“Katie?” He whines, blinking at the bright light that blossoms in his eyes. He blinks again, harder, and looks down at his unzipped jumpsuit. How…?
Herman tries to sit up, yanking painfully at the handcuffs that bind his wrists. He is suddenly painfully aware of everything around him—despite the horrid, piercing ringing in his ears. “Kate!”
“Boy do I love that toy! It’s mesmerizing, isn’t it?” She is standing beside him, the suddenness of the realization making him gasp in fright at the sight of her. “Never fails me, Manny, I’ll tell you that much.”
“Wh—…what?” How did she handcuff him? What… what toy? “What’d you do to me?”
Kate tsks under her breath before she moves to stand with each leg on either side of his hips, lowering herself until she is pressed flush against his groin. She frowns, looks down to where she is pressed tightly against his hips, and looks up into his largely dilated eyes.
“What? Getting a limper dick with the older you get?” She begins to rock down into him slowly and patiently, and though she is hot against him and her thighs are powerful around his hips, he begins to feel nauseous and itchy with panic. “Or is that my toy fucking with your reaction time?”
He knows what she will do to him, knows that she will force this upon him and that he cannot fight back—not with the strange, tingly dead weight in the back of his skull and his bound hands that begin to grow numb.
“I thought… I thought you were different.” He presses his eyes closed tight and swallows heavily as she begins to pant above him, begins to grind herself earnestly down onto his pathetic, unwanted erection. He does not want this.
He does not want this.
“Oh please,” She whispers, pausing momentarily—mercifully—in her writhing to lean down over him, pressing kisses along his neck. Her voice rings out in a sing-song taunt. “You missed me. Missed this.”
He bucks suddenly, violently, and brings one knee up in a jarring kick to her spine. This jolts her body forward, her breast-bone knocking hard into his nose and sending his head banging loudly against the metal barring behind him.
“Ow, fuck!” She growls through gnashed teeth, arching her back in an experimental stretch and wincing as she does so. Is that pain behind that grimace? Or surprise? He doubts she truly feels either, so heartless and disgusting she is.
In a flash of hands too fast for him to comprehend, Kate’s choking him, squeezing his throat so strongly that he can hear little crackling pops in his eyes and temples.
She leans down over him to whisper in his ear once more, voice disturbingly child-like. “You pull that again and I’ll break your legs, Mister.”
Herman feels as if his eyes will pop out of his skull from the intense power with which she strangles him, his fingers writhing and clawing at mid-air above his head as he nods—barely manages to, really.
In the time that it takes for Herman to nearly lose consciousness—her strength holding his head down to the ground, cheekbone grating into the metal floor—Kate has his penis out of his jumpsuit and her own baggy, ragged pants pushed down over her hips.
“Only a semi for me, Manny?” She pouts as she lightens her grip around his neck, allowing him a gasp of air. “I thought you liked little girls like me, hm?”
Tears fall from Herman’s eyes, but he doesn’t think Kate notices—or, at least, she must assume it’s from the pain. Kate doesn’t deserve to know that he cries for her, cries over what she has done to him—what he got himself into in a moment of weakness years ago.
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Missed Me 4b/4
Date: 2014-12-15 05:52 am (UTC)“Katie?” He whines, blinking at the bright light that blossoms in his eyes. He blinks again, harder, and looks down at his unzipped jumpsuit. How…?
Herman tries to sit up, yanking painfully at the handcuffs that bind his wrists. He is suddenly painfully aware of everything around him—despite the horrid, piercing ringing in his ears. “Kate!”
“Boy do I love that toy! It’s mesmerizing, isn’t it?” She is standing beside him, the suddenness of the realization making him gasp in fright at the sight of her. “Never fails me, Manny, I’ll tell you that much.”
“Wh—…what?” How did she handcuff him? What… what toy? “What’d you do to me?”
Kate tsks under her breath before she moves to stand with each leg on either side of his hips, lowering herself until she is pressed flush against his groin. She frowns, looks down to where she is pressed tightly against his hips, and looks up into his largely dilated eyes.
“What? Getting a limper dick with the older you get?” She begins to rock down into him slowly and patiently, and though she is hot against him and her thighs are powerful around his hips, he begins to feel nauseous and itchy with panic. “Or is that my toy fucking with your reaction time?”
He knows what she will do to him, knows that she will force this upon him and that he cannot fight back—not with the strange, tingly dead weight in the back of his skull and his bound hands that begin to grow numb.
“I thought… I thought you were different.” He presses his eyes closed tight and swallows heavily as she begins to pant above him, begins to grind herself earnestly down onto his pathetic, unwanted erection. He does not want this.
He does not want this.
“Oh please,” She whispers, pausing momentarily—mercifully—in her writhing to lean down over him, pressing kisses along his neck. Her voice rings out in a sing-song taunt. “You missed me. Missed this.”
He bucks suddenly, violently, and brings one knee up in a jarring kick to her spine. This jolts her body forward, her breast-bone knocking hard into his nose and sending his head banging loudly against the metal barring behind him.
“Ow, fuck!” She growls through gnashed teeth, arching her back in an experimental stretch and wincing as she does so. Is that pain behind that grimace? Or surprise? He doubts she truly feels either, so heartless and disgusting she is.
In a flash of hands too fast for him to comprehend, Kate’s choking him, squeezing his throat so strongly that he can hear little crackling pops in his eyes and temples.
She leans down over him to whisper in his ear once more, voice disturbingly child-like. “You pull that again and I’ll break your legs, Mister.”
Herman feels as if his eyes will pop out of his skull from the intense power with which she strangles him, his fingers writhing and clawing at mid-air above his head as he nods—barely manages to, really.
In the time that it takes for Herman to nearly lose consciousness—her strength holding his head down to the ground, cheekbone grating into the metal floor—Kate has his penis out of his jumpsuit and her own baggy, ragged pants pushed down over her hips.
“Only a semi for me, Manny?” She pouts as she lightens her grip around his neck, allowing him a gasp of air. “I thought you liked little girls like me, hm?”
Tears fall from Herman’s eyes, but he doesn’t think Kate notices—or, at least, she must assume it’s from the pain. Kate doesn’t deserve to know that he cries for her, cries over what she has done to him—what he got himself into in a moment of weakness years ago.