locked it. John stumbled and nearly fell when his bare feet tripped over his BDU ankle ties.
She went to his side and offered him her hand, "John, are you okay?"
He didn't touch her as he straightened to his full height, which wasn't that much taller than her without shoes. Elizabeth took a step back when she saw his expression. She's never seen John like this before and it worried her. His attention turned to the small camera set high in the corner of the ceiling. He looked at the watch on his wrist, clenched his fists, and looked at her again. "John, talk to me. What did they do? Rodney, Teyla are they okay? Did you see them?"
He didn't answer. She tried to read his expression but his cold eyes and set jaw didn't explain what he was thinking. Elizabeth inched forward. What had happened when their captors took John away over an hour ago?
John grabbed her hand before she could touch him. She flinched at his abrupt move and tried to pull her hand free from his tight grip. "John, let go of my hand." He stepped closer and she backed away until her legs hit the bed frame. He continued to hold her hand. "That's an order, Major." She set her face into what she hoped was her don't fuck with me expression.
Which is why, when he grabbed her hair and pulled her into a kiss it took her a moment before she came to her senses. She brought her free hand up between them and pushed hard, he stumbled back, and she quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"What are you doing?" She yelled. Strange thoughts went through her head. Was this Major Sheppard? Was someone else controlling his mind...His eyes darkened and he moved closer to her again. She sidestepped away and went to the other side of the small cell. He followed.
"John, what the hell is going on? Talk to me."
His refusal to answer fuelled her fury. "This isn't funny." She detected a note of hysteria in her voice as she sidestepped him again. He was playing some game with her. The cell was too small for her to really run. Eventually she ended up back near the bed and this time when John attacked he didn't back off.
John had taught her some self defense moves during the first few months in Atlantis; more after the Genii had attacked, but as the Wraith came closer and they both became too busy with running the city and trying to find a way to stay alive they'd stopped the lessons and hadn't continued them since.
She attempted to use one of the tricks he'd shown her, but he anticipated her move and deflected the blow. Elizabeth honestly hadn't expected him to slap her, or that he wouldn't hold back. The force of the blow knocked her off her feet; she fell to the floor but didn't have a chance to get away before he landed on top of her.
"Get off of me!" She yelled and punched him in the face. Her knuckles hurt where they hit his mouth, but she refused to stop fighting. She was not a small woman and she used her legs to kick him. He grunted and doubled over long enough for her to wiggle away and climb to her feet again. Her hand stung and her shirt was ripped in several places.
"John. Please, stop this." She panted for air, more scared than angry. He got to his feet again one hand came to his mouth and rubbed the spot where she split her knuckles on his lips and teeth. He flicked the blood away; she watched the droplets of blood land on the bedcover.
He came at her again and she twisted out of the way and almost made it until his hand grabbed her hair. Agony ripped through her skull and she screamed. She bit his wrist and he punched her in the gut and let go of her hair at the same time. The blow knocked her down. She landed on the cement floor, gasping for air. Her breath completely knocked out. Her cheek pressed against the cold concrete.
Hurting all over she couldn't move at first, but she couldn't give in, she didn't think she could live with herself if she didn't fight as hard as possible. She slapped her hands down on the ground and almost made it to her feet when John grabbed her from behind and swung her somehow so that she landed on the thin bed. Well half of her hit the bed, her knees hit the floor painfully hard and she screamed. He didn't give her a chance to move. His chest pressed against her back holding her to the bed. One hand held her neck down while his other fumbled at her belt and the buttons on her pants. She tried to reach behind her with her hands to grab his hands, to stop him. But she couldn't see and with her face pressed against the thin mattress she couldn't use any real force.
She sobbed for air. He wasn't gentle when he yanked her pants down her thighs. "John, please." The air felt cool as it hit her naked skin. John wouldn't hurt her, except he was.
He let go of her neck, grabbed her arms and pulled her up. She never appreciated just how strong he was until he hauled her to her feet and pushed her back down on the bed on her back. He finished pulling her pants off and quickly covered her body, using his knee to force her legs apart. He adjusted his grip on her wrists to hold her with one hand while his other unbuttoned his own pants.
She fought to the very end, until his black shirt pressed against her mostly naked chest and she felt his erection nudging at her thighs, seeking entry. He used his free hand to pull one leg up and he slid in dry and hurting. She bit her lip to keep from sobbing or begging. He paused for a moment and rested his head just under her chin; she felt his hot breath on her skin, and she shuddered. He began to thrust gently and slowly until her body adjusted. She couldn't stop trembling, even as he propped himself up on his elbows, and readjusted his grip on her hands.
She finally looked up at him, and he averted his gaze. His expression was dark and angry. She turned her head to the side she didn't want him to see her and she couldn't stop the questions running through her mind. Why was he doing this to her? Why wouldn't he talk? She trusted him and that's what hurt the most.
When she looked up at him again, his cold expression was gone and replaced by eyes swimming with unshed tears. He pressed his head at the v of her neck and she didn't know if the wetness she felt was sweat or John's tears.
Above John's shoulder she saw the green light of the camera and wondered what they had done to convince John to do this to her.
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"I can't believe he did it." McKay struggled against the ties holding him to the chair in front of the monitor. "He actually did it."
Teyla sat still and tried not to watch the monitor as John raped Elizabeth. "He's doing it for us." Guilt ate Teyla at those words. "I'm sure Elizabeth will understand once we tell her what would have happened if he didn't obey our captor's commands. Would you not have done the same to save the lives of the people you care about?"
Rodney started to shake his head but stopped. "Yeah, I guess I would. I mean rape isn't worse than death is it?" He didn't sound so sure himself.
Teyla didn't answer.
Author: Amalthia
Rating: NC-17 RAPE WARNING
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Category: not sure
Spoilers: none
Summary: Aliens make John rape Elizabeth.
Originally I planned this to be for the 38 minute challenge, I came in at about 50 minutes...so didn't think it would be fair to say I actually did that challenge. However it fits another challenge on sga_flashfic....I posted it last night and discovered today that I had a bunch of errors in the story. That's what happens when you don't beta read a story you wrote in just under an hour at 1am in the morning. So today since I had a bit more time I fixed the story up a little. and I'm posting the revised version here in my LJ...Okay I can't even really say this is much of a story. more like a PWP rape scene...I'm not really planning to writing more with this one, just figured I ought to try one of the challenges out and I've yet to find a lot of darkfics in Atlantis...so I gave it a shot.
p.s. It was weird writing a male/female rape story....after writing so many male/male stories I hadn't realized how tough it would be to switch genders.
Elizabeth sat up when the cell door opened. The guards pushed John into the room slammed the door closed and locked it. John stumbled and nearly fell when his bare feet tripped over his BDU ankle ties.
She went to his side and offered him her hand, "John, are you okay?"
He didn't touch her as he straightened to his full height, which wasn't that much taller than her without shoes. Elizabeth took a step back when she saw his expression. She's never seen John like this before and it worried her. His attention turned to the small camera set high in the corner of the ceiling. He looked at the watch on his wrist, clenched his fists, and looked at her again. "John, talk to me. What did they do? Rodney, Teyla are they okay? Did you see them?"
He didn't answer. She tried to read his expression but his cold eyes and set jaw didn't explain what he was thinking. Elizabeth inched forward. What had happened when their captors took John away over an hour ago?
John grabbed her hand before she could touch him. She flinched at his abrupt move and tried to pull her hand free from his tight grip. "John, let go of my hand." He stepped closer and she backed away until her legs hit the bed frame. He continued to hold her hand. "That's an order, Major." She set her face into what she hoped was her don't fuck with me expression.
Which is why, when he grabbed her hair and pulled her into a kiss it took her a moment before she came to her senses. She brought her free hand up between them and pushed hard, he stumbled back, and she quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"What are you doing?" She yelled. Strange thoughts went through her head. Was this Major Sheppard? Was someone else controlling his mind...His eyes darkened and he moved closer to her again. She sidestepped away and went to the other side of the small cell. He followed.
"John, what the hell is going on? Talk to me."
His refusal to answer fuelled her fury. "This isn't funny." She detected a note of hysteria in her voice as she sidestepped him again. He was playing some game with her. The cell was too small for her to really run. Eventually she ended up back near the bed and this time when John attacked he didn't back off.
John had taught her some self defense moves during the first few months in Atlantis; more after the Genii had attacked, but as the Wraith came closer and they both became too busy with running the city and trying to find a way to stay alive they'd stopped the lessons and hadn't continued them since.
She attempted to use one of the tricks he'd shown her, but he anticipated her move and deflected the blow. Elizabeth honestly hadn't expected him to slap her, or that he wouldn't hold back. The force of the blow knocked her off her feet; she fell to the floor but didn't have a chance to get away before he landed on top of her.
"Get off of me!" She yelled and punched him in the face. Her knuckles hurt where they hit his mouth, but she refused to stop fighting. She was not a small woman and she used her legs to kick him. He grunted and doubled over long enough for her to wiggle away and climb to her feet again. Her hand stung and her shirt was ripped in several places.
"John. Please, stop this." She panted for air, more scared than angry. He got to his feet again one hand came to his mouth and rubbed the spot where she split her knuckles on his lips and teeth. He flicked the blood away; she watched the droplets of blood land on the bedcover.
He came at her again and she twisted out of the way and almost made it until his hand grabbed her hair. Agony ripped through her skull and she screamed. She bit his wrist and he punched her in the gut and let go of her hair at the same time. The blow knocked her down. She landed on the cement floor, gasping for air. Her breath completely knocked out. Her cheek pressed against the cold concrete.
Hurting all over she couldn't move at first, but she couldn't give in, she didn't think she could live with herself if she didn't fight as hard as possible. She slapped her hands down on the ground and almost made it to her feet when John grabbed her from behind and swung her somehow so that she landed on the thin bed. Well half of her hit the bed, her knees hit the floor painfully hard and she screamed. He didn't give her a chance to move. His chest pressed against her back holding her to the bed. One hand held her neck down while his other fumbled at her belt and the buttons on her pants. She tried to reach behind her with her hands to grab his hands, to stop him. But she couldn't see and with her face pressed against the thin mattress she couldn't use any real force.
She sobbed for air. He wasn't gentle when he yanked her pants down her thighs. "John, please." The air felt cool as it hit her naked skin. John wouldn't hurt her, except he was.
He let go of her neck, grabbed her arms and pulled her up. She never appreciated just how strong he was until he hauled her to her feet and pushed her back down on the bed on her back. He finished pulling her pants off and quickly covered her body, using his knee to force her legs apart. He adjusted his grip on her wrists to hold her with one hand while his other unbuttoned his own pants.
She fought to the very end, until his black shirt pressed against her mostly naked chest and she felt his erection nudging at her thighs, seeking entry. He used his free hand to pull one leg up and he slid in dry and hurting. She bit her lip to keep from sobbing or begging. He paused for a moment and rested his head just under her chin; she felt his hot breath on her skin, and she shuddered. He began to thrust gently and slowly until her body adjusted. She couldn't stop trembling, even as he propped himself up on his elbows, and readjusted his grip on her hands.
She finally looked up at him, and he averted his gaze. His expression was dark and angry. She turned her head to the side she didn't want him to see her and she couldn't stop the questions running through her mind. Why was he doing this to her? Why wouldn't he talk? She trusted him and that's what hurt the most.
When she looked up at him again, his cold expression was gone and replaced by eyes swimming with unshed tears. He pressed his head at the v of her neck and she didn't know if the wetness she felt was sweat or John's tears.
Above John's shoulder she saw the green light of the camera and wondered what they had done to convince John to do this to her.
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"I can't believe he did it." McKay struggled against the ties holding him to the chair in front of the monitor. "He actually did it."
Teyla sat still and tried not to watch the monitor as John raped Elizabeth. "He's doing it for us." Guilt ate Teyla at those words. "I'm sure Elizabeth will understand once we tell her what would have happened if he didn't obey our captor's commands. Would you not have done the same to save the lives of the people you care about?"
Rodney started to shake his head but stopped. "Yeah, I guess I would. I mean rape isn't worse than death is it?" He didn't sound so sure himself.
Teyla didn't answer.
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