“I think I fucking like this.” He wrapped the remains of the chain about her wrists and knotted it.
Tying knots in chain was… she decided on reflection, scary. How strong was he?
She was strong but could never have beaten her two beasters in a wrestle. Now, she was completely outdone. She twisted her wrists and the knots held.
“To get loose, you’ll have to beg, pretty one.” The tease in that voice. The fact he suggested it said she could still rely on him to be moderately trustworthy. Plus, being made to beg sounded yummy.
Cyn sighed…
Her leggings were slowly drawn down to the crease of ass and thigh, and Vargr whistled at the sight. Her panties joined the leggings. His whole hand curved over her ass then between her legs, slickly sliding in her wetness.
“So much here already. I should’ve known. I could make your ass bloody, and you’d make googly eyes at me.”
She wasn’t going to deny it, and only laid the side of her face on the bench to better feel how he handled her, wriggling, squirming, wanting more. Her clit was eventually given attention, but it was glancing, inadequate. She whined, and he only laughed and shoved several fingers into her pussy then fucked her with them.
“Nice, wet cunt. Ready for cock, hey? Not yet.” He played lazily with her clit, circling it, making it slippery, and she imagined his tongue there and pushed her ass up and back.
“Uh-uh.” He smacked the flat of his hand onto her ass cheek, three times, then slid his other hand between her and the table, cupping her mons before he smacked her ass again, harder, flaring pain and heat into her skin.
Fuck.She exhaled shakily, twined her fingers about one another where they lay bound at her back. The chain was heavy on her there and seemed to pulsate, wickedly.
A second later he hauled himself up to sit atop the bench beside her, on the opposite side to the vice. She turned her head and studied him, waiting.
In his hand was gathered a whip-thin rod of steel and a twisted collection of insulated wires of many colors. His smile was seductive and promised the deliverance of evil. “Do you deserve punishment, my little Cyn? I believe you do. Let me count the ways…”
This was… disturbing. She licked her lips, fascinated.
“Your nanites,” she ventured. “Are definitely not behaving as they do inside me. The old Vargr would not have done this.” She rolled her eyes as best she could, to indicate how he’d chained her, trapped her.
Silence descended for more than a few seconds.
“I did warn you.” He laid the steel rod on her butt and rolled it over the globe of one cheek until he reached the split between. She felt it slide between the lips of her pussy. He rocked it side to side, letting it settle deep, until it seemed imbedded there.
Then he leaned over as if to examine her butt, and she gasped as he cupped her hip, crushing her flesh.
“Want this or the wires?” He lightly tapped her pussy with the length of the rod.
This wasn’t pain, it was sexually invasive, but she hoped he only meant to strike her ass with it.
“Not between the legs, but… the wires.”
His face appeared before her, inches away, and he brushed her lips with his, bestowing a gentle kiss. The red in his eyes rose and subsided, a glittering tide.
“Not your pussy? I choose the wires too.”
He sat up, laid aside the rod, and drew the wires through his fist.
“Though my balls ache to use the rod. You shot me, remember?”
Where they ran over his hand, the multicolored wires attracted her in a lurid, malevolent way, like a snake would fixate a victim.
“You forgave me. I may even have a recording of it.” Her lips twitched at the lie. She was never one to volunteer. She needed to make him do this, and yet not exactly make him.
“I did but you don’t. Naughty. You also yelled at Maura and forced her to inject me.” He jabbed at his arm and chest.
Oh she had done that. She smirked. “You’d be dead, if I’d not made her.”
“I’m still punishing you.” He angled himself toward her and said in a hushed voice, as if this was a secret, “Violence and pain have gained a whole new fucking meaning.”
