Payback

My situation was not good. He'd already tied both arms and one leg before I woke up, so I was stuck. And what concerned me most was that we'd already had sex, so my prospects did not look hopeful. What could he have in mind? I cursed myself for falling asleep after my orgasm, as I'd never have consented to playing a game like this. So, it was not good at all.

His smirk was disconcerting. I tried not to give him the satisfaction of showing how worried I was, but I'm sure he knew, considering what a mind-reader he is and how pleased with himself he looked.

“Mugen, stop this,” I said, as he finished tying my right ankle to the other corner of The Box. The pose was completely uncreative, but effective: spread eagled, face up.

He chuckled. “Payback's a bitch, huh?”

“You'll live to regret it,” I threatened.

“Nah. Don't think so.” The leer on his face was almost frightening, and I hated him for it. He left my side and rummaged through his things for a moment. When he turned back to me, my heart quailed. Oh gods no! He had feathers. Two of them.

“There's a new vendor downtown,” he told me. “Aren't you lucky? I saw these and thought of you right away.” He leaned down and ran his tongue from my nipple into my armpit, teasing, while I grit my teeth and tried not to respond. “I know you're ticklish,” he whispered in a husky voice.

“Mugen, if you don't stop this now, I swear I'll...ack!” His tongue trailed down my side, and my body jerked. He was chuckling again, unconcerned by my threat. How I wanted to punch him!

“Let's find all your hot spots, K?”

I growled, knowing it was going to be bad. I am very ticklish. Damn. He picked up the peacock's feather, and I quickly strategized. Would it be worse if I responded or if I didn't? I decided it would be worse if I didn't as he'd just continue until I did, but I found the prospect galling. It would be quite humiliating. God damn him to the darkest hell!

He was methodical, the shit. Even though I had decided it would be better to respond, I couldn't. I just couldn't. He began at my neck, running the feather under my chin and along each arm. He got a few gasps out of me before I shut it down. I stopped paying attention. I closed my eyes, went inside my head and ignored what he was doing. It wasn't an intelligent move, but I didn't care.

As expected, my composure just goaded him into further intensity, and I was soon unable to shut it out. It didn't take long before he had me right where he wanted me, laughing and writhing and trying to keep from shrieking like a woman. Goddamn, fucking, shitfaced wolfbrat. Yes, I'm ticklish under my arms, and along my ribs. Yes my belly is way too sensitive. And my lower belly...damn, damn, fucking bastard, shithead...along the tops of my thighs. He found every secret place and wrenched the groans and pleas to stop out of me, while I panted and tried to manage the sensations.

I was vaguely aware I hadn't screamed yet and felt proud of that, when he took the quill of the feather and dipped it into my navel. I absolutely hate having my navel teased. It's so sensitive it almost hurts when he uses his tongue, so that stiff quill was way too much. I screamed, I begged him to stop, I had no shame at all. Thank the gods he did stop, eventually, but he was laughing so malevolently I could only cower in in fear. He was clearly not through with me and I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

I opened my eyes and chanced a look at him. He saw me and smiled the way I imagine he smiles at a man the moment before he skewers him. Shuddering, I wanted to look away, but found I could not. It was as though I was mesmerized by his gaze, and my heart did a flip inside my chest. No one had ever had this much power over me before and it felt...it felt...I don't know. I've never felt anything like it before. I felt small and helpless, like a child, totally at his mercy. And even though I trusted him, it still felt completely overwhelming, and I feared I might weep.

He gave me a few minutes to catch my breath, and then I felt the quill run up the sole of my left foot. Oh no! Please no! He sat on my calf, facing my foot, and attacked. He got that shriek out of me. Considering he was merciless, working my entire sole and in between each toe, he got lots of shrieks. I could do nothing but respond. I couldn't even manage to beg him to stop until he let up after a while.

“Mercy, Mugen,” I pleaded, gasping for breath. “Please, no more!” He got up off that leg, sat down on the other one and began again. “Noooooo....” was all I could wail before the laughing and moaning overtook me once more. It was pure torture. No other way to describe it. By the time he stopped I was dripping with sweat, practically unable to breathe. He got up and turned to face me. Running his finger along my cock, which was achingly erect, he chucked as I gasped and whimpered.

“You look like you're enjoying yourself,” he noted.

I was unable to respond. My brain wasn't functioning enough. Through unfocused eyes, I saw him pick up the other feather. This one was a raptor's pinfeather, long and stiff, not wispy like the peacock's. He sat down between my legs and I tensed. I was feeling so weary and overcome, I knew if he started over from the beginning with this feather, I probably would start crying or something equally shameful. I watched him warily, silently praying, when he touched it to the base of my cock and trailed it upward. I jerked in pleasant surprise. It tickled, but not in a horrible way, of course. He stroked and teased everywhere down there until I was moaning in pure bliss, then I felt him untying my left leg.

“You kick me or try anything funny and I won't untie you until tomorrow,” he warned. “Fuu would really get into seeing you like this.”

At that point I was too melted to fight him. Plus I was intolerably aroused and wanted more. He was pushing one knee back toward my chest and running the tip of the feather around my ass, and it felt blessedly wonderful. He did it for a long time and my moans were ecstatic ones. Then he stopped and dipped it in the pool of precum on my belly. I couldn't figure out what he was up to until he trailed it back down to my ass and started working it inside me. What?!? Oh gods, the feather was stiff enough he was able to do it.

Amazing. It felt amazing. I was writhing in spite of myself, gasping as each inch made it's way in. I don't believe I've ever had anything that long inside me before, and it tickled so deep in a way that made me pant. Once it was all the way in, and I knew it was because I felt the warmth of his hand resting on my ass, he began to twirl it between his fingers. Gods. It was good. Very good. He began to slowly move it out...then in, swirling it around and around the entire time. Gods. It was so good I believe he was moaning too, in response to mine. But all too soon it became maddening. It wasn't enough. I needed more. I tried to speak, but my voice cracked. I cleared my throat and tried again.

“Mugen. Do something,” I begged. “I can't take it. Fuck me. Make me cum.”

He looked at me and considered it while I prayed. I breathed an inward sigh of relief when I felt him untie my other ankle and pull the feather out. Please, please, please. My heart sang as he scooped up a handful of precum pooled on my belly and slathered himself well. He was hard too. Oh yes. He was going to fuck me. Oh yes.

He pushed into me with no warning and I cried out. Wrapping my legs around his waist I went inside myself and felt it all. All that glorious sensation, scratching the itch the feather created. I wanted him to impale me, to split me in half. I wanted him to fuck me forever, and he did...long enough that he brought me right up to the edge. I was so close, my orgasm exploded practically the moment he began to stroke me. Gods, it was wonderful. Such a glorious release! It felt as though it went on and on. I don't even remember when it ended, and I have no idea if he came or not. I believe I passed out.

I woke up later because something was tickling me. He was snuggled under my arm, snoring, and his breath was giving me shivers along my side. I smiled. As tempting as it was to turn the tables on him right then and there, I felt too satiated and weary to seriously consider it. Besides, I decided if we continued to do this sort of thing to each other we'd both end up dead sooner rather than later.

I sat up and stretched, realizing I ached in places I've never ached before. My movement caused him to stir. I turned to him and he opened his eyes, looking at me sleepily. “'Sa good thing I'm not ticklish,” he murmured, before his eyelids drooped again.

He didn't see my eyebrow arch involuntarily, as I tried to remember why we shouldn't do this sort of thing....


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