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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rise_of_the_Guardians_(2012)
  Relationship:
      Jack_Frost/Pitch_Black
  Character:
      Jack_Frost, Pitch_Black_(Rise_Of_The_Guardians), Toothiana, Nicholas_St.
      North, E._Aster_Bunnymund, Sanderson_Mansnoozie
  Additional Tags:
      Torture, Blood, Angst, Riddles, Oral_Sex, Sexual_Content, Anal_Sex,
      Fondling, Seduction, Bondage
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      Published: 2013-05-31 Updated: 2013-07-07 Chapters: 11/? Words: 11419
****** You Really Do Know How To Have Fun ******
by magentacartherwrites
Summary
     Pitch has been torturing and holding Jack hostage as bait to lure the
     Guardians to his palace. He has plans of different types of torture
     for each individual Guardian to strike at their very core's... in
     other words, their centers!
Notes
     I hope you all enjoy my story and this will get much more violent,
     graphic and smutty as the chapters progress so just keep that in
     mind! Please comment and let me know what you all think!!
     *A/N: This is about 3 years after the movie and they are in Pitch's
     Palace!
***** Jack's Awakening *****
Jack's eyes painfully fluttered open. What happened? His fevered brain couldn't
remember. His hands were tied roughly behind the wooden chair he was sitting in
along with his ankles tied to the legs of the chair. His eyes scanned his
surroundings trying to figure out where he was. The room was dark and empty;
the only thing occupying it was himself. There were no doors, no windows, no
other way for one to get in or out of the room. It was like dimension of
darkness that someone would be trapped in during a nightmare. Was that what
this was… a nightmare? If it was, it was the most painful and realistic Jack
had ever experienced.
"Hello?" Jack called terrified as he fought against the dark ropes binding his
bruised hands and ankles.
The shadows in the room seemed to shift and move each time the winter spirit
writhed in his bindings. Jack felt a sharp, stabbing pain around his abdomen as
he stopped squirming in his seat. He looked down to inspect himself, and what
he saw sent a piercing chill up his back. His blue hoodie was drenched in dark
crimson and was shredded at the stomach, revealing what appeared to be rows of
deep, bleeding gashes, like he had been clawed at by something with razors for
fingernails. His pant legs had been torn up even more than they were before and
his feet were scratched up and burned. Jack's hair was matted to his soaked
forehead and his bottom lip was split and bleeding.
A chill shot up Jack's back as a cold, familiar laugh echoed in the empty room.
"Pitch," Jack yelled at the darkness.
Sure enough at the sound of his name, the Nightmare King emerged from the
shadows in the room and slowly approached the winter spirit, grinning
sadistically as he watched him struggle with his bindings.
"I won't fight against them so much, Jack… struggling will only make them
tighten more."
Jack looked down at his bindings and saw that they were writhing around his
hands and ankles. They weren't ropes at all, but nightmare sand that was
cutting into his wrist.
"Did I do this, Jack?" Pitch asked softly as he gripped the winter spirit's
sharp chin and ran his thumb along his bloody bottom lip, "Must have. I was
right about you… you really do know how to have fun!"
"Don't talk like that, Pitch," Jack coughed out, sputtering blood that had been
collecting in his mouth.
"Oh, but you love when I talk like this," Pitch said digging his sharp nails
into Jack's cheek as he gripped his face, "Especially after all the fun we've
had over the past few days!"
Jack's eyes went wide with terror. What did Pitch do to him? Where did all of
these scars and bruises come from? Pitch sneered at the boy's reaction to what
he had said. He weaved a thin, spidery hand through Jack's frosty hair as he
shut his eyes and looked away from the Nightmare King, not being able to bear
the sight of him.
"It's very rude to not look people in the eye," Pitch warned Jack, his nails
digging even deeper in his cheek, but he refused to meet the nightmare king's
eyes.
Frustrated, Pitch slashed his hand over the winter spirit, causing the
Nightmare sand to disintegrate and Jack to fall from the chair and to his
knees, weak and dazed. Pitch immediately grabbed Jack by the throat and slammed
him against the dark wall, pinning his hands above his head with one hand and
pushing him all the way up against the wall with the other.
"You will look me in the eyes when I speak to you, Frost," Pitch commanded the
spirit through clenched teeth.
Jack unwillingly turned his head to face the Nightmare king as a sick, twisted
smile crept onto his face, "Now isn't that much better?"
Pitch's cold hand pried itself from Jack's neck and lifted his bloody hoodie,
revealing his strong chest and his injured abdomen. Pitch sneered and began
tracing the winter spirit's injured wound with his free hand as Jack screamed
at the searing pain.
"It really has been wonderful having you here all to myself," Pitch whispered
in Jack's ear sending a chill down his back, "I've loved the time we've spent
together. You are quite the little teaser!"
"What did you do to me you sick bastard?" Jack screamed, his voice filled with
fear.
"That's it Jack, scream all you want! Let it all out! I love it. I haven't
heard such miraculous and genuine screaming in so long. It's music to my ears.
You've given me so much pleasure over the past few day because of that
wonderful fear you've felt… it's simply intoxicating to me. It has fueled me
and given me energy like no other person's has done before… it's what makes you
so special to me, Jack," Pitch whispered sensually against Jack's thin neck,
his breath tickling the winter spirits ear.
Jack winced as his name escaped Pitch's lips; it sounded twisted and
unfamiliar.
"Why are you doing this? What is the point of keeping me here?" Jack cried as
tears of both physical and mental pain began to well up in his eyes.
"As much as I've loved your company for the past few days, I've also been using
you as bait for the other Guardians. You see, over the past few years I have
been silent and absent from all the children's dreams. All this time that I
wasn't out spreading my fear or giving children nightmares, I've been here,
plotting and waiting patiently for the just the right moment to strike at the
very core foundation of the Guardians. I am using you as a sort of hostage, if
you will, so that when the Guardians come for you, and they will, I will
demolish the very thing they each strive to protect and what they put into the
world," Pitch sneered at the very thought of his victory, "In other words…
their center!"
Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing! Giving the children nightmares or
spreading fear was one thing, and it wasn't anything they couldn't handle, but
threatening to literally break the centers of the Guardians was just
unimaginable.
"How do you expect to break our centers, Pitch?" Jack asked, terrified of what
his answer would be.
"Oh, don't you worry about that. I've got plans for every one of you, and each
of you will suffer! I'll start with North, then I'll move to the rabbit, then
sandman, then you little girlfriend," Pitch laughed as he traced Jack's jawline
with his lips, "And then you. But the best part of it all is you'll be there to
watch it all happen!"
Jack couldn't listen anymore. He screamed as he thrashed against the wall,
trying to pry his hands free from Pitch's cold grip. Pitch just pressed his
body against the winter spirits and laughed maliciously. Jack's mind as
spinning with so many burning questions that he was afraid he would find out
the answers too soon. What "plans" did Pitch have for the other guardians? Was
he planning on torturing them like he had been doing to him for the past few
days?
"I think it's time you went back to sleep. I wouldn't want you looking tired
when the guardians arrive," Pitch sneered as he laced his fingers into Jack's
hair and smashed his head against the cold wall, causing him to drop in a heap
to the floor.
"Sleep well, Jack," Pitch cooed softly to the spirit as his eyes unwillingly
drifted shut, unbeknownst of the nightmares that were waiting to plague his
mind.
***** Pitch Reveals His Plan *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow, I've gotten 135 Hits in the last 24 hours!!! Thank you all so
     much!!!! Alright here's the next chapter for the story… from here on
     it gets pretty graphic, bloody and sexual! *Hint, Hint, Cough, Cough*
     Pay attention to what Pitch says to Tooth, it has to do with her
     punishment… Pitch really is a sick bastard!
Jack didn't know how much time had passed while he was knocked out… it felt
like days. His wounds had begun healing and he was starving. He griped his
growling stomach and uneasily lifted himself off the floor, darkened with his
dried blood.
"You're finally awake Jack, and just in time too… We have guests," Pitch
sneered from the dark shadows of the room.
Jack tried to take a feeble step toward the Nightmare King but the little
strength he still had left him and he fell weakly to his knees. Pitch stepped
from the shadows and stood in front of the trembling spirit, his golden eyes
glowing in the darkness.
"Do you need something Jack?" Pitch asked as he ran a hand through the boy's
hair.
"I-I need w-water…," Jack coughed out. He hadn't had water in who knows how
long and his mouth was completely dry and cracked. Pitch smiled and pulled a
small bucket filled with some kind of liquid from out of the shadows.
"I thought so," He sneered as he gripped the boy's hair and jerked his head
back. He placed the bucket to Jack's dry lips and poured the liquid into his
mouth, not even giving him time to swallow. The young Guardian coughed and
sputtered against the liquid that was choking him, but Pitch continued to pour
it into his mouth. The drink tasted bitter and it burned as it made its way
down Jack's sore throat. As Pitch finished pouring the last of the liquid into
Jack's mouth, he spat it out, unable to down any more of the burning drink.
"You ungrateful brat," Pitch cried through clenched teeth as he struck Jack
across the face, leaving red markings that stung against the Guardians flesh,
"No matter… we should be leaving. We wouldn't want to keep our company waiting,
now would we?"
Pitch gripped Jack by the throat and dragged him through the dark wall of his
cell. As disappeared into the shadows, the room began to morph and take form as
another, only this time, it was a room Jack was familiar with. The smoky
shadows clear to reveal Pitch's lair. It was littered with broken shards of
glass and rusted, bent cages that hung from the cavernous ceiling. In the
center of the large, open room, a large bronze globe, similar to the one at
North's Workshop, rotated slowly; the children's lights glowed and flickered
undisturbed against the metal sphere. Jack neck twisted in Pitch's firm grasp
and looked over in the large room to see four familiar Guardians on their knees
with their hands tied behind their backs surrounded by Pitch's fearlings. Pitch
chuckled to himself as he walked over to the Guardians and dropped Jack in
front of them, who crumpled in a heap on the ground.
"Jack," Tooth exclaimed, tears streaming down her face as she fought fiercely
against her restraints trying to reach the broken spirit.
"Tooth… please don't," Jack coughed out.
"Well, well… long time no see! Did you miss me?" Pitch laughed as he circled
the Guardians, "I must admit, I thought you would have given up looking for
poor little Jack."
"What the hell have you done to him, Pitch?" Bunnymund yelled to the Nightmare
King.
"Ah, me and Jack have had so much fun over the past few days, haven't we?"
Pitch sneered as he bent down and tousled Jack's frosted hair as he winced and
curled into a fetal position.
"Don't touch him!"
"Oh, don't worry yourself Tooth, or you might just lose some of those pretty
feathers of yours," Pitch smiled sadistically as he stood back up and faced the
Guardians, "I have been waiting 3 years for this moment, and now it's finally
here and I have all of you together once again!"
"The question is, Pitch, why? Why do you want us all together ?" North piped
up.
"I thought you would never ask… Revenge! I don't want power, domination or
money, I just want you all to experience the hell you put me through three
years ago. Not only did children not believe in me because of all of you but on
top of that I was literally swallowed alive by my own fear. I'm sure that Jack
of all people would understand what that's like after all he's been through
these past few days…," Pitch said as he looked down at the small spirit
trembling at his feet, "I am going to make each and every one of you go through
the same pain, agony, and torture that I went through then and the same kind
that Jack is enduring now! And I am going to start with you, North!"
"What do you plan on doing? It's not like you can kill us…," North asked
gruffly, trying to hide his fear.
"Oh no, no, no… I'm not going to kill you! It would be too quick and painless.
No, no I have something much more exciting planned. Your core is wonder am I
correct, North? Your big eyes full of wonder allow you to see lights in the
trees and magic in the air," Pitch mocked, "Well I plan on changing that… I am
going to cut through your eyes until you are blind to the world around you. You
will never see another Christmas or your precious Guardian family; you will
only be able to hear the screams of their fear and pain as they receive their
punishments, but you won't be able to help them, and no one will be able to
help you!"
***** North's Punishment: Part 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but the next one will be long,
     gory and filled with blood I promise! Since North's Punishment was
     originally supposed to be super long, I decided that I will the
     splitting this chapter into two parts and the actual act of the
     punishment will be in the next one! Probably from here on the
     chapters will have warnings at the beginning so if you are sensitive,
     make sure you check the warnings.
     Warning: Blood and Language.
     *A/N: In my mind, Pitch's Palace constantly shifts and moves like
     shadows… It's a giant maze with hundreds of cells that can only be
     entered or exited by "Shadow Phasing" (That's what I'm calling it)
     that only Pitch and his nightmares can do. And kind of like a maze,
     the palace has an entrance (The Bed) and an exit (A Secret) but
     they're almost impossible to find because the palace always moves and
     changes. IDK That's just how I imagine it… :P
The Guardians all stared wide-eyed in horror at the Nightmare King as Jack
writhed in pain on the floor at his feet. The nightmares circling the Guardians
stomped and bucked as they became more and more intoxicated with the growing
fear in the room.
"The sooner we get this done, North, the sooner I can move on to the rest of
you," Pitch sneered, his dark lips curling into a sick grin.
"You're a sick, fucking monster, Pitch," Bunnymund furiously spat at the
Nightmare King.
"There's no point Bunny. Get out of here you guys… you have to leave," Jack
wailed painfully as Pitch kicked him hard in the stomach, opening up his gashes
that had been healing over.
"Jack!"
"D-don't worry, T-Tooth… just get out," Jack cried, tears streaming down his
face as he tightly clutched his newly bloodied stomach.
"Oh, poor Jack," Pitch cooed sarcastically, "Don't worry yourselves… all of
look and feel just like him when I'm done with you. But for now…."
Pitch snapped his thin fingers together and the floor beneath the four
Guardians disappeared, swallowing all of them into the shadowy abyss; Tooth's
scream was the last thing Jack heard before the dark hole in the floor closed
up again, looking no different than it had before.
"We're did they go Pitch?" Jack somehow managed to scream as he weakly brought
himself to his knees, gripping his hoodie darkening with crimson.
"I sent them each to their individual cell. They will wait there until it's
time for their punishments and my nightmares will keep a watch over them just
to make sure no fun business happens and everyone cooperates!"
"W-why aren't I going back to my cell?" Jack asked weakly, afraid that he
already knew the answer.
"Did I tell you before, Jack…," Pitch sneered as he picked up the frail
Guardian by his neck and hoisted him off the ground until they were at eye
level, "You get to watch!"
The Nightmare King snapped his fingers once again, and the whole room seemed to
flip upside down. Jack couldn't breathe for the split second that he phased
through the ceiling as it came down on top of him and Pitch, causing them to
enter an entirely different room. The room looked no different than Jack's;
dark, and cold, with no doors or windows, but instead of the wooden chair Jack
had, there was what looked like a large, black examination table, like the ones
they had at the doctor's office, occupying the corner of the room. North was
pacing in his cell trying to keep himself in control, fully aware that what was
about to happen to him was inevitable and there was no use trying to fight
against it. Pitch let go of Jack's neck as he dropped to the ground of the
cell, unnoticed by North.
"Can he see me?" Jack asked as he stared at the once grand Guardians that now
looked more terrified and small than he had ever seen him.
"No. You see Jack, to make it more entertaining for you, I've made it so the
guardians won't be able to hear or see you when they are receiving their
punishments. That way they don't hold back their emotions or try to be strong
because they know you're watching. The best part of it is that I'll be able to
see the look of horror on your face and I'll be able to hear your exhilarating
screams of terror as I do my work."
Jack felt like he was going to be sick… There was nowhere for him to go,
nowhere for him to run and hide, no way for him to help his fellow Guardians
but to just sit there and watch them get tortured.
"Hello North… it's been a long time," Pitch smiled as he eased his way out of
the darkness, presenting himself to the Guardian.
"Not long enough," North replied harshly, stopping mid-pace and turning to face
the Nightmare King.
***** North's Punishment: Part 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: BLOOD, Lots of BLOOD!
     *A/N: When Jack talks about being trapped under the "Veil", it's
     almost like the Invisibility cloak from Harry Potter only not only
     can a person not see you, they can't hear you either an he's not
     actually under a magic cloak or anything, but he's just sort of stuck
     because of this invisible force that Pitch has placed upon him… I
     really hope that that makes sense. :P
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Oh, now you've gone and hurt my feelings, North. You know, since I've been
absent from the children's dreams, I've been starving and drained of my power,
but all this time Jack's been here, his fear has been able to feed my craving
and hold me over until you all arrived. He radiates the most miraculous fear;
it's like a drug to me… I just keep wanting more and more of it," Pitch smiled
cruelly as he looked over to the unseen Spirit who fought against the veil as
he begged and screamed to let the Guardian go.
"You will not touch Jack again," North's voice boomed angrily, "You've done
enough to him… let him go and keep the rest of us here!"
"Not making any promises. Shall we get started?" Pitch asked as he gestured to
the dark examination table.
North sighed painfully in defeat as he slowly walked over to the examination
table and laid down on it, mentally preparing himself for what was about to
happen. Pitch smiled at the Guardian's cooperation and snapped his fingers as
he positioned himself on the table, conjuring his nightmare sand to wrap
tightly around his wrist, ankles, and neck, pinning him down to the table.
"No… NO! North! North, don't let him do this to you! P-Please," Jack wailed as
tears streamed down his bruised face.
Pitch drew a small, black handled dagger from beneath his robes and smiled as
he stroked the blade admiringly in between his fingers, "I'm rather fond of
this dagger. You should feel honored that I'm choosing this particular knife; I
believe this is the one I used on your friend Rose all those years ago, North!"
North struggled and fought suddenly against the nightmare sand at the sound of
Mother Nature's name.
"I wouldn't move so much. You're going to want to be very still for what I'm
about to do…," Pitch warned as his golden eyes met with North's blue.
The Guardian of Wonder looked away and stared at the wall beside the
examination table; he didn't want the last thing he saw to be the Nightmare
King… but little did he know that he was staring right into the eyes of the
weeping winter spirit. The nightmare sand tightened its grip on North's neck,
forcing him to look directly up so Pitch could perform his work. The Nightmare
King brought the dagger to the Guardians right eye.
"No… No, please Pitch! Stop," Jack screamed through the veil.
The first deep incision was made in the Guardian's eye. North's loud screams of
pain echoed though the room, making Jack's skin crawl; he had never heard North
yell out of pain or anguish and he hoped he never would have to again. He
watched as the Guardian of Wonder writhed uncontrollably under the knife
skewering his eye as the Nightmare King laughed maliciously. Blood gushed from
North's right eye and down his face, dripping down off the table and collecting
in a dark pool on the floor. Blood, the blood… Jack didn't even stop to think
about the blood that this punishment would shed! Jack was terrified of blood!
Seeing it, smelling it, tasting it, even thinking about it made him feel sick.
Jack watched with difficulty as North gripped the sides of the examination
table so tightly in agony that his knuckles turned white.
Pitch stopped cutting through the Guardian's right eye and stepped back to
marvel at his work. Both of North's eyes were still open even though one of
them hardly existed anymore; he refused to close them. North was panting
heavily and still struggling against his restraints as they cut into his neck,
wrist and ankles.
"Don't fight it, North… We've still got one more to go," and with those words,
the Nightmare King dove in and began hacking at the left eye with the bloody
dagger. Jack felt sick; the musty smell of the fresh blood was becoming very
overwhelming and was causing his head to spin and his stomach to knot itself.
He doubled over as the sound of North's wails and the coppery smell of the
blood penetrated him, causing him to fall to the floor clutching his head in
his hands. As he lay curled up weakly on the ground, Jack felt something warm
and wet crept through his frosted hair and trickle down the side of his face.
He lifted his head of the ground to reveal a stream of fresh, dark red blood
gathering momentum as it raced from the table toward him. Jack ran a trembling
hand through his hair to find that is was soaked and stained crimson. Jack
tried furiously to wipe the blood from his face as he backed up as much as he
could in his confined space, trying to avoid the liquid being drained out of
the Guardian's body as it crept toward him.
North's screams were finally silenced as Pitch finished off his left eye,
leaving nothing but bloody tissue, scarred beyond repair. Pitch inhaled deeply,
taking in the smell of his bloody victory as he wiped the dagger off on North's
sleeve and pocketed the dagger once again in his robes. He waved his blood soak
hand over the broken Guardian's body, causing the nightmare sand to disappear,
revealing the deep, red gashes made in North's neck, wrist and ankles from
thrashing so much.
"Thank you for your cooperation," Pitch sneered to North as he turned his heel
and walked straight for the terrified winter spirit as he pulled his knees up
to his chest and wept. Pitch stood over Jack watching happily, feeding off of
his fear and misery as it filled the room. The Nightmare King stooped down to
the winter spirit and gripped his chin so they locked eyes as he softly stroked
his blood stained cheek, "It's time to go."
The last thing Jack saw before Pitch shadow phased him back to his cell was a
single, bloody tear trickle down North's face as he closed his eyes from the
world.
Chapter End Notes
     AWWW North is crying… What did you guys think of this chapter? I
     tried to make the ending sad; His center's been broken… he's lost
     wonder! :'(
     Bunny's chapter will be next… so be prepared for that!
***** Bunnymund's Punishment *****
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: AGAIN, A LOT OF BLOOD & LANGUAGE & SOME GORE!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Pitch threw Jack harshly on the ground as they shadow phased into his cell.
Jack scrambled to the corner of the dark room and brought his knees to his
chest as he began hyperventilating.
"What the matter Jack?" Pitch asked as he slowly approached the trembling
spirit.
"S-stay away f-from m-me," Jack struggled to say through his violent breaths.
"I've discovered something new about, Frost… You're terrified of blood," Pitch
said as he held out his spidery hand dripping with dark crimson. Jack screamed
and buried his head in his knees as he cowered against the wall.
"P-please," Jack begged, refusing to look at the Nightmare King.
"You really had better get used to this, Jack," Pitch sneered as he gripped the
Guardian's terrified face with his bloody hand, "Because there's going to be so
much more of it!"
As those words escaped Pitch's lips, he waved his free hand over Jack's head
and his nightmare sand took it effect, causing Jack to fall unconscious to the
floor for another long night of terrifying dreams.
Jack was stirred from his restless sleep by the harsh sound of clanking chains.
He was in yet another dark, unfamiliar cell; Pitch must have shadow phased him
there while he was unconscious. Jack peered around the room trying to find the
source of the noise. His eyes fell on a struggling body suspended upside down
by one of its giant feet that was wrapped in black chains. Jack quickly
realized that the writhing body was Bunnymund, chained by his ankles to the
celling and trying to free himself from his shackles.
"Bunny…," Jack called out to the Pooka, but quickly remembered that Pitch
probably put him under the veil.
The Pooka continued to struggle against the chains until the cold, merciless
laugh of the Nightmare King rang throughout the room.
"Well look at you! Awww, is the little bunny wabbit not happy to see me?" Pitch
mocked as he approached the rabbit.
"Get stuffed, Pitch," Bunnymund cursed, "You'd better cut me down from here
right or so help me god I can kick your ass!"
"Oh, what foul language Bunnymund… are you on the naughty list? I would ask
North, but unfortunately he won't be able to check his list anymore," Pitch
smiled cruelly.
"What the fuck have you done to him?" Bunnymund screamed thrashing against his
chains once again.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out… Now, how about I cut you down?"
Jack knew immediately what Pitch was going to do to his fellow Guardian.
"Bunny! Pitch… y-you can't! Bunny, don't let him get near you," Jack screamed
out, fighting against the invisible force, but to no prevail.
Pitch went to the corner of the dark room and pulled a rusted surgeon saw from
inside the shadows of the wall. Bunnymund thrashed more violently and wilder
than he had before. Jack had never seen Bunny act that way; his natural animal
instinct was kicking into over drive and he was having a panic attack! His ears
twitched in every which way and his huge feet were thumping and shaking
uncontrollably as he scratched and clawed at his ankles trying to break free.
Pitch grabbed the Pooka's trembling foot as he looked down to Bunnymund's
terrified face, "I'll try and make short work of this, Rabbit."
With those words, Pitch place the surgeons saw at the base of Bunnymund's foot
and began to saw. Blood instantly began to drip from the rabbit's foot and down
through his fur, staining it crimson to match Jack's hair and face. The sound
the saw made as it pieced through the Pooka's tough fur and skin was
unbearable, but the sounds Bunnymund was making were far worse. The Pooka
screamed and cursed as Pitch hacked away at his giant foot, laughing and
inhaling not only his fear but Jack's as well. Suddenly, Pitch's saw came upon
the tibia bone, causing him to cut even harder as Bunnymund wailed, his tears
of pain rolling to the floor. Jack couldn't bear to hear the sound of the blade
scraping against the bones; it sounded like someone was trying to carve a hunk
of solid metal with a chainsaw. The bone had been officially broken through and
the surgeon saw sliced through the rest of the foot easily. Bunnymund fell from
his shackles to the bloody floor and let out a painful scream as the horrific
sound of his back bones snapping echoed through the room. The Pooka curled up
and gripped his ankle as it gushed blood that collected in a pool on the
ground.
Oh no, n-not the blood! Not the blood again… I'm gonna… I think I'm gonna p-
pass out! Jack's head was spinning again, nauseated by the stench of the fresh
blood… how much more would he be able to handle? Come on Frost, get a hold of
yourself! You can do this, you can handle it!
"Oh look what I have," Pitch laughed as he plucked the Pooka's severed foot
from the chains it was still caught in, "A souvenir! I guess it's my lucky
rabbit foot now! Bunny, don't even try to find a way out of my palace… you're
too injured, broken, and weak! There's no hope for you or any of the other
Guardians anymore!"
Bunnymund laid there in a pool of his own blood, ashamed, immobile, and in
pain. If he moved, he would just break more of his vertebrae bones, so he
stayed there curled up in a fetal position, clutching his knees to his chest
terrified.
Jack was wrong, he couldn't handle it… the overwhelming smell of the fresh
blood finally got to him and he completely passed out, along with his fellow
guardian as Pitch watched them malevolently.
Chapter End Notes
     Sandy's Punishment is next so be ready!!!
***** Sandy's Punishment *****
Chapter Notes
     Sandy's punishment has no blood or gore in it what so ever, and his
     chapter was really hard to write because of that… It is really hard
     to show what Sandy's Punishment is because he's not technically being
     "Tortured" so Pitch just has to explain it… This honestly is really
     just an emotional chapter between Jack and Sandy. I hope you enjoy
     this chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"It's okay, it's okay! Don't look down, just look at me…."
Jack writhed as the memory began to take form as a nightmare; beads of sweat
slid from his forehead as he clawed at the ground.
"Jack, I'm scared!"
"I-I know, I know," Jack said mustering up the calmest voice he could as the
ice cracked below his freeing feet, "But you're gonna be alright, and you're
not gonna fall in! Uh, we're gonna have a little fun instead!"
"No we're not!" Pippa cried, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Would I trick you?" Jack's asked as his lips curled up in a pathetic imitation
of his trademark mischievous grin.
"Yes! You always play tricks!"
"Alright w-well, not this time. I promise, I promise… you're gonna be, you're
gonna be fine," Jack reassured Pippa as he stretched out his hand, reaching for
her, "You have to believe in me!"
Pippa didn't answer as thin cracks formed under her ice skates.
"You wanna play a game? We're gonna play hopscotch, like we do every day," he
continued. "I-It's as easy as one..." He extended a leg and placed it tenderly
down, flinching slightly as cracks appeared. He took another hasty step,
flailing to catch his balance. "Two..." Pippa giggled thru her sobs, and Jack
smiled weakly at her as he took his final leap to the safe, thick ice, "Three!
Alright, not it's your turn," he instructed her calmly as he crouched down and
grabbed for his staff. Pippa took a timid step forward, but faltered and
muffled a scream, scared that the ice would collapse under her.
"One! That's it… that's it," Jack encouraged her as he coaxed her to move
closer to him, "Two…," another small step, "Three!"
He hooked his sister by the curved end of the staff by her waist and with all
the strength he could muster, he wrenched his arm gripping the staff and flung
the little girl to safety on the thick ice. The momentum of the act sent Jack
skidding to the exact spot Pippa had been standing terrified only moments ago.
Pippa looked at Jack from the safety of the solid ice, smiling happily. He
returned a smile to her and laughed disbelievingly at his victory.
Jack gripped his staff attempting to get back up, but before he could even draw
himself to full height, the ice made a hideous cracking noise and the ice
collapsed below Jacks feet; the dark water swallowing him and his staff as he
fell into the murky pond.
Jack woke up screaming! His frosted hair was matted to his soaked forehead and
he was hyperventilating. He wasn't back at the frozen pond or even in his cell,
instead he was lying on the cold floor in Pitch's throne room, but something
was different about it; there was a large object covered completely with a
black drape and placed next to Pitch's throne. Jack didn't think much of it as
he tried to keep his breathing under control.
"It was just a dream," Jack reassured himself as he ran his hands through his
hair, "Just a dream…."
"Was it, Jack… Was it a dream? Or was it a nightmare?"
Jack scrambled on the floor to back away from the Nightmare King who sat on his
throne, smiling menacingly down at him. To Jack, the chair seemed too made of
random items that were shadowed and dark, all the way from books to clothing
and toys. Pitch noticed Jack eyeing the throne, "Wonderful isn't it; things
I've collected over the years from children I've visited and given nightmares
to...lost hopes and dreams of theirs," he said as he picked up a baby doll from
the arm of the chair, "This doll belonged to a young girl who had a very sick
mother. Her mother gave this to her one Christmas with hope that she would
recover… this was the last gift that little girl ever received from her…."
He threw the doll on the ground and grabbed for another item from the throne,
"This football…," He said examining the ball, "A high school senior lost his
football scholarship due to an injury… it completely broke his heart and
confidence." He threw the football on the ground along with the doll and
reached beside his throne for another item, "This is probably my favorite item
in my collection…."
Jack's heart stopped… it was Pippa's skates!
"Look familiar, Jack," Pitch taunted, "I can't even begin to imagine what
little Pippa must have been feeling when you feel through the ice. Shocked I
would imagine…. But that doesn't matter now," Pitch said as he chucked the
small skates on the ground before the winter spirit.
Jack picked the skates off the ground and cradled them in his arms as tears
rolled down his cheeks.
"Oh, I almost forgot… I have one more surprise for you Jack!"
Pitch snapped his fingers and the black drape covering the large object next to
his throne flew off to reveal a giant glass tank filled to the brim with water
and a small, golden spirit struggling at the surface.
"Sandy," Jack cried out as he dropped Pippa's skates and ran to the glass tank,
surprised that Pitch hadn't put him under the veil.
"Don't worry Jack, he can see you… There wasn't much point in hiding you; he
would be able to see through the veil anyways since we share similar power."
Tears continued to stream down Jack's face as he tried to talk to the Guardian
gripping the edge of the tank for dear life, "Sandy! Sandy are you alright?
Come on little buddy, talk to me!"
"He can't, Jack," Pitch said as he came up behind the Winter spirit.
"What do you mean? What have you done to him?" Jack screamed as he turned and
faced the Nightmare King.
"Well Jack, out of all the Guardians punishments, Sandman's was the hardest to
decide. I didn't quite know what I could do to him that I hadn't already done.
But then I discovered something interesting about our shared powers of sand
manipulation… it doesn't work in water! The water is preventing Sandman from
being able to bend the sand to his will and create dreams or other sand
manipulations. This gives me an advantage over him so I can deliver some of my
delightful nightmares every now and then to make it more enjoyable for myself.
And as an added bonus to no powers, the longer he's in the water, the more his
body will dissolve. Sand is heaviest when in water… if he falls asleep, he will
sink to the bottom of the tank and waste away completely!"
"Oh Sandy… I'm so sorry, little buddy!" Tears rolled down Jack cheeks as he
placed his hand on the glass. Sandy's small hand met the winter spirits as he
offered Jack a weak smile of comfort. Jack returned the smile halfheartedly but
suddenly he felt Pitch's cold hands on his shoulders as he pulled the spirit
away from the Guardian of Dreams.
"No, no," Jack screamed, straining himself as he struggled against Pitch's iron
grasp, "Sandy! Sandy, you're gonna be alright! You gotta hang on! You're gonna
be fine, buddy!"
Sandy waved goodbye sadly as he watched Jack and Pitch shadow phase out of the
throne room, leaving him completely alone and scared.
Chapter End Notes
     The next chapter will be Tooth's Punishment and believe me, you will
     be on the edge of your seat… The next chapter is when shit starts to
     go down and honestly in my opinion, Tooth's and Jack's Punishments
     are the worst!!!
***** Tooth's Punishment *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, just warning you right now… THIS CHAPTER IS SUCH A TEASE! Plus
     it's got like the worst cliffhanger ever… But I think you guys will
     like it all the same! In my personal opinion, Tooth and Jack's
     Punishments are the worst!
     WARNING: GORE, A LITTLE BLOOD, AND SENSUATLITY!
     *A/N: For Tooth, I imagine that under her feathers she just has
     normal human skin.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The first thing Jack saw as he shadow phased with Pitch into a new cell was the
brilliant colors of Tooth's feathers shining in the dark room as she
frantically darted around her cell trying to find a way out.
"Tooth," Jack cried overjoyed as he rushed to the fairy, but suddenly ran into
what felt like an invisible wall and fell on his back.
"Uh, uh, uh, Jack… You're under the veil, remember?" Pitch sneered to the
spirit as he got back up from his knock out.
The nightmare king emerged from the shadows of the cell to greet the Tooth
Fairy, "Good evening, Toothinana."
Tooth immediately stopped flying around her room and turned to see Pitch
standing before her, "Pitch, let me out of here! Where are the others? What
have you done to them?"
"Awww, does the pretty bird have her feathers all ruffled up…?" Pitch mocked,
"No matter, I have come here with a proposition for you, my dear."
"W-what is it?" Tooth asked nervously.
"Since you're a lady, I will give you a chance to walk away from the punishment
I have in store for you. What I want from you are my memories… If you give them
to me, I won't lay a hand on you; if you don't…." Pitch knew she could figure
out what happened if she didn't hand them over.
"Tooth! Tooth, just give them to him! Give him what he wants! Don't let him
hurt you," Jack screamed from under the veil, trying to fight and break through
it, but to no prevail.
Tooth didn't even hesitate, "I will never give the memories to you!"
"Very well," Pitch said, genuinely disappointed.
He snapped his fingers and his nightmare sand shot out of the shadows on the
wall and wrapped around Tooth's wrist, pulling the front her body harshly
against the wall and raising her arms above her head. Pitch walked slowly
towards Tooth, making Jack's skin crawl; what was he planning on doing to her?
Once the Nightmare King reached the fairy, he ran a hand up and down her back
sensually, much to her and Jack's dismay.
"You know Tooth, I've always thought you were the prettiest girl…," Pitch
whispered in Tooth's ear as his hand wrapped around her waist and began
fondling her soft stomach, "Especially with these gorgeous feathers of yours."
Jack clenched his teeth tightly as he watched Pitch purposely feeling up Tooth.
It made him feel sick and burn with anger, but that was exactly what Pitch
wanted, for him to practically explode with jealous resentment, so he
restrained himself.
Pitch's hand eventually made its way again to the small of Tooth's back, only
this time it wasn't gentle stroking, but rough uncomfortable tugging. With one
swift jerk of his hand, Pitch painfully yanked out a hand full of Tooth's
colorful feathers, causing her to let out a bloodcurdling scream.
"NO," Jack screamed as the feathers fell from Pitch's hand like confetti.
Over and over again, Pitch ripped out the fairy's feathers, revealing more and
more of her bare back as her feathers littered the floor of the cell. Tooth's
screams stabbed at Jack's heart and every second he felt like he was dying
inside. Eventually, Pitch had ripped off enough off the feathers to the point
that Tooth's entire back was visible.
The Nightmare King slowly walked away from the fairy bound to the wall and
reached into the shadows of the room, pulling out a long, sleek black whip.
Jack couldn't even breathe… he was going to whip her? Apparently, ripping out
half her feathers wasn't enough for Pitch. The Nightmare King stood before the
Guardian Fairy trembling in pain, readying the whip.
"Just remember Tooth," Pitch spoke mercilessly, "I gave you an option!"
With those words, Pitch snapped his arm and the whip lashed against her tender
bare skin, leaving a large black gash that spread across her back. Tooth
screamed and bit her lip trying to hold back tears of pain. Jack couldn't
watch… this was just too much for him! Pitch continued to lash Tooth and she
cried out louder every time. Beads of black blood from the whip's gashes began
to roll down Tooth's back. The noise of the whip snapping against Tooth's skin
and her screams overpowered Jack… he had to do something to help her; Pitch
would surely kill her if he kept whipping her!
"Stop Pitch! Please, I'll do anything, just stop hurting her," Jack yelled at
Pitch as loud as he could, and to his surprise, he did.
"What?" Pitch asked as he lowered the whip in his hand.
"I promise I will do anything, anything you want, just let her go… please don't
hurt her anymore," Jack cried through tears forming in his eyes.
Pitch smiled cruelly, "Done!"
He snapped his fingers and the nightmare sand binding Tooth's hands disappeared
and she fell weakly to the floor.
"W-who were you talking to," Tooth coughed out painfully.
"I was talking to Jack," Pitch said as he waved his hand over the winter spirit
that suddenly became visible to Tooth.
"Jack!"
Before she was even able to try and embrace him, Pitch's nightmare sand wrapped
itself tightly around her, pinning her wings and arms together as she sat on
the ground, struggling against her new set of restraints.
"Now, I've held my end up on the deal," Pitch said as he approached the
terrified winter spirit, causing him to back into the wall of the cell, "It's
time you held up yours. I just have one question for you, Jack…." Pitch
murmured, as he pinned his body up against Jack's and whispered the question in
Jack's ear….
"Are you still a virgin…?"
Chapter End Notes
     WHAT DID I TELL YOU!? Oh, well… Next chapter will be Jack's
     Punishment so keep an eye out!
***** Jack's Punishment: Part 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: FORCED SEXUAL MATERIAL, LANGUAGE!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Are you still a virgin…?"
"Oh God, Pitch… No," Tooth cried as tears streamed down her face, "Please
don't!"
The question rang throughout Jack's head like church bells… what did he mean,
was he still a virgin? He was too stunned to answer the Nightmare King.
"That's fine if you don't want to answer me… I'll find out soon enough," Pitch
snarled as he his lips dove for Jack's neck, kissing it roughly as he pinned
Jack's hands above his head. Although Jack was scarred, he didn't fight against
Pitch… as long as Tooth was safe, he would cooperate. The Nightmare King's lips
trailed lazily up Jack's neck and began grazing on his ear, sending a shudder
through the winter spirits body.
"You're sensitive Jack," Pitch chuckled darkly, continuing to nibble at his ear
as he worked the guardians frosted hoodie over his head and tossed it on the
ground.
Tooth couldn't believe what was happening. Tears streamed down her face as she
fought against her restraints, but they just tightened around her and cut into
her feathers.
"Pitch… please!"
The Nightmare King ignored the fairy's plea and continued to caress Jack's neck
with his lips, running his hand up and down Jack's torso, feeing his strong
chest and tracing his abdomen. Jack muffled a scream as Pitch's sharp teeth
tore through his delicate skin, drawing blood.
"Are you scared, Jack?" the Nightmare King breathed against his neck as he
kissed the bloody bite marks he made.
"No! Why would I be," Jack lied through his gritted teeth. But the truth was,
Jack couldn't have felt more terrified… it wasn't even really for himself, but
more for Tooth. She had to watch Pitch do these terrible things to him and feel
just like he did as he watched all the other Guardians getting tortured…
useless and weak, unable to help even though you're so close.
Pitch saw right through Jack's lie and smiled viciously as his hand began
creeping down past his abdomen.
"Pitch… w-what are you doi-… Ah," Jack back arched against the wall of the cell
as Pitch's warm hand slid into his worn out pants.
The Nightmare King sucked on the winter spirit's cold collar bone as he roughly
jerked at his manhood, "Look at that, Jack… you're already getting hard!"
"Don't fucking talk like that," Jack spat as he clenched his teeth tightly,
trying to fight off the pleasure that was building in his body. How could he
like this? There was a feeling of electricity flowing all through his body,
making him feel very warm and yearn for more. His back arched even more in
Pitch's grasp as a soft moan escaped his lips. Jack could feel himself
climaxing, but suddenly Pitch removed his hand from his pants.
"Wha-… no, Pitch," Jack cried, thrashing against his restraints as he felt
himself coming off his pleasurable high.
"Oh, look at that Tooth… he already craves for my touch," the Nightmare King
sneered venomously at the bound fairy Guardian.
"Jack…," Tooth whispered sadly as she stared wide eyed in fear at the winter
spirit.
Pitch turned his attention back to Jack, "Now, what was it you wanted, little
snow spirit?" He purred against his neck, as his thin hand stroked up and down
his abdomen teasingly.
"I w-want you, Pitch… I want you," Jack choked out.
"Ask nicely, Jack."
"P-Please Pitch… I want you to touch me…," Jack said slowly, hating himself as
every syllable fell from his lips.
"Good boy," the nightmare king sneered as he reached back into the winter
spirit's pants and continued to jerk him off. Jack could not have felt more
disgusted with himself… he had practically just asked the Nightmare King, the
one that had been torturing him and his fellow guardians for the past few days,
to give him a handjob. Every voice in Jack's head screamed for Pitch to stop,
but Jack's body begged for more. He had no control over his body as his hips
bucked with every jerk of Pitch's hand. Jack could feel his insides clamming up
as he reached the pleasurable high again. He let out a loud moan as he could
feel himself cumming in Pitch's hand. The Nightmare King removed his hand from
Jack's pants to reveal that it was covered in snowy white semen.
Pitch licked a little from his hand and smiled as he held it out before the
winter spirit, "Do you want to try some, Jack? You taste so delicious, almost
like coconut snow cone!"
"Go fuck yourself, Pitch," Jack spat as he snapped back into reality.
The Nightmare King shrugged nonchalantly as he walked over to the bound Tooth
Fairy and lifted her off the ground her up by her feathered neck, "If you don't
want to taste it, maybe she will," Pitch sneered to the winter spirit as the
Guardian of Memories struggled in his grasp.
"No Pitch, don't touch her! Leave her alone," Jack cried as he thrashed wildly
against the nightmare sand restraining his body.
"Jack! I-It's okay," Tooth whispered to him, trying to calm him down, "I'll do
it, Pitch, but only if you promise not to hurt him!"
"My dear fairy, I never intend to hurt little Jack… I intend to pleasure him,"
Pitch answered as he gripped Tooth's neck tighter, as he placed his hand in
front of her mouth. The Guardian reluctantly took a hold of Pitch's hand and
put as much of it as she could in her mouth. Tooth sucked all of the cold sperm
off of Pitch's hand and was actually surprised that what he had said was true…
it really did taste like a coconut flavored snow cone. Once his hand was
completely clean, Pitch pulled it out of Toothinana's mouth and roughly tossed
her back on the cold, cell ground.
"Tooth?" Jack cried out to the small fairy.
"It's alright Jack! I'm okay!"
"Oh Jack," Pitch chuckled darkly as he turned his attention to the frightened
winter spirit, "It's my turn now…."
Chapter End Notes
     I know this chapter is somewhat short but the next half of it will be
     up tomorrow so keep an eye out!!! :)
***** Jack's Punishment: Part 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     *WARNING: Non-Con, Language!
"Oh Jack," Pitch chuckled darkly as he turned his attention to the frightened
winter spirit, "It's my turn now…."
Pitch snapped his fingers and the nightmare sand dissolved, causing the winter
spirit to fall weakly to his knees.
"Oh my god Pitch… not that! Please," Tooth screamed as tears streamed down her
face. Pitch waved his hand annoyed over Tooth as his back sand wrapped around
her mouth, efficiently gagging her.
"Tooth!" Jack screamed out as the nightmare king towered above him.
"Don't worry Jack, I won't touch her anymore as long as you behave yourself…,"
Pitch sneered as he ran a hand through the spirits white hair.
"Fine, as long as you don't hurt her again!" Jack wasn't even listening to
himself anymore… he wasn't thinking about what was about to happen to him; all
he cared about was keeping Tooth out of harm's way, even if that meant he would
be the one that would be getting injured even more, "What do you want me to
do?" The winter spirit hissed through his gritted teeth.
Pitch grinned sadistically as he began to slowly remove his black robe, "I
thought you would never ask…."
Jack quickly caught on to what the Nightmare King was about to do. Before he
even had a chance to scream out, Pitch filled his mouth with his cock. The
Guardian's throat burned by the sudden impact and pressure being shoved down it
as Pitch's manhood stretched his mouth wide and made his jaw ache. The
Nightmare King laced his fingers into Jack's frosted hair and slowly began
thrusting his head until it was in sync with his hips. Moans of pain escaped
the winter spirit as Pitch continued to buck his hips, shoving his hard cock
further down Jack's raw, burning throat. The Guardian of Fun could tell that
Pitch was reaching his climax as he his sharp nails gripping his hair began to
dig lustfully into his scalp. With one final thrust, Pitch shoved all the way
into Jack's weak mouth, gagging the winter spirit as he came. Jack couldn't
breathe… he coughed and sputtered against Pitch's cock as his black cum
dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. Pitch released his grip on Jack's
hair and the winter spirit fell to the floor as he choked on the black cum he
was spitting out, trying desperately not to swallow.
"Don't start throwing a fit now, Jack… the fun is just about to start," Pitch
laughed venomously.
Jack was beginning to hate that word… Fun! Coming out of the Nightmare King's
mouth, it sounded like the most evil, terrifying word, and Jack hated it! He
knew this was what Pitch wanted… he wanted Jack to resent the very thing he
swore with his life to protect. He would steal away all the innocence, purity,
and fun out of the spirit until he was as cold and barren as the winters he
creates. The worst part of it all was… it was working! Jack no longer felt like
the happy, mischievous spirit of winter that everybody knew him to be… he just
felt broken, impure, and empty. Cold tears of shame welded up in his eyes and
began rolling uncontrollably down Jack's bruised cheeks.
"My, my Jack… for a virgin you sure seem to know what you were doing," Pitch
cooed, gripping the winter spirits chin and forced him to look in his eyes as
he brushed away his tears with his thumbs.
"I-I don't… Stop talking like t-that!" Jack choked out as he closed his tear-
filled eyes and tried to jerk his chin out of the Nightmare King's grasp, but
his sharp nails just dug into his cheeks and drew blood.
"You can try to fight it Jack," Pitch hissed into his ear, "But it is going to
happen… you're mine!"
With those words, tendrils of Nightmare Sand shot from the shadowy wall of the
cell, tangling themselves around Jack's pants, tearing and shredding at them as
they tugged at the Guardian's limbs, forcing him to wrap around Pitch as he
hefted up against him, pressing his back against the cold wall and tying his
hands above his head.
"Are you ready to lose your virginity, Jack?" Pitch asked cruelly pinning his
body up against the fully exposed Guardian.
"Tooth," Jack begged through tears, "Please look away!"
Tooth nodded weakly as tears slid down her soft cheeks. She regretfully closed
her eyes and looked away from the trembling spirit, not wanting to see what was
going to happen to him.
Nothing could have prepared Jack for the pain he felt as Pitch entered him. His
felt like he was on fire as a searing pain shot throughout his body. Jack let
out a bloodcurdling scream as he felt the pulsing of Pitch's cock inside of
him. Pitch kissed Jack's neck and grinned as spirit shuddered beneath him. He
loved feeding off the intoxicating fear Jack produced, but he had never sensed
it so strongly and so intimately. He roughly thrust against Jack as he softly
moaned in pain. Hearing the soft sound made Pitch growl softly in response and
jerk his hips entering the small spirit's body even further. Jack was so tight
and delicious, that it made the nightmare king crave for more of his perfect
body. His mouth began to explore the guardians pale neck and in a matter of
seconds, he discovered a spot on Jack's neck that was more than sensitive.
"P-Pitch!" Jack moaned when he felt his lips brush against it. Pitch gave a
wicked grin – he knew exactly what it was doing to him. "Pitch, o-oh my god,"
he hissed through his teeth. Pitch continued to suck on the spirits sensitive
spot as he began thrusting even harder, becoming more and more aroused by the
young Guardian's constant cries of hated pleasure.
Goddamit Frost, Jack's conscious scream to him, He's the Nightmare King… he's
your fucking enemy! Why are you allowing him to get to you like this! He's
stealing your virginity and all you can do is just let him…? You're not even
trying to fight back or stop him! Think about Tooth! Think about the Guardians!
Jack's mind and body wrestled with each other; fear over pleasure. As much as
he tried to fight it, Jack couldn't help but feel a slight tingling sensation
begin to creep its way up his trembling body. His body and mind were caving in;
he couldn't hold back any longer or fight against it anymore! Tears streamed
down the Guardian's face as he completely succumbed to the Nightmare King.
"You belong to me, Frost… Your body, mind, and spirit are mine!" Pitch murmured
into Jack's ear as he bit at it.
Jack could feel Pitch getting on his pleasure high. He thrust even harder and
faster until the last second and gripped the spirit's hair roughly as he came
inside him. The black cum burned inside Jack and seemed to writhe around in his
body like the nightmares Pitch control causing him to feel sick to his stomach.
As Pitch pulled his cock out of Jack, the nightmare sand holding him by his
wrist dissolved along with Tooth's and the spirit fell weakly to the ground.
Toothinana scrambled painfully on the ground to Jack, grabbing his frosted
hoodie and wrapping it around his trembling body as she held him in her arms
like a child, comforting him as he silently wept into her chest.
"You're a fucking bastard, Pitch!" Tooth spat furiously at the Nightmare King,
"He's just a child! Look at what you've done to him!"
"I've broken his center," Pitch smiled sadistically as he wrapped his black
robes around himself again, "Don't worry Jack… it won't be much longer now!"
Pitch ran his spidery hand through Jack's hair softly as the sprit buried his
face terrified into Tooth's feather chest. The Nightmare King smiled and took a
step back to admire his work; the Tooth Fairy… bloody, cut up, feathers ripped
out with black lashes all across her back and Jack… bruised, bloody, raped,
terrified, and broken. After wallowing in his sadistic victory, Pitch bid the
Fairy and Jack goodnight as he disappeared through the shadows in the room.
"O-Oh god Jack… I'm s-so sorry! Please forgive me, p-please," Tooth begged
through tears that streamed down her face as she hugged the winter spirit
tightly, "He should have done that to me! I could have handled it!"
"T-Tooth," Jack coughed out almost inaudibly, "M-my body h-hurts... it h-hurt
s-so bad!"
"I know baby, I know! I'm gonna get you some help," Tooth promised as she
cradled Jack's feeble body.
"I-It's gone…," Jack whimpered as tears formed in his eyes and shamefully
rolled down his face, "He's done it… he's b-broken my c-center! It's g-gone!"
***** Chapter 10: Broken Guardians *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi Lovelies… So this chapter actually is rather short and will be a
     filler chapter for the next one which will be the big reveal of the
     rest of Pitch's plot and what will, happen to Tooth!!! Also the total
     span of the story so far since Pitch captured Jack is about two
     weeks.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"I-It's gone…," Jack whimpered as tears formed in his eyes and shamefully
rolled down his face, "He's done it… he's b-broken my c-center! It's g-gone!"
After what seemed like endless hours of weeping into Tooth's chest, Jack was
eventually pried from her by the nightmare fearlings and dragged back through
the shadows into his cell, where to his dismay, Pitch was waiting for him.
At the sight of the Nightmare King, Jack immediately scurried terrified into
the furthest corner of the cell as he tried to cover his bare body.
"Please! I c-can't… no more," The winter spirit begged as he cowered against
the wall of his prison.
"Oh don't worry Jack; I'm done with you… For now," Pitch said as his golden
eyes glistened evilly causing a shudder to run down Jack's spine, "I just want
you to get dressed. We will be reconvening with the other Guardians."
Pitch gestured to Jack's bloody hoodie and worn out pants that had been folded
neatly and set on the wooden chair that he had tied the winter spirit to
earlier in his capture. Jack didn't budge from the corner he hid in,
embarrassed and ashamed to no extent. Pitch rolled his eyes impatiently, "Come
on Jack, There's no need to be shy… It's nothing I haven't seen before."
Jack still refused to move.
"Oh well," Pitch sighed, "I suppose I will just have to take you to the
Guardians looking like that…."
Jack insides snapped. He immediately stood up and grabbed for his clothes,
dressing quickly as he avoided the Nightmare King's wandering golden eyes.
"Well now," Pitch said as Jack pulled his bloody hoodie over his head and
finished dressing, "Shall we go then?"
He gripped the winter spirit's thin arm and pulled him through the shadowy
walls of the cell to a sight that unnerved Jack more than anything he had seen
in his entire ordeal. The Guardians were lined on their knees with their hands
tied behind their backs at the foot of Pitch's dark throne like they were when
Pitch had first captured them, only this time they all looked drained and weak.
There were hollow, bloody gashes where North's brilliant wonder-filled eyes
used to be and his face had lost all of its warmth and color. Bunny's ankle
where his foot had been severed off was bloody and sickening to look at as the
Pooka twitched and shook violently in fear against his restraints. Sandy wasn't
physically harmed but he looked weak and powerless, unable to even keep his
tired eyes open. The state Tooth was in frightened Jack and sent a piercing
chill up his back; She was lying with her hands and wings tied together on the
floor with her eyes closed and she wasn't moving, it hardly looked like she was
even breathing. The black lashes covering her bare back looked even worse than
when Jack had last seen them and they were festering and seemed to be cutting
into her skin.
Pitch gripped Jack's arm tighter as he walked him over to the Guardians,
throwing him to the ground by Tooth and immediately wrapping his body in
nightmare sand as he took his place on is throne.
"Well," Pitch sighed happily, "These past few days have certainly been
interesting. I cannot tell you how much fun it was for me carrying out your
punishments… Did you enjoy watching all of them as much as I did, Jack?" Pitch
asked cruelly as he stared at the ashamed spirit.
Bunny was the first to react, "What?" He snapped to the Nightmare King as he
stopped fighting against the nightmare sand, "W-what do you mean, Pitch?"
"What I mean rabbit is that Jack was watching each and every one of you as you
were receiving your punishments…."
"T-that, that can't be true! Jack…?" Bunny begged as he looked at the trembling
spirit with tear filled eyes, "P-please… tell me it's not true!"
Jack could bear it anymore, "I'm so sorry, Bunny!" Jack wept through tears that
rolled down his cheeks and pitter pattered to the floor.
North bowed his head in shame as Bunny stared at Jack, sadly disbelieving what
he confessed. Jack could tell through his tears as he looked over to Sandy that
he was trying very hard to conjure up a sand image, but he couldn't.
Pitch's cold laughter ripped through the unbearable silence in the room, "You
all should have heard little Jack… he was constantly begging and pleading for
me to stop hurting all of you, it was rather adorable! He just would not stop
wailing throughout every one of your punishments, I'm surprised his voice isn't
shot. But it was quite refreshing for me hearing him scream so much… I was
beginning to miss it!"
Chapter End Notes
     Feels… :'(
     What did you guys think of this chapter and who is ready for the
     guardians to finally get out of Pitch's Palace? I want to see if any
     of you can guess what Pitch has secretly done to Toothinana (Psss,
     I'll give you a hint… It has to do with the whip lashes on her back!)
***** Chapter 11: Tooth's Center *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello Lovelies!!! Here's the next chapter of my story, I hope you all
     enjoy it!!! BTW, this is the chapter that we finally get to find out
     what Tooth's REAL Punishment is… All those that thought she had it
     easy with the whippings were wrong!
Jack could feel a foreign heat building up in his usually cold body. He was
past being ashamed and feeling exposed, he was angry, angrier than he had ever
been. If he wasn't in restraints, Jack would have gone and ripped the Nightmare
King's head off with his bare hands. A silent rage filled Jack's body as every
curse he could think of ran through his mind. Jack clenched his teeth and
balled his tied hands into tight fists as he stared up in hatred at the shadowy
figure perched upon his dark throne.
You fucking bastard! You've stolen everything from us and yet you still won't
let us go… What is the point anymore? What more can you take away from us? How
could you possibly bring us any lower?
Jack's thought of hatred were interrupted by a blood-curdling scream that came
from Tooth's unconscious figure.
Pitch smiled evilly as he slowly stood up from his throne, "Finally… it's about
time she joined the party!"
Tooth continued to scream as her body withed and contorted itself on the floor…
it was almost like she was in a nightmare that she could not wake up from.
"Pitch! Pitch, stop the nightmare! It's scaring her, please!" Jack begged as he
began struggling against the nightmare sand, scraping his knees against the
floor as he tried to scoot closer to the fairy.
"A nightmare? I didn't give her a nightmare… it's a little surprise!"
Jack looked from the agonized fairy to the Nightmare King towering over him,
"What have you done to her?"
"Flip her over, Jackson," Pitch commanded as he waved his hand over the winter
spirit and the fairy, causing the nightmare sand to disintegrate from their
hands. Jack moved cautiously over to Tooth and being as gentle as he possibly
could be, he flipped her over to reveal the multiple black whip lashes across
her back.
"Those whippings to her back weren't just for the sheer pleasure of hearing her
scream, oh no… they are so much more than that! You see Frost, for each of
those lashes, little Toothiana loses a memory… and not just any measly old
memory, but a memory of importance and significance. Soon all of the most
important aspects of her life will all be erased from her mind, the children,
collecting teeth, the mini fairies, even all of you will be forgotten by her
and there's no way of know when it will happen or what she has forgotten… by
the end she won't even remember her own name!"
Jack was scorching now; the heat that had been building up was now fueled by
his hatred for the Nightmare King and he felt like a volcano was erupting
inside of him. This was how he was going to break Tooth's center; stealing her
most precious memories. Pitch whipping her was just the tip of the iceberg…
this was the real punishment. Bunny stared disbelievingly from Tooth to Pitch,
unable to speak after what he had just heard. North bowed his head as bloody
tears trickled down his once rosy cheeks; Sandy's face was plastered with a
look of utter sadness. Jack he was practically blinded for the unfathomable
hatred for the shadowy figure standing before him. Without even thinking, Jack
lunged himself at the Nightmare King like some kind of possessed animal to the
surprise of the Guardians, wrapping his small hands tightly Pitch's neck,
trying to snap it in half. Instead of trying to pry the enraged winter spirit
off himself, Pitch smirked viscously at him, "If you kill me now Frost, you'll
never know how to make it stop!"
Jack's eye shot wide. Still tightly grasping Pitch's neck, Jack pitifully
looked back at the unconscious fairy and all of his bound Guardian friends,
longing to help them any way he could… if that meant keeping the bastard alive
then so be it! He slowly released his grasp on the Nightmare King's neck.
"Good boy Jack," Pitch sneered as he brushed some frost left from Jack's hoodie
off his dark robe, "Now the only way to prevent little Tooth from losing her
memories is to find the way out of my palace. Oh sure, you know where the
entrance is, but impossible to leave the way you came in this place. There's
only one entrance and one exit in my palace and the only way to get out is to
find the exit as quickly as possible. The challenge in this task is that my
palace is like a shadow that shifts and changes constantly and that makes the
exit very difficult to find. It's a giant labyrinth of twisting and turning
corridors, tunnels, and dead ends that seem to go on and on. Some people that
have accidentally wondered into my lair had gone mad looking for the exit and
eventually succumbed into their fear of being lost and trapped forever; they
all made quite lovely additions to my fearling army. You all must find the exit
and escape my palace before Toothiana loses all of her memories or you could
all end up with the same fate as those poor souls. For every memory she loses,
the whip lash will be etched into her skin as a painful reminder of what she's
forgotten. From the looks of it," Pitch said as he eyed the fairies wounded
bare back, "There will be plenty of scars left!"
Jack rushed to Tooth and cradled her feeble body close to him, stoking her soft
lovely feathers. The Nightmare King waved his hands over the other guardians
causing the nightmare sand to slither from their hands and melt into the
shadows covering the floor. Sandy acted as a support for Bunny and a guide for
North as he led them both slowly to Jack and Tooth. Jack laid Tooth's fragile
head down on Bunny's soft lap as he laced his hand through her hair feathers.
With Bunny's help, North's hands were guided to Tooth's and he gripped them
warmly and carefully as Sandy gently stroked the fairies pale, strained face.
"Awww, now isn't that precious," Pitch cooed as he stood before the guardians,
"You should all be on your way… it looks like the lashes have already begun
taken their toll…."
With those words Tooth's eye shot open in pain. She blinked a couple times
stared in confusion at all the injured Guardians surrounding her and then up to
the Nightmare King smiling sadistically down to her. Jack kissed her forehead
earnestly as he gripped her small hands.
"Jack…," Tooth cried weakly, " Where are we? What's happened to all of you…?"
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