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Daredevil Prompt Post #8

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So a female character (canon, gender-bent, or original I don't care, you can even bring in AU Jessica Jones characters) is an art thief and breaks into Vanessa's gallery after closing not knowing that the gallery wasn't completely empty.

Wilson and Vanessa are enjoying a lovely date admiring the new works Vanessa acquired when someone so rudely interrupts.

I want Fisk grabbing the thief from behind, like one hand around their throat, while Vanessa 'admires' their captured thief in all its glory (aka naked). Vanessa likes what she sees and Fisk likes the front row seat of Pleased Vanessa.

Bonus if the thief is super terrified the whole time because they know what these two could do to them

There needs to be more Vanessa being the queen she is on this meme, never enough.

Based on the subject line alone, I thought, Carmen Sandiego???

Like that kid's game show? "Where in the World is Carmen Santiago"

Yep. Come to think of it, Carmen did seem the type to go naked under her coat. Maybe she's raiding Vanessa's exhibit of fertility statues

...maybe by the end she's *riding* Vanessa's exhibit of fertility statues...

Omg, my childhood is ruined DX

Now I can't get it out of my head ;P

Our thief made to squat over the various glass, bone, plastic, and stone pieces while Fisk holds her arms immobile above her head?
Vanessa spreading and arranging the other woman's labia around the blunt phalli before motioning Fisk to start slowly lowering her down?
Yes please ill take 8

OP didn't really have Carmen Santiago in mind when prompting ^^'

~~More like OP imagined herself in thief's position~~

~~same~~

Queen of my heart

I'm not sure if I prefer Vanessa slowly stripping the thief herself or ordering Wilson to do it
Either way, after they've let the thief go (with or without her clothes) they'll still think of her and send her a nice invitation inviting her to the special gallery event featuring works based on the photos Vanessa took

Oh my gosh, Vanessa keeping the thief as her pet or threatening to expose her if she doesn't comply with the invitations Vanessa sends *dies*

Sweet St Matt, this is what I need~

Just imagining Fisk calling her "young woman" like he called Matt "young man" and Vanessa going all like "Now dear, you look rather small and my darling Wilson is quite...large. We wouldn't want to hurt you..." to make them behave.

Like seconded times a million

You read OP's mind!

Note thief is unnamed because filer!anon totally respects the kink of the anons above who were imagining themselves in the the thief's postion (and not at all because filler!anon had exactly the same idea)

As soon as I realized this was not the time to rob the Gallery, the lights might be dimmed and the place quiet, but there was a small candle-lit table set up in the center of the room, with a picnic basket beside it, I immediately started to retreat.

Backing up quickly, eyes alert for any sign of the picnic-ers, I backed straight into a wall of flesh and a hand grabbed my throat.

The big man, still deathly quiet on his feet, hauled me into the light of the table.

“Got her,” he reported to the woman standing there.

“Thank you darling.”

“Who are you?” he hissed in my ear, the grip around my throat tightened.

“No one,” I gasped desperately, “I was just looking for, I’m no one.”

“You were just looking for something to steal,” said the woman, “that’s very understandable. I do have some exquisite pieces after all. You're rather exquisite yourself, all big wide desperate eyes. Wilson, could you tighten your grip just a touch.”

My breath quickened as I struggled to get air into my lungs around the hold of my throat and the fear-tightness in my chest. Who were these people?

“Perfect.”

There was a bright, blinding flash, and oh god the woman was taking pictures as if I wasn’t enough of a person to even bother them, my chest heaved as panic took hold.

“Even better.” More flashes. “Wilson, do you mind if I play a little?”

“I can leave if you want,” said the big man, sounding unhappy about it.

“Oh no darling, this is our date, of course you should stay. That is if you want to stay and watch?”

“I always want to watch you, Vanessa.”

Vanessa walked over and kissed Wilson on the cheek while I hung desperate and gasping in his grip like a forgotten toy. Then Vanessa’s hands were sliding under the waist of my pants, and warm over my belly until they slipped beneath my panties to dig into the softness of my cunt. Gasping at the rough touch, instinctively I squeezed my legs together to try and dislodge her fingers.

“Oh no,” said Vanessa. “We can’t have that. Are you going to play nicely, or should I ask Wilson to have you disappeared. You can do that, can’t you darling?”

“Of course,” said Wilson. “I can’t guarantee exactly how quickly my men will disappear her after they’ve got their hands on her, but she’ll definitely disappear.”

The easy way he said it, like he personally wasn’t bothered about what happened to me, I couldn’t stop the whimper bubbling up from my throat.

“Don’t be so worried, pet. You play nicely with me tonight, and when I’m finished with you Wilson will call a car to take you back to your hotel. That sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

That sounded terrifying, but I didn’t see any choice.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good girl. Now relax.”

My body wasn’t having any of that, my legs refused to unclamp, no matter what my brain said. Whimpering in animal fear, my whole body started to shake.

“Such dramatics. Wilson, would you mind very much?”

A thick thigh pushed between my legs and forced them apart. She pushed my feet until they were positioned outside of his and as he widened his stance he spread my legs wide and open.

Her fingers rubbed against my exposed clit and I was helpless to stop it. It wasn’t something I wanted, it wasn’t arousing, but the sparks of electricity were undeniable and that made it all that much more uncomfortable. Her fingers wriggled and twisted until my hips started to rock into the sensation.

She stopped and pulled her hand free, but the buzz was still churning through my body.

“Ssh pet, I’ll be back.”

And I didn’t want it, but when I tried again to squeeze my legs together it was because my body needed more not less.

“Let’s see what we have to play with here.” She undid my pants, pulled the belt free in one long crack of leather, and then pushed them and down my legs. She rubbed her fingers against my damp panties,

“Wet already for me. We’re going to have such fun together. Wilson let her go so she can take off her panties.”

They both stepped back, and with no other options I kicked off my sneakers and stripped off, panties, panties and socks. When I stood up I was naked from the waist and felt more exposed than I ever had in my life. The air frozen against my bare skin.

Vanessa smiled at me and I shivered. It wasn’t a leering smile, or even a turned-on smile. It was contemplative as if I was an interesting game she was figuring out. She stepped forward, hand pushing between my legs to cup my cunt as her thumb rubbed at my clit. Then without warning two fingers shoved inside and I doubled over, nearly falling.

“Straighten up,” she ordered, fingers thrusting inside me, thumbnail scrapping at my clit.

Shakily I did so.

“Very good,” she praised, “Now take off your top.”

Her fingers were still in me and on me. I pulled off my top, the cap covering my hair coming loose at the same time.

“Wilson, be a gentleman and undo her bra strap for her.”

Thick clumsy fingers worked the hooks loose and then carefully peeled the straps away from my shoulders and down my arms. He didn’t cop a feel, didn’t even so much as brush against my breasts.

She watched, fingers still working on me, as my nipples pebbled up in the cold air.

“Very pretty,” she approved, “have you ever considered nipple rings, no? well something for future then.”

She finally pulled away leaving me raw and aching and daintily wiped her fingers on a napkin.

“Now we have an empty display dais here,” here was a soft whirr and a block rose up out of the floor. “If you’ll just lie down for me.”

I intended to but my feet were frozen to floor, I couldn’t make myself more vulnerable to these people who seemed so above any emotion.

“Young lady I suggest you do as she says,” said Wilson, which did not help.

“Oh dear,” said Vanessa, “she is being tiresome. Wilson would you mind very much?”

He simply picked my stiff frozen body up and carried it across the room. He originally went to place me with my head propped up, but Vanessa said,

“No Wilson, that’s sweet of you, but it’s not her face we’re interested in.” So I ended up on my back splayed out on the dais, a higher block raised my hips high and forced my legs wide.

The camera flashed again and she studied the shot.

“Not bad for a start,” she concluded. She walked slowly around the dais, studying me as my skin prickled. She smoothed her hand over the length of my exposed body, then cupped my breasts. She smiled at me, still contemplative.

“My dear, this will be much easier if you let yourself enjoy it. Tell me, do you find pleasure in bruises blooming across your skin?”

“No,” I gasped.

“Pity.” And then the fingers fondling my breasts started to pinch and twist, she rolled my nipples between finger and thumb, then squeezed harshly. The pain curled through my body like a shock of static, combining with my fear until it curdled into something like want. When I moaned it was because the soreness between my legs stung with need.

She pressed the back of her knuckles against my cunt, like someone checking the temperature.

“Hot and so slick. I think someone was fibbing about not liking bruises.” And her fingers started to work on my soft skin on my inner thighs.

I loved how the first person allows one to imagine themselves as the thief and, to be blunt, the way it was written it felt like it was really me in the story.

Keep up the good work!

OP is dying???

Do you know me?? This is the best fill I've ever received and just it's really great help??

Praise be to your writing and your indulgence of my self-insertion kink.

oooh, nice one! If you're looking for suggestions for the next one, one scenario could be Vanessa, wanting to capture that perfect moment of surprise on her face when she discovers that she's not only going to be plugged from the front tonight...

Yesss, imagine the thief's surprise when Vanessa slips a finger in a little further back than expected...

Ooh, and what if they leave marks somewhere or make her eat Vanessa out!

*retreats back into Hell*

Oh, yes. And I loved the idea of them later sending her an invitation to her own foto exhibition. Maybe they blindfold her, also because they're a lady and a gentleman, it's for her own *identity protection* in the pictures, and they joke a little bit about how she looks kinda like the man in the mask now, and wouldn't it be nice if they had him here as well, but oh well, they'll just have to make do with this lovely thing...?

!!!!!!! I love this.

Finally satisfied she took a step back and just watched me as she took a sip of her drink.

“No turning your head, pet, keep your eyes on the ceiling.”

That was surprisingly hard to manage as she stalked about the room just out of my line of sight.

“I do not have unlimited patience.” Her voice was sharp and my entire body jumped in reaction. Hastily I closed my eyes, it seemed safer than annoying her and the blackness was almost comforting.

“Good girl,” her footsteps echoed against the floor as she came closer and I heard the ice clink in her glass. “Open your mouth.”

Reluctantly I parted my lips. She tsked and two fingers pushed my mouth apart to her satisfaction. Her glass clinked again, close to my head and my eyes squinted open to see her hooking out one of the ice cubes.

I had a moment to brace myself and then the ice came.

Liquid cold traced my lips until they were numb and then she fed the remaining ice into my mouth. Catching it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, I swallowed down the cool melting drops. Another ice cube tracked the line of my neck and then she left the cube in the hollow of my throat as one ice sharp point.

She melted another cube to nothing circling my nipples until they rose so sharply peaked they ached. When the glass sloshed there was no betraying chink of ice and I took a shuddery breath of relief.

“Here,” said Wilson, “I have ice left in my drink.”

She kissed him warmly as I shivered, “Thank you darling,” Then there was the clink-slosh and she warned,

“Last but one.” And ice danced over my ribs whirling and circling until she settled it in my navel and abandoned it there to melt as my belly contracted beneath the freezing stab.

“Last one.” That cube made pattern on soft skin below my navel, growing inexorably closer to the rough thatch of hair that guarded my cunt. I knew what was coming.

“Please no,” I groaned and she laughed delightedly. The ice dragged straight between the soft lips of my cunt, pushed for one gaspingly painful second against my clit, and then she shoved it inside me. The chill spiked through the core of me, and I moaned in disbelief, doubling over at the sharp cramp of cold.

The slap to my face made me jump,

“Now look at that you tiresome girl, I shall have to start again.” She flicked her fingers where my movement had dislodged the ice she had left to melt.

“No, no, no,” I shook my head. I throbbed with cold. I couldn’t take anymore.

The artic frost in her voice was colder than the ice, “I don’t really want to punish you when you’ve been such a good pet up until now, but I will if I have to.” Terror crept around my heart. I didn’t, couldn’t bear to know what she considered punishment.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped, “I’ll be good.”

She caressed my cheek with her cold fingers. “Such a sweet little pet.” There was a soft chime of a bell and someone new walked into the Gallery. The thought of someone else seeing me like this was too much and I curled in on myself trying to hide.

She sighed, “And I thought you were doing better. Lie back down. Carter, come over here and see my shy little pet.”

I forced myself back in position as the footsteps came closer and closed my eyes against the feel of another gaze upon me.

“See how pretty she is,” she said and I shuddered with humiliation as she spread the lips of my cunt wide for inspection as if that was all there was of me.

“Very pretty,” agreed Carter.

“But prettier red raw with ice.”

“Indeed. I’ll be back.”

I whimpered helplessly.

She patted my cheek, “Don’t fret, you’re going to enjoy this.” Then she turned away to talk quietly to Wilson. I lay there feeling the trickle of melt from the solid lump of ice inside me and gasped for breath.

The footsteps returned and Carter silently handed over a large glass of ice.

“Now how silly was it of you to look,” she said, “you’re all tense with anticipation.”

I slammed my eyes shut.

“Better,” she praised. “Now this time be careful not move, or I’ll just have to start all over again.”

I pressed my hands flat against the dais and locked my muscles in place. There was a chink of ice as she selected a cube and I could hear her suck on it thoughtfully.

“Wilson, where do you think I should start?”

“I liked the way she jumped at the end.”

“It was stunning wasn’t it?” Without any further preamble, she pushed the lump of ice inside me and I felt it clunk against the ice already there. My whole body shook with the effort of remaining still. “There’s actually quite a lot of ice to get through. Pet, you better start clenching down and encouraging it to melt or you’re going to be dreadfully stuffed.”

I was too caught up in not moving to understand and she slapped me sharply. Clenching up around the ice made sob.

“That’s a good girl.”

The ice started to come quickly then. One lump eased inside me, one placed carefully placed on my prone body, and then another lump inside me. Intense cold at my throat, in the dips of collar bone, between my breasts, my navel, even over my eyes where it seemed to bore into my brain and all the time the icy pressure inside me increased wrapping me into a tight knot of sensation. It hurt so much and all I needed was to come. I squeezed down on the ice inside me, chasing the tipping point but each wave of cold only seemed to numb me more. Sending me higher yet making the ultimate heights that much more out of reach.

“Poor little pet,” she cooed, pressing her cold fingers into my mouth and my tongue curled feebly around them.

She held the next lump of ice against the lips of my cunt and I whined piteously.

“Too much?”

With an effort I managed to untangle my desperate thoughts enough to beg.

“Please no, no please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, no, please,” I didn’t understand anything anymore.

The ice slid down and I cried out in relief and at the same time shock at the burn of cold against fresh skin. She circled my asshole slowly, waiting until my fuddled brain understood what she intended.

“No,” I gasped, “no please.”

She laughed lightly, and pressed the ice inside my ass. I wailed at the cold and the unexpected shock zinging up my spine.

“Feels good, pet?” She pressed down on my belly and I cried out at the overwhelming fullness. “There are three cubes left, pet, ass or cunt, your choice.”

“Cunt please,” I begged and then groaned as the fullness increased until I thought I might split apart.

“Ass,” I chose for the second, howling as I was spread wide in such an unfamiliar way, sparking along my bones and jittering through my skin.

“Last one pet.”

I couldn’t chose, “Please,” I begged faintly, “just let me come.” I could feel my orgasm building unbearably beneath my skin like stored lighting.

“I’m not stopping you pet.” But she pressed the final cube against my clit and held it there, ice sharp and stabbing as my whole being collapsed to that point and orgasm finally ripped through me.

When I came back to myself I was sobbing weakly and her hands were tracing gently over my face.

“Ssh, my little treasure. There now, are you back with me?”

I blinked wetly at her.

“That’s my good girl. Ready for round two?”

I didn’t understand even as she picked the flickering candle up, I didn’t understand until, face thoughtful, she tipped it carefully and the drips fell. I screamed before the hot wax even hit my skin.

OP is supposed to be writing something for her sister but saw the alert and couldn't resist

Wow, just wow.
While not yet a sexual interest, OP has a thing for both ice and candles. It's quite interesting how you seem to know me so well XD the not-yet sexual interest thing might change soon if you keep being amazing.

I can't wait for more, this is a masterpiece and has awakened some kinks I forgot I had.

I love how vicious and merciless Vanessa is! I can imagine Wilson fantasizing about her being involved with the less pleasant aspects of his work and being sexy doing it. Can you tell I ascribe to the KingpinSuccessor!Vanessa hope? XD

Keep on being amazing,
Your infatuated OP

I have never in my life been more turned on. Thanks, a!a. <3

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