[His entire body tenses and jerks at every slap to his cheek. For a short moment, before she strikes him with her other hand, his eyes are as wide and deranged as Monika, daring her to give more, wanting more. Both cheeks are red and swollen, looking far worse than before, but even so, he stares up at Monika with half-lidded eyes, not giving in just yet.
Of course, that isn't the end of it. That spit must've really got under her skin, as the ]
A-agh, Moni..ka...
[Finally, she gets a sound out of him. Choking noises leave his lips as his neck is being crushed, oozing blood down his neck. Then, a pained cry when she digs into his fresh wound, before he channels it into a whine by biting his teeth down his bottom lip, applying hard enough pressure to pierce the skin and leak blood. Again, he tries to say her name with great difficulty, but never once he begs for her to stop.
All throughout him practically being her punching bag, his erect cock throbs and leaks out enough pre to coat his length. . It's odd; in all his years of being tortured or being beaten up, he never felt anything like... Admiration and affection towards the person beating him. Of course, if he isn't feeling anything like that towards Monika, there would actually be a legitimate struggle to get her off him and have her face consequences. Instead, he willingly lay down on the blanket and let himself be used to take out all of her frustration on him, even if it may result in him being covered in bruises and bleeding all over.
If his arms aren't trapped under Monika's thighs, his body would've subconsciously jack itself off to this. Small blessings she's still sitting on him, as that would just give ammo for Monika to think him a freak.
Any attempt to say anything ceases momentarily when she slams the back of his head down, squeezing his eyes shut, whining loud to keep his voice low. His head is dizzy from the slam, but he opens his eyes back up to see the deranged girl's face so close to him.
The punishment isn't over yet, however. The wound from her earlier bite has worsen thanks to he thumb stabbing into it. But he won't beg. Again and again, he won't let her have the satisfaction of hearing him crying out in pain again. The most she'll get from him for now is just a whine of pain.
Difficult to talk with her hand gripping his neck and what voice even comes out of him was nothing more than pained sounds as her thumb digs into his wound, spurting thick blood and painting the blanket under him with it. Eventually, he manages to get the word, raspy and hoarse.]
We... We are clear, my Lord.
[He won't beg just yet, but he'll relent for now. The grin on him earlier is effectively erased, as he now takes her seriously. However, the question remains... does he submit to her? No, not yet, but she is getting there.]
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Of course, that isn't the end of it. That spit must've really got under her skin, as the ]
A-agh, Moni..ka...
[Finally, she gets a sound out of him. Choking noises leave his lips as his neck is being crushed, oozing blood down his neck. Then, a pained cry when she digs into his fresh wound, before he channels it into a whine by biting his teeth down his bottom lip, applying hard enough pressure to pierce the skin and leak blood. Again, he tries to say her name with great difficulty, but never once he begs for her to stop.
All throughout him practically being her punching bag, his erect cock throbs and leaks out enough pre to coat his length. . It's odd; in all his years of being tortured or being beaten up, he never felt anything like... Admiration and affection towards the person beating him. Of course, if he isn't feeling anything like that towards Monika, there would actually be a legitimate struggle to get her off him and have her face consequences. Instead, he willingly lay down on the blanket and let himself be used to take out all of her frustration on him, even if it may result in him being covered in bruises and bleeding all over.
If his arms aren't trapped under Monika's thighs, his body would've subconsciously jack itself off to this. Small blessings she's still sitting on him, as that would just give ammo for Monika to think him a freak.
Any attempt to say anything ceases momentarily when she slams the back of his head down, squeezing his eyes shut, whining loud to keep his voice low. His head is dizzy from the slam, but he opens his eyes back up to see the deranged girl's face so close to him.
The punishment isn't over yet, however. The wound from her earlier bite has worsen thanks to he thumb stabbing into it. But he won't beg. Again and again, he won't let her have the satisfaction of hearing him crying out in pain again. The most she'll get from him for now is just a whine of pain.
Difficult to talk with her hand gripping his neck and what voice even comes out of him was nothing more than pained sounds as her thumb digs into his wound, spurting thick blood and painting the blanket under him with it. Eventually, he manages to get the word, raspy and hoarse.]
We... We are clear, my Lord.
[He won't beg just yet, but he'll relent for now. The grin on him earlier is effectively erased, as he now takes her seriously. However, the question remains... does he submit to her? No, not yet, but she is getting there.]