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Title : His Choice
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Lester/OCs, (Lester/)Connor, Wilder
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Warning: Multiple rape
Summary : Written for
echo_fangirl for the
primeval_denial Christmas Kink Challenge.
“You or the boy, your choice,” Wilder said, his face devoid of all compassion.
Connor opened his mouth to reply, but Lester beat him to it, simply turning his back on their tormentors and leaning on the table, hands gripping the edge to steady himself.
The expression of icy disdain on Lester’s face didn’t waiver for an instant. Not when rough hands pulled down his once-immaculate trousers and silk boxers, not when the first soldier entered him or even the second.
By the time the third one stepped up to take his place in the line, tears were tracking down Connor’s cheeks and he was ready to tell the bastards whatever they wanted to know, but the look Lester had thrown over his shoulder held him silent, pinned in place like a butterfly on a display board.
So he watched while they fucked his lover’s arse until it was raw and bleeding.
And he kept silent, because that was what Lester wanted.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Lester/OCs, (Lester/)Connor, Wilder
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Warning: Multiple rape
Summary : Written for
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“You or the boy, your choice,” Wilder said, his face devoid of all compassion.
Connor opened his mouth to reply, but Lester beat him to it, simply turning his back on their tormentors and leaning on the table, hands gripping the edge to steady himself.
The expression of icy disdain on Lester’s face didn’t waiver for an instant. Not when rough hands pulled down his once-immaculate trousers and silk boxers, not when the first soldier entered him or even the second.
By the time the third one stepped up to take his place in the line, tears were tracking down Connor’s cheeks and he was ready to tell the bastards whatever they wanted to know, but the look Lester had thrown over his shoulder held him silent, pinned in place like a butterfly on a display board.
So he watched while they fucked his lover’s arse until it was raw and bleeding.
And he kept silent, because that was what Lester wanted.