Breaking Benjamin (NSFW, 18+)

She pouts, head tilted. "Mnh. That's no fun. Here I'd been hoping that would be something new... ah well..."

She squeezes his thigh, manicured nails digging into his skin, drawing blood. "At least we've learned a little more, hmm?"

 

He stiffens, moaning softly. "... you're... definitely new," he breathes.

She's so much. So terrifying.

 

"Oh, trust me. I'm going to keep things very fresh." She grins, kissing his stomach.

 

He flinches from the kiss, like he was expecting a bite. "... you... gonna let me ask? ... Mistress?"

 

"Go ahead," she smiles. "What are you going to ask, Gingersnap?"

 

"... What you're going to do with me. If you're... if you're going to fuck me."

 

"Oh, I am absolutely going to fuck you." She grins, all teeth. "And I'm going to keep you, Halverson. But you're my pet, now. And I'll do anything to you that I want."

 

He gives a tiny sob, flinching at her touch, at the threat in her grin. "... I'm not going to disobey you," he whispers.

 

"Good. Then it's time to start getting you ready."

She kisses his stomach again, then stands, moving to slowly crank the rack until it's vertical, singing under her breath.

"I got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losin' control
Cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'
You better shape up, cause I need a man, and my heart is set on you..."

She sashays to the crank, settles her fingers on it, and grins... slowly starting to turn the wheel, nice and... 'gentle'... for now.

 

He gasps as she starts to turn the wheel, and take away the last bit of slack he had left to move. "... fuck," he breathes, struggling in sudden panic. "Please--"

What was he expecting? Gentleness? That she would want to keep him?

She's had him strapped to a goddamned torture rack this whole time, so why does he feel betrayed?

 

"You better shape up, you better understand
To my heart I must be true
Nothing left, nothing left for me to do..."

She grins at him, wide and cruel. "Oh, yes. Fight a little more, Gingersnap. I like it."

She stares, slowly cranking the wheel a little more. "Scream for me."

 

He gives a low sob, more panic than pain at first, but the tension in his limbs is building and building, growing unbearable. "Please... please, don't--"

It hurts, oh, god, it hurts. Something in him is going to snap, with the next turn of the wheel, or the next.

 

She stills, watching him quietly. Waits until he's comfortable with the stretch.

Then she turns it a little more.

 

The pain runs deeper, this time, more terrifying. "Please, don't do this..."

 

She smiles, leans down to kiss him, gently, and turns it a fraction more.

 

He sobs against her lips, as the pain intensifies in his shoulders and hips and knees, and one shoulder dislocates with a sick pop.

 

She locks the wheel into place, circling to inspect his shoulder with careful, probing fingers.

 

He whimpers, trying to shy away from her touch, which just makes it hurt more. "Don't--"

 

"Oh? You want me to leave you alone, awhile?" She purrs, pressing a finger harder into the newly-made gap.

 

"Fuck-- don't-- don't--!" He sobs, breathing fast. "Don't draw this out..."