Sherlock BBC Prompting Meme

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Prompting: Part XIII
Giggles at the Palace
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Please check the Sticky Post to find the newest active part and post your prompts there.

Prompts from this post can be filled on the Overflow Post



GENERAL GUIDELINES
+Anon posting is most definitely allowed, but not required.
+All kinds of fills are accepted! Fic, art, vids, cosplay, interpretive dance--whatever. Go wild! :D
+Keep things neat! Read prompts before you post to see if something similar has already been done, and while you are encouraged to prompt as much as you like, try to fill as well.
+Please do not re-post prompts unless the last time they were prompted was on an older part. Simply put: ONE posting of each prompt per part.
+Until further notice, RPF (real person fic, i.e. fic involving the actors themselves) is not supported at this meme.
+Depending on the rate of activity, there may or may not be a prompt freeze when a part reaches 2000 and 4500 comments.
+However, there will be one when it reaches 7000. Also at 7000, a new part will be posted, and all prompting should happen on the new part.
+Multiple fills are encouraged! :) Just because a prompt has already been claimed or written by someone, do not be afraid to offer up a second fill.

THE FILLED PROMPTS POST
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RE: OFFENSIVELY WORDED PROMPTS
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Think before you prompt about the way you are asking. It isn’t difficult, and it will only take a minute or so of your time. I also urge you to consider warning not just for triggery prompts, but also for fills, because some people will be viewing in flat view.

That said...
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This is a kink meme. As such, there will be prompts that could offend you in a number of different ways. Not every prompt will have a trigger warning, and not every prompt will rub you the right way. If you have an issue with a specific prompt, feel free to bring it up in a discussion that takes place off the meme. However, flaming will not be tolerated regardless of origin.
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dildochair NON-CON reprompt

Not OP. But shouldn't this be filled??


virgin!Holmes gets kidnapped and tied onto this chair:

http://www.raeuberinnen.ch/userfiles/file/Pictures/DildoChair_0186.jpg

make it a bigger dildo and make him suffer.

Re: dildochair NON-CON reprompt

(Anonymous)
I still have the original prompt bookmarked, so very seconded.

Re: dildochair NON-CON reprompt

(Anonymous)
that's hot. seconded.

Re: dildochair NON-CON reprompt

O__O
Just... what.
I never knew I wanted this until you came by and re-prompted this.

Re: dildochair NON-CON reprompt

(Anonymous)
That picture made me LOL. But yes this should indeed be filled!

FILL: Venice (1/?)

(Anonymous)
Sherlock congratulated himself. His studies of Europe’s best-known places turned out to be useful again. He had always thought about Venice as an interesting place. At first he had concluded that a city in which you have to use boats constantly was just stupid, but he fell in love with its complicated map. He was on his seventh visit in Venice and it was the first time he went there for a case. There had been an idiotic art collector who had stored a twenty million pounds worth sculpture in a house with a ridiculous security system. Of course, it had been stolen and they had asked Sherlock to solve the case.

The case hadn’t sound interesting, but Lestrade had locked Sherlock out for at least four weeks after a minor incident. In Sherlock’s opinion. Baker Street had been empty and boring too, because John had promised Sarah to manage the surgery while she was on holiday. So the doctor worked full-time and did significant hours of overtime. And he hadn’t even thought about Sherlock’s suggestion to go to Venice together.

“Sherlock, I promised that she can relax for ten days. She relies on me, the patients rely on me. I’m in charge and I can’t leave now,” he had explained. “I’m usually the most terrible locum you can hire. I don’t have to explain why. I want to prove that I’m able to do this. That’s it. No cases for ten days.”

“We could work at night,” Sherlock had suggested. “There’s no need to worry, you don’t even want her to be your girlfriend anymore.”

John hadn’t liked Sherlock’s arguments and had gone to bed early. Sherlock had sulked for a few hours and finally accepted the Venetian case, even if it had been to give John the cold shoulder. He had decided not to send John any texts during his absence. John had wanted the surgery, he should have it.

The theft itself had been incredibly dull, but it had taken him a surprisingly huge amount of time to figure out how they had been able to remove the sculpture unseen. It was way too large and heavy to transport it without several helpers and a crane. He even needed to do some research about boats to find out how they had managed. After he found out about how it had been done, it was child’s play to find out who had done it. Now he was storming towards his target, a palazzo close to Piazza San Marco. He thought that the thieves must feel very secure to stay in such a public place. It took him some time to reach the entrance, because it was very well hidden nevertheless.

Sherlock was so used of his armed friend by now that he ignored the appropriate carefulness. He suddenly remembered when he found himself surrounded by six men who didn’t hesitate grabbing him. There was no John this time. Sherlock struggled as hard as he could, but that only earned him a stiff kick to his solar plexus which knocked all air out off him. They took advantage of his desperate gasps and pressed a wet cloth on his face. He tried to pretend to be unconscious immediately, but they saw through it and held the cloth in place. His world went black and he didn’t notice that they carried him into the house.

He woke slowly and blinked a few times until he was able to see properly again. He lay on his stomach and it throbbed, but nothing seemed to be seriously damaged; the kick had been hard, but not hard enough to do serious harm. They had tied his wrists on his back, interestingly by using some sort of leather shackles with soft linings. He found out that they had closed them with additional locks; he wasn’t able to open them and they were too tightly closed to slip them. He finally realized that he lay on top of a huge desk. His ankles were bound too, but they had parted his legs and each ankle was secured to a corner of the desk. He swallowed when he noticed that he was naked.

The room was dimly lit, he assumed that he was alone until a man emerged from the corner and left. Sherlock felt still slowed down by the drug. His survey of the room and his situation was still incomplete when the man returned accompanied by a tall, beautiful woman who showed a wide smile.

“Good evening, Sherlock,” she greeted him. “I’m allowed to call you Sherlock? You don’t mind, do you?”

“Miss Adler, I suppose,” he answered.

Re: FILL: Venice (1/?)

O__O

OMG! Sherlock/Irene non-con fic...
This is beyond awesome. You are so having my first born baby, nonnie.

Re: FILL: Venice (1/?)

(Anonymous)
Oooohh. Very promising so far.

Oh my goodness - set in MY FAVORITE PLACE IN THE WORLD. Yay!

Re: FILL: Venice (1/?)

(Anonymous)
Squee! I'm hooked.

FILL: Venice (2a/?)

(Anonymous)
Thanks for your lovely comments. I'll try to go on quickly. :)

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“Irene Adler,” she replied with a small bow. “I was told that you were hired to find the sculpture and I was sure that you’ll be able to track me down. So I decided to be prepared. You were terribly fast, I haven’t expected that. But I had expected you to bring your companion.”

“Why don’t you just kill me? Your explanations bore me to death,” he interfered.

She laughed softly, but didn’t reply; she moved out of his field of vision. He could hear her opening a drawer; nervousness crept through his body. He had already known that she didn’t want to kill him. He’d be already dead in that case. But he didn’t understand what his current situation was for. He felt vulnerable and insecure. Only Mycroft and Mummy knew him naked, even John had never seen him fully exposed. He was ... he didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared. He tried to turn around, but the henchman held him down with a hard grip. Sherlock stopped fighting and lowered his face to the dark wood again. The fingers didn’t leave him alone and they had their reasons, because Sherlock started to yell and struggle when he suddenly felt gloved fingers which rubbed cold gel across his cleft.

Nobody had ever touched him there. This time he fought with all of his strength. A second henchman emerged and helped to hold him down. They forced his bound wrists upwards which caused too much pain in his shoulders to go on. He kept still then, but screamed from the top of his lungs to leave him alone. More and more gel was added and the fingers stroked across his anus.

“Relax, this doesn’t have to be painful,” she murmured and pressed a finger inside.

Sherlock didn’t want to relax; he wanted to kill her and he didn’t want anything to enter his body in such a way. He stiffened as hard as he could to keep her out, but it wasn’t enough. The finger entered him nevertheless and it felt like he was torn apart.

“It’s your fault,” she said. “I tried to give you a soothing conversation before, you declined.”

“Fuck you,” he hissed.

“I was sure that you’re no ladies’ man, but I had never assumed to find out that you’re nobody’s man,” she chuckled. “This is a virgin arse, isn’t it? Tell me.”

“Fuck you,” he yelled again.

“Just a simple ‘yes’ is enough. No need to be ashamed,” she told him and used her second hand to squeeze his balls.

Sherlock screamed; a finger in his arse and bloody fingernails which tried to destroy his balls were too much. The pain was unbearable. He suppressed any tears and managed a raspy “Yes”.

“That wasn’t hard, you see. Oh, he’s blushing, isn’t that nice? Have you ever stuck your nice cock into someone else? Have you ever allowed someone else to touch you? You didn’t. I just know it. Tell me,” she went on.

Another squeeze to his balls and Sherlock shook his head. He wanted John, Mycroft, Lestrade, anyone to enter and end this now. He could always survive a beating or a bullet, but he wasn’t able to endure this treatment. Sexuality has never been a part of his life; he has never been interested in it and what she did to him now brought him close to a breakdown.

“A real virgin. So cute” she said. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you how good it can be.”

Her fingers left his balls, but she started to penetrate his arse now; he hated the feeling and wasn’t able to relax enough to make it less painful.

FILL: Venice (2b/?)

(Anonymous)
“I plan to have some hours of fun with you,” she explained. “I’ve always wanted to meet you in person. I follow your work for a few years now. It’s necessary to stay informed in my business. You’re an adequate opponent. Nobody was ever able to track me down before. I’m impressed. My flight is already planned. The sculpture is in a secure place and I’ll leave the country in about ten hours. So there’s enough time left to prove that I’m an adequate opponent too. I won’t kill you; I won’t even hurt you physically. I just want to prove a point.”

He needed a few seconds to concentrate until he was able to answer. “How you stole it already proved that you’re good. No need to do this.”

“Thank you, I love compliments,” she smiled. “I’ll be so good to you in return.”

Sherlock started to yell at her again when another finger was pressed inside. He felt his anus loosen around it, but he would never accept what she did to him. She slapped his buttocks a few times and gestured a henchman to get something out of the drawer. Sherlock wasn’t able to keep them from pressing a huge ball gag between his lips. Hands grabbed his curls and forced him to be still until the gag was securely locked behind his head.

“That’s better. You don’t want to insult me; you want me to go on. You don’t know yet, but you’ll beg me for more later, little one,” she told him, her evil grin perfectly audible.

Sherlock bit down on the gag. Yelling had been his last possibility to stay reasonably composed. Now he could only bite the rubber, close his eyes and pretend he wasn’t there. But her fingers inside of him made sure he wasn’t able to. His whole body clenched when her fingers started to stroke his prostate; he knew immediately what she did, his knowledge of anatomy was remarkable, but a part of him didn’t want to realize. The most alarming result was his hardening cock. He knew that it was only a reaction to mechanical stimulation, it didn’t mean that he’d enjoy it; but he hated his body for betraying him.

“Lock at that. Doesn’t it feel good? You should ask your doctor to do it for you. He’d be good at it, I suppose,” she said. “Your cock is beautiful. Let’s see if I can make you come, wouldn’t you like that?”

Sherlock shook his head furiously; he wanted to ignore her, but he had to fight her nevertheless. And a part of him was ready to beg her to stop yet. He didn’t want to admit his weakness, but he couldn’t stand that for long, especially not with her henchmen holding him down and observing. She grabbed his cock which was trapped between his stomach and the desk and stroked it firmly. He fought it, he really tried, he tried to concentrate on corpses, on John, injured after their meeting with Moriarty, on ... on ... He tried so hard, but he could feel that unknown pressure in his balls and knew he wouldn’t make it. An immense tremor moved through his body when he finally climaxed. He screamed and sobbed; she didn’t let go of him and worked him until he finally stopped fidgeting around.

Her laughter was high-pitched, almost a little girl’s laughter. “You dirty boy, what a mess. Luckily, this isn’t my desk; I’d have to punish you otherwise. You came so hard; you must wake with a hard-on every day, don’t you?”

Sherlock just lay there, limp and shaking, he cried. He hoped, she’d just go now, but his inner clock worked as good as ever. It told him that she hadn’t tortured him for more than an hour and she had spoken about ten hours. Someone had to miss him. Would John call Mycroft? He hadn’t texted him all day. Maybe John would be worried after he went home? Had Mycroft sent someone to keep an eye on him here?

“Ah, ah, don’t sleep. Answer my question,” she insisted and added pressure to his balls again.

Sherlock was back to his current situation in an instant. It had been a distraction to think about John, Mycroft, home, but it didn’t work while that fucking bitch squeezed his balls. He didn’t want to play her game, but it was too much pain to ignore it. He shook his head.

“Never? Poor boy! I’ll help you catching up,” she whispered.

FILL: Venice (2c/?)

(Anonymous)
He started to count the scratches on the desk’s wooden surface. Distraction, he just needed another distraction, something which helped him leaving the room, something which made sure, that he won’t be insane. He winced and whined when she put her fingers back inside, two of them, three some minutes later. She fucked him deeply and widened his muscle further. He didn’t even pretend not to cry anymore. She knew it anyway.

“This is for your own good, little one. I have something special for you. You won’t survive it without a loose hole. You’ll love it. Your body tells me that it wants to be fucked. You need it, you need a large cock in your arse,” she sounded amused and pleased with herself.

The fucking went on and on until she finally pulled her fingers out. She made a satisfied sound and slapped his buttocks a few times. The henchmen got orders in Italian. They untied Sherlock’s ankles and lifted him up. They let him stand, but held him in place too; his legs were too weak to carry him. Sherlock looked down on himself, his stomach was covered in semen and ... he gasped when he looked further down.

“Ha, brilliant,” she laughed. “Brilliant. You didn’t even notice.”

Sherlock’s face changed into a deeper shade of red. His pubic hair was gone, all of it.

“I like my ... hm ... toys soft, I shaved you while you’re unconscious. And ... ha ... it’s almost too good to be true, you had an enema too. I wanted you clean for me. You don’t mind, do you? Don’t look like that; you’re only angry that I don’t do it now. You want to know what it feels like. You dirty boy. I pressed so much water inside, you got a little tummy,” she beamed with joy.

Another order to her henchmen and they turned him around. She pushed her fingers inside again and made sure that his muscle didn’t close. Sherlock barely screamed. To know what she had done to him during his unconsciousness made it even worse. He would never know what she did in detail. Maybe she did even worse things.

“You’re dead, Irene Adler,” he thought. “You’re already dead.”

“Enough,” she cooed and pulled out.

She patted his back and led them to a door which had been hidden behind a tapestry.

“Time for your little surprise. You arse is so eager, you’ll love it.”

Re: FILL: Venice (2c/?)

(Anonymous)
HOLY SHIIIIT, THE HOTNESS IT KILLS ME!

please tell me there will be pegging, oh please oh please

FILL: Venice (3a/?)

(Anonymous)
Sherlock tried to struggle, but he was already weak, the drug still slowed him down. They dragged him across the room and pushed him through the door until they stood in front of a chair which ...

No, that was impossible. Sherlock didn’t realize that he held his breath. He gasped when they pulled him towards the chair and started to force him down. The chair looked like a centuries old model, but it had a clearly modern item in the middle of its seat, a huge black dildo. Now he understood why she had opened him up that much. That thing was too large, it would split him. He kicked and resisted as much as he could, she needed four of her men to overpower him. He stilled when he felt the dildo’s head in his entrance. He allowed them to push him further, too scared that he’d be seriously injured if he’d struggle now.

“That’s a good boy. Take it, little one. All the way,” she praised him.

It was still impossible for him to believe that something obscenely large could fit into him, but it obviously worked, because he felt the chair’s cushion on his buttocks soon later. Three of them held him while the fourth man shackled his ankles to the chair legs. He added three wide leather straps too. One went around Sherlock’s shoulders, the second around his waist, the third strap connected his thighs to the chair firmly. Sherlock tested his bound wrists again and again, but it was futile. He wouldn’t escape without help.

That thing inside of him ... it felt horrible.

“Oh yes, how sexy you are,” she cooed.

She sent her men away and stood in front of him like a child who just got a birthday present.

“Oh, of course, how rude. I’ll clean you up in a second. I should have noticed, you’re such a mess,” she said and went to get a wet cloth.

He wanted to flinch away, but the restraints and the ... dildo inside of him made it impossible.

“Such a good boy, so good,” she sounded so pleased, she almost sang her words. “You’ll get a reward soon. You love that cock, don’t you?”

Never before had Sherlock felt such a huge urge to kill someone. He needed all of his strength to stay somewhat composed. She wiped his tears away and he managed not to cry again immediately, but he had no idea how long he was able to stand it. The gag didn’t suppress his scream when she straddled him; her weight pressed him further down.

“Greedy,” she said. “You’ll get more soon. But now I want you to listen. I’m Irene Adler and I’m as good as you at least. Let me think about it. It seems to me that I’m better than you. Think about what I did to your arse, what I’m doing to it now. Your eyes tell me that you feel it too. The great Sherlock Holmes, a crying little piggy.”

“Don’t listen, you’ll kill her, she’ll be dead soon. Don’t listen, you’ll kill her, she’ll be dead soon. Don’t listen, you’ll kill her, she’ll be dead soon...,” Sherlock thought. It didn’t let him forget his situation, but it was a start.

She slapped him and got up, because she realized that he had found a way to escape.

“No, you’ll stay right here,” she said and grabbed his balls again. The pain was too intense to be able to sustain an illusion. He opened his eyes again and saw her evil grin in front of him, sadly too far away for a headbutt. She went to a small table and fetched a remote.

“I wanted you to try my chair, now I want you to learn more about its special equipment,” she teased. “You can have option one, two or three, your decision. I’d highly recommend one or two.”

Sherlock didn’t intent to answer. It would earn him another go on his balls, but he couldn’t give in. He had to resist. He just had to. He felt that his mental health depended on it.

“No choice? Pity. I’ll choose for you. Let me think about it. It’s ‘three’ then.”

She pressed a button on the remote and Sherlock immediately felt a pulsing buzz deep inside of his body. It was unpleasant, but not painful so far. That changed as soon as she pressed another button. His whole body shook and his guts seemed to twist inside of him, he thought he’d lose his mind, the pain was unbearable. He screamed, the gag wasn’t able to suppress it. He even drowned her stupid giggle. A faint started to form inside of his head, he tried to embrace it, a safe place to hide, but she made it stop to soon.

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