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Breathing Is A Necessity	By : BringtheHawt Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 8424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note:
WARNING! - Nonconsensual-dirty-descriptive sex is contained in this chapter. You may not find all of it erotic. Some of it is meant to be disturbing, disgusting and degrading, but the blood-queasy can read safely cause it does fall short of severe physical torture.
I have good news and bad news.
Bad news- This chapter was originally going to contain all the nonconsensual sex scenes intended for this fic and be about two(or three) times as long as it is, but for the sake of story progression I decided to split it and give you only about half(or a third). Additionally, if you don't like rape ... more is coming.
Good news - This is still a long, meaty chapter ... and a decent portion of the next one is already done. Additionally, if you like rape ... more is coming.
If I did this chapter right, it will gnaw at your insides.

*****

March 29, 8:19 AM

Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office

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In that awkward little stage between slumber and consciousness, Edgeworth began to realize something was happening to his body.

Let's see ...

Upward.

His body felt small ... cramped?

Throat dry, mouth open. Mouth being kept open.

There was this ... strange feeling.

He felt sensitive, wet and cool, inside.

Inside ... his body.

Dripping from him.

What was ... ?

Oh God.

He remembered.

Gant.

Pale body jerked to life, but very large hands had him trapped in an uncomfortable position.

"Easy, easy," Gant murmured, holding him.

His position in the ogre's grip explained that cramped feeling. Miles' back was pressed into Gant's huge chest, hands beneath the attorney's trembling thighs so he could hold those legs upward. A mid-air fetal position of sorts, tucked against Damon's body.

"Mm, mm!" Cool fluid was leaking from his hole. The police chief was ... draining him.

"You still seem to be in a bit of a mental-lull ... so let me explain to you what's happening. We're still in your office, for now. You can't speak, there's a ball-gag in your mouth. Your hands are cuffed behind your back," then the tone of his voice became a bit rough, "You're completely vulnerable, to me."

Miles checked everything Gant mentioned. He confirmed his surroundings, his bound hands, the gag ... A pathetic effort was made to push off of the other man's body, but that brutish strength made keeping a dazed Edgeworth still seem rather effortless.

"
I've just given you an enema, so you'll be nice and clean, for me," and he rocked Miles' body a bit, causing more solution to drip from his passage, "You can't see it, but there's a bucket beneath you ... collecting everything that pours out of you. Almost done.-- Such an erotic experience, for me ... undressing and washing your lovely body. It made it difficult ... not raping you in your sleep. That kind of sweet vulnerability begs for it. But I was gentle with you, Worthy. Quite gentle."

Gant was enjoying his bird's-eye view of Miles' curled body .

"You should be grateful for your stunning body. I could have dressed you in a skirt, some stockings ... getting your butt slapped while wearing such feminine accents would be, unbearably, humiliating. But," squeezing those thighs, "your skin is too perfect ... This body should always be exposed. Always naked, ready to be fucked."

Edgeworth, again, tried to push himself from Gant's body. With slightly more vigor, this time.

They were done, the older man decided. The chloroform would wear off completely, soon. Most of the solution had already leaked from that body, and a fully-recovered Edgeworth could pose a problem in this kind of position.

Damon carried his captive to that puffy magenta couch, and dropped him on it. Miles, predictably, tried to squirm away ... but a firm grip in his hair forced his face down onto the cushion.

The police chief sat in a chair he had moved next to the couch earlier, as much of this event had already been planned. In fact, the dark-colored gym-bag that's lying on the floor, directly beside him? Also previously placed there.

Edgeworth, face down, could only guess Gant's actions through what he heard. The rustle of fabric? Items being sifted through?

Quiet, suddenly. Miles nearly preferred Damon's ridiculous taunts to this wordless moment of dreadful anticipation.

Soon, something cold and slick slid into his hole.

"Mm ... " rather pitifully. His hips shifted up into the air, trying to escape the intrusion. When the cold-and-slick something curled inside his body, he realized it had to be Gant's fingers. Two, at least. Pushing in and out of his moist hole. Again and again.

"I'm going to prepare you nicely, Worthy. You'll be perfect for my cock, soon enough."

Fingers began to rub into his prostate.

Miles moaned, quietly. No amount of internal begging was going to prevent his body from responding to that stimulation.

He didn't even notice Damon had released his hair.

"Slut," fondly, when Edgeworth made no effort to escape those probing fingers.

Gant continued massaging his gland for a minute, before pressing a third finger into that body.

A groan. It went from rhythmic touching to fast jabs. A hand had moved to his belly, to keep him steady as those fingers shoved inside. Working that hole, teasing that sensitive flesh. Miles hands formed fists, instinctively pulling at those cuffs.

Edgeworth repeated over and over in his mind: Don't move ... don't moan, don't encourage him ... don't, enjoy, it.

Rather suddenly, those fingers pulled out.

The attorney breathed. That body tensed, once again nervous, as he heard Damon move about behind him. That ... couldn't be the 'perfect preparation' ... One-finger, two-finger, three-finger, fuck?

Gant cupped his testicles, taking both in one palm.

Miles groaned a protest, but Damon hushed him with a harsh squeeze, "Get on your back, Worthy."

Despite the stinging pain Damon's touch gave him, Edgeworth didn't move.

"Don't want me to see your face?" tugging on those balls, "Turn. Around."

It hurt. He couldn't hold back a soft whine, this time, but there was still no move made to obey.

Damon was tired of asking. With that grip on those genitals, he roughly pulled that body upward.

Edgeworth groaned. Hips twisted, to alleviate the pain. After some more punitive yanking, Gant had maneuvered the lawyer onto his back.

It was the first time during this encounter that Miles was face-to-face with his would-be master. An interesting contrast ... Gant, the bear, fully-clothed and looming over Edgeworth's smaller, completely naked form. The prosecutor tried his best to look spiteful ... but an observation brought a blush to his face. -- Gant had a medium-sized silicone dildo in his right-hand.

"What a cute look you have on your face," he smirked.

Further resistance was matched with Damon's free hand slamming down on his throat, and a knee pressing into that white thigh ... trying to keep those legs parted. The police chief was getting annoyed, now.

"You don't want it?" an open palm slapped the prosecutor's face, "it's pink, your favorite color."

The sting kept those silver-eyes shut, for a moment. Gant took advantage of this momentarily stunned Edgeworth to begin jamming the dildo into that hole. Only about two inches, though.

"Mm!" arching, as the toy stretched him further than those fingers had.

"Settle down," Damon, leaning to his ear, "I'm still at the point where I want you to enjoy this, Edgeworth, but it has become a marginal decision. Start doing as I say, before this turns into a brutal, vicious fuck."

Miles glanced off to the side, and Gant wasn't sure to interpret this as an act of submission or humiliation.

"Gggm," as that toy was stuffed deeper inside.

"This is a dildo, not a plug, as you can see. If it gets stuck inside you due to any resisting, squirming or wiggling ... I won't be taking you to the hospital to have it removed. So, stay still."

Damon watched Edgeworth's body tense up as he started screwing him with the toy. Just a steady in-and-out motion, forcing that hole open, reintroducing that passage to what a real fucking was like. It must have been a while, Gant realized. A while since Miles took anything resembling a cock inside his ass.

Gant was happy, now. His prince was breathing, shuddering, blushing and still.

A snicker, "I've noticed you're completely obedient when your little slut-hole is being stuffed," shoving faster, now, and twisting it, "Can't wait to see how you respond to my prick."

The change of pace distracted Miles for a second, but he did manage to aim a rather indignant look at his captor.

"My little slut-prince. Too much pride, can't admit you love getting fucked," Gant moved, startling Edgeworth, but it was only to lick his cheek.

Then, Damon removed himself from the couch and returned to the chair beside it, leaving Edgeworth with about four-inches of dildo stuffed inside his conflicted body.

Gant smiled at Edgeworth. Then, from his bag, pulled out a thick book--Selected Works of Albert Camus-- and flipped open to his bookmarked page .. somewhere in the three-hundreds.

*****

March 29, 8:46 AM

Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office

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"We'll leave that dildo inside you, for a while."

...

"Hmm? You don't like that? Well. Let's try this: If you can squeeze it out of your hole, without lifting your body ... I won't use anymore toys on you."

Miles looked at the dildo disappearing between his thighs. The image caused his hole to tighten, hugging it. It would have been relatively easy to get it out if Gant didn't smack him down when he tried to lift his body up.

Humiliating.

On one end, Edgeworth loathed the thought of Damon playing games with him. His struggle to force the dildo out of his body would, undoubtedly, entertain the bastard. Watching Miles wiggle, twist, push ...

On the other end, Gant's offer was promising because he found toys degrading beyond compare. Though he'd never admit it verbally, he'd far sooner be taunted with Gant's body ... whether it be his fingers, tongue or a more reasonably-sized version of his cock. At least then, there wouldn't be the added disgrace of being ... ignored, while his body was conditioned for rape by an object as ridiculous as a pink silicone dildo.

Miles imagined Gant did something similar to this to all of his previous partners ... letting them squirm in some kind of humiliating position as Gant acted disinterested. Give them time to muse over the situation. Let them imagine their fate. What did they feel? Anticipation? Shame, anxiety? Desperation ... arousal, emptiness ...

The situation may be different this time, though. Damon's previous partners may have not given him a 'reason' to truly hurt them, and they likely never considered murder as a potential fate.

Miles suspected this was ... a very real possibility, for himself.

How else could this end? If control stays within Gant's hands ... abduction or death seemed to be the only two results of this encounter.

And what was Damon looking for? A challenge? Complete submission? Would he be disgusted or pleased if Miles played along and pretended to enjoy this abuse? Perhaps compliance would bore him, or perhaps nothing would please the demon more than Edgeworth surrendering his pride, submitting out of desperation, just before being killed by Gant's hands.

Perhaps Miles' decision here was meaningless ... and, no matter what he did, Gant had already chose a specific outcome.

... Edgeworth recognized that Damon wanted him to silently suffer these uncomfortable musings.

This was part of the process.

...

Better turn to more pleasant thoughts.

Something warm and fluffy.

Like Phoenix.

Hm. What was Phoenix doing right now? Probably sleeping in.

Miles imagined Wright in bed, by himself. His Plan-B lover had complained about being lonely.

Alone. For how long, now? He wondered if Phoenix had even tried to move on, after their relationship. Or did the silly fool just ... always belong to him.

Edgeworth shouldn't have left Phoenix. He would have never indulged Gant's fierce lust, if they had been together.

No.

That was selfish, actually. And not the truth.

The real reason he shouldn't have left ... was that dopey grin on Phoenix's face, after that last kiss they shared.

"I'll wait for you; I will."

... Seemed like such a dumb thing to say.

*****

March 29, 9:13 AM

Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office

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Gant, without moving, glanced at his pouting prince.

His subtlety was rewarded ... Edgeworth was entirely unaware of his gaze.

Worthy. Quiet. Staring off to the side. An undeniably sad look, in his eyes. The kind of look that hinted at deep, internalized pain.

Damon, who, by profession, routinely associated with the miserable and/or guilty, and, by choice, routinely associated with the emotionally delicate ... was pretty good at reading such expressions. There was no doubt in his mind ... Edgeworth was either dwelling over a bleak future, or despondently dreaming of loved ones. Mr. Wright, maybe?

With previous partners, seeing this kind of vulnerable expression pleased Gant.

From Miles? It was ... strange. He imagined a few tears on that smooth cheek.

Hm, well. Time to snap Edgeworth out of it.

"Why so sad? Has the untouchable Miles Edgeworth been devastated by a silicone dildo?"

The gloomy look to-the-side was immediately replaced by a scornful head-on glare.

Gant smirked, setting his book down, "There's my Edgeworth."

Damon grabbed the toy between Miles' legs and began to twist it, causing the bound man to shudder. Odd, it had been stuffed inside him for so long that it felt like it had become an extension of his body. Gant moving it had reminded him this wasn't the case.

"The nice thing about silicone dildos ... are the way they move, inside you. Can you feel it, Edgeworth? The way its wiggling inside your hole."

The older man was, of course, correct. Miles could feel it wobbling inside ... an awkward internal massage. It made his prick stir.

Damon added a fuck-movement with the twisting.

Edgeworth groaned, instinctively trying to close his legs.

"Seems your body wants it trapped inside you," teasingly, "That would explain why you didn't try to force it out."

"Mm ... !"

"That's enough, for now," tugging out the toy, placing it on the floor.

Miles trembled, before looking at a suspiciously quiet Damon. The ogre seemed content just gazing at his half-aroused, entirely-naked partner, for a minute.

"I've waited a long time, for this," Gant admitted, tone without its typical superficiality. Just simple honesty. He began unbuttoning his own suit-jacket. "I hope you don't try to ruin it for me."

Removing that top layer of clothing revealed a shoulder holster. Edgeworth gazed, warily, at Damon's handgun. He was, indirectly, threatening the prosecutor.

"Open your legs," nothing rough or rude in his voice. It almost sounded like a request, actually.

Miles looked at him, silently agonized.

After a minute, his gaze shifted away from the man, aimlessly, and his thighs parted.

"Good, very good," smiling.

Edgeworth heard the man's pants unzip ... felt the couch shift and the wet sound of lubrication being applied to flesh.

Two slick fingers massaged the rim of his hole. Lots of lube, it made him feel sloppy. Miles tried to relax.

"Slow, gentle ... I won't overwhelm you, Edgeworth," as his prick-tip pressed against at that lovely body's entrance, "Consider this another preparatory step for the deep, rough fucking I'm going to give you, later."

Gant's poking caused Miles' hole to tighten, body trying to reject any intrusion.

Damon sighed. He leaned down to Edgeworth's face, kissed that cheek.

"Relax, Worthy ... Would it help if you pretended I was Phoenix?"

The distracting question threw the prosecutor off-guard, and Gant, without delay, stuffed the bulging head of his cock into him.

"Mmm!" High-pitched surprise.

It hurt.

Gant was fucking huge.

Splitting him open.

The smaller body had never been stretched like this, before.

He squirmed, wildly. Unthinkingly trying to close his legs, but Gant's massive body blocked such a maneuver.

"Easy, Edgeworth," growling. It was taking a lot of effort not to slam-fuck Miles, with that whore-body teasing him ... having his dick, for the first time, lodged inside that smooth little hole. He was having trouble remembering why he waited so long to rape Miles. He was looking at that face ... it had a stressed look, eyes clenched shut.

As for the prosecutor, even three inches of Damon's prick felt like too much. Such a fat dick. Spreading his body impossibly.

He was glad his hands were cuffed behind his back, now. He would have been clinging to Gant's shoulders, if they hadn't been secured.

He was also glad for the ball-gag. He would be crying out ridiculous statements: Oh god, you're ripping me open ... stop! I can't ...-- what're you doing to my body? Your dick doesn't fit ... Take, take it out. The sort of things that would turn on a beast like Gant.

"Settle down ... stop, twisting!"

Edgeworth, for his own sanity, tried to listen. Tried to relax his body.

His rapist was touching his dick. His rapist was squeezing his shaft and pulling at him.

"Listen to my breathing, Edgeworth," Gant whispered in that ear.

Deep, rhythmic breaths. In and out, in and out. Soon, his breathing mirrored Damon's. He became still. Still, while straining on the tip of that cock... unable to avoid an occasional tremor, breathing. Interesting little tactic Gant had used, on him.

"I won't fuck you ... I just want you to feel me, feel how wide I am. Your hole is swallowing my girth nicely, Worthy," continuing to stroke Edgeworth's hardening penis, "Your body is ok. Your dick is hard, you're feeling good, right now."

Odd how ... reassuring, Damon was. Speaking to him, massaging his dick, unmoving. It shouldn't be like this; Damon shouldn't be seen as a source of comfort.

"You feel so exquisite, Worthy. Responsive, tight. I imagined you, like this. Smooth and beautiful and snug," watching the closed-eyed expression on Edgeworth's face, "I don't know how I've resisted taking you, for this long ... I can't, anymore. You've broken me."

Eventually, Miles felt his prick thicken, with those touches. He moaned a bit ... Gant's efforts to distract him from the repulsive stretching between his legs were working.

"You're going to cum with me inside you ... you're going to cum, all over my hand, despite this prick you always seemed so afraid of taking," his voice became hushed, throaty, "Do you realize what I'm doing to you, Worthy? Your mind is going to start associating that unbearable, stuffed feeling with pleasure, your body will adapt ... soon, not having my dick will leave you feeling empty and desperate."

Ridiculous ... ! A retaliatory squirm, but with that hand on his cock, that bulge in his body and that large frame pressing into him ... he didn't move very far.

"Don't tempt me ... " Damon warned, voice rough.

"Mmm ... !" frustrated.

But Gant's large hand was working him pretty good. Thick fingers wrapped around him, pulling, moving faster. Stunning friction.

Several more minutes, then he came. Embarrassing proof of his physical satisfaction.

Gant tugged his engorged dick out of that throbbing hole ... quite pleased with his display of self-control. It was hard ... not giving in to the desire to fuck Edgeworth out of his mind.

Miles slowly opened his eyes, wondering what was happening to him; He felt sore ... but that empty feeling Gant promised him was there.

*****

March 29, 9:47 AM

Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office

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It was 'conditioning,' Edgeworth recognized, as he watched the ogre's erection soften.

Gant was trying to make a point by forcing an orgasm from him with that large dick in his ass, meanwhile leaving his own pleasure incomplete. Not fucking him, not coming. Just coaxing pleasure out of Miles.

It was meant to shame him, taunt him. Gant did not cum. Gant whispered cute little praises in his ear, but did not cum. Gant was licking Edgeworth's cream off his own fingers, but he did not cum.

This is nonsense. All of it! The prosecutor wouldn't fall for these ridiculous manipulations. Gant was a stupid bastard and what the hell did it matter if he came while toying with him.

"You seem upset," noticing Miles staring at his prick, "Are you annoyed you didn't get any of my cum?"

Edgeworth couldn't stop some color from reaching his face, turning his eyes away from that cock.

Gant snickered, pulling his gorgeous toy into his lap in a face-to-face position. Miles shifted as far from Damon's lower-body as possible, just trying to keep himself from touching that plump dick. He hated this, though. Sharing such an intimate position with such a repulsive man.

Hm. Gant realized that though Edgeworth was no longer fighting every indignation he was suffering at Gant's hands, there was an obvious lack of respect, here.

Time to end that, he decided.

"Do you think I'm going to kill you, Edgeworth?" He asked, humorlessly.

The harsh look in Miles' eyes immediately softened, gaze shifting downward.

Gant idly began smoothing out silver locks. A demeaning but affectionate caress.

"How humiliating would it be ... if your bloody body was found in this office? Tokyo's beautiful celebrity attorney ... raped and murdered. Naked, marks all over your body, gag in your mouth, dildo in your ass ... bullet in your head. Would whoever found the corpse remember that precious dignity of yours?"

Miles' breath hitched.

"Honestly," taking the gun out of its holster, and pressing it beneath his chin, "I've suffered so many insults, from you."

Edgeworth closed his eyes.

"So many belittling comments, disgusted looks ... "

Gant's captive didn't move.

"Refusing to kiss me? Within moments of seeing me you'll be on my cock, yet you act like my mouth is a fucking safety hazard," he pressed the gun into that flesh, roughly, "That's classic, Edgeworth. Really."

The prosecutor winced.

"Then there was, that little episode at your house ... A brilliant cross-examination, Mr. Prosecutor. And if you must know, father wasn't a rapist, mother didn't hit me and my uncle never fucked me," petting Edgeworth's hair and, now, whispering in his ear, "It must be that chemical imbalance, you had referred to. You're so smart, Worthy."

Though Damon was content with the distant, sad look on Miles' face, he continued.

"I wish I could tell you that, my admission that night ... the one where I essentially said I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, was just an attempt to manipulate you into letting me fuck you. But that'd be a lie. I did want you. So, yes, your insulting rejection ... hurt. Are you proud of that?"

No answer.

"It's funny. Even after that humiliating departure, a part of me still wants you."

No scornful glare. No dismissive gesture.

Damon moved his gun into Miles' line of vision, "I've fantasized about fucking you with this, you know," voice husky, to compliment the disgusting taunt, "I've imagined pumping it into your lovely, trembling body. Metal isn't quite as forgiving as silicone ... but a little slut like you might enjoy it, regardless."

That body wretched, suddenly, and a small, choking noise escaped Edgeworth. Saliva began seeping out the corner of his stuffed mouth.

He was gagging, Gant realized. Which made him smile. Bringing forth both an emotional and physical reaction out of the typically unflappable prosecutor with words and imagery alone ...

He put the gun back, before grabbing Miles' chin, "You're drooling. What a mess," a hand moved to the back of that pretty head, grabbing at the clasp of the gag, "We'll take this off, now."

Though he knew he would regret freeing Edgeworth's mouth ... the attorney looked rather nauseous at this point, and might have ended up suffocating on his own vomit if he wasn't careful.

Damon, gently, removed the gag from his mouth.

A bit of relief.

"Jaw sore?" Gant questioned, wiping off that saliva.

Despite his mouth now being freed, Edgeworth did not exercise his ability to speak.

"You don't look well. Did you hate being gagged like that?" hand moving to massage the younger man's upper back, smirking, "Maybe sucking my cock would make that little whore-mouth feel better ... "

Miles looked at Gant, for a moment. Then, an amused snort ... followed by a low chuckle which morphed into bitter laughter.

The police chief blinked.

"Forgive me, Gant," Miles requested, smirking, "I was just ... imagining you pulling half of your prick out of my corpse's mouth, and a bloody stump between your legs as you struggled to clean any evidence of you being the murderer ... before fleeing to the hospital, checking yourself in and choking on the explanation of why your dickhead is severed from your body."

Damon's mouth twitched.

"You'll just have to trust me: It is a funny image, but I digress," looking his captor in the eye, "Please, Gant ... put your dick in my little whore-mouth."

...

Damon pressed forward, gripping Edgeworth by his throat.

"You mock me? Even now?"

"You're a sick bastard. You need psychiatric help and antidepressants."

"You've two seconds to reconsider that response."

"I only need one to rephrase it for you," before spitting into his face.

"Stupid cunt!" Gant snarled, standing.

Being dragged to his own desk by Damon's one-handed grip on his neck reminded Miles of what kind of beast he was dealing with. The irate man shoved the office chair away, forcing Edgeworth face-down onto the desk.

"Remember that I wanted to do this differently," Gant hissed in that ear.

That's when Damon's bare hand smacked harshly against the flesh of his ass. A second time, then a third. Edgeworth gasped and squirmed, surprised at the stinging pain that palm alone could deliver. Gant wailed away at his flesh, striking with a ferocity that frightened the prosecutor. Slapping that reddening flesh again and again. That body buckled against that hand. Miles, tears in his eyes, struggled not to give into the urge to beg him to stop, as each wild swipe with that hand brought out a closed-mouth groan. The bastard just kept hitting him ...

Damon stopped, eventually, and squeezed that swollen skin.

"Ahh ... !" unavoidably. The sharp pain was turning into a sore warmth.

Pinning Edgeworth to the desk, one thumb pressing into that aching skin, stretching him open ...

"Gant!"

"All the way, this time," he gruffed, free hand placing his cock against that entry, "ready?"

Damon began jamming his thick head inside.

"No ... " twisting. It was too big. More lubricant wasn't applied to that dick and his rapist wasn't being gentle.

His prick pressed past that ring. Gant continued his rough thrusting, crawling deeper into that ridiculously tight body, inch-by-inch.

"I'll take you in places no one has touched, whore," forcing Edgeworth's passage open.

"Ohh," heavily, when Gant's pelvis pressed against his thoroughly-slapped ass.

Miles could feel that prick, fully ... the curve of the vein running along the bottom of the shaft, the fat crown spearing him so deep inside. It felt disgusting, the way his inner-walls contorted to accommodate that eager dick. Unnatural.

Damon, unkindly, gave him no time to adjust. Hands on those hips, he immediately began pumping his cock through that struggling hole.

"I'll rip!"

"Don't worry," slamming forward, rigorously, "I worked you nicely, earlier."

That body endured the full-scale assault. The friction at his entrance was burning him, the penetration deep inside stretching him horribly. His wrists were chafing from constantly tugging at those handcuffs. His hips were smacking into the desk with every energetic thrust Gant made, and each time that muscular body slapped into his beaten rump ...

That body quivered, twisted ...

"That's it, Worthy ... resist me, squirm like a girl," punctuating his taunt with some fierce balls-deep plunging.

"Absurd bastard!" amidst pained groans.

Gant's movements slowed, suddenly, then stopped. An act of mercy?

"Drink this, for me," with a bit of a chuckle.

A torrent of fluid burst inside his trembling body, filling him.

Miles eyes widened. It wasn't cum.

"Disgusting pig!" with renewed venom.

But a hand grabbed at that silver hair, and slammed the prosecutor into the desk with nearly enough force to knock the man unconscious ... certainly enough to break the skin on the right side of his forehead.

"I'm claiming this body, Edgeworth," continuing to leak in that passage, "Even if a thousand men fucked you after this, your body would always remember me ... my prick, my strength, everything I'm doing to you."

Miles, in a nasty little daze, made no response, and was absolutely still as Damon finished unloading his warm stream inside him.

After, the brutish man took a moment, to enjoy the feel of that pliant whore-body hugging his penis.

"But no one else is going to touch you, after me," in that ear, before shifting his cock again. Slowly though, just enough to maintain his erection, giving Edgeworth time to recover. He didn't want his slut disoriented and unresponsive for his first climax inside him.

When Miles' breathing seemed to match his movements, he began thrusting a little harder.

When Miles started moaning, quietly, he started a sharp, jabbing motion.

"My body ... " Edgeworth gasped out, sensation returning.

"No, my body," Damon corrected, suddenly pulling from that hole, "My beautiful, slutty body," lifting Edgeworth, "I'll put it on display ... make the world jealous of what I own."

Gant hoisted the defenseless prosecutor onto the large, two-foot tall shelf before the window. A kneeling position, so Gant could quickly stuff his bulging dick back inside.

"Uhn ... " without his past vigor.

"It's a nice view, Worthy. Do you think anyone ever watched us, from that office building over there? Maybe someone noticed you sucking my cock in here, during one of our many inappropriate on-the-job fuck-sessions. You've never bothered to close the curtains. What a fucking tease," as he began thrusting, again, "Think you're teasing a few admirers, right now? Seducing them with your body ... impressing them by taking this dick inside you. You should squirm. Cry. Act like a victim. Maybe they'll realize, come save you ... or ask for a turn."

"What're you ... " Miles was embarrassed, hurting, panting, convinced Damon had ravaged him with this intense stretching, "What're you doing to me?"

Faster, now. Pounding as deeply as possible, Damon taunted him, "I'm close. Take all the cum I've been saving, for you, for this moment, for this body that belongs to me."

"Ahh, ah!" trembling, when Gant embedded himself inside his body ... The beast was grunting, squeezing his body as he spewed thick cream into him.

"You won't be trying to move, anytime soon," Damon smirked, removing his cock from the exhausted prosecutor, "How was my performance, as your personal fuck-associate? Are you happy you chose this prick?"

Edgeworth's body slouched forward, aching, weak.

"Say that you're mine," touching Miles' back.

The younger man shook his head no.

"I'm far from being done with you," the police chief warned. Damon pulled that body off of the book-shelf, taking three steps back and plopping down in that large office chair. He held Miles in his lap, back-to-chest.

"How else can I claim you? I'll leave my mark across your entire body," pulling a switchblade from the breast-pocket of his shirt, his arm moved across to the front of Edgeworth's body ... flipping open the blade before the other's eyes, "I'm going to carve my name into your pretty skin; Would you like to choose where?"

Silence.

"Then, I will. Your chest, maybe?" He pointed the knife at Miles' chest, who flinched as Damon traced a D along the surface of the skin, "Perhaps somewhere everyone could see? Your forehead? Your neck? Maybe in a place that'd embarrass you ... across your ass ... " that knife moved downward, the cool, flat side of the blade pressing against his inner-thigh, "Hm. Right here. This spot pleases me."

A choke sound from Edgeworth, again. But this one was followed by a soft sniffle.

Miles was ... sobbing?

"Let me see," Gant insisted. This is one of the moments he had been waiting for, after all. This is what he wanted to see.

The sullen beauty remained turned away.
Damon closed the switchblade and returned it to his breast-pocket, before reaching for that chin ... But Miles suddenly twisted about in his lap, pressing his face into the crook of Damon's warm neck.

Beyond the occasional sob, both men became quiet.

Odd ... the police chief decided. Of all the scenarios his mind entertained, this one was never considered.

He just ... massaged the dejected attorney's arm, holding him.

And, Edgeworth?

Edgeworth would never be able to explain why it was preferable to cry into his rapist's shoulder, rather than allow him to see those tears.

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Author's Note: As always. Reviewer support is so, so appreciated. Let me know what you do and don't like, what is and isn't effective. A review, an email, or for AFF.net people, a quick vote makes me happy.

It's harder for me to write chapters like this ... cause the story-progression in previous chapters was basically one sex-scene and some quirky and/or revealing dialogue and chapters like this are completely dependent on specific details of what's happening here, emotionally and physically. I'm trying to create an atmosphere, and I honestly may be out of my element.
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