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damigellaSummary: Blood, sperm and tears: Wilson gets what he deserves.
Rating: R
Wordcount: ~440
Warning: Very dark. Explicit and graphical violence (physical and sexual). Read at your own risk.
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mmom Day 30. Unbeta'd. Spoilers for season 7. May be OoC, but to me it's just very, very extreme IC behavior. Unlike what we saw in 7x23, that is.
My naked erection strained against the table's edge as the whip stung again on my shoulders. I briefly imagined how my backside must look, its crisscross pattern of crimson on white and blue.
"When Cuddy blackmailed me with sex withdrawal, you insisted again I should make it work."
The whip swooshed; this time the sharp pain bit on my buttocks instead, already tender from the harsh caning.
"You said I had to be with her before the surgery. I had to. I had to."
Tears welled up in my eyes as my ankles struggled against the restraints holding them far apart. The sting on my anus, perineum and scrotum had been almost unbearable, especially when it was repeated again and again, precisely in the same spot.
"You kept lecturing me like a goddamn Jiminy cricket."
The pressure on my wounded ring muscles sent the pain level up another notch. Tears and Cooper's fluid oozed simultaneously from me.
"You allowed me to drive. To her place. Sick as I was. Stoned as I was. For a hairbrush."
A big, hard cock was finding its way inside me, each further push sending yet another request for endorphins to my brain as my body first fought, then accepted the invader, slick only with my own blood. I couldn't resist a cry of pain every time it moved deeper in, but only a very muffled "mmmh" made it out of the gag.
"You never told me you loved me. Never. Never. Never. Never."
Each "never" was matched by the cock being almost dragged out, then shoved in completely again; silently screaming, I barely felt the handcuffs tearing the skin at my wrists, then I got pushed over the edge and into oblivious heaven.
Soon the handcuffs were unlocked, but I was so exhausted I couldn't move for a while. I heard the door opening, then closing. Finally I pulled myself up to a standing position, removed the gag and opened the ankle restraints. I grabbed the cane the hooker had left on the kitchen counter; leaning on it, I limped slowly towards the shower, bringing the bloodstained dildo with me.
All I knew about House was that he had fled to the Bahamas: I briefly wished he would let me know he was fine. Then I just hoped he was happy; I closed my eyes and imagined him smiling, relaxed in a tiki bar with a vista on a sun-drenched beach. My hands and the dildo worked fast until there were again blood, sperm and tears for the shower to wash away; it felt like my guilt was gone, too. At least for a while.
Rating: R
Wordcount: ~440
Warning: Very dark. Explicit and graphical violence (physical and sexual). Read at your own risk.
Notes:
mmom Day 30. Unbeta'd. Spoilers for season 7. May be OoC, but to me it's just very, very extreme IC behavior. Unlike what we saw in 7x23, that is. My naked erection strained against the table's edge as the whip stung again on my shoulders. I briefly imagined how my backside must look, its crisscross pattern of crimson on white and blue.
"When Cuddy blackmailed me with sex withdrawal, you insisted again I should make it work."
The whip swooshed; this time the sharp pain bit on my buttocks instead, already tender from the harsh caning.
"You said I had to be with her before the surgery. I had to. I had to."
Tears welled up in my eyes as my ankles struggled against the restraints holding them far apart. The sting on my anus, perineum and scrotum had been almost unbearable, especially when it was repeated again and again, precisely in the same spot.
"You kept lecturing me like a goddamn Jiminy cricket."
The pressure on my wounded ring muscles sent the pain level up another notch. Tears and Cooper's fluid oozed simultaneously from me.
"You allowed me to drive. To her place. Sick as I was. Stoned as I was. For a hairbrush."
A big, hard cock was finding its way inside me, each further push sending yet another request for endorphins to my brain as my body first fought, then accepted the invader, slick only with my own blood. I couldn't resist a cry of pain every time it moved deeper in, but only a very muffled "mmmh" made it out of the gag.
"You never told me you loved me. Never. Never. Never. Never."
Each "never" was matched by the cock being almost dragged out, then shoved in completely again; silently screaming, I barely felt the handcuffs tearing the skin at my wrists, then I got pushed over the edge and into oblivious heaven.
Soon the handcuffs were unlocked, but I was so exhausted I couldn't move for a while. I heard the door opening, then closing. Finally I pulled myself up to a standing position, removed the gag and opened the ankle restraints. I grabbed the cane the hooker had left on the kitchen counter; leaning on it, I limped slowly towards the shower, bringing the bloodstained dildo with me.
All I knew about House was that he had fled to the Bahamas: I briefly wished he would let me know he was fine. Then I just hoped he was happy; I closed my eyes and imagined him smiling, relaxed in a tiki bar with a vista on a sun-drenched beach. My hands and the dildo worked fast until there were again blood, sperm and tears for the shower to wash away; it felt like my guilt was gone, too. At least for a while.