Disturbing het smut: Here. Hot het smut: Chapter 2.
(To people from other fandoms who have me on alert, this is not for you. If you go on and read this, I warned you.)
This is a response to Caught In The Act. You have all read that. I know you have. If you haven't, go away and read it. It's all publicly available. And if you still have the appetite for more (or just not enough mental scarring, here is more disturbing mental scarring. You may notice references to Caught In The Act.)
Also this is a response to the person that said 'I draw Gru doggystyle'. So I may have just given you fic that involves Gru in doggystyle. Face. Meet palm.
This is my insanity-smut.
Also. Ms Hattie is a disturbing, disturbing woman. Please. This is Ms Hattie/Gru.
Once again: Disturbeia lies ahead. If you would like to read actual, hot het smut, please click the Next button.
"...And I bought a Spanish dictionary, you creep." The plump woman slapped him across the face with the thick book before dropping it into his arms. "I heard you wanted to return the girls."
"Who sa-" Gru looked to the side, finding a grim-looking Dr Nefario.
The truth was, he should listen to Dr Nefario, and give the girls up. But he couldn't help thinking that the 'optimum' launch date could very well wait - there was another optimum day in a year, after all. And he couldn't miss the recital. He loved his girls.
"Where are the girls?" Ms Hattie said, tapping her foot.
Gru swallowed, hating himself. But he had done far worse things. Far worse.
"I believe there was some mistake..."
"Oh, come now. I came all the way here for a 'mistake'? Mister 'Gru', perhaps if I called the authorities, would they find a few...misreports...in your account?"
Gru looked down, wanting badly to disintegrate that woman. But she still had children to care for, and three girls were more than enough.
"I...can we make a deal? Negotiate, as it were?"
"If you do not bring the girls out, I can hardly see what kind of deal we might make."
Far worse things. Far worse.
"I beg you," Gru said, dropping to his knees. "Anything. I will do anything."
"Aa-nything?" the woman in pink said, tilting her head to the side. Her growing smirk was horrible to watch. Horrible. "Well," she said, a smile growing. Her voice twinkled, as though everything was alright in the world. "I do believe we have a deal. Come along, Mister Gru."
Far worse things. Gru closed his eyes for a moment before he got to his feet to follow the woman. Anything for his children.
As the door closed behind them, Nefario punched a wall. "Nonononononono..." he said, running the denials together. "This is not what I planned for." Then his head snapped up.
"Oh, no." The memory hit him. Nefario cringed.
Then the associated images followed.
"GRU! MY BOY! I'M COMING!"
He toddled toward his scooter.
Gru cringed, riding in her small, pink car. He really hoped that what he was hearing from the front was not going to be true. It would be a hellish journey there.
Far worse things. He wasn't sure if there were, anymore.
"I've always wanted to dominate a dentist..." the woman muttered, and Gru cringed.
"So tell me: what is this that we are doing?"
"We," said Ms Hattie, leading Gru into a small room with three small, pink beds, "-are playing doctor and nurse."
Gru lifted his eyebrows. "Doctor...and nurse?"
"Oh, come now, Mr Dentist," Ms Hattie said, already shrugging the white coat on. It fit her fairly well, he noted. "Surely you have played Doctor before, as a child?"
"No," Gru said, remembering the early days when everyone thought he was a girl. An ugly girl. "I don't believe I have."
"Oh, well," Ms Hattie said, smiling thinly. Gru gulped. "I'm sure you'll pick it up very quickly."
"Get changed," she said, bustling out of the room, fixing the headband with a red cross on it quickly.
The costume was very similar to what he'd worn to meet her, he noticed, except it was rather breezy at the back...
There was the snap of rubber gloves being put on, through the open door. Gru gulped.
"You are going to do exactly as I say, Mister 'Gru', or else I will call the authorities. Is that clear?"
"Yes," Gru said, staring out of the window. His breath hitched for a second due to sheer nausea, and he caught his breath. "You have made it very clear."
"Now. Bend over."
"...WHAT?"
"Authorities!"
Gru bent over. Far worse things? He was beginning to doubt that.
"Now, a dentist, I believe, should be able to withstand a great deal of pain. After all, isn't it in the nature of the trade?"
Gru was starting to regret that the minions had chosen that occupation for him. Wouldn't a - say, doctor in general - have been better? He swallowed, hoping that the woman would not resort to torture measures, and discreetly covered his balls with one hand.
"Look straight ahead, and whatever might happen, do not look back," Ms Hattie said. Gru shuddered. He wasn't sure he wanted to look back.
"Actually...I've changed my mind." the impersonal sensation of rubber gloves patted the skin under the white lab coat - very thin lab coat, he noted, not professional at all.
"Climb onto the bed."
Gru obeyed, climbing onto the bed, worried as the small pink beds began to squeak in protest.
"Get on your hands and knees."
Gru obeyed, looking down at the horrifically pink bedsheets.
"Now, now," Ms Hettie said, "What did I just say about looking straight ahead? I think you've earned a punishment. Turn around."
Gru very, very slowly turned his head back. His eyes widened at the sight before him, just as Ms Hattie seized a roll of tape from one of her pockets and stretched a roll across his lips, and began to quickly tape his wrists and ankles to the mattress, keeping him in postion.
"You know," she said, smiling altogether too pleasantly, "I learned all the different uses of tape from making Boxes of Shame."
Gru didn't know what those were, but he shuddered incoherently all the same.
"There. All done," the plump woman said, standing back to survey her work. Gru snapped his head forward again, unable to stomach staring at the woman for another minute.
There was a rustling, and a click behind him, as if from a harness.
"Look at me, Mister 'Gru'."
Gru turned his head slowly around, and froze still. Ms Hattie was wearing a dark purple strap-on, 7" long. She touched a button just above it, and it began to vibrate.
Gru began to struggle against his bonds, his eyes wide and his throat making swallowed sounds, but the tape kept him to the beds.
"Now, be quiet, and enjoy it, my dear," Ms Hattie said, approaching closer. She got out a jar of lubricant, dipping one of her gloved hands into it.
The impersonal touch of a rubber glove came to rest on one of his ass cheeks, and Gru cringed, flinching at the anticipation of pain.
Far worse things? No. Not even when the Ferret had tortured him for twenty-two days did he come as close to simply breaking down. The authorities - let the police come! Let them lock him up...let them...
"Or I suppose your children could be..."
His children!
Gru made a muffled voice of assent, closing his eyes and swallowing.
Two fingers spread him wide, and one finger inched into him. Even as Gru simultaneously tried to clench his ass and endure, Ms Hattie kept moving it in deeper.
"Relax, my dear, and you'll find that you quite enjoy it..."
Gru swallowed again, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He was certain that he wouldn't.
"Still so tense?" the plump woman tried to purr against him, and smacked him sharply on the ass. Gru made a strangled noise, allowing Ms Hattie to catch him off guard. She worked another finger into his ass, giggling girlishly at his strangled groans and involuntary movement.
The woman swivelled her fingers inside him, hitting a bundle of nerves. Gru squealed, his eyes wide and his breath coming fast out of his nose.
"All nice and lubed up now!" the woman's voice said, and pulled her fingers out.
Gru whimpered through the tape gag. He could taste the masking tape, bitter-sour, and he tried to concentrate on that instead.
Ms Hattie looked at the intimidating man, reduced to a shivering body on three of her ex-children's beds, and licked her lips. Then she thrust her hips forward, shuddering as the dentist made a strangled groan, rocking forward, still on his hands and knees.
"Don't you see?" she said, "It's very enjoyable."
The loathable woman made two or three thrusts before her strap-on began vibrating inside him, a low hum at a low speed that made him clench his butt cheeks in reaction. It was an odd feeling...oddly pleasurable. Gru tried to fight the sick feeling in his throat, but his body was beginning to betray him. Unwantedly, he began to get a mild erection. The strap-on was moving in and out of him at an irregular pace, and he could not judge or anticipate when the next movement was - nor, despite his pain and the nausea rising in him, how deep the woman would go.
"Don't you see?" Ms Hattie said, her voice beginning to come more shallowly from the exertion. "It's such a lovely feeling."
She flicked a switch and the vibrator began to go twice as fast. The strap-on slowly began to move as well, moving from side to side with a jerky motion.
Gru groaned, resigning himself to it. His erection began to swell, and his throat worked.
"Again!" the woman said, far too soon, and turned the vibrator up to maximum.
Still continuing with the thrusting, the little, plump woman shuddered with pleasure as Gru let out a long, desperate scream. The vibrator had manifested small ridges and nubs, and on one of the out strokes the woman had scraped the strap-on over his prostate.
"SAY MY NAME!" the woman shrieked. "SAY IT!"
"MMMMNGHHHGHKKK!"
Far worse things? There were none. And yet...his head was woozy and his cock was painfully, painfully hard.
Ms Hattie finished herself off with a tweak of her clit, coming down with a little, breathy sigh.
"Now," she said, pulling herself out. "Say you enjoyed that."
"Mmmnngh."
"Oh, yes, I forgot about your punishment."
Ms Hattie ripped off the tape around his mouth and around his wrists and ankles.
"Say you enjoyed that."
There were no worse things. None. "..."
"Authorities!"
"I...enjoyed that."
"Right!" Ms Hattie said, smiling broadly. She unfastened the harness, replacing it with a 9", pink silicone phallus. "Ready for Round Two?"
Gru's eyes widened, and he rolled off the very pink bed, cringing and trying to get over the pain. He would need full movement if he was to pull off his next maneuver...
Gru slammed his arms around her, forcing her over. "No. But now that you've had your fun, let me have mine."
"Oh?" Ms Hattie said, letting out another girlish giggle that didn't sound anything like one. "And what does your fun involve?"
"Turn around," Gru said lowly and growlingly, hoping against all hope that she would obey. "And watch the window with your hands on the bed. Stay there."
"Oh, I like you," Ms Hattie said, blinking at him under her eyelashes. She turned to face the window.
Gru flung his shirt and suit over his shoulder, grabbed his pants, and bolted.
"Gru! My boy! Where are you?"
Dr Nefario stopped as the woman of his memory stormed out of the Home For Girls, her arms crossed behind her.
He stopped as her gaze came to rest on him.
"You're a type of doctor, aren't you?"
Nefario swallowed, but nodded.
"I suppose you'll do. Get in here!"
Nefario lowered his head, and followed her in. Then he lifted his head. This was one that he took for the team.