Little Lamb

by babyduck (ao3)

You grunt as you peel off your high heels, wincing at the feeling of the cool air on the blisters they've given you. So much for enjoying your first night out in a new town. Your phone had ran out of battery hours ago and with no way to call for an uber you were forced to walk home aimlessly.

The area you're in now is completely unfamiliar and frankly, spooky. Several buildings and warehouses litter the field but regardless it feels empty, devoid of people and animals alike.

You sigh as you place your shoes under your arm and get back to walking. If you walk far enough you're sure to run into some kind of human life-

"Excuse me-"

You squeal, dropping all your belongings in fright as you turn around to see two men both with purple hair and varying heights standing right behind you. You hadn't heard a noise. Their appearance truly scaring the daylights out of you.

"I'm sor-"

"What might you be doing here?" The taller man asks, a smile glued to his face. "This is Bonten's headquarters. You're trespassing."

"I'm sorry." You mumble. "I got lost- I'm new to the area."

"Aww." They exchange coos rich in mock endearment.

"The little lamb strayed from her herd."

"And wandered into the den of wolves."

Your blood runs cold. You really didn't plan enough time to run into weirdos tonight. Actually you didn't plan for any of this. "I'm really sorry for trespassing but I really have to go-"

You start to move past them but your wrist is snatched by the smaller man. "Sorry. Not going to happen. You need to be approved to leave by our boss first."

"But-"

"What's your name?" The taller one suddenly asks taking you by surprise as he takes your chin in his hand to examine your shy face.

"_- _____."

"Pretty." He mutters. Your heart skips a beat. Despite the creepiness he is pretty handsome... "I'm Ran, and my brother is Rindou. Let us introduce you to Mikey."

- -

Left. Right. Right. Left. Down three sets of stairs and fuck- you've already lost track.You had tried in vain to commit the way in and out of the large building to memory. The hallways crossing and turning, the deeper you venture the darker it becomes. It's an industrial maze ripped from a horror movie but yet somehow the men escorting you know exactly where to go.

There are no more windows left by the time you reach what you can only assume is the lowest floor. No moonlight. Just unnatural light coming from fluorescent lamps dangling from the ceiling casting an eery blue hue over everything it touches.

It quickly becomes obvious you're being taken to a basement room deep in the building. They just want to ask you a few questions, right? Why couldn't they ask you in one of the many rooms back upstairs?

Each step is a thousand times more nerve-wracking than the last. Your body begging you to escape from the clutches of the building. Even without the expensive men shepherding you to the slaughter, a building like this was no place for a single young female to be.

Thick pipes decorating the dirty grey brick walls clunk and the walls creak. Metal scrapes against metal in a way that scratches uncomfortably deep inside your ear. It's a wonder how the decrepit building is able to stand over a basement with such an odd structure underneath.

"Almost there my dear." The elder brother murmurs, sensing your apprehension. It's as if he is conscious of your blood pumping through your veins. As if he can feel your fear just by walking beside you. "Just through this door."

The room you're led into is icy cold, almost like the air conditioner in the corner of the room is stuck on the highest level. It's comparable to an ice rink, or maybe a walk in freezer; An icy cold that bites at your fingertips and turns your plump lips blue.

You huddle in on yourself in an attempt to conserve your body heat, hands slipping deeper inside your jacket to keep them from turning into ice cubes. The men seem unaffected. Their expensive three piece suits and leather gloves protecting them from the frost.

Teeth shatter and bare legs clack together in a subconscious attempt to stay warm, a natural instinct to keep you alive- to keep your blood pumping. If only you'd had the instinct to run when you'd had the chance.

Slowly you draw your wide anxious eyes up to the new men situated directly in front of you.

A man with long pink hair, another with silver. Both dressed in similar suits to the Haitanis. Dolce Gabbana, Hugo Boss? Who knows. They stand off to the side lazily, scrutinizing your pathetic appearance, not even attempting to hide the expression of disdain that decorates their handsome faces. They stay poised behind the last man, resting in a makeshift throne before you.

Silver hair in a 90s style knife cut dressed in a matching baggy shirt and pants combination; A real contrast to the expensive tailored suits of the men that surround him. One knee raised while his other dangles off the throne like chair he sits on, he looks straight through you with his dark black eyes.

And doesn't say a word.

"_____, this is Mikey." Ran begins with a tap to your shoulder, gesturing to the man. "He's our boss."

"-And the best fighter in Japan." Rindou adds, unreasonably excited to be the one to tell you.

Ran clicks his teeth and presses his knuckles into your flesh in a half-hearted threat. "Come on dear, say hello."

You stutter out a whisper of a hello, your voice cracking from disuse in the cold temperature of the room.

Seemingly unable to greet him promptly enough, from across the room the pink haired man leaps towards you with a loud animalistic growl, a gun pulled from who knows where now knocking against your temple. Hot minty breath fans over your face as crazed beady pupils examine your frightened face with a frenzied vigour.

Your breath is caught in your throat along with your words. You don't know what to do or say. You've never been in a situation like this. Is this how you die? At the hand of a cotton candy freak?

"How dare you disrespect the king, huh?" He mutters slurring every second word tumbling from his pink lips. He clicks the safety switch off. "Apologize now or have your brains splattered against the wall."

"I-I-I don't-" He smacks it harder against your forehead and you flinch, dropping your head in a bow, cowering away. "I'm sorry!? I'm sorry! I'm- I'm-"

"-You think that's good enough? Huh? Do you?" His fingers run through your hair and yanks a chunk so your neck is presented towards him. Your quickly pulsing carotid artery millimetres away from his sharp canines. "You disgusting, dirty ra-"

"Sanzu." The man's boss utters his first word causing him to instantly to freeze. Eyes zoned in on your trembling lips, his eyelid twitches. "Enough. Put it away."

At Mikey's demand you're immediately released and dropped back against Ran. Never in your life had you seen a real gun, let alone had one poised to shoot you. Your limbs feel so heavy, if you weren't being held up you'd fall straight to the ground.

You try not to wonder how many of the other men are armed.

You breathe in an out, puncturing the air with breathy sobs. It's a miracle you're not in the throws of a full blown panic attack yet. Fear is really a funny thing.

Ran wraps his long gangly arms around your waist and tucks you into his chest. "We found this sweet little lamb wandering around the D unit." He notes, two fingers pinching your cheek affectionately, like he's a relative you haven't met in years. "She really doesn't seem like the rat type.."

"She's a real cutie... But I suppose you never really know." Rindou adds on, dumping your long forgotten handbag at your feet.

"Kokonoi." Mikey calls, poking the bag with the tip of his foot. "Search it."

The silver haired man you assume is Kokonoi, a tall, handsome man dressed in red crouches before him and tips your bag upside down, scattering your prized possessions over the floor. Makeup, your phone, a cute pink purse and random essentials you forgot were even still inside all tumble out. It's almost embarrassing seeing the contents of your messy bag being examined, each item being surveyed.

At least after the bag inspection and a few questions you'll never have to see these creepy men again. You know you have nothing to hide. Once they see that they're sure to let you go.

A knife glints in the dim blue light as it slides out from under his long sleeved coat and moves to slice the lining of your precious handbag open before you can even comprehend what's happening. If you weren't so deathly afraid you might have protested the destruction of your perfectly good bag.

Kokonoi hums as his long slender fingers search through what's left of the material, tugging on some lacy material barely obscured under the pile of your belongings. His face curled up in a look of uncontrollable interest.

Ah. Your spare panties.

His little pink tongue sticks out as he draws the offensive item into the view of all the men in the room, boasting the apprehension of the scandalous baby pink material.

Your cheeks feel so hot they almost burn. The chill of the air barely keeping your temperature low enough from keeping your head from exploding in embarrassment. You can't tear your eyes away from your emergency pair of panties being twirled around in front of you. And neither can the other members standing around the room.

"Planning on going on a date?" He teases with a presumptuous smirk, eyes flickering to your reddening cheeks before taking their time trailing down your body.

"N-no I-" Your mouth feels too dry to speak as you swallow and hiccup. "They're incase of emergencies!"

"What? Like an emergency fuck?" Rindou snickers, elbowing you lightly.

"No! Just..." Actually, you don't need to justify the concept of emergency underwear. Not to a group of no good men.

Kokonoi continues shuffling through your items, opening each tube and tub of makeup and dumping every card and receipt until he eventually pulls out a small black spray bottle.

"Capsicum spray."

Fuck. You wish you had remembered you had it on you before you were lead into the basement.

"And she didn't use it against those two?" Sanzu sneers, leaning over to pluck it out of Kokonoi's grip. "I don't know if she's stupid or just plain dumb."

"Hey, we are very respectable men." Ran says, a grin permanently etched on his face despite the insult, just oozing cocky confidence. "At least we didn't pull a gun on the poor girl before she could get a word out. Talk about stupid."

Sanzu spits at his feet, inching closer, his hand itching to reach towards the gun tucked back into his pants. "Cock sucker, I'll slit your throat where you stand- Then we can talk."

"Oh I'm the cock sucker? That's not what-"

"Enough." Mikey's simple utterance is enough to bring a harrowing silence to the entire room. It sounds as if even the pipes have stopped creaking as to appease his demand.

With barely a sigh he stands for the first time since you've met.

He's shorter than the others but still towerers over you- in both stature and power. The aura around him threatening and suffocating. You aren't sure what he's capable of, but you can taste his intensity in each quick breath you take.

He raises his hand and for a brief second you're afraid he'll slap you. Instead he places his surprisingly soft hand against your cheek as if to assure all your attention is on him.

"You brought a weapon to our base." He tilts your face up towards him with a finger, examining your teary eyes with a somehow deadpan interest. "I'm sorry but we can't let you go until I'm assured you weren't snooping around with the intent to find something."

"B-But I don't know- I don't know who you people are!" You squeak, blinking furiously to will your frightened tears away. "I am just lost! Please."

He brushes your hair out of your eyes and tucks it behind your ear, leaning in close to whisper. "Let us make sure." His lips brush over the cusp of ear, his tone hair raising. "And we'll let you go..."

"But _____, If I find out you're lying... And you are hiding something..." His fingers tip toe down your cheek, to your chin, to your throat, before his palm rests against your soft skin. It fits like a puzzle piece, like his hand belongs around your neck. Like a master's collar belongs around its lowly dog's neck.

"If I find out you're lying," He repeats, whispering directly into your ear. "I'll tie you to my bed, force your cunt open rape you unconscious myself."

What?

Perhaps if Ran wasn't still holding you, you would've retreated into the corner and cowered away in a mortified heap like a frightened wild animal. Truly, you are just a lamb to the slaughter.

"I'm-" You try to speak but you're overcome with sobs as Mikey retreats back to his seat. "I just want to go home. Please. I promise I won't tell anyone. I'll give you all I have- Please."

Ran coos, guiding you into a tight hug against his chest with a press of a kiss to the crown of your head. "How precious." You let him hold you while you cry.

Mikey smacks his hand against his thigh and let's out a final command.

"Search her."

Rindou immediately pulls down the sleeves of your jacket regardless of your worming away from him. It doesn't matter to him really, you're moving closer to Ran who is more or less an extension of himself.

"Aww, sweet little lamb," Ran hums, pressing a thumb to your plump lower lip, swollen from your teeth digging into it. "Come on now. We have to undress you."

Your blood runs cold. The freezing breeze of the room assimilating with your body in the worst way possible.

"No!" You yank yourself away from both offending men, ripping your body from his hold. "No! No way! No!"

There's no way could you let this happen. Nope. No way. Not going to happen. No.

"Little lamb, come back to me." Ran reaches out a hand and you see it as nothing more than an olive branch attached to a demon. "If you're a good little girl Daddy promises he'll be gentle."

You feel sick, your stomach feels full. Your breakfast, lunch and dinner lurching around inside. Your heart is beating so fast it might fly out of your chest to escape the predicament itself.

"No- no no no no." You clamour, stumbling backwards. "No- please no!"

"If Sanzu catches you you're in trouble~" Rindou taunts, waggling a finger. "We're a lot nicer than him, yknow."

"Come on, dear. We can protect you from the big scary Sanzu~"

"I don't want- I don't want any of you near me please!" You cry, finally turning in your first attempt to run...

Straight into the broad chest of another man.

With almost no effort and a pained shriek from you he catches your wrist in one hand and yanks you back towards the Haitani's. An action sure to leave bruises.

"Stupid girl." He grumbles through the cigarette dangling between his lips. He doesn't look upset though, a small grin gracing his features.

Ran captures you in his dangly arms, his slender build deceitful to how strong he truly is. "Now dear," He murmurs, wrenching your coat from your shoulders. "Do you want us to undress you or are you going to be a big girl?"

"Please don-" A finger placed against your lips silences you, reminding you your outcries are useless.

"Ah, I suppose it should've been clear from the start."

Within seconds your clothes are wrestled from your dumbfounded body. Barely a choked groan leaves your throat as your already skimpy clothes are ripped and cut from your body. You squirm but your efforts are fruitless as the protective materials are jerked from your body.

Rindou's finger slides under the strap of your underwear and pings it against your skin. "Cute panties."

But they too soon meet the pile of fabric on the floor and you're left as bare as the day you were born. Only your arms covering your breasts and legs inverted and bent so what's inbetween stays hidden. Like a lamb being shorn before it's taken to the abattoir.

The cold from before increases tenfold and despite your heated humiliation the icy wind hurts. Your hot tears the only reprise from it's painful freeze.

Your thighs clamp together, squeezed tighter than ever before. Muscles threaten to snap and break. You can't let go.

"Cute little lamb."

Your eyes stay focused on the shiny leather boots of the man infront of you. Freshly polished, you note.

"So pretty."

"Wh-Why are you doing this?" You whisper through cracked bruising lips, unable to raise your tone. Unable to stand your ground.

"It's just a simple cavity search my dear. We have to make sure you're not going to hurt anyone."

Cavity search? What? What is that? They're not really going to touch you are they?

"I won't. I promise!" You're going to throw up. They've seen everything you have. What more could they search?

Ran's hand rests on your hip in the most faux comforting way possible. He ignores the way you jolt in response. "Oh I know you won't sweetie. Just have to make sure there's no contraband on your body."

"Please. You've seen everything..." You can't find it in yourself to glance up, if you meet his eyes you think you might just die.

You're ignored. Of course. Clearly responses to your senseless pleads are seen as no longer needed. They'd violate you regardless of whether you understood the implications.

A rustle is heard and your eyes snap to Rindou and Sanzu tugging shiny material from a little blue box. Black gloves.

Black latex gloves.

They pass a pair to Ran who deliberately pulls them over his hands infront of your face. Slowly pulling back and fitting the material over his long fingers with loud squeaking noises. Your heart hammers so loudly in your ears. He's making a point to show you exactly what he's doing. It's a power move.

He pushes each finger into place individually so the latex fits perfectly before snapping it against his wrist with a loud and threatening crack.
"Bend over and touch your toes."

Goosebumps travel up over your cold skin at the demand. The urge to again attempt to run out of the compound bare butt naked becoming more and more enticing as the seconds tick by.

"Come on girl," Sanzu murmurs, slapping his own latex covered hand over your ass and pushing your head down with the other. You can't resist, your muscles falter at the firm press of your body into position. Terror has taken ahold of you in a vice like grip. Shoulders hunched over, an immense dizziness slithering through you.

You whimper, so cold, so afraid.

"Legs apart." He instructs, kicking your feet apart with his heavy leather shoe. "Touch your toes."

As if he senses another outburst, his fingers thread through your hair in a wordless warning. You drop your hands to the floor with a sob, stretching your arms to the ground; positioned like an animal, a sheep up for the prize of best in show.

Sanzu crouches behind you, spreading your plump cheeks apart. He whistles. You sob. His fingers dig into the flesh, opening you up for display.

Your pussy is presented for everyone in the room to view. It quivers and cries as if it too has a mind of its own, afraid of what's to come. It's too humiliating.

"It's so whimpy." Sanzu murmurs, brushing his fingers over your clit. "So small." His warm palm cups your entire pussy and your thighs clamp shut, locking him in place.

"No, N-No..." You snivel shaking your head back and forth. "No..."

He snickers and rubs his enclosed fingers over your clit as if he's drawing it out, encouraging it to swell. His breath is so hot against your freezing cold quim. It hurts.

Ran's fingers run through your hair to console you. In any other situation it would feel nice, relaxing. Comforting. Instead, it frightens you. His grip is one of control, his personality drips charismatic brutality.

"Look up at me," He instructs, inclining your chin towards him while almost pulling your neck out of it's socket. "You're so cute."

The compliment shocks you. It sounds almost sincere, truthful. Your lips part to question him and his mouth dives to meet yours.

He kisses you.

His soft lips mash against your own. Romantic, intense. For a moment you almost forget you're being molested by a group of strangers. His teeth nip at you slightly, teasingly and he pulls back.

But before you can consider mumbling out a questioning cry, a metal contraption is shoved inside your mouth and wrenched open.

It's a steel dental gag.

The coldness makes you wince and you whine as Ran cranks it open so your mouth sits wide open. Your tongue lolls out dripping in hot saliva. He catches the overflow with his thumb as it dribbles down your chin.

"She looks like a blow up sex doll!" Rindou exclaims, knocking shoulders with his brother as he scans your terrified face.

Ran laughs, pulling a small flashlight out of an inner pocket of his jacket. "Hold her head up for me will ya?"

Rindou's hand darts underneath your throat to hold your trembling head still while Ran uses his left hand as leverage against your cheek, clicking the mini flashlight on and shining it down your throat.

You blabber in fear, unintelligible words dying on your tongue. Snot drips and joins the never ending stream of fat sorrowful tears.

He hums as he examines your throat, watching your uvula quiver as you try and fail to swallow. He ignores the sounds that escape. Your eyes scrunch up and more tears fall. Ran just thinks they make you look cuter.

The light is clicked off and he unscrews the gag allowing you to unleash the blubbering you were momentarily forced to hold onto.

Despite the lack of a gag your cries still don't make any sense. You merely cry as a form of opposition now.

"Nothing in this hole." Ran announces, standing back up and brushing off his pants. "Aside from perhaps a cavity or two."

Your jaw aches. Though only inside for minutes, the tool in your mouth kept your mouth open at an uncomfortable angle for far too long.

Rindou releases his hold on your hair and your head flops down, completely distraught unable to accept the situation. It all feels hopeless.

Sanzu behind you is still carelessly rubbing your pussy. It's impossible to disregard but becomes more like a hum in the background. You can hear the men muttering, each with a distinct tone and cadance but they all blur into one irritating buzz. The black and blues of the room stir and your heart beats in your ears and eyes. The urge to vomit rises.

"Now," Ran purrs, wrapping a loose arm around you and guiding you to the floor. "Let's get you on the ground."

The meaning of his words don't digest until your floppy body is lazily guided into a crouching position over Rindou's lap. For a moment you're free, nobody touches you. All hands withdraw. Until you're brought back to reality with a light smack to your cheek.

Any reprieve you might have had by fainting is ripped away and you're forced to take in the sight of the men standing over you once again.

Your forearms are gripped tightly by Rindou and you're stuck in a weird crouch with your naked body presented to the room. Thighs spread obscenely, breasts round and plump with nipples painfully errect. Your back flush against Rindou's chest.

Mikey hasn't moved since he sat back down, his cold eyes so unreadable. If he was enjoying the display you couldn't tell- his body language allowing no indication.

Ran's palm lays on your tummy and you can't help but subconsciously buck towards its warmth. He slides his thumb back to console your ache.

Two fingers from his other hand rest against your pussy before spreading like a V, unearthing your twerpy clit for the room to see. Your stomach lurches and you whine.

"Don't be a baby _____, I'll fill you up soon." His fingers retract and he show you both his middle and forefingers side by side. "Try not to move too much."

His fingers breach your folds and you squeal pathetically. They slide in deep and face little resistance. The path slick and wet. Hot. They travel deeper until you've engulfed them to the base. He works methodically, like a professional. His long fingers fit too snugly, fingertips skim your cervix.

"She's so little." He affirms.

"No... Please." You cry but it's pitiful and weak like a dying animal. Every second breath is a heaving sob of protest. You're ignored as he continues his examination by curling his fingers upwards.

Ran rubs your insides like he's trying to pull something out of you, like he's searching for something. He spreads his digits apart and curls them, stretching your hole open. His hand is drenched by the time he pulls out, your natural fluid overworking in fear of penetration.

"Nothing to worry about here." He proclaims. "Unless there is something in her womb. I can book a procedure to take a look if you'd like Mikey."

There's a moment of silence before Mikey responds. "No. That's fine for now. Just finish up."

Rindou releases your wrists and you slump against him. He cradles you against his body. "You're pretty cute you know?" He nips your ear. You mumble in response, just glad to be able to relax your sore limbs.

"Okay let's get you on your tummy."

You want to scream. How is this humiliating torture not over yet?

You're manhandled until your body is pressed against the floor, your ass presented as a slab of meat for the whole world to see.

Sanzu crawls over you and pulls your cheeks apart for Ran, Rindou and Kokonoi to see between. Takeomi's huge calloused hand presses your head against the cold damp floor. Ash from his cigarette lands in front of you like little sprinkles of fairy dust.

Your face is right at Mikey's feet. His eyes don't leave yours for a second. His gaze so haunting you don't need to return his look to know his cold black eyes are staring right at your humiliated expression.

Your spine is pushed into a curve and raised further for the men between your legs to get a good look.

There's no way to tell who touches you first, just the mortifying dread leaping through your skin as you register what they plan to do next. Wetness slides between your cheeks and you can't decide if it's thick disgusting drool or something else. It doesn't matter. It's best not to think about it.

A gloved finger presses against your hole and you break into screams. You know it's futile but what else can you do. You're pinned down to the hard floor unable to move an inch like a butterfly nailed and framed. Your fingers twitch and scratch the surface floor. You shriek.

It slides in surprisingly easily, whatever that liquid was aiding its descent. Behind you they're saying things amongst themselves but you're deafened by your own wails. Your muscles tense and try to trash but it makes no difference. Another finger slides in and it hurts. Sharp pain shoots down your back and is kept constant by the fingers sliding in and out. You've never had anything put inside there. You would never. You try to tell them but all they hear are your pained inconsolable sobs.

Another pushes in and you're broken past your limit. You wail in horrific pain. You scream bloody murder. Why are they doing this to you? It hurts. They're forcing you open. Ramming their fingers inside you. Violating you. Ruining you.

And Mikey just watches. His pupils, dilated. Purely focused on your face and on the tears that stream down your swollen cheeks. Your chapped bloody lips and the cries that spew directly from your heart.

You think you're looking up at him in disdain. With a pure expression that portrays absolute betrayal and disgust. To him you are pitiful. You are the one who is disgusting and repulsive. Pathetic and weak. A wretched little thing.

It's impossible to say what happens next. You finally collapse. The fear and pain taking over. Dizziness overiding your senses. You fall limp.