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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Character:
      Lance_(Voltron), Sendak_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      THIS_IS_NOT_LANCE/SENDAK, Power_Dynamics, violent_depictions_of_non/con
      so_please_don't_read_if_that_will_trigger_you, also_this_isn't_meant_to
      be_sexy_at_all_so_try_not_to_interpret_it_that_way, Gosh_i_hurt_lance_so
      much, 0_to_100_real_quick_tho
  Series:
      Part 1 of Endurance_is_a_Fickle_Thing
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-14 Words: 1608
****** Tough it out ******
by Lemon_Chan
Summary
     His head hit the wall with such a loud thud that he saw stars in his
     eyes. A hand roughly grabbed his hair, yanking him towards the
     other’s body. Lance glared up defiantly at Sendak, hands clenching in
     their alien handcuffs.
     Or
     Lance is captured by Sendak's battalion.
Notes
     Disclaimer though guys, this is a rape/non-con work so i made sure to
     make it horrific because rape isn't a "show of love" or a "mistake
     that went too far". It's an act of violence and manipulation of power
     dynamics so please read responsibly everyone.
See the end of the work for more notes
His head hit the wall with such a loud thud that he saw stars in his eyes. A
hand roughly grabbed his hair, yanking him towards the other’s body. Lance
glared up defiantly at Sendak, hands clenching in their alien handcuffs.
“It appears that you will be the petty prey to poison the Voltron.” Said Sendak
as he leaned down to eye-level with Lance. Sendak tighten his clutch on Lance’s
scalp, eliciting a hiss while pulling the boy closer to his face. “I cannot
just simply kill you and have you replaced. I need to crush your spirit
completely and let it poison the very foundation of your team.”
 “Don’t think you can break me so easily big guy I’ve already dealt with the
most annoying creatures in the universe before, my brothers and sisters.” Lance
scoffed. Sendak released his grip on Lance’s hair to delicately lift the teen’s
chin with his index finger.
“Let us see how long you can last with that attitude of yours.”
---
Minutes, hours, days, he couldn’t tell anymore. His ribs felt ready to crumble
and his head was about to explode. Sendak’s goons had been taking turns in
beating him, one after the other in an endless cruel cycle. He wasn’t sure how
much more he could take of it, throwing his head to the side as he vomited for
the umpteenth time, Gross. He wiped away the vomit still clinging to his mouth
against his shoulder, disgusted at the conditions of his holding cell. Patches
of vomit and blood blotched the ground, restricting his sitting space further
each day. His shoulders dropped as he rested his head on his knees. He had to
wait. He had to be patient, the other paladins would being doing their best to
rescue him but… damn were they taking their time. He remained still as the
doors opened, a rhythmic stride filling the room getting louder the closer it
got to him.
“A little worse for wear are we now?” Sendak smirked.
“I’ve seen better days.”
“I will admit, I did not take into consideration the depth of your pride,” He
said, crouching down to nudge at Lance’s lip with his thumb, a malicious
expression growing. “, however I doubt you will have any left very soon.”
Lance tensed up and instinctively kicked Sendak away when a finger was thrusted
into his mouth. A moment later multiple guards had him pinned to the ground,
firmly keeping his head squashed against the cold floor.
It was suffocating. It was disorientating.
They pushed him onto his back, his cuffs dug into his spine as his shoulders
were held to the floor. Their hands locked him in place, unable to move a
single limb. Lance glared at the tall figure looming over him, a mere
silhouette against the brightness of the lights. He struggled, Shit, wriggling
against a flurry of hands- kicking and biting everything around him. A heavy
blow to his abdomen had Lance wheezing, squeezing his eyes shut as if to lessen
the impact. One, two, three other strikes against his temple and chest left him
panting and dizzy; the effects of malnutrition more evident than ever. Once
again their hands locked him into a firmer cage against the ground leaving him
completely vulnerable to Sendak.
“It seems that physical violence is not enough to break the will of the blue
lion- as expected of you. However, I doubt a paladin as inexperienced as
yourself would be able to withstand emotional turmoil. Allow me to re-assert
myself- I will break you then let whatever remains of you to rot the core of
Voltron yourself.” With that, Sendak kneeled onto the ground and pulled Lance’s
legs towards him, lifting thin hips off the ground.
Lance’s entire body froze, What’s happening, unable to respond to the situation
as reality poured over him in a cold stream of uncertainty. His legs kicked out
instinctively only to be caught by muscular arms.
“What are you doing!” He shouted, the snicker in return forced his gaze to meet
Sendak’s, and for the first time he felt truly scared. He trembled, Don’t,
squirming desperately to get out of reach and away from their hands. He kicked
with all his might, pushing everyone away from him. Violently twisting and
turning, Lance was like a suffocating fish out of water. The guards kicked his
torso and back and thigh and head, and he whimpered in pain. The moment of
bloodlust passed and he found himself underneath the commander, caged within
large arms with no escapes. Lance’s hips were pressed directly against
Sendak’s, his thighs being forced apart further as the Galran leaned closer. A
finger thrusted into his mouth and his arms strained trying to break free from
the cuffs. Lance bit down harshly; head smashing against the ground when Sendak
shoved him backwards and snatched his fingers out.
“I was going to play nice but I do not think that is necessary anymore.”
A hand grabbed Lance’s neck, Stop it,and yanked him forward until he was back
into a sitting position with his face pressed hard against Sendak’s crotch.
Lance tensed, feeling his innards hollowing. A hand threaded itself through his
hair and dragged his face along Sendak’s pulsating, clothed member. The
commander released Lance out of his grip to pull his lower garments down,
allowing his cock to smack onto the boy’s cheek. Lance recoiled, This can’t be
happening, trying desperately to move backwards and away from Sendak. He
couldn’t believe this, yanking and jerking in vain to free his arms. He felt
panic arise within the pit of his stomach as his body physically caught up with
the situation. He trembled as Sendak pulled him back, Let me go, the pressure
of the grip hurting him. Sendak shoved his fingers back into Lance’s mouth,
reveling at the tears welling in the teen’s eyes. Without warning Sendak forced
Lance’s mouth onto his cock, pushing against the small resistance Lance still
had until he felt himself hit he back of the boy’s throat. Lance gagged,
jerking his leg against nothing, choking and coughing around the commander’s
thick length. Lance’s throat burned and he hated the saltiness that invaded his
mouth. Sendak began thrusting into his mouth without abandon, forcing Lance to
deep throat his large Galran member. The strain on Lance’s jaw caused him to
close his mouth slightly, grazing Sendak’s penis with his teeth and earning a
punch against his temple hard enough to split his mind in two. He cried out
when the same hand roughly clenched onto the hair where he was struck. The
excruciating pain almost made him forget about the cock in his mouth until he
choked again, finally letting tears drip down his copper cheeks. Lance squeezed
his eyes shut, Stop it, scrunching his brow to focus on breathing through his
nose lest he wanted to choke again. The thrusting continued and the hand on
Lance’s hair snaked to the base of his head, allowing Sendak to push even
harder into his small mouth. When Sendak finally yanked Lance off, Lance panted
heavily allowing spit and pre-cum to drip from his abused, slack jaw. Lance’s
throat felt so raw, I hate this, burning at every attempt to swallow down air,
Make it stop hurting. He was pushed down again and instinctively clenched his
knees together, Don’t touch me, washed over in a renewed anxiety. Lance
hyperventilated as his legs were harshly pulled apart, Stop it, and bit his
lower lip when he felt calloused hands rip apart the legs of his suit, leaving
him bare. Leaving him vulnerable.
He screamed when the thick cock rammed into him, violent and relentless.
Lance cried, sobbing as the cock ripped his anus apart. It hurt so much. It was
excruciating. It was unbearable. Sendak made sure to sheath himself to the hilt
with every thrust, letting Lance’s blood coat himself in a sickening lubricant.
The commander held tightly onto Lance’s thighs amused by the boy’s limp dick,
then moved to harshly clench Lance’s ass cheeks to tear them apart, trying to
force him into loosening. Sendak harshly tugged Lance’s hips towards each of
his powerful thrusts, pushing himself deeper every time. Wails and sobs filled
the air but not enough to drown the shocking slaps of bodies colliding.
“Stop it, it hurts. Stop it!” Lance cried, eyes screwed shut in agony. He was
met with a chilling laugh as hands pressed harder onto his ass. Lance’s entire
body was quaking, involuntarily crying out to every thrust, his throat feeling
so dry. It seemed to last an eternity but Sendak finally released into Lance’s
abused body. The scalding liquid invaded higher through his intestines and
Lance continued to sob. He wanted to remove himself from this body. He wanted
to throw it away. He felt so dirty.
Sendak pulled out with a horrendous pop, a wicked laughter spilling from his
lips as he let go of the teen’s body. Lance immediately curled in on himself,
shivering in sweat he hadn’t noticed until now. The sound of footsteps fading
away fell upon deaf ears as all Lance could hear was the numbness of his
surroundings, a constant buzz. Whispers darted around the room and suddenly the
space felt smaller. A hand yanking his ankle broke Lance out of his reverie as
an influx of limbs forced themselves onto his lithe body.  Cocks shoved into
his face from every direction and someone was already trying to enter him
again. Feared soaked to him to the core as the last thing he remembered was the
smiling face of Sendak striding out of the cell.
 
 
End Notes
     See you all in hell
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