Chapter 2

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T/W and tags: rough sex, BDSM, and facials.

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Eren kicks in the basement door with a resounding thump. He stands at the top of the stairs, light shining down onto the steps with his silhouette holding a mug full of a fragrant black tea.

He very deliberately takes a sip of the tea, allowing his shadow to telegraph his enjoyment as he cheerfully chirps at the delicious tea. Before stepping off down the stairs, he leans back slightly and briskly shouts out, "GOODMORNING, SLUT!" then pauses for effect. He sets off down the stairs, left foot first.

A single mild creek yawns from a middle step as he descends. Eren walks barefoot across the cold stone floor, enjoying the cool, still air of the room. He comes to a stop beside the small platform at the center of the room.

Mikasa, upside-down and affixed to the table through several metal clamps and a few patchwork knots, her face still covered in semi-dried semen and saliva from the previous night, looks up at him cheerily.

"Thirsty?" Eren tips his drink forward slightly as he flicks her right tit absent mindedly a few times. Mikasa lifts her head partially, leveling out her throat so she wouldn't try to swallow the tea upside down. "Ohhh, you thought the tea? No. No, not quite. That's for me." Eren smiles, a chipper grin spreading across his face as he enjoys taunting her. He switches the drink to his left hand and gives her face a tender slap with his right. Eren allows his already engorged schlong to rub over her face as he gently rocks his waist beside her face.

Mikasa grunts as she accepts the lack of tea and a complementary slap. Her head drops back to the jury-rigged headrest he set up for her at the end of the night. She feels his warm rod brush over her throat. Expectantly, longingly, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue with a mild, "Ahhhh..."

Eren takes another swig of tea, merrily watching as he grazes his shaft back and forth over her neck until she opens her mouth. "Oh?"

He steps back, then leans in, pulling himself from the surface of her throat and dips his head into her mouth. She hums expectantly. But Eren only notices a dry mouth. "Well, no no. This won't do. You need some hydration." He pivots away to the wall behind him, giving her another caring slap before departing. A large, black fluid bladder full of water hangs on the wall. He places the tea on a small bench against the wall and removes the bladder from its hanger and returns to Mikasa. Tipping the spout into her mouth, she guzzles down about half a liter of water before he flips the nozzle back up aside the bladder, cutting off the flow. "Good?"

Mikasa nods, her mouth open slightly, expecting to be used shortly.

Eren swipes a finger into her mouth, rubbing the tip against her gums and tongue. Better, but not adequate yet. He unfolds the bladder again, pinching the tube until she smacks her lips and opens her mouth to drink again. Maybe another third of a liter drains from the bladder until he synchs the tube again and secures it to the bladder. Mikasa immediately opens her mouth following the last gulp; wide and expectantly. Eren repeats the same test, finding her mouth fairly well hydrated this time. Eh.. it will still take a moment to flush through her system.

He reaches for a small dial on a contraption hanging high over her waist. Two dull clicks to the right spark a small yellow-orange gas fueled flame beside a burgundy red wax core.

The first drips of hot wax drip onto to the skin below her abs, casuing Mikasa's eyes cross and letting a gentle moan rumble through her throat. He rubs a hand over her face. "Ah! You're dirty," he pulls away a hand gelled with cum and saliva. He wipes his hand over her closest breast until most of the residue is scrapped off. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, "Tsk. That won't do." Stepping back, he quickly tosses the bladder back onto its wall mount and grabs another, larger one with some internal structure to keep a more rigid shape for an open top.

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