bakerstreet | A Master/Slave Meme

Lift her... hips? Because Chloe wanted to...

"No! Gods no!" She yelled, ignoring any shocks that came her way while she tried to scramble away. "You are not! coming anywhere near me!"

Apparently "stay"ing just wasn't going to happen.

Try, but fail. She grabbed for the leash attached and yanked back savagely as the electrical current would wash over Mokou's body. Of course, at this point she didn't need to change anymore, so she grabbed for a fistful of silver hair to yank her head back and haul at the girl, probably pressing her back against the feeling of something long and hard pressed up against her back.

"I will beat you until you obey, you know," she hissed. "Until anyone who sees your body won't recognize it's yours, instead of a mass of bruised flesh."

"NGGGgH- G-Get the fuck off--!" She hissed and growled and spat out the response through the yanking of the leash and the waves of electricity. Her eyes were sliding shut until the long object pressed against her back (or vice versa) when she remembered what was about to happen.

"I--I've already been like that more times than I can remember!" She snarled "A-Anything else, dammit!"

Because she was able to negotiate here. Right?

"You can pick," she spat, gripping hard and painfully at her hair to drag her bodily against it, grinding the feel of the toy over the small of her back. "Door number one, or door number two. That's the only choice you get, dog. Not until you've proven yourself worthy of any other treatment. I will beat you until I find a way you're not used to experiencing in terms of pain. Hell... I might beg Thanatos to let me pay a payment to him, just to get you your regeneration back."

"So we can experiment. You. Will. Yield. Or I will show you the sorts of things Demeter did to me."

Her scalp burned when Chloe yanked on her hair, and she was reduced to letting the toy rub against her teasingly. She knew that Chloe could, at any moment, stick it inside of her and leave her in agony, if she desired.

"What did Demeter do to you?" Was her first response. The threat of pain didn't normally register with her, after all. "W-What's behind the doors, anyway?"

She was trying to look around to see Chloe, but it wasn't working. Obviously.

The hand with the chain in it eased though the pull at her scalp did not. Fingers reached down to tap once at her crotch. "Door number one," she said in a sing-songy voice before tapping her rear. "Door number two. And she took me with thorned vines until she snapped my neck after my body was near useless. Believe me... I've learned a thing or two about what a human body can endure. With regeneration..."

"Do you really want me to test that?"

Both taps send Mokou's mind further into despair. She'd rather be beaten black and blue than suffer either of the things Chloe was making her choose between!

"Go... eat... shit."

Best life choices.

She grabbed her and muscled with her body to try and put her on all fours, cackling as she ground the toy up against Mokou's rear roughly, rubbing the flat of it to her tight ass. "Door number two it is," she whispered heatedly, grinding it more and more between the cheeks and pressing up against Mokou's body but not yet pushing in.

No, she wanted her to know it was coming first.

"Chloe-- Chloe quit it! I'm not messing around!" This wasn't actually happening, was it? It was a joke on Chloe's part. It had to be. "C'mon... this isn't fuckin' funny!"

Her face was a brilliant shade of red, and it only felt like it was worsening as the toy rubbed against her ass, threatening to force its way inside.

"I'm not-- I don-- I'm not ready for this, alright?! Please!"

She pulled back, turning the toy in on the girl as she pulled what little fabric she'd allowed to remain on her body at this point. Just a half inch, just a nudge, a worming and a grinding. "Go on, jerk, fight, feel the electricity making your whole body shudder on top of it," she purred, teeth bared.

"Or does puppy have another suggestion?"

"Nghh-- don't! I'm-- I'll kill you!!" A pointless threat to someone like Chloe, she was sure. But it was the first thing to spring to mind. This was bad. If Chloe told her to bounce up and down or thrust her hips she couldn't say no for fear of the electricity. "I-- I'll do anything! Just don't do it!"

It hovered there, the tip spreading her cheeks. Her body leaned forward over that pretty little thing and she purred. "Anything?" she whispered softly, giggling. "Are you sure you want to say that? Is your rear's first time really that important?"

The immortal whimpered quietly as her cheeks were spread so easily, and she tensed up completely, waiting for penetration that never happened. Another noise of something almost like panic left her as Chloe started whispering.

"Just-- it's not that, alright?" It was sex at all. The idea still, months after arriving, concerned her. She didn't want to get too close to anyone, after all. It was, perhaps, her biggest fear while she was there. "And I-- anything is fine, alright?"

She considered and grinned before pulling back a pace. "Then be a good girl and turn around. If you're not going to let me do that, let's put that pretty mouth of yours to good use," she said, giving it one quick wipe and sneering down at her while she waited to see if Mokou was that desperate.

She had to know she'd be in danger of choking, after all...

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. She should've seen that coming. She hoped Chloe would hit her with a new option altogether. It was a risky gamble but it didn't pay off. Typical.

"I can't do it if you have that thing around your hips." She spat back, accepting what she hoped Chloe meant as her fate. "Take it off first."

If not... well, she could always beg some more for a new option.

God. That sounded less pathetic before she heard herself think it.

"Too much work," she said, stepping around to the front and grabbing Mokou by the jawline to try and force her mouth open and push it in. No, Mokou, she wasn't planning to allow for any sort of begging this time. After all, how much pleading could Mokou really manage if she was getting a face-full of strap-on shoved straight for her throat?

...probably not much after the first indignant squawks.

Squawks and spluttering. She gagged audibly, her hands trying to push Chloe away as her throat was fucked so suddenly. Chloe probably felt the beginnings of the next few gagging motions, and she'd at least manage to enjoy Mokou's eyes tearing up from her obvious position of power.

Oh how she was getting off on it. Her strap-on pounded back enough to cause outright discomfort in the back of her throat. Over and over, it pounded at her, silencing all but the gagging she was trying to do. Chloe just grinned down at her, hands pressed to her hair and jamming on her.

"Good dog..."

Mokou let her head be forced back and forward into Chloe's strap-on, the rhythm the sick bitch was moving her head at was at odds with the thrusts of the dildo and she would occasionally hit the back of Mokou's throat, earning her a delightfully sickening groan and gagging sound.

She sobbed heavily and threw her hands out to push Chloe's body back. She couldn't breath like this. She couldn't breathe at all.

And, of course, the collar started working it's wonderfully potent 'training' on her, shocking her whole body and robbing her arms of any real strength.

Every time they pushed, the collar shocked. Over and over, the fighting brought electricity down her throat and twisted her jaw and neck over it. Chloe was giggling down at her, shaking her head. "Be a good little doggy. Suck until you can't take anymore. You wouldn't want it to make this so much worse would you?"

And yet, from the look in her eyes, she wanted her to keep fighting.

She didn't want to make it worse at all, but it was difficult to accept that it was happening. She would hurl at this rate and Chloe had to know it. But if the toy was still in her mouth then... ugh, she didn't even want to think about that.

What did Chloe even mean by that order? Suck until she couldn't take anymore? When was that? When she passed out from exhaustion? Screw that.

She punched at Chloe pathetically, getting more and more furious with every little giggle and taunting look, but she was only aiding the collar's torture.

Just let go of her head, Chloe!

She was well aware, and she seemed quite intent on making sure it happened, going so far as to angle the thrusts down slightly so that it had even less luck getting out when she kept pounding into her. The truth of her meaning would be clearer the more that the woman seemed to be enjoying herself. Every last punch dragged an electric shock from her, one that had her giggling while she kept her hands both on Mokou's head and plowed forward, groaning and panting.

Mokou punched ferociously this time, no doubt using enough force to get Chloe to take a few steps back. She kept punching until she was sure she could breath again, until she was sure her throat wasn't going to be fucked so hard.

"Ghnnaaa!! Get the fuck off of me!! This is humiliating! Take the collar off so I can go home already!"

She was laughing at her, looking down hautily. "I warned Motoko. You're in the forest for the moment," she said, sneering and hauling her up. "Otherwise known as my basement. I'm locking your device up and trapping you there until you learn to behave... so yes. Let's go home!"

"Ghraaa! Let go!" She hissed, trying to shove Chloe away while her body was hauled to it's feet. Normally, if she wasn't wearing this collar and hadn't been suffering this kind of treatment, she would happily fight back. She'd fight back well, too, but her body was in no condition for that. "What does that even mean?!"

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true_noir - 2013-06-11 01:44 (UTC) - Expand