Idle Hands

[Nephilim]

Ryan smiled coolly, then sat down on the bed, gesturing for her to finish getting rid of the useless clothes she had hanging off of her, waiting patiently to do what had to come next.

[Heartbreaker]

She stripped, still not daring to rise from her knees.

[Nephilim]

Ryan smirked, then traced his finger along the back of her head... and with an effort of energy, shut off the optic center of her brain for a bit. So she really couldn't SEE what he was doing as he pulled her roughly from the ground, and pushed her onto the bed, taking his time as he tied her arms and legs to the bedposts face down, pushing her down if she tried to escape.

[Heartbreaker]

She knew better than to try to escape, although she did struggle against the bonds a bit, just to make sure she couldn't get away.

[Nephilim]

Ryan laughed as he pushed her down, forcing her arms and legs into place. He considered her naked back as he reached into a drawer by the bed and picked up the heavier floggers. "You know, I need to make sure you understand what you've done tonight... how wrong it was," he said lightly, delivering a hard lash to her back.

[Heartbreaker]

"I'm sorry." she gasped.

[Nephilim]

Ryan smiled, giving her another heavy blow, the tails of the flogger slashing across her ass. "And how sorry are you?"

[Heartbreaker]

"Very sorry." she gasped.

[Nephilim]

Ryan regarded her as he gave her another lash. "Mmmm... I think I need to make more of an impression on you. That new little doll you have? The redhead? Walk her in here, and you stay in her head. You know I can tell when you aren't."

[Heartbreaker]

Heartbreaker nodded silently, and a few minutes later a young woman entered the room. She walked smoothly enough, but the terror and loathing were clear on her face.

[Nephilim]

Ryan considered her carefully. "Now, Rachel, is that any way for you to be looking at me?" he asked pointedly.

[Heartbreaker]

"That isn't me." the girl answered, Rachel's words coming from her throat "You know its more fun when they have enough control to struggle."

[Nephilim]

Ryan growled and lashed out with the flogger drawing angry red welts across the girl's naked stomach. "Did I ask what you wanted?"

[Heartbreaker]

A gasp came from the girl's mouth, a matching one coming from Heartbreaker's body. "I'm sorry." she said, her face becoming an impassive mask.

[Nephilim]

"Very good," Ryan said, looking between Rachel on the bed and the girl she was possessing. Then, Ryan smiled wickedly as he walked up to the woman, stroking "Rachel"'s face, sliding his hands over her body as he urged her closer to the bed. Then, without further warning, he pushed her to the wall, tying her hands to the hook that was there pulling them up so she was stretched tight just to reach it. Then, with a savage smile, he brought the flogger down hard, harder than he'd ever care to on Rachel's actual body, across the puppet-girl's back.

[Heartbreaker]

It would be hard to judge which was louder. The puppets scream of pain, or Rachel's cry of pleasure as the flogger struck.

[Nephilim]

Ryan laughed at the cry of pain, giving her a hard lash across her backside, her legs, and her back, before giving her a hard push to spin her around, her beaten back rubbing the wall as she spun to face him.

[Heartbreaker]

"What now?" Rachel's tone asked breathlessly from the girl's mouth, her eyes wide with helpless terror.

[Nephilim]

For an answer, Ryan brought the flogger down again, this time across her stomach, then her chest, then her legs, leaving angry welts and droplets of blood across her flesh, though not as hard as he had on her back.

[Heartbreaker]

This time, Rachel didn't allow the girl to scream, but the horrified look in her eyes would tell the tale well enough.

[Nephilim]

Ryan's hands roughly explored, the body of this doll whose sensations Rachel was experiencing, this time the pain of the wounds added to whatever pleasure there was, exacerbated by the fact that he wasn't being gentle at all. His hands were rough, and he bit hard, very hard, wherever he pleased, loving the helplessness of this appealing little doll.

[Heartbreaker]

Based on the noises coming from the bed, Ryan wasn't the only one enjoying the doll's helplessness.

[Nephilim]

And when he heard that moan, immediately his hand went white hot where it rested on her chest, as his other hand went to the doll's throat, squeezing hard so that breathing was impossible. "Make a fool of me," he growled, all of his fury bubbling back up as he choked the life out of the body that Rachel was inhabiting, "And I won't always let you wear another body."

[Heartbreaker]

"Never." Rachel said shakily, slipping from the puppet's body just as the girl lost awareness forever. "I'll never touch anyone but you. Unless you ask me to." she amended, after a moment.

[Nephilim]

Ryan gave the doll a final pat as he let the limp form hang where it was, turning back to the bed. "Now," he said, waiting to see what state Rachel was in after being in the mind of someone as they died, "I take it you've learned your lesson this time?"

[Heartbreaker]

"Yes." Rachel said, looking at him eagerly "That I should piss you off more often."

[Nephilim]

Ryan gave her another angry lash with the flogger, then reached around to grasp her throat tightly, fury coursing through him again.

[Heartbreaker]

"I'm sorry." she choked out, suddenly afraid "I'll never flirt without permission. Never."

[Nephilim]

Ryan growled, squeezing her throat as he climbed onto the bed, knowing he didn't have an angle to do more than scare her with the pressure, as he grasped her hips to pull them off the bed...

((NOW ftb))