Fully Charged
Title: Fully Charged
Fandom: Metal Gear Solid - Twin Snakes
Characters/Pairings: Ocelot/Snake + Meryl
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2879
Disclaimer: I do not own MGS or any of its characters.
Warnings/Notes: Written for the MGS kink thread over here. I've tried to weave this in with the torture scene and to a level, the cutscenes. (Or at least heavily referencing them.) Was working with Twin Snake version at the time. Warnings for bondage, CBT/general torture and electricity play. This was written well over a year ago (and I still can't believe I'm posting it).
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“Well, shall we begin?”
Steeling himself for the shock wasn't enough for when it came, the raw energy of electricity overwhelming every single muscle in Snake's body. Sparks cracked in the air around him as the current raced through his muscles, the burst making every fibre twitch and contract despite his attempts to will against it. Before he was able to stop it, a strangled scream of pain forced its way out of his chest, dying along with the current passing through his body. As steam rose with a hiss, Snake slumped in the restraints, hovering at the edge of conciousness.
The darkness of his own eyelids shuttered away to the cold white glare of the overhead lamps. Machinery whirred in the background as Snake rushed to regain his senses, the sound of approaching footsteps bringing him to full alertness in a matter of seconds. Even as his own chest heaved to draw in air, and his heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst from his ribcage, he could still pick up on the slightest of sounds. Muscles still twitched from the after-effects of the last electric shock that had run through him and white sparks danced in front of his eyes despite his attempts to will them away.
Snake looked over to Ocelot, whose face appeared as impassive as ever as he raised the bandaged stump of his lost hand; he hadn't been without it long enough to lose the affectation.
“Had enough?” There was a long pause as Snake looked up at him, eyes conveying utter composure despite the torment his body was undergoing. Taking a step back, Ocelot shook his head and lowered his arm as he stepped around the platform. “I told you it was a nice bed.”
“I can see that.” Hoarse, even deadpan, Snake's voice still bore a tone of faint dark amusement. “Or feel it, rather. You got yourself some special toys here.”
“You haven't seen nothin' yet.” By now, Ocelot had moved out of view, despite Snake's attempt keep him within his vision. It was tempting to ask, he wasn't sure he wanted to find out what the sadistic bastard was up to right now. A more sensible side to him pointed out it was probably a good time to try and concentrate on rebuilding the mental defences that had so nearly crumbled.
Closing his eyes from the penetrating glare of light, Snake listened, waiting for his tormentor to start moving before he opened them again. This time Ocelot had approached closer than at any point before, allowing Snake to make out the fine lines on his face and stare directly into a pair of uncaring eyes. Sadist or not, Ocelot wasn't letting anything show through, and Snake had no means of telling whether he was enjoying this on any level.
This time, he raised his left arm. Ocelot had to look down as he started to pull on the belt strap, fingers fumbling to pull it free. For a few seconds, Snake found himself more amused by the clumsiness than actually releasing the implication of the action.
Ocelot was trying to get into his trousers.
“What are you doing?” In the binds, Snake had little room to edge away from the hand that was working his top button open, and he only ended pressed up to the hard surface of the bed raised behind him.
“I'm going to show you some of the nicer features.” Came a casual reply, which was followed a few seconds later by a halting hiss of his zipper being pulled down in increments.
“...Why...?” Turning his head to the side as his trousers and underwear were unceremoniously yanked down with asymmetric pulls, Snake jerked away, the action his body's own natural reaction to the unwanted exposure. “Why does that require my damn pants to be down?!”
“I can put them back if you like.”
Perhaps Ocelot's tone was a little too professional for this. The emotionless tone only served to make it all the more humiliating. There was a clatter of metal as he retrieved something, the new noise catching Snake's attention once more.
“What are you going to do...?” Forcing himself to put the question in a demanding tone, Snake tried to get a better view of what Ocelot was holding, but the flash of metal and a tangle of wires was of little meaning to him. All he knew was that it was related to the contents of his pants, and that only worsened the heavy feeling of dread growing in the pit of his stomach.
His question received no verbal response from Ocelot this time, but was answered with the kiss of cool metal against the tip of his cock, a small amount of lubricant making it slip against his skin. As first, he tried to keen away from it, but Ocelot was persistent, and soon he felt the uncomfortable pinch of a second loop.
“Did you learn this from the French as well?” Snake growled out as a second loop was positioned further up the shaft, the tightness causing a similar discomfort. It didn't take a genius to see where this was going. The mere idea of high voltages being run through that particular part of his anatomy made a very human, and very male, part of him want to squeeze his knees together. “I'm never watching a French film again after this.”
“I'd say it was a collaborative effort.”
“What, with Matsunaga?”
The gleaming lens of a surveillance camera peered in from the ceiling, watching them without reaction. Further down the wire however, there was a more invested party.
Transfixed on the screen in front of her, Meryl had been unable to tear her eyes away as she watched the first round of current blast into Snake's body. After his body jerked and twitched under the current she felt her heart sink with dread when he slumped down in the bonds. She'd heard Ocelot. If Snake couldn't withstand this, he'd come to this room for her.
A wave of guilt washed through her after that thought. It was pathetic to dread her own future when Snake's own torment was being performed right before her eyes. She shouldn't care either way about how the consequence affected her as long as Snake was able to make it through this.
With renewed resolution, she transfixed her gaze on the screen in front of her, determined to at least watch this through to the end. Somehow it felt as though she could give the soldier a degree of support if she did, willing him to resist the shocks for the sake of both their hides.
She watched in silence as Ocelot approached Snake onscreen, and moved around the machine, though she couldn't make out what he was actually up to from this viewing angle. Again he moved back around, and she felt a short burst of annoyance at the poor quality of her viewpoint. A few seconds later however, the jerking movements of Ocelot's arm- combined with his debacle with the gun, she was getting the impression that he probably wasn't left-handed- and Snake's rather blunt question made it clear what the torturer was up to.
When Ocelot moved aside again, he left Snake's open zip in full view of the camera. Meryl only got a short glimpse before turning her face away from the screen; it really wasn't something she wanted to see.
“Watch it.” A masked guard extended his rifle, firmly pushing Meryl's face back into place with the side of the barrel.
Deciding against resisting the guard, not really being in the position to do so anyway, Meryl looked back at the screen.
Back in the torture room, Ocelot had more features to show Snake. A smooth band had been slipped over his balls, drawing them away from his body. It put an unyielding pressure on him, and was becoming painful, the stretching making him felt almost weighed down.
“Seems...pointless to go to such efforts...” Snake remarked, his breath hitching as Ocelot gave the band an experimental tug down to check it was secure. Pain jolted through the lower half of his body at the action, ebbing down to a slow throb.
“You'll see just how effective this device is for yourself. You're strong enough to resist the mere surge of electricity.” Ocelot reached for the half fallen trousers, tugging them as far down as they'd go on Snake's spread legs. “This will be a true test of how human you are.”
“What's that supposed you mean? You seem to have a pretty good view of just how human I am.”
“Ha! I'm sure you'd like to think that.” There was the sound of rummaging, but Snake didn't want to see it this time. He stared ahead, looking at the control panel opposite. This explained why such a large control panel was needed for this contraption. It would be pretentious to require so many buttons just to electrocute a guy.
Snake's attempt to distract himself from the situation at hand was rendered useless when he felt the slippery stickiness of lubricant cling to the cleft of his ass. Something slick and narrow pushed into him, and from the cool feeling, he quickly figured out it was metal. The slim, probe-like shape wasn't painful, but it wasn't pleasant either. Flexing around the intrusion, he let out a soft grunt as his body tried to expel it, but Ocelot only pushed it deeper, making Snake's body momentarily twitch as the tip pushed up against his prostate.
The persistent pressure remained there as Ocelot moved away and started to pull up his trousers again. Although his body was still struggling against it, it didn't budge.
“What..?!” Snake hissed out the demand, on the verge of squirming as the pressure started to ignite arousal, his body acting wholly against his will.
“Let's see if your body is strong enough to tolerate this.” Ocelot pulled the trousers back into position over Snake's underwear, leaving the wires to sprout from his waist band. He managed to pull the zipper up- it was easier in the direction anyhow- but he didn't even attempt the button with the clumsy hand, just looping Snake's belt back into the buckle to secure it. “If you can't resist, you know what is going to happen.”
“Meryl...”
“Exactly.” Straightening up, Ocelot looked over Snake one more, checking the wires over before he turned away, returning to the control panel. His eyes remained cold, sterile, throughout, even when Snake's searching gaze met them, seeking weakness or explanation. “The decision is still in your hands.”
As Ocelot's hand reached down to the controls, Snake felt his body tense in preparation for surge. He had an intense awareness of the loops strangling his flesh.
There was a click from the panel. Snake jerked in his restraints, expecting another high voltage shock, but it didn't come. For a second, he though nothing was going to happen, until without warning, the metal probe discharged.
The current, far weaker than before, pulsed against his prostate, making his hips shudder and jerk involuntary as sensitive nerves were stimulated, the intense pleasure forcing him into an instant state of arousal. Blood pooled downwards, filling his cock until it strained against his trousers, pinned to his hip by the thick fabric. Taken by surprise by the shock, Snake only recognised the moan of pleasure he released as it echoed from the hard walls of the room. Cold light glared in his eyes the current ebbed away, leaving him with the beat of his own pulse and the sound of his own harsh breaths rattling out of tune.
When the pleasurable sensation faded away, his balls ached worse that before, and the loops around his cock squeezed him with a far more vicious bite.
“How did you like that? Shall we go again?”
A slurred grunt escaped Snake's lips as he hung in the restraints. Another click and a dull whir sounded behind him, followed by the crackle of sparks. Agony flooded his entire body as the electricity surged into him. The electrodes on his cock forced his attention on that part of his body as he felt the spike of pain and the sharp aching pleasure as all nerves were set alight. Screams filled the room, but to a keen listener, a low moan wove into the anguished noise.
Raw pleasure pulsed from deep within him as the probe inside him activated, sending his hips into convulsions. Without anything to thrust against, or into, he received no satisfaction. No warmth, no contact. His balls tried to draw up, but were restrained by the band and the weighed-down feeling only intensified into dull pain.
His scream died out, fading from hoarse to silence, and his body flopped back against the table. A twitch of his hips indicated a final pulse from the probe, curbing the aching of tormented muscles with a final burst of satisfaction.
Regarding Snake from the console with a calculating gaze, Ocelot ran his gloved fingers over the controls as he contemplated his next approach.
Before Snake had even started to catch his breath, the current flowed again. But this time, it wasn't an instant blast of agony up the length of his body. The loops around his cock started off with little more than a tingle, drawing his attention to the fact that they were just too tight, making him feel constricted. Steadily the current increased, stimulating Snake's cock to the edge of outright pain, yet just staying within the bounds of enjoyment. For a long burst, Ocelot just left it, leaving Snake to crumble under the unceasing beat of current until his hips rocked out into the air in front of him, pushing as far as they could reach into nothingness.
Snake let out a rasping breath when the electricity died away once more, finding it a struggle to resist squirming in the bonds. Now the sensations had halted, he found himself starting to crave the finale, purely out of the raw need for completion. The pressure of his balls trying to draw up against the thick loop only served to worsen that, making him feel tighter and more wound up than he'd ever been in his life. His heartbeat boomed in his ears, continuous and oppressive.
The need for release was entirely physical- he had no attraction to the sadistic bastard behind the panel, and he'd never willingly put himself in such a vulnerable position. That didn't make it any less unbearable; his body screamed out for it, rivalling the protest of tormented muscles. Knowing he had to resist it to keep Meryl alive only made the tension worse.
“Had enough yet? Oh we're not finished yet.”
Not giving Snake a chance to repress the after-effects of the last round, Ocelot turned the machine back up, the current far stronger this time around. For a fraction of a second, Snake was granted the pleasant sensation of the lower current pulsing both inside him, and up the shaft of his cock. The pleasure was fleeting, only a precursor to the burning agony of electricity sending his body into another round of convulsions.
The shock didn't let up so fast this time. Hoarse cries drowned out the whir of machinery as Snake felt the raw power consume his body, his nerves overflowing with it.
Pure agony and ecstasy mixed when his balls pulled up against the band, immeasurably heavy as the electricity forced his orgasm from him. He had no choice in the matter. Physical relief sent howls of pain rebounding from the walls. Snake's body twisted against the restraints, reduced to a shaking, heaving mess of muscle and nerves.
The machine powered down shortly after, leaving Snake gasping for breath in the restraints. Boots clicked on the hard floor to warn him of Ocelot's approach, though he didn't look up. Probably pass out if he did. The fact that he could feel the warmth of his damp underwear tacky against his hip wasn't encouraging either.
“You...you win.” Snake admitted, his voice quiet and reluctant. He knew when he was beat though. The evidence was seeping through his pants for a start.
“Had enough?” Ocelot regarded him with satisfaction with his own work. “So, you're human after all. The torture will stop as I promised. But I'll take the woman in return. I'll have my fun with her... before I kill her.”
“Meryl...!”
“I hope you can still look at yourself in the mirror, my friend.”
Turning on his heel, Ocelot raised his hand and beckoned the masked guards in. He chose not to watch as his victim was disconnected, though he did linger in the room to listen to the grunts of discomfort as the 'special features' were removed.
Not even regarding Snake was he was hauled from the room, Ocelot looked up to the camera. His eyes met the lens, knowing full well that there was a human face behind it. “Looks like I'll be seeing you now, missy.”
Fandom: Metal Gear Solid - Twin Snakes
Characters/Pairings: Ocelot/Snake + Meryl
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2879
Disclaimer: I do not own MGS or any of its characters.
Warnings/Notes: Written for the MGS kink thread over here. I've tried to weave this in with the torture scene and to a level, the cutscenes. (Or at least heavily referencing them.) Was working with Twin Snake version at the time. Warnings for bondage, CBT/general torture and electricity play. This was written well over a year ago (and I still can't believe I'm posting it).
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“Well, shall we begin?”
Steeling himself for the shock wasn't enough for when it came, the raw energy of electricity overwhelming every single muscle in Snake's body. Sparks cracked in the air around him as the current raced through his muscles, the burst making every fibre twitch and contract despite his attempts to will against it. Before he was able to stop it, a strangled scream of pain forced its way out of his chest, dying along with the current passing through his body. As steam rose with a hiss, Snake slumped in the restraints, hovering at the edge of conciousness.
The darkness of his own eyelids shuttered away to the cold white glare of the overhead lamps. Machinery whirred in the background as Snake rushed to regain his senses, the sound of approaching footsteps bringing him to full alertness in a matter of seconds. Even as his own chest heaved to draw in air, and his heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst from his ribcage, he could still pick up on the slightest of sounds. Muscles still twitched from the after-effects of the last electric shock that had run through him and white sparks danced in front of his eyes despite his attempts to will them away.
Snake looked over to Ocelot, whose face appeared as impassive as ever as he raised the bandaged stump of his lost hand; he hadn't been without it long enough to lose the affectation.
“Had enough?” There was a long pause as Snake looked up at him, eyes conveying utter composure despite the torment his body was undergoing. Taking a step back, Ocelot shook his head and lowered his arm as he stepped around the platform. “I told you it was a nice bed.”
“I can see that.” Hoarse, even deadpan, Snake's voice still bore a tone of faint dark amusement. “Or feel it, rather. You got yourself some special toys here.”
“You haven't seen nothin' yet.” By now, Ocelot had moved out of view, despite Snake's attempt keep him within his vision. It was tempting to ask, he wasn't sure he wanted to find out what the sadistic bastard was up to right now. A more sensible side to him pointed out it was probably a good time to try and concentrate on rebuilding the mental defences that had so nearly crumbled.
Closing his eyes from the penetrating glare of light, Snake listened, waiting for his tormentor to start moving before he opened them again. This time Ocelot had approached closer than at any point before, allowing Snake to make out the fine lines on his face and stare directly into a pair of uncaring eyes. Sadist or not, Ocelot wasn't letting anything show through, and Snake had no means of telling whether he was enjoying this on any level.
This time, he raised his left arm. Ocelot had to look down as he started to pull on the belt strap, fingers fumbling to pull it free. For a few seconds, Snake found himself more amused by the clumsiness than actually releasing the implication of the action.
Ocelot was trying to get into his trousers.
“What are you doing?” In the binds, Snake had little room to edge away from the hand that was working his top button open, and he only ended pressed up to the hard surface of the bed raised behind him.
“I'm going to show you some of the nicer features.” Came a casual reply, which was followed a few seconds later by a halting hiss of his zipper being pulled down in increments.
“...Why...?” Turning his head to the side as his trousers and underwear were unceremoniously yanked down with asymmetric pulls, Snake jerked away, the action his body's own natural reaction to the unwanted exposure. “Why does that require my damn pants to be down?!”
“I can put them back if you like.”
Perhaps Ocelot's tone was a little too professional for this. The emotionless tone only served to make it all the more humiliating. There was a clatter of metal as he retrieved something, the new noise catching Snake's attention once more.
“What are you going to do...?” Forcing himself to put the question in a demanding tone, Snake tried to get a better view of what Ocelot was holding, but the flash of metal and a tangle of wires was of little meaning to him. All he knew was that it was related to the contents of his pants, and that only worsened the heavy feeling of dread growing in the pit of his stomach.
His question received no verbal response from Ocelot this time, but was answered with the kiss of cool metal against the tip of his cock, a small amount of lubricant making it slip against his skin. As first, he tried to keen away from it, but Ocelot was persistent, and soon he felt the uncomfortable pinch of a second loop.
“Did you learn this from the French as well?” Snake growled out as a second loop was positioned further up the shaft, the tightness causing a similar discomfort. It didn't take a genius to see where this was going. The mere idea of high voltages being run through that particular part of his anatomy made a very human, and very male, part of him want to squeeze his knees together. “I'm never watching a French film again after this.”
“I'd say it was a collaborative effort.”
“What, with Matsunaga?”
The gleaming lens of a surveillance camera peered in from the ceiling, watching them without reaction. Further down the wire however, there was a more invested party.
Transfixed on the screen in front of her, Meryl had been unable to tear her eyes away as she watched the first round of current blast into Snake's body. After his body jerked and twitched under the current she felt her heart sink with dread when he slumped down in the bonds. She'd heard Ocelot. If Snake couldn't withstand this, he'd come to this room for her.
A wave of guilt washed through her after that thought. It was pathetic to dread her own future when Snake's own torment was being performed right before her eyes. She shouldn't care either way about how the consequence affected her as long as Snake was able to make it through this.
With renewed resolution, she transfixed her gaze on the screen in front of her, determined to at least watch this through to the end. Somehow it felt as though she could give the soldier a degree of support if she did, willing him to resist the shocks for the sake of both their hides.
She watched in silence as Ocelot approached Snake onscreen, and moved around the machine, though she couldn't make out what he was actually up to from this viewing angle. Again he moved back around, and she felt a short burst of annoyance at the poor quality of her viewpoint. A few seconds later however, the jerking movements of Ocelot's arm- combined with his debacle with the gun, she was getting the impression that he probably wasn't left-handed- and Snake's rather blunt question made it clear what the torturer was up to.
When Ocelot moved aside again, he left Snake's open zip in full view of the camera. Meryl only got a short glimpse before turning her face away from the screen; it really wasn't something she wanted to see.
“Watch it.” A masked guard extended his rifle, firmly pushing Meryl's face back into place with the side of the barrel.
Deciding against resisting the guard, not really being in the position to do so anyway, Meryl looked back at the screen.
Back in the torture room, Ocelot had more features to show Snake. A smooth band had been slipped over his balls, drawing them away from his body. It put an unyielding pressure on him, and was becoming painful, the stretching making him felt almost weighed down.
“Seems...pointless to go to such efforts...” Snake remarked, his breath hitching as Ocelot gave the band an experimental tug down to check it was secure. Pain jolted through the lower half of his body at the action, ebbing down to a slow throb.
“You'll see just how effective this device is for yourself. You're strong enough to resist the mere surge of electricity.” Ocelot reached for the half fallen trousers, tugging them as far down as they'd go on Snake's spread legs. “This will be a true test of how human you are.”
“What's that supposed you mean? You seem to have a pretty good view of just how human I am.”
“Ha! I'm sure you'd like to think that.” There was the sound of rummaging, but Snake didn't want to see it this time. He stared ahead, looking at the control panel opposite. This explained why such a large control panel was needed for this contraption. It would be pretentious to require so many buttons just to electrocute a guy.
Snake's attempt to distract himself from the situation at hand was rendered useless when he felt the slippery stickiness of lubricant cling to the cleft of his ass. Something slick and narrow pushed into him, and from the cool feeling, he quickly figured out it was metal. The slim, probe-like shape wasn't painful, but it wasn't pleasant either. Flexing around the intrusion, he let out a soft grunt as his body tried to expel it, but Ocelot only pushed it deeper, making Snake's body momentarily twitch as the tip pushed up against his prostate.
The persistent pressure remained there as Ocelot moved away and started to pull up his trousers again. Although his body was still struggling against it, it didn't budge.
“What..?!” Snake hissed out the demand, on the verge of squirming as the pressure started to ignite arousal, his body acting wholly against his will.
“Let's see if your body is strong enough to tolerate this.” Ocelot pulled the trousers back into position over Snake's underwear, leaving the wires to sprout from his waist band. He managed to pull the zipper up- it was easier in the direction anyhow- but he didn't even attempt the button with the clumsy hand, just looping Snake's belt back into the buckle to secure it. “If you can't resist, you know what is going to happen.”
“Meryl...”
“Exactly.” Straightening up, Ocelot looked over Snake one more, checking the wires over before he turned away, returning to the control panel. His eyes remained cold, sterile, throughout, even when Snake's searching gaze met them, seeking weakness or explanation. “The decision is still in your hands.”
As Ocelot's hand reached down to the controls, Snake felt his body tense in preparation for surge. He had an intense awareness of the loops strangling his flesh.
There was a click from the panel. Snake jerked in his restraints, expecting another high voltage shock, but it didn't come. For a second, he though nothing was going to happen, until without warning, the metal probe discharged.
The current, far weaker than before, pulsed against his prostate, making his hips shudder and jerk involuntary as sensitive nerves were stimulated, the intense pleasure forcing him into an instant state of arousal. Blood pooled downwards, filling his cock until it strained against his trousers, pinned to his hip by the thick fabric. Taken by surprise by the shock, Snake only recognised the moan of pleasure he released as it echoed from the hard walls of the room. Cold light glared in his eyes the current ebbed away, leaving him with the beat of his own pulse and the sound of his own harsh breaths rattling out of tune.
When the pleasurable sensation faded away, his balls ached worse that before, and the loops around his cock squeezed him with a far more vicious bite.
“How did you like that? Shall we go again?”
A slurred grunt escaped Snake's lips as he hung in the restraints. Another click and a dull whir sounded behind him, followed by the crackle of sparks. Agony flooded his entire body as the electricity surged into him. The electrodes on his cock forced his attention on that part of his body as he felt the spike of pain and the sharp aching pleasure as all nerves were set alight. Screams filled the room, but to a keen listener, a low moan wove into the anguished noise.
Raw pleasure pulsed from deep within him as the probe inside him activated, sending his hips into convulsions. Without anything to thrust against, or into, he received no satisfaction. No warmth, no contact. His balls tried to draw up, but were restrained by the band and the weighed-down feeling only intensified into dull pain.
His scream died out, fading from hoarse to silence, and his body flopped back against the table. A twitch of his hips indicated a final pulse from the probe, curbing the aching of tormented muscles with a final burst of satisfaction.
Regarding Snake from the console with a calculating gaze, Ocelot ran his gloved fingers over the controls as he contemplated his next approach.
Before Snake had even started to catch his breath, the current flowed again. But this time, it wasn't an instant blast of agony up the length of his body. The loops around his cock started off with little more than a tingle, drawing his attention to the fact that they were just too tight, making him feel constricted. Steadily the current increased, stimulating Snake's cock to the edge of outright pain, yet just staying within the bounds of enjoyment. For a long burst, Ocelot just left it, leaving Snake to crumble under the unceasing beat of current until his hips rocked out into the air in front of him, pushing as far as they could reach into nothingness.
Snake let out a rasping breath when the electricity died away once more, finding it a struggle to resist squirming in the bonds. Now the sensations had halted, he found himself starting to crave the finale, purely out of the raw need for completion. The pressure of his balls trying to draw up against the thick loop only served to worsen that, making him feel tighter and more wound up than he'd ever been in his life. His heartbeat boomed in his ears, continuous and oppressive.
The need for release was entirely physical- he had no attraction to the sadistic bastard behind the panel, and he'd never willingly put himself in such a vulnerable position. That didn't make it any less unbearable; his body screamed out for it, rivalling the protest of tormented muscles. Knowing he had to resist it to keep Meryl alive only made the tension worse.
“Had enough yet? Oh we're not finished yet.”
Not giving Snake a chance to repress the after-effects of the last round, Ocelot turned the machine back up, the current far stronger this time around. For a fraction of a second, Snake was granted the pleasant sensation of the lower current pulsing both inside him, and up the shaft of his cock. The pleasure was fleeting, only a precursor to the burning agony of electricity sending his body into another round of convulsions.
The shock didn't let up so fast this time. Hoarse cries drowned out the whir of machinery as Snake felt the raw power consume his body, his nerves overflowing with it.
Pure agony and ecstasy mixed when his balls pulled up against the band, immeasurably heavy as the electricity forced his orgasm from him. He had no choice in the matter. Physical relief sent howls of pain rebounding from the walls. Snake's body twisted against the restraints, reduced to a shaking, heaving mess of muscle and nerves.
The machine powered down shortly after, leaving Snake gasping for breath in the restraints. Boots clicked on the hard floor to warn him of Ocelot's approach, though he didn't look up. Probably pass out if he did. The fact that he could feel the warmth of his damp underwear tacky against his hip wasn't encouraging either.
“You...you win.” Snake admitted, his voice quiet and reluctant. He knew when he was beat though. The evidence was seeping through his pants for a start.
“Had enough?” Ocelot regarded him with satisfaction with his own work. “So, you're human after all. The torture will stop as I promised. But I'll take the woman in return. I'll have my fun with her... before I kill her.”
“Meryl...!”
“I hope you can still look at yourself in the mirror, my friend.”
Turning on his heel, Ocelot raised his hand and beckoned the masked guards in. He chose not to watch as his victim was disconnected, though he did linger in the room to listen to the grunts of discomfort as the 'special features' were removed.
Not even regarding Snake was he was hauled from the room, Ocelot looked up to the camera. His eyes met the lens, knowing full well that there was a human face behind it. “Looks like I'll be seeing you now, missy.”