The Taste of His Blood (Not mine)
Sorry for being inactive for so long. When not busy with real life, I was wandering around many other fanfiction sites, and I found this diamond in the rough. Also, there's like no Splatoon stories here, so here you go. Please help to add tags.
P.S. I got permission from the author to post this here. He wishes to stay anonymous.
Gladion looked towards the large metal door. When would she be back? Hopefully not anytime soon. He wished he had never tried to steal those Zapfish...
Gladion was an octoling, plain and simple. Just your average guy, living in a dirty but comfortable apartment. With almost no electricity, things were hard, but he got by. Until one day, he fucked up and decided to go steal a bunch of Zapfish from the inklings. Nothing big, just three or four of the smaller Zapfish. He would have given them to Octavio, and they would have helped everyone, but instead he was found... by her.
She had caught him and taken him to who-knows-where, and done some nasty things to him. But he had a sinking feeling that she was only getting started... He hoped the rest of his squad was faring better.
Here he was, lying on some sort of operating table that was at a diagonal angle to the ground. Large, shining fish hooks pierced his hands, keeping them in place. The hooks went in, around, and back through his hand, so that only a small, smooth bit of metal accented his palms. Blood dripped from them onto the floor, small puddles collecting. His torso was whipped and beaten, several scars lacing his chest and stomach. Scabs lined his... well, everywhere, but at least they weren't bleeding anymore. Some of the more cracked ones were coming close, though. All he wore were his torn -but still intact- undergarments, probably because she wanted to be able to see the damage she caused.
He continued staring, waiting for the next time he would feel the pain. At this point it wasn't as much physical pain as it was mental and emotional. He hoped she wouldn't notice.
At last, the door opened once again, sending its sickening creak echoing around the room. An inkling girl with black tentacles approached him, her pale skin seeming to shine in the dim light. She wore freaky looking clothing, that eerily suited her: a black leather jacket with the sleeves torn off, a very low v-neck cut into it; old brown combat boots with metal soles; black fingerless gloves that matched her 'shirt'; tattered and ripped dark grey jeans. Her body was amazing: hourglass figure, large breasts, and a well-shaped ass; he would have appreciated it more if it belonged to somebody that was actually sane. She had pretty facial features, but most of them were barely visible under a tattoo of half of a skull that covered half of her face. "Ready for some more?" She asked, sending chills down Gladion's spine.
Lilith, her name was. Gladion had learned that not only was she a total bitch, but she was also a scary and sadistic one. And he was certain that today would be no different.
"Too afraid to reply, hm? Well, I'll have you know that today is going to be... special." The very words made him want to die. What was she going to do to him now? There couldn't have been anything worse than what she already put him through, right?
She giggled as she looked down onto him. "You seem afraid... very afraid. I like it." He suddenly felt a terrible sharp pain in his left arm.
"AAARGH!" He screamed, looking down to see a long gash along the length of his arm. Blood oozed from it, running down the arm. His blood turned cold as she knelt, running her tongue along his arm. She stopped at his shoulder, pulling her head back and licking her lips. "Your blood is delicious." She said, looking him in the eye.
"N-no... please... no m-more..." He pleaded hopelessly. He barely managed to choke it out before she leaned in and kissed him, grabbing his left shoulder with one hand and running the knife along his chest with the other. He could taste his own blood on her lips, squirming in pain and disgust as the blade of the knife cut into his skin again. Imagine, his first kiss and it was with this fucker.
At that thought, anger boiled in him. Forget the physical pain, forget everything... He swore to remain chaste until he married, to what end? To die in this motherfucking dungeon?! He didn't even get a girlfrend before he was kidnappped!
No. He was done. And he was letting her know it. His fists clenched despite the pain from doing so, he moved around as much as he could, and attempted to throw her off of him.
She noticed his change and pulled away, but didn't get a chance to say anything before he started shouting. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU BITCH! YOU'RE NOT BREAKING ME!"
She quickly stabbed the knife al the way through his shoulder, making him scream in pain again. "I'm not going to be able to break you? You'll change your mind when I'm done with you." She giggled again. "But screeching like that won't go unnoted. Looks like I'll have to punish you." She once again cut him with the knife, sending more blood rolling down his skin. And then, of course, she resumed her previous activity, pressing her blood-soaked lips against his.
He continued fighting, of course, but his struggles were weakened by the pain. He hated every minute of this, much more than he would hate any sort of physical pain she could dish out. Her blade sliced into him again, his pained shivers making her smile.
She pulled away again. "Your pain, your fear... it really turns me on." She ran a hand over his wounds and kicked her boots off. Licking his blood of of one of her fingers, she started slipping her clothes off.
"NO!" He screeched, seeing what she was doing. "I WON'T LET YOU!" He was extremely disgusted and disturbed at the same time, adding to his fear and pain. He angrily tried to break his bonds, but it didn't work. Nothing worked.
She climbed up onto the table, straddling him, then leaned down so that her mouth was placed right next to his ear. "What's stopping me?" She whispered.
He wished he had something to say back.
For the fifth time he felt the knife cutting into him, spilling even more blood. Pushing her body against his, she kissed him again, this time more deeply. She slid her tongue into his mouth, making him squirm with disgust. She felt herself dampen at his struggles.
He wished he could fight back. If he had one sentence he could say to her, he would make sure it would be a super long one full of curse words. But she rarely even gave him time for a sentence anyway. He tried not to puke as her breasts pushed against his chest. He tried not to think about the fact that her body was soaked with his blood, and instead on the insults he should be throwing at her. Of course, that didn't work. He would have run out of different insults pretty fast anyway.
Lilith moved her hips in a circular motion, slowly taking off her panties with the hand that wasn't carrying the knife. And what was the knife hand doing? I'll let you take a guess.
Gladion wrestled even harder with his chains, hoping that a weak spot would break. But his efforts had no effect, and only made him more tired.
Her nether regions became wet as she felt him struggle as hard as he could. She pulled back, taking a breath. Unfastening her bra, she tossed it to the side and smiled devilishly. Her bare breasts spilled onto his chest, blood running over them. His blood. Then she took her knife, ever so carefuly slicing his undergarments off.
"NOT NOW, AND NOT EVER YOU FUCKING-!" She cut him off with another kiss as his manhood slid into her. She shivered in delight, moving her hips up and down; cupping one of her breasts, she squeezed it and moaned into Shark's mouth.
The feeling was wonderful, but it was cancelled out by the pain he was feeling, both physical and emotional. Having his virginity taken from him, against his will... _this _was what broke him. His mind shattered, and he gave in as she fucked him to her heart's content.
Moving faster and faster, she added a circular pattern to the motion of her hips, and pinched one of her nipples. He simply waited for it to be over, wishing his life had a 'reset' button.
It wasn't long before she climaxed, his following shortly. And thay was when she stopped. Climbing off of him, he groaned.
"Please... just kill me..." He choked, blood running off of the table and onto the floor. "Just... just let me bleed out..."
"Sorry." She cooed, pulling a roll of gauze bandage out from under the operating table. "But I can't let you die. I have many... _uses _for you."
He winced as she applied the bandages, not aiming for comfort, just to stop the bleeding. It took quite a while to wrap up all of the different cuts across his body, some of them requiring several layers of gauze.
Smiling evilly, she dressed herself and walked toward the door, hearing his meaningless threats screamed to her as she opened the door, the taste of his blood lingering in her mouth.