Author's Note: Rated M for a reason! Contains explicit sexual content, sexual torture, potential rape, and sadism.
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Kate was a fucking psycho. She was a grade-A fucking nut job. In the beginning, he'd hoped she was just strategic and had taken him because the pack would come. And maybe that was a small part of it. But Stiles had learned very quickly.
When he woke up, he was tied to a cot that was bolted into the floor and there wasn't anything he could do. Somehow, he was already stripped down to his boxers. He figured it was to take any bobby pins or similar tricks off his person which was actually smart. They didn't even do that at the police station and he'd managed to get out of cuffs more than once because of it but that was…. Irrelevant.
He didn't have time anyway. Kate came flouncing in and he realized that wasn't it. That wasn't it at all...
Kate was absolutely twisted. She was sadistic and perverted and she loved to torture him. His first lesson had been that she'd hit the bottoms of his bare feet with a riding crop if he spoke out of turn. And she'd hit harder each time he did it again. Soon enough, she moved onto whips and paddles and Stiles looked like a damn easel for someone learning to do special effects makeup.
When he'd finally got the courage to ask why she was doing this, Kate smiled. She'd explained that, while he might be bait for Derek, that didn't mean she couldn't have fun with him. She said she'd start gentle and started stroking him through his boxers. His gut started to churn at the touch. This is was so fucking wrong there weren't even words to describe it. The fear kept him soft for a while until she pulled his boxers down around his thighs and started full on pumping his cock.
He couldn't help it and he hated it but he became hard in her hand. She grinned. A finger-fuck Kate's finger-massaged his balls and he could feel himself getting close. Kate laughed and pumped harder. He couldn't breathe and knowing it was Kate doing this only made it worse. She squeezed and fuck! And made him come, even though he hated himself for it. .
She left him like that, crying with his stomach covered in gooey white liquid and his dick out. There was nothing he could do. Stiles cried himself to sleep.
Kate came back but he didn't know how long it'd been. He demanded and then begged to be let go but she just grinned. This time, it seemed, she'd brought tools. Of course she did. In one hand she held a curved black stick that appeared to be made of silicone but was too smooth to be a dildo. And a small vibrator. She laughed at his expression, lubed up the black thing, and eased it into his ass not nearly as slowly as she should have. Fuck it was huge how the hell did gay guys do this!?
It hurt and it felt wrong but if he spoke he knew she'd thwack his feet. She did it anyway and he screamed, only provoking her to do it again. Stiles was crying again.
Kate connected the black stick to something underneath the table with a thin, black cord. It was electric-that couldn't be good. She laughed and purred, rubbing up his thighs.
"Worried, baby?" He didn't speak but she showed him a dial-one to ten-and clicked it to the first setting. Almost immediately, his ass was on fire. It was a vibrator of some kind, no need to go into how he knew what that felt like, but it was also electric and it was zapping his guts. His ass started to rhythmically contract to it but it didn't feel good at all and the fact that it was Kate made him want to throw up again.
He did throw up.
Kate just laughed and kept going. Two settings higher and it started to turn his guts to mush. He was going numb to it and she could tell, obviously displeased by it. She clicked on the little vibrator in her hand and ran it over his nipples. He flinched and arched away but he couldn't move enough to do anything and he was drained enough as it was-he had to give up. She turned it up two more notches.
Stiles didn't even realize it but he looked down and his dick was standing at attention. It was the electricity he reasoned and he didn't have control over it but he still hated it because this was so fucking wrong. He was still crying. She turned it up to seven and his cock started to twitch and pulse as he got closer to the edge. At least if he came she'd leave him alone, right?
So he closed his eyes and pretended it wasn't Kate and he came all over his stomach. She grinned and crooned but didn't stop. She turned it up to an eight and Stiles almost screamed. Kate's laugh made him throw up again-he heard it spatter on the cement floor.
"What's that baby? You want it to stop?" He nodded, still crying. She turned it up to a nine. He wasn't hard again and he wasn't even sure if he could come again but Kate seemed to be determined. She stepped back for a second and he was hopeful but she returned with an ace bandage wrap. She took his limp cock in her hand, gave it a few experimental tugs, and then held the vibrator against it. Stiles screamed.
She grinned and wrapped the bandage tight around his dick, holding the vibrator tight against it. It hurt so fucking bad but he was hard again.
"Poor baby," she crooned, running her hands all over his body. Her fingers nudged the thing in his ass, pushing it up further into a new position, and he groaned in pain. His whole body ached and throbbed like he was in a fucking shredder. She just laughed. She turned it up to ten. He moaned and it was mostly in pain but he could also feel himself getting close again. He didn't think he could do it.
He did.
She grinned but tortured him through it and the aftershock before she switched the vibrator and the electric stim off. Stiles had never been so relieved. Finally, he felt like he could breathe again even if it was hard. Even if his lungs felt like there were nets around them, squeezing too tight to allow him to take in air. It was more than before, at least.
"How's that, baby?" Suddenly he was overcome with anger. Who the fuck was Kate to do this to him? Who died and made her the bitch of hell? He mustered up the strength and spit on her shirt. Kate sneered.
"Well, fine. If you're going to be a little bitch about it might as well treat you like one." She turned the vibrator back on and he groaned in pain. Fuck he shouldn't have done that. His dick was so sensitive it just hurt. But she didn't care-she turned the electric stim back on at a low setting too, probably two or three. She flicked his balls for good measure and he cried out.
"You'll learn." She left. He couldn't believe he was fucking stuck here and he couldn't shut either off. He felt so weak he wanted to throw up again but he couldn't-there wasn't anything left to throw up. He dry heaved a few times but only saliva came.. He was overwhelmed by the pain.
When he came a third time, he was more surprised than anything. It'd been so long that he was numb to almost everything but the stimulation and was more dazed than anything else. He didn't even realize it was his voice that was screaming. Was it possible to die from overstimulation?
Stiles didn't know how many times he came. He didn't even know how long it'd been because he passed out somewhere between five and six and only hazily awoke once or twice. But when Kate turned the machines off, he was awake just enough to process it. Then he promptly passed out.
Stiles woke up in a different position. He was still tied and tied well but now he was on his knees, bent over something like a bench or a short table. His wrists were tied to his knees, pulling his shoulders down and making the joints ache. He could only half lift his head. But did it matter? He didn't have the strength to lift it very much anyway. Something hard connected with his ass, sending a jolt through him and he yelped.
Kate's laugh made his stomach drop.
"Hey baby," Something wiggled into his ass but he barely felt it anymore. "I think you'll like my new toy." Mechanical whirring started up behind him and he winced in anticipation. The dick in his ass began to move. It was slow for now, just a rhythmic in and out, but he had no doubt that would change.
"You're going to come for me, baby. A lot." Kate was in front of him suddenly but he'd learned the hard way not to talk back. Her hands disappeared beneath the bench and he winced when something touched his dick.
"Awww is baby sensitive?" It felt vaguely like a cup with a plastic bag inside it but that didn't seem right. He didn't have much sensation left in his dick except a dull, general pain so it was hard to tell. She clicked something and it suctioned tight around the base of his dick. Well that wasn't good.
"You ready, baby?" A hot, twitching tongue licked up the side of his face, leaving a trail of burning slime that turned ice cold way too soon. She bit his neck and he felt like he was going to throw up again. He didn't respond. Her hand flipped a switch somewhere anyway.
The machine began to pump and pull his dick.
It was a goddamn milking machine. Like he was a fucking cow. She grinned at his clear anger.
"You'll see, baby." He let his head hang again. It wasn't worth the effort to keep it up but now he could see the machine, see-through and latched onto his cock pumping up and down with powerful suction. It felt detached though, like he was watching it happen to someone else.
"Now the fun begins." Behind him now, he heard something clank and the whirring got faster. The dick in his ass pulled out sharply, then plunged back in with the same speed. She turned it up more, and then more, until it was fucking him open. It hit a spot in him and he squealed no matter how undignified it was because it took control of his entire body. Kate laughed and turned it up more, hitting that spot every time. He came in under a minute, the combined stimulation too much.
But she didn't stop.
Of course not. He hadn't really expected her to but he'd still hoped and begged God for the relief. She turned down the dick in his ass and left both machines on relatively low settings. Enough that it was painful-not enough for him to come. He could heard her footsteps on the cement.
"You're fun to play with." He jumped when a riding crop hit his lower back-hard. God dammit he was crying again. Why did she have to be a fucking sadist instead of something nicer, like a sex addict? This wasn't what he wanted. It was horrid but he finally let himself ask the one question he hadn't before: Was he ever going to get out of this hell? Or did he even want to know the answer anymore?
"You're going to come again." He didn't reply but he knew he didn't have a choice. She wouldn't let him have a choice. Again, she struck him this time on the back of the neck and he reeled. But he couldn't move far enough to do anything except shift the dick in his ass.
Again, this time on his inner thigh. She laughed and ran her hand up his spine, tangling her fingers in his hair and yanking his head back just to see his face. Again on his stomach.
She struck his ass but seemed to reconsider and instead tapped his balls. He groaned in pain. She did it again, harder. He bit back a scream.
"Oh, baby. We're just getting started."
Stiles blacked out.
Hope you enjoyed it! Rated M for a reason, Derek and Kate interactions in next chapters, Derek/Stiles later on. Please rate, review, follow, favorite, and such!
