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forcefem JE, heavy on the drugging of Jon!! Elias manhandling Jon into various positions while taking photos and calling her pretty, Jon just moaning because his head is so fuzzy

Ask and ye shall receive, under the cut for length because this got long. You also get two POVs for extra fun.

“I just don’t know what’s going on Elias it’s all so-,”

When Elias had slipped a little sedative into the little bit of wine Jon had agreed to drink, he hadn’t expected it to have such a quick effect. To have his poor Archivist collapse quite that fast, in the middle of a sentence no less. He supposed his Archivist had been forgetting to eat again, silly little thing that it was. He could see the poor thing’s eyes going hazy as its words trailed off, swaying before going limp. Luckily that did give Elias just enough time to guide his Archivist onto the couch, to slump against the pillows there, a bit of drool trickling out of the corner of her mouth.

“You really should take better care of yourself Jon, maybe actually leave at night,” Elias said with a fond smile, taking hold of her chin to examine her face. Frowning slightly at the heavy dark circles beneath her eyes, evidence that she was certainly still overdoing it. Not that he minded his Archivist’s workaholic tendencies for the most part, but sometimes he wished he could convince her to leave at a decent hour. Perhaps he would try inviting her to dinner after work, she could hardly return to work after, though knowing his Archivist, she just might.

“I really should remove that awful cot you’ve placed in document storage, or at least improve it, I doubt it’s conducive to a good night’s rest.” Jon predictably did not respond, even as Elias released her chin to slide his arms under her, lifting her limp form far too easily as he carried her , into the guest bedroom. Dead to the world his Archivist didn’t react to being placed on the bed, nor to being stripped naked, clothes folded carefully on the dresser. Elias paused to admire his creation, the lack of clothes revealing the changes that she had come to seek Elias’s advice about, unaware of the cause.

“Really you can be such a blind little thing at times, and far too trusting, I’m surprised more people haven’t taken advantage of that.” She was going to be so very pretty his Archivist once he was done with her, and so much happier, even if right now she was distressed. The changes were pretty far along now, already her growing breasts were getting hard to hide, fitting comfortably in his hands as he stroked them. He couldn’t resist squeezing, watching her brow furrow a bit, as she squirmed, the drugs still heavy in her system, keeping her asleep.

Elias stepped to the dresser pulling out a simple make-up kit, his Archivist didn’t need much, but a few touches here and there hid the marks of too-little sleep. Poor thing, Elias loved how she couldn’t stop searching for answers, but she really did need to start sleeping more. Maybe instead of dinner he would start bringing her a little something extra, on nights she stayed at work late. If she found herself collapsing at work more often perhaps she would take the hint, and actually go home, though he doubted it. She would probably just collapse in her office if he drugged her, he’d have to carry her to the cot, hardly a burden, but not the intended outcome. Setting aside the brush he admired his work, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, like a proud parent.

“So vulnerable, completely helpless, just a beautiful doll,” His thoughts and words were interrupted as Jon mumbled softly, squirming in her sleep. Reminding him that he did have a plan to fulfill right now, no need to make future plans just yet. Focusing on his current plan he grabbed the clothing he had prepared from the closet, a rather childish ruffled garment that he knew she would find mortifying. Once she was dressed he paused again, taking in the sight.

“Such a lovely girl, pretty as a picture.” Speaking of which, he didn’t know how much longer his pet would appear in standard film, but that was fine, a polaroid camera would work just as well if necessary. One of these days he would really like to have a portrait done of her, perhaps more than one. One he could hand at the Institute, and one for his private residence. Now though he settled for normal photographs, which he had to admit made things easier, but it just wasn’t quite the same.

“Would you like that lovely? A beautiful portrait to hang in your domain? Give some light to that dingy office?” As was expected there was no response even as he adjusted her position, posing her artfully. It was so easy, posing her like a lovely doll, each photo becoming more…risqué as he worked. It was as he was pushing the flimsy fabric up, bunching it around her hips that Jon started to slightly stir for the first time since she had collapsed. Elias paused for a moment, before continuing to pose her, hands roving over her body as he liked ignoring the little whimpers she made as he pushed and prodded, watching her face carefully to see the moment she awoke. When her eyes finally flicked open, still clouded with what Elias had given her, he could see a faint tinge of panic, such a lovely sight.

“Oh sweet girl it’s fine, I’m here,” With barely an effort Elias slipped into her thoughts, they were confused and muddled, barely coherent. Delicious fear was swirling through her as she realized she couldn’t move, her attempts to speak only resulting slurred whines. It was with hardly a thought that Elias slid the image of her current appearance into her mind, showing her how pretty she looked.

~~~~~~Jon~~~~~

Something was wrong.

Jon tried to react to the hands grasping and shifting him, instinctively trying to struggle but his limbs felt like they were weighted down. An odd click came from somewhere nearby, a camera, he thought vaguely, before the hands were on him again. As the hands withdrew he managed to barely open his eyes, the world around him an unfocused blur. His brain felt like someone had liquefied it, letting it drip out of his ears until there was nothing left but empty space. He tried so hard to remember what happened, he vaguely remembered talking to Elias. Remembers agreeing to have a drink then…nothing.

Elias’s recognizable voice pierced the growing panic, though his words were muddled and made no sense. Jon tried to respond, but his tongue refused to respond, his words coming out as slurred nonsense. As he tried to talk, the blurry world around him slid away replaced with an image that part of him knew he wasn’t actually seeing. It was, well Jon didn’t have the coherence to truly deny that seeing herself himself like that wasn’t appealing to something that he usually kept buried deep. He could see the shock on his own face, what looked like his face anyway, for the most part. He didn’t look in the mirror often preferring in fact to avoid it, so maybe he just hadn’t realized the changes, had affected his face as well as his body. Like this, seeing only his upper half, well if he hadn’t known innately that it was in fact him, well he might have, that is to say…

“You do make a very pretty girl Jon.” Elias’s voice was soft, Jon could feel his warm breath against his ear, his hands roving over his body. The world was slowly coalescing his thoughts still fuzzy, still confused, but Elias’s words were no longer nonsense, or well they were, but they were understandable, even if they made no sense.

“Now Jon, come now let’s be honest with ourselves, I mean just look at yourself,” Jon’s thoughts were suddenly drowned in the certainty that Elias was right, that she was lying to herself images of her supine form flashing through her head. Perhaps if she was lucid she could have rejected thoughts as foreign, but her brain had no concrete thoughts to hold onto. It didn’t help that Elias had shifted his attention, which was now being payed to her chest. Squirming as the sensation spread through her, unable to bite back a whine as she felt Elias tug on her nipples, which had recently become so sore. It was overwhelming, and Jon couldn’t do anything other than moan as her body was played with like a toy. He continued to abuse her breasts latching onto one teeth and tongue making Jon yelp, which trailed off into a low moan as her body shook.

“Good girl,” Jon could feel her face heat up, and while it barely showed on her dark skin, part of her knew the effect of his words had not gone unnoticed. Elias’s mouth left her chest as he pulled away, and Jon heard the click of the camera again. She tried to hide her face to do anything, but her limbs remained out of her control, and Elias ignored her whines. It was exhausting, fighting against whatever was in her system, her thoughts fragmenting the more she tried.

“I do wonder how much you’ll remember,” Elias was talking again, and Jon tried to keep focus on his words, horror spreading through her at the implication. Jon tried once more to do more than squirm, but it was not use. Elias’s hands returned to her body, possessively roaming over it as he spoke. Jon had to admit to herself that he knew what he was doing, playing her body like a cheap whistle, arousal combined with horror at the violation. Her hips were twitching of their own volition begging Elias to touch her there as well, despite what little remained of her conscious mind’s objections.

“Such an insatiable pretty little thing,” Elias seemed to take pity, sliding a hand between her legs. She could practically see how amused he was that she was already hard, which was only natural. That didn’t stop the mortification underlying her arousal, reminding herself once again that this was wrong. A thought that fled just as quickly as Elias began to stroke her with one hand while the click of the camera told her he was getting every moment of her humiliation.

“You look so pretty on camera, my lovely girl.” Perhaps it was that thought specifically, though she would never admit it, that pushed her over the edge her whole body shuddering, the camera clicking away. That Elias had proof that she was…she was this easy, and she wasn’t even sure it was the first time. That he he had irrefutable proof of what she was, and that he could show anyone. But the worst part is that Elias didn’t stop, pushing her into over-stimulation quickly, her thoughts rushing out of her brain once more. She whined, unable to ask him to stop, and knowing he wouldn’t until he was satisfied and the camera continued to click.