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(Halo) The Arbiter's OTHER Punishment (M/M, non consensual)

Grub2517

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Think of the Arbiter’s branding scene from Halo 2… I was thinking, there was quite the transition between the second and third scene. During the armor removal he is still at least standing on his own, binders at his head level, then next scene his arms are held high as he hangs limp with no will left. What could've happened between?


Charred beyond recognition the former supreme commander’s armor was ripped off and fell to the ground, piece by piece. Tatarus was surprised that the late Vadamee had withstood his torture so well. They were coming up to the final act but the chieftain was still unsatisfied… the incompitent hadn’t begged for his mercy, he hadn’t truly broken yet. Tatarus got a glint in his eye, he wouldn’t brand him just yet, he would beg for all to see. The commander’s undersuit was finally torn apart exposing the naked body underneath, the Sangheili looked so much weaker without their bulky armor he mused. Thel watched as Tatarus began to advance making his hearts jump slightly… he hadn’t seen the infamous brand of shame yet but he knew it was just a matter of time. In that moment though Tatarus was still coming towards him… slowly, vindictively circling as he surveyed his defenseless body. He finally stepped in behind the Sangheili, whispering to him in the most dreadful of voices.
“You will beg. I will make you plead for mercy as the whole covenant watches you…”
Thel responded with the same cold stoicism that he had before.
“You… you will not be entertained… by me…”
Tatarus gruffed in confidence, that wouldn’t last long.
“Heretic scum…”
Thel braced himself, ready for more excruciating pain... he was instead caught totally off guard as Tatarus started to drag the tips of his claws through his underarms. The sensation made his body jerk and quiver, Tatarus smirking at the action as the Sangheili again yanked futily at his restraints. He moved down a little farther keeping things slow for now, this wasn’t about making him shriek and scream like a grunt; this was about control, slowly and agonizingly draining the commander’s resolve from him. He stayed deathly silent for now, as did the rest of the onlookers, fighting with every ounce of will he had to hold the laughter inside… this was just the first stage of the game. The delicate tracing rapidly became more torturous prodding and clawing, the sensations dancing around his midsection and never letting him focus on a single point. Unconventional as this was, it was also very amusing to watch the stoic commander slowly lose control, knowing he was only delaying the inevitable. As the claws moved back up towards his arms he knew the battle was lost… indeed he burst into a deep throated laughter as he swung his body uselessly back and forth. He again tried twisting his arms out of the restraints but they hardly moved, every synapse in his brain was trying to find some way to escape the inescapable. As Tatarus continued the thrashing was admittedly getting annoying, he gestured to one of his brutes.
“Raise the restraints.”
There was no emotion in his voice, just cold authority. Thel was visibly shaken as the shackles raised high above his head, dragging him up with them until his hoofs just barely touched the platform with his arms fully outstretched. He had virtually no movement now, his entire body fully open to torment. Beyond that, just the humiliation of being here… the former supreme commander now stripped of everything, hanging on display for all to see, rendered completely helpless to a brute of all things, was nearly insufferable. And of course he knew it would get a whole lot worse… his resolve, his honor, his being was fading away. The sensations ceased for a moment, only for Thel to have both feet yanked from under him and held firmly between furry knees. Hanging by his arms like this was genuinely painful, but it didn’t compare to the dread he was feeling as he realized Tatarus’s intention. His mind was seized by sensation again as the claws went to work, incessant struggling only serving to drain the last of his strength. Finally his will was gone, his last shreds of honor and devotion disappearing in his pathetic cries
“M- mercy!! Have mercy I beg!”
“What?”
“Stahahahp!! Stop pleaaaase!!”
Now that he had what he wanted Tatarus finally backed off. The assault left Thel broken and hopeless, hanging from his shackles without enough strength to even raise his head. Tatarus walked back to the edge, holding the charred helmet in his hand as he shouted more crap that Thel didn’t even bother to listen to. Finally he threw the helmet down, metal clunking on the ground as the angry red iron rose to meet Tatarus’s hand… the true punishment was yet to come.
 
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