Bestrafe Mich (Punish Me)
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,560
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Bestrafe Mich
Bestrafe Mich (Punish Me)
A/N: You know that this fict, like the song, seems just like a dirty sex fict/song right until the end...and even I didn't realise that until *just* as I finished writing it. (Both the song and the fict, by the way.)
Odd that I didn't realise that until then, eh?
Anyway, legal stuff: I didn't write the song Bestrafe Mich, Rammstein did. And it's not in the original German format, because I don't have the original German lyrics to it, only the translated English ones. And I don't own any of the X-Men: Evolution characters, even if I sometimes did wish I did...if only to pair the 'correct' characetrs up, though I am a tad biased when it comes to who i think are the correct pairings in Evo...
Anyway, as they say, the show must go on, even if the author is in mid-ramble...
Punish me
Punish me
Straw is gold
And gold is stone
You are so big, make me crawl
You're the master, make me crawl ja
This was their secret. This was theirs, and theirs alone.
Nobody knew, or if anybody knew, they didn't think they really knew. They kept their thoughts shielded; they kept their eyes away from each other in public.
Only now, hidden from view, did they dare display to each other their true feelings, their true passions.
Taboo feelings, taboo passions, taboo pleasures.
They kept it hidden to keep it pure. They kept it hidden to preserve it. They kept it hidden to save it.
The lord does give
The lord does take
The world went dark around her as the blindfold was pulled tight around her eyes. A rough gag was tied to her mouth, tight enough to hurt and raise red across her pale skin.
She felt hands, quick and nimble, remove her top, and then reach out and unfasten and remove whatever lay above her waist.
Then, nothing.
The room was cold, and she shuddered, looking about the room blindly. On her knees, blindly searching for something she could not see yet wanted.
The first strike came unexpectedly, as always. Her only warning was a slight sound of movement, and then the leather whip cracked across her back. She cried out into the gag, feeling the first blow intensely.
Another crack of the whip, from a different direction this time. She cried out into the gag at the feeling of it cracking into her skin.
Then another crack of the whip, and another, and another; each one from a different direction, each one random in timing and direction; each crack of the whip raising a red welt across the skin her pale, anaemic back.
Crying out in mingled pain and pleasure, she took each unexpected and random cracks of the whip as she always wanted to.
Punish me
Punish me
You say yes
And I say no
Lock me in all your worship
Before the wind's cold hand grips
The cracking of the whip had ceased, and she was still kneeling, panting heavily, the cold air brushing against the red welts on her back.
She felt movement by her ear, of her hair being moved slightly.
"You are ready, Rogue?" The voice, male and controlling, whispered into her ear.
With a moan into her gag, she gave all the answer he needed.
Those same hands as before, those quick and nimble hands, she felt the rest of her clothes being removed, and discarded. Then, she was moved, dragged face down along the floor. The sensation of the floor against her skin was unbearably pleasurable. She felt fabric against her skin as she was dragged, and strong hands gripping her wrists through the fabric-protection from her.
She felt herself being laid down somewhere else. The floor again? Then her hands were grabbed, moved roughly into position, and then her wrists were tied round with rope.
Her feet too were grabbed, and moved. Rope was tied around her ankles, keeping her legs splayed at a painful angle.
She moaned into her gag, the pain heightening the pleasure, adding to it.
Then she felt hands reach round, behind her head, undoing her blindfold. It fell away, and she blinked in the light.
She found herself staring into the eyes of red glass, for less than a second before she found her gag pulled down, and found herself kissed. Viciously, passionately, unexpectedly.
You are so big, make me small
Your the master, make me crawl
Your the master, make me crawl
She found herself looking through his eyes. She saw her pale, topless body, gagged and blindfolded, shuddering in pleasure as red welts were opened across her back. Her breasts were slick with sweat, her nipples looked painfully erect.
She saw through the red tinted eyes again, and saw herself being dragged along the floor, naked and writhing in pleasure. She saw herself being tied up, her arms and legs splayed wide. She saw her forbidden skin slick with sweat. She saw what was to the archaic what would normally be forbidden through his red eyes, wet with pleasure.
Then, she felt his body a barely fraction of an inch away from hers, sliding his protected shaft into her.
She moaned her lover's lips, still pressed to hers. She saw her body writhe, she felt his lust.
She knew his pleasure, for it then became her pleasure. She knew his lust, for it became her lust. Never to be forgotten, though maybe only in the deepest corners of her mind.
Moaning louder, she felt herself contract around him, pulling at him, making him join her in orgasm.
The two shuddered together in shared, forbidden pleasure.
"Scott…" She whispered, speaking the words she only would in private. "I love you…"
"I know." He replied.
Unconventional. Forbidden. Taboo.
What better for one who could not touch her lover with naked skin without taking his life?
What better for one who could not look at his lover with the naked eye without taking her life?
You are so big, make me small
Your the master, make me crawl
You're so big you make him small
You will punish me for all
The lord does give
The lord does take
Does he give love to
Those he forsakes?
Punish me
A/N: You know that this fict, like the song, seems just like a dirty sex fict/song right until the end...and even I didn't realise that until *just* as I finished writing it. (Both the song and the fict, by the way.)
Odd that I didn't realise that until then, eh?
Anyway, legal stuff: I didn't write the song Bestrafe Mich, Rammstein did. And it's not in the original German format, because I don't have the original German lyrics to it, only the translated English ones. And I don't own any of the X-Men: Evolution characters, even if I sometimes did wish I did...if only to pair the 'correct' characetrs up, though I am a tad biased when it comes to who i think are the correct pairings in Evo...
Anyway, as they say, the show must go on, even if the author is in mid-ramble...
Punish me
Punish me
Straw is gold
And gold is stone
You are so big, make me crawl
You're the master, make me crawl ja
This was their secret. This was theirs, and theirs alone.
Nobody knew, or if anybody knew, they didn't think they really knew. They kept their thoughts shielded; they kept their eyes away from each other in public.
Only now, hidden from view, did they dare display to each other their true feelings, their true passions.
Taboo feelings, taboo passions, taboo pleasures.
They kept it hidden to keep it pure. They kept it hidden to preserve it. They kept it hidden to save it.
The lord does give
The lord does take
The world went dark around her as the blindfold was pulled tight around her eyes. A rough gag was tied to her mouth, tight enough to hurt and raise red across her pale skin.
She felt hands, quick and nimble, remove her top, and then reach out and unfasten and remove whatever lay above her waist.
Then, nothing.
The room was cold, and she shuddered, looking about the room blindly. On her knees, blindly searching for something she could not see yet wanted.
The first strike came unexpectedly, as always. Her only warning was a slight sound of movement, and then the leather whip cracked across her back. She cried out into the gag, feeling the first blow intensely.
Another crack of the whip, from a different direction this time. She cried out into the gag at the feeling of it cracking into her skin.
Then another crack of the whip, and another, and another; each one from a different direction, each one random in timing and direction; each crack of the whip raising a red welt across the skin her pale, anaemic back.
Crying out in mingled pain and pleasure, she took each unexpected and random cracks of the whip as she always wanted to.
Punish me
Punish me
You say yes
And I say no
Lock me in all your worship
Before the wind's cold hand grips
The cracking of the whip had ceased, and she was still kneeling, panting heavily, the cold air brushing against the red welts on her back.
She felt movement by her ear, of her hair being moved slightly.
"You are ready, Rogue?" The voice, male and controlling, whispered into her ear.
With a moan into her gag, she gave all the answer he needed.
Those same hands as before, those quick and nimble hands, she felt the rest of her clothes being removed, and discarded. Then, she was moved, dragged face down along the floor. The sensation of the floor against her skin was unbearably pleasurable. She felt fabric against her skin as she was dragged, and strong hands gripping her wrists through the fabric-protection from her.
She felt herself being laid down somewhere else. The floor again? Then her hands were grabbed, moved roughly into position, and then her wrists were tied round with rope.
Her feet too were grabbed, and moved. Rope was tied around her ankles, keeping her legs splayed at a painful angle.
She moaned into her gag, the pain heightening the pleasure, adding to it.
Then she felt hands reach round, behind her head, undoing her blindfold. It fell away, and she blinked in the light.
She found herself staring into the eyes of red glass, for less than a second before she found her gag pulled down, and found herself kissed. Viciously, passionately, unexpectedly.
You are so big, make me small
Your the master, make me crawl
Your the master, make me crawl
She found herself looking through his eyes. She saw her pale, topless body, gagged and blindfolded, shuddering in pleasure as red welts were opened across her back. Her breasts were slick with sweat, her nipples looked painfully erect.
She saw through the red tinted eyes again, and saw herself being dragged along the floor, naked and writhing in pleasure. She saw herself being tied up, her arms and legs splayed wide. She saw her forbidden skin slick with sweat. She saw what was to the archaic what would normally be forbidden through his red eyes, wet with pleasure.
Then, she felt his body a barely fraction of an inch away from hers, sliding his protected shaft into her.
She moaned her lover's lips, still pressed to hers. She saw her body writhe, she felt his lust.
She knew his pleasure, for it then became her pleasure. She knew his lust, for it became her lust. Never to be forgotten, though maybe only in the deepest corners of her mind.
Moaning louder, she felt herself contract around him, pulling at him, making him join her in orgasm.
The two shuddered together in shared, forbidden pleasure.
"Scott…" She whispered, speaking the words she only would in private. "I love you…"
"I know." He replied.
Unconventional. Forbidden. Taboo.
What better for one who could not touch her lover with naked skin without taking his life?
What better for one who could not look at his lover with the naked eye without taking her life?
You are so big, make me small
Your the master, make me crawl
You're so big you make him small
You will punish me for all
The lord does give
The lord does take
Does he give love to
Those he forsakes?
Punish me