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You try to ignore the burning in your thighs as the shackles force your legs apart, splayed out like a hunter's prized kill on the workroom table. Looking anywhere but at the figure slumped lazily in the metal chair before your prostrate form. With a cigar between his scared lips, Heisenberg looks bored. But his eyes betray him, even hidden behind the shades. You feel them taking in every inch of your exposed flesh before landing on your cunt. Spread open obscenely for his eyes to take in.
"Look at you, so wet already, and we haven't even started."
Every word is accompanied by a cloud of smoke, the cherry of his cigar casting a wicked red glow over his features. It gives him an even more monstrous look in the dim light of the workroom. You bite your lip to stop the noise of pain leaving you as the shackles at your ankles pull taut. Like they sense your embarrassment, the twitch in your muscles to pull your thighs together to cover yourself from his hungry stare.
"Be a good girl and give me a show."
You know what he wants. He likes to watch you get off. Maybe it's because at least then after you have come around your fingers, his cock slides in easier. Or maybe he just enjoys the embarrassment on your face as your fingers fuck between your folds. Feeling his eyes take in every lewd action with a leer.
You're taking too long. The shackles on your wrists are pulled by that invisible force, yanking your hands to your cunt. It doesn't stop the yelp of pain that leaves you as the bones in your wrists grind together inside its metal prison.
"I said, give me a show."
It's a barely contained growl. He's in a mood tonight. You know better than to push him. Your body is a roadmap of scars and marks made from previous moods. Flesh scarred and molted, so you never forget the lessons he so diligently fucked into you. So when the metal goes slack, your fingers are quick to delve between your thighs.
Fingertips brush over your sensitive clit. Hips bucking slightly at the sudden bolt of pleasure. Your head falls back as you lose yourself in the haze, though the feeling of Heisenberg's eyes watching your every lewd movement remains like an itch you can't reach. But that feeling fades as pleasure grows. As your fingertips take their time stroking along the hood of your clit.
Pressing just right on the bundle of nerves, the responding tingle of pleasure has your back bowing and your eyelids fluttering shut. Lips parting with a breathy groan.
"Good girl," he always does this when he knows you're about to blot him out of your mind. A jarring reminder of the predator watching you finger fuck yourself stupid. Something you'd only ever done in the darkness of your room. Certain that the world around you is unaware of the sinful pleasure you wrangle from your body. A whimpered grunt escapes clenched teeth as your middle finger twirls around your clit before slipping down to split soaked folds.
Another hitched breath as your finger fucks gently into you. The upper part of your palm pressing just right against your clit. Your hips buck into your palm, chasing that hint of pleasure coiled in your abdomen.
"Fuck," a chaste whisper, more to yourself than to Heisenberg, but he responds with a rumbling hum of enjoyment, rubbing a palm over the bulge forming in his pants. One finger isn't enough now, so another joins in the next thrust, burying the digits into yourself. Curling in your cunt, brushing against that spot, and stars flash behind closed eyelids.
Your cunt clenches around your fingers, warm and wet. The noises of your fingers fucking into you fill the room. With your suppressed whimpers and moans, slipping past clenched teeth and bitten lips.
“That’s it, Buttercup.” The graveled hum has you biting your lip to keep from snarling a response.
He’s not there, he’s not there. A mantra you try hard to focus on, but the pleasure from your cunt isn’t enough your desperate to feel more. More than just the gnawing realization that Heisenberg is controlling this, controlling you, and he hasn’t lifted a fucking finger. To grasp back some of your pride, you explore other parts of yourself. The other hand goes to toy with your breast, groping at the soft flesh before pinching a nipple between your thumb and index finger.
The pain flashes briefly in the pleasure and makes you gasp. Soothing the aching nipple with the pad of your thumb. Before treating your other nipple to the same tug and pull of pleasure and pain.
Again, your mind chases the haze of delight that helps it to forget the wolf-like eyes watching your slick-coated fingers slipping between your pussy lips. Heisenberg makes a noise in the back of his throat. Again you're pulled from your mind. You keep your eyes closed, willing yourself to chase after pleasure. Ignore the wolf at the head of the table, salivating at the chance of devouring you.
But your fingers keep up their pace. Curling your middle finger again, it brushes over your walls. Every thrust of your fingers brings you closer to an edge you've fallen off many times before. The muscles of your abdomen clench as your walls flutter around your fingers.
Crooking your fingers just right to scrap along that spot inside your cunt that has you crying out with the sudden onslaught of bliss. A gush of slick drenches your fingers and leaks down between your ass cheeks.
Your head thrown back as your fingers speed up, chasing a climax that lingers just out of reach. But every thrust of your fingers deep in your cunt sends bolts of pleasure coursing through your core that tighten your muscles and quivers innards.
A surprised wail leaves you as the shackle around your wrist pulls taunt, and that delicious friction halts. Your eyes snap open in rage, a wave of animalistic anger at being denied something so base. A wolfish smirk pulls at Heisenberg's lips as, with a tilt of his head, your shackled wrist pulls out of your cunt with an embarrassingly wet noise and forces you to sit up. Legs still spread and your other arm braced behind you to help you balance.
"No!"
Heisenberg's eyes glow in the room's dimness. He's taken off the glasses and now pins you with a look. The cigar is dropped to the floor and extinguished with the toe of his boot.
Your shackled hand hovers between the two of you, your fingers shining in the dim light. Your wrist twinges in pain as the shackle forces you forward. The position of your hand hovers in the air, in mock offering, as if you are beckoning him to you. Your body shudders at the thought. Like you would ever willingly offer him yourself.
"Don't, get ahead of yourself, precious. You gotta earn it."
His voice is a raspy growl, and your eyes glance down to the bulge in his pants. The clear outline of his cock straining in its confines. Your mouth goes dry. Somehow, you always forget the size of him. What he lacks in length, he more than makes up in girth. Your cunt clenches at the thought of him fucking into you. It shouldn’t. Some small sane part of you is horrified that your body wants him.
"Eyes up here, sweetheart."
You can't ignore the boast in his voice. Heisenberg knows he's got you cornered. With wolf-like movements, he stands. Letting his trench coat slip from his broad shoulders to land in a heap on the chair. Underneath is the usual plain white button-down shirt tucked haphazardly into tan cargo pants. He still keeps on his weathered hat, using the brim to shadow his expression.
He approaches your splayed form, eyes boring into your own. Stopping at the hand still raised between the two of you. Hands still covered in his leather gloves, his fingers close around your shackled wrist.
Yanking you up to his mouth. Your breath hitches as he brings the tip of your middle finger between plush, scarred lips. Your cunt throbs as his tongue swirls around your finger. His mouth is warm and wet, his tongue slithers around your finger with a soft deceiving caress. It’s such a sweet feeling that cloys in your innards. You watch his every movement with a lustful gaze.
Biting your lip to stop the minor hitches of breath that threaten to slip from you. His tongue is talented, and you hate that the thought comes so easily. But he’s used it before to torment you. It does help that his lips are plump and soft against your flesh. Juxtaposed by the rasp of his beard that tickles at your skin as his tongue slurps up the slick coating your finger. The groan that leaves his throat has you tensing. His lips release your finger with a wet pop that sends another chord of pleasure humming through your innards.
"Fuck, forgot how good you taste."
He mumbles absently as he releases your middle finger from his mouth to lick over your other slick-coated digits. He growls as he sucks on your other fingers, cleaning them of your fluids. A whine bubbles to the surface as your cunt throbs.
This shouldn't be arousing. This shouldn't be making your toes curl, your eyes watching his tongue as it slithers between your fingers, lips sucking around your fingers. Heisenberg gives you a wicked smirk before nipping at the tip of your finger. The smirk breaks into a wide, manic grin as your hand jolts away at the sting of pain.
"Hmmmm, is something wrong, precious?"
Those unsettling eyes are watching you under the shadowed brim of his hat. He knows you want something that you're not willing to divulge. But he knows he'll wring it out of you. He's done it before. He always gets what he wants.
Letting your hand drop from his clutch, his hands go to your splayed thighs. Grinding his clothed bulge against your weeping cunt.
The noise that leaves you is a feral thing, released from somewhere in your rib cage. The sensation sets your teeth grinding, back arching. Eyes roll back into your skull, as raw pleasure claws its way up your spine. Your hands grasp onto his forearms to anchor yourself. The rough material of his pants sends almost painful shocks of pleasure along your neglected clit.
"So sensitive...and just from your fingers, damn, Buttercup, if I'd have known you needed it this bad, I would've started sooner."
His words are mocking, and his lips curl up in a wicked sneer. He knows you hate his little pet name for you. He laughs in cruel delight as your nails dig into the flesh of his forearm, a minor form of rebellion. As he grinds into you again, the front of his pants no doubt soaked in your slick.
The leather of his gloves creaks as his fingers dig into the soft fat of your thighs. Every grind sends pulses of pleasure through your clit. Your hips buck up to meet his grinding. Moans and whimpers fall willingly from your lips as need overwhelms pride.
Again the bolts become more intense, your cunt clenches around nothing. But the friction of his grinds is enough. That coil behind your navel tightens, your breath hitching as it gets closer.
"You gonna cum already?"
You whimper with a nod to his taunt. His grinding slows, and you let out a keen of dismay.
"Use your words," he growls, fingers digging painfully into your thighs. Little red marks bloom under his abuse, marks that will molt from red to blue and purple.
"Please, please, don't stop." you hate how soft your voice is, hate that you have learned to beg to this man... this monster that took everything from you. He leans down the brim of his hat, bumping your sweat-slicked forehead.
"Don't stop what?" He mocks his tongue slipping out to trace over his lips. Your eyes watch the movement with another whine. Deep down, you hate yourself for wanting him, wanting this so badly. But that's a moral dilemma for another night, a night when he's not here. A night when you’re not panting to be fucked like a bitch in heat.
"Please, need to come—want to—ah!"
His hands move up your legs and cradle your ass as he grinds just right against your clit. He keeps up the pressure grinding into you until your fingers fist in his shirt sleeves and your head falls back. Exposing the vulnerable expanse of your throat to his greedy lips. The scratch of his beard mingling with the painful nip of his teeth has you jolting. The pleasure returns full force, overwhelming your senses as Heisenberg grunts into your neck.
All your muscles tense as he grinds just right against your clit, your cunt throbs empty as your orgasm coils inside of you. Fingers grasp at his arms as your hips press boldly into his own. Finally, you tip over the edge he's been keeping you hovering over for too long. The cry that leaves you echoing in the dim space. It feels good, but it's not mind-blowing. You know he’s pulled stronger orgasms from you before. You know it’s only the beginning, a tease of the power he has over you. He’s just getting started.
Heisenberg growls. One hand leaves your hip to wedge between your bodies. Still, in a pleasure-induced haze, you barely register the pop of a button and the hiss of a zipper.
It's not until the heat of his cock pressed between your folds does some sense return to your mind.
"What--"
"My turn, Buttercup," a graveled promise as Heisenberg ruts the shaft of his cock against your sensitive clit before aligning himself and shoving in with one hard thrust.
A wispy moan is forced from your lungs as he all but fucks the air from your body. Your fingers could only do so much to prepare you. No matter how many times you take his cock. There is still a stinging burn as he stretches you almost too full.
"Fuck, still so fucking tight."
He huffs into your neck, giving the exposed flesh another nip. Another whine leaves you as your cunt clenches around him. The hand on your hip grasps in warning, his fingers digging deep wells into the fat of your hip. Looks like you're not the only one overwhelmed.
He doesn't take long to start a quick and aggressive rhythm. Little aborted thrusts that barely move his cock inside you. But it's enough that already your body is tensing.
Every movement of his hips has you gasping, moaning, whimpering. Hands go to his shoulders as he forces you back onto the table. Your legs wrap around his hips as his thrusts become more feral.
His motions are longer now, the flared head of his cock dragging against your walls, his breath huffing over your neck. His groans and grunts mingle with your own. The lewd sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your cunt have your toes curling, and your fingers fisting in the collar of his shirt.
The slap of his hips against yours filling the space, the sounds of the ever-churning factory now distant background noise.
A whiny moan leaves you as you feel his cock throbs in your cunt. Heisenberg grunts as your cunt walls flutter around his shaft as he chuckles into your neck.
"Fuck, you gonna come again already? So fucking needy."
But his actions betray him as his thrusts go harder, his hips slamming into yours, forcing his cock deep into you. His mouth and teeth mark up your neck and collarbones.
The painful bites mix with the pleasurable pain of his rough fucking. The table beneath you groans, creaking with every movement. Heisenberg's hand moves from its place on the table to fist in your hair. Giving a painful yank, he forces you to look at him.
Tears brim along your lashes, Heisenberg overwhelms you, his cock fucking you open, one hand keeping your hips stationary, the other vice-like in your hair.
"You love this, don't you," he huffs, eyes devouring your own. You bite your lip, trying and failing to stop the desperate cacophony of noises that escapes you.
"Come on precious," his thrusts grow languid again, the sweet build-up ebbing. You whine, teeth tearing into your bottom lip to stop the words.
"Oh, don't make me get mean, sweet cheeks."
Mean, the word lances through you like a knife. You thought you’d witnessed Heisenberg’s mean, or maybe he had been going easy on you. Your cunt clenches at the thought, and you bite your cheek to keep your wits. You whine as his hand yanks again at your strands of hair.
He leans over you, again reminding you who holds the power here. Who has dominated who in this. The mass of his upper body is overwhelming. Heisenberg is well-muscled from either his mutation or the hours of manual labor he’s put himself through. You don’t know. But you feel the ripple of muscle beneath the soft layer of fat. But you still haven’t answered him, a mistake he is quick to grasp. His eyes flash, and the grin falls.
"Come on now, Buttercup, tell me what you want, and I'll let this pretty pussy cream all over my cock."
He's stopped all movement and the pitiful whines that leave you do nothing to encourage him.
"I'm waiting," his upper lip pulls into a snarl as his hand releases your hair and goes to your throat. The leather of his glove is warm against your throat, fingers digging into soft flesh. Just above your pounding pulse, his fingers squeeze just enough that blood struggles to slip to your mind. The edges of your vision growing hazy.
You gulp, eyes falling shut at the pain. Heisenberg growls low in his chest, fingers squeezing harder. You hate that the noise has your cunt clenching harder around his throbbing shaft. He lets out a gravelly laugh. He's enjoying this so much. How much he has fucked you up. That you fucking crave this attention now. Crave his animosity, the pain, the pleasure. He has molded you into his personal plaything.
"Look me in the fucking eye and tell me what you want."
"Please," a choked plea escapes your mouth. Heisenberg leans down, his ear just above your lips.
"What's that sweetheart couldn't hear yah?"
You're so tempted to bite him, to give him a hint of the pain he has caused you. But you know better, he'd make you suffer. You want pleasure tonight, even if it’s at the expense of your ego. So with a stuttered breath, you finally confess.
"Please, Lord Heisenberg, please fuck me, let me cum, need to—need to cum."
The moment the words start, they can't stop. The babbling pleas, the manic need, you need this, and Heisenberg is the only one who can give it to you.
The animalistic groan that leaves Heisenberg vibrates through your chest, as his hips resume their frenzied pace.
Now he's fucking you, his cock spearing you open with every brutal thrust. The flared head of his cock dragged along spongy walls. He takes a moment to readjust your hips. The new angle has his cock going deeper. Every forceful thrust buries him into your cunt.
His hand tightens again around your throat, your moans and gasps becoming ragged as air struggles to fill your lungs. But Heisenberg knows your limit, releasing your throat as his cock slams into your cunt just right.
Your body goes rigid as all the sensations crash in your mind. The pleasure of your cunt stuffed full and blood returning to your mind. Your legs tense around Heisenberg's hips to keep him lodged in your pussy. He grunts as your walls flutter and clutch around his aching cock. You're so close, and you're gasping and whining for it. Hands fisted in Heisenberg's hair, giving a pitiful yank.
"Fuck, yes, fucking," his own words are becoming nothing but incomprehensible growls. A slave to his desires. The hand on your throat slips up to grasp your chin and cheeks. Forcing you to look at him. His face still shadowed by the brim of his hat. But those golden-green eyes are devouring you. Taking in your sweat-soaked flesh, his tongue slips out to lick along your bite-swollen lips.
"Where do you want it?"
He huffs into your lips, nipping at them, smirking when you give a soft whine. His thrusts slow again when you don't give him a quick answer.
"Come on, precious, tell your Lord where you want his cum."
It's so vulgar the way his voice purrs out the word, and the way your body responded eagerly with another gush of slick. Walls throbbing around his cock, gasping as his member twitches inside you're both so close. Pleasure wins out over sanity.
"Inside, please, need to feel it—inside!"
It's a desperate ragged plea. A tainted want that you hadn’t even thought your mind could conjure. The fucked out need to feel him pumping you full. For him to claim you, not just marking your skin but claiming your cunt as his own. Some small part of you is horrified that this is what you’ve come to. That this man, this thing, has turned you into a fucked out chew toy for his own pleasured corruption. But you don’t care, not now you don’t. You're so close you need it to feel his cock inside your abused cunt. To feel him come undone inside you as you crumble around him. He snarls in delight and presses a messy kiss to your lips.
Somehow, his thrusts have reached their peak as his other hand forces your hips to the edge of the table. Your legs flex to keep your bodies as close together as possible. Both of you moan as your cunt clenches around him, and he fucks deep into you.
You gasp as finally all the teasing, tormenting, and pain come to a delirious rush. Your muscles tense as that coil tightens, hands grasping and ripping at Heisenberg's hair and shirt collar.
"Come on, know you're gonna cum, little slut," he growls against your lips as you pant, whine, and moan against his.
A finally frenzied thrust has you gasping, your vision going white for a moment as his cock hits something inside your cunt that has you crying out.
Fingers claw, toes curl, your cunt pulses as everything goes blank. Head thrown back, body tense and overstimulated. Heisenberg chuckles. You feel his cock throb inside your fluttering cunt as he fucks you through your orgasm.
You gasp and writhe the sensations too much, but Heisenberg keeps you pinned beneath him as he fucks into you with wild abandon. His thrusts become erratic and short. He's close. You can see it in the flash of those eyes as he lets out a grunt, bottoming out inside your cunt.
He lets out a snarling groan. You answer with a soft moan as you feel his cock pulse inside you. The warmth of his release fills your cunt. You keen at the heat of it. With every pulse his cock spills more into you, you shiver as your cunt clenches around his softening member, as Heisenberg growls.
Giving you another painful kiss, his tongue delving between your lips, forcing your tongue to twine with his own. He tastes like tobacco and rusted iron. He grunts into your mouth with the last spurt, moving your hips back onto the table as he pulls out with a lewd, wet noise. Your legs fall off his hips. As if he's fucked the very feeling from them. Your body twitches in aftershocks.
Too fucked to bother moving, all you're aware of is Heisenberg tucking his flaccid cock back into his pants. The feeling of his cum leaking from your cunt has you quivering.
"Don't go wasting it now," he chuckles breathlessly, and you gasp weakly as his gloved finger scoops up the fluid and fucks it back into your cunt.
"Fuck," your hips jolt, trying to get away from his rough treatment. The wet noise of his finger fucking into your used hole. He tuts and places a hand on your mound, pining you, as he keeps finger fucking his cum back into you.
"Can't have you wasting all this, though there's plenty more."
He laughs, satisfied that he’s fucked your cunt full again. Pulling the digit out, he leans back, looking at his glove.
"Now look what yah did," he grouses. You blink stupidly up at him, seeing his finger shining in the yellowed light with his cum and yours. Heisenberg is quick shoving his leather-clad finger between your parted lips.
"Be a doll and clean that, won't you?"
You stare up at him doe-eyed for a moment, aware of the sticky feeling of your mixed fluids coating your lips and tongue. Heisenberg’s finger presses against your tongue, making you wince, as he forces his leather-clad finger deep enough you gag. Still, your brain stalls, unable to grasp his intent.
“Don’t got all day Buttercup, and I’m not gonna be as nice if I gotta teach you another lesson.”
The threat coats his words in a dark promise. You got lucky today, he was merciful this time. Even though you know you’ll be walking wrong, you obey now, tongue swirling around the cracked leather, tasting the salty mixture. Heisenberg watches your every movement, a wide-tooth baring grin never leaving his lips as he feels your tongue swirl along his finger and your cheeks hollow, sucking the leather clean. He pulls it from your lips with a wet pop.
"Well, that was fun, but there's work to be done. Get dressed and meet me in the autopsy room in five."
Heisenberg's change of mood still gives you whiplash. You cry out as Heisenberg gives your exposed cunt a sharp slap. The pain and pleasure make you curl in on yourself. He chortles to himself as those green eyes take in your form.
He's already turned to leave the room with an arrogant swagger to his steps. Picking up his discarded coat, slipping it on with an easy flourish.
"Don't be late sweetheart, you know how I hate tardiness."
You sit up with a wince and manage a half-hearted middle finger to the mad lord's back.