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Trespass	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they aelonelong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Trespass - Chapter 19.
The silence that this statement produced seemed to scream in Vic�s ears. He felt his hands clench into fists as he waited for the reaction his words would elicit. He expected shouting what he got was Aceveda�s voice, almost so quiet he had to strain to hear it above the thudding of his own heartbeat,
"What ou mou mean? You don�t mean�" Aceveda couldn�t finish his question as he realised that yes that was exactly what Vic meant.
Then the explosion came and from the direction that Vic had anticipated,
"You�you animal. God you�re no betthan han they are cou could you do that to him�how could you!"
Looking up he could see Claudette looming over him. Her right hand seemed to twitch and Vic wasn�t sure if she wanted to smack him or reach for her gun and finish him off completely. Although he knew he deserved her anger, her loathing, he also felt compelled to defend himself,
"Do you think I wanted to? That I was getting off on what they were doing to him� Jesus Claudette you don�t know�you weren�t there. I had no choice�they gave me no choice. If I didn�t do what they wanted they were going to rape him again and kill him. Is that what you�d prefer huh? Would you rather I was sitting here telling you I had the chance to save him but couldn�t bring myself to do it so I just let them murder him?"
He could see a brief flash of uncertainty cross her face as he spoke, but it was only there for an instant before it was replaced by ice-cold anger.
"Surely there must have been something you could of done�something other than that?" She said, her voice leached of emotion.
Again Aceveda came to his defense, stepping up to Claudette he laid a gentle hand on her arm leading her away from Vic,
"Why don�t we let him finish Claudette, then we can figure out how we�re going to handle all this ok?"
Impatiently brushing off his touch and turning back to glare at Vic she muttered,
"Fine�let�s listen to him talk his way out of this."
Aceveda turned from Claudette with a sigh. This whole situation was highly charged, highly emotional and he needed to try and keep a lid on things, try to keep it under control. The last thing he needed was for two of his detectives to be at each other�s throats at a time like this. Gesturing to Vic he said,
"Carry on Vic."
Nodding Vic cleared his th and and continued with the last part of his statement.
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Vic stumbled up from the floor by the bed as the first gunman pulled him up by his arm. Vic looked into his face, looked at his smirking face, and felt hatred well up within him white-hot and all consuming. In a deadly tone he leant towards the man and said,
"I�m going to kill you slowly." Vic meant every word.
For the first time that night the smirk on the gunman�s face faltered as he saw the cold expression on Vic�s face. With a snarl he backhanded Vic, and Vic could feel the skin on his lip split from the force of the blow. Vic�s head had been dashed to one side by the strength of the blow but he slowly and calmly turned back to face his attacker, licking the blood from his lower lip. Again he was sure he could detect a trace of uncertainty and fear in the gunman�s eyes when he saw the coldness in Vic. With a push he shoved Vic towards the wall and said,
"Get over there I said�face the wall and don�t move!"

>As >As Vic turned away to move over to the spot indicated he glanced at Dutch. Concern spiked through him as he saw his curled form lying still and silent on the bed, his back covered in bruises and scratch marks. Then he felt that poisonous touch on him again,
"Over there now�ou kou know what happens to your friend."
Reluctantly Vic obeyed and with his back to the room he could hear the two men laughing,
"Fuck man that was intense. Pity we don�t have more time, I wouldn�t mind another turn at that ass!"
"He�s sweet no doubt about it, but come here I�ve got an idea."
Their voices dropped to whispers and strain as he could Vic couldn�t make out what was being said, what was being planned. However, he felt ice settle in the pit of his stomach when he heard the second gunman suddenly laugh again saying,
"Oh yeah, that I�ve gotta see!"
Vic stiffened when he sensed someone behind him and felt the gun once again pressed into his side. He recognised the voice of the second gunman as he told him,
"Turn around nice and slow we�re gonna have a little chat."
When he�d turned around Vic had to repress his revulsion when the man pressed up against him and began speaking to him in a low voice, his mouth right next to Vic�s ear,
"My buddy and me think we�ve been unfair to you, keepthatthat sweet thing all to ourselves. Besides I hear you got all hot and hard watching us fuck him�want some yourself huh? So here�s what we�re gonna do for you. Our little fuck toy over there is gonna come over here and give you a blow job."
Vic felt his stomach turn at the man�s words,
"Oh Jesus no." He whispered.
"Oh yeah. See it�s like this if you don�t fuck his mouth and cum down his throat you can watch while me and my budake ake turns fucking his ass again. Then you can watch me kill him. Blow his face off�hmm�splatter his brains all over the wall�how�s that. Up to you�cause you know I wouldn�t mind getting another fuck outta him so either�s good for me."
Vic�s blood turned to ice in his veins at theseds. ds. He kept hoping that that this night would get no worse, but he kept finding that he was wrong and that it could. He heard Dutch�s voice,
"No!"
Glancing quickly in his direction Vic could see the anguish on his face, as well as hear it in his voice, and he knew that Dutch had been told what perversion was going to be forced on him next. Forced on him by someone he was supposed to trust. The animal by Dutch was still whispering in his ear, and Vic saw Dutch squeeze his eyes shut and try to turn away. Vic found himself copying Dutch�s actions as he too closed his eyes and turned away.
Suddenly he heard a noise close by him and the next thing he knew was Dutch being dumped on the floor at his feet. Vic looked down to see Dutch hunched over on the floor, his head down. There were scratches and bruises all over him, bruises in the shape of fingers and Vic�s stomach clenched when he saw several bite marks too. His backside and thighs were covered in dried and fresh blood. The tangy scent of blood and semen reached Vic�s nostrils and made him want to retch. The first man drew back his foot then and kicked Dutch in the ribs,
"Get on with it, come on!" He said impatiently.
Vlinclinched at the blow and as he watched Dutch slowly and painfully pulled himself to his knees. His eyes were clenched shut and his face pale, sad and defeated. At that moment Vic felt that what he was about to force on Dutch would strip away the last vestige of the Dutch he�d known just a few short hours ago. This realisation made Vic incredibly sad. He felt sad that he hadn�t bothered to get to know that Dutch better, and now it would be too late to do so. Looking away Vic tried to prepare himself for what was about to happen, what he was about to do.
The sound of another kick was followed by a soft grunt of pain and then that hated voice demanding,
"Come on we�re waiting."
Vic held his breath as he felt a soft, trembling touch on the outside of his shorts, and then the cool touch of Dutch�s fingers on his penis. He couldn�t help himself and he jumped at the sensation of that touch, and he tried to move back. However, the wall behind him meant no escape. Vic�s whole body, every nerve ending, every sense seemed to narrow down to that cool, gentle touch. Vic could feel his body begin to tremble with pent up tension as Dutch�s long fingers wrapped around his penis and pulled it slowly free from his underwear. Vic closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. He could hear the rush of his blood loud in his ears, his heart thudding in his chest. Then Dutch�s voice so melancholy and lost,
"Please don�t make me do this�please haven�t you done enough�just�not this."
There was a hissed reply from the gunman that Vic didn�t hear and then suddenly warm, moist breath against his penis. Then Vic felt himself enveloped by Dutch�s unwilling mouth. Vic couldn�t stop the sharp intake of breath at the sensation. He could feel Dutch beginsucksuck on him and he knew he wouldn�t be able to control his reactions for long. He knew in that second that he would do exactly what the gunmen wanted him to do because this felt too good. His guilt was overwhelming, how could he get even a glimmer of enjoyment from this. He tried to squirm away before he lost control, and Dutch would know for sure that he was no better than those animals that had already hurt him so badly. That�s not allowed though, and a half-hearted jab in his side stills him and the second gunman laughs and tells him,
"Keep still man�just stand still and enjoy."
It is the words from the other man that follow that frighten Vic though,
"Shit what�s wrong with you tough guy can�t you get it up or something�we haven�t got all fucking night get on with it�or didn�t my friend explain things to you huh?"
At that moment Vic knows for sure that he can�t fight, he can�t save Dutch or himself. If he doesn�t commit this atrocity against Dutch he�ll have to watch as Dutch is raped again and then murdered, and he couldn�t bare that. So he forces himself to relax as best he can.
Vic could feel Dutch pause for a moment at the man�s words, and then he had to supp a g a groan as he felt Dutch�s tongue move hesitantly against the underside of his penis. As it rubbed against the sensitive flesh Vic couldn�t suppress the second groan that fell from his lips, and he could feel his penis begin to swell in Dutch�s mouth. Dutch began to move houthouth over Vic�s penis, sucking it and tonguing it to erection. Vic could hear the gunmen laughing and commenting but he tried to blot them out, blot everything out except the incredible sensations Dutch was creating with his mouth. Vic could feel his hips moving, wanting to thrust into that warm mouth and he had to hold himself back, trying to keep control, trying to stop himself from moaning in guilty pleasure. His hands itched to be able to reach down so he could run his fingers through the soft hair he could feel brushing against his thighs as Dutch�s head moved backwards and forwards.
Vic could feel his excitement building as that warm, wet mouth moved faster over his throbbing erection. Dutch�s tongue was flicking over the head of his penis, dipping into the slit there, it seemed to Vic as if he was tasting him. Vic was having trouble holding back his thrusts, his breathing becoming faster and more frantic. Suddenly a voice in his ear,
"Open your eyes�do it! That�s right now look down�look down and watch him suck you off."
He couldn�t stop himself from obeying and looked down at the figure kneeling in front of him. He had formed a vague plan to try and pretend that this was really Corinne and not Dutch, he�d thought he�d be able to do it and that it would make this some how easier. However, that plan hadn�t worked so far and it certainly didn�t work now. There was no denying that the dark haired head between his thighs was Dutch and with that realisation Vic felt his orgasm slam through him. He coulel hel his cum flooding into Dutch�s mouth, and the sensation of Dutch�s throat moving as he swallowed it just made it even more intense.
Suddenly the warmth is gone from his flesh and he can hear Dutch gasping and urging, desperately trying not to be sick. The grinnince oce of the first gunman is in front of him as he leans in to him and quietly says in a voice only Vic can hear,
"See he�s got a talented mouth�how�s it feel to be a rapist?"
Vic could feel his entire life spinning away from him at those words. As he looked down at Dutch still fighting to keep his cum down Vic felt disgusted with himself. He couldn�t prevent the feeling of despair that welled up inside him. For the first time during this nightmare he couldn�t fight back the tears that welled up in his eyes. As he closed his eyes he could feel himself begin to shake when the first gunman said loudly,
"Congratulations, now you�re one of us!"
Unable to say much more Vic merely manages to hastily explain that that is when the first gunman began to kick Dutch, and in his fear that he was dying Vic had moved forward to try and stop it. It was he� he�d been knocked unconscious and that the rest they knew.
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When he�d finished he braced himself and looked up at the others. They just stared back at him shock with horror on their faces. It was then that Vic realised his face was wet and he got an overwhelming feeling of claustrophobia. He needed out, he needed to escape from that room, from those stares. Lurching to his feet he mumbled,
"Excuse me.&qu/P> /P>

He stumbled out into the corridor ignoring Aceveda�s voice as it called out to him and he stumbled into the nearest men�s room. He paused for a second before he rushed to a cubicle and was sick.
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