He doesn’t even have to push. She parts her legs for him, and then she’s lying open and waiting for him. Deep in her mind, a part of Jackie screams with fear. The rest of her waits there quietly, like a good girl (good girl good girl good girl it echoes in her head like a wail caught in a well). Atlas slides his right hand down to her center and presses two fingers inside. All she can do is bite her cheeks to try stop the moan that bubbles out of her mouth.
“There we are love, just what I thought. Part of you is fighting this, but the rest of you knows what it really wants, don’t it?” He presses himself against her, and then he’s inside of her. Even though she’s wet from his touches, it still hurts. It hurts like the first time (but it’s not it can’t be the first time, she remembers her first time) and she groans with pain, her head dug into the thin mattress. Atlas puts his weight on her and he reaches up to run a hand across her forehead, brushing lightly through her hair. “Ahhh, that’s it. Been a long time for me. You feel just like heaven right now.”
He starts to rock into her. Jackie just lays there, feeling like she’s drowning in her thoughts. Atlas kisses her mouth and cheeks, and his hands grope at her and his cock thrusts into her again and again, keeping her thighs wide. It’s not hurting anymore, not like before. Now it feels good. That’s the worst part. He’s inside of her and it feels good.
Her body is reacting to him, even if she isn’t. Jackie tightens around him, her thighs holding onto his hips. Her nipples are hard and she’s breathing fast, though not as fast as he is. Atlas looks at her and he’s handsome, his hair curling a little on his forehead like a question mark. His hands are on her body and he brushes her face, gently pinching a cheek. “Good girl, you want me to fuck you faster?”
“Yes. Please.” Good girl. Love. Good girl. Love. Would you kindly? She feels his hips speed up, feels his fingers dig into her flesh as he ruts against her. His cock twitches inside of her now and then and all she can do is squeeze and writhe under him. The words keep cluttering up her head. Why does he keep saying them? Why does she keep telling him things even she doesn’t know? Her brain just buzzes with the one common denominator. “Atlas. Atlas. Atlas.”
“Jackie, Jackie, Jackie.” He teases, a smile on his face. She watches his body and the way his muscles flex with each thrust into her. Jackie’s not sure she could push him off of her, even if she wanted to, and right now she can’t even make herself put her thighs together. Her groin burns with heat and she’s worried she might burst into flames if this keeps up. But. He asked her not to use her plasmids. And she hasn’t. He asked her kindly. He is always asking her kindly. Atlas can’t hear her thoughts and all he does is touch her breasts, pawing at them while the rest of him is busy fucking her. His voice sounds a little different when he talks, coarse and rough, like all the sweetness in him has run out. “That’s it kid. Just like that.”
She moans, feeling her body start to tense again. Every part of her feels sensitive and hyper-aware. He grips her hips and side, fucking Jackie so hard that the springs in the cot’s mattress dig into her back. She wants this to be over so she can think, so she can figure out why she’s letting him do this to her. Jackie’s fought off Big Daddies but she can’t even make herself think about zapping him hard enough to get him to stop. If she could just figure out why-
Atlas thrusts down hard and she makes a strangled sound as she comes for a second time. His fingers dig into her flesh as she arches up, body rigid as she feels that overwhelming sense of pleasure jolt straight through her. When she collapses, her legs are trembling hard and her world’s been reduced down to the constant hard pulse in her sex that makes her whimper again and again. “Good girl,” He whispers to her, his mouth pressing kisses along her neck and shoulders, “That’s my Jackie. Ah Christ, you’re squeezing me kid. Keep it up and I’ll be coming too.”
She lies on the mattress. Her mind feels clear, even if her body is still twitching somewhat. The truth’s there, she knows it is, she just has to grasp it. There’s something about the words he keeps saying to her. She feels the urge to do things. Is it the ADAM doing that to her? Did he know when he told her to slip the needle in her veins that with enough of it, she’d do exactly as he commanded? Jackie’s not sure, but it seems the most likely. Her eyes fix up on Atlas as he fucks her, holding onto her tight enough to leave bruises. He’s hurting her and he doesn’t seem to notice or care. She wishes he weren’t handsome. It would be so much easier to hate him if she didn’t want to like him.
Jackie watches him fall apart, his face twisting up and his strokes inside of her becoming desperate and erratic. He grunts hard and she gasps with shock as she feels him come inside her. She shudders hard, wanting to shove him off. But she doesn’t and her thighs stay open as he pumps her full of cum. Disgusting. Atlas collapses on top of her, kissing her roughly and muttering against her. “Ah Jackie… love, we’re going to make him pay. Tell him, when you see him. Tell him about this. Let ‘em get a good look at you, would you kindly, before you crush his skull.”
“Of course.” She says softly. Command words. The urge to do as he says rises inside of her. He’s been playing her from the start. Now he’s still playing her for the fool, just in a different way.
Atlas pulls out of her and she feels empty, a little hollow after that. There’s something leaking out of her and she doesn’t dare look. He does, and he tsks to himself. “You’re making a mess. Close your thighs.”
She closes them. He gets off the bed and she sits up. Her stockings hang low around her calves, ready to slip off if she takes more than a few steps. Jackie watches him stretch. Her mind is very quiet. She has her orders and she knows what she needs to do. The part of her that is horrified by what just happened has gone silent.
“Don’t go moving about, love, I’ll find you something to clean yourself up with. Ryan won’t be going anywhere, not while he thinks he’s won. And won’t that be a nasty surprise for him?” Atlas keeps talking. He doesn’t notice as she gets to her feet and opens the container below the bed. She feels raw between her thighs and her legs wobble a little, like a newborn calf. When he turns toward her, she hangs her hand behind her back. “Go on now Jackie, be a good girl and sit yourself down.”
She doesn’t, even though she feels a part of her twinge. Jackie can’t sit down yet. She needs him to see her first. It’s important that he sees her. Her fingers squeeze tight. Jackie takes a deep breath to calm herself. “Atlas... come back. Please.”
“Feeling anxious are you?” His eyes sweep up and down her, like she’s a prize pig at the fair and all he can think about is how good she’ll be to butcher. “I’m here sister, I haven’t gone anywhere. What’s the matter? Feeling cold?”
Jackie nods as he closes the distance between them, stepping in close. He smells a little like her. Which means she smells a little like him. He sets a hand in her hair and strokes it, curling it between his fingers, before pulling her towards his mouth. That’s when she smashes the wrench down on his skull.
The blow’s not quite on target, but it hits hard and stumbles him. His hand tightens in her hair, yanking hard, and when he looks at her, his eyes are furious. His voice is wrong, that same coarse voice that came out of him when he was hurting her. “Code Ye-”
This swing smashes into his jaw, breaking it. He wrenches her head to the side, maybe trying to break her neck, but he’s just a man, not a splicer or a big daddy or anything really dangerous. Atlas is a man and his skull caves in just like anyone else’s. She swings until his grip loosens on her hair, and then she keeps swinging until there’s nothing left of his face. Her skin’s covered in blood and specks of brain, but she doesn’t feel any dirtier than she felt when he was coming inside of her.
Jackie’s glad he never specified whose skull she needed to crush. If she’d been forced to walk out of here with him still alive and talking to her over the radio, she would have gone mad.
With the order followed, the rest of it rushes into her head again and she grits her teeth, feeling her thoughts jumble. She follows the only order she had left and she sits on the cot, waiting for the noise in her brain to subside. It takes a long time, longer than she’d like it to.
Jackie knows she’s in shock. She’s not calm, she’s numb, and there’s going to come a point when she won’t be numb anymore. But right now, numb is good. Numb will help her get out of this place. She makes a list in her head of things she has to do and orders them. Shower first. Clean clothes next (and she won’t wear that dress, she refuses to). Answers, if there are any here. Then get out.
There’s a shower and though the water’s freezing cold, it’s fresh and that’s at least one kindness in an otherwise cruel day. Clothing proves to be somewhat difficult. Though Jackie’s able to wash her sweater out, her skirt refuses to zip up. Atlas’ pants are the only other thing besides the dress, so she wears those instead, cutting a new notch in the belt to help them stay on her. She takes his boots too, and anything else she can find.
Jackie doesn’t just take from the vast stocks of supplies she finds in the pantry. She takes the papers has lying everywhere, and every single audio diary she can dig up. There’s got to be something of value in here. Andrew Ryan is no friend of hers, but right now she’s got no friends and an enemy she knows is better than the enemy she didn’t see coming. Maybe when he finds out what she did to Atlas, and what she’s carrying, he’ll cut her a deal, get her out of here and up to the surface.
Maybe he can explain why Atlas wanted Ryan to take a good, long look at her before she told him she’d been raped. Maybe he knows why her head still buzzes when she thinks too hard about those phrases he said over and over again. Or maybe not. At this point, Jackie just wants to get out of this place anyway she can. She wants to go home.
Jackie heads back out into Rapture, wearing her clean sweater and her second-hand clothes, all of her items strapped to her back. Soon as she’s past the door, she feels her veins light up again and fire fill her palm. She also hears Splicers, chattering inanely to each other a few rooms away.
Good. She needs something to take her mind off of what just happened, and they’re exactly what she needs right now. Jackie heads their way, her radio blissfully silent.
Some Beauty - Jackie/Atlas [noncon, mind control] 3/3
“There we are love, just what I thought. Part of you is fighting this, but the rest of you knows what it really wants, don’t it?” He presses himself against her, and then he’s inside of her. Even though she’s wet from his touches, it still hurts. It hurts like the first time (but it’s not it can’t be the first time, she remembers her first time) and she groans with pain, her head dug into the thin mattress. Atlas puts his weight on her and he reaches up to run a hand across her forehead, brushing lightly through her hair. “Ahhh, that’s it. Been a long time for me. You feel just like heaven right now.”
He starts to rock into her. Jackie just lays there, feeling like she’s drowning in her thoughts. Atlas kisses her mouth and cheeks, and his hands grope at her and his cock thrusts into her again and again, keeping her thighs wide. It’s not hurting anymore, not like before. Now it feels good. That’s the worst part. He’s inside of her and it feels good.
Her body is reacting to him, even if she isn’t. Jackie tightens around him, her thighs holding onto his hips. Her nipples are hard and she’s breathing fast, though not as fast as he is. Atlas looks at her and he’s handsome, his hair curling a little on his forehead like a question mark. His hands are on her body and he brushes her face, gently pinching a cheek. “Good girl, you want me to fuck you faster?”
“Yes. Please.” Good girl. Love. Good girl. Love. Would you kindly? She feels his hips speed up, feels his fingers dig into her flesh as he ruts against her. His cock twitches inside of her now and then and all she can do is squeeze and writhe under him. The words keep cluttering up her head. Why does he keep saying them? Why does she keep telling him things even she doesn’t know? Her brain just buzzes with the one common denominator. “Atlas. Atlas. Atlas.”
“Jackie, Jackie, Jackie.” He teases, a smile on his face. She watches his body and the way his muscles flex with each thrust into her. Jackie’s not sure she could push him off of her, even if she wanted to, and right now she can’t even make herself put her thighs together. Her groin burns with heat and she’s worried she might burst into flames if this keeps up. But. He asked her not to use her plasmids. And she hasn’t. He asked her kindly. He is always asking her kindly. Atlas can’t hear her thoughts and all he does is touch her breasts, pawing at them while the rest of him is busy fucking her. His voice sounds a little different when he talks, coarse and rough, like all the sweetness in him has run out. “That’s it kid. Just like that.”
She moans, feeling her body start to tense again. Every part of her feels sensitive and hyper-aware. He grips her hips and side, fucking Jackie so hard that the springs in the cot’s mattress dig into her back. She wants this to be over so she can think, so she can figure out why she’s letting him do this to her. Jackie’s fought off Big Daddies but she can’t even make herself think about zapping him hard enough to get him to stop. If she could just figure out why-
Atlas thrusts down hard and she makes a strangled sound as she comes for a second time. His fingers dig into her flesh as she arches up, body rigid as she feels that overwhelming sense of pleasure jolt straight through her. When she collapses, her legs are trembling hard and her world’s been reduced down to the constant hard pulse in her sex that makes her whimper again and again. “Good girl,” He whispers to her, his mouth pressing kisses along her neck and shoulders, “That’s my Jackie. Ah Christ, you’re squeezing me kid. Keep it up and I’ll be coming too.”
She lies on the mattress. Her mind feels clear, even if her body is still twitching somewhat. The truth’s there, she knows it is, she just has to grasp it. There’s something about the words he keeps saying to her. She feels the urge to do things. Is it the ADAM doing that to her? Did he know when he told her to slip the needle in her veins that with enough of it, she’d do exactly as he commanded? Jackie’s not sure, but it seems the most likely. Her eyes fix up on Atlas as he fucks her, holding onto her tight enough to leave bruises. He’s hurting her and he doesn’t seem to notice or care. She wishes he weren’t handsome. It would be so much easier to hate him if she didn’t want to like him.
Jackie watches him fall apart, his face twisting up and his strokes inside of her becoming desperate and erratic. He grunts hard and she gasps with shock as she feels him come inside her. She shudders hard, wanting to shove him off. But she doesn’t and her thighs stay open as he pumps her full of cum. Disgusting. Atlas collapses on top of her, kissing her roughly and muttering against her. “Ah Jackie… love, we’re going to make him pay. Tell him, when you see him. Tell him about this. Let ‘em get a good look at you, would you kindly, before you crush his skull.”
“Of course.” She says softly. Command words. The urge to do as he says rises inside of her. He’s been playing her from the start. Now he’s still playing her for the fool, just in a different way.
Atlas pulls out of her and she feels empty, a little hollow after that. There’s something leaking out of her and she doesn’t dare look. He does, and he tsks to himself. “You’re making a mess. Close your thighs.”
She closes them. He gets off the bed and she sits up. Her stockings hang low around her calves, ready to slip off if she takes more than a few steps. Jackie watches him stretch. Her mind is very quiet. She has her orders and she knows what she needs to do. The part of her that is horrified by what just happened has gone silent.
“Don’t go moving about, love, I’ll find you something to clean yourself up with. Ryan won’t be going anywhere, not while he thinks he’s won. And won’t that be a nasty surprise for him?” Atlas keeps talking. He doesn’t notice as she gets to her feet and opens the container below the bed. She feels raw between her thighs and her legs wobble a little, like a newborn calf. When he turns toward her, she hangs her hand behind her back. “Go on now Jackie, be a good girl and sit yourself down.”
She doesn’t, even though she feels a part of her twinge. Jackie can’t sit down yet. She needs him to see her first. It’s important that he sees her. Her fingers squeeze tight. Jackie takes a deep breath to calm herself. “Atlas... come back. Please.”
“Feeling anxious are you?” His eyes sweep up and down her, like she’s a prize pig at the fair and all he can think about is how good she’ll be to butcher. “I’m here sister, I haven’t gone anywhere. What’s the matter? Feeling cold?”
Jackie nods as he closes the distance between them, stepping in close. He smells a little like her. Which means she smells a little like him. He sets a hand in her hair and strokes it, curling it between his fingers, before pulling her towards his mouth. That’s when she smashes the wrench down on his skull.
The blow’s not quite on target, but it hits hard and stumbles him. His hand tightens in her hair, yanking hard, and when he looks at her, his eyes are furious. His voice is wrong, that same coarse voice that came out of him when he was hurting her. “Code Ye-”
This swing smashes into his jaw, breaking it. He wrenches her head to the side, maybe trying to break her neck, but he’s just a man, not a splicer or a big daddy or anything really dangerous. Atlas is a man and his skull caves in just like anyone else’s. She swings until his grip loosens on her hair, and then she keeps swinging until there’s nothing left of his face. Her skin’s covered in blood and specks of brain, but she doesn’t feel any dirtier than she felt when he was coming inside of her.
Jackie’s glad he never specified whose skull she needed to crush. If she’d been forced to walk out of here with him still alive and talking to her over the radio, she would have gone mad.
With the order followed, the rest of it rushes into her head again and she grits her teeth, feeling her thoughts jumble. She follows the only order she had left and she sits on the cot, waiting for the noise in her brain to subside. It takes a long time, longer than she’d like it to.
Jackie knows she’s in shock. She’s not calm, she’s numb, and there’s going to come a point when she won’t be numb anymore. But right now, numb is good. Numb will help her get out of this place. She makes a list in her head of things she has to do and orders them. Shower first. Clean clothes next (and she won’t wear that dress, she refuses to). Answers, if there are any here. Then get out.
There’s a shower and though the water’s freezing cold, it’s fresh and that’s at least one kindness in an otherwise cruel day. Clothing proves to be somewhat difficult. Though Jackie’s able to wash her sweater out, her skirt refuses to zip up. Atlas’ pants are the only other thing besides the dress, so she wears those instead, cutting a new notch in the belt to help them stay on her. She takes his boots too, and anything else she can find.
Jackie doesn’t just take from the vast stocks of supplies she finds in the pantry. She takes the papers has lying everywhere, and every single audio diary she can dig up. There’s got to be something of value in here. Andrew Ryan is no friend of hers, but right now she’s got no friends and an enemy she knows is better than the enemy she didn’t see coming. Maybe when he finds out what she did to Atlas, and what she’s carrying, he’ll cut her a deal, get her out of here and up to the surface.
Maybe he can explain why Atlas wanted Ryan to take a good, long look at her before she told him she’d been raped. Maybe he knows why her head still buzzes when she thinks too hard about those phrases he said over and over again. Or maybe not. At this point, Jackie just wants to get out of this place anyway she can. She wants to go home.
Jackie heads back out into Rapture, wearing her clean sweater and her second-hand clothes, all of her items strapped to her back. Soon as she’s past the door, she feels her veins light up again and fire fill her palm. She also hears Splicers, chattering inanely to each other a few rooms away.
Good. She needs something to take her mind off of what just happened, and they’re exactly what she needs right now. Jackie heads their way, her radio blissfully silent.