It's tapped against his cheek, before being used to brush his hair off his sweaty forehead, and Matt realizes what it is: one of his escrima sticks. “Bend him over for me.” Oh no. Oh … oh YES.
Vanessa laughs at him as she rubs the place she just struck, as though to soothe it. Then she slaps him again, in a different spot this time. He feels his face burn with humiliation. If there had been any doubt, she’s definitely spanking him now, over his ass and his upper thighs in rapid succession. It's more embarrassing than painful (she lacks the strength necessary to cause him real pain), but the cumulative effort is beginning to sting. He stubbornly refuses to give her the satisfaction of knowing how mortified he is. So he bites down on the cloth in his mouth to stop making any noise. He keeps his eyes firmly shut, out of spite, and tries to let his mind drift. “Hmm. I don't think he's absorbing his lesson. Do you?” “No.” 1) Yes yes yes she’s spanking him and enjoying it and he’s just so confused and mortified. 2) Matt trying not to give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream, yes good 3) Her and Fisk talking like he isn’t even there, YESSSSSS.
What was it that he had said back at the gallery? ’Do whatever the lady tells you’? Perhaps Matt has misinterpreted Vanessa's roll in Fisk's life. Heh heh heh, mmmmmm.
Perhaps Matt's been looking for the Devil in all the wrong places. *falls over* THIS LINE. OH MY GODS.
His ass is past the point of numbness and has started feeling like one giant bruise when Fisk finally stops. He's shaking and drenched in sweat, and he tries to shy away when Fisk's hand begins kneading his ass, as though to massage it. Matt feels a thumb rub against his asshole and he flinches, an unwanted spike of pleasure shooting straight to his dick, which is already half-hard, and that is the last thing he wants to happen. Oh gods. Yes. This. Matt completely exhausted and there’s still more to come.
You know it’s almost a shame they can’t hear him screaming, but then they couldn’t do this in his own apartment, so I think that’s a fair trade as far as they’re concerned.
“By all means, keep moving,” says Vanessa. She sounds amicable, her voice a pleasant purr, as though she's discussing another one of her paintings. “The only person you’ll be hurting is yourself, Matthew.” Gods, she is deliciously horrible in this fic.
He's sobbing hysterically and he's vaguely aware that Vanessa is making shushing noises at him as she rubs his back in a mockery of concern. He takes a hiccuping breath and wills himself to at leasttry to relax, but it is a natural response to tense against pain and the idea of purposefully relaxing while they torture him like this is a concept his body just can’t get on board with. I’m a horrible person but I am really enjoying this.
He wishes he wasn't gagged, so he could beg them to stop. *squeaks with delight*
His breath stutters when hears the unmistakable sound of a cell phone camera shutter, loud like a gunshot in the silence of the room. His mind is reeling, unable to comprehend how someone could be so utterly depraved. He's on his knees with one of his own weapons sticking out of his ass and blood running in rivulets down the back of his thighs, and she is taking pictures of him like this. Rage mixes with the shame, and fresh tears overflow onto his cheeks. He's screaming again. He sounds like an animal. Why, God, WHY?! He must have tried to say at least part of that out loud, because he hears her answer: “For my private collection, sweetheart. Your body handles pain so beautifully.” Hell yeah she is! Gods, if this weren’t fucked up enough, violation upon violation, now she’s taking photographic evidence to enjoy later and relive it again and again.
There's an awful moment of stillness where Matt can tell she's contemplating a new and awful idea. And apparently she feels inspired by his reaction, because suddenly she's using the other escrima stick to tap on the one in his ass. The movement coupled with the vibration is so painful it jolts through him like he’s being electrocuted. His whole body goes rigid. He can't even scream. It's like she's touching an exposed nerve. I love her thought process and her sadism. So much.
Re: [FILL] An Acquired Taste (For a Well-Made Mistake) - Part 3/?
It's tapped against his cheek, before being used to brush his hair off his sweaty forehead, and Matt realizes what it is: one of his escrima sticks.
“Bend him over for me.”
Oh no.
Oh … oh YES.
Vanessa laughs at him as she rubs the place she just struck, as though to soothe it. Then she slaps him again, in a different spot this time. He feels his face burn with humiliation. If there had been any doubt, she’s definitely spanking him now, over his ass and his upper thighs in rapid succession. It's more embarrassing than painful (she lacks the strength necessary to cause him real pain), but the cumulative effort is beginning to sting. He stubbornly refuses to give her the satisfaction of knowing how mortified he is. So he bites down on the cloth in his mouth to stop making any noise. He keeps his eyes firmly shut, out of spite, and tries to let his mind drift.
“Hmm. I don't think he's absorbing his lesson. Do you?”
“No.”
1) Yes yes yes she’s spanking him and enjoying it and he’s just so confused and mortified. 2) Matt trying not to give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream, yes good 3) Her and Fisk talking like he isn’t even there, YESSSSSS.
What was it that he had said back at the gallery? ’Do whatever the lady tells you’? Perhaps Matt has misinterpreted Vanessa's roll in Fisk's life.
Heh heh heh, mmmmmm.
Perhaps Matt's been looking for the Devil in all the wrong places.
*falls over* THIS LINE. OH MY GODS.
His ass is past the point of numbness and has started feeling like one giant bruise when Fisk finally stops. He's shaking and drenched in sweat, and he tries to shy away when Fisk's hand begins kneading his ass, as though to massage it. Matt feels a thumb rub against his asshole and he flinches, an unwanted spike of pleasure shooting straight to his dick, which is already half-hard, and that is the last thing he wants to happen.
Oh gods. Yes. This. Matt completely exhausted and there’s still more to come.
You know it’s almost a shame they can’t hear him screaming, but then they couldn’t do this in his own apartment, so I think that’s a fair trade as far as they’re concerned.
“By all means, keep moving,” says Vanessa. She sounds amicable, her voice a pleasant purr, as though she's discussing another one of her paintings. “The only person you’ll be hurting is yourself, Matthew.”
Gods, she is deliciously horrible in this fic.
He's sobbing hysterically and he's vaguely aware that Vanessa is making shushing noises at him as she rubs his back in a mockery of concern. He takes a hiccuping breath and wills himself to at leasttry to relax, but it is a natural response to tense against pain and the idea of purposefully relaxing while they torture him like this is a concept his body just can’t get on board with.
I’m a horrible person but I am really enjoying this.
He wishes he wasn't gagged, so he could beg them to stop.
*squeaks with delight*
His breath stutters when hears the unmistakable sound of a cell phone camera shutter, loud like a gunshot in the silence of the room. His mind is reeling, unable to comprehend how someone could be so utterly depraved. He's on his knees with one of his own weapons sticking out of his ass and blood running in rivulets down the back of his thighs, and she is taking pictures of him like this.
Rage mixes with the shame, and fresh tears overflow onto his cheeks.
He's screaming again. He sounds like an animal.
Why, God, WHY?!
He must have tried to say at least part of that out loud, because he hears her answer: “For my private collection, sweetheart. Your body handles pain so beautifully.”
Hell yeah she is! Gods, if this weren’t fucked up enough, violation upon violation, now she’s taking photographic evidence to enjoy later and relive it again and again.
There's an awful moment of stillness where Matt can tell she's contemplating a new and awful idea. And apparently she feels inspired by his reaction, because suddenly she's using the other escrima stick to tap on the one in his ass. The movement coupled with the vibration is so painful it jolts through him like he’s being electrocuted. His whole body goes rigid. He can't even scream. It's like she's touching an exposed nerve.
I love her thought process and her sadism. So much.