Felt bored. Wanted to write more obsessive, asshole Scaramouche again. The scenario is basically that you're his subordinate but you kinda suck at your job and also your boss wants you. BADLY. So you're basically framed for an incident he caused and sent to him for punishment. But this was his plan all along.
(I'm barely awake rn so if this isn't as good as my usual stuff I apologize. I tried)
His grip is iron on the back of your neck, pressing your cheek hard against the cold stone wall. You can feel the hum of Electro dancing at his fingertips, a warning, one wrong move and he’ll make sure you regret it. His other hand slips between your thighs with deliberate cruelty, fingers pushing past fabric, into the slick heat of your cunt. He doesn’t bother with gentleness, doesn’t care if it stings. In fact, he wants it to.
"Pathetic," he sneers, voice dripping with venom. "You really thought you could outmaneuver me? That I wouldn’t see right through your incompetence?"
His fingers curl inside you, pressing into your g spot just hard enough to make you gasp. The shock comes without warning, a sharp burst of Electro that arcs through your nerves, locking your muscles in place as pleasure and pain twist together.
"You don’t get to enjoy it," he growls, leaning in close, his breath cool against your ear. "You take what I give you, and you fucking thank me for it."
Another shock, another brutal thrust of his fingers. He can feel how wet you are, how your body betrays you, and it only makes him angrier. He hates you for this. Hates that even now, even like this, you make him want to ruin you in every way possible.
"Disgusting," he spits, but his fingers don’t stop. "You’re lucky I’m the one handling your punishment. Anyone else would’ve killed you by now. Especially after today's incident."
You don't understand. You were new and had made only rookie mistakes that most new recruits made. But today an entire log had gone missing. Found badly damaged and sizzling with electro inside your personal bag. You had been accused of sabotage and destroying information even though you didn't even use an electro delusion. Summoned before the harbinger in charge of your platoon for punishment. And then before you could even figure out what was happening, he had pounced on you from behind.
You tried to cry out for help.
Your scream was quickly muffled against his palm, his fingers digging into your jaw hard enough to bruise. Electro surges through you, a white-hot current that sears from your core outward, branding your skin. A mark on your womb. Intricate, pulsing with violet energy. It flares to life just below your navel, its glow casting eerie shadows across your trembling body.
"Shut up," he hisses, voice low and dangerous. "Unless you want to be the reason someone dies tonight."
His grip tightens, forcing your head back against his shoulder so you can see the cruel amusement in his eyes.
"If anyone hears you, if anyone sees this..." His free hand trails down, fingertips brushing the mark, and you jolt as another wave of electricity licks up your spine.
"I’ll slit their throats myself."
Then, without warning, he activates the mark, no touch, just sheer, merciless will.
Your back arches violently as the shock of pleasure-pain rips through you, your cunt clenching around nothing, your thighs shaking. It’s too much...unrelenting, degrading ecstasy, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until your vision blurs and your knees buckle. You writhe, mewl, tears streaking your face, but he doesn’t stop.
"This is what you are now," he murmurs, watching you unravel with cold satisfaction. "Every part of you answers to me. Your body, your voice, your fucking pleasure. None of it belongs to you anymore. Serves you right for being so distracting."
Another pulse of the mark. Another choked sob as your hips jerk helplessly against the air, your pussy dripping, your mind fracturing under the onslaught.
"Pray I never get bored of you. I'm the sole reason you live. Now be still."
He lifts you effortlessly, forcing your legs wider as he slams into your cunt without warning, no preparation, no mercy, just the brutal stretch of him filling you completely.
"That's right. Keep making those disgusting sounds. I'm not stopping until I'm satisfied. So take it."
And what he gives you is painfully deep, each thrust punishing, each movement calculated to drag against your sensitive walls until your vision whites out. The womb mark pulses in time with his strokes, sending waves of electric pleasure straight to your core, forcing your body to react whether you want to or not.
You whimper, shake, go limp, but he doesn’t care.
The mark activates without warning, sending another brutal shock of pleasure through your nerves. Your back arches, your mouth falls open in a silent scream, your cunt clenching around him like a vice as you pulse around his cock, your body betraying you once again.
He laughs, low and cruel, as he fucks you through it, his pace unrelenting.
"Look at you, falling apart just because I tell you to. How fucking adorable."
His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back again so he can see the tears streaming down your face, the way your lips tremble, the way your body still jerks with aftershocks.
"That's a nice expression. Fearful, exhausted... aroused. It suits someone as incompetent and useless as you."
Then he slams into you one last time, his own release searing inside you as the mark flares again, forcing another orgasm out of you just because he can.
"Disgusting." He pulls out with a sneer, letting you collapse, shaking and ruined. Your hole gaping and dripping with his filth.
"Clean yourself up. And don’t even think about running. There is no where you could go where I wouldn't find you. And when I did I'd kill you."
With that, he steps back, leaving you a gasping, twitching mess on the floor, your body still humming with the remnants of the electric pleasure he forced into you.
