The Rape of Inspector Lestrade

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century
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Chapter One: Violation

"Go ahead and scream all you want," said Moriarty. "No one else is within earshot. No one knows where you are. Not even your precious Sherlock Holmes."

The professor watched as Inspector Beth Lestrade struggled in vain to break free from the restraints that held her down. She had awakened from being rendered unconscious earlier and was now trying to escape from her imprisonment.

Moriarty thought back to the time when he first met Lestrade and how he had graciously introduced himself. He had even bowed and tried to kiss her on the hand as any gentleman of refinement would do. But she had quickly pulled away her hand and glared at him.

"So she thinks she's too good for me, does she?" Moriarty had said to himself then. "This woman needs to be taken down a peg or two. But not now. Sometime later when the time is right." Moriarty then was preoccupied with escaping from capture by his enemy Sherlock Holmes.

And now Moriarty had Beth Lestrade at his mercy. He could and would do anything and everything he wanted to do to her.

He stared down at her with a look of utter contempt. She stared back at him and tried to maintain a brave front, but inside she was shaking with fear.

The sound of cackling laughter came from the corner of the room. A figure stepped out of the shadows.

"Ah, Fenwick," said Moriarty. "So good of you to join us."

Martin Fenwick came closer and stopped when he reached Moriarty. He, too, stared down at Lestrade. Lestrade stared back at the disfigured face of Fenwick who was the most physically repulsive individual she had ever seen in her life.

"Just what do you intend to do to me?" Lestrade asked. She tried to keep the fear out of her voice.

"What do you think?" replied Moriarty. "I believe it's known as a woman's 'fate worse than death'."

Lestrade was filled with horror at the thought of being raped by Moriarty and possibly also by his henchman Fenwick.

"Let me go this instant! It'll be harder on you if you don't!" she shouted. Lestrade realized this to be futile, but she felt less of a victim by at least doing so.

Moriarty and Fenwick laughed.

"Oh, how amusing, Fenwick. She speaks as if she believes she's the one in charge of this situation."

"Yes, very amusing," said Fenwick.

"Well, no sense in wasting time," said the Professor. "Let us begin."

Moriarty and Fenwick quickly and efficiently tore away Lestrade's footwear and clothing until she was lying there completely naked except for the restraints that held her down.

"You see, Lestrade, we could just as well had undressed you while you were unconscious, but we want you to experience this part of the defilement, too. Isn't it humiliating to be stripped in so brutal a fashion?" said Moriarty.

"You're the most vile creature I've ever known!" shouted Lestrade.

"Why, thank you, my dear. And you'll be knowing me even better in just a few minutes. Very intimately, I'd say."

Her legs was spread wide apart and held down by the restraints. Her face burned red with embarrassment knowing her snatch was exposed for them to see and violate as they wished.

Moriarty got undressed from the waist down and stroked his cock. It quickly became large, engorged and erect. He was eager to fuck this woman who needed to be taught a lesson in humility. How dare she spurn his kiss that day? Moriarty became even more aroused knowing the time had come for her to pay for rejecting him. He positioned himself between her legs and placed the tip of his cock at her snatch. His helpless victim stared up at him, dreading what was about to happen.

Lestrade screamed as Moriarty rammed himself inside of her. Her vaginal walls were dry. The pain was excrutiating as he thrust himself over and over. She could hear him moaning with pleasure as he had his way with her. She could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. A few drops worked their way down and fell on to her face. She grimaced at the thought of any of his bodily fluids touching her.

As Moriarty raped her he wondered if Lestrade and Holmes had ever become intimate. Wouldn't it be delicious if they had and if Holmes were to later know about this brutal rape?

I wish they had indeed been intimate, so later I can rub it in his face that I have taken his woman by force, thought Moriarty. His excitement overpowered him. Lestrade could feel Moriarty about to come inside of her.

Eewwww, thought Lestrade. But there was nothing she could do to stop the stream of warm, milky cum from squirting out of Moriarty's cock and filling her sheath. She could picture in her mind his semen splashing against her cervix and flooding back into her canal. She tried not to think of it, but the image could not be blocked from her mind.

She broke down and sobbed.

Fenwick snickered as he watched the professor finish using Lestrade for his carnal desires.

It will be my turn soon, Fenwick thought eagerly as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation of fucking the inspector.