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Uh, oh, Felicity's in trouble	By : porphyria Category: 1 through F > Arrow Views: 22524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Uh, oh, Felicity's in trouble
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Felicity wasn’t sure what had woken her up. It was pitch dark in her bedroom, and as consciousness returned to her, she realized that she was naked. And she couldn’t move. She looked frantically at her wrists, which were fastened above her head with a strange kind of scarf that was wound around them. With a sinking feeling, she realised that her legs were also spread widely and tied securely – the strain on her thigh muscles was immense. She could no more close her legs than she could scream through the gag that filled her mouth.
She struggled anyway, and all it accomplished was to show the person in her room that she was awake. He turned the lights on, so that she could see him clearly, and he could see her. All of her. Oliver was dressed like an assassin, and his face was cold and devoid of any feeling towards her. She tried to beg him through her gag, to say his name, to remind him who he was. His eyes were like chips of ice, and the implacable look never left his face.
“This will happen whether you wish it or not. I advise you to submit.”
He moved closer and knelt on the bed, between her spread legs. She struggled uselessly and tried to spit insults at him through her gag, as he put a hand on her inner thigh and started to stroke her, then took off his gloves. He pushed two fingers roughly into her pussy and she wailed in despair as he started thrusting. The only sound that was heard was the squelching of his fingers in her wetness, and her muffled cries. He kept tapping her clit, and she was becoming aroused against her will. He seemed to think she was wet enough, because he got up and took off his jacket, and undid his pants. He pulled out his half hard cock, and used her fluids to stroke himself all the way.
Then he knelt between her spread legs, and dipped his head towards her pussy, licking her folds and her clit. He made her come another time, as she sobbed and begged him to stop. Then he lined up his cock and pushed in her slowly, inexorably, until he was inside her to the hilt. Her walls clenched around him as she seemed to be trying to push him out – all it did was make him harder. He lowered himself completely until his bulk was pinning her to the mattress, then started thrusting, the silence in the room amplifying the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He lifted himself up on his elbows to change the angle and she squealed as he started hitting her clit with every stroke. Soon, she felt another orgasm being cruelly ripped out of her against her will, and he smiled humourlessly as he felt her walls clenching around his cock.
“If you scream, I’ll cut your throat. Do you understand?” She nodded wildly, her eyes searching desperately for some hint of humanity in Oliver’s face. She found none. He pulled the gag out of her mouth, and she took a few sobbing breaths.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Her eyes streamed with tears as he pinched her nipples and bit at them. She could only gasp and whimper, and he pulled out of her roughly.
He seemed to consider her questions as he knelt above her face with his hard cock in his hand.
“My lord has told me to punish you for your actions. Now, open your mouth.”
She obeyed, and he fed her his cock until the head hit the back of her throat, and she gagged. He pulled out and thrust in again, repeating the action until he was fucking her face, his balls slapping against her chin. His thrusts sped up until he pulled out of her mouth and shot all over her face, some of the hot spurts landing in her mouth. She still couldn’t believe that it was Oliver doing this to her, and she wanted to beg him to stop, but a look at his cold face dissuaded her.
He got off the bed, and went to the corner of her room, where she realized he’d set up a camera. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t forget his warning, and tried a hoarse whisper instead.
“Why are you filming this?” Tears streamed down her face as she asked, not really expecting an answer.
He panned over her face and body, pausing on her cruelly abused pussy, not bothering to reply, and then set up again, at an angle which would capture every part of her abuse.
He knelt on the bed again. He’d taken some oil from his bag, and was gently swirling it between his fingers, over and over. Her terrors were confirmed when he approached her and, lifting her ass off the bed, started rubbing circles over her asshole, stroking it, and gently stretching it, until he could slide one finger in. She tried hard to keep it in but she couldn’t stop the sobs that escaped her.
He looked up at her, surprised.
“Is there pain?”
“No, but there will be once you put your dick in there. Please don’t do this. I’ve never done . . . that.”
He looked torn. ”My master will expect it. There’s nothing I can do.”
She realized she had to scream, she couldn’t let this happen, and he must have seen the impulse in her face because suddenly everything started getting muffled and fading away.
When Felicity woke up, she wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep. She was still tied up, but on her front, her knees tied together under her body, and her hands fastened behind her back. He had turned her face sideways so that she could breathe. She could also see him, sitting in her chair, lazily jacking his cock, waiting for her to wake up. She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see anymore.
She felt him get on the bed behind her, and he slid his cock into her pussy. He thrust into her roughly, his balls slapping against her ass, and then he reached around and started playing with her clit. He seemed to be determined to arouse her, and she couldn’t stop the gasps and whimpers that came out of her. Then he pulled out as roughly as he’d pushed in and he slipped two fingers into her ass this time. He slid them around, stretching her. She felt the blunt head of his cock at her hole, stretching her open, pushing in slowly. When he was in all the way, he stopped, and she could feel his cock twitching inside her ass. He seemed to wait for a few seconds, and then he started thrusting, stretching her with every stroke. The sound of his grunts and his balls slapping against her ass filled the room.
He said something, but she was so lost in her misery that she didn’t answer. He repeated himself, sounding like he was speaking through gritted teeth.
“Who? Who is doing this to you?” He sped up his thrusts, and she was starting to feel sore.
“Oliver Queen!” she wailed, and he sped up and froze. She could hear his heavy breaths above her, and feel his hand resting on her back. He pulled out, slowly, and she felt his come trickling out of her stretched ass and down her thighs. She started sobbing, and he left the room. She heard the sound of water, and then he came back.
He pulled on her wrists to make her sit up on her knees, and she realised he had a knife in his hand. Before she could shrink back, he cut the rope which was holding her knees together and pushed them apart.
Oliver took a vibrator and pushed it inside her pussy, switching it on. The vibration was almost unbearable, and she sobbed, her heaving breaths causing her breasts to rise and fall. He must have appreciated the view, as he lowered his head and started sucking her nipples.
“Do you still think I am Oliver Queen?”
He wasn’t, not really. She couldn’t speak anymore. “Please, I can’t.”
Oliver’s cold eyes looked at her, and he took the vibrator out, only to take a butt plug and slide it into her ass. Her mouth dropped open and she froze in shock. He grabbed her neck and said, “Am I Oliver Queen?”
“No!” she wailed. “You are Al Sahim!” He was moving the plug around as she whimpered.
Oliver pushed her back on the bed and the plug pushed cruelly in her, while he spread her folds with his fingers, determined to humiliate her as much as possible. He slid his fingers around in her wetness, slipping them in and out, occasionally pushing them into her mouth and making her lick off her own juices.
Felicity couldn’t speak anymore. The stimulation was driving her insane. He was rubbing her clit again, while fucking her with his fingers and every movement increased the pressure in her ass. He lay down and made her straddle his lap, lined up his cock with her pussy and indicated she should bear down. She was completely stuffed with him, and realised that she was facing the camera once the saw the light blinking. He ordered her to ride him, and she did, conscious of her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode, and he squeezed and pinched them cruelly. The room was filled with his grunts and her whimpers, and the sound of slapping flesh.
She suddenly came with a wail and a painful spasm around the plug in her ass. He thrust wildly a few times, and then grunted. He’d come too. As she felt his come trickling down her thighs, she wondered what he would do next. She needn’t have waited long. The vibrator slid into her pussy again, and was turned on. He tied her legs down spread-eagled, and filmed a slow pan over her immobilized body, pausing on where his semen had trickled out of her ass, her vagina, the splotches on her face.
A strange smell was in her nostrils and everything went black.
When she woke up, she thought for a moment that she just had a terrible nightmare. Except she still couldn’t move. He must have washed her when she was unconscious because she didn’t feel sticky, just sore. Her ass and pussy were empty, but felt sore and abused, and her legs were spread wider than ever, almost at right angles to her body, tied securely. He was sitting on a chair in front of her, fully dressed, expressionless. The room was now full of sunlight, which made it worse that he could see every part of her on full display. She tried to lick her lips, when there was a sudden noise – her doorbell. He produced a sword from nowhere it seemed, and was about to head to the door.
“Please,” she whispered, frantic with fear that he’d kill someone – a neighbour, a friend, John.
He looked at her, considering, and walked towards her, still holding the sword. The tip was put at her neck and she closed her eyes, waiting. The bell rang a few more times, then stopped. She couldn’t stop the sob that escaped her mouth then. He showed no reaction, just put the sword away.
He started taking off his clothes until he was completely naked, erect cock curving up towards his belly. He approached her until he was kneeling on the bed between her legs. She could see all of him, which made it worse, coupled as it was with the lack of expression in his eyes. He jacked himself lazily, and was just covering her with his body when the phone on her bedside table rang.
“Answer it,” he ordered, and as soon as she did, he slid his cock into her to the hilt. He brought the tip of the knife to her throat and gestured with it. It was Diggle.
“Felicity, what’s up? You haven’t been in the office, or the uh, office.” Now she knew why Oliver had made her answer – to speak normally while being held prisoner in her own house, tied down, stuffed full of Oliver’s cock.
She said something about not feeling well, and doing some coding, hoping she sounded distracted because of her work, and not because Oliver had been raping her for the last 12 hours.
They finished their conversation and Oliver hung up for her.
“Well done,” he said, as he lowered himself on top of her and started thrusting. The slapping sex sounds in the room went on for a while. He finally came inside her and pulled out, ignoring the trickle of semen that came out of her. He put his clothes on again.
He pulled out a knife and started slicing through her bonds.
“Sit up. Put your hands behind your back.” She tried to obey him quickly, terrified of what was coming next. He tied her hands together in the small of her back, pulling her shoulders back and pushing her breasts forward. She was kneeling up on the bed now, conscious of him behind her. He knelt up and moulded himself to her back, playing with her breasts with one hand, dipping his fingers into her sore pussy with the other.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she wailed, as the the slick wet sounds filled the room.
“It is League punishment,” he said simply. “You are fortunate. It is usually custom to put many men to one woman or man. An exception was made in your case.”
She gasped in shock. “Many men?” Her horror was clear. His fingers kept moving as he spoke, slipping through her folds, playing with her clit.
“Yes. Nyssa was punished in this way."
“Oh god,” she moaned. It was worse than they’d thought. They’d practically delivered Nyssa to be gang-raped. “Did you take part in this?”, she asked, outraged.
She sensed him smile behind her. “I was fortunate to be of their number.” Number, her mind moaned. “The criminal is tied to an altar, and ten men are put to her, one by one. She is despoiled in all ways.” He abruptly pulled his hand from her and went towards the corner. “I was instructed to show this to you. This will remind you that, if it were not for our magnanimous Lord, this would have been your fate.”
He set up a tablet and started a video. It dawned on her slowly that was going to watch Nyssa being gang-raped, and she wanted to beg him to spare her. But a selfish voice told her to shut up – what if Al Sahim changed his mind and scheduled her own gangbang? It wasn’t like she could help Nyssa now.
In front of her, the screen resolved into a naked woman tied spread-eagled to a stone altar. She was struggling and protesting – a few seconds of this and she was gagged. Her struggles made her heavy breasts jiggle and bounce, and Felicity was ashamed that she was being turned on by this. Just as the thought came to her, Oliver settled down behind her, pulling her so that she straddled his lap, spreading her thighs as wide as she could. On the screen, the first man approached Nyssa – he was fully dressed, with mask and cowl on.
Behind her, Oliver started feeding his thick cock into her, lowering her down on it, until she was fully seated, then started playing with her pussy and her breasts again.
On the screen, the man pulled out his erect penis, and pushed into Nyssa without preamble, causing a muffled wail behind the gag. The assassin started thrusting just as Oliver spread her lower lips and pinched her clit, savagely. She came just as the man fucking Nyssa gave a few wild thrusts and yelled. There was a glimpse of reddened semen streaked thighs as he pulled out roughly, only to be replaced by another.
Nyssa whimpered as the second man pounded her pussy – grabbing and squeezing her breasts, laughing at her protests. He lasted longer than the first, and the sound of his grunts seemed to go on forever, until he was finished too.
Oliver had stopped what he was doing and was content to have her setting on his lap, stuffed with his cock, as he watched Nyssa being fucked senseless on the screen. Felicity lost count of how many men it was, until they started turning Nyssa on her front, and understood what “despoiled in all ways” meant. One man took the gag out, and before Nyssa could protest put in a kind of muzzle which kept her mouth open, ensuring she would not bite. Then he plunged his erect cock in her mouth and started thrusting. Another man slicked his cock up and pushed it slowly into her ass, causing Nyssa to shriek through the cock in her mouth.
Felicity could feel Oliver’s cock twitching inside her, and hissed in disgust.
“This is exciting you,” she said.
“Yes,” he answered. “I did this out of duty, and out of love for my master. But I find it arousing to think of you in her place.”
She gasped, just as, on the screen, one of the men preferred to fuck Nyssa’s pussy rather than her ass, eliciting a squeal from her and laughter from the others.
“I would come to you, the last as is my place. I would plunder you when many men had been before, and spend inside you. Then I would watch my brothers take their pleasure again and again.” On the screen, Nyssa’s ass and mouth were plundered over and over. Her thighs were streaked with semen, and tears and semen covered her face.
“Now you will ride me”, he said. “If I am not satisfied, tomorrow you too will endure the League’s punishment, in full.” He stressed the last word, and waited. Hating him, and herself, Felicity started bouncing on his cock. She couldn’t stop the gasps every time she bore down, and she hated the slick sounds of her pussy as she rode. Her boobs were bouncing with every movement, and she wondered if the camera was still filming her.
She’d thought they were finished on the screen, as what seemed like the last man pulled his cock out of Nyssa’s gaping asshole. But the screen only changed – now, instead of an altar, there was a mattress, and Nyssa was kneeling in the middle. He hands were chained above her head, stretching her cruelly, and her breasts jiggled with every breath.
Felicity wondered why Nyssa didn’t just get up, until she realised that her legs were tied down, with a metal bar in between her knees to keep them apart. She was gagged again, so when two men approached her, she realised what was going on at the same time that Nyssa did. She shrieked behind her gag, but it was to no avail, as the man in front of her quickly knelt and slid his hard cock into her defenceless pussy, and the man behind Nyssa slid into her ass.
Felicity watched Nyssa get pounded fore and aft as she bounced on Oliver’s hard prick, hoping what she was doing was good enough. Oliver started grunting in her ear, just as the two men on the screen were replaced by another two.
“Stop!” His voice was curt, and she stopped, her head hanging, breathing heavily. The sounds from the screen did not stop. Nyssa was whimpering now, muffled by the gag. The two men thrusting into Nyssa were pinching and fondling her breasts, and then groaned, in unison.
Oliver moved back a little, and she felt a blunt head against her asshole. As he slid into her ass, which was still sore from hours ago, she felt a pressure at her pussy. Even as she shook her head in denial and struggled, Oliver slid the vibrator inside her, so she too was doubly penetrated. He turned on the vibrator and she wailed. He held it inside her and gave a few tentative thrusts in her ass.
“I want to hear you,” his cold voice said. “Make as many sounds as you want.”
And then he thrust in, not as roughly as the men on the screen, but just as intrusively. She wailed as his balls hit her ass, not as loud as Nyssa, but loud enough. Slap, slap, slap, this time it was her ass being plundered, and it didn’t take long before he came with a yell, just as another couple of assassins pulled their wet cocks out of Nyssa. The camera focused on her stretched ass, just as Oliver pulled out of Felicity. As she watched the semen trickle out of Nyssa, she wondered whether that’s what it looked like on her end. The vibrator had slipped out of her vagina but he slid it back in, rubbing it against her sore clit until she wailed out her orgasm. He pushed her back onto the bed and retied her legs spread-eagled, wider than before, but didn’t untie her hands, so she was lying on them, a position which brought her lower half up as though she was presenting it to him.
He got off the bed and started to get dressed. He went through to her home office, and she heard what sounded like printing going on. When he came back she saw that he’d printed photos of her – facing the camera, arms tied behind her back, sweat-dampened breasts pushing proudly towards the camera. A shot of her vagina, lips swollen and puffy, semen trickling out. A shot of them together, with him between her outstretched legs, doing something which was making her scream through her gag.
“You pig,” she spat.
She thought he’d respond with the same cold lack of interest as before, but he seemed different, somehow. Was he going to kill her now? What more could he do to her? Better not ask that, she thought. While she hadn’t actually watched the most extreme porn, she knew that there was plenty he could still do to her which was much worse than he’d already done. She tried to shift herself off her hands, but all it did was jiggle her breasts, which seemed to catch his attention. He’d already put his gloves back on. He took them off and touched her breasts, swiping over the nipples, and licking and biting them. He opened his pants again and took his cock out. How could he be hard again, her mind wailed, as he lined up once more and pushed inside her. She could see the sweat dripping down his face as he thrust, and she couldn't help grunting every time he bottomed out. He lasted longer than before, but there was something in his face that there hadn't been before. It suddenly struck her - this wasn't just punishment. He wanted her, just her. The thought filled her with terror. What if he kidnapped her anyway, took her somewhere, and kept her there forever?
“You have bewitched me,” he gasped. And came.
She stared at the ceiling trying to hide her terror. He had to leave now. She couldn't take anymore of this. Hadn’t he done enough? Apparently he had, and his expression became unreadable once more.
“I trust you have learned your lesson,” he said, as he packed his things and prepared to leave. “Answer me,” he ordered.
“Yes,” she whispered through tears.
“If you try to call the authorities, I will be back, and I will not be alone. Do you understand?” He hadn’t put his gloves back on, and while he spoke he was sliding his fingers through her pussy, which was getting wet again in spite of her. “I would hate to share you with my brothers,” he remarked matter-of-factly as he put three fingers inside her.
“Please don’t. Please. I promise, I’ll be good.” She would have said anything to get him to believe her. He nodded, almost reluctantly taking his fingers out of her, and replacing them with a dildo. He put the buttplug back in her ass, and, when she whimpered, fixed her with a lingering look that filled her with terror. But he got off the bed, and brought out a wicked looking knife, putting it with reach of her bound hands.
“I will leave you this knife. It should not take you long to free yourself.”
Felicity nodded frantically, desperate for him to leave so that she could take the dildo and plug out. He leaned over her, and for a horrible moment she thought he wanted to kiss her. That would have broken her, she was sure. But he didn't, and just gave her an enigmatic look, before leaving the apartment without a sound.
She waited for a few minutes, until she was sure he was gone, and then started sawing at the ties around her wrists. They snapped after a few seconds, and then she finally pulled the dildo and plug out of her, hissing at the sore and stretched feeling they left behind.
She only rested for a few seconds. Although she wanted nothing more than to take a scalding bath and sleep for days, she pulled out a suitcase and started packing. She hadn’t trusted to the look in Ol- in Al Sahim’s eyes. He’d be back, she was sure of that, no matter what he'd promised. But this time, she wouldn’t be here.
As Felicity left her apartment, an hour later, she allowed herself one sob and a few tears for what she’d lost. Then she gritted her teeth and walked towards her car. She was going to start over, far away from here, and never think of this again.

Just a quick author's note - this is a one-shot I wrote when I was blocked on another story. I might write a sequel in which Felicity gets revenge on Oliver. But for now this is it.
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