I want to be manipulated and abused and taken advantage of. I need an older woman to roughly fuck me and mindbreak me until i can't think of anything but her. I need her to drug me so i can't so no. I need her to keep me locked up in her basement so I can't escape and i need her to never leave me and keep me trapped as her little toy and object to be used :(
I cannot relate to people who dislike female characters for “being manipulative.” She’s literally creative problem solving before your eyes. She’s literally just using her words. Maybe the other blorbos should be less pawn-like for her beautiful hands hmm
an INCREDIBLY fun request from @dwnrdsprl and my first TPOF fic ever! thank you so much, julian, i had a blast with this one <3
“Take your clothes off, pig.”
You didn't know how you'd gotten here.
You were standing in an abandoned office, your surroundings smelling of dust and dank and mildew like it hadn’t been used for a while, dressed in a stranger's clothes, a shirt and tie and ill-fitting trousers that trailed on the ground (you were too short) and clung tightly around your waist (your hips were too big), all while a strange woman was threatening you with a taser and making you strip for her.
You remembered voices. You remembered the blurs of red and blue and the occasional flash of green, and then nothing but pain.
Your head and body were still throbbing from the jolt back to consciousness, but you swallowed tightly at the barked order, your eyes wide like a deer in the headlights and almost flinching out of your skin as you hurriedly reached down and hastily untucked your shirt from your waistband, shaking fingers fumbling with each of the delicate, little buttons after you untied your tie and tossed it aside.
Celia watched you carefully as you fumbled inelegantly with the buttons, her dark eyes narrowing scrutinously. She tapped the end of the taser against her thigh, silently threatening you if you didn’t obey her orders, her pantyhose creasing when she crossed her legs a little tighter and folded her arms over her full chest.
The gesture just made your hands shake even more, as you nervously wet your lips, your eyes on the floor.
“Stop shaking,” She ordered with a sharp frown. “And get to it. Faster.”
"Mmf," You bit your lip hard to resist a whimper, quickly moving your hands down to unbuckle your belt and pull down your trousers, your boxers damp with sweat. "S-Sorry..."
“You should be.” Celia snapped, her eyes narrowing further as she raked her gaze over your cowering form, eyeing the nervous sweat that was gathering on your trembling belly (what little she could see of it with your shirt still on), clearly relishing in just how quickly she had gotten you to obey.
That was made all the more obvious when she smirked as your trousers went down, an airy titter falling from her painted lips.
"You're disgusting, you know that. Like a cowering, sad little dog." She purred, her crossed legs bobbing idly against the desk she was atop of. "You're lucky it was me who picked you, you know. Otherwise, you wouldn't have stood a chance~"
Your jaw tensed a little at the memory (knowing that she was probably right, you wouldn't have survived whatever the other two lights had in store for you) and you stared down at the ground before stepping out of your trousers and pulling off your shoes (ugly, you would never have worn them yourself) with them.
"You look like you're trying not to piss yourself," She giggled even more, idly covering her mouth with another mean titter when your cheeks flushed a mortified red, before shaking her head, her luscious curls bouncing at the gesture. "Don't cry. It’s not fun if you break this early, and I'm easily bored."
She leaned a little closer, lowering the taser to her thigh as her fingers curled around her own chin, regarding you like a specimen under a microscope.
"Get on your knees for me."
You whimpered softly, holding onto the trailing tails of your work shirt (keeping it pinned still against your sweaty body), your eyes flicking from her smirking face and down to the taser in her lap.
You knew that you didn't have the option of arguing with her. Or, if you did, you wouldn't survive the outcome.
So, you obediently sank down to your knees for her, pressing your slick thighs together and trying your best to appear composed, as opposed to the shivering mess you felt like.
"You're better behaved than I thought you'd be." She hummed with a slight smile (though you could tell that there was a flicker of disappointment in her gaze too, maybe she had hoped to deal with a rowdy hostage). "Most men are sooooo disobedient for a powerful woman, which is so boring, you know.” Her eyes flicked over your trembling thighs, noting the way they rubbed together as you knelt.
Her smirk growing wider, Celia then uncrossed her legs, slowly parting them a little more so she could look down at you.
“I'm…pleasantly surprised.” She said softly, smirking even more when your eyes went up, met by the rising hem of her pencil skirt and a flash of her dark panties through her pantyhose. “You just want to make me feel good, don't you? Make me happy…like a good, little dog."
"Y-Yes...ma'am," You murmured, your cheeks burning a little darker as your eyes went down again, not wanting to look, to appear disrespectful.
Celia chuckled at your chivalry, her heel lifting so that she could run the tip of her shoe under your jaw, forcing your face up so you were looking directly at her.
"Look at me," She commanded, her heel then resting against your lower lip, tilting your head up slightly further. "And don't avert your eyes again, understood? You don’t look away from a lady when she’s talking to you. It’s not polite."
"Nhhh..." You groaned softly against the toe of her heel (expensive, patent leather, much better quality than the shoes she had given you), clenching your hands between your trembling thighs, sweat soaking into your shirt as your body grew more and more hot…for whatever reason.
“You really are pathetic, aren’t you?” She teased, her smirk growing nastier as she moved her heel against your throat, pushing slightly against it and making you swallow tightly. “I’ve barely done anything, and you’re already shaking. Some kind of man you are. Hm!~”
Another chuckle escaped her painted mouth when you let out another whimper, your windpipe tightening slightly as she pressed more pressure against it.
"Shirt off. Now."
You swallowed hard, unable to resist her order as shaking hands reached up to finish the buttons on your shirt, and shoving it from your shoulders...
Revealing your binder.
“Oh!”
Her eyes then went wide with surprise, sitting back on the desk and pulling her foot away from your throat. and they went wider still as she saw the thick, white material of your binder stretching over and binding your chest.
"How…interesting,” She murmured softly, her spread legs quickly pressing together (almost tightly, too tight to go unnoticed) as she took a firmer grip of the taser in her lap. “But…didn't you say you were a man at the auction house?" She asked, her voice growing from soft and commanding, to teasing and almost spiteful.
"I am a man," You said, your voice shivering, sounding almost like you were telling yourself, just as much as you were telling her, watching as she stood to her feet and paced closer towards you.
Celia just grinned, unexpectedly delighted as she stepped even closer, leaning down and taking a firm grip on the hem of the binder.
"Oh, this is just perfect~" She purred, pulling you into her, your knees aching as you were forced into an uncomfortable squat. "I thought I was getting some worthless, little boy at the auction house, but oh no," She let out a little titter. "I'm getting a cute, little girl instead. How wonderful for me!"
Your face went bright red and you tried to pull backwards.
"I'm not-!" You squeaked, struggling as she pulled you in again. "I'm not a girl!"
Celia’s other hand pressed the cold metal of the taser’s prongs to the underside of your chin, forcing you to look up at her again, the teasing smile never leaving her beautiful face.
“Are you sure about that?” She asked, her eyes narrowing with a cruel gleam (reminding you so clearly of the girls that used to bully you in high school) as she pressed the taser a little harder into the sensitive skin of your jaw. “Because this pretty body looks like it belongs to a girl.”
"I don't...l-look like a girl," You stammered, shivering as she took a firmer grip on your binder, the taser digging into your skin. “P-Please don’t, nh…”
“Don’t? Don’t want, hm?” Celia tilted her head slightly, her long, luscious hair falling over her shoulders, unwaveringly attractive in spite of her brutality (or maybe because of it). “Don’t call you a girl? Don’t play with you like this? But you’re making such a pretty picture right now~! So vulnerable and scared, it’s adorable!”
She giggled, her knee lightly bumping against your chest, before she shoved you back onto your ass, standing above you, her hands on her hips.
“Take your binder off. Show me the girl you really are~”
You whimpered again, biting your lip hard as your eyes started to burn, feeling the beginnings of humiliated tears starting to gather along your lashes. But, unable to argue or worm yourself out of the situation, you hesitantly reached upwards and pulled at the hem of the binder, rolling up the cotton and elastic and revealing your full chest.
You didn’t have any choice, you told yourself, staring at the taser as the tears began to run down your burning cheeks. You had no choice.
“Oh, this is just getting better and better,” She smiled, taking another step closer to you. “Look at that. It really is a shame, you know, pretty girls like you covering themselves up…pretending to be men. My heart breaks for it, truly, it does…”
You tried to inch yourself backwards, to get away from your captor, your bare body scraping along the rough carpet of the office room. But Celia just followed you until you ran out of space, trapping you in the corner of the dusty room, a smirk spreading on her face when you realised that you had nowhere else to go.
“No running away now, sweet girl.” She smiled, before squatting down to your level. “Now stay still.”
"Mm," Your lips trembled as she slid a hand over your ankle and up your calf, almost stroking your skin admiringly.
“You do have lovely legs,” She murmured, squeezing your calf gently as she slid her hand up towards your knee. “Mm, it would be better if you shaved them though, that’ll be the first thing I make sure of. And thennn…” She drawled, settling down on her knees in front of you. “Just imagine how pretty they’re going to look, all dolled up in some silks, perhaps. Maybe some nylon, or even lace?”
"I-I don't know..." You murmured, quickly pulling your knees up to your chest, away from her touch. “I don’t…want to do that. Boys don’t do that.”
"Oh, don't give me that now," She snapped with a roll of her eyes, grabbing one of your ankles tightly, her nails digging into your soft flesh as she pinned it down against the ground. "We’ve already established that you did a pretty shitty job at trying to be a boy. Which means I get a nice blank slate to work on…mm, well, mostly blank~”
Her harsh grip relaxed slightly, turning back into slow strokes.
“Sooo, we just need to work on making that…spirit of yours a little more obedient, don’t we?” She smirked indulgently, her touch drifting up your calf and towards your thigh. "So, you’re going to say: 'Yes Mistress, that would look so pretty,’ aren’t you? Like a good, little girl.”
A deep, shameful heat was set alight in your core, making it twist and tighten painfilly, and your expression grimaced before you could stop it.
Celia’s smirk faltered slightly as she noted your face twitching, her manicured nails digging further into your thigh as she leaned into you, her face inches from your own
“You’re going to say. ‘Yes. Mistress’.” She snapped, her tone harsher than before. “Do it. Now.”
"Y-Yes...Mistress," You whispered, your voice as small as you could make it, head sinking down slightly against your chest.
“Good girl, there we go,” She praised with a smile, her grip shifting from your thigh and sliding up to the underside of your jaw, forcing your face up to hers again. “And what are you going to say next?”
"That...would look s-so pretty," You said, your head feeling more and more hot as you spoke.
“That’s much better, sweetheart. Very good.” Celia murmured. "You know...I'd gone to that auction to get some of my frustrations out. Find some...man," She said through a tight sneer. "To break down and hurt as much as I pleased, they’ve done more than enough to deserve it. Oh, but I found you instead," She smiled like a switch had been triggered in her mind, though her grip did not relent on the taser. "A sweet little thing who was just hiding from me. It's nice how things work out, isn't it?"
You were quiet as she spoke, keeping your eyes locked down on the taser at her side, before switching back to her, unable to really give her an answer to her question.
After a moment, she chuckled and rolled her eyes.
“And you know the best thing? I know you won’t fight me on this. And you know you won’t either.” She tittered again, her hand smoothing down your chest with a little sigh, eyes narrowing with poorly concealed lust. “I know you don’t have the balls to fight me.”
You cringed at her phrasing, feeling all the more ashamed knowing that she was certainly right about you, that you wouldn’t fight her.
Even if she didn’t have the taser, you probably wouldn’t have fought her.
“Well, maybe that’s not totally the best thing,” She then murmured lowly, the hand on your chest slowly curling to cup one of your breasts, her pencil skirt now having completely ridden up and showing the waistband of her pantyhose. It was a pretty tantalising sight, even if she was insane. “Maybe, the best thing is knowing how much you’re enjoying yourself, too~”
"I...mm," You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as she touched you, a manicured fingernail idly teasing the bud of your nipple as her body inched closer to yours, forcing your legs to spread to accommodate her.
“Do you like this?” She purred, her other hand reaching down as she pressed the heel of her palm against the front of your boxers, feeling the wet heat underneath. “Ohhh, I think you do. I don’t think you really liked being a man, did you? You just felt like you had to…like so many of us girls do, just to get by in this world, hm?”
“Ngh,” You tried to shift your legs together but found your resolve to resist her weakening all the more, by the second.
“Yes, that’s it,” She murmured encouragingly, idly squeezing your flesh with both hands, teasing each bud of pure white pleasure until you were shivering desperately against her, seeking her, even if it made you feel bad afterwards. “But I hope that I’m convincing you that being a girl is a much better decision for you. Don’t you think girls are pretty, sweetheart? Don’t you think I’m pretty?”
"You're...v-very pretty," You admitted softly, your hips bucking against her palm.
“Mm, thank you, my darling, but I’m much more than just pretty. That’s your job, isn’t it? To be my pretty, little girl, and nothing else?~" Celia chuckled, suddenly pressing two fingers to the ‘gusset’ (because how else would you describe it) of your boxers, feeling the wetness at its source. "Such pretty eyes, such a pretty face…what a pity you're wasting it by pretending to be a man."
"Hhh..." You breathed out, trembling even more as she touched you, your thighs tensing either side of her and gripping the carpet in curled fists.
“Oh, I’m really going to enjoy you,” She purred, leaning in even closer so her face was only an inch away from yours, her long hair falling over and brushing your shoulders. “You’re just going to be a pretty, little doll for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
"Oh god," You murmured, your face heating up even more as you hid in your palms. "D-Don't...say something like that...hhh..."
“But it’s true,” She chuckled, her breath hot against your skin as she brought her lips to brush your jaw, her tongue darting out slightly to drag along your skin, tasting your sweat, your fear, your pure arousal. “You want to be good, you want to do as I say, and you especially want me to be happy, don’t you?”
"Nhhh..." You groaned as her tongue dragged along your jaw and down your neck.
“Now now, don’t whine,” She scolded, her tone warning and worryingly matron-like. “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”
The hand between your legs idly pulled your boxers to the side then, revealing your wet and puffy labia to the cool air of the office and letting her touch you without the barrier of moist cotton in the way, the drag of her smooth fingers feeling like heaven between your hot folds.
“Say it for me, sweet girl. Say ‘I’ll be a pretty doll for you, Mistress’.”
"F-Fuck, mm," Your brain felt like it was short circuiting as one hand reached out, desperately, to cling to her shoulder (surprised when she let you do that much), your thighs clenching on either side of her body, suddenly breathing quite hard. "I'll...nhh..."
“Come on,” She murmured, bringing her lips to your ear. “All of it, or I’m going to shock you.”
You felt your body tense up when you felt the sudden sharp press of the taser against the soft flesh of your inner thigh, your wide eyes pulling back to meet hers, only finding a coy and almost innocent expression, like she was pulling an especially mean prank on.
"I'll…”
“All of it~” She reminded you again, more pressure on the taser.
“Mm,” You breathed out a little sigh through your nose, squeezing your eyes together tightly. “I’ll…be a pretty d-doll for you, Mistress..."
You felt a sudden blunt force against your cunt and your bloodshot eyes widened agains as you felt Celia force the taser (prong side down, thank GOD) inside of you, your cunt swallowing it hungrily in spite of the agonising force behind the firm plastic.
“Good girl,” She drawled with a smug smile, her voice thick with praise and satisfaction like artificial syrup, nuzzling her cheek against your temple. “And you’ll be the perfect doll for me, won’t you? You’ll let me dress you however I like, shape you however I like…isn’t that right, doll?”
"Uuuh huuuh," You whined, your voice pitched up and dumb and your entire body trembling as she forced the taser deeper inside you, her thumb rubbing circles around your clit as she did so, giving you something to enjoy while she invaded your insides.
"Soooo, when I say you're going to put some weight on around your butt and hips," She grinned against your cheek, pushing the taser somehow deeper inside of you (while still having a firm grip of the end of it). "And grow your hair out, so you look like a real girl again, what does my doll say?"
"Yes Mistress," You drawled, breathing hard as your head tilted back against the office wall, feeling the nonconsenting pleasure and heat of it behind your eyes. "Nnf, yes Mistress-!"
“Oh, this is just too good,” She drawled, suddenly grinding her hips against your thigh as she started to thrust the taser in and out of you, breathing hard against your skin as her hips gyrated in time with her brutal thrusts, like she was pretending to fuck you in place of it. ."S-Stick your tongue out for me, doll."
“Ahhh…”Your lips parted obediently and you stuck your tongue out for her.
Celia let out a short huff of breath, a small shiver going through her (to which she grimaced, almost as if a shiver was giving away too much vulnerability) as her own breath got hotter, before she leaned even closer and slowly licked up the side of your tongue, a perverted (fetishised) facsimile of a kiss.
"Nn, good doll..." She groaned into the messy kiss..
"Nhhh," You moaned mindlessly against her lips, as she kissed you like a woman starved of it (and maybe she was), your eyelids fluttering as your eyes crossed, your cunt clenching tightly around the length of the taser as she continued to tease your clit and oversensitive nipples, your body just growing tighter and more wanting of relief underneath hers.
The hand on your chest dipped down and grabbed your hip, giving herself a firmer object to grind against and digging in hard enough to leave marks. Her tongue forced its way into your mouth, a hot, heavy mass of writhing muscle as she leaned against you, panting against your parted lips.
"Nn..." She managed to breathe, her voice almost desperate. "You don’t know how happy this makes me, doll. I’ve only just got you, and you’re already such a good girl...hah…”
"Mm..." You shivered, keening forward to lap at her mouth, hungry for her, any preconceived shame abandoned in the pursuit of her twisted rendition of pleasure.
“Ah-ah,” Celia breathed out a mean chuckle, pulling back from your mouth and daintily wiping a small bit of saliva from her chin, fixing her smudged lipstick. “Down, girl. You still need to behave…”
She chuckled again at the sight of your flushed, needy face, tossing her hair from her own flushed cheeks, like a model in an especially pornographic shampoo commercial.
“You’re so cute…just makes me want to eat you up~”
You licked your lips with a dazed expression, both wanting to keen in for her and to stay still, to play the good girl she wanted you to be.
“Good girl,” She murmured (because you’d made the right choice in staying still), taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger and tugging it forward, (nudging the taser just a little deeper and making you whine for more). “You’re not used to being a girl, are you, sweetness? I can tell. You need a little guidance…but that’s alright. I’ll help you with that. I’ll help you with every step.”
She smirked, gently rubbing the drool from your bottom lip and smearing it into your skin.
“You’ll be my new personal assistant, first of all, and you’ll help me with my day to day tasks in a cute outfit like mine…then, I’ll promote you to be my maid.” She listed with growing glee in her eyes. “With the uniform and all…oh, you’re going to look cute as a button!”
You breathed harder as the pacing of the hard thrusts picked up, staring dumbly up at her in silent agreement as you drooled, mindlessly, your head lost in pleasure.
"And then," She said, bringing her smiling face close to yours, close enough that she must have been able to feel the heat from your body, smell your sweat, just as you could smell her perfume, sweet and musky. "When you've gotten rid of my husband...I'll make you my little housewife~"
She grinned and gave your drooling lips a quick little kiss, pushing the taser to its very deepest inside of you.
Your eyes, once again, shot wide at the painful intrusion, and you cried out, tipping your head back, as you were forced into an excruciatingly tight climax, all over her fingers.
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