Fic: Long Weekend (2/3)
Title: Long Weekend
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: Quinn's weekend continues...
WARNINGS: Non-Consensual (Roleplay), Rough Sex, Humiliation
A/Ns: 1.) I'm not quite as sure of this chapter - it's a middle chapter, and my stories always end up a little weak in the middle. Hopefully it's still good, though, despite the brief lapse into sappiness that my porn always takes! :D
2.) If anyone wants a picture of the device Rachel mentions, there's one here: here. It's safe for work, since it's not actually on anyone, it's just a picture of the equipment.
By the time Rachel re-entered the bedroom the next morning, Quinn was completely broken. Every time she’d slipped toward sleep during the night, the egg’s awakening inside her had woken her again, and every time she’d neared orgasm from the vibrations they’d abruptly cut off. There were dried tear tracks on her cheeks, and her wrists were raw from pulling desperately against the rope that held her to the headboard. Rachel’s smirk vanished, and she knelt at the side of the bed with a concerned expression. “Quinn?” she whispered. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, Officer,” Quinn replied dazedly, trying to let Rachel know that despite her condition, the game wasn’t over - she didn’t want it to be over yet. Rachel’s eyes widened, and she smoothed the hair back from Quinn’s forehead.
“Fabray! I’m only going to make this offer once, so listen to me.” She waited for Quinn’s eyes to clear and focus on her. “I could probably persuade the judge to let you off early for good behaviour. What do you say?”
“No,” Quinn shook her head. “I’ll serve my sentence.”
“You’re sure?”
“Absolutely,” Quinn nodded.
“Good,” Rachel’s mask was back in place, and she smirked. “Because I’ve got some very special equipment here for a prisoner just like you. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’ll fit you perfectly.” She held up something that Quinn couldn’t identify. “Do you know what this is, Fabray?”
“Uh - no, officer.”
“Well, when the courts decided you needed punishment, they sent me to a few local stores to investigate our options. And there was an incredibly helpful young lady named Rebecca who helped me pick this particular device out. It’s a very good tool for controlling sluts like yourself who can’t keep their hands where they belong. Do you know what it is, Fabray? Have you figured it out?”
Quinn shook her head.
“It’s a chastity belt,” she smirked. Quinn’s jaw dropped.
“No,” she pleaded. “You can’t - I need at least one first, please, Officer Berry, I’ll do anything, just let me come, please!”
“You’ll do anything whether I let you come or not,” Rachel reminded her, none too kindly. “I own you, Fabray, I own every hole, until your sentence is up. But you know what? I’ll make you a deal, because I’m generous that way.”
Quinn knew she probably shouldn’t ask, but she was aching. “What deal?”
“I’ll untie one of your hands. And then I’ll give you,” she checked her watch, “thirty seconds to make yourself come. After that, the belt goes on and it doesn’t come off until you’re released.”
“What if I don’t take the deal?”
“Then the belt goes on right now!” Rachel laughed mockingly.
“Fine,” Quinn took a deep breath, trying to focus every nerve impulse into her sex as Rachel undid her hand and retrieved the torturous egg from inside her.
“And - go.” Rachel stood back to watch as Quinn plunged three fingers into herself, pumping desperately as she thumbed her clit, moaning loudly. She felt an orgasm building within her, her senses spiralling out of control, and she closed her eyes in anticipation - only to have Rachel grab her wrist and pull her hand away at the very last.
“NO!” Quinn screamed, struggling against Rachel’s iron grip. “No, please, Rach, please, I’ve just got to come once, I can’t, please, please!”
“Sorry, whore,” Rachel smirked as she re-secured Quinn’s hand, staying away from her flailing feet. “You had your thirty seconds. But since you were a little frustrated just then, I’ll forgive your not calling me Officer.” She unlocked the belt and lifted Quinn’s ass off the bed to slide it under her. Quinn felt the crotch strap brought up between her legs, and Rachel locked it to the waist belt, locking that as well. Then she reached up and untied Quinn’s hands with a sadistic smile. “There we are,” she flicked a fingernail against the steel that now kept Quinn’s sex locked away. “No need to worry about your hands anymore.”
Quinn reached down between her legs, testing the steel crotch plate, and found she couldn’t fit more than a fingernail between it and her skin. She abandoned that and began to frantically rub the plate, but quickly discovered that she couldn’t feel a thing through it. Her eyes met Rachel’s with a desperate plea in them, but to no avail. In fact, Rachel’s grin just grew wider instead. “It’s even worse than you think,” she taunted. “You see how the plate between your legs has a second, raised part to it?”
Quinn nodded.
“Well, that’s so that even if I do this,” she grabbed a small vibrator from the drawer of her bedside table and turned it to its highest setting before pressing it firmly against the crotch plate. Quinn shuddered in anticipation - only to realise she couldn’t feel the vibrations. Her head dropped defeatedly. “Nothing happens,” Rachel finished unnecessarily. “Now, I have some morning wood I think you should take care of. Don’t you agree?”
Quinn nodded, standing up beside the bed before falling to her knees.
Rachel stood as well, and then reached into her pants and let the strap-on she wore underneath poke out through her fly. This wasn’t the same one as she’d worn the other day - it was a more manageable size, but was flesh-coloured and thickly veined. Without further preamble, she shoved it into Quinn’s mouth. Quinn took it as deeply into her throat as she could, but was careful not to move, to let Rachel fuck her with it instead of trying to be an active participant. When she tired of that, Rachel pulled the phallus from her mouth and hauled her to her feet, bending her over the bed.
“You know what the best part of this belt is?” she hissed in Quinn’s ear, making her shiver. “It’s that I can still fuck your ass. I hope you lubed this up enough that it’ll go in comfortably - I’d hate to hurt you, after all.” She pressed the dildo against Quinn’s puckered hole, pushing it slowly inside. Despite her best efforts to stay quiet, she grunted as Rachel began to thrust, and that netted her a hard spank. Rachel began to thrust - slowly, but firmly - and this time Quinn’s orgasm couldn’t be denied. It exploded within her, and the world went white. There was a scream that only in the aftermath did she realise had come from her own throat.
Rachel was silent behind her, the dildo still firmly buried in her ass, and Quinn knew she was in deep trouble.
“You whore,” she snarled. “I should have known you’d get off from taking it up the ass. Come with me,” she pulled out and grabbed Quinn firmly by the shoulder, dragging her into the bathroom and pushing her into the bath. She turned the shower on, as cold as it would go, and Quinn screamed.
“Fuck!”
“You’d be smart to stand there and keep your mouth shut.” Rachel looked genuinely angry, and Quinn decided it was good advice. She stood there with her teeth chattering, feeling the ice-cold rivulets of water hitting her flesh like needles, until it was mercifully stopped minutes later. “Out,” Rachel commanded, and on shaky legs Quinn obeyed. “Kitchen. Have my breakfast ready in ten minutes and be kneeling by my chair. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Officer,” Quinn bowed her head, still shivering, and hurried from the room to do as she’d been instructed. Rachel arrived precisely ten minutes later, and she looked disappointed.
“That’s not my chair, slut.”
“But you always sit-“
“I’m sorry - are you talking back to me? Do you think that’s a smart thing to do? Get over here - ah, no. Crawl. Hands and knees.”
Quinn obeyed, and Rachel was waiting with the dildo gag she’d used the day before, securing it tightly in Quinn’s mouth. “That chair,” she instructed, pointing at the one opposite her usual spot while she shimmied out of her pants to reveal that she was naked beneath them. Taking a seat, she spread her legs widely as she grabbed the plate of toast and vegan-friendly egg substitutes Quinn had cooked her. “A little breakfast entertainment please, Fabray.”
Quinn needed no more instruction than that, crawling over and manoeuvring her head into the right position to push the dildo on her face into Rachel’s waiting sex. Somehow this way was even more torturous than when Rachel had sat on her face - all Quinn wanted, what her heart and her mind and her throbbing clit cried out for, was to pull the gag aside and do the job with her tongue and her teeth, but she knew better than to attempt that. She simply moved her head back and forth, listening to Rachel’s frenzied sounds as her hands rubbed futilely at the steel preventing access to her pussy until Rachel came with a cry and pushed her away.
She knelt down to whisper in Quinn’s ear, a soft voice that meant she was serious and the bad cop persona had momentarily been banished. “Are you hungry, sweetie? I know you don’t usually eat breakfast on Saturdays, but you’ve had a lot of exertion, and perhaps it would be best if you had a small meal?”
Quinn tried to reply, but it came out as a mumble around the gag and Rachel rolled her eyes, unbuckling it and letting it fall to the floor. “Sorry,” she laughed. “I forgot.”
“I could go for a protein shake,” Quinn admitted. “But you can still keep the game going, if you want.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Do you still have that bowl we bought when you accidentally adopted the neighbours’ cat?”
“Yes,” Rachel grinned. And then she looked briefly worried. “Quinn - I know I’ve been bitchy, and I hope,” she bit her lip, “I hope all of this has been what you wanted?”
“Rach,” Quinn whispered, her eyes dark with want, “I can’t even tell you how amazing all of this has been. You’re so good to me, I just - I have no idea what I did to deserve you at all. I have to warn you about something, though.”
“What’s that?”
“When you let me out of this belt, I’m going to need you to fuck me senseless, because I need you so bad right now I could cry.”
Rachel grabbed her pants from the floor and fumbled in the pocket for a pair of handcuffs to secure her hands behind her. When she knelt in front of Quinn, her predatory grin was back. “Who says I’m ever letting you out of it?” With that, she dug in the kitchen cabinets and emerged with a small silver bowl labelled “kitty.” She took a shake from the fridge and poured it in, dropping it in front of Quinn.
“Eat up, Fabray,” she punctuated her words with two rapid slaps on Quinn’s ass. “You’ve still got the whole day ahead of you.”
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: Quinn's weekend continues...
WARNINGS: Non-Consensual (Roleplay), Rough Sex, Humiliation
A/Ns: 1.) I'm not quite as sure of this chapter - it's a middle chapter, and my stories always end up a little weak in the middle. Hopefully it's still good, though, despite the brief lapse into sappiness that my porn always takes! :D
2.) If anyone wants a picture of the device Rachel mentions, there's one here: here. It's safe for work, since it's not actually on anyone, it's just a picture of the equipment.
By the time Rachel re-entered the bedroom the next morning, Quinn was completely broken. Every time she’d slipped toward sleep during the night, the egg’s awakening inside her had woken her again, and every time she’d neared orgasm from the vibrations they’d abruptly cut off. There were dried tear tracks on her cheeks, and her wrists were raw from pulling desperately against the rope that held her to the headboard. Rachel’s smirk vanished, and she knelt at the side of the bed with a concerned expression. “Quinn?” she whispered. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, Officer,” Quinn replied dazedly, trying to let Rachel know that despite her condition, the game wasn’t over - she didn’t want it to be over yet. Rachel’s eyes widened, and she smoothed the hair back from Quinn’s forehead.
“Fabray! I’m only going to make this offer once, so listen to me.” She waited for Quinn’s eyes to clear and focus on her. “I could probably persuade the judge to let you off early for good behaviour. What do you say?”
“No,” Quinn shook her head. “I’ll serve my sentence.”
“You’re sure?”
“Absolutely,” Quinn nodded.
“Good,” Rachel’s mask was back in place, and she smirked. “Because I’ve got some very special equipment here for a prisoner just like you. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’ll fit you perfectly.” She held up something that Quinn couldn’t identify. “Do you know what this is, Fabray?”
“Uh - no, officer.”
“Well, when the courts decided you needed punishment, they sent me to a few local stores to investigate our options. And there was an incredibly helpful young lady named Rebecca who helped me pick this particular device out. It’s a very good tool for controlling sluts like yourself who can’t keep their hands where they belong. Do you know what it is, Fabray? Have you figured it out?”
Quinn shook her head.
“It’s a chastity belt,” she smirked. Quinn’s jaw dropped.
“No,” she pleaded. “You can’t - I need at least one first, please, Officer Berry, I’ll do anything, just let me come, please!”
“You’ll do anything whether I let you come or not,” Rachel reminded her, none too kindly. “I own you, Fabray, I own every hole, until your sentence is up. But you know what? I’ll make you a deal, because I’m generous that way.”
Quinn knew she probably shouldn’t ask, but she was aching. “What deal?”
“I’ll untie one of your hands. And then I’ll give you,” she checked her watch, “thirty seconds to make yourself come. After that, the belt goes on and it doesn’t come off until you’re released.”
“What if I don’t take the deal?”
“Then the belt goes on right now!” Rachel laughed mockingly.
“Fine,” Quinn took a deep breath, trying to focus every nerve impulse into her sex as Rachel undid her hand and retrieved the torturous egg from inside her.
“And - go.” Rachel stood back to watch as Quinn plunged three fingers into herself, pumping desperately as she thumbed her clit, moaning loudly. She felt an orgasm building within her, her senses spiralling out of control, and she closed her eyes in anticipation - only to have Rachel grab her wrist and pull her hand away at the very last.
“NO!” Quinn screamed, struggling against Rachel’s iron grip. “No, please, Rach, please, I’ve just got to come once, I can’t, please, please!”
“Sorry, whore,” Rachel smirked as she re-secured Quinn’s hand, staying away from her flailing feet. “You had your thirty seconds. But since you were a little frustrated just then, I’ll forgive your not calling me Officer.” She unlocked the belt and lifted Quinn’s ass off the bed to slide it under her. Quinn felt the crotch strap brought up between her legs, and Rachel locked it to the waist belt, locking that as well. Then she reached up and untied Quinn’s hands with a sadistic smile. “There we are,” she flicked a fingernail against the steel that now kept Quinn’s sex locked away. “No need to worry about your hands anymore.”
Quinn reached down between her legs, testing the steel crotch plate, and found she couldn’t fit more than a fingernail between it and her skin. She abandoned that and began to frantically rub the plate, but quickly discovered that she couldn’t feel a thing through it. Her eyes met Rachel’s with a desperate plea in them, but to no avail. In fact, Rachel’s grin just grew wider instead. “It’s even worse than you think,” she taunted. “You see how the plate between your legs has a second, raised part to it?”
Quinn nodded.
“Well, that’s so that even if I do this,” she grabbed a small vibrator from the drawer of her bedside table and turned it to its highest setting before pressing it firmly against the crotch plate. Quinn shuddered in anticipation - only to realise she couldn’t feel the vibrations. Her head dropped defeatedly. “Nothing happens,” Rachel finished unnecessarily. “Now, I have some morning wood I think you should take care of. Don’t you agree?”
Quinn nodded, standing up beside the bed before falling to her knees.
Rachel stood as well, and then reached into her pants and let the strap-on she wore underneath poke out through her fly. This wasn’t the same one as she’d worn the other day - it was a more manageable size, but was flesh-coloured and thickly veined. Without further preamble, she shoved it into Quinn’s mouth. Quinn took it as deeply into her throat as she could, but was careful not to move, to let Rachel fuck her with it instead of trying to be an active participant. When she tired of that, Rachel pulled the phallus from her mouth and hauled her to her feet, bending her over the bed.
“You know what the best part of this belt is?” she hissed in Quinn’s ear, making her shiver. “It’s that I can still fuck your ass. I hope you lubed this up enough that it’ll go in comfortably - I’d hate to hurt you, after all.” She pressed the dildo against Quinn’s puckered hole, pushing it slowly inside. Despite her best efforts to stay quiet, she grunted as Rachel began to thrust, and that netted her a hard spank. Rachel began to thrust - slowly, but firmly - and this time Quinn’s orgasm couldn’t be denied. It exploded within her, and the world went white. There was a scream that only in the aftermath did she realise had come from her own throat.
Rachel was silent behind her, the dildo still firmly buried in her ass, and Quinn knew she was in deep trouble.
“You whore,” she snarled. “I should have known you’d get off from taking it up the ass. Come with me,” she pulled out and grabbed Quinn firmly by the shoulder, dragging her into the bathroom and pushing her into the bath. She turned the shower on, as cold as it would go, and Quinn screamed.
“Fuck!”
“You’d be smart to stand there and keep your mouth shut.” Rachel looked genuinely angry, and Quinn decided it was good advice. She stood there with her teeth chattering, feeling the ice-cold rivulets of water hitting her flesh like needles, until it was mercifully stopped minutes later. “Out,” Rachel commanded, and on shaky legs Quinn obeyed. “Kitchen. Have my breakfast ready in ten minutes and be kneeling by my chair. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Officer,” Quinn bowed her head, still shivering, and hurried from the room to do as she’d been instructed. Rachel arrived precisely ten minutes later, and she looked disappointed.
“That’s not my chair, slut.”
“But you always sit-“
“I’m sorry - are you talking back to me? Do you think that’s a smart thing to do? Get over here - ah, no. Crawl. Hands and knees.”
Quinn obeyed, and Rachel was waiting with the dildo gag she’d used the day before, securing it tightly in Quinn’s mouth. “That chair,” she instructed, pointing at the one opposite her usual spot while she shimmied out of her pants to reveal that she was naked beneath them. Taking a seat, she spread her legs widely as she grabbed the plate of toast and vegan-friendly egg substitutes Quinn had cooked her. “A little breakfast entertainment please, Fabray.”
Quinn needed no more instruction than that, crawling over and manoeuvring her head into the right position to push the dildo on her face into Rachel’s waiting sex. Somehow this way was even more torturous than when Rachel had sat on her face - all Quinn wanted, what her heart and her mind and her throbbing clit cried out for, was to pull the gag aside and do the job with her tongue and her teeth, but she knew better than to attempt that. She simply moved her head back and forth, listening to Rachel’s frenzied sounds as her hands rubbed futilely at the steel preventing access to her pussy until Rachel came with a cry and pushed her away.
She knelt down to whisper in Quinn’s ear, a soft voice that meant she was serious and the bad cop persona had momentarily been banished. “Are you hungry, sweetie? I know you don’t usually eat breakfast on Saturdays, but you’ve had a lot of exertion, and perhaps it would be best if you had a small meal?”
Quinn tried to reply, but it came out as a mumble around the gag and Rachel rolled her eyes, unbuckling it and letting it fall to the floor. “Sorry,” she laughed. “I forgot.”
“I could go for a protein shake,” Quinn admitted. “But you can still keep the game going, if you want.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Do you still have that bowl we bought when you accidentally adopted the neighbours’ cat?”
“Yes,” Rachel grinned. And then she looked briefly worried. “Quinn - I know I’ve been bitchy, and I hope,” she bit her lip, “I hope all of this has been what you wanted?”
“Rach,” Quinn whispered, her eyes dark with want, “I can’t even tell you how amazing all of this has been. You’re so good to me, I just - I have no idea what I did to deserve you at all. I have to warn you about something, though.”
“What’s that?”
“When you let me out of this belt, I’m going to need you to fuck me senseless, because I need you so bad right now I could cry.”
Rachel grabbed her pants from the floor and fumbled in the pocket for a pair of handcuffs to secure her hands behind her. When she knelt in front of Quinn, her predatory grin was back. “Who says I’m ever letting you out of it?” With that, she dug in the kitchen cabinets and emerged with a small silver bowl labelled “kitty.” She took a shake from the fridge and poured it in, dropping it in front of Quinn.
“Eat up, Fabray,” she punctuated her words with two rapid slaps on Quinn’s ass. “You’ve still got the whole day ahead of you.”