Hallucination Joe/Sara noncon

Sara is reluctant to go to bed when she returns to her room. The day has been long and the attractions have left her exhausted, but the fear of seeing the ghoulish specter of Joe fills her heart with dread. She half-considers asking Keiji to stay with her again, particularly when she sees him lingering near her room out of the corner of her eye. He's watching her carefully, but his concern, ironically, convinces her to simply smile and tell him good night.

As she fears, he's there when she opens her eyes, his hand already creeping toward her throat.

"Ah, you're awake."

No, she isn't. This is just another nightmare.

"A nightmare? That's cold, Sara." Joe's fingers are cold as they snake around her throat. "Your best friend comes back to see you after you kill him and this is how you react?"

She hears his knuckles crack softly, but his grip feels like he'll snap her neck with the slightest movement.

Wait, where is his other hand touching?

"Huh. I never noticed because you're such a tomboy, but your tits are pretty big."

Sara is so startled by his words that she stops squirming in his grasp. Mercifully, Joe removes his hand from her neck, giving her a chance to breathe. Unfortunately, she freezes up when she feels his hand push itself up her shirt. His hands still feel like ice, so it doesn't take long for goosebumps to form on her skin.

"What the hell are you doing!?" is all she can manage to say as he takes her nipple between his fingers while his other hand pushes her shirt up. Joe's only response is to give her nipple a twist, eliciting a gasp of pain from her. Once his left hand has ensured her chest is fully exposed, it moves down to give attention to her other breast, massaging it gently. If not for the coldness of Joe's skin, it might even feel nice. Sensual, even.

Nevertheless, Sara's mind tells her not to get distracted, and soon she regains her voice.

"Joe... What would Ryoko say if she saw this?"

Joe stops moving, and for a split second, Sara thinks that maybe she's gotten through to him. It isn't long before her hopes are dashed, however. The air around him shifts, and though he lowers his head so she can't see his face, Sara can tell that he is angry.

"It doesn't really matter what Ryoko thinks anymore." He growls, causing her to shudder. "I can't interact with her ever again thanks to you. I can't hold her hand, I can't kiss her, and I certainly can't do something like this with her."

Before Sara can think of a reply that isn't just "I'm sorry", Joe's hands swiftly and roughly move to her skirt, pulling it and her underwear down in one motion. Sara feels his nails scratch her hips as he does so, and though her mind keeps screaming at her to fight back, the most she can bring herself to do is try to move away from him.

"Aww, you can't hit me, can you, Sara?" Joe's voice drips with honey-sweetness. "You're so kind. Where was that concern for my wellbeing during the Main Game?"

Sara winces, and Joe reaches out to stroke her cheek.

"Geez, Sara, don't give me that look. You're still my best friend." Joe's voice softens, but all it does is fill Sara's gut with more dread. "I promise, this is gonna feel REALLY good."

That's the only warning Sara gets before Joe inserts his fingers.

Something that feels like tiny nails stab at her insides. It's clear that Joe hadn't clipped his before his death. Sara resumes squirming, but Joe simply twirls his fingers around inside her, and she can't tell if he's being careless or deliberate.

Eventually, she begins to feel something resembling pleasure, but it's not enough to drown out the pain from having Joe's nails brushing against her.

"You're breathing pretty heavily, Sara." Joe snickers. "I must be doing a pretty good job."
"It's... not that." Sara's protests feel weak, even to herself. "I just... haven't done that in awhile."

Her face grows hotter. Joe's been her friend for quite some time now, but there's always been an understanding that there are certain things they don't talk about. Even with Ryoko, Sara only talks about it when there's no risk of parents walking in.

Joe shifts his weight so that he's directly over her and stares down, and Sara wishes she could see his face clearly.

"It still feels good though, right?"
"No!" She says before she can stop herself. "It doesn't feel good at all."

Joe simply laughs.

"Pretty bold words from someone so wet that she hasn't even noticed I already put it in."

Sara blinks at him. Then she glances around her. She sees both of Joe's arms have moved to either side of her head, but she also still feels something that no longer feels like fingers inside of her. Even before she realizes the implications, her body begins shaking. She tries to look at the wall, only for Joe to grab her chin and tilt her head downward. When he moves his arm away, she shuts her eyes.

"No, Sara. Don't avert your eyes." Joe's voice becomes commanding, and she opens her eyes despite herself. "Look at what's happening to you and look at who's doing it."

Though the room is dark, she can still see where hers and Joe's body are now connected.

"Ta-da! Congrats on becoming a woman, Sara!" Joe chirps.
"Take it out." is all she can bring herself to say as her mind tries to recover from the shock. "Please take it out."

"No can do." Joe shakes his head casually, and for some reason, this makes Sara angry. She tries to pull herself up the bed, causing Joe to start slipping out of her momentarily. Unfortunately, her defiance is short lived; Joe grabs her hips and slams all the way into her, eliciting a cry of pain.

"Ah-ah-ah." Joe's tone remains relaxed, but Sara can hear something cruel and violent creeping in. "I was going to be slow and gentle, but if you REALLY want to do this the hard way, I guess I can indulge you."

He starts slowly, but it doesn't take long for his thrusts to turn rough. She tries to get free, but Joe simply pushes her legs up to further restrict her movement, pounding into her at a quickening pace. Even when she tries wiggling with her arms, he stops her with just a few words.

"Sara, I'm your best friend, right?"

She doesn't answer, and he doesn't let her.

"Then you'll let me do this."

"Joe, I..." Her voice trails off, but Joe continues talking.

"Don't worry, you won't get pregnant. Dead men can't make babies, after all."

His words, along with the fact Sara can feel her body closing in on an orgasm, bring tears to her eyes.

"Oh ho!" Joe sounds amused. "This far into being raped and you're only just now starting to cry? You've either got a high tolerance for pain, or you're enjoying this."

All Sara can do is shake her head with fervor, but all Joe does is laugh.

Sara doesn't know how many times she comes during the night. She only barely registers when Joe finally pulls out. She hears him let out a sigh, but refuses to turn to look at him, trying to shift her weight so she can't see him at all. She deserved what he did to her (didn't she?), but she still couldn't work up the nerve to actually look at him.

"Yeesh, Sara. You look like hell." He talks nonchalantly, as though he hadn't just spent the past few hours violating her.
"Please, just leave." She croaks, her voice sore.
"Hmm...." Joe hums to himself, seemingly debating what to do next. "Oh, right! I forgot."

Sara flinches as she feels Joe's hands grab her head, forcing her to look his way as he slams his lips to hers. The kiss itself is more of a mockery of affection than anything sensual, but Sara's heart still skips a beat and she can't help but feel almost disappointed when he pulls away.

"Sorry, sorry!" Joe chuckles. "It's normally supposed to be the other way around, huh."

He drops her back onto the bed like a rag doll before he starts to rearrange her clothes.

"I promise tomorrow night will be better."



When Sara wakes the next morning, she tries to tell herself that it was nothing more than a nightmare. Even so, she feels sore and has trouble walking. She can tell the others are suspicious, but she claims to have hit the chair when she got up while half-asleep.

She's almost too scared to go to bed that night, but exhaustion makes her fall asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. Even so, she refuses to open her eyes. If she focuses on willing it away, perhaps she can pretend that the previous night never happened.

Something wet and slimy begins to slide along her folds. Startled, she begins to push her legs together, closing in on someone's face.

"Aww, come on Sara." Joe's voice is annoyed, yet strangely fond. "I heard girls like receiving oral sex."
"You're not real." Sara murmurs, trying to ignore the tongue that is still licking and poking inside of her. "This isn't happening."

It takes a moment for her to realize something is off.

Sara opens her eyes and turns to her right. Joe is lying next to her, his face just inches from hers. Yet she can still feel someone between her legs. With trembling hands, she throws the blanket off of her and looks down.

"Oh, is something the matter, Miss Sara?"
"Nothing's wrong, Mishima. Sara's just nervous."

Mishima's severed head is remarkably polite, asking if he's done something wrong.

"Would you prefer that I give it a try, Miss Sara?"

Blood drips onto the bed from Kai's wrists even before he climbs into it. He gently strokes Sara's cheek, leaving more of his blood on her face. He grabs her chin and gives her a soft kiss. It would almost feel romantic if not for the fact that now blood was on his face as well.

"Technically, Mishima's death wasn't your fault, but it seemed a little unfair to leave him out." Joe laughs. "Did you like the surprise?"

Sara shuts her eyes, trying once more to will everything away.

"I told you to look me in the eye, Sara."

She tries to pretend she can't hear the sound of Joe and Kai unbuckling their belts.

"Well, if you don't want to acknowledge this, Miss Sara, then perhaps you'd prefer your body to do the speaking?"

Though she can't see his face, Sara has the strange feeling that Kai is making an ugly smile that doesn't suit him at all.

Even so, Sara refuses to open her eyes. Joe sighs and lets the subject drop.

"If you want to make it a test of endurance, then a test of endurance it'll be."