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Facieen	By : facieen1 Category: +M through R > Princess and the Frog, The (Disney) > Princess and the Frog, The (Disney) Views: 5546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rape is most certainly not a good thing; this is an obvious statement. I for one do not in any way shape or form think it could be used for comedy. My mind is a filthy place most of the time. And sometimes it gets the best of me. I’ve rewatched a scene from Princess and the Frog over and over again; the one where you first meet Dr. Facilier. I found him being overly eager in a sense to see Naveen a tad bit creepy.
          However what sent me over to write such a fic was the fact that he led Naveen down a dark alleyway; a cramped, dark, long alleyway. With a rather messed up yard if you want to call it near his emporium. I’m getting a bit carried away here but that alleyway thing didn’t....look right. I know stupid thing to think too much on, right? He had a gate in the yard; now dear readers, I might be going too far with this fic but, here’s what in an ott type thing would happen if that gate was somehow closed and locked; not allowing Lawrence to come in to interfere. Because of the first sentence, I’m sure you know where this is going. Indeed this will be a rape fic. I’m not too good at this, but it won’t be so.....terribly written. Here we go. Written in as best as I can, Naveen’s point of view. I won’t say enjoy, because that wouldn’t be a proper thing to say for such a fic. No I’ll just say, read on gentle reader.
          And that I deeply apologize if I rape your love of the characters used in this or anything. I did NOT enjoy writing this. I’m not a sick fuck who enjoys shit like this. I hate rape fics and I hate this fic. I am only writing this thing as an attempt to get it out of my mind. Much like most of my dark fics; it rarely works but oh well. It sometimes stops the subjects from being thought about too much.
That’s why it’s done. I’m not the only one, I’ve seen people do things like me; who write dark fics because their subjects haunt them and writing about said subjects stops them from bothering them.
I am aware that I am a sick, sick fuck for choosing a DISNEY film to do such a thing. But still; here it is. Read on darling readers. Or don’t. I don’t really care if by this point you’re closing this document or whatever. I didn’t do this for attention or anything. Remember that as you read this, as you think I’m a sick bitch for writing about this. Got that? Good. Here we go then. The Rape of Naveen or whatever you want to title it.
          I lie there on the ground still laughing at Lawrence getting his head stuck in the tuba eventually stopping while seeing a tall man standing in front of us. He was rather thin, aside from his chest which was broad. He stood there in a somewhat maroon looking suit with a tailcoat, a cane slightly colored like the suit, a black top hat with a red band around the middle much like his pants, the hat had a skull and cross bones and a feather in it. Underneath his jacket was a purple vest, he wore dress shoes as well. He had violet eyes that showed a variety of emotions, he was smiling broadly, revealing a gap in his teeth. He looked like a good natured man. “Hello.” Was all I could bring myself to say; “Gentlemen!” His voice sounded well....nice. “Enchante;” He reached his cane towards us; I took it allowing him to help me up. “A tip of the hat from Dr. Facilier.” He took off his hat; tossing it in the air then catching it. “How y’all doin.” He took out a card, handing it to me. I took said card; reading it. It seemed interesting; he was a...voodoo doctor I suppose. He had his arm around me; and it was starting to get uncomfortable. He started talking “Now if I was a gambling man, which I’m not I tend to stay away from games of chance.” He was saying. He pulled me into an alleyway. Then he stopped talking; he shut the gate nearby, blocking Lawrence from coming in. The smile on his face had faded; and was replaced with a serious look; his eyes now lustful. I was frightened.
          His hands were roaming all over my body, tearing at the clothes; I was rather frozen on the spot watching his long slender fingers tear the clothes off. “Excuse me, what are you doing?” I asked; trying to push him away. “Yes keep struggling. It only gives me more enjoyment.” He hissed into my ear. A warm tongue licked my neck; lips touching and nipping on the skin. I looked down at myself; I was now...exposed. I covered myself. “How cute, you’re embarrassed.” He hissed once more, his hands pushing mine away from me. I continued struggling; then my eyes widened. I finally realized what was going on.
          He pinned me down to the ground chuckling as he did so. He held me down with his cane as he quickly undressed himself. I coughed under the crushing weight and the taste of the dead grass in the courtyard. A cold laugh filled the air once more and I shuddered. “Why are you doing this?” I muffedly asked. He looked at me a pondering look on his face. “Well this is....hmm...this is I welcome newcomers to this fine city.” He replied; he lifted his cane off me, and I didn’t bother trying to get up I knew at this point it was hopeless.
He stood there unclothed in front of me and jerked my head upwards with the cane. “You. Suck on it. Now. “He commanded, shoving my lips around his cock. I choked on it for a moment, and then pulled back. His nails dug into my neck, leaving a small trickle of blood around them. I didn’t know exactly how to do this well, but I started anyways. He continued digging his nails into my neck; as I continued sucking. This didn’t last too long as I was pulled off of it after a few moments or so.
          My face was once more slammed into the ground and I whimpered I felt my lip bleed a bit, a scrape on my chin a few other things; nothing too major but still painful. A few fingers slid inside of me, stretching that hole out a bit. I squirmed like most people would in this situation; my eyesight suddenly darted to the gate, seeing Lawrence standing there wide eyed and frightened. “Sir. Should I get help?” he asked, grabbing the bars of the gate. Facilier’s eyes looked over at him too; growling causing him to jump. “You do that and it’ll be more painful for your highness here.” He growled, shoving me down harder. He removed his fingers from within me, and then stopped. Foolishly enough I tried to crawl away; his grip on me had loosened. He cracked his cane upside my head as hard as possible; causing the spot to bleed profusely. I stopped moving and just let him go on with what he was doing.
I was how you would say, crying. This wasn’t how I expected America to be at all. Hell, I’d prefer being back at home in Maldonia rather than this. Then it started. A painful push inside of me, at a rather quick speed; he was bent over me again, biting and sucking on my skin around my back and waist. He was digging his nails into me still, licking the blood up; avoiding the sweat. “You taste pretty good.” he laughed. I didn’t know whether to feel complimented or not. “Err...thank you?” I responded, he laughed again. Pausing for just a moment or so before starting up again.
He started thrusting; the thrusts were hard and quick. It seemed like he wanted this to be as painful as possible. He kept looking over at the gate doors to make sure Lawrence wasn’t going anywhere for help as this happened. He seemed to be enjoying himself, chuckling lightly at my soft whimpers of pain and pleads for him to stop; smacking me with his cane at any movement I make. This entire thing is seriously making me reconsider visiting; I sure as pardon my French here; fuck better find something nice about New Orleans because of this. He’s started stroking my own cock; as if trying to give some pleasure to me.
I have to say, I am enjoying him stroking, a bit. He’s still being rough though. His nails have started to dig into it, damn it can I have a moment of relief. His strokes are rough; no longer pleasurable. He’s muttering under his breath; perhaps he’s close. Yes of course, he’s given my cock a hard squeeze causing me to climax first; followed shortly by him.
I lay there on my stomach and he was hovering over me, now clothed. He threw my clothes at me, spitting on me before leaving me there on the grass. I turn over a complete mess; put my boxers and pants on; seeing Lawrence come towards me. He looked sympathetic, which is of course expected. “Sire, are you, do you. Are you okay?” He asked. “No of course not.” He got out a handkerchief from my suitcase and cleaned me up, then handed me the rest of my clothing. I took them and finished dressing. “Let’s just explore the rest of this city. Shall we.” I got up and walked off, he followed.
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