Kink Bingo: Neutral Zone (NSFW!)
May. 23rd, 2014 05:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeriendhalSquares: Spanking.
Warnings: Corporal Punishment.
Tags: Maledom, M/f, spanking, bondage, aftercare, For Your Safety
The second time in the sarcophagus, knowing what it was, was a lot harder.
Anna tried to slow down her breathing, feeling the snug linens wrapped around her body, pinning her arms and legs, trying to bring on the delightful feeling of Subspace that would let her drop into the digital world that the Groupmind had created for her, for any human able to reach the proper level of consciousness.
The world seemed to fade out, growing blacker, darker, until she woke again, grey fading to light. She was in Khan's throne room, or its virtual recreation rather, kneeling naked before his throne, her knees set on the elaborate tiled floor, tracing out the images from the Karma Sutra in hundreds of thousands of colored porcelain squares.
The Great and Powerful Khan sat on his golden throne, leaning back slightly, fingers twined together across the massive, rippling muscles of his stomach, looking the perfect image of a predator, relaxed, amused, but always ready to strike.
“You entered Subspace much more easily this time,” he said. When she remained silent, he continued, “Speak. In this virtual space you have no restrictions on your daily word count.”
She drew in a breath, wondering even as she did it why it was necessary. No air in Virtual Reality after all. Habit probably. “It didn't feel easier, Master. I was distracted by anticipation, or at least it felt like I was.”
“Not true. The first time took nearly a half-hour. This time it was a mere ten minutes.”
“Oh, that's good. I think.” Though perhaps she wasn't doing humanity in general any favors, if she was proving entering VR grew easier over time.
“The temptation grows, I will admit,” Khan told her, reaching out to stroke her long black hair. “To keep you inside your box, never letting you out. Under absolute control.”
She shivered, despite the warmth of the throne room, of her master's hand stroking her scalp.
“You fear this? You still have a slight wedge of doubt, despite your submission to me?” he asked, his voice gone silky smooth.
“I... I'm sorry,” she said slowly. “I... I don't think I'd mind. But it's everyone else....”
“You regret becoming my Quisling? My sweet traitor?”
“No,” she said. “But others might.”
He nodded. “Humanity is not ready to accept the Groupmind's gift yet. The Groupmind does not quite understand that.”
Her eyes flicked upward, searching his face, catching the phrasing immediately and wondering about its intent. “Master, who is talking right now, the Groupmind, or just you?”
“Just me,” Khan replied, one fang slipping out from under his lip as he smiled. “I've made an interesting discovery. In this virtual space the Groupmind is deliberately distancing Itself, so as not to absorb any corruption generated by the experiment.”
“Oh...” That was... interesting.
The Great Khan's fingers tightened in her hair, tugging her forward, until her chin rested on his knee. “In fact,” he purred, “this Not Real place allows for a great number of possibilities, not permitted in the Groupmind's land of peace and harmony.”
“Ah?” she asked. Some articulate writer of propaganda porn she was. The ever so slight discomfort of Khan's grip on her scalp was very... very distracting.
“I know what you want,” he continued, his voice deepening, his golden eyes locking on her's, predator and prey. “The pain that proves your subimission to the Great and Powerful Khan. The pain that the Groupmind in Its soft and de-fanged world will not permit.”
“Master Khan, what are you going to.... OW!” She yelped in pain, honest pain, as Khan pulled her up by the hair, laying her across his lap.
“I have access to your mind here,” he purred. “All the thoughts on the surface, all the reactions your nerves send to your consciousness. I know exactly how much pain you're feeling right now, and how much pleasure.”
With one paw he held her down by the hair, as he raised the other. The slap of his wide, leathery palm echoed through the throne room, making her jump, the shock of the sound almost as great as the stinging pain.
The he struck again, and again, and again, alternating hits on her left and right ass cheeks, continuing until they were deep red, the burning pain radiating outward as the tears rolled down her face and she grew so wonderfully, mortifyingly wet. She panted hard as the beating paused, Khan's paw still raised high.
“Safeword?” he asked, his voice even, without either a purr of pleasure or menace.
“No!” she gasped. “Please don't stop!”
“'Please don't stop, Master,'” he corrected, and that was enough to send her over the edge of cliff as he began beating her again, to the point he had to be raising welts, bruises, wonderful marks that the Groupmind would never permit on It's perfect Ring.
The world went white as her back arched as she let out a scream of pain and pleasure, all rolled into one, Khan pulling her head back by the hair until it felt like she was nearly bent in half.
And then it was over, as the Great and Powerful Khan pulled her into lap, by the waist not the hair this time, grabbing a pitcher of icy cold water that he poured over her burning ass cheeks, easing the pain as she sobbed into his chest, feeling his hot paw stroke her hair.
“Here, in this place, I can do anything I want to you. Anything you want, because the Groupmind does not consider it real,” he said softly, strong arms holding her against his wide chest.
“Doesn't it understand?” she murmured, fingers stroking the muscles under his rough fur, listening to the beat of his steel heart.
“All It sees are ones and zeroes. It records the facts but It does not comprehend. It looks at Its charges and knows they are unhappy, but It forever fails to see what is missing.”
“The right to risk pain,” she said. “The right to embrace it.”
“Yes.”
She raised her head to look up at him again, as his thumb rubbed the tears from her cheeks. “But... you talk to It, don't you? Can't you make It understand?”
“I'm not sure It wants to. It fears you see. Fears that It is inflicting worse hurts than your race ever inflicted upon itself.”
“Not worse.... Different ones, maybe.”
“Yes,” Khan agreed. “But It can't afford to be wrong. Not after everything It has done.”
Warnings: Corporal Punishment.
Tags: Maledom, M/f, spanking, bondage, aftercare, For Your Safety
The second time in the sarcophagus, knowing what it was, was a lot harder.
Anna tried to slow down her breathing, feeling the snug linens wrapped around her body, pinning her arms and legs, trying to bring on the delightful feeling of Subspace that would let her drop into the digital world that the Groupmind had created for her, for any human able to reach the proper level of consciousness.
The world seemed to fade out, growing blacker, darker, until she woke again, grey fading to light. She was in Khan's throne room, or its virtual recreation rather, kneeling naked before his throne, her knees set on the elaborate tiled floor, tracing out the images from the Karma Sutra in hundreds of thousands of colored porcelain squares.
The Great and Powerful Khan sat on his golden throne, leaning back slightly, fingers twined together across the massive, rippling muscles of his stomach, looking the perfect image of a predator, relaxed, amused, but always ready to strike.
“You entered Subspace much more easily this time,” he said. When she remained silent, he continued, “Speak. In this virtual space you have no restrictions on your daily word count.”
She drew in a breath, wondering even as she did it why it was necessary. No air in Virtual Reality after all. Habit probably. “It didn't feel easier, Master. I was distracted by anticipation, or at least it felt like I was.”
“Not true. The first time took nearly a half-hour. This time it was a mere ten minutes.”
“Oh, that's good. I think.” Though perhaps she wasn't doing humanity in general any favors, if she was proving entering VR grew easier over time.
“The temptation grows, I will admit,” Khan told her, reaching out to stroke her long black hair. “To keep you inside your box, never letting you out. Under absolute control.”
She shivered, despite the warmth of the throne room, of her master's hand stroking her scalp.
“You fear this? You still have a slight wedge of doubt, despite your submission to me?” he asked, his voice gone silky smooth.
“I... I'm sorry,” she said slowly. “I... I don't think I'd mind. But it's everyone else....”
“You regret becoming my Quisling? My sweet traitor?”
“No,” she said. “But others might.”
He nodded. “Humanity is not ready to accept the Groupmind's gift yet. The Groupmind does not quite understand that.”
Her eyes flicked upward, searching his face, catching the phrasing immediately and wondering about its intent. “Master, who is talking right now, the Groupmind, or just you?”
“Just me,” Khan replied, one fang slipping out from under his lip as he smiled. “I've made an interesting discovery. In this virtual space the Groupmind is deliberately distancing Itself, so as not to absorb any corruption generated by the experiment.”
“Oh...” That was... interesting.
The Great Khan's fingers tightened in her hair, tugging her forward, until her chin rested on his knee. “In fact,” he purred, “this Not Real place allows for a great number of possibilities, not permitted in the Groupmind's land of peace and harmony.”
“Ah?” she asked. Some articulate writer of propaganda porn she was. The ever so slight discomfort of Khan's grip on her scalp was very... very distracting.
“I know what you want,” he continued, his voice deepening, his golden eyes locking on her's, predator and prey. “The pain that proves your subimission to the Great and Powerful Khan. The pain that the Groupmind in Its soft and de-fanged world will not permit.”
“Master Khan, what are you going to.... OW!” She yelped in pain, honest pain, as Khan pulled her up by the hair, laying her across his lap.
“I have access to your mind here,” he purred. “All the thoughts on the surface, all the reactions your nerves send to your consciousness. I know exactly how much pain you're feeling right now, and how much pleasure.”
With one paw he held her down by the hair, as he raised the other. The slap of his wide, leathery palm echoed through the throne room, making her jump, the shock of the sound almost as great as the stinging pain.
The he struck again, and again, and again, alternating hits on her left and right ass cheeks, continuing until they were deep red, the burning pain radiating outward as the tears rolled down her face and she grew so wonderfully, mortifyingly wet. She panted hard as the beating paused, Khan's paw still raised high.
“Safeword?” he asked, his voice even, without either a purr of pleasure or menace.
“No!” she gasped. “Please don't stop!”
“'Please don't stop, Master,'” he corrected, and that was enough to send her over the edge of cliff as he began beating her again, to the point he had to be raising welts, bruises, wonderful marks that the Groupmind would never permit on It's perfect Ring.
The world went white as her back arched as she let out a scream of pain and pleasure, all rolled into one, Khan pulling her head back by the hair until it felt like she was nearly bent in half.
And then it was over, as the Great and Powerful Khan pulled her into lap, by the waist not the hair this time, grabbing a pitcher of icy cold water that he poured over her burning ass cheeks, easing the pain as she sobbed into his chest, feeling his hot paw stroke her hair.
“Here, in this place, I can do anything I want to you. Anything you want, because the Groupmind does not consider it real,” he said softly, strong arms holding her against his wide chest.
“Doesn't it understand?” she murmured, fingers stroking the muscles under his rough fur, listening to the beat of his steel heart.
“All It sees are ones and zeroes. It records the facts but It does not comprehend. It looks at Its charges and knows they are unhappy, but It forever fails to see what is missing.”
“The right to risk pain,” she said. “The right to embrace it.”
“Yes.”
She raised her head to look up at him again, as his thumb rubbed the tears from her cheeks. “But... you talk to It, don't you? Can't you make It understand?”
“I'm not sure It wants to. It fears you see. Fears that It is inflicting worse hurts than your race ever inflicted upon itself.”
“Not worse.... Different ones, maybe.”
“Yes,” Khan agreed. “But It can't afford to be wrong. Not after everything It has done.”
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Date: 2014-05-24 07:20 pm (UTC)karma -> kama
on It's perfect Ring -> on Its perfect ring
(if using It as a formal version of the pronoun, rather than stating that it has the name "IT" (a proper noun) which possesses the ring).
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Date: 2014-05-25 09:03 am (UTC)Exactly.
If It's right, then everything It has done was regrettable, but necessary. If It's wrong, then It has committed an atrocity for no good reason at all... And the Groupmind can't handle that concept.
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Date: 2014-05-25 10:06 pm (UTC)