Hell is for Heroes

Standard disclaimers appl
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warnings: I\'m going to be including rape scenes etc. later on, pilot preggy, prostitution.... O and LOTS and LOTS of torture! ^_^

Pairings: 2x1 mainly, a bit of 1x2 (i like Uke Heero best! ^_^) side pairings (3x4, 5xS) just mentioned and variousx1

Apologies to anyone who feels I have stolen any of their material, I promise you it wasn’t intentional but I have read a lot of fics in order to get ideas *hides* don’t hate me….
Thanks to anyone who’s bothering to read this fic it\'s going to be part of a loooooooong series but I have to fit writing chapters in with doing coursework etc. so it may not get finished for a while but believe me it WILL get finished!
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Hell is for Heroes

Chapter Two

Exhausted after a rough training session, a nine year old boy stumbles into his tiny cell likom. om. Dr J doesn’t allow the boy to have a lock on his door for fear of the boy using it to escape training.
As the child collapses on to the bed, asleep before his head hit’s the pillow he doesn’t noticed the rather drunk technician looking at him with lust filled brown eyes.


Chef-Technician Gregory Mitchell had been watching the mini-whore for months now. The way the child moved was extraordinary, such grace from a little boy was unconceivable, and truth be toldg wag was more than just a little turned on by the boy. Mitchell had spent the night in the company of a rather large whiskey bottle and now seeing the object of all his wild fantasies asleep and vulnerable he couldn’t hold himself back. He needed sexual release from this boy and he was going to get it, now.

He casually strolled into the little harlot’s room and pulled the tramp from his bed and the realms of Morpheus. Fear, the dominant emotion passing through the little boy, this fear only served to turn Mitchell on more. He stripped the boy of his clothes and forced the child to kneel before him. “Look whore, you suck me off and I’ll forget about the little show you put on in training”, the child was confused ‘show?… what show?’ he had done no such thing but when he opened his mouth to tell this smelly man that he felt something large and bitter slide down his throat. He wanted to gag but somehow he knew that if he did the evil man would hurt him so he kept quiet. “Suck slut” was the command given to Kid from above. Kid tearfully complied. “ummmmmm……nnnnnnnnnn…..harder………faster” the man commanded. Kid obeyed.
Greg moaned, he was in heaven. The boy’s mouth was moist and hot. He groaned as the boy’s delicate lips moved up and down his pulsing shaft. He was suddenly taken over by a wave of ecstasy.

Suddenly the man buried hands in Kid’s hair and the bad man was thrusting mercilessly into Kid’s throat. Suddenly with a pleasure filled shout Greg released a hot salty liquid into Kid’s mouth. It was disgusting, Kid wanted to spit it out but a command to swallow it came from the Chef-Tech so he complied and drank the putrid stuff.

At the sight of the whore swallowing his passion Greg let out a strangled growl, slapped the boy on the right cheek, hard, and walked out leaving a very confused and upset nine year old in his wake.

Kid sat heavily on the floor, still naked and cried, then vomited, then cried some more. What had he done wrong? What just happened to him? Why did he suddenly feel dirty and disgusting? He cried himself to sleep unaware of what the sick, perverted technicians had install for him.
***
A few weeks later Kid was taking a walk around the lab he lived in, J had had a malfunction in machinery and so didn’t have the time to train Kid today. Kid took advantage of this and decided to explore. While exploring one of the corridors he was grabbed and dragged into the technician’s recreation room.

The room was a reasonable size. There was a pool table in the center of the vroom and all the walls but one were lined with very comfy looking chairs. The one wall not lined with chairs was lined with seven different types of vending machines. There were a few small foldable coffee tables in front of a few of the chairs, on a few where discarded cards.

Kid looked round and saw that he had been dragged into the center of a mob. He was scared now. Michell was at the head of the group.

“Hiya Whore, long time no see” he leered, undressing the child with his eyes. “So you up for a little fun Kid?” Kid opened his mouth to reply but Mitchell promptly shut it. “No talking! Every time you say a word you get a smack, you got it?” Kid nodded “Good boy, now then Kid this is what I your going to do… Each man in this room had been taken in by your filthy display. The way you flaunt yourself just to tease us. Well we’ve made it so the old man won’t be bothering us anytime soon.” There were chuckles from around the room, and the group seemed to move closer to Kid. Kid felt really uncomfortable with the way these men where looking at him. He was so
confused, what had he done wrong?

Before that question could be answered Mitchell spoke up.
“Take your clothes off boy” Kid shook, he knew what was coming next, but why weren’t the others stopping this, then it hit him, the look in their eyes was the same look Chef-Tech had given him before…before… He still didn’t get what happened but he knew it was bad and he knew he didn’t want it to happen again.

“NO” he shouted and made a break for the door, unfortunately the Techs were faster. They grabbed the boy and dulled him into the room. “That was not a smart thing to do boy” Mitchell scolded. Kid was then stripped and forced to stand in the center of the room. Simon a technician that Kid had considered a nice man -till now at least- stepped forward, bent down and whispered into Kid’s ear. “Just submit to them, suck for them and keep quiet and they’ll let you go once they’ve got their pleasure. And you’ll get less hurt if you don’t fight them.” “Please help me, I don’t want this” Kid looked at Simon with pleading eyes “Please” “I can’t, they’d kill me, or my daughter. I’m sorry Kid but I have to keep my family safe, please forgive me.”

Kid understood, Simon had once told him that he had a two year old daughter, Kid couldn’t let her get hurt, not because of him. He knelt down in the iron grip in which he was held. “I’ll do what you want” he told them, the air of lust in the room grew.
The first one was hard when they came he barely had time to swallow before the next cock was in his mouth.
After the 30th person he blacked out. His throat hurt, these men weren’t gentle. He woke up on the floor under the pool table and staggered back to his room.
For the next few weeks he was unable to utter a word.
***
A goggled figure watched the scene in the rec’ room with disgust. He knew this was inevitable but he couldn’t stop it without losing valuable workers. He felt sorry for the boy but he couldn’t let emotions get in the way of the boy’s training. The ‘incident’ wouldn’t interfere with the boys training so he reasoned that it wasn’t his concern. He would train the boy in self defense and hand to hand combat instead of the computer skills he’s been teaching him.

The boy was a fast learner and he was confident that the necessary survival skills the boy so obviously needed could be taught to him within the month leaving the rest of the year open for the boy to learn computer skills and them pick up where Odin left off on weapon handling skills. He needed the boy to be almost fully train within the next two years so he could start coaching him into being ‘the perfect solider’.

J set about arranging a new timetable for the boy. After all the soon the boy learnt to defend himself the better.
***

Despite J’s self-defense lessons the rec’ room incidents continued. Kid wasn’t willing to do anything that would jeopardize Simon’s daughter’s safety. He got better at giving head and the techs’ were satisfied.
J had no complaints about Kid’s performance in training, he was already more skilled mos most of the adult soldiers.
He was truly becoming the ‘perfect solider’, the other scientists had begun to acquire their pilots and although J knew that his solider was -at the moment at least- superior, he stepped up Kid’s training.
He was not looking foreword to subjecting the boy to the next part of the training in Dechim’s schedule for the boy, but if it had to be done it had to be done, it had to be done. Besides the boy had already experienced the kind of stuff Dechim was expecting, a little more for training purposes wouldn’t hurt.
***

Kid was in the shower. Recently Dr J had been pushing him harder. He didn’t mind, it was necessary to achieve peace for the colonies. He knew the fate of the colonies rested on his shoulders. Although he hated that idea he understood what he must do. Odin would be proud, he was sure of it.
Training had taken the surety of Odin’s love for him away but he still valued what Odin’s opinion, even if his first mentor was not there to give it.
Odin was his sensei (teacher) he had been extremely important.
Kid was so caught up in his thought that he didn’t noticed that the door of the bathroom was slowly being pulled open.

Before he knew what was happening he was being slammed against the shower wall. Greg’s unwanted hands roaming all over his naked body. Greg’s cracked and disgusting lips were pressed to his with a bruising force. “You are a very beautiful boy, you know” Greg’s lust filled voice whispered into Kid’s ear “I’ve wanted you
From the moment I first saw you” with that Greg resumed the raping of Kid’s mouth.

Greg kissed the blue-eyed beauty brutally, nibbling and biting until the boy\'s lips were bleeding.
His fingers pressed hard against the boy’s cheeks, forcing Kid\'s mouth to open.
Kid felt a tongue being slipped into his mouth and mental screamed for help as it licked his inner mouth hungrily, teasing his tongue to spar with it.
The brunette technician switched his hand from his new toy\'s cheek to the back of the child\'s neck, pressing the boy against his mouth while pushing his tongue in much deeper and raping the sweet, moist cavern.
He didn\'t stop his assault. Sucking on Kid\'s lips, making the boy out of breath.
Kid just managed to breathe once before Greg’s greedy mouth closed back onto his.

After what seemed forever the middle aged man ceased the kissing and pulled away.
Licking his lips, and savoring the taste that was there. Greg looked at the boy pinned to the wall under him lustfully \"You taste so good\" he breathed.
His hands started to roaming over the twelve year olds lithe body, touching and prodding.
Rough fingers roamed over the boy\'s bare chest and then sank his nails into that plane of developing muscle. Kid hissed in pain, Greg seemed to ignore it, secretly he was getting off on it and Kid knew it.

A tongue was pushed back inside the boy\'s hot cavern while his hands pinched the nipples on the small boy’s chest.
Teeth where planted in to the juncture between the boy\'s neck and shoulder without warning
\"Never expected that, huh?\" The man licked the blood that trailed down from the mark he had made. He moved his mouth over the child’s upper body, planting his teeth everywhere he wanted and enjoying feeling the boy jerk beneath him. “These marks make you mine boy, my property, my toy.”
Soon Greg’s toy’s body was covered with bite marks. Mitchell licked the blood on some marks and let the rest of them bleeding. He loved tasting this boy, so sweet.
His hand never ceased stroking the boy\'s thigh as he went.

\"I’m going to make you scream and beg me to stop when I fuck you, boy.\" Greg lifted one of Kid’s legs up and started rubbing his painfully hard erection against the boy’s non-responding groin. “You’re going to bleed and feel so sore for days. They say you always remember your first, well I’m going to make it so you’ll never want it again. You’ll always be my whore Kid, always!”
Gregory couldn\'t wait to impale his aching erection into the boy\'s, surely, tight passage.

“I love seeing you bleeding. I will not hold back, I’m gunna fuck you dry. You are mine, boy.\" Kid was terrified! Dry fuck, this bastard was going to ripe him to shreds! He needed to get out of this and fast. But Simon’s daughter, he couldn’t let her get hurt but there again if he killed this guy then there would be know one to hurt the little girl then would there?
With a scream that sounded like the one of a wild animal Kid threw Greg against the opposite wall and started viciously banding his would-be-rapists head against it.
After about 10 minutes of this senseless banging he stepped back. He’d managed to crush the back of Chef-Technician Gregory Mitchell’s head in and blood was seeping from the wound.
Kid watch in morbid fascination as the dead man’s blood was washed way by the spray from the shower.

He knew he should feel something right now. He’d just killed someone who was about to rape him, but oddly he felt nothing. No fear, no regret, nothing. He was just thinking how weird this whole thing was when J and a band of technicians stormed in. J gave the order for Kid to be taken to his study and left there alone where Kid would be able to shower, dress and sleep.

Gregory Mitchell’s body was secretly jet-set into space and the other technicians were given the order to leave Kid alone if they valued their lives. For some reason that threat now held more weight.
J watched the CCTV footage from the shower room again. He saw the glint in his soldier’s eyes as he smashed the older man’s head against the porcelain tiled walls. J was worried that this was something that his solider wouldn’t come back from but amazingly enough Kid seemed unaffected. He decided that this part on Dechim’s plan was going undone. He was not having this remarkable little soldier raped. The moment when Kid was just stood staring at the blood flashed onto the screen. The look in the child’s eyes was eerie, the boy had the eyes of a man and that’s when J knew that he truly had the perfect soldier.
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>.< that was disturbing huh? Well flames keep me warm so keep um coming!