Urban's Game Night

Racing through the night-shrouded woods at top speed, leaping from branch to branch, Urban knew he was in trouble, at least for the moment. Shizuru was in one of her moods, the kind of mood that meant a lot of pain for anyone unlucky enough to be caught around her when she finally popped her top. Becoming a vampire hadn’t cooled her temper in the least, even though she typically had a chill wind following her, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t talk her down, knowing that for whatever reason, she was pissed off with him again; was it because of that horse cart incident with that Akira girl? Or that he had let her new plaything go after that? She had so many moods she went through, it was more than a little confusing. So, hoping to avoid a bit of trouble, he had done the best thing he could think of: he had tossed a flash bomb and ran like hell, ignoring her curses and screams that had chased him out the door.

That was a couple of miles behind him now, and though he was breathing hard, he was enjoying the night air, and decided that he was plenty far away by now. If she was going to chase him, she would’ve done it already. She was probably just tearing things up inside the house, or, more likely, had opened up a fresh tub of ice cream. Coming to a ridge near the edge of the woods, Urban hopped out of the trees, down atop the rocky outcropping overlooking a slow-moving river below. He crouched down, closing his eyes, breathing in the cool night air. A few days out in the wilderness would be good; it’d give him some time to clear his head, and give Shizuru time to calm down. Yeah, not a bad plan at all.

“Not a bad plan, huh? Did you really think I’d let you get away with dropping a FLASH BOMB on me?!”

Urban froze, pretty sure that he hadn’t said that last part out loud. Shizuru was only a couple of feet behind him, and her voice was venomous. Damn, that’s right…she had telepathy, too…He stood slowly, turning around with a smile. “No, of course I didn’t think that’d work…” Oh lord, her yellow eyes were pretty close to bursting into flame, and they were searing him to the bone. Her pants and shirt were scorched all over, no doubt due to the bomb.

Shizuru stalked forward, poking her finger in his chest, her claw digging in easily, painfully. She grinned, wide and fang-filled, at him, making Urban feel like a mouse in front of her, even though she was at least a foot shorter than him, her crimson hair waving in a cold breeze that was far from natural, flicking her hair like a flame. “You are in serious need of some education on just how this relationship is going to work. If you want to play games, then fine, we’ll play games. I’m in charge, and you’re my toy. There, those are the rules. Don’t like them? I don’t give a damn! This isn’t about you, it’s about me!”

All the while she had been yelling at him, she had been backing him toward the edge of the cliff, Urban stuttering to get a word in, but failing under her onslaught. With the cliff edge breaking off in small pebbles beneath his feet, Urban kept his claws sunk unto the stone as best he could, a stupid grin plastered on his face the whole time. God, this was going to be bad…

She grabbed his collar with her fingers, with more than enough strength to keep him in place, and twisted the soft leather, tightening the collar, choking him. “Oh, you have no idea just how bad it’ll be; but I guess it might be a little better for you if you obey me like a good little boy should. Say ‘I understand, Mistress; please let me be your bitch, Mistress,’ and I might just be a bit less angry.”

Urban’s hands wrapped around her wrist, clawing at her to no effect; whatever scratches he caused healed almost instantly, which only caused her to twist the collar more, cutting off what little air he was already getting. She was growling now, too. Damn it! “Okay, okay,” Urban wheezed, “you win!”

“What was that? I think you tried to say something, but you need to speak so I can understand.” Oh, she knew she had him; her smirk was all supreme confidence and arrogance now.

Gasping for breath, Urban closed his eyes, barring his teeth as he struggled to pull in enough air. She could be damn pushy sometimes… “I…urk…understand…Mistress! Please…let me…be…your…ack bitch…Mistress!”

“Good boy! You might just get a cookie if you keep this up. Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more entertaining, shall we?” Her iron grip didn’t slack at all as shadows expanded out from her, consuming the two of them in a rush of cold, like diving into a river in winter. Urban felt himself shifting through space, leaving him dazed and sick to the stomach. As the darkness faded and he felt the teleportation come to an end, he fell to his knees, gasping for air once Shizuru had released her grip. God, he hated it when she did that!

Not wasting a moment, Shizuru dug her foot into his back, claws digging into his flesh as she called upon another of her vampiric talents to pull her ‘devices’ from the wall across the room. Taking hold of Urban’s hair in one hand, her strength far beyond Urban’s, she jerked his head back, cramming a big, metal ring gag between his teeth and securing the red and black leather straps tightly behind his head and around his muzzle. Shoving his face to the floor, she jerked at his collar, pulling it and his nametag away before she ripped the shirt from his back; damn, not another one! Those shirts were starting to get expensive.

“Aww, can’t stand your crappy little shirts getting torn up? Poor baby!” Shizuru teased, grinding her claws into his back to push him facedown on the floor despite his growls of protest. Freaking mind reader! Shizuru chuckled to herself, straddling his back none too gently. Urban saw another piece of black leather gear fly from the storage racks, and the next moment Shizuru was placing it around his neck. The leather was stiff as she pulled the dual straps tight, forcing his chin up and his head straight. Her hands left his neck once the padlocks had clicked in place, leaving him painfully face down, resting on his chin, the posture collar having barely been on him a minute before it had started causing him pain.

“The next parts are gonna hurt a lot more, my little bitch-boy,” Shizuru purred, tickling his ears.

“Yuw know, uwhing elehahy akes ah fun oush of ish*,” Urban struggled around the ring, drool hitting the floor, and earning a sharp slap to his ass from her hand, making him yelp. (*Translation: You know, using telepathy takes the fun out of this.)

“You’re just jealous you can’t read my mind, pet. Remember, this is my game you’re playing now.” Knowing that it was useless to argue further, Urban let her take his hands behind his back with little struggle, not that it would have mattered, of course; she was a lot stronger than he was, after all. He heard metal jingling and rubbing against leather, and soon enough his hands were forced into thick bondage mittens, balled into fists, leaving his hands useless. Shizuru pulled the leather cuffs attached to the mittens tight, and locked them together at his back with a short bar between them.

She rotated on his back then, her tail falling over his head and dangling in front of his face, tickling his nose. He yelped in surprise when his pants suddenly tightened, but a split second later they ripped away, leaving him nude; Shizuru’s ability to move objects with her mind being put to good use, apparently. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this so much! You really couldn’t have any idea just how much, but I’ll give you permission to just try and imagine it. Remember when I said this next part would hurt? I wasn’t lying.” Shizuru’s mad cackling was probably the reason why Urban wasn’t beaten for thinking that she was way too full of herself.

He heard storage bin doors opening and stuff moving about, and then her hands were on one of his feet, giving a deceptively sensual massage with her fingers. It actually felt really good, and despite everything else, Urban began to purr; he should’ve known she was just teasing him before the real pain started.

In the next instant, he felt leather sliding over his foot and up his leg. It paused for a split second before it moved with a sudden, violent jerk. Urban’s eyes went wide as his foot erupted into intense pain. His body went stiff, and for a time he was unable to make a sound as the pain consumed every thought in his head. It felt like his foot had been crushed, his toes forced into a point that should have been impossible without the bones actually snapping.

“My little bitch have something he wants to say?” Shizuru taunted.

Urban’s brain finally unfroze, and he yowled in pain, thrashing wildly beneath Shizuru, though she didn’t budge, and didn’t let his foot go. Damn, it HURT! He tried desperately to free himself, but there was nothing he could do but writhe in agony; he even felt tears in his eyes.

“My, my, hurting a little, are we? And that’s just the first foot, bitch! Remember those pony boots you forced me to wear that time?! Well, here’s the payback!” Already howling in agony, Urban whimpered as the leather boot slid up his other foot, and cried out when it slammed down, crushing his foot in its unrelenting prison. Shizuru’s laughter filled his ears over his pained cries as she finally stood from his back. He felt a pair of leather cuffs slipping around his ankles, tightening themselves up.

Urban barely had time to suck in a pained breath before her fingers latched onto his scalp and pulled him up to his knees. Swaying unsteadily, he heard chains clinking above him, and though Shizuru had moved away, the locks on one of his cuffs popped open, and his arms were lifted over his head. Looking up through teary eyes, he watched as the lock reattached itself and a chain looped around the bar holding his mitten-covered hands, a new lock snapping on to keep him bound upright.

Shizuru was purring behind him, her hands tickling behind his ears. Even through the pain he was feeling in his feet, her touch was heavenly. “You can’t deny what you’re feeling pet. It hurts like hell, but you’re loving every second of it…and it’s only going to get better.” Her hands drifted downward, over his shoulders and down his back, stroking his tail. He heard her licking her lips, a bad feeling going down his spine; she wasn’t finished by far.

Shizuru moved back somewhat, fiddling with something else made of leather and metal. Urban felt it going around his stomach, and a glance, which is all he could do thanks to the posture collar, made him wince. It was a corset, black and outlined in red. Shizuru hummed happily as she adjusted it just so, holding it together with her hands for what seemed an eternity. Urban knew she was planning something cruel, and he could guess- “Argh!” he screamed, the buckles along the length of the corset all suddenly pulling together and tightening at the same time.

Shizuru planted her foot at the base of his spine, and pushed, the buckles tightening even further, squeezing his ribcage and the air from his lungs. “You’re looking better by the minute, my sweet little bitch boy.”

Gasping desperately for air, Urban jerked in his bonds, feeling as though he was being squeezed in half. There was no relief in the corset, not even enough to get half a breath, just as Shizuru had planned, no doubt. Her foot finally came off his back, leaving him dangling, gasping, in incredible pain…

Her purr was positively sadistic as she crouched behind him, her breasts pressing against his back, her arms hugging around him in a deceptively humane show of affection. She licked her lips as she inhaled his scent, then licked behind his ears. “I could become drunk on the pain coursing through you my pet…oh how tempted I am…but no, I must hold off. I do care more about you than to let you suffer without finding any sort of enjoyment, though. And besides, you’ll be all the more savory if you’re worked up and frustrated, hmm?”

Shaking his head what little he could manage, Urban whined again, eyes still squeezed shut against the pain. He jerked furiously with his bound hands when her fingers started massaging his nipples, making them rise. Shizuru was a pain freak through and through, and despite having voiced his opinions on piercings several times, Urban knew what she had in mind. The woman just wouldn’t listen! It was her way or nothing, just like it always had been.

“Do you seriously think that I would do something like that? Well, you’re right!” With a maniacal cackle, Shizuru pinched Urban’s hard nipples. He grunted, trying to kick at her ineffectually, and howled as something sharp and painful pierced through both nipples simultaneously. He felt the metal needles in his flesh, the trickle of blood escaping, and heard Shizuru purring hungrily behind him. “Almost done here now…” she purred, twisting the needles ever so slightly, making him squirm and groan. He felt the metal moving through his flesh, piercing all the way through and continuing until they slipped out the opposite side, clattering to the floor.

Shizuru quickly used her fingers and her telekinetic ability to slip rings through Urban’s nipples, being none to gentle about it. Very nearly howling, Urban jerked furiously at the bonds on his hands. He yelped a moment later when a sudden flash of heat went through the metal rings, though he thankfully didn’t smell burnt flesh or fur. Apparently, Shizuru had just fused the ends of the rings together. Breathing hard, he jerked back in surprise when she appeared in front of him, eyes narrowed seductively, a sly grin on her face; she wasn’t using her vampiric arts, so the sudden bulge between his legs was just the normal reaction to such a hot feline. Urban knew he was going to regret it immediately.

“Just one more, teensy-weensy little detail, and you’ll be all set for a nice, relaxing evening…” she rumbled, laying back on the floor, stretching her body in such a fluid way it seemed completely impossible. Her feet slid up Urban’s thighs, from the top of the boots, her claws just barely raking over the skin beneath his fur. Then her feet went right where he thought they would, to either side of his quickly hardening cock.

With one more lusty flutter of her eyes, Shizuru’s feet went to either side of Urban’s cock, undulating up and down the shaft with her toes. Urban moaned, shaking. Damn, it was so good! She never gave footjobs, to anyone! Ever! Despite the pain everywhere else, pure pleasure spread from Shizuru’s feet, right through his cock, very nearly making him forget about everything she had done to him so far. Moaning, he thrust his hips back and forth, savoring every second as he built toward what could be the best orgasm of his life.

Urban’s moans got louder, and he was harder than he ever thought possible. The orgasm was building, and he was sure he was going to explode all over the room. Yes, just a little more! Gods, Shizuru’s talents with her feet were beyond description! Right there, yes, yes YES!

“No,” Shizuru said, with a smug giggle. In that split second, Urban felt leather around his cock and balls, leather that instantly tightened to an agonizing level, around the base, the shaft, and right below the head. Urban yelped and whined, jerking, desperately trying to free himself. The strap around his balls went tighter still, choking off any hint of release he might have had. The sadistic bitch!

“Aren’t you just the flatterer? Do you honestly think that I’d leave you without any pleasure, my sweet little pet? I’m not that cruel,” she purred. Urban felt her fingers around his cock again, teasing him more. No, that wasn’t it! He felt tugging on his new nipple rings, and with a sharp jerk, the cord she had tied to his cock harness went taunt, then painfully so. She had the rings tied to the harness, so that every breath he made pulled them taut.

She ran her fingers behind his ears, purring as she did something else to his cock, stuffing something plastic down the top of one of his boots. With a click, he felt an intense vibration start against his cock, making him squirm. “Like I said, pet, I wouldn’t leave you without some kind of pleasure. I’m going out for a night with the girls, I think; I’ll be back by dawn of course,” she purred, stroking his cheek. “Have fun.” She laughed, that stuck up, bitchy laugh that he hated so much before he saw her disappear into the shadows, leaving him alone, in incredible pain.

Damn, he loved that tigress!