Jhin's Masterpiece

Chapter 2

I backed further away from him, though he just followed my movements, getting lower until he was hovering over me. His form was so much larger than mine, it made me feel powerless. I had one last attempt I could try, but failing may very well cost me my life. I eyed the gun on the man's hip. Before I could do anything, his metal hand tightly gripped my throat. I clawed at his hand, trying to pry it off. I desperately struggled under him for air, and he laughed in response. I felt a surge of heat through my body as the man put one of his legs between mine. He pressed it up into me and laughed some more. Now my writhing brought a feeling of grotesque pleasure to me, so I just tried to move away. I fought hard, but it didn't even phase the man.

Before I even realized, I woke up still beneath the man, though now the ground beneath me was soft and warm. I was groggy, unable to think straight, but then I felt cold metal tracing my inner thigh. I tried to pull away, but was held firmly in place by ropes. My arms were held over my head with my wrists tied together. I opened my eyes fully to see Khada Jhin at the foot of a bed I was in with a hunting knife held in his left hand. He was running the knife on the inside of my thigh, which was now shaking in fear.

"I was unaware this was the type of activity that... pleasured you in this way." I could hear a smirk behind the mask. He gestured between my legs, "You're so wet, darling."

I cried, "Stop, s-stop it!" Whimpers escaped my mouth despite my effort to remain strong.

"But my beautiful dove, I have to punish you remember? I think the worst part of this punishment will be..." he climbed on top of me and leaned down to my ear, "that you will enjoy every second of it. Slut."

I whimpered, but my body betrayed me and was getting more aroused by the second. He laughed maniacally and placed his left hand between my legs, which was unprotected by the nightgown I was in. I tried to move away, desperately wanting him not to touch me and reveal the state I was in. He touched me anyways, causing a mix between a moan and a whimper to escape past my lips.

In response, he groaned with pleasure. He slipped two fingers deep inside me. I whimpered, trying to move away from his fingers, though it was no use. He reached his hunting knife up to my throat, pressing it lightly against my jugular. My body responded by breathing shallowly, but my mind was overwhelmed with the feeling of this strangers fingers inside me. He added another finger, to my surprise. This caused me to gasp, whether in pain or pleasure I didn't know. He reveled in the sensations he gave me, and I hated him for it. I felt violent, but was held down by an exceptionally sharp hunting knife.

He pulled his fingers out of me, forcing them down my throat, I coughed and gagged on them. He laughed sensually in response to me struggling to take them in my mouth. His hands were quite large, proportionate to his large body. He took his fingers out of my mouth and dried them on my leg, taking the knife with him.

"Get off me-!" I growled, struggling.

"Now, now, pet. I want to get a nice long look at the art I will make." He looked me in the eyes, his sinister smirking mask mocking my struggle. The knife moved to between my legs once more, the masked man grabbing the nightgown with his free hand. The knife sliced easily through the fabric until it reached my neck. My breathing became shallow once more, but my teeth were still clenched in anger.

My now-exposed skin was cold, causing it to erupt into goosebumps. He cut the sleeves off, making a deep sound of pleasure while devouring my body with his one revealed eye. I tried to shrink into myself, but the restraints prevented me from doing so and he could do as he pleased. He got up off the bed, pulling the fabric off of me, fully exposing me to his hungry gaze.

He stared at me and took off the cape-like fabric that was draped over his right shoulder revealing the mechanism of his mechanical arm along with a form-fitting black fabric covering his torso. I brought my knees as close together as they could go, trying to hide my most sensitive parts from this monster. I leaned my head back into the pillows, giving up somewhat to fight back against him. I heard him move back over me, I glanced up for a moment, my gaze being met by the white mask once again.

"What a lovely body that I have the pleasure of ruining. Or rather perfecting." He chuckled darkly, moving his metal hand up my stomach to my breasts, the cold metal causing a shiver to shoot up my spine. The sharp metal caressed my nipple gently, a whimper escaping past my lips despite my best effort not to make a sound. I could tell he relished the sounds I was making and I hated him for it. He continued to touch and tease me with his metal hand while I continued to try and not give him the reactions he wanted.

"Look at how wet you're getting dove~ let me help you with that~" he purred, his deep voice implanting itself in my brain. He got off me and grabbed a piece of fabric. He climbed back on top of me and placed the fabric over my eyes. I moved away, but he grabbed my neck roughly to keep me in place. He removed his hand from my neck to tie the blindfold. I felt him move away from me and heard rustling.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked shakily.

"I am helping you, dove. I can't have my pet in such a state as this now can I?" He said.

I felt a heat between my legs and I started to shake from fear once again. I was shocked to feel the warmth of his tongue. I moaned at the surprise and I could tell he liked that. He pushed his tongue into me and curled it upwards, my back arching along with it. I could tell he had done this enough to know what felt good. His tongue worked around me expertly, though I desperately tried to escape it.

He pulled away slightly to say, "Mm dove, your taste exceeds my expectations, maybe I won't have to hurt you after all." At that his hidden face dove back between my legs, causing them to quiver in pleasure. I hated this, I hated how well he could exploit me. I hated Khada Jhin.

I felt his body pull away again, but this time only to climb on top of me. He leaned down and buried his face in my neck. He sucked at the nape of my neck harshly, noises escaping freely from me now. Tears had been spilling from my eyes for some time now and I could feel the exhaustion seep in to my consciousness. He stopped after some time, tracing his metal finger over what I assumed to be a mark on my neck.

"Now you know exactly who you belong to, isn't that right my little slut?" He laughed darkly.

I said nothing, not knowing exactly what I should say. A swift slap to the face caused me to mumble out that I belonged to him in hopes he wouldn't hit me again.

"Call me what I am to you, you pathetic bitch." He slapped me again.

I was practically sobbing now, but I choked out the word master over and over. "Yes master, I'm yours, sir." I shakily told him, not knowing if he would hit me again or if that was a good enough answer for him. His laugh rang through my ears eerily.

He got off me. "Exactly right dove, I'm your master and you can be my little slave, I'm sure you like the sound of that, hm?"

I simply nodded, not wanting the sting of another strike from the man. My breathing was shaky, my throat feeling tight. I heard rustling and clinking of metal on metal.

"Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you dove? Or do you want it to be a surprise?" He dragged one of his metal claws from my thigh up to my neck.

"What are you going to do?" I nearly whispered.