A/N- I regret everything I have ever written and repent all of my sins. I prey heaven opens it's gates for it's loyal sinner.
T/W- This is Rape, do NOT EVER do anything like this to anyone without their consent. If you do, I will find you, and I will murder you.
"Darling~!" Douma called happily as he skipped through the halls towards his private quarters. A smile gleaming with ill-intent happily sitting on his face.
"Guess what I just learned!" He smiled as he closed the door behind him, looking down at his darling human. She was apart of his newer collection, so she was still being broken in. It wasn't as fun when they began to look forward to it.
The girl on his bed snarled up at him, if looks could kill, he'd be dead four times over. But that didn't matter at the moment. In his hand, he held some of the newest technology of the sex world. A vibrator.
The girls eyes widen and a sort of fear that wasn't there before enters her eyes. "Get the Fuck away from me!" She ordered as he stalked towards the bed, a deceiving smile on his face.
It would make sense that she was used to giving orders, she was originally the daughter of an upper class citizen. He couldn't bother to remember how high. It didn't matter anyways, her father sold her to pay off his gambling debts.
The poor little thing was to be married soon as well. Truly such a shame. . .
"You don't like it?" He asked with a pouty expression on his face, waving the vibrator in his hand. "I got it just for you."
"I don't give a shit! I don't want anything to do with you or your stupid sex games." She hissed.
"My, my, such harsh words from a noble lady-oh! From a slave noble lady, my apologies. Who knew such foul words could come out of such a pretty little mouth." As he spoke, the amusement died from his voice, he stopped smiling. His hand snapped forward and held her face in his fingers, he didn't break eye contact for a second.
Even as she flailed and tried to break his grasp, her face stayed in his hand. "You don't get to deny me." His voice was cold. There was no trace of the persona he wore before.
In a flash, the poor woman was flipped over and stripped of almost all her clothes, leaving her barren as he slowly dragged a point fingernail along the underside of her panties. His eyes still cold and cunning, but a cruel smirk broke across his face.
"UNHAND ME THIS INST-!" The lady's yelling was cut short by a cloth being shoved in her mouth. Douma glared at her.
"Be quiet, if you know what's good for you."
The woman continued to struggle, trying to break free from his steel grasp. He sighed and rolled his eyes, relatively annoyed.
He fixed his attention back to the woman's now damp panties, his eyes suddenly alright with realization. He giggled. "You like bondage? Of course it would be nothing less than cruel to deny you that. I'm so very kind, so I suppose I should give you what you want."
He got up and retrieved a red rope (from god knows where) and began tying her up. He truly was a master in the arts. With the rope criss-crossing along her body, wrapping tightly around her full, large breasts, making them bulge even more. The rope also secured her hands behind her back, ensuring they would be out of the way. As it traveled further down her body you could see it wrapped around her thighs, but was tied to the outer rope along her breasts, spreading her legs wide open for him.
Truly a sight to behold.
As lust overtook him once more, he leaned in towards her face, an almost manic smile in his eyes. "I want you to scream for me."
