"I've been thinking, Melo. You have some rather particular tastes that we haven't fully indulged in."
Kabuto sat across from me at the table, studying me over our breakfast. He spoke with a hesitancy that was almost always followed by something intriguing.
"I wasn't aware that I had any. Unless you mean this tea, in which case I would agree. I'm going to go make another cup in a moment. Would you like one?"
I gestured towards him with the half-full cup, smiling.
"No, thank you. I was wondering about how you might feel doing something a little…more adventurous. You seem to enjoy being ordered around, and surrendering control to me. I think you might enjoy consensual non-consent."
He downed a large gulp from his own mug, as if he had said something difficult.
That might mean more to me if I knew what it was.
"What's that? I mean, I know the words individually, but I don't really get what you mean."
He took his glasses off, cleaning them on his cloak before settling them on his nose again.
He must be nervous indeed…
"Think of it kind of like our roleplay. But the thing that we're roleplaying is that you are being…that you said 'no' instead of 'yes'."
"Ah."
"It's an idea I've been toying with for a while, but I understand if you feel hesitant. Even if you know it's just me, that can still be a little scary to go through. And of course, you'd be able to opt out at any time. 'No' won't really work to stop it, but 'red' will."
I emptied my cup, taking my time to savor the last of my tea before I answered.
"I'm not sure. What's expected of me?"
"Just honest feedback. That you'll say 'red' if you want me to stop. That you don't feel pressured into letting me do things you actually don't want done. It can just feel very freeing to not be in charge of yourself anymore…or so I've heard. And what you should expect from me is…force, but nothing more than we've already done. We don't have to do anything like that, if you don't want to do it."
"Give me a minute to think?"
"Of course."
I took my mug into the kitchen, pouring more water into the kettle to boil. As it heated, I imagined it.
I do love how much stronger he is than me. When he takes control, it makes me melt. And…that time I visited Orochimaru was close to what I think he's describing. I've had a craving for something similar since. Maybe this would be a safe way to explore that.
The water boiled over, and I lifted it from the heat for a few seconds before changing my mind and pouring it down the drain. I walked back out to Kabuto, decision fully resolved.
"Let's do it."
"You're sure?"
"Completely."
"Would you like me to go over what I was thinking, or would you rather it be more of a surprise?"
I don't think I can handle the details, that's going to make me nervous.
"I just say red to stop, right?"
"Right. And if you feel like you can't talk, or if you actually can't talk, tap three times somewhere near or on me."
"I trust the details to you, then."
He shivered, exhaling slowly while he looked at me.
"Then I'll see you tonight, dear. I've a few experiments to check first."
I felt anticipation building inside of me.
"Can't wait."
I spent the rest of the day lounging with my snakelings, all of which were growing healthily. My favorite seemed especially fond of me today, curling herself over my shoulders and neck to steal away whatever warmth she could. I realized that I never actually set a time to meet Kabuto far too late to find him and ask about it. Instead, when I felt it was late enough, I simply went back to our room.
Where else would it be, anyway? I'm starting to feel so nervous. I hope I don't disappoint him…
I felt eyes on me as I walked through the winding hallways, trailing my hand against the wall to keep me steady. When I was almost to our room, a door opened silently behind me. Strong hands reached out, wrapping around my mouth and my chest. I was pulled back against a body behind me. I felt myself panic for a moment before I remembered the agreement from this morning and allowed myself to be dragged backwards into the pitch-black room he had emerged from. The door closed behind us, shrouding us in darkness. Breath chilled my skin, and I heard Kabuto's voice from behind me.
"Going somewhere?"
He released my mouth and grabbed my arms, leading me through the room. It was too dark for me to see what was going on, but there didn't seem to be much to bump into.
Most of the cells like the one I stayed in are set up the same way, so that would mean the bed is…
I was shoved onto something soft that seemed to be in about the same spot as my bed used to be.
So now I know what the room is probably like. Good.
Kabuto's body followed mine, hands traveling roughly under my shirt, twisting it and ripping it off of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, body chilled by the sudden exposure to the air. He pulled them apart, holding them up over my head. I tried weakly to pull them back down, unsure of how he would react. He pushed us both over onto the bed, and I landed on my back with him on top of me. He threw my arms over my head, over the edge of the bed.
"Keep your arms where I put them, or there will be consequences."
He kissed me harshly, letting his teeth bruise my lips. He kept moving his hands over me, pinching the skin at random spots as he caressed my chest. I opened my lips wider, allowing him to force his split tongue into my mouth. I drank him in as deeply as I could, savoring his taste as he explored. My hands moved on their own, brushing through his hair and pulling him closer to me in the darkness. He chuckled, teeth closing on my lower lip. He bit hard enough to break skin, and when he pulled away I tasted blood.
"You moved your arms. I did warn you."
He settled one hand on the side of my face, and used his other to tap my other cheek.
That usually means he's going to…
I felt his hand connect sharply with the spot he had tapped, leaving my skin feeling hot and tight.
"Ahh~"
"Such a dirty noise, are you really this worked up from just a kiss?"
He tapped the spot again. I froze, waiting for the promised slap. The sound of his hand connecting firmly again rang in my ears, the sound of blood running hot through my veins. His hand trailed down my cheek towards my throat, its gentle weight making it hard to breathe.
"That hurts~" I choked out.
It was as close to 'non-consenting' as I could be, given how much I was enjoying myself. He chuckled, then withdrew his weight from me completely. It was impossible for me to track him in the darkness without being able to trace his touch back to him. I listened carefully, hearing nothing.
Well, he wanted me to act non-consenting, so I'll just…
I rose unsteadily, one hand on the wall to orient myself. I walked towards where I knew the door would be, trying to leave without being heard. A firm hand pulled me away from the wall, spinning me and pushing me towards the center of the room. I reached out blindly around me, unable to make contact with a single object. His laugh echoed around the room, not allowing me to pinpoint his location.
"Trying to run? But we're barely getting started."
I sank to the ground, tracing the tiles on the floor with my hands.
The longer lines on their sides are horizontal, so if I just follow the shorter lines, they should point to the door.
I started slowly crawling along the lines, confident that I was either heading straight towards or straight away from the door.
A 50% chance of being right isn't too bad. I've always rounded up, anyway.
My hand connected with a shoe, then traced its way up the connected leg in front of me. It was warm, warmer than Kabuto's skin. I yelped, throwing myself backwards.
"You can't escape me, darling. You're mine."
The warm figure followed me, catching me and dragging me up to my knees by my hair. I recognized the clean smell of unscented soap on its hands, mingling with the lingering scent of formaldehyde.
The corpse puppet. That's alright, I can handle that.
I relaxed again, confident in my identification. The warmer hands held my head against its body, firmly bracing me against its leg. I tried to pull my head away, and it slammed me back against itself. Its fingers pushed into the pressure points behind my jaw, forcing my mouth to hang open, hoping to relieve a bit of the pain. It held my mouth open like this while Kabuto silently approached. He ghosted his hand over my arm, bringing my hand to rest on his leg.
Right, tap if you need to stop and you can't talk.
He fisted his hand in my hair, angling my face up towards him. He pressed himself into my mouth, slowly working both hemipenes at once as he rolled against me. I was unable to close my mouth around him with the puppet's fingers still jammed into the points at my jaw, and I could feel saliva dripping down my chin as he rocked slowly in and out of my mouth. He kept pushing deeper on every thrust forwards until he had pressed his way past the back of my tongue, into my throat. I felt my lips connect with his torso. He began grinding against my face, rubbing his hemipenes together inside my mouth. He pulled himself barely out of me before jolting right back in, unwilling to pull out of my throat's tight, hot grasp any further than he had to. I felt the wetness between my legs spreading, making my pants uncomfortable. I let out a whine, and the hum against him drew a soft groan from his lips. He pulled out of me, taking a noiseless step backwards. The puppet released my face at the same time. I fell forwards onto my hands, coughing several times before I was able to breathe easily again. Kabuto's voice came from close behind me, suddenly concerned.
"Need to stop?"
"No, I'm good."
His voice regained the taunting harshness it had held before.
"Good~"
The puppet's arms wrapped around me. It yanked me up against it, wrenching my arms back by the elbows. It held them together behind me, pulling them against its body so that every movement I made tugged harshly against my own joints. Kabuto's hands roamed freely over my chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps everywhere his cool skin met mine. He pulled my pants down, leaving them looped around my feet. I lifted my leg to step out of them, and he caught my thigh in his hand before I could regain my balance, pushing it to the side and stepping between my legs. He was already forcing himself into me before my foot hit the ground. I moved instinctively away from his violent encroachment, but was unable to escape the firm grasp of the puppet. It lifted me slightly higher, forcing me to stand on my tip toes to maintain contact with the ground at all. My leg bounced with every thrust, kicking fruitlessly into the air behind him.
"Do you like it, dear? Being used like this?"
His thrusts shook my voice, but I still tried to force out an answer.
"Y-Yes~! Yes Sir, I really do."
"I can tell, you're not exactly resisting."
It's hard to act like I don't want it.
"I'll try harder."
"You don't have to if you're not comfortable with-"
I moved my second leg up from the ground, using my shin to push him away from me. His hands dug into my hips, holding me in the air as he resettled both of my legs on his shoulders. I pressed my knees together, intending to keep him from reaching his goal. He switched both of my legs to the same side, stepping in to force my legs higher into the air. My weight shifted into the puppet's arms, and I felt myself being bent in half as my legs were pushed closer and closer to my shoulders. Kabuto pushed his fingers into me, testing the amount that I could fit inside at this angle. I let out another needy, desperate noise.
"You'll have to do better than that, Melo~"
He started working his cocks into me again, holding my legs together at the knees, legs extended. I savored the stretching feeling, unable to continue my faux resistance. The new angle allowed him to hit that spot inside of me with every thrust, and I felt like I was going to cum almost immediately if we didn't stop. I gathered up all my willpower and shifted my arms, slipping out of the puppet's grasp. I landed on my hands, using the sudden movement of my weight to yank my legs away from Kabuto.
Now what? Bet he wouldn't expect me to go deeper into the room.
I stepped forwards, towards where the door to the connected bathroom should be. I felt the wind from an arm reaching by me, towards the spot I would have been in if I had tried to escape. A hiss rang out in the darkness, followed by another laugh.
"Run if you can, darling."
I silently crept towards the bathroom.
If I could close the door behind me before he caught me, I could lock him out.
I inched my way across the room as he listened, holding my breath to prevent the sound of my exhalation from giving away my position.
I should be close. Probably just one more step, maybe two…it should be right…SHIT!
My foot caught the door sill, and I stumbled slightly. Kabuto's full weight slammed into my back, sending me toppling forwards. His hand cradled my head as we fell, preventing any real damage. The tile still bruised my back as I landed, knocking the breath out of me. I turned under him, striking out with my hand against his shoulders, pushing him slightly away from me. I felt his cocks twitch against me as he easily forced me back down. I tried a little harder to push him away, relishing the way he groaned as he overpowered me again.
He's so much stronger than me, it's unreal~
I tested my nails against his skin, gauging his reaction. He just chuckled again, catching my hands by the wrists and pressing them back against the cooler tiles below us. I felt him pushing into me again.
He's going to do it right here, on the bathroom floor?
I tried to pull my knee over between us. He leaned down against my torso, not allowing enough space for the move to work. His cocks pushed in as once, harsher than before. I gasped as he buried himself inside of me. I fought with all my strength against his powerful arms, enjoying the straining in my muscles as shifted his weight over me, not allowing me an inch of freedom.
"You're not getting away from me so easily this time. You're too weak, baby. There's no escape for you."
That tight ball was forming in my stomach, and I felt close to unraveling. I fought harder to pull myself free from him, feeling that delicious tension spread over my whole body as every muscle pushed into overdrive, trying to get away.
"Poor little thing, you're trying so hard too~. You'll just have to take it until I'm done with you."
He taunted me from above, too far away to kiss.
What else can I do? If I can't fight him off, then I could always…
I swallowed, gathering my courage to try a new aspect of acting non-consenting. My throat was tightened by embarrassment, my voice was almost inaudible.
"S-stop…"
He froze, voice immediately comforting.
"Melo, did you mean to call 'red', or are you just…"
"No. Just acting. 'Red' means stop, you said everything else wouldn't work."
I felt him shiver before he sank into me again, stroking irregularly for a few seconds before he regained his control.
"Stop, please~"
He groaned, leaning down to nip my ear.
"Beg all you want, I'm not going to stop until I'm finished."
I tightened around him, feeling my body start to shake. I sucked at the blood on my lip, letting the coppery taste pull me further into the fantasy.
"Please stop…"
"Sir" doesn't feel like the right title here. He's not playing his usual role, after all…he's still being so careful with me, but there's something darker there, too…
"Please stop, Daddy~."
He dropped his full weight onto me, rutting into me senselessly. Sound after sound escaped his lips without meaning and he moved, unable to form full sentences for several seconds. His arms wrapped around me, almost too tightly for me to breathe. His palm supported the back of my head, but my ass was pressed harshly into unforgiving the ground over and over again.
"Shh, precious. Lie there and take it while Daddy uses you, okay?"
I had never felt him move so desperately, never been fucked with so much neediness before. I tried to push him off of me again. His teeth sank into my shoulder, deeper and deeper until I let my hand drop back onto the tile. I was gasping, barely able to hold myself together. My body clenched up, and I moaned.
"Daddy no, stop~ It hurts~"
"Fuck, I'm gonna…"
His body stiffened over mine, and I felt him buck his hips forwards irregularly a few more times, rhythm fully abandoned.
"Do you like it, Melo? Do you like it when Daddy rapes you on the dirty floor like this? When I take the choice away from you and force you to be my little plaything?"
I couldn't keep up any semblance of non-consent anymore. His strained voice, his obsessive possession…I needed more.
"Yes, Daddy. Please, please cum in me. Please let me feel it~"
"Fuck~!"
Hot spurts shot into me, filling me to overflowing. I came at the same time he did, back arching as high as I could before his body forced me back down. His seed spilled out of me, pooling on the floor below us. He laid there, buried deeply in me for several long minutes before he could move again. He didn't bother getting up. Instead, he rolled onto his back and pulled me onto him, caressing my back gently with his hands.
"How are you feeling, Melo?"
Amazing. Fantastic. Powerful. Satisfied and starving for more in equal amounts.
"Pretty good."
"Is there anything that was scary, anything you want to talk about? Like we were saying this morning, sometimes this kind of thing can be…"
"Nope. How about you?"
"..."
We laid together for several more seconds, and I felt myself slipping into relaxation that threatened to become sleep if I didn't move soon.
"...you can consider keeping that title for me, if you wish."
"We'll see."