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- terato and robot (obviously), lowkey objectum too tbh

- cnc, somno, free use, intoxication play

- bdsm, bondage, breeding (no pregnancy)

- blood and guro, scientific experimentation

Normally you would be on edge, afraid even, but today you were as calm as ever. This may have had something to do with how used to her antics you were, or the fact that you had the power of the law on your side this time. You had the upper hand here as you slowly checked all the cupboards you knew she wouldn't be in. A weak attempt at pretending you were just as on edge as the last time you two interacted.

Completing your rounds, you flopped back down onto the bed and began to pull your jeans down slightly, just enough to make your underwear completely visible and your next move comfortable. You began to slowly stroke yourself through your panties. Slowly. Sensually. You made an effort to put on a show for your stalker, breath hitching slightly and letting out quiet moans. Shimmying completely out of your pants, you positioned yourself comfortably against the headboard and hotel standard mountain of pillows, and shove your hand into your panties. You hear a rustling of fabric from the wardrobe, just soft enough that you wouldn't have caught it were you actually invested in your masturbation. You’ve got her now. You speed up, panties completely soaked by this point, chasing release, before you suddenly get a notification from your phone.

You grumble, but this is exactly what you needed. You check the notification, nothing actually important, and you shuffle yourself off the bed, shaky as you are, toward the kitchen drawers. The knife you keep in the actual cutlery drawer would be missing, in her own hands no doubt, but out of view of the wardrobe crack lay another set of drawers where you have kept your weapon of choice. It was time to strike.

You fling open the wardrobe door, knife in hand, to the exact sight you were expecting. She was squatting in the bottom of the shitty wooden wardrobe, knife abandoned on the other side of the wardrobe because her hands were otherwise occupied. Shock spread across her face as she scrambled upright, but you put a stop to any kind of fleeing with a flash of the knife and a foot to the chest, knocking her backwards.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

It was the first time you saw genuine fear in her eyes since you told her you were breaking up with her all those months ago.

“I- uhm-”

You grabbed her by the collar and pulled her upright, holding the knife to her throat. The bulge in her shorts twitched, a sticky wet patch beginning to show.

You looked down at her bulge and pressed your knee gently into it, resulting in a wanton moan coming from your stalker.

“Listen, I’ll give you two choices.”

Her big eyes stared expectantly up at you, reminiscent of a predator animal who just learned they too could be prey. It was addictive to have the power for once in this relationship and the rush was going straight to your groin.

“One: I will take a photo of you where you are, fucking pervert, i will obtain the security cam footage from this hotel, and i will provide this to the authorities. I’m sure you know how serious violating a restraining order is, dear.”

She gulped as you pressed the knife into her throat. Little beads of blood gathered around the blade’s edge.

“Or, two: you can help me finish what I started earlier, and if you do it well, I won’t say a thing. What will it be?”

The pervert began salivating at the thought, so you pulled her out of the wardrobe, still holding on by the collar, and led her to the side of the bed. You rummaged around in the bedside table draw before finding a packet of little blue pills.

“I don't want you using my strap,” you said as you placed one between her drooling lips. “Go get water and come back to me.”

She hurried off to the kitchen and came back almost as soon as she’d left.

“Good.” You sat yourself on the edge of the bed, pulling her down onto her knees with the motion. You slowly stroke yourself again through your now saturated undergarments, teasing her, before taking them off and letting her begin.

Her tongue swirled around your swollen clit like she was savouring every second, occasionally pulling off of it with an obscene pop only to dive right back into your bush when you pushed the back of her head down. The rhythm was intoxicating, the power even more so. The person who had caused you so much fear and paranoia for months was now drooling at your feet obeying your every word. It was almost too much. Clearly, the pervert below you thought so too as she was clearly reaching for her own clit, beginning to visibly harden underneath those tight shorts.

“Ah- Don’t even think about it.”

She stiffened, putting her hand back down.

“You make me cum before you even think about yourself,” you warned her. “Remember our deal?”

She whined and hummed in acknowledgement as she continued sucking on your clit. Fuck, it felt so good. You threw your head back and let out a loud gasp. This obviously prompted her to step up her game, quickening her pace and bringing her hands up to your thighs. Climax was close, you could feel it building.

“I’m- Ah… fuck!”

Your hips bucked into her mouth as you came, startling her. You rode out the orgasm as she began to lick at your hole.

“Stand up,” you ordered, coming to your senses. Your stalker did exactly what she was told, struggling a little from being on the floor so long. Her clit strained against the fabric of her shorts just below your face, a large wet stain of precum plastered across the front. You began to slide her shorts down, revealing her hard clit. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“No panties? Seriously? Fucking whore,” you spat. She grinned and let out a small giggle.

Fuck that, you reached down and put half her clit in her mouth. She gasped and then hissed when you gently dragged your teeth along the shaft.

“Get on the bed and fuck me. I’m not returning the favour.”

You laid yourself down in a supine position, head comfortably cradled by the comically large pile of pillows. You were quite committed to not doing anything and just letting your stalker do all the work. After all, she was here to pleasure you.

Grasping your legs and pulling your hips up, she lined her crotch up with your entrance, rubbing her clit against the sheer amount of slick around your hole in hopes of lubricating herself a little more.

“Put it in,” you growled through gritted teeth, impatient as ever. You were not here to frot.

Your stalker frowned, her soft face pouting as she slowly entered you. She was much smaller and girthier than you were used to, but you didnt give a fuck. She had to use the tools she was given, not plastic and silicone belonging to you. She bottomed out with a gasp, adjusting to the feeling of your walls around her, before slowly sliding most of the way out.

“Don’t take your- mmpgh!” She thrust HARD, making you bite down a moan of pleasure.

She rutted roughly inside of you, something you could not get enough of. The pace was enough to drive you wild, barely able to talk.

“Good… good girl, keep going,” you managed to sputter out. This coherence wouldn't last long though as your ex adjusted the angle and thrust directly into your g-spot, rendering you unable to utter anything but moans and grunts and gasps.

“I’m-”

You’re cut off by one final thrust, releasing inside you and bringing you to completion also.

“Fuck,” she whispered breathlessly as she pulled out of you. She crawled toward the unoccupied area of bed next to you, flopping herself down. Attempting to reach toward you for a cuddle, she was quickly stopped by the sharp edge of your knife.

“What makes you think you deserve that? Do you not know how hellish you have made my life since you entered it?”

The post nut clarity had well and truly set in. Holy shit, you had just fucked your stalker. The stalker you had a restraining order against. The stalker you used to date before things got toxic. With no condom. What the fuck were you thinking?

Your eyes met a cold, dead stare.

“Clean yourself up and get out,” you tell her, rolling over onto your side, but making no effort to kick her out or threaten her. She did not move.

After ten minutes of silence, you muttered. “If you wanted this type of thing, you should’ve told me while we were together… or at least before stalking me because what the fuck is wrong with you.”

She chuckled, finally getting up and gathering her things. It was dark outside as she slipped out the door.