Chapter 2 - consensual non-consent / rape play

Stupid dreams. Dumb stupid dreams and the feelings they left inside her anytime she had them. Ever since childhood, sleeping brought her nothing but trouble. First the nightmares, stalking her through every rest and tormenting her with the tragedy of her childhood, and now, when after years she finally seemed to be getting them under control, not completely eliminating them mind you, this started happening. New dreams, new problems. Nowadays, Mikasa had other kind of night visions not letting her sleep.
They changed, night from night, but some variables remained the same, creating a pattern which wasn’t hard to follow. It was always dark, and she was naked and bound, the positions different every time. Sometimes she was on her back, sometimes face-down, hands behind her, sometimes she was tied to the bed instead. At the start, there was nothing, just her, listening to the silence, but then some unseen door opened, and a presence entered. Mikasa could never see who it was, as the face was just a mass of shadows, but deep down she had the feeling that she knew the man. He didn’t say anything, and neither did she, and after a minute or so of just watching her, the shape stepped forward and his hands descended on her body without uttering a word. The touch was cold, sending shivers down her spine, traveling lower and lower, until his fingers reached the apex of her thighs, invading her most private area. The shadow played with her, listening to her gasp and moan, not reacting in any way to the sounds she made. He didn’t care when she complained. He didn’t care when she cried. He simply acted. And after some time, Mikasa could feel the bed around her dip as he climbed on, spreading her legs with strong hands, and took her, forcefully, against her will, ignoring how much she begged him to stop. That was the point when she usually woke up. And the thing that scared her the most? It wasn’t the dream, the cold touch, or the rough way he entered her, it was the feelings she had when she woke up. It wasn’t fear, disgust, or any of the emotions that would be perfectly reasonable to have after a vision like that. For reasons unknown to her, Mikasa was always terribly aroused instead.
After some research on the internet, she found out that this fetish, if it could be called one, wasn’t that terribly uncommon as she feared, many women seemed to be into this kind of thing. While that was all well and good, it didn’t solve the issue she had. How in the world was she supposed to break this thing to Eren? Would he even be willing to do it? Honestly, she was kind of afraid that she will scare him with this, so Mikasa kept her mouth shut, for now, trying to figure out the best way of formulating this quite unusual request.
“Miki, you okay?”
Oh shit, her daydreaming must have been too evident, because Eren was looking at her over the table with a clear question in his eyes, maybe even a bit of concern. Forcing a smile on her face, she picked the fork back up, digging into the salad with renewed vigor.
“Everything’s fine, I’m great.”, she gestured towards her food, hoping to distract him, “This is amazing by the way.”
But as usual, Eren’s emerald gaze seemed to pierce right through her deception tactic.
“C’mon, talk to me. Please?”, reaching over, he took hold of her hand, squeezing it gently, “What’s wrong?”
“I…Ugh.. Nothing, really.”
“Really? Because it’s not just this, it didn’t escape me how you act in the morning sometimes. How quickly you rush over to the bathroom to get a cold shower right after waking up, or how you avoid me for a few hours after. What’s happening?”
“I can’t… I can’t tell you, it’s weird.”, she shook her head, “Just drop it.”
He wouldn’t give up that easily.
“Miki…”, with a decisive move, Eren stood up, rounding the table and pulling her after himself, until they could sit down on the couch, facing each other.
“Seriously, after the things we’ve done, why are you afraid of telling me something weird?”
His reasoning was too good, but Mikasa wasn’t ready to give up yet. Crossing her arms, she looked away from him, pouting slightly. Screw Eren and his mind-reading abilities. Fingers appeared under her chin, stroking the soft skin there, so nicely that It made her purr. Damn automated body responses.
“You remember the cat ears?”
“Uhm… Yes?”
What does that have to do with anything?
“And do you remember how you had to press me before I told you how much I liked them?”
“Of course.”, that was funny, the way he squirmed when she pressed him against the wall, demanding to know why he acted like an asshole the whole night.
“See, this is totally the same situation. You have something you want to try, but you won’t tell me, cause you think that I will freak out or something.”, the stroking hand took hold of her chin instead, tilting it so she would look at him, “Baby, you fucked me in the ass multiple times at this point. There’s nothing that will make me think that you are weird.”
All right then, he asked for it. Taking a deep breath, Mikasa redirected her gaze back at her hands, not feeling like talking and being face to face with him right now. She was sure she’s going to blush herself to death.
“I want to do CNC with you.”
“What’s that?”
“Consensual non-consent… It’s…”, she finally did look up, despite the redness of her cheeks, wanting to see his reaction when she explains herself, “rape play basically. I want you to take me against my will, or more like, pretend to do that. Understand?”
This was exactly what she feared, the look that appeared in his eyes., like she just announced that she’s dropping her fighting career to pursue a newfound fascination in knitting. Right, time to make an exit now, when she can at least pretend to preserve some scraps of dignity.
“I told you, it’s stupid.”, Mikasa stood up, “Just forget about it and….”
Eren caught her hand, pulling her back to sit, shaking his head.
“Hey, easy, I’m just surprised a bit, that’s all.”, he let out a long exhale, apparently coming to terms with what she just said, “Give me a second.”
Once again not feeling particularly keen on having eye contact, Mikasa fidgeted with her fingers instead, waiting for him to sort out the thing she dropped.
“Right, so…”, Eren cleared his throat, making her look back up, “how exactly do you want me to do it? I would really appreciate some pointers, because I never really thought about… you know… forcing myself on anyone.”
Oh yes, she could help him out with that. Mikasa spent some steamy hours fantasizing about what she would want this encounter to look like, so she had a number of ideas. And without further ado, they started spilling.
“I’d want you to ambush me, somehow, drag me to the bed, tie me up there..”, her imagination was running wild by now, wanting to tell him everything before this burst of courage wears down, which was bound to happen, sooner or later. “and I want you to have your way with me.”
“My way?”
“Yes, just... you know… fuck me. But not as you usually do.”
Eren laughed at this one.
“And I’m supposed to do it differently how? I’m sorry to disappoint you but I have only one penis.”
“That’s not what I mean.”, she threw him a frustrated look, “When we normally have sex, you always care about my pleasure too, usually even more than you do about your own. This time, I want you to only care about yourself, just use me as you wish, with no concerns about how I feel.”
“Okay…”, Eren was chewing on his bottom lip now, thinking, but he didn’t seem disgusted or anything. His face was curious. “Anything else?”
“Well, you could throw in some verbal abuse, degradation, stuff like that. Oh, and one last thing, but this one is not necessary.”
He motioned for her to go on. Well, time to test her luck.
“I want you to drug me.”
Now Eren’s eyes were really popping out of his head.
“You want what?”
“Drug, sedate, something like that. Put some pills in my food so I can fight back as much as I can when you take me, but I won’t be able to win. Because I don’t really want to win there.”
“Miki, this is heavy, you understand that?”
“I do.”, she nodded, “Completely. And I’m sure that I want it.”
She spent enough time thinking about it and weighing pros and cons to be certain.
“The only question is,”, she continued, “are you willing to do it? Be honest, please. I don’t want you to force yourself because of me. If you would be uncomfortable with this, I’ll drop it, I promise.”
Gears turning in his head, Eren stood up, walking back and forth a few times, before sitting back down, taking a breather.
“I am.”, he finally announced, and the two simple words made Mikasa’s pulse speed up. Was he really agreeing to it?
“But I have three conditions.”
“Sure, what are they?”
“First, I wont gag you during the play, so you can always safeword out.”
Sure, that would take away a little bit of the authenticity of a real thing, but she wasn’t surprised that Eren wanted her to have a way out. The thing she asked him to do was very, very intense, and it will be easy enough to get lost in it.
“Second,”, he went on, “the thing I drug you with, it can’t be anything strong. Just some muscle relaxant or something, but nothing to knock you out or make you high. And most importantly, if you feel uncomfortable with anything, and I mean anything, I will do, I want you to use the safeword immediately. Understand?”
That was okay. After all, she didn’t want to sleep through the play, she wanted to experience it all, lucid. Mikasa just didn’t want to feel strong during it, she wanted to be helpless, as in her dreams, and a bit of sedative should help her with that. Honestly speaking, she was still surprised that Eren agreed to that drugging point.
“Those are fine by me.”, she said out loud, “Anything else?”
“Just that I decide when we do the thing.”
“Sure, but how will I know?”
“Oh, don’t worry.”, an ominous smile appeared on his lips, “You will baby, you will.”
Even with Eren on board, Mikasa still felt the need to justify it for him, just a little bit more. It was her dream after all, and she secretly really hoped that it will be as hardcore as she wanted it to be.
“You can think of it as a late birthday present for me.”
“Right. That would make it the perfect porn title.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you know,”, Eren’s voice took a different tone, as if he was announcing something, “I tie my girlfriend up and give her the hardcore fuck for her birthday. Directed by Eren Yeager.”
“Good to know that you have it all figured out.”
“Perfectly. If everything else fails, we are taking the porn biz by storm!”
Despite the seriousness of their conversation, Mikasa could feel herself smiling.
“Can’t wait.”
 
It was rather easy to spot. Few days later, Eren brought her a cup of tea in the evening, and while that was nothing that out of ordinary, the way he handed it to her surely was.
“You sure you want to drink it?”, he asked, slowly, to make sure that she understands what’s he saying.
Mikasa thought about it before, a long time really, and yes, she was sure. She wanted this. With a nod, she reached out, taking the cup from him.
“I am.”
“All right then.”, Eren straightened, scratching the back of his head, “I need to go for my evening shift, so enjoy your tea.”
She watched him take his bag and leave, only turning in the door back towards her, eyes unreadable.
“You know I love you, right?”
“Of course, I do. Love you too. Stay safe.”
She only loved him more that he was willing to indulge even the darkest of her desires so readily. The door closed with a click, and Mikasa was alone. Lifting the cup to her lips, she took a sip, grimacing a bit at the bitter taste, most likely caused by the drug. With embers of excitement smoking in her stomach, she drank it all in one big gulp, putting the cup down. There, she took it, let the play begin. Now all she had to do was wait right? Anxiety, nervousness, a tiny bit of fear, it all mixed together, making her pace around the house wiggling her fingers when they started to feel numb. In the end, she decided to just go ahead and take a shower, both to kill time, and because for the things to come, it was better to be as clean as possible. Under the water, with the warm liquid spreading all over her skin, Mikasa could clearly feel the effects of the drug, weakening her muscles, forcing her to lean on the wall for a second to come to terms with it. Whatever Eren gave her, it wasn’t very strong, as her mind didn’t feel foggy at all, but her body was surely far from the peak performance. Finishing her bath as quickly as possible, she dried off, covering herself with the towel as she left the bathroom in search for some clothes. That’s when she was attacked.
Strong hand wrapping around her neck from behind, the other around her waist, she was squeezed with a force that made the air leave her lungs. Instincts kicking in, Mikasa immediately started fighting against the hold, but to her horror realized one thing. She couldn’t break it. Whoever was holding her was rather strong, and with the drug in her system, she simply didn’t have the force necessary. That didn’t mean that she stopped trying however, still pulling with all her might, much to the amusement of her assailant.
“Feisty are we?”, he whispered into her ear, voice muffled by something she couldn’t recognize. “That’s all right, I like my women wild.”
“Let me go you bastard!”, she screamed back, increasing her efforts.
“Nah, I don’t think I’ll do that.”
The hand around her throat increased the pressure, and Mikasa was soon running out of air with no way to replace it. The hold was merciless, choking her until she was on the verge of fainting, only then pulling back to let her cough and suck the blessed air into her lungs, all thoughts of fight leaving her. Her attacker took advantage of her state, quickly dragging her someplace, and Mikasa had no idea where they were going until he threw her on the bed, the soft material cushioning her fall. Dazed by the impact combined with the lack of oxygen, Mikasa felt mightily disoriented, reaching out to feel the bedding around her with unsteady fingers. The man didn’t seem to pay attention to her right now, rummaging through the wardrobe.
“Would you look at that, the ice princess seems to enjoy some after-hours fun.”, a muffled laughter, “I’d never guess that.”
Desperate to finally get a good look at who attacked her, Mikasa managed to sit up, even with her head spinning, and pushed the strands out of her face to see. A tall figure, dressed in blue medical scrubs, long hair tied to a ponytail. He was broad-shouldered, the exposed forearms well-muscled, and when he turned back towards her she finally saw the reason why the voice was so weird. A surgical mask was covering the lower part of his face, hiding it from view.
“Who are you?”, she demanded, trying her best to prevent her voice from shaking in fear, “What do you want?”
The medic let out a dark laugh, coming closer to the bed and dumping whatever he collected on the floor before Mikasa could get a good look. His hands were also hidden, she realized, by latex gloves. He must have noticed her eyes on them, because he held a palm up for her to see.
“Wouldn’t want to leave any prints behind, would I. And for your questions.. you don’t seem to understand the game here sweetheart.”, he shook his head, “You don’t get to ask stuff. Now come here.”
As if. Moving as fast as she could Mikasa tried rolling down from the bed and towards the door, but he was faster. Hand wrapped around her ankle, and she was being pulled towards him, no matter how hard she clawed at the bed to stop him. Menacingly looming over her, he grabbed her arm and forcibly turned her over, pressing a knee to her back after to keep her in place.
“Get off!”, Mikasa screamed, squirming underneath, but his hold on her was firm. Too firm to do anything.
Leaning forward, the medic placed his mouth right next to her ear, hot breath washing over it as he spoke.
“Oh yes, keep fighting bitch. I’ll just enjoy it more when I break you.”
Shuffle of fabric later, Mikasa could feel the pull at her arms as he began putting something on her, shrugging it over her shoulders. Only when he flipped her over on her back, she realized what it was. The straitjacket. Whoever he was, he seemed to be quite experienced with this type of restraining tool, because her arms were useless and pulled to her stomach before the reality of what was happening fully entered her brain. Trying to fight against him, Mikasa kicked, getting some good hits into his thighs and torso, but all the attacker did was grunt, not slowing down in his efforts.
“I’m glad that I drugged you before sweetheart.”, a very evil chuckle cut into her ears, “I can hardly feel those kicks now.”
Closing the buckles shut, pulling the garment tight over her, he tied her with methodic movements, straightening when he was done. Enjoying the view most likely. A quick pull proved what Mikasa feared. The black jacket was still completely foolproof, making both of her hands totally useless. In an attempt for revenge, she kicked him between the legs, or rather tried to, because once again he moved as fast as a snake and grabbed her foot instead.
“Your kicks might be weak, but I should still do something about the legs. Right?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Oh no, that’s what I have you here for.”
Cuff tightening around her ankle, she did her best to kick it off, to no avail of course, while he worked in silence, only grunting when she tried really hard to pull her legs away from him. The second followed the first, and the stiffness afterwards confirmed Mikasa’s suspicions. That bastard just tied her to a spreader bar, forcing her legs apart. The cold reality of what was about to happen finally seemed to wash over her, and she started shaking, terrified.
“P-Please don’t do this. Just take what you want… I have money.”
He leaned forward, looking right into her eyes, green above the blue mask.
“If you think this is about cash, you haven’t been paying attention.”
Those emerald fires flicked downward from her face, as he seemed to notice her chest, uncovered since the jacket had a window there, squeezing the supple flesh roughly with his hands.
“Nice tits.”
The last embers of desperation in her caught fire, and she screamed in defiance, thrashing in her bonds, pulling with all her strength, but it was completely useless. It held. The gloved hand moved back from her chest to her throat, squeezing the air out of her, forcing her to calm as her vision darkened.
“Sedated, but still so violent.”, he clicked his tongue, “Seems like I have to increase the dosage next time.”
“Please no. Don’t. I have a boyfriend.”, the tears of frustration appeared in the corners of her eyes, sliding down over the skin, “You can’t do this to me.”
“Do you? Well, too bad for the guy then.”
Fingers, sliding down over her stomach, past the tiny trimmed stripe of dark hair, between her legs, forced open by the bar. Cold tips traced up and down her slit, the latex freezing against the heated skin. Mikasa tried to shy away from the touch, to close her thighs, anything, but she was helpless, pinned down like a butterfly in a display case.
“From where I’m standing,”, he whispered, so low and dark that it made her shiver, “It looks like I totally can do what I want with you.”, finger pressed into her, sliding in, “And I will.”
Screwing her eyes shut, tilting her head away, Mikasa pressed her lips tightly together, hoping that no sound will escape her, trying to take away as much of his fun as she could. To her credit, she did manage to hold most of them in, while his fingers moved in and out of her in a slow tempo.
“All this talk about how much you don’t want this,”, a deep shove of his digits made her cry out, even through her efforts. “but you are still so fucking wet, aren’t you?”, a palm pressed against her clit, the move so familiar yet so wrong right now, “Fucking whore.”
“No.. No… Stop..”, tiny pleads Mikasa managed to push in between his movements, but all he did was ignore them, pulling out his fingers to bring them up right in front of her face.
“See?”, he asked, rolling the proof of her arousal between them, “You’re dripping.”
“No.”, she shook her head, as if the word could rewrite the reality that was glistening right before her eyes. The denial seemed to make him angry, because without further ado, he pulled his pants down, pressing his tip right against her entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”, he gripped her hair, forcing her to look at him, the fire in his eyes threatening to burn her right here and there. “And you’ll take it, because you are a good little slut, aren’t you?”
Maybe he had her beaten, tied up and at his mercy. Maybe he could take her body, do whatever he wanted to her, but he couldn’t take her mind. Not this easily. In the best show of defiance she could think of, Mikasa spat in his face.
“Fuck you.”
Completely calm, he wiped the spit from his face. The slap that followed was powerful, making her ears ring, but that was far from the worst he did. Much more humiliating was the next move, as he pushed the bar up, above her shoulders, exposing her rear completely to him, and burried himself as deep inside her as he could, ripping a pathetic whine out of her throat. He semeed to love abusing the flexibility of her body. She couldn’t see his face, but Mikasa could almost imagine that satisfied fucking smirk that this show of weakness must have brought up. Determined to break her, just as he said he would, he began moving. It just felt too good, those deep thrusts, hitting all the right spots, the whines getting more and more frequent. Rough and uncaring for her, his hips picked up a pace, fucking her into the mattress. Hand tightened around her throat, as he started choking her again, most likely as a retaliation for the spit, always letting her breathe only when the stars started dancing behind her eyes. It was so good, so bad, terrible, perfect, wrong and right at the same time, it made her eyes roll back, legs shaking in the cuffs. And through it all, another decision cemented inside the tiny part of her brain that was not completely blown away right now. Mikasa wouldn’t come. She had no intention of giving him the satisfaction of seeing her come undone underneath him, against her will. Teeth pressing together, she focused on this goal, clutching to it with all her remaining mental might. Luckily for her, he didn’t bother with touching her clit, uncaring for her pleasure, so with a lot of effort, she managed to push the orgasm back, not giving in to it. It was still close. Just as Mikasa felt that her limits have been reached, he pulled out, breathing heavily.
“Damn your pussy feels good. So tight and wet for me, even with all your defiance. That reminds me..”, with a grunt, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, going until her head was hanging freely, hair spilling down around it. “I do have better uses for your mouth than screaming “Stop please” at me.”
Face appeared right in front of her, as the invader crouched to be on level with her.
“Now I know what you are probably thinking. Something like: If this bastard even tries to put his cock in my mouth, I’ll just bite it clear off. Did I get it right?”
Mikasa remained silent, because that was exactly what she was thinking.
“However, I would like you to consider something. You’re bound, I’m free, and I have all the time in the world to make you suffer. If I’ll feel even a hint of your teeth, I’ll just stop being nice.”, the terrified silence was the only reaction he needed, “And I’m going to hurt you, really, really bad.”
With eyes full of tears, Mikasa nodded, telling him that she understands. Satisfied, he patted her cheek.
“That’s a good girl.”
Straightening, hips pressing forward, she could feel the tip right at the seam of her lips.
“Open.”
With no other choice, she obeyed. As soon as he was in, he grabbed her hair for leverage, and began thrusting in, exactly as he liked. It was almost never like this. Even when she was with her boyfriend, Mikasa was usually in control of the act, dictating her own tempo and the things she was doing. But not now. Now, this guy was just straight up fucking her throat, using the angle to its full advantage.
“Oh fuck… This is… Ah….”, really enjoying himself apparently, he seemed to be getting more and more lost in his activity, pushing deeper and making her gag. Hungry for more, his fingers closed on her nipples, pinching, the scream that the flare of pain produced realizing as a very pleasurable vibration around his shaft. This was so humiliating and degrading. She was crying in frustration again before she realized it, tears traveling upwards now that her head was hanging over the edge of the bed. And it went on and on, until Mikasa thought that she’s going to go crazy, mouth and throat really needing a break. Her tormentor only pulled out just as he was about to finish, blowing his load all over her face and exposed chest, groaning.
“Fuck, your throat is just perfect. Feels as good as that thing between your legs.”
She didn’t want to answer him. Violated, coughing, on the edge, all Mikasa wanted to do right now was curl to a ball and cry, but her nightmare was not yet over. Collecting his bearings after a few deep breaths, the medic pulled her back to the middle of the bed, leaning over her after with an evil grin beneath the mask on his face.
“It’s time for your rectal exam miss Ackerman.”, he said, so sweetly, and flipped her over, face pressed against the mattress. That’s when she broke.
“Why? Why the fuck are you doing this? You son of a bitch!”, Mikasa screamed, pulling on the jacket again, creaking the leather, even when she knew that it was useless. She had to do something, just lying there and taking it wasn’t her way. “Let me go! You hear me? Get off and let me fucking go!”
“Why am I doing this? Well, I guess you earned the right to know.”
The bed dipped as he moved, grabbing something from the ground and throwing it on the bed, right next to her head.
“You see what that is?”
Turning her head, she tried to get the best possible angle, which wasn’t much with her face right on the bed. From what she could see, it was one of the fashion magazines, with her on the front page, wearing an expensive looking leather jacket, leaning on a bike.
“This is when I first saw you.”, his voice was right in her ear again, “And from the first moment, I just knew that I had to have you.”, burying his nose in her hair, he took a deep breath, obscenely taking in her scent. “The ice queen. The tough biker chick. The professional fighter. Look at you now.”, gloved hand, cold on her skin, creeping up to squeeze her face between the strong fingers. “Underneath me. Tied up. At my mercy. Not so tough anymore, huh? So strong? No, this is the only thing you are good for. Taking my cock like a good whore.”
He pulled back, one hand coming to rest on her ass, the other staying at her neck, keeping her grounded.
“So that’s why I’m doing this. From the first time I saw you, I knew that I had to break that cold expression on your face, to see you squirm beneath me, to fuck the perfect model in her tight ass. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Broken, openly crying, trying to move away from him, slip out of the iron hold, she shook her head and begged him to stop when he pressed three fingers into her mouth, ordering her to warm them up. Mikasa didn’t even have the strength anymore to try biting him.
“You will appreciate it yourself.”, he said with a chuckle.
The cries for mercy only intensified when he did push those warmed up digits into her ass, or rather tried to. Determined to make his progress as difficult as possible, Mikasa clenched her muscles as much as she could, hoping to keep him out.
“Damn, that’s some impressive strength.”, pulling out the one finger he managed to push in, her tormentor retrieved something again, lubing it up. “But as always, I am prepared for everything.”
Metal slid into her, so slippery that she couldn’t stop it. A circle that went in, preventing her from fully closing herself up, situation he gladly took advantage of, putting his fingers back to work, and in the same time pushing his dick right back between her lower lips. She couldn’t fight back. All her prodigious strength, her years of training, completely useless when she was tied up as she was. A knee at the back of her legs kept her from moving even a little bit, rendering her unable to shift her position. He was way too good, way too ready for her little rebellions, way too knowledgeable about her body, and how she fought, countering everything she did. With her safely secured, he fucked her, rough and hard, indulging himself. To her horror, it felt good, and unable to hold it back anymore, Mikasa moaned, again, and again, dirty, sinful, embarrassing sounds. When she tried muffling herself by biting the sheets, he grabbed her hair, pulling at it painfully, making her arch her back and put her head up, facing the ceiling. And just like that, she was exactly as he wanted her.
“What would your fans say?”, he growled, fingers working in and out, the glove squeaking,, the wet slaps of skin on skin audible, “Your friends at the modeling agency, your training partners, if they saw you like this? Huh? Their great hero, the champion, moaning like a slut when someone fingers her ass while fucking her.”, he laughed, “They are all wrong aren’t they. You aren’t a person to look up to. You’re just a cheap whore.”
It was too much. Too overwhelming. Too perfect. She was on the edge, so close yet so far, body straining but unable to finish. It seemed that he had no intentions of going further, and movements halting, he pulled out, breathing uneven same as hers.
“Close to cumming, weren’t you? After all this crying about how much you don’t want this, fucking slut. More importantly though, how could you even think about finishing without my permission? Did I allow you to fucking finish bitch? Huh?”
When she didn’t answer, he slapped her ass, again and again, making her scream, this time from the pain, squirming beneath him. But the sting was nothing compared to the utter humiliation and helplessness she felt. And still, the nightmare was not over. Fingers disappearing, the metal following soon after, as he deemed her prepared and broken enough, Mikasa could feel a different pressure against her rear, sliding in.
“Now, do you remember what I said I was going to do earlier?”
He did to her exactly what he promised to do. He fucked her ass, hard, scattering all the pieces she just managed to pull back together again.
“Such a perfectly tight hole,”, he growled right into her ear, “this is so good, too good even. You know what, I think that I will keep you.”, tempo increasing, his movements became rougher, pressing her into the mattress with every deep thrust, “I’m going to lock you in the basement, chained and leashed, and only come down when I get the taste for any piece of your body.”, he gripped her hair again, so hard that it made Mikasa cry out in pain, angling her head back so he could see her face and she could see his. The eyes above the surgical mask were feverish, burning. “You’ll live as my sex slave, only existing to serve your master in any way that he sees fit. You’d probably even like that, wouldn’t you?”
That was when he came, right inside her, groaning into her ear like an animal. Satisfied, the deed done, he finally allowed her backside to lower itself on the bed, letting her rest in her shame, completely and utterly destroyed. Lying in the puddle of her tears after, Mikasa could hear him shuffling around, pulling his pants back up, before a familiar snap of a camera invaded her ears. Rough hand on her shoulder, he rolled her on her back, and snapped a few more picture of her ruined face, covered in tears, drool, and the remnants of his first finish.
“Just one more thing before I let you go, oh stop crying, just one more favor. You can do it, come on.”, With sure hands, he undid her straitjacket, throwing it away after. Cold touch entering her again, it made her whimper, sensitive, while he was stroking her, two fingers in, palm against her swollen clit, building up the tightness in her stomach that was just slowly dying out after all the rough fucking without her getting an orgasm even once. Mikasa didn’t have the power to fight back, even with her hands free, simply lying there, sobbing quietly. As quickly as it appeared, the touch was gone, his voice back inside her ears.
“I want you to finish yourself off. That’s right, sit up, touch yourself. Do it!”
Terrified by him, by the shouted order, Mikasa straightened, hand automatically flying between her legs, where she began stroking herself, slowly and with an unsure shaking touch, as her hands felt like water, both from fear and spending so much time tied.
“That’s right, in and out, in and out. Add another finger, you can handle it. Play with your clit a bit, don’t be stupid. You know how to pleasure yourself, don’t play stupid with me.”
He pressed her on, murmuring those little encouragements, while the camera still snapped from time to time, taking pictures of her. Naked, with spreader bar between her legs, masturbating while crying. Must have been really the picture of mental health. It was so humiliating, touching herself because he ordered her too, with him standing right in front of her obscenely spread legs, watching. The ownership it displayed, the level of his mastery over her, it felt terrible. And it also turned her on so goddamn much. To make it even better, just as she was nearing her finish, he told her to stop, and when Mikasa disobeyed, desperate as she was, he caught her hand, pulling it out of her. The loud whine that tore from her mouth, full of desperation and need, downright shameful.
“You won’t come unless I tell you to, understand?.”, he slapped her again, gripping her hair after to make Mikasa face him, “Understand!?”
“Y-Yes..”
She had no more energy to deny him, drained both mentally and physically, exhausted beyond her normal boundaries.
“Good. Then you’ll also understand that I won’t let you come unless you beg me for it.”, letting go of her hair, he straightened, resuming his position from before, “Seems like you calmed enough. Start again.”
She did, obeying, because there seemed to be no other way for her anymore. Mikasa tried hiding her pleasure this time, closing her eyes and tilting her head to cover her face with hair, but the fucking bastard caught it, and stopped her, right before the finish. Despite her wishes, he forced her to edge herself for him, torturing her abused body with her own fingers.
“Please… Please….”, the words appeared on their own, falling from her lips, accompanying the wet sounds her hand made. Mikasa had no pride anymore, no self-respect, those words lost their meaning. There was only the desire inside her, and the man who kept denying her, over and over again. The one who was still unmoved by her pleas.
“No.”
“I beg you, M-Master…”
“Beg me for what?”
She looked up, to see if he wasn’t joking, but there was no trace of amusement in his eyes. He just wanted her to say it all, spell it out for him, to prove that he really broke her. Spoiler alert, he did.
“Master, p-please, may I come?”
“Why would I let you, huh? Is it because you are my filthy whore?”
“Y-Yes.”
He shook his head.
“Say it.”
“I’m..”, she swallowed, forcing the words past her lips, “I’m your filthy whore, master, you own me.”
“That’s right, I do.”, very pleased with the results of his test, he smiled beneath the mask, “Time for your reward. Come for me.”
As if the words broke some barrier inside her, she came with a deep shove of her fingers, gasping, much to his amusement.
“That’s a good slut, cumming on command. Now lick your fingers clean. And thank me for taking pity on you.”
Still shaking, cheeks burning red, she pulled her digits out with a wet sound, putting them into her mouth and licking her sticky finish from them.
“T-Thank you s-sir.”
Grinning, he snapped a last picture, holding the phone up for her to see afterwards.
“Just a precaution, in case you would want to go to police or something.”, he wet his lips, leaning in to whisper into her ear. “The second you go talk to someone about this, those pictures will be all over the internet. And then everyone will know that you are nothing but a dirty slut. Don’t worry, I’ll visit you again, to snap some more. In fact, you can count on it”
With that, the door opened and closed, leaving her alone, dirty and shattered, completely exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Honestly speaking, Mikasa was on the verge of a total breakdown, and Eren must have sensed it, because he didn’t even bother with changing, just pulled down the mask from his face and stepped back into the room, sitting down next to her shaking body. She was a complete mess. Staring into the ceiling, jaw working silently, she didn’t even look at him when he came in, triggering the alarm lights in Eren’s head. Did he overdo it?
“Miki I…”
“Untie me.”, she interrupted him, voice cold, void of any emotion. Not sure how to respond, he obeyed, unclasping the leather buckles that held her legs tied to the spreader bar, dropping the metal on the floor after. Theoretically, she could have untied herself, but the fact that she didn’t spoke volumes about how bad she was emotionally right now. Still silent, Mikasa sat up, working her aching muscles, breathing heavily, trying to get it back under control.
“You okay?”, Eren asked, seeing that she still seemed far from normal.
She shook her head. Fuck.
“Does anything hurt? Do you need something? You want to go to the hospital? Should I call…”
She shook her head again, reaching out for him instead.
“Just hold me.”, she whispered weakly.
Immediately fulfilling that wish, Eren pulled her to his lap, wrapping her in a hug after, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. There were tears inside, fear that she needed to let out, now that everything was done. Out of nowhere, she began crying, clutching Eren a bit tighter, just to make sure that he’s really here, for her. She was shaking, hyperventilating, as if the reality of what happened finally hit her. Never, not even in her dreams, was the impact of the play this intense. Yet here she was, drenching Eren’s scrubs with her tears, just needing to let it out. Curling into a smaller ball in his lap, she did just that. Time passed. Mikasa was slowly but surely coming back to earth, while he just sat there, rubbing circles into the naked skin of her back. It felt good that he was touching her with his own hands again, not the gloves, so his touch was warm and pleasant. The tears finally drying up, Mikasa sniffed, looking up.
“Hey.”
She offered him a watery smile.
“Hi there.”
“What about now? Feeling better?”
“I think so..”, now that her most pressing need was over, she realized in what state she was. So dirty, it made her blush. “Can we take a bath?”
Not even bothering to answer, Eren stood up, picking her up, and carried her to the bathroom, for the necessary clean up. Mikasa didn’t let go of him the whole time, and now, minutes later, they sat in the tub with hot water around them, with her still planted firmly in his lap, face pressed into his neck.
“Wanna talk now?”, he whispered down, watching her reaction. Eyes fluttering open, she looked up, nodding. She wasn’t completely okay, not yet, but she knew that Eren is most likely scared shitless that he’s overdone it. Which was logical, as she literally broke down in tears after the play was done.
“Was this what you wanted?”, he asked, still uncertain.
“Yes. This was what I needed. It was great.”
“You sure? Because you did seem pretty bad, with all the crying and stuff…” he scratched his neck, embarrassed.
“It’s all right really. I had my safeword, remember? Didn’t use it.”, she shrugged, “I just got into the mindset, really deep, that’s why I cried. I was genuinely scared of you.”, Mikasa smiled, “Especially the threat that you’re gonna hurt me really bad.”
“Oh yea, I still have no idea why I even said. I mean, I had some things prepared, stuff I wanted to do, but most of the time I simply went with what felt right at the moment. I got really into it, maybe even little bit too much. I mean, you know I’d never hurt you. And the thing with me being your stalker, I hadn’t even planned that until I saw the magazine on the table.”
“You always were a great actor.”, she giggled, feeling him press a playful kiss to the top of her head, “But it was the same for me. I really felt violated… you know, terrified. I knew that it’s you, in the back of my head, but I just kinda pushed it out, hid it.”
Just the memories of what happened half and hour ago still made her shiver. The cold touch, the demanding voice, the way he touched her even with her crying and begging for him to stop. Intoxicating. But replaying the events brought back one question, one she really wanted to have answered.
“Eren?”, he hummed, signaling that he’s listening, “What did you drug me with?”
A grin spread his lips.
“Nothing.”
“Uhm.. What? But I felt it! My limbs were so weak, I couldn’t fight back when you grabbed me and….”
“It was all you, baby. You expected to get drugged, so your body did it to itself. I didn’t sedate you.”
“But… but… the tea! It tasted bitter.”
“Just too much lime, intentionally added, so you would get the stimulation. That’s it, the rest was just a placebo effect.”
“Well, now I feel stupid.”
He smiled, dragging his fingers through her hair.
“Don’t. Couldn’t see it coming.”
“What about the pictures you took?”, she remembered suddenly, “What are those for.”
“You just looked so ruined back then, I had to take a reminder for later. We can look at them after, and I’ll delete them if you want. Sounds good?”
“Okay…”
Not that she would admit it, but Mikasa was rather curious to see just how she looked back then. They sat in silence for a few minutes, until she couldn’t handle it anymore, wanting to know how he felt about what they just did as a whole.
“So how would you rate it? Now that we are done with it.”
Eren’s eyebrow pulled together, as he figured out what he wanted to say, hand not stopping in the caressing of her head.
“It was pretty good, intense, maybe too intense.”
“I feel the same. But it was a dream come true for me.”, tilting her head up, she kissed him, soft and loving, in contrast to all the brutality that was done to her over the course of the evening.
“Thank you.”
“Of course, Miki. You want some rough sex, then I’m just the guy.”
She started giggling, for no real reason, while Eren squeezed her tighter in his arms, peppering tiny kisses all over her face. And everything was all right again.
 
“Jesus, I look terrible here!”
“You think so?”, Eren peered over her shoulder, casting an inspecting eye over the photo. It was one of the later ones, with her riding out her orgasm on her own fingers, eyes rolled back, mouth open, drooling all over herself. In his humble opinion, it was hot as hell.
“I have to tell you that I quite like it.”, he informed her, all smug, “Maybe I should set it as my new wallpaper.”
She gasped.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Of course not.”, a grin, “But it’s fun to tease you.”
“We really got into it, huh?”
Flipping through the photos, Mikasa wasn’t sure just how the hell did they manage to do all this in all seriousness. She was completely wrecked in some of the pictures, a side of herself she couldn’t even imagine showing anyone else but Eren.
“Yeah…”, the hand that was rubbing circles into her shoulder stopped for a moment, as Eren tapped it to get her to look at him. “Now that the hormones had a chance to calm down, do you regret it?”
It was a horrifying experience. Mikasa was terrified at some points, abused, violated, taken advantage of. Hell, it was so much better than any of her dreams, scratching the itch she had just perfectly.
“No.”, she shook her head, making Eren smile, “I loved it.”
“Sexual deviant.”
“You’re the one to talk.”, she poked him, “Mr. Blackmail.”
“I was just covering my bases, you never know.”, he rolled his eyes, dramatically, “Women change their mind all the time.”
She tackled him for that, and they rolled around on the bed for a time before she ended up on top of him, smirking victoriously.
“So, Eren,”, she started, tracing his collarbones with the tips of her fingers, “Would you be willing to do this again? Sometime in the future?”, Mikasa grimaced a bit, “Not anytime soon mind you, this thing…. It’s great, but I don’t want to do it very often.”
“Then we are on the same page.”, taking hold of the finger that she touched him with, he gently bit into the pad, making her gasp and frown down at him and his toothy smile.
“Till next time then, Mr. Yeager.”
“Oh, but it wasn’t me before.”, he leaned closer, voice dropping to secretive whisper, “It was my evil twin, Mr. Incognito. He’s kind of a dick.”
Mikasa’s laughter was probably Eren’s most favorite sound in the whole world.