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Daredevil Prompt Post #8
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Re: Castration or castration play [Fill]
(Anonymous) 2016-01-30 06:07 am (UTC)(link)Matt Murdock was tapping his way home from the library. He was exhausted after tutoring for the last eight hours. He was looking forward to getting to his apartment and having dinner before he passed out in his bed.
The combination of hunger and fatigue always caused his sense to be slightly skewed; but he was just getting over a head cold made it much harder to use his senses to their full capacity. Thought he could sense the heart beat of the person behind him as they started to over take him, he couldn’t tell you much else about them as he could when his senses were at full capacity.
Matt assumed that the person behind him was just out for an evening jog and moved closer to the buildings so they could pass him. He felt the needle before he connected the down ward movement to it. Matt felt his world pitch forward and spin before he lost consciousness.
. . . . . . . . . .
When Matt woke he was flat on his back, cold, naked, and had no idea where he was. He tried sitting up but found that he’d been restrained by some kind of thin plastic wrapped around him in several layers. With his head still fuzzy from being drugged he tried to cast his senses to ‘see’ where he was. Judging by the echoes he got he guessed that he was in some sort of factory in the city. As he continued to listen he heard a rapidly beating heart from somewhere in the room with him.
“Nice to see you awake.” A soft feminine voice said as Matt heard her approach the table he was tied to. Matt struggled briefly which he assumed caused her to chuckle.
“Don’t bother trying to get free. I’ve got you wrapped up tight enough to make Dexter proud.”
Matt had no idea who Dexter was but he didn’t want to find out either; so he asked instead, “What do you want with me? Why am I here?”
She laughed; it was a nice laugh, one that would have attracted him to her if he wasn’t currently tied up. “You are here because I was bored. When I get bored I tend to go looking for people who won’t be missed, who are a burden to society, so I can have some fun with them. You are tonight’s lucky winner as I’m sure no one will miss a blind college student.”
Her statement made Matt's blood run cold. He’d been kidnapped by a person who might kill him; or worse. Matt started saying the Lord’s Prayer as it was the only prayer he could remember with his muddled and rapidly panicking brain. His captor continued speaking to him with a positive tone, which furthered Matt’s opinion that she was crazy.
“Here’s how this is going to work. I make the rules. You just have to lie there and take whatever I dish out; simple right?” She laughed again before moving around the table; “and maybe if your good I’ll let you go back to your ‘normal life’.”
Matt’s breathing begain to escalate, he honestly didn’t know how he was going to get out of this, or how to be ‘good’ for her. He was trying to move in his bindings again, looking for a week spot like Stick had taught him, when the sound of being struck with a metal object broke the air. He screamed as the pain in his abdomen followed. Gasping for air he barely had time to recover before he was struck again, this time on his leg. Matt heard what had to be a metal pipe crack his left femur. The pain that followed was worse and caused him to temporarily forget about the pain from his stomach. Matt was sobbing with pain as his captor laughed.
“That felt so good, for me, I definitely think you’re going to be very colorful when I get through with you.” She dropped her instrument and Matt heard her shuffling some things around in what he assumed was a bag.
“This should do what I want.” She stated before walking back towards Matt. He swallowed trying to calm himself down and focus so he could figure out just what she had in her hand. She noticed this and paused before commenting on his attempt to gain some form of composure.
“My, my you are a fun one, if you keep on like this you’ll pass out from shock, or choke before we get to the rough stuff. Then I’ll just have to dump your body and find a new playmate.”
“Please,” Matt gasped, “please don’t kill me.”
“We’ll see.” She said before striking him with what Matt would later learn to be a leather strap.
. . . . . . . .
Matt had no idea what the time was but he could hear birds starting to stir from their nests. He blinked and breathed, he had fallen unconscious again when the pain had become too much. He was so tired, cold, and he felt as if he’d been fun over by a bus.
“Wake up, it’s nearly morning and we’re almost done playing.”
Matt didn’t have the energy to groan, only managing a horse “Please” as she had broken, if not severely fractured his jaw at some point making it hard to speak.
“Don’t kill me”, she mocked, “I know, but just think it’s almost over. Soon you’ll either be hospitalized for your injuries or at the bottom of the Hudson River.”
Matt shivered; he wouldn’t underestimate her, as she would keep her word, one way or the other. He was feeling some relief though at the thought of his torment almost being over.
She was circling the table he was on again as she had done many times over the course of the night. When she stopped it was towards the other end of the table, she reached out her hand and pressed down on his bladder causing Matt to involuntarily release it’s contents. Humiliation coursed through him as he hadn’t wet himself since he was nine; and that had been when he was newly blinded.
“That,” she said, “must be very uncomfortable for you. Why don’t I fix that?”
She then leaned her whole body over Matt’s torso and started cutting away some of the plastic layers. Upon freeing his genitals she held them for a bit making Matt squirm.
“You must be very popular with the ladies with a set like this.” She stated as she started to stroke him; Matt let out a strangled hum as she got him closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Well this certainly is a change of pace,” she commented stroking all the while, “I could let you finish and have one last orgasm before I kill you.” She paused her speaking to allow what she’d said to sink in, “or I could just stop,” she took her hand away from his erection, causing Matt to gasp at the new pain that he felt in his balls, “and end the pain you’re in right now. What do you think your life, or your balls?”
Matt swallowed as hard as he dared. ‘Could I survive without my balls?’ he though. The blood loss alone might kill him, if an infection didn’t set in after. ‘It’s not as if she was going to keep her word anyway’ he thought dismally.
“Tick tock, times up,” she said sweetly as she had been all night.
“Take them.” Matt managed.
She seemed to bounce away from him gleefully as he heard her rummaging through her bag, soon returning to his groin to finish the deed.
“You know, I’ve never taken a set of testicles before. You may end up dying any way.”
Matt held his breath waiting for her to start, it was waiting that made everything worse, he tasted the copper before he felt the incision. The realization of what was happening to his body coupled with the searing pain that was starting to become unbearable lead him to scream louder than he had through the whole night.
“I hope you didn’t want to have kids, ‘cause these are going to be mine now.” She said cruelly as she stepped away from his body with her prize.
“I’m going to cut away your bonds now, if you can get out of here I’ll let you live.”
Matt wasn’t sure when she finished cutting him free but he eventually heard her through the haze of pain echoing through the room as she called out, “Thanks for playing with me.”
Matt tried to roll off the table but he was unable to stand and ended up falling front first, which further aggravated his new amputation. Matt struggled to get up, his world narrowing as he became colder, he heard sirens in the distance before he passed out.
. . . . . . . .
“Matt” he didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to, he was so cold.
“Mattie.” The voice sounded familiar, like his dads voice, as it tried to rouse him. Matt, warmer now moved slightly but his breath got caught in his chest with pain. He paid the voice no mind and slipped back into the nothingness.
“Matthew,” Jack said more forcefully, “it’s time to get up.”
Matt finally opened his eyes, as he did his other senses started contributing; beeping, the taste of industrial cleaners, the feel of sand paper cloth around him, he was in a hospital room. Matt shook as he came to the realization that the ordeal was over and he was going to live.
It was his sobs that attracted the attention of a nurse who gave him ‘something to help with the pain’, she didn’t understand his pain was over he could go on.
. . . . . .
After being released from the hospital with strict instructions to take it easy, Matt ignored them after a week as he fell even more behind in his studies. He was able though, to pass all his classes with flying colors, even if they weren’t his best grades, and get accepted into the Columbia law program.
He kept going though it was tough at times; for instance, he didn’t walk on isolated streets at night any more even if he needed something badly, he paid more attention to his surroundings which resulted in his ‘spacing out’, and then there was the medication.
His doctor’s originally wanted to put him on a pill that would supplement his body’s testosterone as his body couldn’t make it any more, but his body had other ideas, he ended up having a bad reaction or not responding to any of the treatments except for one, a steroid and had to be injected once every 2-3 days. Matt took it and incorporated it into his daily life.
. . . . . . . .
A year and a half later
Foggy was a great roommate, better than Matt could have dreamed up, but unfortunately he was slightly nosy.
“Hey Matt, can I talk to you about something?”
Matt, who’d just come out of their shared bathroom after giving himself his shot, shrugged as he answered.
“Sure, what’s up?”
Foggy hesitated, his heartbeat telling Matt he was nervous.
“Ok so don’t get mad or anything, I dropped my pen and it rolled under your bed and I found your stash of drugs while I was getting it back. Matt why are you doing drugs?
Matt stood in front of Foggy dumbfounded and not comprehending what his roommate was talking about.
“My stash of drugs?” he said carefully.
“Yeah your stash of drugs,” Foggy practically yelled at him, “the syringes that you were trying to hide from me; I mean WTF man this isn’t funny!”
Matt having caught up to Foggy’s line of thinking was howling with laughter, this was too much, that Foggy had found his prescription and the syringes for it and had instantly thought he was doing illegal drugs, was just too funny.
“This isn’t funny Murdock. What if someone else had found them? You could be kicked out of the law program or arrested!”
Matt was gasping for air as he groped along the wall as he settled himself into a sitting position.
“Foggy, I’m not doing drugs I have a prescription for every one of those syringes. I have low testosterone and to compensate I have to take a shot every few days to keep me from having problems.”
Foggy was speechless, he just stood there, presumably, looking at Matt. “So you’re not doing drugs.” He finally stated.
“Nope.”
“Ok,” Foggy sighed before returning to his bed and flopping down on it to finish up one of his papers, leaving Matt to continue to chuckle at his expense.
. . . . . . . . . .
Six years later
Matt was sitting on his couch while Clair fussed over him; Matt had gracelessly fallen down some icy steps on his way out of the court house the day before and had fractured his left leg. It hurt just as bad as it had the first time. Foggy had been his usual concerned self and had taken him to the hospital where Clair worked, where Foggy had learned about Matt’s missing appendages.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me. Even when you were coming clean about all your ‘Daredevil’ stuff you didn’t tell me.”
Matt was cross, he had been on the trail of a large gang trying to move in on the Kitchen just before he’d fallen and was now couch bound for the foreseeable future; Foggy’s feelings being hurt was not something he wanted to deal with right now.
“As with my senses Foggy, when was I supposed to tell you that I don’t have any testicles? ‘Oh by the way Fogg’s the reason why I have low testosterone is because in order to survive I had to let some psycho serial killer cut off my balls so that I might have a chance to live’. I didn’t think it was something that you needed to know about.”
Matt was happy he didn’t have to explain this to Clair; they had, had this conversation long before.
“It just means that I have to have hormone replacement therapy and that I cannot physically reproduce. I didn’t think you’d get so worked up about not knowing that.”
Foggy got really quiet, “was it that Stick guy did he do this to you?”
Matt sighed and rubbed his forehead, “no Foggy he didn’t. Stick was long out of my life by that point. No, it was a woman, she told me she’d done what she did to me before and if I lived through getting my balls cut off she wouldn’t kill me. The police never caught her, but then I couldn’t help much, all I could tell them was that her voice sounded nice; kind of like Karen’s, but it’s not.
“I’m not hiding the information, but I’m not advertising it either. So if you would just sit on the information I’d be thankful.”
“Ok.” Foggy said scrubbing a hand over his face.
Matt smiled he was certainly glad that he had Clair and Foggy, he didn’t know what he’d do without them.
Re: Castration or castration play [Fill]
(Anonymous) 2016-01-31 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)I hope as daredevil he finds her again... that would really bring out the moral question- does he kill her, torture her like she did him, or just take her to the police?
To complicate things, there might not be enough evidence out there to convict her.
I could totally see this as the breaking point for matt starting to train again. to make sure he could help others before something terrible happens to them.
Re: Castration or castration play [Fill]
(Anonymous) 2016-02-01 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)