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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Carson/Ferality
  Character:
      Carson, Ferality_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Knifeplay, Blood, Cutting, Marking_property, Rape, Kidnapping, Slavery,
      Non-human_characters, Monster_Boy, Fae_Girl
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-28 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1392
****** Taming a Fae ******
by KinkyEmerald
Summary
     A monster boy makes a fae girl his slave.
Notes
     Please heed the tags!
See the end of the work for more notes
She had met him when she was twelve. She had been lost, hungry, and desperate;
a dirty child rummaging through his trash cans. He had walked out the back door
and caught her in the act, but before she had the chance to flee, the stranger
had offered her a meal and a few minutes of precious shelter. Of course she
accepted. Kindness was a rare gift for a winged child. It would be a waste to
squander it.
As she had sipped fresh, cool water, in-between bites of a ham sandwich, the
older boy had introduced himself as Carson. No last name, but that was common
among those who weren't quite human. And although he looked human at a glance,
there were little signs about him. Signs she should have noticed. But all she
had noticed were his generousity, and his handsome light blue eyes.
Carson had complimented her wings, tracing fingertips along the delicate
membranes. He had asked question after question about her flying ability, which
she had happily answered as she drank and ate her fill. Even after she was done
eating, he continued to talk with her. She couldn't quite remember, but she
didn't think anyone had really talked to her since running away from home,
aside from yells of "get out of my trash, mutant!" and the like. He even asked
her name, at the end. "Ferality," she had said, elated that someone wanted to
know.
Carson had thought for a moment. "That's a little long, isn't it?" He had
winked at her and decided, "I'll call you Fera."
They were friends from then on. He would feed her when she would otherwise
starve, and she would bring him interesting things she found from her trips
above the ground. He talked to her, complimented her, made her feel special. It
had only taken a couple of weeks for her to conclude that this boy was a
perfect angel. An angel she was in love with.
Her brain ached. How had she ended up here? All she could remember were the
good times she'd shared with Carson. She couldn't even remember falling asleep
last night. Not being able to remember terrified her. How could she make the
right decision now when she didn't even know what had happened?
His eyes. They were right there. She startled against the wall; the chains
binding her wrists clanking. Carson was watching her with a neutral expression.
She struggled. "Carson..." Her head swam. "Why am I here?" He looked on,
impassive. Inexplicibly, panic bubbled through her veins. "Carson, please!" she
cried. "I want to go home!"
Something in his expression snapped, and he grinned, teeth longer and sharper
than a human should ever have. "Guess what, Fera? This is your home now."
Her breath stuck and died in her throat.
Out of his pants' pocket came a knife. He flicked it open and closed it again,
repeatedly, like a ritual. "Fera..." he repeated several times, before looking
up at her. "I'm going to hurt you." She flinched, blood turning to ice. "I'm
going to hurt you," he said again, "but... you will decide how bad it gets." He
opened the knife and left it so, reaching towards her with his other hand. She
shivered, tears leaking down her face. He paused for a moment, then wiped the
tears from her face with his free hand. A smile crawled up his face, and he
tilted his head at her. "Poor Fera. Ah, you look so scared..." He gently
slapped her cheek. "Don't worry, all you have to do is hold still. It will only
hurt a bit." He chuckled. "Or not. We'll see how tight you are."
She screamed and kicked out at him. He gripped her right leg with his free hand
and pinned the other with his knee, holding up the knife in a threatening
manner. "Don't move, cutie." He scratched the side of her head, softly. She
stared at him, misery covering her expression. "Hey... You're not scared,
right?" He was taunting her. "You're a brave girl. I just want to play with you
a little bit. Just a little." He brought the knife to her neck. Fera screamed
again, and he slapped her. "Shut up, you fucking bitch!" he shouted, suddenly
agitated. She shrank back from his anger, crying.
Carson calmed, looking down at her with a carefully controlled expression. "I'm
sorry I yelled at you." He paused, thoughtfully. "You need to be quiet and hold
still, or this will hurt more." Firmly, he gripped her shoulder and slid the
knife down her shirt, nicking tiny cuts in her skin. She stared down at the
blood that was welling up, as he pulled her ragged shirt away from her body.
"Oh, you're so beautiful." Fera squirmed. He traced a finger down her flushed,
brown skin, between her breasts and over one of her protruding hipbones. "So
tiny and helpless." Carson smirked at her and tightened his grip on her
shoulder. She growled quietly at his jab towards her size. "I can do whatever I
want with you, and you can't do a thing about it..." he continued, slipping the
knife under the hem of her shorts. She froze up as the blunt end of the cold
blade slid between her labia and nudged against her clit.
"Don't move..." he sang to her, wiggling the knife against her until she kicked
her free leg.
"Stop!" she yelled, swinging her foot into his upper arm.
Carson grabbed her leg again and forced her still, turning the knife until the
sharp edge was against her clit. She choked on her breath and held deathly
still, whimpering slightly. "Didn't I tell you not to move or scream?" She
stared at him with wide eyes, chest rising and falling quickly. "Don't ignore
me again, or I'll slide this knife up your clit."
Fera held still as he sat back and looked her up and down. She felt numb. She
wanted to fight. But she could feel that knife sitting right between her legs,
and she didn't dare. Carson rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipple, and
she shuddered. "Stop..." she whispered, appealing to the kindness she had
believed he had possessed.
Carson abruptly pulled the knife out of her shorts, causing her to jump. Then
he shoved the knife into his pocket and grabbed her, turning her over to lie on
her front. She yelped as her bound hands were twisted painfully. He knelt down
on her lower back, straddling her.
"You're going to be my slave now," Carson said. She trembled underneath him.
"But, I know what you're like, Fera. You'll escape from me someday." Fera heard
him pull out the knife. "So, I'm going to mark my propety right away."
Fera screamed into the ground as he dug the tip of the knife into her back,
between her wings. It throbbed and stung sharply, like being bitten and burned
at the same time. He planted a hand firmly on her shoulder as he carved into
her flesh, migitating her wild struggling and kicking. Fera cried and shrieked,
white-hot pain shooting up her spine, as Carson methodically cut across her
back. Finally, he lifted the knife. She sobbed in relief, then cried out again
as he licked her wounds greedily, sticking his tongue in deep until she felt
she couldn't bear it anymore.
Finally, Carson retreated from her bloody and aching back. "You wanna know what
it says?" he whispered, almost reverently. "'Property of Carson'. Guess what,
cutie? You're mine forever."
Fera swore to herself that no scars would ever make her his. Carson stood. She
heard him pocket the knife. "I'll be back in the morning, Fera. I'd bandage
your wounds, but I need those to scar."
He came around and leaned down to her head. "How about a 'Good night, Master'?"
he teased, grinning.
Fera hissed throug her tears. "I hope you burn in he-"
He kicked her in the cheek, and she bit down on her tongue, yelping as the bite
drew blood. "Good night, slave." He walked across the room and opened a door
she hadn't noticed earlier. "We'll have some real fun tomorrow." Carson shut
the door.
Fera wondered why she had trusted that stranger with the ham sandwiches. She
fell asleep and dreamed of regrets.
End Notes
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