He could not believe he was back here underneath the burned out remains of his past. The only thing different was apparently a new, stronger set of manacles. He tugged and twisted, and didn't manage any sort of give, Hell they were padded this time so he didn't even put a mark on his wrist. He didn't remember how he'd gotten here. Was this some sick little joke on Peter's part? Before he could come up with some sort of plan he heard someone coming down the tunnel. He immediately stopped struggling and attempted to play possum. There was laughter immediately, and he couldn't help himself, he looked up then.
"Oh sweetie, I don't know which part is funnier, that pathetic attempt at subterfuge, or the look on your face right now. Makes me wish I'd thought of getting a camera. Some things just need to be documented... for posterity."
If he'd actually been in his wolf form his hackles would have been up after hearing the tone of voice coming out of that mouth. "Stiles?"
"Well, you're half right." There was a smirk as he reached for chains, and for half a second Derek thought he had imagined it all, and that Stiles was here to let him loose from some sort of screwed up game he didn't remember playing. Derek opened his mouth to protest when instead of releasing the cuff, Stiles tightened it. Snakelike he shoved something in Derek's mouth. He realized a shocked moment later that it was a ball-gag, as Stiles buckled it on.
"Can't have you howling for that pathetic pack of yours, now can we? Not yet anyway. Maybe later, after I finish playing with you, I'll bring them down and hang them next to you, one at a time, and let you watch, while I take them apart. Maybe start with Scott. I still love those brown eyes, and I bet he's so, so pretty when he cries."
"You never where quick on the uptake, Der. Here, lemme help you out." One hand scraped down his side, teasing and light, and then Stiles darted in and licked up his stomach. "Remember me now, sweetheart?"
His eyes are so wide now, watching the body in front of him, head shaking from side to side slowly, as he prays that this is some kind of sick nightmare. It can't be real.
Stiles strutted over to a box then sat down, and turned to watch Derek, eyes avid, feeding on his shock. "I guess you're lucky confusion is such a good look on you." As shock slipped into belief, and over to rage, Stiles just smiled. "I still love how much you hate me. It makes this so much more fun."
"Now be honest. I know I'm nowhere near my normal gorgeous self, but this body is very pretty, isn't he?" Stiles said, standing up and spinning around slowly. "Daddy always did get me the nicest things. Of course this one is a little banged up, but that really couldn't be helped. Besides, he's as innocent as you were before you met me. Well... for the moment. I'm sure you can help me out with that pesky little problem. Really break him in right."
Derek was straining against the chains now; fear and anger causing him to shift, and gave him added strength, but the chains held.
Stiles... Kate just laughed, lips pursed as she watched the apparently fascinating show he was performing. One hand slipped down to rub at her... at Stiles' pants. "Well... this is different, no wonder you were so easy to be lead around by yours. Mmm this gives me all sorts of ideas. Now way back when we had some fun, and I wanna play, you have no idea how boring death is." She slipped off the box and stalked across the room towards him, hands trailed up his body, while she pressed Stiles against him, smelling of desperation and want and aggression.
"Now, we're gonna play, but there are some rules. You hurt this body, you're not hurting me, you're hurting Stiles. See here's how this works; There are these nifty little tattoos on him that let me come and go, and I have enough power to keep him going through quite a bit of damage and not even feel it, but he does. So, you disobey and he takes the punishment. If he takes too much damage when I leave you get another death on your conscious."
"Now, I'm going to take that gag off and lower you down just a bit, and you are going to do everything I say. If I hear one noise I wouldn't approve of, then I'll slam a knife in his kidney and make you watch him bleed out cursing your name. Do we understand each other?" She slid a hand along his cheek and waited for him to shudder and nod.
She removes the gag and then adjusts the chains, pushing him to his knees. "I have to say, that is a good look for you, sweetie." She pulled Stiles out of his pants and stood in front of Derek. "Be nice now, Derek. You're his first after all." She ordered, one hand against the side of his face.
She could feel the boy's mind slithering around inside, but couldn't access it yet, at least beyond reading the stronger emotions he was blasting her with. She could only deny him control, but even that was a rush. Her senses were stronger now, even in this body. The feel of Derek's mouth on her, knowing she was in control was almost blindingly strong. She wanted to add an edge to that, and reached out to hurt him, one blunt finger sliding closer to one of those eyes. Windows to the soul, right, and she wanted his soul broken and bleeding. He'd heal, but let him try not to hurt this body through the agony of it. Mmmmm she almost came at the thought.
He could see it coming, and she could see him trying to steel himself for the pain, but before she could dig the finger in it froze in place. The boy, it had to be. Clearly this would require some experimentation. She slid his hands up into that hair and gripped before slamming into his mouth and holding him while he gasped and gagged. That felt exquisite, and there wasn't a single twitch from the boy. His consciousness wouldn't let her hurt Derek, not really anyway. She could choke him with this body's cock, but not put out an eye. She pulled out and reached for a knife. Again it stopped before she could plunge it into Derek, even somewhere non-lethal. A thought popped up and she immediately spun the knife around and stabbed it through Stiles' left hand. Nothing, not a murmer from the boy.
Derek on the other hand was just precious. There were actual tears. Well, that meant she was going to have to adjust the plans, just a little. This would still be fun. Besides, causing Derek physical pain was never going to break him. Hurting Stiles on the other hand... well that was going to be all sorts of fun."
