Disclaimer: Remind me again, what do I own? A debited bank account? Which is where possessions like Lost would have come in handy. So nope, not mine, either Lost, or any of its characters, if it was, though, it might just turn into a very different genre. ;)

WARNING:

This story contains massive sexual references, some offensive language and some scenes which might be disturbing. So if graphic sex scenes and foul words are not your thing, please back off right now. You've been warned.

Warning 2: It's loooong... /yawns/ Lol

A/N: The story is basically a plotless smut, angsty one, though. You'll find some fluff, too, unfortunately I couldn't resist, it's too much fun to write, lol. It resulted in the characters being out of characters, I presume, since I can't really imagine them blabbering so much, but WTH, it's just a fic. :) So for some reason my twisted gutter mind decided to drag our favourite tortured doctor and his damsel-not-in-such-distress through a dirty mouse hole of a tough experience. With Fenry revealing a dirty little pervert in him (ah, I loved making him a psycho, lol!). I'm not sure where it came from, maybe from overloading my brain with the "happy-ever-after" stories recently. However, bear in mind, that although I totally believe in the real world you could find a lunatic who'd come up with a sick idea like the one below, sadly (look at myself, lol), I'm having troubles picturing the victims would actually be up for the challenge. And I mean literally. ;) Yet who really knows what people have in them when it comes to saving their loved ones?... Especially when it's Jack & Kate we're talking about. Ha!

One more thing: English is by no means my mother tongue, so I may lack badly in the department of vocabulary sophistication and such. Please do not hesitate making improvement suggestions!

So... seems after doing my best to ward you off from this piece, and yet if you're still here, take a sit, disconnect your phone and prepare a glass of icy water. ;) Enjoy!

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"I want you to fuck her."

Henry's voice was flat and matter-of-fact, as if he was talking about a common technical procedure.

Jack's head snapped up.

"What!"

He was sure he misheard. They were in a testing room of some kind, only dimly lit, its walls of coarse concrete dusty and bleak. No windows, just thick musty humidity which invaded Jack's nostrils as he tried to make his position. There was large a glass panel dividing the room in half, behind which Henry stood, along with a middle-aged black woman and another man, in a white lab coat, clutching a clipboard. Jack had been shoved in here; still slightly unsteady after whatever they had drugged him with, before having the handcuffs undone roughly and the bag removed from his head quickly by two stocky men, who then locked the door behind him.

"You heard me: I want you to have an intercourse with her, Dr. Shepard."

The glass getting steamed as Henry moved up closer to it. His words sank in Jack's head making no sense, he almost laughed at the absurdity, he couldn't possibly be serious. But then he saw something at which a cold grip of horrifying comprehension clenched over his heart: there, by what looked like a steel operating table, was Kate, bent over the surface, her arms stretched in front of her and clasped in some sort of handcuffs, locked to the table. Her legs were spread apart, each ankle buckled up to the legs of the table. She was gagged. And completely naked. With her behind facing Jack, she twisted her neck, lifting her head and looking around, squirming and choking on her panicked sobs.

When she had been ordered to undress and then got anchored to this appliance, she had known sickeningly clear what was going to happen to her: some sick bastard of theirs would force himself up and into her, would try to break her by invading her body, oh, she wouldn't give it to them and scream, she would grid her teeth and think of Jack, that if she didn't endure it, she would never see him again. Alive. That's what they had told her.

And there he was, there he stood, and they were about to make him hurt her in the most gruesome possible way.

"Oh God, Kate!.."

He was by her side in an instant, ripping his shirt off of himself, doing his best to cover her, aware of her humiliation, desperately wanting to ease it somehow, to make this better, to fix it. He knelt beside her, removing the gag with shaky fingers, gently pushing away the strands of hair that stuck to her tear-streaked face, trying not to touch her much, in case she might have a glimpse thought he would actually do what Henry was saying.

"Jack…" was all she managed hoarsely, her expression going from utter panic to one of total relief that he was alive and he was with her and surely he would protect her and surely he wouldn't hurt her.

"Kate, are you all right, are you in any pain, did they hurt you?" His concerned eyes searching her own.

"I'm - " she cleared her throat. "God, Jack, it's a nightmare! I'm so scared!" Kate broke.

He felt a heavy weight pressing at his insides.

"Did they-… have you-…before -…" His hand came up in a waver at the space between them, as he backed away ever so slightly, his whole body tensing, dreading the answer.

"No, no, Jack" she shook her head.

"They just made me undress and then put me on this." Her voice breaking as she sobbed.

"They told me if I didn't they'd kill you, Jack! That I would never see you again, that they would show me your dead body!" She was obviously disturbed. "I never knew where they were taking me to. Or to whom." She added in a barely audible voice before crying again.

"Shhh, Kate, it's all right, it's OK, I'm here, I'll try to get you out of this, I will get you out of this…"

He repeated breathlessly, his reassuring doctor's tone in place, but as he shook the heavy hoops restraining her arms and legs in desperate attempts to unclasp or break them, he could not feel the steel giving way at the slightest. Sound, solid steel.

In an outburst of white rage, he jumped to his feet and up close to the glass.

"You sick motherfuckers, let her out of this!" He demanded banging at the glass with open palms.

"LET HER OUT OF THIS! I'll do whatever is that you want me to do, I'll tell you whatever you want to know, just LET HER OUT!" His fury left him panting heavily and pacing along the glass in long, impatient strides, sweat on his temples, as he attacked the glass again, this time with a forceful kick.

"We have time, Dr. Shepard, we are in no hurry." was all, the black woman said, calm and steady voice, as the small group backed away slightly from the virtual partition.

"Just what kind of insane beasts are you! There's no way in a million years this would happen!" Jack was almost laughing as he stood upright in front of them, every muscle in his body tensed, clenching his fists, alert and angry and ready to fight.

"You hear me, you scum!? There. Is. NO! WAY! You can keep me here forever and you'll never see it happen!"

He shouted glancing back at Kate, who had stopped crying and was just making small sniffling noises, and she shuddered too, beginning to feel cold, Jack's shirt over her back and behind didn't really do much except returning some of her shattered dignity. She was so grateful he had put it on her; she knew deep down that he would do anything and everything to spare her this condition.

"Well, since you are so unwilling to participate in our research, one of our volunteers will gladly do that."

Henry's wicked smirk crept up his features, as he watched Jack's jaw slacken, his eyes growing wide with realization and then his head shaking slowly from one side to another.

"No.." Jack breathed out. "No.."

"Oh yes, very strong yes." Jack was sure he caught a glimpse of sheer madness is Henry's eyes.

"Bring them in." Henry ordered and Jack watched in horror as a door on the other side of the room opened, and three men appeared by Henry's side. They were all around Jack's age and strong posture, wearing discarded clothing and lecherous, mad expressions. They must have been on stimulating drugs of some kind, he decided, and they clearly enjoyed it, the thought making him nauseous.

"So, the lady even gets to pick, Dr. Shepard, or if she's lucky, she may get lucky more than once." chuckled Henry spitefully, causing Jack's vision spin and his stomach revolt.

He heard a small whimper from where Kate was still unable to move.

"Don't let them, Jack!" she managed through the tears streaming her face once again.

"Please don't let them…!"

He was torn as he stood there frozen. There was no way in the world he'd let any of those psychos near Kate even if that would cost him his life. But how could he possibly do what they wanted him to do and… he didn't even know how to call it… fuck her? Make love to her? Rape her? The notion made him feel physically sick. He would be indeed raping her, she didn't want this, he didn't want this, not like that, not like that. Kate was his daylight, she was the reason he hadn't gone completely insane on this island, he was at times scared of how deep his feelings for her run. How was he supposed to hurt her intentionally?

And then it dawned on him: they were trying to bring them apart. For whatever reason, they were trying to break them using each against the other. To make her hate him and to make him hate himself, to stain their affection forever so it can't be undone, they could never be together after that, they could never comfort each other. By complying and having her here and now he'd loose her forever, but if he didn't and let them instead, she'd loathe him even more.

As if hearing his thoughts Kate spoke:

"Jack, Jack, can't you see what they are trying to do? They are trying to break us, break you.." she said softly.

"They think I'd hate you after that, whatever your choice would be and you'd hate yourself, and I'd hate myself for hating you."

He drank in her eyes. Shining with tears, pleading… Pleading…

"We are waiting here, Dr. Shepard" Jack's attention snapped to Henry and his disgusting volunteers.

"Jack…" Kate again. "Please…"

"Kate-… I-… " he was shaking his head, once again bringing his palms to his temples.

"How could I?..." he said quietly.

"How could I, Kate!" he questioned her in a raised voice.

"Well, I take it you made you decision, Dr. Shepard." said Henry with a crooked smile.

"Someone will be right there with sedation. A mild one, mind you, so you get to enjoy the show. And our fair lady is lucky today, I guess, after all." He chuckled and motioned for the men to depart the room.

"No!" Kate's shriek tore the air before he finished speaking.

"No!" she wiggled in panic, causing Jack's shirt to fall off of her.

"Jack, don't let them, you can't let them, don't let them, please, please, Jack!" she screamed in distress, begging him desperately.

"Do what he wants, just don't let them!" The prospect of them blocked in her mind by paralyzing fear; she had to find a way to convince him.

He had never felt so helpless in his entire life. Whatever he decided, she was going to end up hurt in the most emotional way, she would take years to recover or may never recover, he thought, as heavy, stone-cold, hopeless sorrow enveloped his heart. He glanced at Henry, wishing with all his might that some sudden lighting would split the bastard in two, the three men not there anymore, most probably on their way to…

He closed his eyes. And then opened them to look at Kate, who was shaking uncontrollably as endless tears run down her face. He saw her beautiful green eyes filled with blunt fear, something he had once thought would never make its way to them. And a silent plea…

At least he would make sure it's as little physically painful for her as possible, he thought bitterly.

"I'll do it."

Defeat, yes, but his eyes never leaving hers. He watched her eyelids shut and her features tense as if she braced herself mentally for what was about to happen. An immediate wave of self-loathing washed over him. Was he becoming an animal, just like their captors? Was he about to break what's dearest to him, what he loved more than life, what would then be damaged beyond repair?

And then her eyes reopened, and what he saw there took his breath away while causing his heart to sink into a bottomless black abyss: he saw love. Pure and deep and unconditional love, just as if her eyes were a mirror for his own, she poured her soul and her whole being down to him in this look. She wanted him to know. It was breaking his heart.

"Very well, then." Henry cracked "Proceed."

"What, here!" he said in confusion. "Aren't you going to untie her?"

"Of course here, it's a scientific research, we don't need for you to get all cozy, we need an act of intercourse." Henry stated.

Jack considered his options. "I'll do that, if you untie her."

"I'm afraid you're not really in a position to make demands."

He shifted his weight as Henry made no move behind the glass. He turned to Kate.

"Kate, I-… I'm so sorry. So very sorry. It's all my fault. It would have never happened to you if I…"

He ran his hands over his brow and then down the back of his head. His posture slumbered visibly as he gave up for once, in dreary awareness that he was cornered and there was no light in the tunnel. A tear run down his face before he had a chance to fight it back.

"Jack, listen to me, you can't let this get to you, you can't let them break you! We are in this together, and we must, we MUST-" she emphasized the word "-refuse for that to break us!" she wasn't crying anymore, but her eyelids were puffy and red.

He knelt by her side, replacing his shirt on top of her bashfully, sniffling.

"Kate, if there was something… anything… I could do to avoid putting you through this, believe me…" one more tear from underneath his eyelids, as he spoke softly.

"I know, Jack, I know." she whispered.

"You will hate me, you will fear me, you will be repulsed by me."

"No, Jack, I won't, none of these will ever happen." She shook her head vigorously, wishing she could grab his shoulders and shake him.

"Because that's exactly what they want to happen and I will not allow it, do you understand me? I will never allow it. You are-… Jack… you… I… you have no idea… "

She struggled for words. There was so much she would love to tell him, how she felt, how he made her feel, how his mere presence comforted her and made her feel safe, how his smile made her heart flutter, and his scent dizzied her with desire, how when he had been gone, she was sick with fear and also how she feared those feelings, but she didn't want to do that now, not here, not like this. So she just kept staring into his eyes, her own pooling again, she stared and prayed that he understood, that he saw it there.

He did. A quick nod of his head.

"I know. I know. It's alright, it's OK, Kate."

His voice barely a whisper, as he reached to stroke her cheekbone with his thumb ever so gently. All of a sudden her eyes closed tight and she was aware of nothing more than his roughed skin touching hers and leaned her face into his palm desperately trying to push away to the back of her mind the notion of those painful hoops holding her limbs and the fact she was not able to throw her arms around him now. The thoughts just squeezing more tears out of her eyes.

"No, you don't know." She needed to be absolutely sure he knew what she'd meant. She took a deep breath.

"I did want it. I do want it. You. Us." Her words no more than a whisper, suddenly shy, cheeks hot against the metal surface she was pressed onto, only glancing up at him for a brief moment. He looked confused.

"Just… not like this…" she trailed off.

"No. Not like this." His words echoing hers.

With that, he rose slightly, pushing his hand deeper into her curls and bringing his face inches from hers. Despite the awkward position of her head, she managed to bring it just a bit up, as she met him in a kiss. A kiss that never went deep and never grew passionate. It was not one of lust, of raw desire that had flooded him whenever he'd be near her. Oh, how he wished now that he had acted upon this desire! That he had had a chance to kiss her with affection, with urging, with hunger, with passion! How he wished he had had a chance to show her how much he loved her by taking her fast and hard, by taking her slow and tender, by playing her body like a musical instrument, and she would utter his name in ecstasy, not in pain or fear.

It was a kiss of recognition, of acknowledgment, of comfort and reassurance.

A few seconds passed, their mouths still pressed tightly together, tasting each others' tears, barely moving their lips, his hand unconsciously pressing at the back of her head, too hard, he realized, trying to bring her even closer.

Kate twisted her wrists in their restraints hopelessly, as if she expected to break free, her frustration at not being able to touch him, to sink into his safe embrace eating away at her heart. She was sure if she'd been freed and able to hold him and caress him, than there would be no trauma in it, they'd just make love like she secretly fantasized, they would be able to detach themselves from the surroundings. She would be able to. But no, that's not what they wanted.

"I remind you, Dr. Shepard, that your task is an intercourse." came from across the room.

Jack's head snapped up and around. "I told you I'd do it and I will. My way." His angry reply coming out in a hiss.

He turned back to her with the look of concern and sadness and overwhelming need to make her feel safe, somehow.

"Kate" he said softly, not taking his hand away from her face, as he continued to stroke the wet skin delicately. "I need you to keep your eyes shut and pretend with all your might that it's just you and me, that we are not here, they are not here, and that we are just … I don't know…" he sighed out exhaustingly "…playing a game. Please. Kate." He poured all of him into the plea.

"But I won't be able to see you… To hold you…" her voice broke.

"Kate! I will hold you, I promise you, you will feel that, I swear! - " his voice thick with emotion. "Just keep you eyes shut, trust me, please, I promise I will do everything not to cause you any pain."

With that, his eyes, full of love and pain, bore into hers, as she nodded and shut her eyelids tight.

She then felt the rush of air at her side, as he stood up, shifting. What came next, was her hair being lifted away, and tugged to the side gently, as his dry, warm lips connected with the side of her neck, just below her ear. She drew in a sharp breath when his rough stubble tickled her sensitive skin.

"Keep you eyes closed, Kate, keep them closed" she heard his soft whisper, his breath caressing her ear.

"It's just you and me, you and me, Kate, it's all that matters."

She obeyed, never looking up, as she felt his body enveloping her, outlining her position, when he leaned over and onto her, placing his bare chest on her back and stretching his arms out over hers, covering her, reaching for her hands and entwining his fingers with hers. He never removed the shirt which he had placed on her before in feeble pretence of giving her privacy which he was yet to strip off of her. However, she could feel the coarse hair on his chest, the solid reassuring warmth of his body, his strength and his protective gentleness, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Placing the softest of kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders, Jack kept whispering to her, his warm breath fondling her skin and his voice stirring the desire for him to wake.

"Kate…. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of it, hadn't imagined what it would be like to have you, to take you and make you mine, to really know you and know what it takes for you to scream. I'd be lying if I didn't admit I'd fantasized about it being my name you scream, and about all the things that I would do to you, how I would touch you, what your skin would feel like under my fingers, and what it would taste like."

She let out a small gasp. She could feel his thumbs gently massaging the insides of her palms and wrists, moving up the undersides of her arms, to the hollows of her elbows, his chest muscles flexed over her back, pressing her tentatively but surely to the surface and his hips rubbing lightly against her bare buttocks. A familiar spasm unwound in her lower abdomen, spreading up to her chest, as she slowly let herself take in his words, bringing her to realization of what he was doing: he was trying to arouse her, so she would be wet enough for the penetration not to be painful. Her heart swell with emotion, a mixture of gratitude and pride over this man, this good man, and of something else, the feeling rooted at the very core of her being, she wouldn't even dare to roll the name in her mind, as blatant as it really was to her. Love.

"There would be days when I couldn't bear the thought of getting near you, so dizzy with lust for you, I was afraid I'd snap, Kate, and take you right there, on the spot. The smell of you, oh, it would make my head spin, so sweet and milky and tangy all at once. I found myself sniffing on your sweaty tank top once, Kate, and growing hard immediately."

She whimpered gently and wriggled beneath him.

"I did…. the same…" her sharp breath almost inaudible. "I'd sniff on your used clothes… I sneaked one of your shirts and I… oh…'" she let out a gasp, as she felt one of his hands sneak underneath her to cup her breast. "…would sleep in it, inhaling your scent, and imagining that you were… beside me and I… would touch myself pretending…" she was cut off as he rubbed his open palm over her breast, hardening the bud of her nipple. "…it was you…" she breathed out.

If he had thought he'd have problem getting hard given the circumstances, it just disappeared. Her words brought him up in no time. The image of this beautiful woman, the woman he loved, the woman he craved, touching herself and his name escaping her lips, was all he needed to hang on to for the following course of events.

He buried his head in the crook of her shoulder.

"You don't know what you're doing to me…"

He said hoarsely, bringing his other hand underneath her, as he drew slow circles over the taut skin of her stomach, moving lower, and lower. She felt his warm, strong body pressing into hers with more force now, caressing her, holding her, warming her up and somehow soothing her.

She could feel him grow hard against her buttock, her words, and slight friction he applied moving his hips over her behind in a vague imitation of intercourse causing that. Yes, it must have been the reason, she thought aimlessly.

His moves, his touch were sure and focused, as if he fought to convince her that even if she felt lost and scared and confused and humiliated, he knew what he was doing and was guiding her through this and was there for her. Even though he felt just as scared and lost and humiliated as she did.

"Same what you do to me." She managed a weak smile, with her eyes still tightly shut, as he had told her.

"Kate… You are everything to me, you know that?" he said quietly pressing a kiss to her temple. "If I lost you…"

"You're not going to lose me, Jack, not because of this, no. I do want you, it's just the, the … the setting ain't perfect…" Kate threw a lame attempt at lightening the mood.

"But it's me… and it's you... It's me and you, just like you said." She had to get him into it. She had to persuade him. How was she ever supposed to survive the alternative? How could anyone – Jack of all people – expect her to give in and endure day after day of being turned into a lifeless rag doll?

No. She had to convince him.

"Jack…" she sighed.

"Yeah…" he breathed and threw a glance to the glass panel. There they were, the man with the clipboard scribbling something, looking sideways up on Jack and Kate at times, his face unreadable, the black woman with her brow furrowed and lips in a tight line and Henry, practically glued to the glass, with an expression which was a mixture of curiosity, disgust, awe and , yes, arousal. He was enjoying this. The thought sickened Jack, and he could feel himself go limp again. How on earth could his life have got down to this!

Kate felt it too, guessed Jack must have come to realization of their whereabouts. She still refused to open her eyes however, afraid that she might lose it then.

"Hey, hey, there, Jack, focus on me, focus on how much I've wanted you, how much I want to be yours, how much I dreamt of feeling you like this, feeling your skin against mine, how I watched your skillful hands and ached for them to close over my breasts" –he did just that- "how I wished to feel your lips on my neck" – he brought them there – "how I couldn't breathe when I imagined what would it be like to have your rough cheek rubbing on my shoulder blade" – he complied.

And she was glad to feel him harden again, the harder he was, the quicker it would all be over, she thought biting back a sob. Any other time, any other circumstances, she'd want it to never end, to last for eternity. Yet here she was now, whispering sweet nothings to the man she loved, the man who was pouring so much tenderness and passion and care into his kisses, into his touch on her exposed body, and yet she was forced to want it to end. That's what they had reduced her to.

Suddenly, a sharp sting of anger stabbed through her whole being, as she slapped herself mentally. Oh no, Kate, you can't let them win, not without a fight. This is Jack, this is him, him, who you'd only dream about, him, meaning the world for you, him, the caring, the compassionate, you had dreamt night after night to be with him like this, you won't let them make you hate him.

"Kate, a single day hadn't passed since I met you that I wouldn't want to… just pin you down and bury myself in you, the aching only growing harder and more unbearable with time." He whispered as his fingers massaged her hard nipples. Oh, what he would give to be able to close his mouth around them. What colour are they? He wondered. Are they soft shell pink, or are they a colour of deep golden tan; are they chocolate-brown?

"Kate… What colour are your nipples?" The question slipping out as he tried to map out and memorize the shape of her breasts with his hands.

"What?" she gasped surprised and let out a tiny chuckle "You want to know what colour my nipples are?" She repeated in disbelief.

"Yeah." he breathed. In case I never get to see them. His mind added, the words never coming out. She seemed to have had guessed them, though.

"I won't tell you. You'll see for yourself, when we get out of here." She stated emotionally.

He set his jaw, and slipped one hand down her belly, through a mass of coarse curls, down her slit, and just pressed it to her tightly, palm down, the heel of his hand hitting her most sensitive spot as he did so. She gasped at the unexpected pleasure.

"Jack…" was all she could utter, as he eased a couple of fingers in between her folds and started applying steady, rhythmical pressure rubbing her gently but firmly, digging his hand into her hot flesh. He was relieved to find her wet; he hadn't believed she would be ready for this, for him, the thought of causing her pain like a stab to his heart.

"Oh…" her lips formed an "o" and she let out the tiniest moan feeling him dip one of his long fingers at her entrance, as if teasing her, never stopping the friction against her clit. Adding another finger then, pushing deeper, stretching her deliciously, pressing on her front wall, looking for a sensitive spot there. And Kate suddenly arching her whole body, jerking, head slightly up, hips bucking into his hand, hands gripping the edge of the table, telling him that he found it.

He was glad he had told her to close her eyes and not open them again until it was over. He was glad she was complying. And that she was so responsive. He had feared it that he wouldn't be able to get a reaction from her, that she wouldn't be able to lose herself in the sensations, to forget.

Yet Kate was perfectly aware of their position, but made a conscious decision to give herself to Jack, to not let it ruin whatever future may hold for them, to be able to go back to him for more, when the nightmare of imprisonment ends, as she still believed it would. So she focused solely on his hand between her legs, his fingers working her, searching tirelessly for the right pace, the right spots, the right pressure that would draw his name from her lips in a moan. She focused on the sound of his heavy breath and the hot feel of it, on his sweet, comforting weight atop her, on his other hand on her hip, squeezing the side of her buttock lightly; and then a sudden rush of cold air replaced the warmth of his protective body on her back, and she felt him remove the shirt, his shirt, which he had graciously covered her with, and she heard the click of a belt buckle being opened, and flinched involuntarily, in a moment of panic and helplessness and total lack of control. He must have sensed it; she felt him bringing his warm mouth to her spine again, kissing his way up and murmuring into her skin.

"It's me, Kate, I'm here, it's me. You and me, remember, just you and me. Don't open your eyes, breathe me in."

She did, as he nuzzled her neck, and his familiar salty scent immediately soothing and arousing her both at once. Then his fingers left her hot opening, and she heard a click of his tongue.

On an impulse, Jack brought his hand up to sniff on her juices, to taste them, the scent arousing him momentarily.

"Kate, you smell, you taste like the very essence of femaleness." She heard him licking his fingers "It's so fucking good." And with his mouth wrapped around his thumb, he chose to look up at Henry, who was trying and failing to cover the fact that he was practically panting by the glass, while the other two remained in their clinical, observant mode, and didn't seem to be bothered at the slightest by the view.

Jack couldn't help but feel secretly pleased at Henry's obvious distress, deep down, even though he wouldn't deny his own.

He rubbed Kate's buttocks lightly, squeezing them just a little, moving his fingers to the sensitive skin where they met the thighs and to the inside of her thighs. She sighed softly, but couldn't really bring herself to enjoy that as much as when she could feel him on top of her. She missed the warmth, the smoothness of his skin, and his reassuring presence, the cool air threatening to bring her back to reality in a flash.

She heard the pull of the zipper, and heard the rustle of fabric, as Jack discarded himself from his denims, He'd actually contemplated leaving them on, pulling himself out just the bit that was necessary, but decided against it as she would feel even worse knowing he's clothed while she isn't and feeling the denim against her skin rather than his flesh.

"Kate…" he said softly "I will now… I have to…"

But she knew what was coming.

"Do it, Jack, just do it." She said, this is not how it's supposed to be, her mind added, a trace of sadness trembling in her voice, or was it fear? This is not how it's supposed to be.

Either way it was breaking his heart again.

Jack looked around in helpless remorse. He pressed himself suddenly to her whole body, like he did moments before, only harder, closer, tighter, finding her hands, gripping them firmly, pressing his lips against hers in a forced angle. She could feel him hard against her inner thigh and shuddered. Was really what she only hoped for during the sleepless, restless nights finally coming to reality? Like that? Like a lab rat? Stripped of the look in his warm eyes, stripped of his sure embrace, of his kisses, so many kisses!... Stripped of what was left of her dignity? She breathed in convulsion.

"Kate, Kate" she felt him more then heard moving his lips against hers. "I swear to you, if there was any other way out of this…"

She nodded.

"I promise, I won't hurt you." he spoke, "Just focus, focus Kate, on me, on what you feel, on the sensations, forget the rest."

"Yeah… Forget the rest…"

She sounded alarmingly flat for his liking. Was she detaching herself from it? Was she drifting away, shutting her consciousness, shutting him out? He knew that was what rape victims did. And he knew, he was trying to protect her from rape, by taking her through this ordeal as sensually, as lovingly as possible. But how could he had ever expected a forced intercourse, even with him, who she seemed to have wanted, lusted after, would be anything else than rape to her? He dreaded the thought.

"Jack?" she felt him tense and freeze on top of her.

And then his weight was gone again.

"I can't do it." He said quietly, his head down, his eyes on the ground.

"I can't do it!" this time violently loud, in the direction of Henry and his assistants.

Henry contorted his lips.

"It is a shame, Dr. Shepard, we were getting interesting observations here." he said in his dull clinical tone, composing himself quickly and not betraying any emotion with his voice.

"I guess it's time for option B, then. Miss Klugh." He nodded at the woman, who went up to the wall where a communication device was fixed on, by the door.

"No, Jack, no, what are you doing, you can do it, we can do it, I want you to do it, goddammit!"

It was Kate's scream pulling him out of the lethargy. She wriggled on the table in doomed attempts to get a better look on him. Her eyes snapped open the moment she heard him declare he couldn't.

"I can't, Kate" he shook his head slowly in resignation. "I can't rape you."

"It's not a rape Jack, it wouldn't be one, Jack, listen to me, you got me all…" she stumbled for words "… ready, willing... Does it sound like a rape victim?" she squirmed.

"Bring the mating males down here" They heard Miss Klugh's flat voice.

"No, No, NO, Please, please, Jack do something, say something, tell them you've changed you mind, you promised you won't get me hurt here, it can't be them, it can't be, please, please, Jack, just do it-" she blabbered through the violent sobs that ripped through her body, chocking, swallowing her words.

He was by her side, holding her, as best as he could with her being anchored to the flat surface, both of them stark naked, he gripped her hand.

"How could you, how can you do this to me!"

she spat out through her tears.

"Will you watch as they rip me, one by one, will you really let that happen!"

Will you watch my pain, my blood, will you watch as I scream, scream for you, as they make me a mere crust, haunted forever by this memory, where no amount of the words you just spoke to me will ever, ever awake any fire again, Jack, because there will be none?

She was shaking now.

"No, Kate, I couldn't watch it, I couldn't let that happen." He said forcefully, looking right into her eyes. It would break me; it would tear my soul apart, I'd die inside and never come to life again.

"But I can't do the very same thing to you either!" His eyes closed in frustration.

She squeezed his hand and let her trembling fingers caress the back of it.

"Don't you see the difference, Jack? Don't you get it? You're the man I want this to happen with, regardless of the circumstances, I want you, there could never be any rape here." She tried to assure him, searching his eyes and curling her lips ever so slightly in an attempt of a smile, but what came out more like a pout, at which he smiled with his eyes.

He heard the flap in the door open, as a fragment of white lab coat on an arm, which held something looking very much like a crossbow with a vile little dart on the top of it appeared.

He new instantly what it meant.

"NO!" he yelled from the top of his lungs.

The hand stopped, and Jack heard Henry's voice.

"All right Dr. Shepard, we are growing a little tired of your indecisiveness. This is you last chance."

The flap closed. Jack returned to Kate, who was sobbing violently now.

"Please Jack, I love you, I love you, I do, and I won't stop, just get me out of this, get me out, you can end this."

She panted with her eyes tightly shut. When she opened them, she was staring into his beautiful brown depths, and there it was, there she saw what was lost ever since he was brought to this room: determination and strength. He was strong enough to do it, to let them watch him taking her now and then, even in the miserable state she was in and protect her from the cruel, savage alternative.

"I'll end it."

He told her, placing his lips on hers again. Tentatively, he flicked his tongue over the edge of her upper lip, but pulled away when she gasped at the hot, wet contact and open her mouth to let him in, deciding this they wouldn't watch, and not wanting his kisses to be a reminder of the nightmare to her. He wanted to save them.

"Can you unlock her?" He tried once more, quietly.

No answer, no movement.

Time passed, he thought, she needs to be out of it.

He shut his eyes, as he stood behind her, steadying his breath, letting the fear consume him for five long seconds and then pushing it away, taking himself in hand - he was now completely flaccid, so Jack pulled a sure-fire image out of his mind: the image of Kate's soft mouth enveloping his length, how the velvet recess of it would feel against his throbbing cock, all wet and hot, and how her little tongue would dart teasingly over the tip, and than how she'd run it flat along the underside, how she would take him up to his very base and would be making all those moaning an humming noises, and she would look up to him with those beautiful green eyes, flickering with her desire for him. He imagined all that, while applying long, steady strokes to himself, and felt growing hard gradually, rock hard, as he pictured how she'd drink all of his release, lick him clean, and lick her lips as if she had just have the rarest delicacies of the universe, and grin wickedly as he pulled her back to his arms.

He allowed no thoughts of how that may never happen if he proceeded with what they want of him.

He looked up to her, and what he saw caused him to stumble.

She turned her head around and was watching him with … fascination, apparently unable to tear her eyes away, and when she brought her gaze to meet his, he felt his cock growing harder in his hand, for what he saw flashing in there was the darkness of pure lust. For him.

He positioned himself above her, oblivious to the surroundings, refusing to hear anything but her quick breathing, to see anything but the canvas of her peachy skin, to smell anything but the breezy scent of her desire, and to touch anything but her.

He hovered above her once again, placing kisses in the crook of her neck, on her shoulder, along her spine, licking her skin as he went, wetting it, and then blowing lightly, flicking the sensations. He remained silent; she let out a gasp which formed into his name.

As Jack rubbed his hardened length along the joining of her thighs, testing, if she was ready, if he needed more moisture out of her, wondering hastily how to draw it, she arched into him, and he knew. Just two words escaping his throat as he entered her in a slow but determined stroke:

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't you ever dare to be" – her reply coming in a breathless whisper.

And he felt how she flexed inwardly, adjusting to his size, how she encouraged him with a grip of her tight muscles, at which he drew in a sharp breath and jerked.

Oh, he feels good, she noticed, the words not exactly arranging into a clause in her head. He felt right, and he fit her so perfectly, and he filled her like that's where he belonged.

And he was starting to move, gripping her hips, gripping her for support, bringing her closer to him, as he buried himself in her up to the core. He glanced at their joining, to see that despite the achingly exquisite tightness he was not bound to cause her pain, as he slid out of her slippery wet with her own want and need for him. In and out, up and down, he thrust deliberately slow, to give her time, to buy him time, his mind set on giving her everything, all of his love.

He leaned over her once more, pressing his chest to her back as he slipped his hand again down her front, gripping her there. He pressed firmly and as he moved, her little bundle of nerves was hit with the rhythm of his thrusts. She gasped, and looked over her shoulder, to meet his dark eyes. Hers were clouded, eyelids hooding them, her mouth open, her cheeks flushed, he was mesmerized by the dangle of her curls, as her head swung back and forth with the force of his strokes inside her. She was obviously uncomfortable in her position, arms burning, elbows digging into the hard surface, her neck aching, but she couldn't stop looking at him, wouldn't stop. She had to see him, it was the only way to go through his, gazing into his loving eyes.

He increased the pressure of his hand on her clit, as he picked up the pace and force, banging into her now, causing the metal cluster to screech and her upper body to slide up and down its surface, rubbing the sensitized nipples over the steel. She griped the edge for support, just as he changed the angle slightly, and she felt her insides tingle, and then spasm, once, twice, and she was hit by an unexpected wave of ecstasy, as she opened her mouth in a silent scream, her eyes never leaving his, as she rode the waves panting what was probably his name, thrown out with each breath, but he could barely hear her. He watched in awe, as her cheeks and chest flushed in an instant, as her eyes were begging to snap shut, but she wouldn't give in, staring right at him, baring her soul, letting him know everything he did to her.

He never stopped, nor slowed down; he went even faster and harder now, his brow furrowed under a few droplets of sweat. She still watched him, watched him all the time, hungry to see his release. He pumped into her, and briefly wondered if he was being too rough, especially given the circumstances. But all thoughts were lost, when he felt her tighten around him again, pulsating, and he looked up to see the "o" on her lips again, and could clearly hear his name now, over and over, as her eyes reflected the eternity.

He lost it then. Control becoming a concept from the past. He gripped her hips on both sides forcefully, maybe bruising her delicate flesh, and with several powerful strokes which she observed as if hypnotized, he came right inside her, shuddering, and clenching his teeth, his eyes born intensely in hers, so she could see the whole world falling back into place there, just as he just saw in hers.

He collapsed on her back, the rough skin of his stubbly face against her sweaty smooth one. He pressed an openmouthed kiss there, and just cradled his head in the curve between her shoulder blades, then moved up to nuzzle her neck, only to be terrified when he saw her face: she was crying.

"Kate, Kate, oh God, did I hurt you!" He moved out of her immediately, and half stood up, to be stopped by her words.

Her head shook in negation.

"Don't move, stay as you were" So his head found its way back, resting back gently on her shoulder.

"Kate…"

Her eyes fluttered open and he could see painful bliss there, restrained by the fact she couldn't hold him, couldn't touch him, couldn't be happy ever after with him right then.

"See, I told you, you'd make it good." A weak smile, at him.

"Kate…" could feel the tears stinging his own eyes, as he reached over again to clasp her tiny hands.

"I'll make it up for you once we get out of here, Kate" he urged, "I swear I'll do anything to make it up."

I love you. With the single, clear thought she closed her eyes.

"Kate, Kate, please don't shut me out" he pleaded. I love you more than life itself.

"I'm not shutting you out." she smiled gently "I'm resting".

She met his gaze and the familiar twinkle in her eyes told him she just might indeed make it through this. Even if she had no idea now.

"Thank you for your co-operation, Dr. Shepard, this has been very interesting." came Henry's voice from behind the glass, bringing them back to the heart-wrenching reality.

"Now. Time for the second part of the test. Bring them in." He nodded at Miss Klugh.

"WHAT! NO! you can't do this, you promised she would be unharmed! That if I did it…" He yelled, jumping off of her, blind rage and immense fear replacing his entire being.

"We never said that."

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So that's it, tell me what you think, pretty please, just be kind on me /looks-up-in-manner-of-Shrek's-puss-in-boots/, since this is my very first story! Well, not technically, but first one I submitted here. I'd planned it as one shot, but may continue if the demand is there. Only don't really know where to take it on, since the interesting direction looks too gruesome for me to write, I'm not that cruel, you know, lol, but the smooth direction looks plain boring. Just let me know.