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Omg it hit a hundred! Ahhhh! I did not even try to wish for that and defently did not expect it. Im so happy so many people enjoyed this work.

A bit of explanation for it, it was inspired by a simpson episode where lisa and bart go to military school. But I did not finish the episode and instead went to think up the story first.

Many elements were inspired by a norwegian movie called King of Devil's Island in english and Kongen av Bastøy in norwegian. The movie follows a kid that goes to an all boys school for trobled kids that did exist in norway until 1970. It was known for the harsh treatment of the boys and the use of abusive tactics.

Now, I have not seen the movie since I was 12 or so. But of course, my work and the movie does not portray todays military school, I have no clue how a military school works.😂

Military school

Toby Rogers x F!Reader [NSFW!]

Summery: You get sent to military school and there is one boy that stands out. Of course that's the boy everybody warned you about.

CW: 18+ content, descriptions of bodily harm, blood, suicidal thoughts, toxic relationship, sexual content, self-destructive tendencies, mention of selfharm, reader gets hurt, consent but everything is not well discussed. Sadism. Reader a bit of a masochists.

Warning for writing: Idk how a military school works, but everyone is over 18, toby has gone with slender (so he is over 19) but mother send him off before. (ofc that means she isnt dead and he didnt burn down their house) long plot before any fun. Dyslexia.

Your eyes flickered back and forth between your crying mother and your stern faced father. It was his decision, that was clear. His fault two men were dragging you out of your own house in the middle of the night. You weren’t surprised but you did not expect it either. It was those god damn rumours that had been flying around about you. He thought you was just like your friends, skipping school, smoking and partying. And sure you had been to some home parties your family did not know about. But that was normal for a teenager, you didn’t do anything bad.

Still two strong men, were hauling you of to military school. The only solution your father ever came up with. First it was your older brother, which made actually sense, but you, a girl, to military school. Had he lost his head. You didn’t get time to ask, to cry or scream at him, for being so horrible. Since you got pushed into a car before you could even get over the pure shock.

Nobody talked to you, instead they talked between each other, seeming as surprised as you. By your side was a bag of cloths, your mother must have packed. How could she let this happened, you thought to yourself. What would happen to you? Looking past the scariness of military school, there was for sure no other girls their. Why would they even allow this?

The car stopped at a harbour, were the two men helped you down into a fishing boat. One of them pointed out to an island just at the horizon.

“That’s the school.” The man pointed out.

“It wouldn't take long” The other stated, standing at the wheel. The first man reached out his hand.

“I am first Lieutenant Price.” He announced, shaking your hand.

“Okay.” You responded unsure, they probably had your name, so you saw no reason to act compliantly. He did not address you again before you was of the boat stepping on to the island.

The island was flush and green, perfectly clipped grass and tall trees encasing the four houses in-front of you. Three of them were gigantic red buildings that stretched out. But compared to the main house they were nothing special, a three story white building with unnecessary amount of windows stood proudly in the middle. Two red houses to its left, one at its right. There were wood flooring connecting the four together. Probably to keep the kids from tracking in mud.

Lieutenant Price stopped beside you, while you awed at your surroundings.

“Its very daunting, I am sure. But I assure you, you are perfectly safe here. Sadly we do not have any girls here for you, not even staff. Regardless you are not here to make friends, so just focus on your self, fallow orders and I am sure you will be home sooner then you think.” He spoke calmly but you sensed the nervousness he held to himself. He the guided you to the closes red house.

“You will be sleeping here, keep your items under your bed, you are given pyjamas and uniforms that you are to wear. They will be on your bed. You will be woken at 06:00 and will have 30 minutes to get to breakfast. You will sleep at 10:00.” He was clearly not focusing on the information he had to give you and neither were you. You clenched on to your bag tightly as he raised his hand to bang on the door. After doing so a ray of upset groans sounded from the room inside. He seemed to almost smile at having disturbed their sleep, before he opened the door.

Inside there were bunk beds filling the room, at least 20 were scrammed, meaning there was 40 or so boys you had to share room with. To think you had complained at 10 to not share room with your older brother. They all seemed rather annoyed as Lieutenant Price shot on the lights.

“This is Y/N” He announced into the room.

“And non of you are to disturb her. Enso!” He shouted out. A boy popped his head up, climbing down from his bunk.

“He is a prefect, you might say” Lieutenant Price whispered at you. Then he faced the boy. He was maybe a year older then you. Brown straight hair, with a short cut. He had a long nose and on the top of it a pair of crocked glasses. He was wearing the same green/blue pyjama as they all were.

“You are to show her, how things are done around here.” Lieutenant addressed to him.

“I trust you” he said in a lower tone. “You have 15 minutes until I shut of the lights. I will be waiting outside.” Then the Lieutenant turned to you. “There’s your bed, you can pick if you want the top or bottom.” He turned to the wall and you fallowed his eye to a red button on the wall. “That’s the emergency button. Do not hesitate to press it. If any of these bastards as much as look at you, press the button. It will sett of a red light in the main house and I will come running.” He smiled as if the opportunity to beat up these kids gave him joy. He then went to face the rest of the room, announcing loudly. “Do not touch Y/N, do not disturb her. All of you rotten low lifers stay away from her, you hear me. I will not hesitate to beat any of you to a pulp.”

“Understood, Lieutenant Price!” Echoed over the room. All 40 or so boys had managed to utter the phrase, though some more intensely then others.

The room filled with chatter when the Lieutenant left, but at least no one was directly shouting at you. Enso guided you to a wash room without speaking, he had grabbed the pyjama from what you guessed was your bed. The wash room looked old and mouldy. With sinks at the right side and toilets to the left, thankfully no urinals. At the end of the room was a couple of shower heads, but no designated shower area. You would have to shower when no one was around.

“You should shower before sleep each day, but you have not done a days work so.” He looked at you questioningly, but leading you to the answer. You shook your head.

“I would rather not.”

“Perfect, change in the toilet stalls, brush your teeth, its not rocket science.” Enso said yawning. He waited patiently for you to finish and then guided you back to the room. He stopped up in front of the bed he had taken to clothing from. The room seemed to go silent.

“Have a good night” Enso smiled at you as he dragged his feet to his own bed.

You climbed up to the top bunk. Feeling as though you were safer up top. It did not take long before the Lieutenant came in and shut of the light. You nervously laid unable to close your eyes, staring up at the celling. The snoring came fast, other more disgusting sounds fallowed shortly. And even when the whole room was sleeping you were unable to relax. How would you ever fall asleep? You plunged your head into your pillow, turning your body around. And though you did not think it, morning came faster the it should have. It didn’t feel like you had slept but without your notice an other adult stood at the door, letting the morning light in. Holding a bell that he shook loudly. You tried your best to lift yourself up, but everything was telling you to stay down. It had not been a nightmare, so it was better to not face it.

“Come on, up with you” Enso shook you bed lightly. You steered angrily at him. He smiled back, he seemed to be in a better mood this morning.

“You need to make your bed, tuck in the corners of the blankets inside and puff up you pillow.” You fallowed his instructions lazily. “Look three beds over, that’s mine, that’s how it suppose to look.”

“Too bad.” You responded back climbing back down. He lifted his shoulders but did not argue.

“Your uniform is under your bed, take that, plus whatever extra, and come with me to the wash rooms” You did as told and as you turned to fallow him you saw the storm of bodies blocking the way to the wash room. They were already starting to undress themself, though not reached the room yet. Enso did not seemed the least face, he took hold of your wrist and dragged you along into the sea of people.

He managed to fight you both though the door. He pushed through a door an other boy had just entered. The boy seemed scared out of his mind, clutching on to his own uniform.

“Get out” Enso shouted at him and surprisingly he did. Enso then opened the door for you to slip in to. It was clear why the Lieutenant had given him the roll. You had hidden your bra and panties inside of the uniform t-shirt and tried your best to put them on fast. You stepped into the green cargo pants and started buttoning the jacket to the best of your ability. Hands started banging of the stalls beside you. But it seemed that Enso was standing watch at yours. You were forever grateful for him.

As you stepped out, the washing rooms seemed to be less chaotic. Half at least had managed to finish up and somehow Enso was standing in front of you fully dressed to.

“Now, you need to clean your nails and behind your ears, that's the places they check.” Enso said, walking over to the sinks. “Hopefully they will give you a brush for yourself” he muttered handing you a small nail brush. “So you don’t need to share with such filth” he said, anger rising in his tone.

“Filth! Is that how the perfect little boy sees us!” A voice roared over the room. Three boys looked angrily over to Enso. “Now he was a girl to impress, the truth reviles itself.!” The other chimed in. “You all are filth, I have never said otherwise.” Enso shouted back. Before any respond came one of the boys flew forward fist first. Hitting Enso hard in the face. He stumbled for a second before an other came at him. The surrounded him, 7 or 8 boys pressed him up ageist the wall. You looked panicked around, seeing if there was any way you could help him.

“Leave it be” A voice sounded from the furthest sink, the only boy to not go in on the attack. He was tall with fluffy curly brown hair (I am not cutting his hair, idc its military school) You meet his eyes, a sweet light brown, then your eyes travelled down his face, to a white bandaged covering his left cheek. Your curiosity kicked in, as he walked calmly past you. The other boys seemed to stop just for a second as he left the room. Thankfully a knocking sounded at the wall.

“Cut it out” a harsh voice sounded and the boys scathed. You fell to your knees in front on Enso, how had bruises both under his eye and high up on his four head.

“Are you okey?” You said worriedly, helping him up on his feet.

“Yea, happens, bunch of monkeys.” He said frustrate. He walked scruffy over to the sink, holding his stomach as he tried to wash his face. Blood from his lip dripped down, colouring the water.

“We need to go fast.” Enso suddenly blurted out, grabbing your hand and pulling you out. He rushed you out of the building and the two of you ran down the wooden path way. It seemed you was heading for the house that stood by it self on the left side. There it was an other crowed of people, pushed up ageist each other, but this time the amount had doubled.

“Is that the new girl” A boy shouted at Enso as he flew past.

“Non of your business.” he shouted back

“So the rumours are true.” An other murmur as they past the second sleeping quarters. You reached the crowds but couldn’t get any further, you were already surrounded by both side. Enso was still holding on to you, though he had given up on moving further.

“As long as we are in the crowed, we will get in.” He explained looking down at you.

“I need air” You said with some panic in your throat. It felt like you were being pushed by all sides. Enso seemed a bit puzzled by you, clearly he did not want to give up the spot. Though he was fine with getting closer. Just as before he started fighting his way forward, punching his elbows in to people and shouting “move” at them. Suddenly you were up by the door, only about 2 meters away, with a fence in your stomach. You breath out, leaning yourself on the fence, people started to give you at least a bit more room with Enso’s constant shouting.

“Thank you.” You breathed out, looking up at him.

“Least I can do, we will be in soon.” He said looking over to the doors. that's when your eyes landed back on the building you had just come from, the letter 2a plastered on the wall besides the door. As you watch the person from before, with the brandade came walking out calmly. You watched how he, in a sea of running people, walked on as if there was no hurry. He lifted a cigarette out of his pant pocket and lifted a lighter out of the other.

“Who is that?” You asked Enso, bumping his hand a bit to get his attention. He sighed as he fallowed your eyes.

“Toby Rodgers” He announced. “Stay away from him. Listen to me he is bad trouble.

“Worst then the rest?”

“Much worst.” He got down closer to you ear and whispered.

“Most here have their reasons to be here, drugs, skipping school, being brats and troublemakers. The worst maybe thief’s and drug dealers. Well Toby, he is murder, serial murder to clarify.”

“What, why isn’t he in prison then?” You continued to stare at him as he brought the lit cig up to his mouth.

“His mother doesn’t want to convict him. She sent him here instead, after he murdered her boyfriend, his own stepfather.”

“What the fuck” you looked up at Enso, who seemed terrified by his own speech.

“that's not the worst, he admitted to killing 10 others, mostly teens. And the cops got no clue. He says the operator tells him to. What ever the fuck that it. He is bookers, mental, full on psychopath. Do not let him know even that you exist, everyone is scared of him.”

“I see” you respond back. At that moment people start moving around you and Enso pulls you in to a huge dinning hall.

The two of you push your way to the most far out dinning table. There are four gigantic tables stretched all the way to the end of the room, where the adults sit. Their table faces the rest, certainly to keep an eye on the kids. Up you see Lieutenant Price sit talking and laughing with some of the others. They table is full of breeds, cut meat and cheese, with a bowl of fruit in the middle. While you look down yours, you can only see a big cooking pot.

“What’s for breakfast?” You ask Enso, who seems a bit distracted.

“Same as always, porridge.” He answers without taking his eye of the door. You fallow his eyes to a group of boys laughing with something in their hands.

“Bastards.” He mutters under his breath. “Your okey here alone, aren’t you?” He asks but before you can answer he is off. He starts shouting loudly making everyone disperse.

“Finally.” A boy comes up, red hair with rounded glasses. You stare up at him, confused.

“Thought he was never gonna leave your side.” He somewhat clarifies.

“Who are you?

“Sam” The boy answers. “But that doesn’t matter. Tell me” His eyes sone in on you, a smirk forming. “How do you like all the attention? Is that why you are here? They say you come here cause you was such a slut, your parents couldn’t handle the shame.” Your eyes widen as you listen to his disgusting insults, you don’t know what to do or what to say, you just stare confused at him. Then you see five other boys giggling behind. You just hope Enso gets back before he continues on again.

“Back of.” A dark voice behind them, different to Enso, but still familiar. The boys scatter like chickens, laughing loudly. You see Toby Rogers is the only one left, why would he defend you, why would he care. Enso’s face pop up at his shoulder.

“Get to you seat Rogers.” He says sternly, but there is little behind the threat, you see he is deathly afraid of him, and Toby knows it too. He stares at you, only for a moment, you study his face, as does he study yours, then he turns and disperses into the surrounding chaos.

Another kid is at Enso’s shoulder, a smaller blond boy. He sits down next to Enso.

“Sorry about that, I shouldn’t have left you.” Enso says looking worried at you. But a hand stretches pass him and into your space. You take it so not to seem rude.

“Emil.” He shakes you hand.

“Y/N.”

“Your fucked, you know that right.” Emil says gravely, drawing his hand back.

“Stop being mean.” Enso says hitting him in the shoulder. Emil quickly goes to stroke it.

“I’m not being mean.” He defends.

“Why?” You ask, both the boys head turns. You know it will be an adjustment, and all you want is to get back home. But you don’t think it’s that bad, just incredible frighting.

“He got the hots for ya, its not good either way.” Emil blurt out before Enso can stop him.

“Who?” You ask, feeling a bit dumb.

“Rogers of course.” Emil says fighting ageist Enso’s hand. “But its not good, you cant reject a murder, they would kill you, wouldn’t they. He has killed for less. And you cant keep him happy either. Your fucked”

“Drop it, both of you, quiet!” Enso says a bit to loud. In the same moment, the man sitting in the upper table, in the middle, had started speaking. He must be some kind of headmaster of sorts, you think to yourself.

There wasn’t much else you could think about for the rest of the breakfast. Though Emil was in you ear giving you the backstory of every student and pressing out every detail about you. Your most used word for that whole interaction was “huh”. Later on you had been put in to a group of 15 who had all been given jobs to cut some wood in the forest. Thankfully Enso was one in that group and told the others that you and him would wheelbarrow the wood back to the designated area, behind the dinning hall. You spend the next four hours pushing the crappy wheelbarrow back and forth but at least you could go as slow and take as many breaks as you needed. You was sitting down, drenched in sweet when Enso started warring you again.

“You seem to interested, I have to say.”

“About what?” You cocked you head up.

“Rogers.”

“I am not, but its not often you cross a serial killer and know it.” You tired to laugh but was meet with a concerned look you knew all to well.

“Regardless of what he was done, or what you think he has not. I have been here since the day he came, he is ruthless and cold. He has not made one friend and he has gotten in more fights then I can count.”

“You was in a fight this morning.” You point up at the bruise under his eye.

“Not the same. Rogers fights too the death, people end up having to be sent to the main land, only reason no one dies, is cause there’s always someone around.”

“If you was to get… romantic with the lunatic and you pissed him off, for the smallest shit, he would with no second thought, bring you to the woods and kill you. No one would dear to go with him, but if you think he is nice and kind you would. He would manipulate you.” Enso was getting louder and louder as he spook.

“I am not planning to get romantic with him.” You reassure.

“You better not.” Enso said a bit more softly, crashing by your side. Neither of you say anything for a while. You swirls moss between your fingers, while Enso starred at the ground.

“You know he stutters?” Enso asks. You look judgmentally up at him.

“What?” You ask cocking an eyebrow.

“He doesn’t say much because he stutters. Was bullied for it before he went crazy. He has some tic disorder or some shit. They called him Ticci Toby.”

“That’s cruel.” You respond. But you see Enso is about to go off on you for defending him or some shit so you shoot in. “But its worst to kill people.” He seem to calm down by that. Goodness this boy, you think to yourself.

The two of you continue shortly after. On the way back both of you are loudly chatting and laughing and it seems Enso has come down from his scare. The two of you seem to be creating a nice bond, which you are happy to have. Enso does not seem to have any other ulterior motives, which you are thankfully for. But you both grow quiet as you see an adult in a uniform similar to Lieutenant Price.

“There comes the chattering couple.” He says sternly.

“Y/N has been talking this whole time, Enso just tries to answer her questions but she never shuts up, you know how women are.” A boy rattles before you or Enso can say anything. You stare blankly at the boy. You had no idea you were not allowed too. Your eyes flicker to Enso, who looks almost ashamed.

“Yes, I do know, well better to not scorn a perfect boy’s paper cause of a girl, is it now.” The man looks condescendingly over to you. Then your eyes lock on someone standing in the distance behind him. Rogers is standing by a tree, axe in hand. Without a shirt, you cant help to study his muscles, and his scars, covering his whole upper body.

“An hour with the rubble, young lady.” The man in front of you announces, bringing you back to the moment. Your about to protest, when you hear a huge dunk into a tree. The man turns around, seeing Toby Rogers putting his full force into swinging the axe into the tree in front of him, but vertically, destroying most of the tree in process.

“He has fucking lost it.” Enso whispers in utter shock.

“Stop that. Rogers stop!” The man roars, but you can clearly see he is to scared to step closer to him.

“You are destroying it, we can not use any of it if you destroy it. It will be only pieces left.” Another kid jammers on, clearly upset. But Toby continues, you can not help yourself as you watch him flinging the axe around. Though he looked incredibly skinny and lanky, he had some insane muscle and they were even stronger then they looked.

“Drop the axe, I am warring you Rogers.” The man continued, we was close to pleading now. Everyone was scared that he would start attacking them soon, instead of the tree. That was everyone but you. You was to fucked up to even realise the danger. But the axe dropped, and Toby turned around smiling at the man, who took a step back. His eyes then landed on you and you had to be blushing, he studied you for a moment. Was he expecting you to look frighted like everyone else?

“Good, good.” The man placed his hand on his heart. “Do not pull any more stunts like that.” It did not sound like a command.

“No p-punish-ment? His head twisted to the side. But he brought it back quickly, still with a wicked smile.

“Of course your getting a punishment.” The man seemed frighted even uttering the words. “I guess you will be helping Y/N in the rubble.”

“What, that deserves much worst, what the fuck are you on about.” Enso shouted out in blind anger. “You would be risking her life, ahh I guess you would rather risk hers then your own, you coward.”

The man did not address the comment, he left as if nothing had been said. You started thinking why it was that Enso could speak like that to an officer and not get punished. Why he could get in a fight and view it as normal, Why he could speak when the head of the school was speaking and though they all seemed so strict on the others, to this point Enso had not even gotten a warning. Your eyes circled back to Toby, who was smirking almost proudly. Did he enjoy pissing Enso off.

Comparably the rest of the day was much more chill. After having finished at the forest, you had eaten lunch and put to fish for the rest of the day. Once more you was on a team with Enso but this time only three others, neither of them you knew. You had not caught a single fish but Enso had gotten four and put two in to your bucket. But as you gave in Enso’s fish, you was separated from him.

“Y/N, you come with me. You will be getting dinner later.” The man in front of you was the same from the woods. He guided you behind the red building you had spend you night twisting and turning in. There was a pile of big rocks stacked on each other. You could see a red square indicating were the rocks were to be placed. About ten meters away from the pile was an other red square.

“There you are, Rogers.” The man said annoyed. “I don’t need to explain this to you, you explain it to the girl.” He looked almost disgusted as he uttered the words. But before you could form an opinion on it, he was gone.

You starred up at Toby, a bit confused. He seemed almost taller, being out here alone with him. A bit more frighting too. He had for sure not been out fishing, rather he already looked dirty and tired. You mind suddenly went back to the forest, seeing him half naked, it made you blush again.

“Well, y-” He stopped him self for a moment, starring down at you.”Why are you b-blushing?” He looked almost offended.

“I’m..I’m sun burnt, not blushing.” You stumbled over your words.

“Y-you put those rock’s there.” He pointed at the other square. “We h-have an h-our.”

“Fuck its gonna take me days.” You exclaimed already feeling tired.

“Good for you, I am here then.” He smirked, then his neck twisted again, he didn’t seem put down by it, he looked rather used to it.

Both of you started working, you tried your best to take as many rocks as possible, but they would all just fall down from your hands. Similarly you tried to copy Toby’s speed but it was impossible, in the span of three minutes, you was heaving on the ground for air.

“Just f-focus on your self, short stuff.” He exclaimed as he past by you.

“Short stuff! Don’t call me... short.” You tried to get the words out, but you needed to breath with ever syllable.

“You are short.” He lifted his shoulders, holding a toon of rocks as he past you for the second time.

“You… You are…” You couldn’t get much out, you wanted to insult him. The warnings from the others had clearly fallen out of your head. Toby smirked as he came back around. He lowered himself on his knees in front of you.

“See, e-even on my knees, I’m higher then you.” He smiled. Placing his hand horizontal to the top of his head and bring forward over yours.

“I’m on the ground.” You cried out in frustration. You felt you was back at being bullied by your brother. Toby raised himself up, and reached down a hand to you. A bandaged hand with signs of bleeding underneath. You took it looking carefully up at him. God he was hot, you thought.

“Why did you do all that spectacle any ways?” You asked as you got to your feet. You would rather do anything else then carry rocks.

“P-prep boy Enso fucked you o-over, he is stupid like that, doesn’t even k-know the rules since he doesn’t have to o-obey them. But there’s one punishment he cant e-escape.” Toby smirked, he was so close you could smell what deodorant he used.

“What’s that?”

“Fear.” Toby looked deep into your eyes, he was way to close.

“Fear?” You was not focused on the conversation at all, would have been more productive to talk to a wall.

“Fear of me hurting you.” He smiled. With that you was punched in the chest by the fact that you was gushing over a serial killer, that just mentioned hurting you. You stepped back a bit, your eyes winding.

“I’m n-not gonna.” He laughed. “The b-boy is pissing h-himself in bed right now imagining all that I could do to you.” God you was imagining it too, but fuck it was probably a whole lot different. “If you do not want me to, that is.” He smirked, turning away from you. You stood there staring as an idiot as he walked over to the pile of rocks. You could not make it more obvious that was for sure.

Coming back down to earth, you sighed realising you still needed to work. You dragged your feet over and picked up a handful of rocks, they dug into your soft skin easily. But that was not what was occupying your mind.

“Wait, why does Enso get away with stuff?” You asked, almost starting to run towards Toby.

“F-finally you caught on.” Toby laughed letting his rocks fall down and turning to you. “Sorry to d-destroy is good boy image.” He started. You had almost caught up to him. “E-Enso will inherent this hell and his proud of it t-too.” Toby stated as you reached him.

“What, how?”

“How do you think?” He rolled his eyes.

“So that’s why your after him?” You asked slowly. A bit unsure how far you wanted to dig.

“I don’t c-care about Enso or his shit of a f-family. But its fun to piss him off, show h-him he isn’t as unt-touchable as he t-thinks.” Toby smiled down at you, walking a step forward to get closer to you. “But you, y-you are more int-tresting.” He lifted your chin, holding it up, while studying your face. His eyes landed on you lips just for a moment then raised up to your eyes. “Why aren’t you scared?”

You had sat with that question yourself, fucked up family, fucked up friends. What should you blame it on, a consistent tolerance for fear cause your life was so unstable. A wish for death cause you did not see much of a future in front of you or a wish for excitement cause while you acted like a good girl, it was all so god damn boring. You didn’t say non of it. He didn’t have a right to know.

“Why should I be scared?”

“Well there’s two s-situations you find y-yourself in that should u-utterly t-terrify you.” He spoke calmly, seductively, so close you could feel his breath on your lips. How you wanted to reach up and take them in your own.

“What’s that?” Stupid question, you knew the answer, but you want him to say it. To say that he was as dangerous as everyone made him out to be. Maybe it would make your hearth beet a bit quicker, though it was already racing.

“Your a girl, surrounded by criminals, the worst men of your age.” He smirked. “And your about to kiss the worst one of them all.” Fuck, you thought. You watched him lower himself down to you, felt his lips just reach you. Then came the hands, clucking around you, pulling you in. He was ravishing your mouth as if he was starving for you tongue. And as if it had not happened he pulled away, you felt cold, alone, abandon only for a second as you opened your eyes to his sniggering look.

“Can’t do all of this h-here.” He stated half closed eyes looking lazily down at you. He took your hand, without agreement or refusal, you was dragged of into the woods. Maybe this was your time to die, as long as you got an other kiss first, you would be satisfied.

Having walked rather further then you thought necessary, he planted his hands on your waist and lifted you up on a big boulder, as if you weight no more then a feather. He pushed himself in-between your legs and finally he let you have his delicious lips once more. There was a flavour of smoke but also something else, something you had previously only smelled.

“Tell me s-short stuff.” He muttered into your lips. “Can I take you f-further?” He asked while kissing down you neck.

“Yeah.” You moaned back. With that there was no more holding him back it seemed. He first started with unbuttoning your jacket, which went surprisingly fast. He threw it behind him, while kissing you deeply, only to pull away again to lift up you t-shirt. He grinned looking down at your chest, surrounding himself in your soft glory. You felt his kisses all over, while his hands reached up to your bra clip. You heard it clip of, much more compliantly to him then it had been to you. But as it fell down and the cold braze hit your nipples, he bit down on your skin. Making you give out a small scream in surprise. He raised his head smiling up at you, he seemed rather more exited by making you scream.

While kissing and sucking intensely on ever skin tissue from your neck to your hips. His fingers found their way down your pants. First he circled around, above you panties, but he quickly grew tired of that. He lifted his head up, meeting your lips once more, you moan helplessly into his kiss, while his fingers dipped under your panty line.

“God, I have n-no patients.” He raised his head up, as if he was truly pleading to a god. But as he lowered his eyes back on to yours you could see that no god would answer. A wicked grin formed over his face. Cruel thoughts you could see form in his eyes. And for some reason you wanted the worst, he could ever give you. You pants came quickly of after that. He gave you a kiss goodbye. Before he lowered himself on to his knees and planted his face roughly into to your pussy. You was already flowing but still it seemed your pussy could produce even more. His tongue flicked back and forth between you opening and your clit. As if he could not decide which he wanted more.

He started to settle in, focusing more on creating louder moans from your mouth then satisfying his own desperation. He first landed on your clit, trying a plethora of different technics. After having found three that made you grasp into his fluffy hair. He worked you until your toes went warm and your caffs started shaking.

“Your torturing me.” You moaned out in a plead for him to put something inside you. And as if he could read your mind, you was meet with his fingers. First that was a disappointment until he started the same with them.

“That’s t-the point s-short stuff.” He grinned into your pussy. When he found the exact angle that made you buckle your hips to him, he started to pump his fingers back and forth into you. While deliciously licking your clit. He seemed somewhat surprised when he was able to put a third one in you, but you were to delirious to even notice.

You rocked desperately on the rock beneath you. Not even noticing that your bare skin was rubbing with the boulder making small abrasions into your skin. He was nothing compared to the lousy sex partners you had in the past. All drunk out of their mind, looking for a quickie to release the pressure. You was starting to understand the whole hype, that your friends had been talking about, though non of them had described the incredible feeling that was flowing through you. Or less the desperation you had to have this man inside of you. It did not matter what he wanted for it. You would give up all, do everything just to feel him in you. Your eyes opened wide, a manic look you had never possessed before. It was dark all around you, to your surprise, but that did not change anything.

“Please fuck me, please.” You begged. Toby laughed, having to back up a bit. His beautiful rough and long fingers slid out of you and you could not help to moan in disappointment. That’s when you realised the pleading had thrown your partner out of the moment. He steered up at you smiling, laughing at your desperation.

“You want to be fucked?” He asked cocking his head. He was gonna make this hard for you.

“Yes, fuck sakes I do.” You grasped his jacket as he laughed on.

“Well what w-would you do f-for it?” He asked looking down at you will unbuttoning his shirt.

“Everything, absolutely everything.” You continued, feeling cold and a bit numb.

“Like drink something poisons after?” He smirked. Your face changed, grew pale and cold. But your mind was made up. You nodded softly, confirming your doom.

“Its not g-gonna kill you.” He laughed as he realised what you was thinking. “But I don’t have a condom and I will not be stopping myself. I know I wouldn’t be able to.” He smiled, pulling his pants down to reveal it, hard and pulsing. You did not have long to look as he grabbed your legs and pushed himself inside. You realised his kindness was gone as he pounded into you with no warring. He gleamed as he saw your shock, when you cried out in surprise he only went faster, deeper and harder.

His mouth clashed into yours, pushing himself passed your teeth. You were subservient, you relaxed into his aggressive grip. There was something, that made you trust him, something that made you think he would never hurt you. Or rather if he did you would be fine with it. Something called delusion but that was not for you to worry about. You rather meet his tongue, pulled him more down on to you. Your ankles locked around his tights. Letting him drive deeper into you as you were desperate to make him be a part of you.

“The sensation you had been reaching for before, but not fully grasping was coming back. He mouth left yours when all it was capable of doing was to moan. You did not realise how loud you sounded but it only seemed to encourage him more. That did not stop him from chomping down on your neck. You felt his teeth, sharp as a vampires, dig into your skin. Intense pain roared together with the pleasure, overloading you with senses.

You screamed out, in an incredible loud shriek. As your own sound died down and his teeth left your skin alone, you head him laughing in your ear. Pumping still intensely fast in and out of your pussy, you realised that the overwhelming pressure was building quickly. You was close to cum. It agitated you how painfully it let you sit, being so incredibly close. Your eyes meet with Toby’s and he seemed to recognise the intense pleading look you gave him.

“Don’t worry.” He whispered into your ear. He drew his right arm back from having been supporting your back from touching the rock, without you noticing. He brought it down to your clit, rubbing his thumb. Exactly as you had enjoyed before. Your head flew back in utter pleasure. Making the man over you even more desperate. He pounded into you, with all his power, making the inside of your thighs bruise. You was sure the same was true for your pussy too.

“Will you scream for me d-darling?” He whispered softly into your ear. You nodded intensely.

“I would do anything for you.” You declared rather desperately. He laughed at that as he reached behind you for just a moment. Still working your clit and your pussy so incredibly. Your eyes went to his hand, in which he had a sharp blade. He smirked down at you, as your eyes widened. To many of times had you have to deal with the threat of being murdered this night, this time you decided not to jump to conclusions. Instead you focused solely on the pleasure you was receiving. The fear only made it more intense.

He lifted your arm gently of his back and stretched it out. Then he placed the blade, pulling it softly into your skin. Somehow he managed to still his hand while still pipping into you. Sadly you had lost your beloved stimulation of your clit. But the pain rushing over you, quickly made you forget that.

“There you go.” He pushed the blade deeper into your skin. You started to scream, tears gathered up in your eyes. But the pain only grew. So did that intense sensation that felt like a bobble about to pop.

“Good girl.” He professed softly as a tear left your eye, travelling down your cheek. In hearing these words, the pressure popped to. You was cumming violently around his dick. He opened his mouth and you heard the first moan he would give you, as the blade feel to the ground. Blood dripped down to the soft moss. While he loaded himself into you.

Both of you laid spread out on to the moss, breathing heavenly. He had helped you sink into the ground as your ears was ringing and the earth felt like it was turning. You felt as though you had completely blacked out and the only thing that had kept you safe was him. You grasped his hand as you opened your eyes. He let you have it, stoking the top off your hand with his thumb. You steered up at the black night sky, filled with beautify shining stars looking down at the atrocities that had just occurred. You were forever thankful that you got to experience it.

After having calmed down, the two of you started to dress yourself again. He helped you with your panties.

“Your keeping that.” He said, lifting his finger out from the lips of your pussy.

“Yes, I am.” You smiled back. You did not even want to think about the consequences of those actions. Hopefully he had been in so many fights, that he had become impotent.

“All your then.” He announced as he slid your panties up. He dressed you carefully, kissing every place he touched. Until it came to your t-shirt. He lowered himself down on to his knees and brought the cut on your arm up to his mouth. He cleaned off the blood with his toung. And then ripped his own t-shirt up to bandage it around your scar.

“You look beautiful with it.” He said softly, looking down at it. Your eyes found their way down to, seeing the scar stand out freshly ageist your many healed once. You had not thought of them in so long, they had almost not existed for you. Still you did not feel ashamed or shy when he viewed them. You more so felt understood.

As you tracked up to the two piles of rocks, one clearly larger then the other. You were greeted with a rather angry officer.

“Where have you been?” He shouted angrily.

“Forest.” Toby responded shortly.

“You should have been here, fulfilling your assignment. Instead you was out raping this poor girl, on her first day. You sick animal.” The officer went furious.

“What?” You shouted out, offended by his words. But Toby lifted his hand up, stopping you from charging up at the guy.

“I did no such thing. We went to the woods to smoke.” Toby lied, fishing out a pack of cigs from his pocket. “She didn’t want any, so we are back.”

“Liar.” He said disgusted looking at Toby then his eyes went to you.

“Tell me Y/N, the truth, I promise you he can not hurt you no more.”

“We went in to smoke, I tough I wanted, but I changed my mind. Toby was very kind and did not push or pressure me to smoke.” You stared angrily at the officer.

“Well that is not allowed either way. Five lashings.” The officer announced like a medieval king.

“What?!” Toby was the one losing his temper now.

“For the girl, ten for you.” The officer starred him down.

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