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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      The_Condesce_&_Dirk_Strider, The_Condesce/Dirk_Strider
  Character:
      Dirk_Strider, The_Condesce
  Additional Tags:
      Non-Consensual_Oral_Sex, Loss_of_Control, Dissociation, Size_Difference,
      Homestuck_Kink_Meme, Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-10 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 2970
****** Bowing ******
by Makizushi
Summary
     From the Kink Meme: "Condesce forces a very unwilling Dirk to give
     her a blow job. That's it that's the whole prompt."
     Her Imperious Condescension graciously educates Dirk Strider on the
     finer points of bowing.
Notes
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See the end of the work for more notes
He failed.
He was sick with it, like the knowledge was a disease infecting his blood. He
was nothing in the wake of how monstrously he had fucked up, or he was the very
embodiment of failure, he couldn't decide. When it came to dicking things over
he worked on a truly epic, practically universe ending scale. Lifetime
guarantee.
Dirk contemplated the enormity of his sins and resisted the urge to delve
further into dramatics while crouched in the corner of Her Imperial
Condescension’s prison block. He had tried everything to escape, subsequently
losing more and more of his personal items. At this point his strife deck and
sylladex had both been emptied, and his shades were gone. The Condesce's weird
little minions also forced him to change clothes and inexplicably taken his
shoes and socks. The beige tunic and loose leggings made speed and stealth
rather difficult, which might have been the point.
His latest escape attempt failed on both the escaping and information gathering
fronts. He had turned up nothing new to use for future plans. The fates and
whereabouts of his friends also remained a mystery. Grinding for information
seemed to be his only option at this point, he needed to get out of this
ridiculous prison and fix his mess.
He had just begun planning a fresh bid for freedom when the door to his cell
opened. Flash stepping past the guards had never worked before, but desperation
forced him to give it another try. There was a split second where his hopes
rose- there was only one person outside the door!- but they were quickly dashed
when an unnaturally fast and large hand closed around his neck.
“Woah buoy, where d'you sink you're goin'?” The Condesce gave him a little
shake. “I came all the wave here to visit you. Rude.” She stepped into the cell
and closed the door behind her, Dirk choking and gasping as she dragged him
along. Dirk's hands instinctively flew to her iron hard fingers and scrabbled
at them ineffectively as he stumbled in her wake, feet barely touching the
floor. She did not even seem to notice his struggling before she deposited him
in front of her. He fell to one knee when she released his neck and coughed a
few times at the inrush of air burning his throat.
Once he was able to breathe again Dirk reached desperately for his composure
and mental faculties. This was new (terrifying). New events supplied new data
(danger). He had stalled out in his escape attempts (failed failed failed) and
the Condesce was the one person (monster) who might know about his (living,
living, please still be living) friends. He smoothed his metaphorically ruffled
feathers and straightened up, best poker face firmly in place.
The Condesce was huge in a way that seemed to fill all the available space in
the room and then some. Her hair was everywhere and her coloring was all wrong
for her disconcertingly humanoid form. Dirk felt a sudden, visceral need for
his glasses that had nothing to do with their technological capabilities. Her
eyes were a darker pink than Roxy's and full of cruel boredom. This was not how
Dirk would have hoped to make a first impression on a powerful enemy.
“So, my guards tell me you're a particularly octopusy guest.” She crossed her
arms and considered him disdainfully. “Constantly tryin' to jet away,
uncooperative, unshellpful, the whole deel. I'm here to tell you that's all
aboat to stop. Keel-hauling my royeel bass all the way down here to deel with a
brat ain't a productive use a my time.”
“Yeah, okay, I'll just do that.” Dirk deadpanned, matching her disdain with
indifference. If she expected her mere presence to cow him she was out of her
mind. That shit did not work on Sburb players or rebels' kids.
“Tanks, that's reel good of you.” she jeered. “Buoy, you ain't comprehendin'
the position that you're in. I fuckin' own this bitch, and let me be clear, by
'this bitch' I mean any and everythin' I dam whale please, includin' your
stupid bass.”
“Oh, no, my apologies, let me just fall to my knees and worship you. It's not
like you exterminated my entire species through sheer malicious stupidity or
anything. All hail.” Taunting and pissing off fish Hitler was probably not the
best way to gather information, but Dirk was rattled and that came through as
sarcastic hostility. He closed his mouth deliberately and steeled himself
against the urge to ramble.
“You seem awful familiar. Did I krill an ancestor a your's or somefin? Whale, a
course I would have, you bein' a disgustin' mammal and all, but your smart
fucking mouth is ticklin' my brine.” She looked him over consideringly. “Ah
whale, doesn't reely matter does it?”
Dirk took a breath and did not tell her his bro had, in fact, mattered. He did
not punch her, back away, or do anything but maintain bored, slightly insolent
eye contact. The goal was to steer the conversation to something useful, not
pick a fight. Even when she reached out and grabbed his hair in a tight fist he
kept his (mostly) indifferent composure.
The Condesce was uncomfortably close now, bending over him slightly and looking
into his face with growing delight. “Yeah, I sink I just might remember a human
like you. You were all such docile little things; I loved it when you had a
prop-oar violent streak.” She reminisced almost fondly.” You got some fight in
you, little manatee?”
The foolish notion that Dirk had any control over the situation crumbled under
the weight of her leering smile. The first remotely helpful thing he could
think of fell out of his mouth. “I'm probably the first human you've seen in
ages.” he blurted, half praying she would contradict him. His desire to have
information about his friends warred with his hope that they had gone
unnoticed.
“Aw, don't be jellyouse bay. You're certainly the prettiest human I've sean in
a long whale.” The hand in Dirk's hair wrenched his head even further back as
she bent to kiss him. His eyes widened in shock, he clamped his lips firmly
shut and tried to push away from her. Painted lips smiled against his. She used
her thumb and forefingers to painfully squeeze his jaw and force his mouth
open.
Kissing had been a fun if somewhat stressful experiment with Jake; this was
nothing like that. Her teeth were sharp, and she was forcing him; her tongue
was big, and she was forcing him. Adrenalin coursed through him and his heart
pounded in his ears. The Condesce lowered her hand from his face to tightly
grip his upper right arm, leaving him the opportunity to try and bite her
disgusting, slimy tongue off. To his utter dismay she moaned into his mouth,
and the cold, salty taste of her blood nearly made him gag. She pulled him
tighter to her and he redoubled his efforts to push, squirm, and stomp his way
free.
Finally, finally, she pulled away and resumed examining his horrified face.
Dirk quickly got his breathing under control again. He knew his hair was fucked
and his (bare exposed naked) eyes were freaked out, but looking like a
frightened little kid (prey) would only make things worse.
“What the fuck lady?” He spat. “Creepy-vampire age difference is not my thing.”
He tried again to jerk himself free. “You're immortal and you rule the
universe, there has to be someone out there you can mack on consensually. Find
an interested party and stop perving on kids. Gay kids. Gay human kids.”
“Like I said, I'm not shore you fully grasp the situation.” She shook him
again, hard. “I own you motherfucker. I own everyfin you are, were, and ever
whale be. I own everyfin you've ever sean and everyone you've ever spoken to.
You want what I want. This misunderswimmin' is the root of the problems you're
causing, and you whale be school fed.” With that she yanked her hand free of
his hair and a non-trivial number of strands followed, making his eyes water.
She steered him by his upper arm to the low, hard sleeping platform in the
corner of his cell. “You said somefin earlier aboat kneeling? Nah. Lesson one:
Bowing.”
Dirk's lower legs hit the platform hard, collapsing him forward onto his knees
and free hand. The Condesce swung him to face her, and he shouted “No!” while
trying to back away. Dirk did not know what he was feeling at the moment,
everything was happening so fast. He was scared, and sick, and angry; so
extremely angry.
His stomach dropped when he saw her pull down the nearly imperceptible
waistband of her skin tight black pants. He viciously hoped he threw up on her
freaky alien tenta-dick. Nausea radiated from his stomach to become a
shivering, full body experience. He was probably going to throw up on her
freaky alien tenta-dick if it didn't choke him to death first. She reached for
his face again and he used his free hand to push with all his might and twist
away from her.
Unfortunately, while he was not strong enough to force himself away from her,
he was strong enough to dislocate his own shoulder in the attempt. He gasped in
pain and the Condesce seized his free arm and lifted him roughly back into
position, kneeling on the platform in front of her. Her once mildly painful
grip on his right arm was now excruciating, and his eyes were watering freely.
“Would you fuckin' cuttle that shit out? Coddam wiggler.”
Dirk got his first really good look at the fuchsia horror in front of him. He
had a basic understanding of troll anatomy thanks to the internet, but he was
not prepared to see it disconcertingly pink, unpleasantly moist, and
unsettelingly mobile right in his face. His labored breath hissed heavily
through his teeth from pain and exertion, but like hell was he going to open
his mouth right now or perhaps ever again. The Condesce pulled his chin up,
forcing him out of his protective hunch. Dirk glared at her hard through a haze
of pain, tears, and sick anticipation.
Her smile was razor sharp, “That's the look I remember, pretty human buoy.”
She forced his mouth open again with infuriating ease and crooned, “If you like
wearing the head you current-ly have on your shoalders you whale naut bite me
again. Maybe I'll just remove your sword-fish arm, how aboat that? Or,” She
smiled slowly, “I could take control of your body.” Her tiara glowed
momentarily with a different symbol. “Would you like that bay? You want me in
your mouth and mind?” Dirk shuddered horribly. “I thought naut.”
This was happening. He wished it was already over and he was looking back on
it, analyzing it, or maybe sectioning it off as something that happened to a
different splinter of himself. He already had so many ridiculous shards
floating around, would one more hurt anything? There was drool dripping
disgustingly from his open mouth. Absurdly, he worried his sleeping platform
would get dirty and felt a moment of gratitude that his shoes had been stolen.
No shoes on the bed.
Two cold fingers slid into his mouth and pressed on his tongue. They tasted
like sweat from his own skin. Mouths did not open any wider. He tried to
control his shallow, panicky breathing. How did people breathe with freaky
alien octo-cock down their throat? Did they? He tried to take a deep breath but
the air was heavy with the smell and taste of sex and it made his stomach roil.
Would she kill him when he vomited? Would that be better?
The Condesce forced Dirk's mouth onto the tip of her bulge. It wiggled in the
heat of his mouth and she pulled him forward to take in more. His free hand
acted on instinct once again, scrabbling and pushing at the Condesce's hip. He
painfully curled his injured arm around his stomach, fighting down nausea. The
mental image of puke filling his nose made him recoil, and he firmly shouldered
it aside. All that struggling made the Condesce groan “Cod, yes, fight me!” and
thrust deeper into his throat. One sharp nailed hand was buried in his hair and
the other (finally yes thank you) let go of his right arm and stroked the
emerging length of bulge that was not currently in Dirk.
The size of the thing did not seem possible. Had she done this to other humans?
Had she done this to his Bro? Bro was strong and good and did not fail
spectacularly at everything like Dirk. He failed the Game, he failed his
friends, and now he was getting face fucked by Her Imperial Condescension. She
pulled out enough for him to gasp half a breath with a sharp “AH-” and
immediately plunged in even deeper than before. She rolled her hips and pulled
his hair to force him to move with her, setting a kind of rhythm. She pull him
off and he coughed fuchsia or gasped air then thrust forward into him again
where she worked herself hard and deep in his throat. He felt raw and the salt
taste of her burned, but the coolness was almost soothing. Silver lining.
Everything about about her invaded him. All of his senses were overwhelmed. He
existed in a world of No, and pink; Stop, and black; Please, and gold on gray.
Her heavy hair was draped over his body, he heard and saw the swishing motion
of it. (“oh shell yes”) She smelled and tasted like her blood but somehow even
saltier.
Dirk felt like she would split him in half or take his head off at any moment.
One corner of his mouth had cracked and somehow the sting of it registered
sharply among all of the other pains assaulting his body. (“good buoy, so
pretty in pink”) Jake's lips were constantly chapped and cracked from being
outside in all weather. He refused to take care of his skin beyond the most
basic and intermittent bathing. Bathing was good. He was teased for his
legendary eternal showers. (“this is what humans were for, so warm and soft”)
He wanted to break the record for hottest and longest shower in any universe if
he survived.
If he survived what was happening.
Dirk's mind shied away from coming back to the present. He let it wander and
tried to stop struggling, she got off on him fighting anyway. (“little lowblood
fucktoy”) Maybe he should fight her and hope she finished soon. Or killed him.
He couldn't decide, so he didn't, and his mind shuddered away from the
humiliation, anger, and fear.
Out. “Ahh-”
In. “Mmh.”
Thrust. Struggle. Happening and happening and happening. Everything was so real
it felt fake, like a high frame rate video.
He felt warmth trickle down his scalp and the back of his neck. She must have
sliced him open with her insane claw-nails. He felt cold trickle down his
throat into his queasy stomach and hoped it would be over soon. By the time she
grabbed his hand and forced it between her thighs Dirk was ready to do
anything, anything to just be able to breathe again. Lots of his skills came
quickly in dire circumstances; fixing electronics, setting a wound, getting an
alien rapist off. Important survival skills like that.
He pushed his fingers into the slick folds of her nook and his hand was almost
instantly dripping to the wrist. She gave him fewer and fewer opportunities to
gasp for breath, rolling her hips into his mouth and onto his hand with fervor.
It was weird that she would have such a thing for humans. She said he was the
prettiest. She cannot have noticed the others then; Jake the masculine paragon,
Jane with her goddess perfection, Roxy and her classical beauty. They must be
safe from her (please let them be safe from this.)
The huge bulge thrust so deep Dirk was sure it damaged something, the pain so
sharp he nearly blacked out. She held him there, his eyes clenched shut,
churning in his mouth and writhing sickeningly deep inside him. With a shout
and a curse Dirk felt himself flooded with cold. He was going to drown in it.
He felt her bulge sliding out, and out, and out until she was coming on him
instead of in him.
When she let go of his hair he bent over sharply and brought up an even darker
shade of purple-pink, probably a mixture of genetic fluid, blood, and whatever
else could possibly escape his stomach. Several organs, his tarnished soul
maybe. He took painful, shuddering breaths in between quick bursts of coughing.
The Condesce, he noticed dully, wiped her hands on the back of his prison
tunic.
Staying still seemed to be the best option at the moment. He was huddled
forward over his knees, his arms drawn tightly into himself. Fuchsia striped
gray legs stepped away and came back clad in black leggings. The fabric was so
dark it didn't even show moisture, much less a stain. The hair that had taken
over his world was picked up and smoothed back, brought nominally under control
by cold, clean hands.
The Condesce canted her hips and made a considering noise. “No, you've almost
got it but naut quite.” Dirk flinched hard when she pulled him up by his
shoulders. A single harsh sob escaped him as she dragged his arms away from his
body, pinned his palms to the platform in front of him, and finally pushed him
back down.
“There you go bay. Sea? Bowing.”
End Notes
     Cleaned up and cross posted from the Kink Meme.
     This is not only the first fan fiction I have written, but my first
     attempt at fiction writing ever. I hope readers enjoy it. (???)
     (Perhaps the wrong word for this type of fic.)
     Please let me know what you think, and thank you.
     Wanna ask me questions? Prompt me things? See other stuff I write?
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