you hear the familiar tmp, tmp of heavy boots coming down the corridor and clinking of keys before he's at your door, peering through the bars at you with that signature sinister eye. once the door opens he puts his keys back on the loop on his sash, dark cloak hiding them once again, just barely out of reach.

"how's my favorite prisoner doing?" he asks. he's not looking at your face, instead, his eyes are laying heavy against your chest, suddenly reminding you of how bare you are, remembering his denial of any clothing on your person with a quick "criminals don't deserve clothes.” the scoff you send his way has his eyes meeting yours, evil glint present as ever.

"still not talking?" he questions, more rhetorical than anything. you drop your head to break his gaze, your eyes now trained on your bare feet that step on the dirty brick until his boots come into your field of vision. thin fingers dig into the meat of your face to regain eye contact.

"i've been patient, tried being nice," at this you laugh, "nice" was not a part of tsukkishima's character. his fingers dig deeper into your face causing you to wince. "but it seems you wanna do things the hard way." he states, pushing your head off his hand before stepping back slightly.

your eyes stay on him as he undoes the bow on the sash that covers his waist, eyes watching the way he opens his garment to reveal an array of floggers tied to a belt on his body. he catches the way your eyes widen, sneering at the panicked look on your face.

"we're gunna try something different today," he starts, hands coming to untie a decent sized flog. "we're gunna see..." he continues, stepping closer, with each word. "if this. will help. you talk." he smiles, face teasingly close to yours.

he steps back slightly with a sneer to drag the cool leather over your hands, letting you feel what you were about to get. without warning his hand reels back and a heavy whip smacks hard against the soft skin of your tummy, red blooming in tiny strips at the contact. your eyes widened and a choked gasp croaks out before you even know what's going on. another smack comes to your left breast before you can even think about how it hurts, then another to the right one, and another, and another, repeating the process on both as he watches how red and puffy your buds get under his hand.

He grips your face again to see the tears welling in your eyes, his own darkening at the sight of you. "well?" he asks, "feel like talking yet?".

as heavy handed and cruel as he was, you weren't planning on giving in this quick, no, that'd be too easy. you look at him defiantly before spitting directly on his cheek, to which he closes his eyes and drops his head, a dark chuckle filling your ears.

his hand drops from your face to wipe at your spit, face now overcome with something darker, hungrier. his spit covered palm reels the flog back and smacks against your bare pussy, hard.

"fff'aaah!' you cry, legs buckling under you as the sting sets in, he's relentless though, landing smack after smack on your poor cunny till it's red and puffy like your chest, tears now flowing freely down your face. your wrists thrash in their wooden jail, eyebrows knit tightly together as his hand keeps going.

your heavy breathing is all that's heard as you see him drop the flog. watching as it lays on the ground. he catches the way you look back up at him, face red and teary in a silent plea for mercy. Unfortunately, he opens the robe once more to reach for a slightly bigger flog, this one looking heavier than the last.

his hand reaches over to grab at the hair at your scalp to force your look up, a cry leaving you as your neck strains in the confines.

"think you can spit on me and get away with it? i was being easy on you earlier, was gunna stop after a few but you asked for this." he spits, hacking an awful sound from the back of this throat to spit back in your face.

your body tenses as you watch him move out of your sight behind you, panic setting in. With no warning, he lands the first hard smack on the bouncy flesh of your ass.

"ah!" you cry, flog landing relentlessly at your supple skin. He gives your ass a break as he drops the flog to smack at the backs of your thighs, more pained sobs coming from you. he switches his movements up and has the flog coming to smack your puffy cunt, earning a moan from you, which surprises you both.

he halts his movements and pauses for just a second before landing another smack to your sex, pulling another moan from you.

"are you... enjoying this?" he asks, curiosity filling his tone though aimed for condescension.

you don't answer, heavy breathing and sniffling filling the air. at your lack of response he lets the flog drop as he bends down behind you, fingers coming to spread the fat of your ass to peek at your holes -soaked.

"you're disgusting" he chuckles, but you can hear the pull in his voice. you squeal when his fingers come down to spread the lips of your pussy open as he curses under his breath at how it glistens. "you're soaked," he states, fingers running over your folds to collect your arousal before straightening back up to bend over your body, he reaches his hand over the pillory to shove his fingers in your mouth. your eyes widen at the intrusion but also at the feeling of something hard pressing into your ass -and not the flogs.

"taste. taste how fucking wet you are from me hitting you. you're fucking filthy."

choked sounds come from you as he shoves his long fingers in your mouth without care. he pulls them out and smears the spit all over your face ante landing a heavy tap against your cheek, a whine leaving you.

“shut up," he mutters, coming back to crouch at eye level with your holes. you hear sounds of clothes hitting the floor and then big hands coming up to spread your pussy once more. another embarrassed whine leaves you as you shift in your restraints. a breathy "h'oh" and a squeak from the pillory echos as your captor blows cool air directly on your clit, your tiny opening squeezing around nothing as more slick is pushed out.

without warning you feel two lithe fingers easily make their way into your cunt, courtesy of your mess, an automatic squeeze and shudder on your end pulls a mirthy huff from behind you. tsukishima has to swallow a groan at how tight and hot your insides feel flexing around him, heavy cock twitching in response

his fingers give a testing curl you and effortlessly hit your angel spot with their length, the reaction immediate as your muscle squeezes around him tighter than before and a high "mnn'ah!" leaves you. callous fingers adopt a relentless pace inside you as he batters into your spot, bringing you to your high faster than both of you had thought.

your body was still buzzed from the incessant flogging and now from his ministrations, your mouth opened in a silent scream while a third finger is introduced. the stretch is enough to make you shake as the heat in your stomach winds toward its breaking point, something unfamiliar building.

"f-fe- feels weird -nghh! i dont- i th-" you choke out, wrist rubbing raw against the wood, "i'm gunna p-pee! ple-" you're cut off by a large hand coming over your mouth, a "tch" heard from behind you as he stands to his full height for a better grip on your face. you scream into his palm as the coil finally snaps, cum shooting out of you and all down his wrist. his movements don't stop, fingers pulling out of you to rub your twitching clit he had left ignored, spraying cum everywhere and all over the both of you. the pillory squeaks with your shaking, muffled screams of never before felt pleasure die in his hand, drool collecting on the inside while tears roll down your face.

both hands leave your body and you're gasping for breath, legs still twitching from the aftershocks as you let your head hang, exhausted. your ears ring from the intensity and you feel yourself continue to squeeze around nothing, your eyes catch the mess you made on the floor and you become aware of the residue from your orgasm continuing to drip down your legs.

in all honesty you'd forgotten about the man in the room with you for a second before a spank to your puffy pussy has you squealing. his boots come into your line of view again, pale hand carding itself in your hair to force eye contact once more. he's met with your fucked out face and pupil blown wide, red tint over your cheeks as tears continue falling and mixing with your drool.

He’s thankful for the mess you made on his cloak, hiding the wet spot that's started to grow on his pants from his neglected cock.

"you got me dirty." he spits, face coming down to mere inches from yours, a pink hue across his own cheeks. he leans in to whisper in your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin, "now i'm gunna get you dirty."

before you have time to even process what he said he drops your head once more, boots leaving your field of vision as he takes his place behind you again. once the ringing in your ears subside you can hear him pulling his shirt off and fiddling with the knot on his pants, undoing his belt and letting them pool around his ankles. his cock twitches eagerly when finally freed, tip red and swollen with pearls of clear running down the length of it. he gives himself a few tugs as he shuffles closer to you, indifferent facade cracking as you hear how ragged his breaths are without even touching you.

the same large hands you've grown familiar to find themselves on your hips as he presses himself against your skin, one hand coming to maneuver his cock under you and rub between your engorged lips. he catches your clit with his tip a few times and you whine, trying to move away from the stimulation. "don't run." he warns, a hard spank coming down on your bottom.

he reels his body back a bit to line himself up with your hole, scoffing at the way you try sucking him in, "greedy. my filthy prisoner still wants more? hmm?" he asks rhetorically. he pushes the tip in ever so slightly and you both groan, his grip on your hips tightening as he speaks again, voice an octave lower, "i'll give you more".

with that he bottoms out in one harsh thrust, fighting the urge to cum right then and there at the noise you let out and the erratic squeezing of your walls. he rocks his hips experimentally as he grounds himself, stilling for only a moment before starting a brutal tempo. the force of his hips so strong he lifts your body up off the ground until you're barely able to stand on your tippy toes, the entire pillory rocking with you both. he sneaks a hand under chest to tug and tweak meanly at your nipples, still red from earlier. your mewls only fueling his relentless abuse of your body.

"you keep clenching," he gruffs out, voice strained, "d'you hear that?" his question punctuated with a particularly hard thrust, " the sound of skin clapping against skin fuels your embarrassment as you realize he's talking about how loud your pussy's being, squelching and sucking lewdly. your eyes squeeze shut and you shake your head as if that'd be enough to brush him off.

"not talking?" he tuts, fingers leaving your nipples to come back to your ass, his hands spread your cheeks apart almost painfully and you flinch when you feel a thick wad of spit coming down on your unused hole. "maybe you'll talk if i play in here?" he taunts, mean finger rubbing over your puckered skin.

your body tenses up at this, panic laced in your voice "n-no! not t-there! n-ahh!". he cuts you off again with one of his fingers slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscle, your pussy squeezing impossibly tighter around him as he gets to the first knuckle deep in your ass, a dark laugh bubbling in his chest at how you push your hips back to meet his despite your desperate protests.

"fuck... fuck! you keep getting tighter, i can hardly pull out anymore," he groans, "i knew you'd like this." his voice is breathy as his thrusts getting sloppier. your high "ah ah ah!"'s chime in his ears as he feels you getting closer.

"m gunna.. g- gunna," you gasp, "gunna cum!" you whine, the last word drawn out wantonly. his pace is desperate as he fucks you through your high, cum splashing all over his balls and thighs as the force of your orgasm nearly pushes him entirely out of your pussy. the grip on your waist is bruising as he's only a few thrusts behind when he finally cums with a loud and pained groan, body hunching over with his head resting on your back while he continues to fuck both of you into overstimulation, cock twitching while loads of hot cum start filling you up.

you stay like that for a while as you both catch your breaths, bodies sweaty and heaving from exhaustion. he straightens back up to pull his softening cock out of you, a spent sob leaving your body at the friction while continuing to clench around him erratically. he hisses when he finally pulls out, cum coated dick falling between his legs as he spreads you open to watch in awe the way you push his cum out, the mess on the floor growing by the second.

in a haze he brings his face down to slurp his creampie out, your screams of "no! no! too much s'too much!" falling deaf on his ears as he uses muscled arms to keep your hips in place, only pulling off when he deems enough cum sucked out. he makes his way in front of you again, his fucked out face crouching in front of yours to pull you into a uncoordinated kiss by the jaw, you start to sputter when you realize he's pushing the cum he ate out of you back into your mouth with his tongue.

when he finally pulls away -reluctantly at that, he suppresses a smirk at how you try and follow his lips, his pupils just as blown as yours as they burn into you. "swallow." he orders between breaths, only letting go of your face when he sees your throat bob with his command.

"open", it comes out uncharacteristically softer than both of you expect, but you listen nonetheless. shiny puffy lips parting to reveal the present he gave you had been swallowed. he can't help the smile that comes from your obedience. is this what he had to do to get you to listen?

he offers a hushed "good." with a soft tap at your cheek. he makes his way behind you as he wipes himself off, pulling his pants back up and grabbing his robe off the floor, dusting it off a bit before putting it back on. you're too fucked out to notice him making his way toward the locked door again, attention only falling on him when he speaks.