Current mood:	philosophically violated?
Entry tags:	hentai, smut, trunks/pan

I think I was posessed...
Ah, what a lovely first entry for the new year...

I come bearing hardcore, NC-17, hide-your-children-because-this-is-may-scar-them-for-life, smut. I think I might be scarred for life. Who knows. All I know was this was fun to write, as well as challenging. You're all going to think I'm crazy for saying this was fun to write. In fact, you may want to rinse your computer screen with disinfectant when you're finished reading it. That is, if you even finish reading it.

Title: Suffocated
Genre: Hentai
Rating: HEAVY NC-17 - RAPE, NON-CONSENSUAL SEX (VAGINAL, ANAL, ORAL)
Pairing: Trunks/Pan
Word Count: 3000, or something. Who cares, it's smut?
Summary: Pan's lost a bet, and now she has to pay up... whether she likes it or not.

WARNING: I ALREADY WARNED YOU, BUT DO NOT CLICK THE DAMN LINK IF WHAT'S LISTED ABOVE OFFENDS YOU. THIS IS NOT SUNSHINE & RAINBOWS. THIS IS SERIOUS STUFF. SO PISS OFF IF THE ABOVE MENTIONED OFFENDS YOU.

Those who ignore these warnings and spam my inbox or comment page will be ripped a new asshole. Have a nice day. And enjoy the smut.


“You lost, Pan.”

It was spoken flatly, with no emotion. He wasn’t even gloating, rubbing his victory in her face. Instead, his body was pressed against her own, pinning her to the bedroom door with his bulk. It was an intimate position, a hardness that was purely male pressing against her hips. And that was worse than his gloating. She would have preferred it if he had taunted and teased her for losing the bet, for losing to him.

But he wasn’t, and this intimate position revolted her. She wasn’t suppose to lose to him, she had promised herself she wouldn’t. The consequences were too great. But there she stood, pressed against his bedroom door, his forearm pressed near her head, his fingers lightly caressing the thin locks of her hair. She wanted to jerk away from his touch, cringe for being in his mere presence. But her pride wouldn’t allow it. She had lost, and she would hold out her end of the bet.

“You should be glad you lost, Pan,” he said, his voice still icy and flat as he trailed his right hand up her waist and along the side of her breast. “Any woman would pay to be in your position.”

This time she couldn’t stop the reaction. She flinched, her eyes closing as she tilted her head, breaking eye contact. Her lips twitched into a small grimace. Trunks only chuckled, sliding his hand between their bodies. Her breath caught and her gaze snapped back to his own, but he hadn’t reached for the snap of her jeans. His hand had snaked into his own pants and he grunted as he freed himself .

Pan shifted uncomfortably as she felt the muscles moving in his arm as he stroked himself, all the while grinning down at her. She could feel his length pressed hard and hot against her hips. If it had been anyone else she probably would have been turned on, having been the sole reason for the erection pressed against her. But this was Trunks, and the idea of him getting hard from thoughts of her was revolting.

“What are you doing?” Pan asked as she felt Trunks’ hands on her shoulders, pressing down gently.

“You are holding out your end of the bet,” he said, this time sounding amused.

Her eyebrows shot up as she realized what Trunks wanted her to do. “That wasn’t part of the deal, Trunks,” she said, and was ashamed to hear her voice shaking in her own ears. “I agreed to have sex with you if I lost, and that’s all I’m–“

She was cut short as Trunks put his weight into her and her knees gave way, cracking against the hardwood floor of his bedroom. She pulled back as his erection brushed her cheek, burning hot. But his hand was on the back of her head, preventing her from pulling away. Her nails dug into the nylon of his track pants as she gripped his thighs. “Trunks, I mean it, I’m not doing this.”

He was almost fully erect, and huge all the same. She wasn’t a virgin and she had certainly given head before, but this was different. She didn’t want to suck Trunks’ dick, or even let him fuck her, for that matter. The sex she would give him, because she had lost their bet, but she wasn’t going to suck him off.

“Now let me up so we can get this over with.” She made to push away from him again, but cried out as Trunks jerked her head forward painfully and his length was shoved deep into her mouth. She suppressed the gag reflex, eyes wide and heart pounding. Why was he doing this to her, forcing her–

But Pan’s thoughts were wiped from her mind as he pressed himself more firmly into her mouth. She couldn’t breathe and her throat was constricting. He wasn’t giving her any choice.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good girl,” he whispered as she moved her mouth around him, inhaling deeply through her nose and trying to ignore the pain in her jaw and the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and worked her lips along his shaft, gliding her tongue around the head and sucking gently, flicking her tongue over the tip and eliciting a low moan from Trunks, who still had a painful grip on her hair.

Pan tried to imagine it was someone else, anyone else, but it wasn’t working. His iron grip on her hair and his gasps of pleasure were enough to make Pan remember it was Trunks she was sucking off, Trunks who was forcing himself on her like this. This wasn’t suppose to happen, they were just suppose to have sex and that was it. She didn’t even know why he had wanted her in his bed. He had enough women to satisfy his needs, why did he want her?

He forced himself back into her mouth with a jerk of his hips. Her cry of surprise was muffled in her throat and she was forced to resist gagging once again as the head of his erection buried itself in the back of her throat.

“You really know what you’re doing, don’t you Pan?” he breathed, his voice husky with arousal. “You’re as good at sucking dick as you are at bitching at me, and we both know you’re all aces when it comes to bitching.” His chuckle trailed off to a moan as Pan worked her mouth against him more quickly than she had previously, fueled by anger.

It was just what he wanted, Pan thought as she brought one hand up to grip the throbbing base of his cock. He wanted to berate her, humiliate her by forcing her onto her knees and making her suck him off. And it was working. She couldn’t respond with her mouth full of him, and if she could have spoken she was still on her knees, his erection slick from her saliva. She was in a submissive position, anything she said wouldn’t have the same affect.

His hand clenched tightly in her hair as she worked both her mouth and her hand along his shaft, determined to get him off and be done with it. She trailed her hand under his shaft and squeezed his sac gently. He sagged against her slightly, moaning and forcing her mouth down on him. She
squeezed again, this time with more force, and he responded by sliding his hand from her hair and jerking her back to a standing position by her neck.

Her knees sang painfully, stiff and sore from kneeling on the hard floor. Her jaw was throbbing and her throat was burning, but she still met his gaze, which was hot with lust. His fingers were digging into the back of her neck with enough force to bruise and his erection was burning hot, even through the denim of her jeans.

“I knew you’d be good at that, Pan.” He was breathing against her ear and Pan arched her head away, but Trunks’ grip tightened on the nape of her neck and she let out a muffled cry of pain. He ignored it. “All those times I listened to you snap at me, wondering if that sharp little tongue of yours was as good with a dick as it is with words.” He laughed, low and menacing in her ear, and Pan felt her stomach roll.

“You’re a bastard, Trunks, a fucking bastard,” she sneered, but her voice betrayed her once again by quivering.

He laughed louder this time, his hand snaking between their bodies again, but this time his fingers flicked open the button of her jeans. She sucked her stomach in, an impulsive reaction when his knuckles grazed her skin. “You’ll only make me harder if you keep talking like that, Pan,” he said, and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and pulled her away from the door. He flung her effortlessly onto the bed, her head cracking against the wood of the headboard.

She saw stars, groaning as her vision wavered. But then he was on top of her, and when her vision cleared she realized he was completely naked and fully erect, tugging at her jeans. He yanked them off, twisting her ankle painfully before she could right herself. Then his hands were on her breasts, groping painfully through her shirt.

“You son of a bitch, you’re hurting me,” she growled, trying to twist away from him. He responded by grabbing a handful of her shirt and ripping it clean from her body.

“Good,” he growled in her ear. “Because that’s what you fucking deserve, some fucking pain for being such a bitch.” Her bra met the same fate as her shirt, then his calloused hands were on her naked breasts, scraping across her nipples and squeezing painfully.

“Fuck you, you piece of shit,” she gasped, digging her nails into his biceps as she continued to thrash against him. She wouldn’t do this, she wouldn’t let him take her like this. She shouldn’t have come in the first place. What the hell had she been thinking? It was only a stupid bet, she could have just refused to do this with him.

Pan kicked out, grazing him between the legs with her heel. He grunted and his grip on her breasts slackened. She pressed her hands into the bulk of his chest, and pushed. But she hadn’t hit him hard enough, his hand had closed around her throat before she could muster up enough strength to shove him off of her.

She was slammed roughly into the mattress, his hand gripped tightly around her throat. She coughed, digging her nails into his wrist.

“You bitch, you little bitch,” he sneered in her face, eyes wild. She felt the scratch of lace against her skin as he tore her panties away. She gasped in a breath as his hand left her throat, ignored the sting in her muscles as he jerked her legs apart. She tried to force herself up as she felt the heat of his erection bump against her, but one hand had a painful grip on her hip. She caught a glimpse of him gripping his cock which was throbbing an angry red, felt the searing heat as the head invaded her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he had grabbed her hips and slammed himself into her.

Pan’s words melted into a scream of pain as his bulk invaded her, slamming painfully against her cervix. She was bone dry and his invasion had been completely unexpected. She cried out again as he pulled out of her, her body going tense in reaction and making the pain worse. He was bigger than any man she had had before, too big when she wasn’t ready for him.

He thrust forward and her body revolted, going rigid in an attempt to expel him. But it made her pain worse and heightened his pleasure. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, trying to force herself to relax, tried to ignore the blinding pain he was inflicting on her. She could feel his breath on her face, hot and quick as he thrust himself into her, picking up a quick rhythm that ripped at her insides.

“Does your daddy know you’re not a virgin, Pan?”

He was mocking her, he was fucking mocking her. She didn’t respond, she couldn’t, but she cried out again as he lifted her hips and drove into her harder.

“You’re fucking tight,” he moaned. “Hurts, does it? It wouldn’t if you didn’t insist on being such a bitch. You should have just let me have you Pan, you would have enjoyed it if you hadn’t fought back.”

Hot tears were stinging her eyelids as he pounded into her, her hips were paining as her legs were spread painfully to accommodate his body. The pain wasn’t abating as it had the first time she had had sex, it remained, spearing through her body every time he thrust into her. It was her fault he was doing this to her, she never should have come here tonight, she could have been home or out with friends.

She cried out loudly and it diminished to a sob as he lifted her hips off the bed and put all of his weight into his thrusts. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, searching for some sort of outlet for the pain. But then his body had left hers, his erection sliding out of her painfully.

Her legs snapped shut on impulse and she drew them up and away from him. Her groin was on fire, fire that was quickly spreading through the rest of her body. She felt the mattress shift and hoped he was finished with her. But before she could finish the thought the head of his erection bumped against her lips, slick with her own fluids. Then he straddled her chest, his weight crushing down on her.

But he didn’t force himself into her mouth, instead she felt his fingers against her waist, trailing lower. Her eyes snapped open and her gaze was filled with Trunks’ glaring red erection and his smiling face.

“Don’t touch me, don’t fucking touch me,” she said, but it was weak, her voice barely more than a whisper and clogged with emotion. But his hand easily parted her legs and his fingers prodded at her.

It was like fire, his fingers inside of her. She could feel them sliding against her folds, could feel the wetness he had elicited from her. But there was no pleasure as there should have been, every thrust of his fingers set off spark of pain that throbbed and seared.

“You’re so fucking tight, you know that?” Trunks said, pumping his erection with one fist. “Definitely the best I’ve ever had. Too bad you weren’t a bit more cooperative, we could have gone on all night. But you have to make everything difficult.”

His thumb grazed her clit and her body revolted again, this time arching with pleasure. It was a nauseating combination, the fire of the pain he had caused her and then the small twinge of pleasure. But Trunks didn’t seem to notice. He was stroking his erection, giving the head an extra squeeze with each passing.

“Get off me,” she gasped, the pressure of his weight on her chest was making her dizzy. Her thighs squeezed together as his fingers left her and she inhaled deeply when he slid off of her chest. Her throat was raw and her whole body was burning.

She was still focusing on breathing when Trunks grabbed her waist and flipped her over. She moved her face out of the pillow so she could continue to catch her breath, but ignored the caress of his hands over the curves of her back and then her ass.

“Trunks. . .please, just stop.” Her voice was weak but she didn’t care, maybe he’d stop if she begged, it would be worth it. He had ripped her dignity to shreds and she was in too much pain to care, she just wanted him to finish with her.

He lifted her hips, shoving his fingers into her once again. She let out a sob of pain as his fingers prodded at her, poking and thrusting roughly. The pain was overpowering, weakening her with each thrust of his digits inside of her. She buried her face in the pillow when he withdrew his fingers, her groin throbbing, the pain white hot. She closed her eyes as he lifted her hips again, thankful that taking her from behind meant she didn’t have to look at him.

But it was clear that that wasn’t his intention when his slick fingers prodded at her backside. With new found strength she pushed herself up and threw her weight back into Trunks. “You bastard, you fucking piece of shit ” she growled, reaching back and raking her nails across his face. He grunted in pain and she threw her shoulder back into his chest. “I won’t let you, Trunks, let me go This is over, I never want to see your fucking face again.”

Pan twisted her body to shove at him and the last thing she saw was the look of rage in his eyes before his fist slammed into the side of her face.

Stars exploded in front of her eyes once, then twice as she fell back, hitting her head against the wall. She slumped against it with a groan, her head swimming and her face throbbing. She barely felt Trunks grab her, push her back onto her stomach and lift her hips again. He slid inside of her again, stretching and burning, but it wasn’t new pain and it she barely felt it through the sting and throb in her cheek.

But then there was new pain seconds after he slid out of her. With a grunt he shifted and pressed himself against her anus, and with one hard thrust he entered her from behind. The yell that ripped itself from Pan’s throat turned it raw. The lubrication of her own fluids wasn’t enough and it was pain like she had never felt before.

This time her cries of pain didn’t stop until he had emptied himself inside of her with one final thrust. He jerked out of her roughly and she sobbed at the pain, burning pain that was so fierce she couldn’t move. And this time the tears overflowed, as hot as the pain that ripped through her body.

She turned her face into the pillow, ignoring the pain that pierced through her bruised and swelling eye. She could hear the rustle of his clothes as he dressed, thankful that it was finally over, thankful that he would never touch her again. Then is breathe was on her neck and she flinched away from him, burying her face more deeply into the pillow.

“Don’t have anything to say now, do you?” His laugh echoed in her ears, cold and empty, just like she felt.

She heard the door close and allowed the sobs to rack her body, crying into a pillow that smelled of him. And then the nausea burned in her stomach and up through her throat. She heaved, mustered enough strength to lift herself up, and vomited over the edge of the bed.

With a shudder, she fell back onto the mattress. The room spun violently, she choked back the next wave of nausea, and passed out.


Constructive criticism is welcome. I have never before written anything close to anal sex. As discussed breifly with ash_and_sorrow the word ass is just such... a not nice word. So that was avoided. Anus is not much better, but I seem to lack alternative vocabulary for the buttocks region.

Oh well, comment please!

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