the consequence
Title: the consequence
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: girl!tom sykes/sam carter
Summary: tom breaks her rules and has to suffer the consequence.
Warnings: potty mouth, heavy bdsm, forced orgasm, plenty of implied kinkiness, sam being really fucking angry
Disclaimer: i'm a compulsive liar, actually. if you got here by googling yourself, run away while you still can. don't own, don't sue.
Dedications: loppydum and shadow-hive
Author Notes: ashley wanted more dom!sam. so i kind of tweaked the plot of a dan/nicholls fic stuie did for me here (which shares the same title) and this happened. there's no actually penetration so i guess it doesn't need to be nc-17 strictly speaking but i feel like it is. idk man. it's dirty. title belongs to you me at six i guess, but the cut text definitely does. ok.
“Get the fuck up,” Sam shouts, kicking the corner of Tom's cage. She jerks awake, eyes wide and alarmed. Usually Sam woke her up in a much more polite way (by doing his morning piss on her, to be exact), but today she can tell Sam is angry. Sam is definitely angry.
“I said get the fuck up!” Sam repeats, kicking the cage again. Tom quickly gets on his knees, facing the door of the cage, waiting for Sam to unlock it. When he does and she crawls out, he slaps her hard in the face and she loses her balance and kind of falls over on the floor. “Why the fuck did I wake up with a text message from your brother?”
Tom keeps her eyes turned up to him, wide and pooling. Sam sighs.
“Fine, if you're not going to cooperate,” he mumbles, trudging over to the opposite side of the room. He opens the closet, pulls out his favourite - Tom's least-favourite - paddle. He can see her eyes widen from across the room.
“Are you going to talk now?” Sam asks, raising his eyebrows. He sees Tom's lips tense, like she's considering it to avoid the impending beating, but she shakes her head. Sam's eyebrows fall right back down again and he glares at her. “All fours. Right now.”
Tom does as Sam instructs and he goes back over to where she's positioned on her hands and knees with her face looking down at the floor. Sam lifts her chin with the toe of his shoe.
“I'm going to give you one more chance,” he says calmly. “If you tell me what you did, I won't go as hard on you. But if you don't tell me or if you lie to me, you're going to be sorry you did. Okay?” Tom nods. “Okay. Are you going to tell me? You can speak.”
“I sucked Oli's dick,” she admits, her voice cracking. She doesn't speak very often, so when she does it comes out weakly.
“And?” Sam asks, lifting her head further with the paddle.
“And Nicholls',” Tom murmurs. “And Vegan's, and...”
“And?” Sam repeats, and Tom flinches at the razor edge in his voice.
“I fucked Oli every night.”
“You're not telling me the truth,” Sam says. He hits the underside of her chin lightly with the paddle. “Spit it out, bitch.”
“That's the truth,” Tom insists.
“That's not what your brother told me,” Sam says. He slaps her cheek with the paddle. “Fucking tell me, you stupid-”
“I was the tour slut, okay,” Tom says loudly. Sam lurches down, grabs Tom's hair so tight that her eyes water, and he leans his lips close to her ear.
“Don't you ever fucking interrupt me, cunt,” Sam hisses, “even if I've given you permission to speak. You're going to get the gag now.”
Tom whimpers as Sam throws her head into the floor and Sam goes back to the closet, where he retrieves a ball gag. Sam particularly likes this one because it has bite marks in it from past uses. He pushes it far back in her mouth, almost making her choke on it, and fastens it tight around her head.
“Alright,” Sam says. “Now I'm going to tell you what Oliver told me, and I will tell you what the consequences for your actions are going to be. Got it?” Tom nods, teeth digging into the rubber. “Okay. Oliver told me you regularly fucked everyone and were a complete cockslut for the entire tour. Is this true?” Tom closes her eyes and nods weakly. “Look at me when you nod.” Tom looks back up and nods again. Sam sighs.
“Now, I instructed you not to do that, explicitly,” he says absently, wandering back over to the closet. He ponders a few devices hanging from the hooks on the door. “Yet you went on and did those things anyway. You are mine; you know that. In the rawest sense, you belong to me.” Sam turns around to look at her trembling frame. “Whose cunt is that between your legs?” Tom makes a weak noise behind the gag in response. “Right, bitch. Mine,” Sam says firmly, and he finally chooses a toy.
He takes it back to the other side of the room, not letting Tom see what he's picked. He forces it into her cunt without warning and she makes a pained noise. It's the largest dildo Sam could possibly find. She could hardly take it all wet and since she hadn't been turned on at all it hurt even worse. Sam figures she deserves it. He picks the paddle up off the bed.
“Now you don't ever take another cock without my permission first,” Sam says, beating her hard across the ass. She whimpers. “If I catch you again,” he continues, hitting her again, “you're not getting food and you'll be sleeping in your own shit.” He gives her a smack right below her ass at the top of her thighs. “This cunt is mine, whore,” Sam says, hitting her square in the ass where the dildo is sunk into her cunt and he pounds it further into her and she screams behind the gag. “That's right, fucking cry,” Sam growls, and he just lets loose.
He keeps beating her ass until it's dark red, bruising visibly already. Once he's finished there, he beats her thighs and even gives her a few good hits on the back.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Sam asks Tom, lifting her head again. Her eyes are leaking tears and she doesn't say anything. He slaps her. “I asked you a question.” She nods quickly. “See, I don't think you have.” Sam ponders it for a moment before he stands up.
Tom watches him suspiciously. He pulls the dildo out of her and she relaxes a bit at that, but then he's digging in the drawer and Tom knows what's in the drawer. Sam pulls out his highest powered vibrator. It's so high power that it actually has to plug into the wall. Sam gets it all plugged in and he looks at her.
“Get on the bed,” he orders. “You know what to do.”
Tom crawls up onto the bed. She extends each arm and leg toward the corners of the bed and Sam fastens each of her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. He has cuffs there specifically for this purpose. Once she's fastened down and Sam starts up the vibrator, he crawls onto the edge of the bed and pins the vibrator against her clit.
Tom screams behind her gag.
“You wanted to get off on all that sex you had,” Sam says, “so now you're going to have orgasms for all those people you fucked.”
Tom counts it up in her head. Oh, fuck.
Tom writhes under her restraints, her cunt actually hurting from the intensity of the vibrations. She takes all of about a minute to come, moaning and biting down on her ball gag, but Sam never moves the vibrator. He keeps it pressed tight to her clit, forcing her to keep coming, over and over. It takes her longer and longer to orgasm after each one, and Sam probably keeps the vibrator on her for a solid forty-five minutes. She doesn't stop screaming and moaning the entire time, either from the pain of her forced orgasms or the pleasure of them.
Once Sam has counted thirteen separate orgasms, he finally lifts the vibrator from her clit. She groans in relief as he winds the vibrator's cord back up and he stores it away, along with the dildo. He admires her tits for a moment, flicking her nipple then tugging absently at it before looking her over. There's a dark spot on the sheets from all of her cum. Sam smiles. He's done well.
“You'll stay here for the day,” he says. “You'll sleep in the cage with no pillow for a week, on the bars, and once you've proved to me that you're going to be an obedient slut then I will give you your pillow back. Understand?” Tom nods. Sam nods back. “I'll be back,” he says, and he leaves to go make some tea.
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: girl!tom sykes/sam carter
Summary: tom breaks her rules and has to suffer the consequence.
Warnings: potty mouth, heavy bdsm, forced orgasm, plenty of implied kinkiness, sam being really fucking angry
Disclaimer: i'm a compulsive liar, actually. if you got here by googling yourself, run away while you still can. don't own, don't sue.
Dedications: loppydum and shadow-hive
Author Notes: ashley wanted more dom!sam. so i kind of tweaked the plot of a dan/nicholls fic stuie did for me here (which shares the same title) and this happened. there's no actually penetration so i guess it doesn't need to be nc-17 strictly speaking but i feel like it is. idk man. it's dirty. title belongs to you me at six i guess, but the cut text definitely does. ok.
“Get the fuck up,” Sam shouts, kicking the corner of Tom's cage. She jerks awake, eyes wide and alarmed. Usually Sam woke her up in a much more polite way (by doing his morning piss on her, to be exact), but today she can tell Sam is angry. Sam is definitely angry.
“I said get the fuck up!” Sam repeats, kicking the cage again. Tom quickly gets on his knees, facing the door of the cage, waiting for Sam to unlock it. When he does and she crawls out, he slaps her hard in the face and she loses her balance and kind of falls over on the floor. “Why the fuck did I wake up with a text message from your brother?”
Tom keeps her eyes turned up to him, wide and pooling. Sam sighs.
“Fine, if you're not going to cooperate,” he mumbles, trudging over to the opposite side of the room. He opens the closet, pulls out his favourite - Tom's least-favourite - paddle. He can see her eyes widen from across the room.
“Are you going to talk now?” Sam asks, raising his eyebrows. He sees Tom's lips tense, like she's considering it to avoid the impending beating, but she shakes her head. Sam's eyebrows fall right back down again and he glares at her. “All fours. Right now.”
Tom does as Sam instructs and he goes back over to where she's positioned on her hands and knees with her face looking down at the floor. Sam lifts her chin with the toe of his shoe.
“I'm going to give you one more chance,” he says calmly. “If you tell me what you did, I won't go as hard on you. But if you don't tell me or if you lie to me, you're going to be sorry you did. Okay?” Tom nods. “Okay. Are you going to tell me? You can speak.”
“I sucked Oli's dick,” she admits, her voice cracking. She doesn't speak very often, so when she does it comes out weakly.
“And?” Sam asks, lifting her head further with the paddle.
“And Nicholls',” Tom murmurs. “And Vegan's, and...”
“And?” Sam repeats, and Tom flinches at the razor edge in his voice.
“I fucked Oli every night.”
“You're not telling me the truth,” Sam says. He hits the underside of her chin lightly with the paddle. “Spit it out, bitch.”
“That's the truth,” Tom insists.
“That's not what your brother told me,” Sam says. He slaps her cheek with the paddle. “Fucking tell me, you stupid-”
“I was the tour slut, okay,” Tom says loudly. Sam lurches down, grabs Tom's hair so tight that her eyes water, and he leans his lips close to her ear.
“Don't you ever fucking interrupt me, cunt,” Sam hisses, “even if I've given you permission to speak. You're going to get the gag now.”
Tom whimpers as Sam throws her head into the floor and Sam goes back to the closet, where he retrieves a ball gag. Sam particularly likes this one because it has bite marks in it from past uses. He pushes it far back in her mouth, almost making her choke on it, and fastens it tight around her head.
“Alright,” Sam says. “Now I'm going to tell you what Oliver told me, and I will tell you what the consequences for your actions are going to be. Got it?” Tom nods, teeth digging into the rubber. “Okay. Oliver told me you regularly fucked everyone and were a complete cockslut for the entire tour. Is this true?” Tom closes her eyes and nods weakly. “Look at me when you nod.” Tom looks back up and nods again. Sam sighs.
“Now, I instructed you not to do that, explicitly,” he says absently, wandering back over to the closet. He ponders a few devices hanging from the hooks on the door. “Yet you went on and did those things anyway. You are mine; you know that. In the rawest sense, you belong to me.” Sam turns around to look at her trembling frame. “Whose cunt is that between your legs?” Tom makes a weak noise behind the gag in response. “Right, bitch. Mine,” Sam says firmly, and he finally chooses a toy.
He takes it back to the other side of the room, not letting Tom see what he's picked. He forces it into her cunt without warning and she makes a pained noise. It's the largest dildo Sam could possibly find. She could hardly take it all wet and since she hadn't been turned on at all it hurt even worse. Sam figures she deserves it. He picks the paddle up off the bed.
“Now you don't ever take another cock without my permission first,” Sam says, beating her hard across the ass. She whimpers. “If I catch you again,” he continues, hitting her again, “you're not getting food and you'll be sleeping in your own shit.” He gives her a smack right below her ass at the top of her thighs. “This cunt is mine, whore,” Sam says, hitting her square in the ass where the dildo is sunk into her cunt and he pounds it further into her and she screams behind the gag. “That's right, fucking cry,” Sam growls, and he just lets loose.
He keeps beating her ass until it's dark red, bruising visibly already. Once he's finished there, he beats her thighs and even gives her a few good hits on the back.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Sam asks Tom, lifting her head again. Her eyes are leaking tears and she doesn't say anything. He slaps her. “I asked you a question.” She nods quickly. “See, I don't think you have.” Sam ponders it for a moment before he stands up.
Tom watches him suspiciously. He pulls the dildo out of her and she relaxes a bit at that, but then he's digging in the drawer and Tom knows what's in the drawer. Sam pulls out his highest powered vibrator. It's so high power that it actually has to plug into the wall. Sam gets it all plugged in and he looks at her.
“Get on the bed,” he orders. “You know what to do.”
Tom crawls up onto the bed. She extends each arm and leg toward the corners of the bed and Sam fastens each of her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. He has cuffs there specifically for this purpose. Once she's fastened down and Sam starts up the vibrator, he crawls onto the edge of the bed and pins the vibrator against her clit.
Tom screams behind her gag.
“You wanted to get off on all that sex you had,” Sam says, “so now you're going to have orgasms for all those people you fucked.”
Tom counts it up in her head. Oh, fuck.
Tom writhes under her restraints, her cunt actually hurting from the intensity of the vibrations. She takes all of about a minute to come, moaning and biting down on her ball gag, but Sam never moves the vibrator. He keeps it pressed tight to her clit, forcing her to keep coming, over and over. It takes her longer and longer to orgasm after each one, and Sam probably keeps the vibrator on her for a solid forty-five minutes. She doesn't stop screaming and moaning the entire time, either from the pain of her forced orgasms or the pleasure of them.
Once Sam has counted thirteen separate orgasms, he finally lifts the vibrator from her clit. She groans in relief as he winds the vibrator's cord back up and he stores it away, along with the dildo. He admires her tits for a moment, flicking her nipple then tugging absently at it before looking her over. There's a dark spot on the sheets from all of her cum. Sam smiles. He's done well.
“You'll stay here for the day,” he says. “You'll sleep in the cage with no pillow for a week, on the bars, and once you've proved to me that you're going to be an obedient slut then I will give you your pillow back. Understand?” Tom nods. Sam nods back. “I'll be back,” he says, and he leaves to go make some tea.