Peculation and Punishment [LilBreadstick & Fabulam-Admissarius]

[lilbreadstick16]

Madison let her earthy brown sling bag drop to the floor in the corner of the room, where it settled back into its home with a quiet clink of keys. She shuffled to her disheveled bed and folded her legs criss-crossed as she sat down. The sun was still high enough, with blinds wide open, to light up her room, but a shadow had begun to creep across the pasty white walls of a cheap apartment. She leaned to her nightstand, plucked a purple metal tray about a foot wide and half a foot long, and only an inch or two deep. The underside gleamed a clean silver, but the purple design on the tray was smudged and smattered with black resin. Peppery piles of ash lay about the galaxy pattern painted onto the tray, that Madison blew away with a quick puff of breath.

She tugged a small, sealed black bag from each pocket of her sweatpants. The men's department, she has found, is much more weed-friendly. Madison glanced at the wooden box that sat on the second shelf of her nightstand, just beneath where the tray usually sat. Inside lay all her stash supplies- extra grinders and bowls, papers, wraps, etc. And her smoke stash, which was getting lower and lower while her bills were getting higher and higher. She bit her lip, then cracked open one of the bags of bud that she was supposed to sell. It was risky business taking what's not yours, but she had watched her plug try to calculate her tab. He wouldn't miss $20 of this stuff, and she had been a loyal dealer for him for a few years now.

Madison snagged the small electronic scale that sat beside the stash box and plucked a few nugs from the bag, carefully weighing out just enough for tonight. Then she resealed the bag and tucked both away in another stash, next to her closet. She folded herself back onto the bed and began her daily post-work routine grinding, loading, smoking, and painting.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

Atmospheric Beats : -- Nobody Sweat -- High Enough -- Criminal -- Money --

The Tonic Lounge wasn't Victor Saitovic's most profitable business but it had been his first in Las Vegas and it was still the place he preferred to conduct most of his affairs.
Even if or maybe because it was only a few blocks away from the alleyway Vic had died in. And technically he had died there. A literal physical death in an alleyway turned butcher shop. Just moments after the EMTs had pulled him out of the blood and the piss and the shit that covered the pavement. Some of that viscera had been his. But most belonged to a few of the Columbians the cartel had sent to kill him. Vic didn't know how many men had jumped him, only that he had managed to punch a few express tickets to hell for them, before being put down himself.

Had Vic died a few seconds sooner the EMTs would have left him that way. Vic had dozens of stab wounds to his chest, his back and his guts, and a long clean slice across his throat but they had already slowed much of the bleeding, so they gave it a try when his heart stopped. No one expected Vic to come back but he did. Once in that alleyway and twice more on the operating table.

In Vic's opinion, which in his world was the only one that mattered, that night had been the best of his life. He had already known that the world gave you fuck all. That if you wanted something, you had to take it. But on that day Vic learned that once you managed that task, you had to kill the mother fuckers that might try to take it back.

For the most part, Vic had recovered. And his reputation, that almost Rasputin way he told death to fuck off, had served him well in the ten years since. There were a few issues. You didn't go through that kind of trauma and walk away scot-free. To this day it hurt to piss and some of his guts that couldn't be stitched back together had to be removed. It caused Vic to spend more time on the toilet than he cared to but at least he wasn't shitting into a colostomy bag.

If being a crime lord didn't work out then a backup career as a Vegas lounge singer was done for. That slice to the throat left Vic with a voice that sounded like copious amounts of smooth whisky poured over dusty gravel. He could raise his voice but he rarely did. His natural tone fell somewhere between a sweet nothing and a confidential conversation. And that's where he preferred to keep it. Even when bullets were flying and all the shit was hitting all the fans.

Vic dealt with those things and with scarcely a thought. The only exception was what the damage to his spine had done to his cock. Vic could still get an erection, that was part of the problem. He could get hard and stay hard like a teenager hopped up on a cocktail of cocaine and Viagra. But if he couldn't get his head in the game it was usually very difficult to get off.

The headspace needed to accomplish this feat usually came with blood and tears and pain and terror. And savage brutality.

Misty was trying her best. She had been working Vic's cock for the better part of an hour. Sometimes slow her hand milking his balls just the way she knew he liked it. Other times she would take him deep and fast like the pro she was. Vic could hear the thump and thud of the club's music landing in rhythm with the bob of Misty's head and something about that annoyed him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Vic said in that whisky smooth way but the anger was there and Misty could hear it. She froze, her eyes tilted up, Vic's cock deep in her throat, and Vic could see the fear and feel her tremble.

"You ever suck me off to K-pop again and I'll cut your fucking tits off and mount them on the wall over there," Vic said and pointed at the exact spot he had in mind. "Fuck I paid for them anyways."

Misty nodded a little and said a few muffled words that included something like "Yes" and "Sir" and then she remained still unable to breathe much. Vic enjoyed that for a moment, thought about leaving himself hilted in her throat and watching her turn different shades of blue but the bitch already had two feet firmly planted on the wrong side of dumb and Vic was bored.

"Get out," Vic said.

Misty eased off Vic's long thick shaft, coughed a little, and wiped the spit and slobber from her face. "Sorry, Mister Saitovic."

"Do I gotta repeat myself?" Vic said and to that Misty hurried off. Right as she hit the door Vic added. "Send in Dumas."

Vic zipped up his pants and Misty gave him another yes sir and was gone. Vic stood up and walked to the two-way mirror that overlooked the club. He thought about strangling the D.J. whose shit taste in music had ruined a perfectly good blowjob. And had damn near decided to do the deed when Joe-Joe Dumas lumbered in and said. "You needed me, boss?"

Vic continued to stare out over the club that was easily packed past capacity. And then with his hard wet cock, his whisky smooth voice, and a conscious that was barely human at all he said. "Tell me about this girl that's stealing from me."

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Madison stared at the splotches of paint on the canvas before her. Her mind swirled and wandered, attempting to grasp the image that she wanted to transfer from imagination to ink. It was quickly interrupted by an abrupt ding of her cell phone. She set the brush between her teeth, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and picked up her phone.

JJ: r u busy?

She looked between her canvas and her phone for a moment.

Madison: no, what's up?

Nearly immediate response.

JJ: meet me at tonic tng, my plug wants to meet u

Madison's heart stopped. Last week, she had bummed a bit of bud from her "to sell" stash, and finally it was coming back to bite her in the ass. Her heart raced, she pursed her lips, and shot a reply.

Madison: gimme 40min

Ten for finding a dress. Twenty for makeup. Ten to get ready. And ten to go. She wasn't sure how much trouble she was in, but Madison knew that these dealers didn't fuck around. At best, she'd probably lose her job. At worst... She slipped off the edge of her bed to clean up her paint supplies as she considered how far she'd go to keep from losing this gig. It had done her well, paid her rent for the past few years now. This left over money for the paint supplies she wanted, new games being released, and a fully-stocked fridge. Her employer had begun cutting hours at the beginning of the month as well. Madison needed this job. She leaned over the mirror, makeup splayed out on the counter, and applied heavy mascara. Got to have good blow-job eyes, she thought.

After she was satisfied with her makeup, Madison crossed to her closet and pulled out the only clubbing dress she owned. She slipped it on over a thong and decided to go braless. She stood in front of her mirror, squirming. It was cold, for one, and she felt nude, ready for bed in this little slip, rather than ready to rub sweaty bodies together in a dizzy, dark mess. She sighed, then slipped into a pair of black pumps. Madison didn't own a purse, so instead she opted to carry a small wallet with a wrist strap attached. Then she scanned the room for some sort of weapon. It was dangerous enough going out at night in Reno alone. This dress was begging for assault.

Pepper spray was about the only thing small enough and cheap enough to carry around. Madison didn't want to lose her taser to a crowd. She tucked the spray in the palm of her hand, wrapped her keys around her wrist to jangle against the wallet, and stepped out her front door into the warm breeze of a Reno evening.

The walk to The Tonic Lounge wasn't bad, but it took her a few blocks to grow accustomed to the heels again. She wobbled her way down 2nd St, head high to avoid the stares of passerbys. After what seemed like eternity, she reached the lounge. There was a short line out the door, but after a few minutes and a flash of ID, Madison was inside.

Her vision swam with flashing lights and the music swallowed her. She swayed, steadied herself, then made her way to the bar where she found JJ waiting for her. She took a breath, cleared her throat, and shouted over the music. "Hey!"

Dumas, known to Madison as JJ, turned and nodded. Rathe than try to shout over the music, as she clearly had, he gestured with a few fingers and made off in the direction of Saitovic's office. When they reached the door, where the music was dulled slightly, he leaned into Madison. "He's waiting for you. Try not to piss him off," he spoke into her ear. He leaned back with a grin, then turned back to the club and disappeared into the crowd. Madison turned to the door, wiped her palms on her dress, and turned the knob. No sense in knocking if he might not hear it.

She stepped inside and carefully shut the door behind her. After a cautious clearing of the throat, she spoke. "You.. wanted to see me?"

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

Vic didn't answer Madison because he understood the power of silence. How an unanswered question all so often sent the mind racing. Especially a guilty one. Vic did however study Madison and his eyes were hungry. Not the wild reckless hunger of some wolfish thing, no. His was more like a calm controlled state. The eyes of a shark, always moving, always ready to strike, should a tasty meal present itself, and Madison was tasty. Vic noted that even if he didn't linger on the thought. He also noticed the way she entered, the way she stepped inside and carefully shut the door. He had paid special attention to the way she cleared her throat and the uncertain pause when she asked her question.

Vic was good at a number of things. Most of them involved violence of some sort but the talent that served him best was his uncanny ability to detect a lie. It bordered on the supernatural. There were even rumors that it was gypsy magic or some part of the deal he had once made with death as part of his return to the land of the living. Truth be told he was simply highly observant and keenly aware. Still, Vic never corrected any of these rumors. Because he understood the power of words as well.

He eased back in his chair and opened a draw that Madison couldn't see from where she was standing. Then he spoke in that whisky smooth way. "You know who I am?"

Vics words were not angry. And they were not friendly. If anything his tone was soulless and calculating and somehow expressed the importance of answering truthfully. As if this moment was the foundation of everything to come. And in a way, it was.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

The quiet of the office almost immediately began to ease Madison's nerves as the door latched shut. She announced her arrival respectfully, keeping her eyes on him as she addressed him. In the silence, she watched him. Nervous fingers twisted the hem of her dress while he watched her, leaned back, retrieved something from his desk, then finally spoke. His voice made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, and she tried to ignore this.

Madison shook her head. "Uh.. no, not really. I've never bothered to ask JJ where he gets his stuff..." Her voice trailed off and she realized how she was coming off- uninterested, maybe even a little bored. She pursed her lips, straightened her posture, and shifted her stance slightly. Hands at her sides felt wrong, especially with his eyes on her, so instead she clasped them behind her back. Now, she was painfully aware of how visible her chest was in this dress. She twisted her fingers together and tried not to shiver under his gaze.

Now, she teetered between confessing and waiting this out. Nerves sank their teeth in quickly, tearing at her sense of reason. Maybe if she apologizes now, he'll be kinder, maybe he's waiting for her to bring it up, waiting for her to admit what she knows he knows of. Or he doesn't. JJ probably screws up orders all the time. Maybe she's here for something else... She sipped a breath through barely parted lips before finally bringing her eyes back to his. She would wait, try to flirt if she has to. Goddamnit I need this job.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

Madison answered and true to form Vic silently observed. While he had never been easy to read his dead eyes held some hint of interest, even if the why of it wasn't clear. Not even to Vic.

It wasn't her looks, even though Madison was attractive in that wispy way he liked best. For a moment Vic thought it was the way she moved. How her hands found one another behind her back and how that led to her own painful self-awareness of what that and the dress and the heels did to her body. He did in fact like that. Mostly because it indicated a willingness to use her body to get what she wanted but also suggested very little practical application in such endeavors.

No. What Vic liked best about Madison was...

"You know when to shut the fuck up," Vic said in that whisky smooth way, and while the words themselves sounded like praise his tone didn't. That was the thing about Vic, even when something did please him it was hard to detect. It wasn't until he had taken an Arturo Fuente from a silver case, clipped the end off with a cigar cutter, and said "That is a marketable skill." That it was clear Vic was moderately content.

He decided at that moment that Madison was a project. That he would test her potential. Bend her mind and break her body in the process almost certainly yes but if she survived Vic just might mold her into something worth keeping around. Whether she desired that fate or not became irrelevant at that moment.

Vic pointed at a lighter sitting on a table next to Madison then motioned for her to bring it over and light his cigar. "Tell me about some of your other... let's call em... marketable skills."

 

[lilbreadstick16]

He was quiet again, setting off more alarms in the back of her mind. Madison rubbed her forearm behind her back, flinching as he finally spoke. His curt tone and blunt words only encouraged the tremble creeping up her spine. Her eyes followed his hands, sure at any moment that they would find a gun to dispose of the thief. She had heard of people in Reno being shot for less. The glimmer of silver caused her heart to skip a beat, but she forced her shoulders to relax when he pulled out a cigar.

He spoke again, and Madison forced herself to start taking slow, deep breaths. He wasn't going to fucking shoot her; the mind is an irrational organ. She followed the point of his finger to the table beside her, where a lighter lay. Almost instinctively, she bent to pick it up, then wobbled toward him in heels-still-foreign. With her anxiety ebbing, his voice became much more inviting. She stopped at his desk, glancing between the lighter and cigar a moment before understanding that he wanted her to light it for him- the image alone of a woman bending to light a man's smoke made her nose wrinkle in distaste, but one look at his hard eyes and she knew not to question a simple command like that.

She watched him a moment, trying to find intent in his eyes, before leaning over and flicking the lighter in front of the thick cigar. She held it still carefully until the wrap glowed a bright red ring, then leaned back again, lighter still in hand. She didn't want to set it on his clean desk, but it felt wrong to distance herself from him just to put it back. Instead, she held it in two hands clasped together in front of her while she attempted to answer.

"Well, I..." Marketable skills? She worked fucking retail, there wasn't a whole lot going for her in her career. Then she realized what else he may be asking for. She shifted in front of him. Pretty sure I can suck dick? That was fucking stupid. And what if it wasn't what he was asking for? She'd look like an idiot trying to flirt if he just needs a new plug. Maybe he's trying to replace JJ. He's fucked up plenty of orders in the past. She clenched her jaw, swallowed, then spoke again, holding her eyes to a knot in the wood of his desk. "I've been selling bud for a few years now and I've done pretty well. I know what stoners like, and I guess I'm pretty good at getting new clients." She had convinced plenty of friends to smoke a joint with her, and gained herself plenty of new clients through the process. "And I've always been pretty good at math. Kinda wanted to go into accounting before I dropped out." Her cheeks flushed bright pinks as the last sentence slipped from her lips. Not something she wanted to admit in front of this guy.

She twisted her hands together, squeezing the lighter tight, and cleared her throat. "But if... you're looking for other kinds of skills, I might be able to help." Her voice quieted and trailed off, and eyes dropped further, down to unpainted toenails peeking out from her heels.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

Vic watched and listened, puffed on the cigar Madison had lit and took in a long drag. There had already been the scent of leather and whisky in the air and now the sweet smell of tobacco mingled. This time when Madison finished speaking, suggesting that she had other skills that might be able to help, Vic didn't remain silent as he had before. Instead, he said, "Is that so? You might be able to." and there was something about the way he said it with that smoke rolling from his mouth and nose that made him look and sound like the devil. And what was worse is there was now an undertone of anger in his tone. "Let's be clear. You took from me. Yeah? So if I want to take something from you be it that mouth or that ass or that cunt of yours... well then I'll fucking take it."

That hint of anger was gone and a tone cool and cold and calm returned. "So if that might was you thinking any of that was your choice. Well, that's very wrong thinking."

"But." Vic shrugged a little and his tone was almost warm. "If you're saying you might have some kind of special fuckable skill set I need to know about. Well then tell me about them. Either way.." Vic patted his lap and scooted back just enough to allow Madison to squeeze in. "Hike that dress and plant that ass right here."

 

[lilbreadstick16]

The edge in his voice sparked all of Madison's nerves to life. She tensed, watched his eyes on her, curled her fingers into small, nervous fists, watched the smoke drifting from between his lips and out flaring nostrils, like a dragon. A dragon that she had fucking stolen from. Here he sat, on his horde, and she was about to become a damsel in fucking distress. She watched the words spill from his lips in disbelief- his confidence was palpable and the threat that he laid out as clear. She fucking owed him.

Madison realized she was not near as prepared for this as she thought. She swallowed and gave a nearly invisible nod before tottering around the desk, empty hand keeping a grip on the surface. She let her eyes rise to his own for a moment, squirmed under his gaze, and dropped her own again. Her dress was short enough that she only had to bunch a few inches in her grip before it was lifting to her hips, revealing a lacy black thong beneath. She flushed and focused on climbing into his lap, wavering in the heels.

Once she finally settled, Madison held her hands tight in her lap, gripping her dress, and did her best to keep from squirming.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

However wide Madison had spread her legs, Vic spread them wider. "These are nice right here." Vic took his cigar hand and with one finger he hooked the waistband of Madison's thong, pulled, and let it snap back with a little sting. "I'm going to tell you right now. Most of my girls. I don't let them wear panties. But I have a feeling you're special."

Vic placed a thick finger against the lacy fabric of Madison's thong and began to lazily molest her cunt. His finger slithered pressing the fabric into her slit a little more with each pass. "So you get to keep wearing these." The heat of the cigar was close to her thigh moving in tandem with each stroke and serving as an incentive for Madison to keep her legs spread. "You see how sweet your Tati can be?"

Then of course there was his cock. Vic wasn't fully aroused but he was thick and heavy and he shifted his hips in a way that lewdly parted Madison's ass cheeks with its girth. And as he continued to work Madison's pussy his knuckle was now deeper and pressed against her clit as he said in that husky evil way. "Tati Tati Tati Tati's very special girl."

"I like the sound of that." His knuckle was deep now, the pressure just right on that sensitive bundle of nerves Vic knew he could make betray her. He was an expert in pain and that had made him equally proficient with pleasure. Of course, Vic didn't want to make Madison cum for that reason so much as to fill her with shame and humiliation. Getting off himself was so fucking difficult but this was almost as good. And so he worked his knuckle with a pleasing rhythm his cigar close enough to her thigh to punish her should her legs close.

His whisky smooth voice was slick and cruel and twice as sweet. "Do you want to wear pretty panties and cum hard for Tati Madi? Be my special girl that gets to fuck over JJ whenever she wants?"

Vic continued to work Madison's little bean as he asked. "Do you want that? Or would you rather be some cunt I fuck up six ways from Sunday and then send you on your way?"

 

[lilbreadstick16]

She held her breath and pulled her stomach in as Vic's cigar came closer and closer to her skin, then let it out with a quiet yelp when the strap snapped against her. Her eyes ran from the cherry next to her thigh, up his arm, to his eyes while he spoke. They were wide, a dark ochre, flicking nervously across his face.

Madison took a sharp breath in through her nose as his finger brushed against her clit. She shifted to pulled her knees together and stopped as soon as she felt the heat threatening to sear her skin. She jumped back into place, and widened her legs even further. They shook against his, but she held herself still, even as his cock slipped between her ass cheeks. Gentle furls of smoke seemed to be drifting into her mind, clouding the judgement she had held so close a few minutes before. Her eyes rolled back, abdomen muscles flexing and straining to hold herself steady while her hips twitched and rebelled.

Madison spread her legs further and shifted her hips forward against his knuckle, rolling them to grind in time with his knuckle. This sparked a series of whines, and as soon as the tone of a question rolled from his lips she was nodding. She tilted her head back, lips parted, and the lighter slipped from her grip. Her hands searched for some new purchase, having decided the dress was not visceral enough, brushed behind her back inches from his cock, and found her ankles. She sank nails into her own skin and used this grip to rock herself more easily against him. She muttered "yes" repeatedly, then became partially aware how much she had repeated it and quieted her voice, but continued to mouth the word. The blush that had occupied her cheeks and the tip of her nose now flourished up her face to the tips of her ears, in a deeper maroon color that stood out strong against her blonde hair.

Her teeth tapped together in time with his strokes, accenting the "s" in her now silent "yes". Every once in a while, her body jerked more violently than the trembles that had started at his touch and she risked a burn. So far, Madison was lucky enough not to squirm into the cherry of the cigar.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

Time had always moved slowly for Victor Saitovic. Sometimes it was as if he could see all the possibilities unfold between the ticks and the tocks of any given moment. It was a gift that helped him run a vast criminal empire but it also ran counter to living in the moment. It was a place he needed to be in order to get off and while he was far from such release, that's where he was with Madison, in the moment. His knuckle working back and forth, relentless in its objective. And somewhere between Madison grasping her ankles and the grinding and rocking, Vic's big thick cock became fully erect. Madison was petite but she had just enough ass for Vic's long thick shaft to nestle in like an oversized hotdog in a bun.

"That's Tati's special girl." Vic praised in that huskily whispered way. "My dirty little thief... working that scrawny ass."

And then Vic added a little wiggle to his hand as he worked Madison's clit harder and faster. His free hand grabbed the lace thong and he pulled. The fabric slipped from between Madison's sex and the knuckle of Vic's thumb and all at once it was rolling around and around her little pleasure spot in an utterly unyielding way. At the same time ashes scattered from the tip of the Cigar. Vic used his free hand to hold her in place as the ashes scorched her now exposed folds and danced across her thighs. It was a little painful like sparks of a campfire but it faded fast and Vic knew that while it might leave the skin red for a day or so, it wouldn't scar. Not unless she closed her legs too tightly too quickly. In which case it would be one well earned by his special girl. He wasn't opposed to leaving scars and would certainly mark Madison with more than one before it was all said and done but those would come later and not as punishment but rather as some kind of twisted reward.

She was still saying yes or at least mouthing it so Vic rattled off a series of questions and statements that warranted yes as answers. "Is my little bitch in heat?" He unbuckled his belt and slid it from his slacks. "I think my special girl needs a leash." He took just a moment to unbutton his slacks and now much of his massive cock was rubbing between her ass cheeks. Vic's beard tickled Madison's ear as he said. "You ready to cum baby?" Then he placed the buckled end of the belt in his mouth, wrapped the length of it around Madison's neck, and fed it back through the buckle.

Then he pulled tight and the belt cinched down on Madison's neck. She could still breathe but it was restrictive and oppressive and Vic's tone edged away from that easy place it had been in and grew serious. "You better start throwing a Tati or two in after those yeses or I'm going to think your ungrateful."

Vic shook his hand and eased off the pressure in a way that flicked Madison's clit back and forth slick and fast. "And when you pop off... you best remember who to thank." And then with no more words, Vic worked Madison closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy and with each sudden shudder of her body, he would tighten down the leash just a little more and would not allow it to loosen again until Madison had cum or passed out or maybe even both.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

The fog that crept through her mind thickened as Madison grew closer to orgasm. A sweat had broken out across her chest and her forehead, beads rolling down into her dress.

Then her body suddenly leapt from pleasure to pain to an immediate, intensified pleasure. Madison finally gave in to the urge in the back of her mind, and slid her hands up to his shoulders where they grasped for purchase. She used this grip to rock her clit against his touch. The pain of the burn was quickly buried beneath waves of pleasure that threatened to break. The questions came then, and Madison answered thoughtlessly- it was as though the fog in her mind had taken over. It understood exactly what it wanted, and exactly how to get it.

"Yes! Yes please please, please" she moaned and muttered. The clink of the belt buckle echoed through her mind but by the time it had bounced its way to conscious thought, Vic was already slipping the leather around her throat. She flinched and reeled for a moment, blinking at the buckle between his teeth, but a few swift flicks of her clit and she sank deeper into the haze than before.

The leash only thickened the fog. Her eyes rolled back again, crossing this time when the leather tightened around her throat. She pushed herself up on his lap, straining against the restraint. The whine edged back into her voice, raising into persistent waves of whines and whimpers. Madison felt the familiar knot in her gut growing and she ran her nails from his shoulders, down his chest, then to his arms to hold tight to his wrists. She used this as her purchase again to rock her hips against his. His cock between her cheeks only encouraged the desperation in her grinding. The edge in Vic's voice cut straight through the haze in her mind-

"You better start throwing a Tati or two in after those yeses or I'm going to think you ungrateful."

"Yes Tati," slipped from her lips before he finished his sentence, followed by mutterings of "Please, please Tati." She let her head fall forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder. Her back arched then, and Madison finally tipped over the edge. Her back arched, knees jerked inward, and the cigar tapped against her thigh. She let out half a shriek in pain, but the pleasure quickly took over. She tilted her head to the side, letting out loud moans that echoed through the room while hips pushed in, in, against his. She shuddered like this for a few minutes, riding through the small waves that mercilessly sent shiver after shiver down her spine. As the moans quieted, her lips formed soft speech again. "Tha-" She was cut off by another gasp for breath. "Thank you Tati."

Madison's shoulders curled inward as the shame of her orgasm sank in. The blush felt like it would leave burn scars, and she held her forehead against his shoulder as long as he let her, holding her eyes closed to avoid seeing, thinking about the mess that she had made in his lap. Her mind still swam, but the fog was lifting ever so slowly. She decided very quickly that she didn't like it, and disliked even more that she found herself craving the restraint around her throat again, and the dizzying effect that it had on her. Her brows furrowed and she tilted her head to tuck her face against his neck. The buckle of the belt clicked again as she shifted.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

Vic would never be accused of being affectionate. It wasn't a thing he avoided so much as something he rarely felt. And as such aftercare was rarely a thing he considered. However Madison had aroused him in such a way that he was rock hard and because of his injuries, he would be that way for some time. Vic was in no rush and so when Madison sank her face into his chest Vic patted her ass and pressed his cheek against her head and moved a whisper from his lips to her ear. "Keep your head in the game baby girl. We're just getting started." And then he patted her ass again and then took her hips and lifted her enough to adjust himself. When he lowered Madison back down her wet cunt came to rest on his thick shaft and Vic could feel her throb and quiver with little aftershocks of her climax.

Vic hadn't made Madison move her head yet, it was still resting on his shoulder, and there was yet another pat and this one seemed to silently say, this ass is mine. It might have felt a little like affection and maybe it was. There was definitely a fondness and even a little pride in her performance thus far. Mostly because she had surprised him on a few occasions now and Vic's keen mind had filed several details away. Vic took a long drag from his cigar which now had undertones of his special girl's wet pussy. And then turning his chair some he reached out and placed the cigar in an ashtray.

One hand came back to rest on Madison's ass. It wasn't much of an ass but it was all his and the way his big hand cupped it said as much. "Only real rule we got is that you and me, we don't ever fucking lie to each other." Vic smacked Madison's face. It wasn't a hard smack so much as an attention-getting one. Smack. "Hey." Smack "Let me see those big beautiful fuck me eyes while we talk."

And once her eyes where they needed to be Vic reiterated. "No lies. You can hate my fucking guts every minute of every day but I ask you a question." Vic didn't smack Madison again, rather he wrapped his fist around the belt, tightened it some, and gave it a little shake. "No fucking lies. You understand baby girl?"

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Madison sank into the comfort as if sinking into a stranger's bed after a long day. The words whispered gently to her, though, made her blood run cold. She let her eyes flick open, running along his chest rising and falling with his breath, down the arm that reached around to pat her ass, then lift her-

She let out a sharp gasp and shut her eyes again. The tip was enough to shock her, but Madison winced and groaned while he pushed into her, pursing her lips to keep it from turning to a moan. Fingers twisted the fabric of his shirt and she tucked her chin down into his chest again, dampening out her senses to focus on taming the one flaring so violently now. She took short, measured breaths while her pussy stretched around him and did her best to control the jerks and shivers rolling through her body. Her whole body seemed to be filling with a warmth, that started where he pushed himself inside of her. A warmth that seemed to pulse with both of their heartbeats. Inside her, a puzzle piece had just slid into place. Just beneath her stomach, a gap was filled, a need that Madison had never craved before and would never be able to forget. Then the fog descended again, this time hanging just low enough to give her eyes a glazed appearance.

She blinked lazily after the first smack. She blinked with a sense of awareness after the second, and lifted her head to face him with the glaze of the fog over her eyes. Her brows tried to knit together with confusion, but instead slipped back to the wide doe-eyes that Vic would likely become familiar with. His voice again sliced through the haze, and Madison began nodding gently against the belt. A small voice somewhere whispered that her throat hurt, that this felt bad, that she didn't want to be here. Madison imagined squashing that voice with a boot, then focused her eyes again on Vic, crossing slightly the tighter the belt wrapped around her throat. "Yes Tati," she said, voice high and wispy.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

Atmospheric Beats : -- Crawl -- Bad Habit -- Good Girls Bad Guys -- Make Me Fade --

With the golden rule established Vic gave Madison's ass a squeeze of approval and then as a side thought he decided he would toy with her a little more while they chatted. Vic moved the chair so he could access one of the drawers and as he did his thick cock shifted just a little inside Madison's pussy and he liked the way it tightly clung to him. He decided there was something about the comfort and warmth of simply being fully hilted inside her that soothed him a little. The way a snack might temporarily curb the hunger of a predatory beast.

Vic's hand was still tight on Madison's leash but he had now moved it and the length of the belt behind Madison's back. To test the length he flicked his hand and there was enough leather to reach Madison's ass. It landed with a sharp sting and left a hint of a welt. He gave the leash another tug and it tightened just a little around her throat. "Tell me something, baby girl. Do you like being a slutty little cunt on a leash? I'm talking about that twisted part, deep fucking down that only Tati gets to play with. " His shark-like eyes might have seemed to be reaching into the depths of her soul and gleaning some deep truth but Vic wasn't a mind reader. Rather he had noticed that when he first wrapped the belt around Madison's neck, she didn't fight and panic when he had started choking her, as so many others had.

Then as another little reminder of the rule, Vic smacked Madison's ass again with the end of the belt and said. "Truth."

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Madison bit down on her bottom lip as he shifted inside her, discovering new buttons that needed pressing. Her hands scrambled for something to occupy themselves with and they landed on the tight hem of the thong stretched around her thighs. Her fingertips fiddled with the lace while her eyes fluttered shut.

They snapped open immediately when the leather snapped against her ass, and quickly met his unreadable gaze. Each time pain jolted through her, that
haze lit up with lightning. Everything on the horizon became clear- she saw herself in third person, sitting on this fucking stranger's lap, dizzy, stupid look on her face- then he would send a new wave of pleasure through her and the fog would settle again. The leash, the pressure around her throat, elicited a pleasure that Madison didn't care to think about.

Instead, she focused on the words cutting through her haze, the voice that, at least in this state, was becoming revered in her mind, the center of her attention. The blush glowed from her cheeks and Madison nodded again. "Yes Tati," she muttered. Her eyes held to his a moment longer before they dropped to the place where their hips met. Her dress was long enough to hide the sin; a few inches bunched up around his waist kept Madison from squirming again, if only to make sure she wasn't imagining it.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

Vic held Madison's gaze through the entirety of her confession. He wasn't sure what he had expected her answer to be but it seemed to be filled with softly spoken shame and the languid haze of lust, and all the dark hidden things in between. And this intoxicated Vic. He liked it when they fought and they cried and their souls broke in half sure but this, this slow embrace of all things wrong, this interested him. And as he considered the depths of their depravity his cock throbbed. Vic arched his hips and slid out no more than an inch and so slowly that it was almost painful for him. "That's my special girl." He praised and then however slowly he had pulled out Vic moved twice as slow as he slid back inside. And all the while he paid attention to any inner pleasure spots he might glide across."Tati's special girl.... you feel how far I pulled out and how slow I moved?"

Once she confirmed that she did Vic said. "Every time I smack your ass. I don't give a fuck what it's with, you rise up baby girl. Just that far and just that slow and then all the way back down just the same."

To make sure she understood, Vic flicked the belt and placed one hard lash on Madison's ass. He waited to see if she performed the act perfectly and then repeated the instructions and the abuse to her bottom as many times as needed to make it so. Once Madison had it Vic praised her, "That's my girl." and then, while the leash was tight he cinched it up and made it tighter, making it very difficult but not impossible to breathe. "You keep that dress up and that ass bare for me."

And then because he was cruel and demanding and doing his best to overstimulate her Vic took a moderately sized butt plug from a drawer and brought it to her mouth. "You're being such a good girl Tati's going to let you suck on this before I put it in your little ass." With that Vic loosened the leash, making it a little easier to breathe, at least for the moment but then instantly punished her backside with the belt. The blow that landed was harder than before and the welt that it left was much more pronounced.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Her eyes watched as his hips shifted, pulling back slowly, slipping himself out of her and away from the sweetspecialspots into a full, intense pleasure. Her hands slipped from her thighs to his chest and she strained her abs, closing her eyes to focus on holding herself there and keep from squirming lest she spark another moan or whimper. She let out several, regardless, as he lowered her down again, and her hips wiggled back and forth by about an inch. Her hands pressed sturdily into his chest, providing the support she needed to keep from pushing down against him.

Each little nudge of his cock triggered a wiggle of her hips, but the moans slipped out as Vic pushed up against her wall, angling his cock back toward himself. When she sank down to the base again, Madison leaned back slightly and squealed. Her hands grasped at his shirt and pulled it tight while she rode through a jolt of pleasure.

Then his voice cut through again, and her glazed gaze focused back on those lips spilling whiskey with their words. Special girl sent a tingle through her scalp, and she smiled and nodded, whispered "Yes, Tati." She watched those lips, absorbed each word with the confidence of a drunk. The lash on her ass sent another jolt of lightning through the fog, but his eyes brought her right back. Her hands and thighs shared labor lifting her, slowly, second by second, until she held about an inch above him. She whimpered when she stopped. His gaze kept her from dropping herself down again.

Instead, Madison held tight to his shirt while she let her muscles uncoil slowly, meticulously, until he finally pushed up into her, she rocked back slightly, and squealed again. She blushed and met his gaze again with a gentle "Thank you, Tati."

An involuntary smile blossomed while he tightened the leash again. The fog drifted further down, clouding any aspect of impulse control, and her fingers loosened their grip on his shirt. They unfurled slowly, stretching, then skittered down to her dress where they eagerly snatched up the black faux-silk, bundling the fabric in their grasp until it draped over her waist. Her eyes had drifted shut again, stupid smile resting as if it belonged on her lips, and she sat like this while his words floated gracefully through the fog. Something about them sounded wrong, the little red flag lifted again, but she squashed it and parted her lips without a second though.

The plug felt strange in her mouth, and her tongue wrapped around it, exploring, deciphering what it was when the belt snapped across her ass again. Madison flinched, eyes snapped open, and the lightning revealed the foreign object for what it was. Her eyes widened and she clenched her teeth around the plug as she started to shake her head. The craving, the need to be filled had vanished, replaced with panic. Brief memories flashed through her mind- pathetic attempts from past boyfriends to put their dick in her ass, which always left her sore and filled only with regret. She held the plug in place between her lips, but bits of hair dropped in front of her face as she dropped her gaze, afraid to keep shaking her head "no" but unwilling to go any further. A bit of disappointment wilted her shoulders, but Madison ignored that desire to please him that seemed to grow with each word from his lips.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

There was the involuntary smile, the drunken thank you, and the eagerness in which she raised the back of her dress, and all of these things together did not bring Vic as much joy as Madison's moment of panic. It wasn't as interesting to him as the way she fought through her shame and embraced the wrongness of her desires. The choking, the slapping, and the way she quivered when he called her his special girl. And she was exactly that now, his special girl.

And Vic's special girl was definitely going to be trained in the fine art of ass fucking. That and cock sucking and hand jobs and caged like an animal underneath his milking table. And while he could force her to do all of these things and would if the mood struck but at that moment Vic was far more interested in just how far she would dive into her own depravity.

He slapped her face again with a hard heavy hand and his voice was like whiskey poured over red hot gravel. "Fucking look at me!"

Vic grabbed her face and squeezed hard and forced her eyes to his own. "That wasn't for saying no." He put a big thick finger in her face and pointed accusingly." That was for looking away."

His eyes were sharp and wild and his cock was hard and thick and throbbing inside her and because of his injury, it would stay that way for hours if needed even if neither of them had the desire to fuck anymore. "You're not some piece of shit dropout living off of table scraps anymore. You're mine. And I might put you on a leash and smack you around a little." He threw his hand up as if to say what kind of special girl doesn't get slapped around. "I will definitely treat you like a dirty little princess and fuck that ass whenever I want but to everyone else out there. You'll be treated like a queen or I'll put them in the fucking dirt."

Vic paused his shark-like eyes simultaneously alive and dead. They were sharp and calm and held the kind of sanity granted only to those who understood the insanity of the world. Understood it and embraced it.

Vic let go of her face and wrapped the leash around his hand again, offering her that warm snug comfortable tightness that silently assured her that she was his special girl whether she really wanted to be or not. He used the end of the belt to smack Madison's exposed breasts in a casual way that started soft but stung just a little more each time the leather revisited a spot.

Then gently brushing back the tangled mess of hair on her bruised cheek he rested that hand high on her thigh and softly stroked and soothed the flesh around the cigar burn on the inside of her thigh. "You understand princess? You're special now. You don't ever look away. Not from me, not from anyone."

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Madison brought in a sharp gasp, her eyes flying open to meet his. Tears welled and wobbled, but refused to fall. His grip fueled the fire blossoming in her cheek and she fought the urge to close her eyes, pull away. Instead, she took a deep breath through her nose, then another. Her eyes narrowed, flitting back and forth between his own shark's eye and his accusing finger. Her heart lurched, guilt taking root, and she had to flick her eyes to the ceiling for a moment to keep from crying.

Viktor's voice brought her back, and she watched his lips carefully. The fog had thinned, somewhat, and the alarm that had seemed meaningless before was now almost as loud as his voice- be careful what you do, you're in grave fucking danger. Her heartbeat picked up again, and she took a few breaths through her nose again to steady herself. She held her eyes steadily to his as he spoke, the sound of her heartbeat quieting enough so that he was again the most significant presence in her mind.

She nodded, shifting and lifting her chin as the leash tightened. "Yes, Tati," she mumbled, plug held secure between her teeth. Her cheek pulsed and burned hot, but that raging sting began to fade to the back of her mind again- her eyes narrowed, and back instinctively straightened, pushing her breasts toward him. Then she took a slow, restricted breath, and her hands started to shake in her lap. That fucking haze threatened to slip over her impulse again, just a little restricted oxygen and it appeared like a ghost. Unexpected and unwelcome. She fought to push it down, let her back relax and ease into a slouch, and continued to take little measured breaths through her nose. She did her best to keep her eyes on Viktor's, but they insisted on flickering toward his hands, following the belt to anticipate the next blow and the next threat from the fog.

She watched him reach for her, and all efforts to steady her heart became pointless. For a moment, she closed her eyes. Then his touch was gentle, and Madison took another breath through her nose. She opened her eyes and raised them to the ceiling again, holding back relentless, frustrated tears.

Her gaze dropped again to follow his touch to her thigh, and for a moment she feared that he might press into the burn. She jerked her hips, jumping back an inch or so before forcing herself to ease in his lap. His gentle touch, and that subtly commanding voice, brought her eyes back up to his. Each word he spoke now slid clearly into her conscious. Princess bounced around her mind and for a few seconds she was silent, staring at him with wide doe eyes. Then the tears finally broke, slipping silently down her cheeks as she answered. "Yes Tati, I understand." Her voice was quiet and muffled heavily by the plug. It trembled with residual fear and pain still visible in her eyes.

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

Tears fell, silent tears and those had always been Vic's favorite. And the pleasure they brought him could be seen in his dark eyes and felt in the sudden thick jump of his cock. He knew where the pleasure spots were and all the itches she needed scratched because Madison's body had betrayed her countless times now. And it would have been a simple thing to reward her compliance with a slow angled thrust designed to hit one. Maybe even press his hand low on her stomach in that way that would make all those special nerve endings tingle. He could fuck her from one orgasm to the next, to the next, until she was a quivering mass of exhausted pleasure.

And he might do that one day... but not today.

Today, if she came it would be because her mind was so twisted and broken and her soul so in need of punishment that ecstasy would roll over her like a wave of shame. Or maybe she wouldn't get off at all and that was okay with Vic too because he was focused on punishing her breasts now over and over with the light rhythmic slaps of the leather on her small round mounds of sensitive flesh. He didn't arch his hips even the slightest. He was deep inside her and the extreme tightness of her cunt felt good but he didn't move. If there was any riding or fucking to be done she would be doing it and of her own accord.

"You dirty little fucking cunt." Vic said in that strange way that sounded almost like praise. "I love these little tits of yours baby girl. I may not be able to fuck them but this.." The belt landed in several rhythmic slaps. "... this is a nice consolation prize." And all the while he watched those tears roll and while they flowed he caressed the area around her cigar burn with the kindest touch. Her breasts were red now and welts were rising and yet it was still just one soft slap after another. "Tell you what baby girl. When you're ready for Tati to put that toy in your ass you just ask him to real, real nice and I'll give these scrawny tits a rest."

 

[lilbreadstick16]

She wasn't sure whether fear or willpower kept her eyes on his, but the pounding in her chest surged and held her steady. A muffled whine slipped out around the plug as his cock jumped in her- a sudden and unwelcome reminder of the pleasure that he could bring her. Madison blinked rapidly, trying to brush tears away while her hands busied themselves twisting and wrinkling the fabric of her dress. She felt her fingers clenching and unclenching and pictured them clenching instead around her ribcage, snapping her legs together, and finally putting an end to this.

Instead, she wrapped the fabric around her knuckles again. The tips of her fingers had begun turning dark red, not quite purple. Breath in. She took a deep breath in through her nose, regretting it instantly as her chest lifted again, but forced herself to hold that breath 2... 3... 4... then let it out slowly. Embarrassment rushed over her in a new, overwhelming wave when she heard the shudders in her own breath.

Her eyes held still to his, narrowing into focus at the sound of his voice. They flicked between his lips and his eyes like a nervous addict resisting relapse when his vice sits just before him.

Once his lips stopped moved, her eyes rested again on his. The cogs turned relentlessly in her mind, taking his smoky voice and listening to each of the words. After a few minutes, with her breathing slowly steadying, she peered down her nose toward the plug, then back at him with widened eyes.

His voice, even as it was, suggested this was all her choice. It was soft, compassionate- but Madison's cheek, thigh, and tits all burned at his touch, contradicting this gentle tone that he took with her. That alarm bell clanged again in the distant corners of her mind. That sense of danger, youdon'thaveachoice settled over her mind again.

Madison nodded slowly. Her teeth clamped tight around the plug and her tongue struggled against it as she tried to speak. "Yes, Tati. Please," -which came out as "pwease" when her tongue stuck against the plug- "put it.." Her voice caught here, and a fresh round of tears began their slow trek down her cheeks. "Put it in my ass now."

 

[Fabulam-Admissarius]

The request was made and yet Vic did not immediately move to action. Instead, he kept those dark eyes fixed on hers and punished her small breasts again. The leather landed with that same firm smack but now with each new blow, there was the faintest hitch in her breathing. And each time she took that big breath and slowly let it out his cock twitched and throbbed inside her.

She was in it now, and he was in it, and they were both in it together.

Vic felt more alive and connected to the hear-and-now than he had since the day he was bleeding out in that shit-stained alley. It didn't matter that Madison was embarrassed or afraid, feeling pleasure or pain or some fucked up perverted cocktail of all those things. Her misery was his salvation and while Vic was incapable of love, at least as defined by polite society, he was grateful for that salvation.

"No." He said in that cold hushed way and as those words hit the air so did leather strike her bright redbreasts. Vic had been focusing on the underside of her tits with the occasional lash across her nipples to keep them stimulated and sore and tingling in the night air.

He had left the rest unmarred so that when she put her dress back on her modest yet beautiful cleavage would have no marks. So she could carry her pain and shame and maybe something darker with her in an unseen way.

He twisted the leash in a way that allowed an even deeper breath than before but then tightened it down hard on the exhale and punished her tits again.

"No. If you really wanted Tati to put it in, you would reach back there and spread that beautiful ass... ask real sweat... and thank him while he did it."

"Hell I might even feel you squirming around on that big cock you got shoved up in your cunt."

Vic leaned in and sweetly kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. "But I get it. You don't want none of this to feel good." He tightened the leash just a hair more. "You want to be punished because you think you deserve it."

"Someday... I'm going to free you from all that pain princess. Tati promises."

And then, the lash fell again. Firm and steady and seemingly eternal.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Fear pulsed through Madison's veins, and his gaze served as the IV. She let out a muffled yelp as the belt laid another lash across her bust. His voice cut through the crack of the leather- "No."

Her body had begun to relax, perhaps simply accepting her fate for tonight. Now, those muscles tensed- coiled and prepared to flee. Her back straightened, hips shifted, and his cock nestled against her upper wall. A groan slipped from between the plug and her lips, and humiliation rushed through Madison, pushing any feelings of fear to the side so it could make its way to her cheeks and the tips of her ears in a bright red flush. His words only encouraged this. She dropped her dress around her hips and pressed her hands firmly against his chest. Her eyes held shut as if they could stop the tears that welled and raced down her cheeks.

Madison's mind swirled with the sound of his voice. Shame twisted through her stomach, her heart, and her throat as he spoke, and she found herself nodding along. As the leash tightened, her doubts dropped away again.

It will be okay. It will all be okay... Just hold on. A little longer.

She raised her head, let her eyes open again, and blinked away her remaining tears. Viktor's eyes seem to have never left her, and this sent a shiver down her spine. Madison did not care to know whether this shiver was from fear or pleasure.

"Yes, Tati," she mumbled through the plug. The tremble in her voice had dropped to a small shiver.

Her hands slipped back to her thighs, bunching the dress in her fists but otherwise leaving it there.