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B&D NC OOC!	By : scarychicks Category: +S to Z > Trigun Views: 2838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: this is a sick twisted work of fiction and I do not own the rights to any of the characters (despite how out of character they are behaving) and only a depraved and disturbed person should read this. Enjoy. J
�Where in the world could Milly be?� Meryl wondered for the hundredth time as she sat at her little portable typewriter in the hotel room. When her effervescent coworker had approached her an hour ago about meeting Vash the Stampede and that unusual priest for breakfast, she had turned down the invitation without a thought. She had a report to finish. But now, as her stomach was growling and her eyes starting to hurt from staring at the page for so long, she wished just a little that she had accompanied them. She couldn�t type her true feelings about their assignment�she no longer believed Vash was a threat to anyone but she would never report something like that and risk being taken off the assignment. She enjoyed field work in general, and lately she had been surprised to find herself almost liking the notorious outlaw. Well, to be honest, she really liked him. But she couldn�t admit that to anyone, couldn�t admit it to herself, especially not out loud.

The knock on the door jolted her out of her reverie and she muttered, �Finally�� under her breath, preparing to deliver a mini-lecture to Milly as she swung open the door and saw��the priest.

He was leaning against the frame and gave her a sardonic grin as he took off his favorite accessory, dark shades, and said, �You were expecting�maybe someone else?�

�Mr. Wolfwood,� Meryl said firmly, �yes, in fact I was hoping Milly had returned to help me with my report.� She indicated the typewriter on the small desk.

Pushing past her into the room, Wolfwood threw the cross punisher on the bed with a suddenness that startled the small insurance girl. He kicked the door shut with his heel and wandered over to the window facing the street.

�Excuse me, Mr. Wolfwood, but you can�t just come barging in here. I�m working!� Meryl was furious. She felt a growing sense of alarm she couldn�t explain at this unexpected visitor in her sleeping quarters. True, she wasn�t sleeping at the moment, but that was besides the point. He was little more than a stranger and she didn�t trust him. She ignored his presence at the window and re-opened the door. �I think you should leave.�

Wolfwood gazed out the window as if in thought, and then said, without turning towards her, �I don�t care what you think I should do.�

Meryl couldn�t believe her ears. �What?!� She quickly crossed the room and confronted him, grabbing his arm and making him turn around to face her. She felt a little pause at the strength she gripped beneath his dark sleeve, and quickly dropped her hand. Damn, she hated being so short. She had to look forty degrees up to face him. Then she saw a cold look in his eyes and let out an involuntary gasp. The priest looked like a different person, surely not the same man who had been wrestling with the neighborhood children just yesterday.

�You heard me,� he said calmly, now looking straight at her. �I�m going to do whatever I want. I think you�re too used to bossing everyone around�me, the big girl, Needle Noggin. I think it�s time someone bossed you around a little bit.�

�Oh, and you�re just the person to do it?� Meryl taunted, not yet recognizing his intention in her naïveté.

Wolfwood didn�t answer, but instead turned back towards the window, and in one quick and sudden movement pulled the shade down.

This sent warning bells through Meryl�s brain, although she still could not allow herself to consider that she was in any sort of danger from him. Yet instinct overrode logic and she stepped away, about to flee, and saw the priest�s strong hand dart out to catch her wrist.

�Oh no,� he said softly. �You are not going anywhere.�

�Mr. Wolfwood,� she hated the pleading tone she heard in her voice. How did this situation get so bad so quickly? Still not aware exactly what had happened and what his intentions were, Meryl knew she needed to diffuse the tension as quickly as possible. She had no idea how she had gotten into this predicament. �Please let me go. I�m sorry if you feel like I�ve been difficult--you are right I don�t have any reason to boss you around. I promise it won�t��

�Shut up,� Wolfwood said quietly, in that same even tone he had been speaking in. And Meryl stopped talking, the first real fear seeping into her chest. �Don�t move,� he said, and let go of her wrist, and the black-haired girl waited a fraction of an instant before dashing towards the open door.

The priest was faster than her, bigger, and much, much stronger. He was on her in a flash, and pulled both her arms together behind her back, twisted and up in a painful hold that made her cry out. Tugging her behind him, he completed the trip to the door, shut it, and locked it with the deadbolt from the inside.

�Try that again, small girl, and you�ll really make me mad,� he said, with a grin.

Furious, Meryl yelled, �What do you think you are doing?! Let go of me!� and then realizing with harsh certainty that he intended to keep her prisoner, in here, with him, she shouted, �Help! Help me!� flailing and fighting back with everything she had, ignoring the sharp pang in her upper arms.

Wolfwood looked at her with amusement. �Yell all you want sweetheart, I told the clerk we were kinky honeymooners.�

Meryl looked at him in disbelief. Had he actually just called her �sweetheart�? What was his problem? She did not even register the second part of his sentence for a beat, then stopped struggling. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for her coat, her Derringers. Her daddy had told her small women needed to learn to shoot, and she had never understood his lesson so well as at this moment. A gun would level the playing field substantially. Well, to be honest she didn�t think she could outshoot the gunman, but she might be able to make him think twice about this attack on her.

While she was looking around in a panic, she did not notice the handkerchief Wolfwood had pulled out of his pocket. She did however, notice when he started undoing the buckle on his pants. For some reason, rape had not entered her head as a possibility until she saw his large hand casually flip open the clasp and tug the leather belt through the loops. He held her pinned, arms behind her one handed, and when she began fighting again, he pushed her against the wall, forcing her motionless with his muscular frame. She renewed her screams, �I�m being attacked! Help! Fire!� but Wolfwood stuffed the handkerchief in her mouth, muffling the sounds, then he quickly secured his belt around her head, effectively gagging her.

He spun her around to face him. �Sorry sweetheart, but since you won�t shut up�� he smiled at her again, chilling her bones. She tried to speak, but nothing coherent came out. He taunted her briefly, �Oh yes? Good. I�m glad it�s comfortable.�

Meryl was in a panic. Where the hell were Vash and Milly? Hadn�t they all gone to eat together? Surely they could be back at any moment and would rescue her from this nightmare. She shut her eyes tightly, thinking perhaps it really was a nightmare, but when she opened them, Wolfwood was still there, looking at her with a smirk.

�Trying to wake up?� He had read her mind. �Sorry, but I�m flattered that you might have dreams like this about me,� he laughed. He led her over to the chair by the typewriter and turned it to face away from the window.

�You are going to sit here, and you are going to look at me. If you look anywhere else, if you try to escape, I�ll break more than your trigger finger. Got it?�

Meryl was too scared to respond.

�Got it?� he repeated in a threatening tone. �Nod once for yes.�

Meryl nodded.

�Great.� He walked over to the bed where the punisher lay. He looked back at her to check that her eyes were not straying, and was satisfied at her compliance. �So sweetheart, you probably have a lot of questions,� he said, as he lifted the huge cross off the bed. �Like, where is your pretty friend? Where is Needle Noggin?�

As he spoke he flipped the buckle casually on the right arm of the cross, and the white sheet covering it fluttered to the ground. �Well, it seems that they wanted to spend some time alone�you know how it is with kids these days�and�� he paused to pick up the buckles from where they lay on the floor after popping off the punisher. As he bent, he maintained eye contact with Meryl, dashing any hope she had of catching him off guard.

�Shit,� he laughed, �I guess I�ll just tell you the truth, Meryl,� and the poor girl thought wonderingly, �I don�t think he�s ever called me by my name before.�

�My name isn�t just Wolfwood. It�s also Chapel,� he squinted at her to see if she was listening. She nodded, her dark hair falling across her face. �Chapel is my Gung Ho Guns name.� Meryl�s eyes widened in shock.

�Yeah, yeah, I know, sorry about that. But before I kill your good buddy Needle Noggin I figured I�d let him have a little fun. So he�s off with your friend the big girl----the annual Carcasses Dessert Cook Off is today and I sent them there for all the donuts and vanilla pudding they could eat.� Milly stifled the urge to moan. They wouldn�t be back for hours.

Chapel walked over to Meryl and said, �Want a blindfold?� She seriously was contemplating it when he winked at her and said, �OK, then, come on,� and pulled her up from the chair.

�And believe it or not, sweetheart,� he continued as he brought her over to where the Punisher lay on the bed, �I wanted you to have a little fun today too.� His mouth twitched a little in a strange smile. �You�re always so uptight, I thought I might be able to, you know, loosen you up a bit.� His voice was not menacing, but the meaning was clear.

Oh god, realized Meryl, as he pushed her firmly onto the bed, he�s going to rape me.

Sensing her thoughts again, Chapel said, �This isn�t going to be what you think. You are going to enjoy yourself--despite yourself.� He lay on top of her and she went into shock for a moment, then realized he was only holding her down with his weight as his hands used the buckles from the Punisher to secure her to the arms of the cross. �I promise,� he whispered in her ear, as he looped a belt around her neck, tying her head back, and then another around her waist before he got off her, tugging it tight.

Meryl was tied in a blasphemous position, gagged and helpless, and had no energy to even fight back. She looked warily at the priest, assassin, captor, whatever he was, unable to think or process what was happening. Panic had receded into a dull acceptance and she braced herself mentally for whatever was to follow.

Leaving her on the bed, bound and complacent, Chapel walked across the room and shrugged off his jacket. Taking out a cigarette, he lit up, smiling as the smoke entered his lungs and looking through the gray haze at the vulnerable woman on the bed. He twisted the chair around and pulled it to the bed, straddling it backwards and smoking over Meryl�s prone body. He looked her up and down, without shame or self-consciousness, taking in every curve beneath her clothes and the dull look in her eyes as she lay, a prisoner at his mercy.

For what seemed like an eternity he smoked, Meryl registering the inhales and exhales of his lungs in a rhythm that numbed her mind to everything else. She looked only at his lips pulling on the filter, his nostrils flaring out, the pungent smoke pooling in the air over her face as she shut her thoughts off. Inhale��.. Exhale��.. Smoke��..Inhale��. Exhale��.. Smoke.

Finally, her captor dropped the expired butt to the floor and crushed it studiously with his boot. Looking up again at her, he said, �It�s ok, I told you are going to like this. But I think it would be easier for you, at least at first, if I do this�� and he reached over and pulled gently on her necktie. Instinct and nothing more made her arch against his hands, twisting as best she could as he tugged it loose from her collar. Before she understood his intentions, he tilted the chair to lean against the side of the bed, raising the front legs off the floor, and, still seated, wrapped the makeshift blindfold over her eyes. He doubled it around twice, so all light was eliminated from her vision, and then knotted it on the side of her head, leaving the end hanging by her ear, tickling her in an annoying sensation that was the least of her worries.

She heard the scrape of the chair as he pushed back and stood up, then silence for what seemed like forever. Then she felt rough and experienced fingers at her stomach, as he unbuttoned her blouse from the bottom up, freeing it from the waistband of her pants and moving ever upward in a sure and steady progression. At the second button from the top, she tensed more than she had ever believed possible, and the hands stopped their ascent.

Her relief was cut short as she felt his lips against her belly. This man, this stranger who she would have not long ago called a friend, was tasting her, moving in unpredictable directions around her flesh, placing soft and light kisses on the one he held so violently captive. His kisses grew in intensity until finally she felt his hands on either side of her hips and he licked a long expanse of skin from her navel up the center of her chest. Still she didn�t feel his weight on the bed and was clueless as to what awaited her as his lips closed on the bony area between her breasts, which were still covered by the protection of two buttons and a scrap of cloth. His lips stayed there for an impossible period until Meryl involuntarily shifted against them. Then suddenly they were on her neck, nipping and kissing in lazy rhythm. Distracted and confused by the sensations coursing through her, she was only dimly aware that his hands had moved under the cloth barrier and had begun massaging her small breasts.

She moaned, whether in resignation or grief she would not have been able to say, and as if this was a signal, her shirt was violently ripped open, the remaining buttons popping and falling in sequential bounces on the hard floor. Meryl�s senses quickly sharpened and she once again tried to struggle against the bindings of the cross, but was scarcely able to move an inch from her unholy position. However, in snapping out of her dazed state, she realized her legs were free, and she began to kick vehemently, disappointed that she struck nothing but air.

A soft chuckle was her reward for this show of spirit, and if Meryl could have removed her blindfold, she would have seen Chapel standing at the head of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his own shirt.

She understood soon enough, as after he removed it, he tossed it carelessly on her face. She breathed in the unmistakable male scent on the material and realized her ordeal was just beginning.

Before she could react, she felt his naked chest press down on her exposed breasts and the heat of his body on hers. She tried to say �I hate you� through the handkerchief stuffed in her mouth, but only a feeble mumble came out. The feel of his muscles against her nude skin was all emphasis on the message she had come to accept: he was in control, he was more powerful, and she could not resist--whatever he intended to do. Turning her head to the side in disgust, she squeezed her eyes shut underneath the blindfold and tried to think of something else, anything else.

Keeping her from kicking with his weight, pinning her legs with his own, his hand forcefully turned her face back towards him. He placed a kiss on the side of her mouth. She tasted his last cigarette through the thin material stifling her protestations. She responded by spitting at him through the gag, forgetting for a moment that it would be futile. But the resulting noise was sufficiently horrible, so she did it again in hopes of dampening his libido, if nothing else, with the sound.

�Meryl,� he said, and once again she was disconcerted by the use of her name and by the tenderness in his voice. It frightened her more than a threat.

Chapel moved away from her lips and began trailing kisses over her face, biting her earlobes and pulling on them with his teeth. Throughout his oral assault, his chest remained in constant contact with her breasts, and as he moved, his sun-toughened skin rubbed against her nipples, making them hard in irritation. She prayed he wouldn�t notice, but of course his ministrations had been deliberate. No sooner had she registered her own body�s response than his mouth left her collarbone and latched on to her left breast. His left hand moved up and over her right shoulder, rubbing the knotted muscle as his mouth sucked and licked her nipple, relaxing her for a fraction of an instant before the horror of the situation took away any possible pleasure from the sensation.

The corrupt priest kneaded her shoulder relentlessly as his tongue maintained its ceaseless torment of her breast. He returned to her stomach briefly for a moment, then up to lick the salty sweat from her neck before beginning a new conquest of her other breast. This time, his hand flicked and teased the erect nipple he had so recently lathed while he more roughly bit and pulled at her right breast.

After several minutes, Meryl felt she could no longer endure this torture and began to strain and jerk against his mouth. Chapel did not misinterpret her energies, but also did not allow them to deter him from his mouth�s attention to her flesh.

�I understand,� he said in a deadly whisper to Meryl. ��you don�t think you want me�but forget about that� think about this�how it feels�� he sucked hard on her nipples between heavy breaths �give in to it�� His hands traveled all over her exposed flesh as his mouth sought her most sensitive areas and played with them, over and over, repeatedly causing shock waves to penetrate Meryl�s attempts to disengage from the experience.

Meryl signed inaudibly and wished desperately for someone to come, anyone to save her. Suddenly, she thought of a solution. She could make herself pass out if she held her breath long enough�then she would not have to withstand this physical assault of her senses, her body, which threatened to overpower her. With firm resolve, she took a deep breath and held it, hoping for oblivion, but forgetting with her shirt off that her objective would be easy for Chapel to read.

His rough lips abruptly left her body and he arose from the bed. His hand pushed hard against her stomach, and Meryl gasped into the gag. �You are something, sweetheart, but I�m not into anything as twisted as fucking dead weight,� he said cruelly.

There it is, Meryl thought, he said it. He�s going to rape me. This was just the start. Maybe I should have just let him abuse my breasts and we would have been discovered --I would have been rescued--before anything else would have happened.

As if in confirmation of her thought, Chapel�s fingers were again at her waist, this time letting some play out in the buckle holding her tight against the cross, allowing him the chance to unsnap and unzip her pants. He moved the punisher, and Meryl with it, towards the end of the bed. He tightened the binding again before lifting her hips, hooking his thumbs in her panties and bringing them off together with her pants in one quick motion that her struggling legs were unable to halt or slow.

Completely naked now and feeling a new brand of terror, Meryl could no longer fight. She lay completely still, legs locked together and trying not to cry. She wasn�t a virgin, but she was rather inexperienced. She knew enough to know this wasn�t going to be pleasant. Her whole body felt like a coiled spring, painful in its tension, and she was cold. Very cold.

Seemingly uncaring as to his helpless victim�s anguish, Chapel found another cigarette and paced the room, breathing in the blackness and periodically regarding the small girl he planned to violate. He couldn�t pretend he hadn�t plotted this. Ever since that first day they met, he thought she would be his, and her fiery attitude and strong personality had only made him more eager to dominate her.

He walked over to the bed and slid the Punisher so the right arm of it hung over the edge. Pushing a button, the guns fell out in mechanical discipline towards the floor. Meryl held her breath again as she recognized the sound. Oh god, was he going to kill her? What new horror was he going to subject her to?

Chapel, kneeling down, selected one of the .45s and pushed the rest back into the compartment, sliding Meryl and her mock crucifix back towards the center of the bed. He slid out the clip and checked the chamber. Empty. He always kept one empty, just in case. Of course to the prone captive on the bed, it sounded just like a clip being slapped in and a round being chambered. He puffed on his cigarette as he contemplated the terrified woman tied to his cross. He wanted to say something to reassure her�he realized she probably thought he was going to shoot her, but he also believed fear intensified pleasure. That was something Knives had taught him well. He would enjoy teaching her the same lesson.

Standing up, he looked appreciatively at the insurance girl�s compact body. She was beautiful. Her skin so pale and even, so unlike his own rough, tanned complexion, a result from years in the desert suns and wind. He wanted her badly, his erection throbbing insistently in his pants, but he ignored his own need and pulled the punisher upright.

Meryl was disbelieving when she felt the cross stand up. The belt restraints cut painfully into her wrists as she hung, her feet barely touching the ground. Chapel pushed the Punisher over to the wall and leaned it slightly up against the corner.

Not letting her get used to the new position, Chapel gripped her flailing feet, brought them together behind the center support, and tied them there with another of the Punisher�s buckles. Now she was open literally, her sex exposed to her tormentor, her knees spread apart.

Instead of the organic contact she had braced herself for, the next sensation she felt was cold steel against her vulnerable opening. The metal sight from the gun was a teasing pressure on her clit, and Meryl�s mind couldn�t process the fact that he was using a weapon on her in this sexual fashion. Her thoughts wouldn�t allow her to think past the feel of the hardness gently pushing against her. He didn�t penetrate her with it, only used it to stimulate her, deliberately drawing out her clit with the angled nub at the end of muzzle.

As the gun tortured her, Chapel ran his other hand along the length of her body, massaging her screaming muscles with such strength that she found herself sagging in her bondage against his manipulations, as the area between her legs began to feel strange and an urgency unrelated to her situation announced itself.

The steel of the .45 had warmed to her skin and Chapel�s skilled hand began to move its length along her slit, pausing each time the barrel approached her zenith, yet traveling faster and faster. Every nerve in Meryl�s body cried out in unison as her mind called out a protest. She felt like every feeling she had was centered in this primitive core, and slowly, despite herself, as Chapel had promised, she began to forget the circumstances of her arousal.

Her sex betrayed her, and her juices leaked out onto the gray steel of the gun as her excitement increased. She no longer felt her arms tied or her mouth silenced, she only knew a dire need that ruled all her senses. As the Colt brought her closer to climax, she moaned and threw her head back, only then realizing her captor had removed the buckle holding her gag in place. In her abandon she had been completely unaware of any action other than his manipulation of her desire.

Spitting out the handkerchief, she moaned again, crying in soft ragged breaths, hating him but unable to ask him to stop.

Chapel did not gloat in his victory over her body, but dropped to his knees in front of her, letting the gun fall to the floor.

�NO�� she cried involuntarily at the sudden absence of its pressure, but before she had an opportunity to be horrified at her own reaction, his lips were on her. He licked at her opening, then slid two fingers inside her body. She arched against him, taking them deeper, bewildered at the primal treachery of her need. His tongue danced on her clit until she screamed. Her cry was a mixture of desire and despair, as she realized she had passed the point of no return--he owned her completely through no conscious fault of her own. And this possession was more absolute than his earlier domination of her, as now she was participating in her own violation.

He thrust his fingers in hard, then always withdrew slowly, leaving her anticipating each penetration, wanting it harder, deeper, and finally it did hurt and she cried out at the violence of his invasion. He stood, his tongue apologizing on her breasts, her neck, and then her lips.

Oh god help me, Meryl thought as his tongue probed her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips, tasted his raw power and desire as strong as her own. His hands framed her face as he gently pulled her lips with his teeth and covered her mouth repeatedly with his. Meryl returned his kisses with an intensity that scared and shocked her, feeling as if she was having an out of body experience. She was helpless in his hands. He had proven his total control over her and she was ready to submit.

Suddenly his lips left her face and did not reappear on her skin. Meryl cried out in loss and wanting. Her sex still burned, unsated by his recent attention. Chapel had quickly rid himself of his remaining clothing and now stood naked before her, his erection begging for release. But recognizing his prisoner�s need, the priest returned to his position of worship at her feet and tongued her again. Her juices flowed freely, wetting his unshaven face and, plunging his fingers into her once more, he continued his inexorable attack on her senses.

Meryl writhed in pleasure, her pelvis thrusting harder and harder into his face, giving in absolutely to the sensations that overwhelmed her. When she thought she was going to die from the constant pleasure and lack of release, she felt his wet finger leave her sex empty and push firmly against her ass. Crying out in complete dismay and desire, she tried to open wider for him and he pushed his finger into her tiny hole. He waited for her to relax and then pushed in further. She lifted her hips and said just one word. �Please��

Chapel smiled up at the blindfolded woman and obliged, adding a second finger to the first and beginning a fresh offensive on her tight opening. Spasms of gratification racked her small frame as all conscious thought ceased and her world was reduced to the awareness of only two things--his tongue on her and his fingers inside her. As she approached orgasm, his tongue pulled her clit roughly as his fingers lost their gentleness and pounded inside her without mercy. Her entire body jerked and thrashed helplessly against him as the waves of bliss claimed her and washed over her time and time again.

As she descended from the heights he had taken her, he stood and took off the covering from her eyes. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the light, and she felt dazed from the intensity of her orgasm.

Chapel was standing in front of her, a smile playing on his lips but no smug comment seemed forthcoming. Meryl looked pointedly at his crotch and then said, �Are you going to untie me for that?�

He looked surprised at the question, and answered, �I didn�t really think you�d want me to��

Thinking it over, Meryl said, �OK, don�t.�
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