This is what happens when I watch too much porn.
Would anyone want to read more Cadet/Cardassian Mary Sue noncon? I wrote this a couple of weeks ago and am in one of those questionable moods where I think it's a good idea to share. Warning for noncon; contains 1,400 words of bondage, a toy, a forced orgasm, and no redeeming value. Also, Karin sounds suspiciously like John Sheppard at times. Not to denigrate John Sheppard.
Disclaimer/explanation is in the first post under this tag.
He stopped his thrusts. "I'm sorry, am I boring you?"
After a moment, she rolled her head to look at him. Between pants, she said, "I've been lying on my back with my legs spread and my hands tied to the headboard for days. You'll excuse me if the kidnapping and sexual slavery still don't get me excited."
He chuckled. "It is yet too soon for a Starfleet cadet to break, I see." But she could tell he noticed the wince when he slid suddenly out of her. "The position, however, we can do something about."
She watched him back off the bed and cross the room to the bureau, his erection bouncing ridiculously. He opened a drawer, and she felt a bolt of fear. Oh, God, no, not the hjartak again. Still, she managed to hold her tongue; showing more aversion to the device than she already had would only encourage him to use it against her, she was sure.
"Time to wring another pointless orgasm out of me?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact…" he said, but when he turned around, he didn't have the infernal contraption in his hands; only something shaped like an old-fashioned shower head. She squinted at it as he came back to the bed and dropped it beside her.
"Wha-" was all she had time to get out before he slid an arm under her and flipped her onto her stomach. She got up on her elbows when he pulled her to her knees.
He slid back into her-fuck, his wet dick was cold from the air-and held her by the hips as he resumed thrusting. "Is this better, perhaps?" he inquired.
"Yeah, great," she managed. On the bright side, she could let herself make all the pained expressions she wanted to now that she wasn't facing him.
She couldn't read the hum he gave in response. After he settled into a rhythm, he picked up the shower head thing; she braced herself, though for what, she didn't know.
He reached around and placed it over her clit. His thumb moved, and then the thing was humming against her. She jerked, tightening involuntarily around him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's what had done her in last time, and she'd be damned if she would come while he was fucking her. She squirmed, trying to get away from it.
Makor held it steady. "The hjartak never lies," he said. "The vibrations tipped you over, as they will do again now."
She began to struggle harder-when was it that she'd started giving up, stopped giving her all, she wondered?-and was gratified when sliding her knees out from under her jostled him enough to slip out of her and fumble the vibrator.
"Well done," he said, sounding amused. "But there is the small matter of you being unable to leave this bed." He hefted her onto her knees again, and this time he pulled her backside firmly against him, his dick between her cheeks, and there was only the vibrator on her.
She fought-fought him, fought the slowly growing pleasure-but he moved with her, following her down to the mattress and up again, forward as she clutched the headboard bars and tried to hide herself against them. She rose to her knees, but he only crowded up behind her, pinning her between his chest and the bars; she had no choice but to hook her chin over the top and try to hold on while he reached around to tease her from the front. She couldn't move forward or back, and the pressure of metal was unbearably sweet against her pubic bone. She sobbed, caught, and then sobbed harder when he pushed her leg further to the side with his knee and slid up into her again.
"Is this position perhaps more to your liking?" he asked.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she whined, and she was past caring how pathetic she sounded. Each push pressed her into the bars, into the vibrator. He was moving it in circles now as he moved his hips, and squirming only made the thing slip over a sensitive spot that got a moan out of her before she could stop herself. Makor centered on it, the bastard, and she honestly could not stop reacting, physically or vocally. She arched her neck and clenched her teeth and held her breath, but she could feel the climax building deep.
Then he lifted the vibrator away. She let out a huge breath and sagged against the bars. But she should have known better. Makor sat back and pulled her back against his chest with an arm just beneath her breasts, tacky with her sweat. He was still thrusting, now mostly inside her and simply rocking her with his hips. "Or this one, perhaps?" he asked. Her knees were open and trapped by the bars; she had next to no leverage unless she wanted to rest her head on his shoulder.
This time when he pressed the vibrator to her, she felt such a fierce surge of arousal that she panicked, kicking out and shoving her shoulder into his own. She was banging into the headboard, the wall, his body-she was going to bruise later-but she knocked free of him again and huddled against the bars, shaking. She'd gotten one leg through an opening and drew it as close to herself as she could.
"Very well, then," Makor sighed, and she heard and felt him get up again. She squeezed her eyes shut, hardly daring to hope he was going to leave her alone.
There was a creak and a grunt and the bed lurched beneath her; he'd tugged it back. He came around from the front, stepping between the headboard and the wall, and while she was still clinging to the bars he grasped her ankle and lifted it high. She scrambled to reposition herself so he wouldn't dislocate her hip-Makor reached through and grabbed her other leg-she was slammed up against the bars and then tipped back-and when they settled into something like equilibrium, she was lying on her back with her legs apart in the air and her cuffed hands useless in front of her.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" he asked, and he stood there and held one ankle high and pressed the vibrator firmly to her again.
She writhed and whimpered and tried to get away using her free leg, but all she did was vary the sensations of the vibrator.
"Give it up, Karin," Makor said over the noise. "I can stand here all day. If you lose sensitivity, we'll take a break and resume again afterwards. However"-he pulsed the thing against her-"I do not think you're losing sensitivity, hm?"
She swore at him as she pressed her sweaty face into the sheet. Like last time, she knew she should just come and get it over with, but her brain and body were warring between the arousal and the horror of orgasming from and in front of Makor. Her helpless sobs were only partly from the insistent throbbing between her legs.
"Perhaps you need just a touch more assistance?" Makor murmured, and then her sob turned into a keen when the vibrator doubled in intensity. She felt herself tensing, reaching for a suddenly close climax-she was on the edge-and somehow Makor managed to slide inside her again, and the pressure of his erection combined with the buzzing strength of the vibrator to push her over.
She gasped with the release, twitching under the stimulation until he pulled the vibrator away. It fell to the floor with a clunk, and then Makor was grabbing the bar with his free hand and banging away at her. Still coming down from the orgasm, she didn't recover her coordination enough to do anything but let her bare heel flop against the small of his back before he groaned and came.
"Ah," he said breathlessly a moment later. "You did have a good idea there." He stroked her knuckles before she shook him off with a clang. "Next time perhaps we'll secure your arms at your sides rather than to the bed for greater flexibility."
She closed her eyes, and for the first time, wondered if anyone would come for her before she broke.
Disclaimer/explanation is in the first post under this tag.
He stopped his thrusts. "I'm sorry, am I boring you?"
After a moment, she rolled her head to look at him. Between pants, she said, "I've been lying on my back with my legs spread and my hands tied to the headboard for days. You'll excuse me if the kidnapping and sexual slavery still don't get me excited."
He chuckled. "It is yet too soon for a Starfleet cadet to break, I see." But she could tell he noticed the wince when he slid suddenly out of her. "The position, however, we can do something about."
She watched him back off the bed and cross the room to the bureau, his erection bouncing ridiculously. He opened a drawer, and she felt a bolt of fear. Oh, God, no, not the hjartak again. Still, she managed to hold her tongue; showing more aversion to the device than she already had would only encourage him to use it against her, she was sure.
"Time to wring another pointless orgasm out of me?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact…" he said, but when he turned around, he didn't have the infernal contraption in his hands; only something shaped like an old-fashioned shower head. She squinted at it as he came back to the bed and dropped it beside her.
"Wha-" was all she had time to get out before he slid an arm under her and flipped her onto her stomach. She got up on her elbows when he pulled her to her knees.
He slid back into her-fuck, his wet dick was cold from the air-and held her by the hips as he resumed thrusting. "Is this better, perhaps?" he inquired.
"Yeah, great," she managed. On the bright side, she could let herself make all the pained expressions she wanted to now that she wasn't facing him.
She couldn't read the hum he gave in response. After he settled into a rhythm, he picked up the shower head thing; she braced herself, though for what, she didn't know.
He reached around and placed it over her clit. His thumb moved, and then the thing was humming against her. She jerked, tightening involuntarily around him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's what had done her in last time, and she'd be damned if she would come while he was fucking her. She squirmed, trying to get away from it.
Makor held it steady. "The hjartak never lies," he said. "The vibrations tipped you over, as they will do again now."
She began to struggle harder-when was it that she'd started giving up, stopped giving her all, she wondered?-and was gratified when sliding her knees out from under her jostled him enough to slip out of her and fumble the vibrator.
"Well done," he said, sounding amused. "But there is the small matter of you being unable to leave this bed." He hefted her onto her knees again, and this time he pulled her backside firmly against him, his dick between her cheeks, and there was only the vibrator on her.
She fought-fought him, fought the slowly growing pleasure-but he moved with her, following her down to the mattress and up again, forward as she clutched the headboard bars and tried to hide herself against them. She rose to her knees, but he only crowded up behind her, pinning her between his chest and the bars; she had no choice but to hook her chin over the top and try to hold on while he reached around to tease her from the front. She couldn't move forward or back, and the pressure of metal was unbearably sweet against her pubic bone. She sobbed, caught, and then sobbed harder when he pushed her leg further to the side with his knee and slid up into her again.
"Is this position perhaps more to your liking?" he asked.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she whined, and she was past caring how pathetic she sounded. Each push pressed her into the bars, into the vibrator. He was moving it in circles now as he moved his hips, and squirming only made the thing slip over a sensitive spot that got a moan out of her before she could stop herself. Makor centered on it, the bastard, and she honestly could not stop reacting, physically or vocally. She arched her neck and clenched her teeth and held her breath, but she could feel the climax building deep.
Then he lifted the vibrator away. She let out a huge breath and sagged against the bars. But she should have known better. Makor sat back and pulled her back against his chest with an arm just beneath her breasts, tacky with her sweat. He was still thrusting, now mostly inside her and simply rocking her with his hips. "Or this one, perhaps?" he asked. Her knees were open and trapped by the bars; she had next to no leverage unless she wanted to rest her head on his shoulder.
This time when he pressed the vibrator to her, she felt such a fierce surge of arousal that she panicked, kicking out and shoving her shoulder into his own. She was banging into the headboard, the wall, his body-she was going to bruise later-but she knocked free of him again and huddled against the bars, shaking. She'd gotten one leg through an opening and drew it as close to herself as she could.
"Very well, then," Makor sighed, and she heard and felt him get up again. She squeezed her eyes shut, hardly daring to hope he was going to leave her alone.
There was a creak and a grunt and the bed lurched beneath her; he'd tugged it back. He came around from the front, stepping between the headboard and the wall, and while she was still clinging to the bars he grasped her ankle and lifted it high. She scrambled to reposition herself so he wouldn't dislocate her hip-Makor reached through and grabbed her other leg-she was slammed up against the bars and then tipped back-and when they settled into something like equilibrium, she was lying on her back with her legs apart in the air and her cuffed hands useless in front of her.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" he asked, and he stood there and held one ankle high and pressed the vibrator firmly to her again.
She writhed and whimpered and tried to get away using her free leg, but all she did was vary the sensations of the vibrator.
"Give it up, Karin," Makor said over the noise. "I can stand here all day. If you lose sensitivity, we'll take a break and resume again afterwards. However"-he pulsed the thing against her-"I do not think you're losing sensitivity, hm?"
She swore at him as she pressed her sweaty face into the sheet. Like last time, she knew she should just come and get it over with, but her brain and body were warring between the arousal and the horror of orgasming from and in front of Makor. Her helpless sobs were only partly from the insistent throbbing between her legs.
"Perhaps you need just a touch more assistance?" Makor murmured, and then her sob turned into a keen when the vibrator doubled in intensity. She felt herself tensing, reaching for a suddenly close climax-she was on the edge-and somehow Makor managed to slide inside her again, and the pressure of his erection combined with the buzzing strength of the vibrator to push her over.
She gasped with the release, twitching under the stimulation until he pulled the vibrator away. It fell to the floor with a clunk, and then Makor was grabbing the bar with his free hand and banging away at her. Still coming down from the orgasm, she didn't recover her coordination enough to do anything but let her bare heel flop against the small of his back before he groaned and came.
"Ah," he said breathlessly a moment later. "You did have a good idea there." He stroked her knuckles before she shook him off with a clang. "Next time perhaps we'll secure your arms at your sides rather than to the bed for greater flexibility."
She closed her eyes, and for the first time, wondered if anyone would come for her before she broke.