Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Dream Machine ❯ Chap 7 ( Chapter 11 )

Dream Machine

Chapter 7 - Cuffed

 

 

Asuka didn't have a big idea what to do this time, so she wasn't really surprised that most of her surroundings were black again. She wasn't nude though, but she only absently noticed the T-shirt/shorts combo she wore. Her eyes were fixed onto the only prop in the void, a comfortable-looking bed, or more so, the figure that (also fully clad) sat with his back to her at the other site of it.

 

He didn't seem to notice the shift of weight as she crouched on the mattress with a big grin on her face. In fact, he seemed very startled when she threw her arms around him from behind.

 

"Hi there," Asuka hushed, nuzzling against his neck.

 

"H... hi..." Shinji greeted back, stuttering.

 

"Geez, not even the first time you've been so tense. Something wrong?" she asked, inwardly wondering how something could be wrong with a bunch of data.

 

"Uh... it's... uhm..."

 

Groaning, Asuka rolled her eyes and backed away from him. "Look, I'm here for some hot, steamy sex, not for a stupid counseling session! I don't really care if you get it out and fuck me, or if you just shut up and fuck me! Though I'd prefer a partner who's mind revolves around the best way to stick his thing in my snatch rather than who-knows-what!"

 

Shinji visibly gulped. "Uhm, well, un-until now, it was always you who had the ideas, took the initiative and such. I- I mean, yes, sometimes, I..."

 

"Just spit it out already!"

 

"In... in the end, it was always you who was in control."

 

"So - you want to be?"

 

He nodded sheepishly. "I- I mean really in control. Just- just once..."

 

She hold her breath for a second, her eyes widened, as he brought two pairs of handcuffs into her view. Heat rushed into her face while she tried to gather her thoughts. It was one thing to let him pounce on her wildly, but let him tie her up, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to do with her?

She was Asuka Langley Soryu. She'd never submit to anyone! She'd never let anyone control her!

 

But then why wouldn't that heat of desire that was tingling inside her come to a stop?

 

It must have been because of that talk with Hikari yesterday...

 

 

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"I can't believe he stripped you of your title as class representative," Asuka complained to her friend who just got out of the principal's office.

 

"Yeah, I would have expected him to strip me of my clothes like I offered him," Hikari agreed, failing to see what Asuka was complaining about. "The way he's always staring at the female students from his window during PE or swimming, I would have thought he'd jump at such an offer. Oh well, at least that means I can get out of here sooner from now on. Can't wait to get home. I could use a good bondage session today."

 

"B-bondage?" Asuka flushed, but Hikari went on, obviously oblivious to her friends remark.

 

"Toji's gotten quite good with ropes. The first time we tried, I could have easily wriggled myself out of them if I would have wanted to, but he actually searched for some tutorials and now he can really make me all helpless and at his whim."

 

"You mean you actually let him have his way with you?"

 

"Sure, why not? Being kinky is always good to spice up the hot stuff a little more."

 

"But... doesn't that make you... you know... a doll?"

 

"Hmm, I dunno. A doll can't enjoy what's being done with it. Of course it's a matter of trust, cause he could do with you whatever he wants but you probably don't. But that's just the little tick that makes it so exciting."

 

"I dunno. Sex is fine and all, but so far I was better off trusting only myself. Especially to such an extend."

 

"If you say so. But honestly, it can be very nice. You know, now that I don't have the prestige of being class rep anymore means also that I'm free of all the annoying duties that came with it. It's not much different with bondage, just that you're stripped from all your power and with that from any responsibilities. You don't have to take care of anything. You don't have to fear to do something wrong, as long as you just do what is asked from you." A smirk spread over her face. "Unless of course you want a little punishment, in that case just don't do what is asked from you. Oh, I think I'm going to be a bad little girl tonight. It's been a while since the last good spanking."

 

Noticing Asuka's bewildered look, she continued. "Don't worry, it doesn't have to hurt. The restriction alone makes it a very sensual experience. In fact, I had one of my strongest orgasms last week when Toji surprised me."

 

"Good for you..."

 

"I went into my room, not expecting anything, and found it illuminated by a couple of candles."

 

"How nice..."

 

"I was already wet when he suddenly grabbed me from behind and told me to strip."

 

"Okay..."

 

"Once i was done, he bound my arms behind my back and pulled the rope around my breasts that they bulged out."

 

"What-ever!"

 

"After he blindfolded me he got some oil and - just massaged me, every part of my body. Ooh, I came once already before he even touched my..."

 

"GOD DAMNIT! How often do I have to tell you that I'm not interested in your fuck-stories with the idiot!"

 

Hikari chuckled at Asuka who still panted after her outburst. "Well, to make it short: I actually had to beg him not to untie me."

 

"Lalala, I'm not listening!"

 

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Asuka snapped back to the present as her lower lip hurt from unconsciously biting on it. Eventually though, she made her decision.

 

"O-okay..." she whispered, not looking up to him as she presented her trembling wrists for him to bind.

 

Instead though, he got a light hold of her shoulders and gently urged her to lean back onto the bed.

 

"U-uhm, just one thing..." he muttered as he straddled her legs.

 

"Yes?" Asuka asked after fidgeting into a comfortable position on the mattress.

 

"You..." He bit his lip as if fumbling for the right words. "You have to promise me that you won't get free on your own. No creating a key out of thin air or such tricks. This is... you need to trust me, but I have to trust you to trust me. D-does that make any sense?"

 

"I guess," she said. But the way he looked at her, that obviously wasn't enough for him. "Okay, okay, I promise," Asuka added with a sigh and Shinji's face visibly lightened up.

 

"Okay. Then..."

 

She could feel the warmth that radiated from his body as he leaned over her to attach the first pair of handcuffs to the upper left crossing of bedpost and -frame so it was fixed to that point. Her heartbeat quickened as she watched him taking her arm and led it to the open cuff. She held her breath as the cold metal closed around her wrist.

 

It was somehow enchanting to see the sturdy ring around her arm that bound her to the bed; Asuka couldn't keep her eyes from it as she tugged testing on the cuffs. No way to get out. That such a simple mechanism could be so effective in restricting her.

 

The loss of control to do the most natural movements was strangely exciting, but she couldn't deny the tingling nervousness. Sure, she promised him, but...

 

Nothing. As much as she concentrated, she couldn't get the cuffs open or to vanish or make it possible to go through them. But that couldn't be - could it?

 

When she had agreed not to get free on her own, the program must have taken her serious. Absolutely serious.

 

Asuka wriggled her hand more determined now, trying not to panic. This was "her" Shinji after all, right? He was programmed to do only things to please her, right? There was nothing to fear - right?

 

*Click*

 

Gasping in surprise, her head spun around to see her other wrist captured in the metal bindings. She had been so distracted with the first pair that she hadn't even noticed him preparing the other bedpost with the second cuffs, taking her free arm and leading it up to its prison, until the steel snapped close around her flesh.

 

Both arms were tugging now, but it was more of an automatic reaction than a rationally attempt to get free. Heavily breathing, she slowly turned her head to look at her genuine smiling captor; the never before felt amount of helplessness stirring a mix of fear and desire rising in her.

 

"So..." Asuka mumbled, her voice betraying her in the attempt to hide her nervousness. "Now wha-?" She was cut of as his fingers suddenly trailed over her throat.

 

"Shh..."

 

Something was wrong. Her mouth was working, yet nothing came out. She could make sounds, but she couldn't form any words.

 

"Ah- ahn- ah-" She began to panic, whether she wanted or not, almost chocking while concentrating to force a single syllable out of her throat.

 

"Shh", he cooed once more, caressing her warm cheek. "I- I just want you to enjoy this, okay? I'll take care of anything, so please, just relax."

 

Her eyes widened as his slightly trembling lips suddenly touched hers, quickly increasing boldness. The surprise wasn't even so much of a shock than the point that it was a surprise. In all this time, she couldn't remember a single occasion when they had kissed. She couldn't believe that she had never even thought about it. Had she really never felt the desire to taste his sweet inviting lips?

 

He must have had, judging by the way he put all his longing into the kiss, making her more wanted and desired than ever before. But he had never dared to, until now that she couldn't deny it to him any longer.

'Baka-Shinji-Program. Shouldn't you have known better?'

 

Her eyes fell shut as she melted into the kiss. Hesitatingly, her tongue crept between her teeth, wanting to taste more of him. Licking against his lips, it soon met his, brushing against each other in almost shy, tender strokes.

 

Asuka felt like she was in heaven. Nothing seemed to matter but the duel of their mouths. She just wanted to hold him close and never stop, to wrap her arms around... Her eyes snapped open as the already forgotten metal around her wrists made itself painfully aware. Frustration began to stir inside her as she struggled uselessly against the cuffs. How could she have agreed to this? She needed to hold him - right now!

 

But, as if sensing what she feared, he did just that and started to retreat. The loss of the newfound pleasure caused a frantic reaction from her; a whimper escaped her as she followed his lips desperately as far as the cuffs would allow, but he stayed out of reach.

 

It wasn't until he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back down that she came back to her senses. An evident blush of embarrassment about her previous action crept onto her cheeks, which increased even more as she felt her head back on the bed and looked up to him. He looked deep into her eyes and she didn't find herself able to break this contact despite her increasing embarrassment.

 

Only dimly she was aware that meanwhile his fingers slipped under her shirt, pulling it above her breasts. Just when his hands cupped the exposed mounds, she gasped and jerked in surprise at the contact. A flicker of panic rushed through her, as the instinctive reaction to use her arms to protect her from whatever startled her with its touch was prevailed by the cuffs, until her mind took over again to realize that it was just him - and that she wouldn't be able to protect herself, even if she wanted to.

 

Looking back up, she found him still sheepishly smiling at her, not diverting his view once while he pulled the fabric of her bra's cups down. Why she even wore one was beyond her, but now the feeling of her lifted shirt above and the slight pressure of the pulled-down bra below it created a sharp contrast to the freed flesh.

 

It wasn't free for long though, as his hands quickly cupped both of her breasts. Asuka failed to suppress her low moaning and withering as he softly kneaded the two bare mounds simultaneously in a circular motion, her nipples quickly erecting under his touch. He obviously enjoyed her little sounds as he did his best to get more of them out of her, taking the stiff nubs between thumbs and forefingers, pinching and tugging them until she groaned just before the pleasure turned into pain.

 

She panted heavily as he finally let go, but was mostly surprised to see Shinji braking the eye contact he had held until then, as he moved downwards. His lips engulfed one of her aching nipples, his wet tongue lapping at it tenderly, before repeating the same with the other. Unable to do anything else, Asuka just closed her eyes and threw her head back, moaning out her enjoyment as he soothed her sensitive flesh.

 

She lost track how long this caress switched back and forth between her two breast. Eventually though, both were left empty again, but not before receiving a farewell-gift in form of a cool blowing against the moist nipples that let her shiver beneath him.

 

Her eyes fluttered open at the feeling of his hand cupping her cheek again.

 

"Alright again?" he asked softly. Even if she would have remembered that she couldn't talk, she only managed to nod weakly.

 

He leaned forward then, lightly kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips, her neck just above the shirt, between her breasts, down her stomach, tickling her navel with his tongue. Her anticipation was running wild when he stopped just before the hemline of her remaining garments.

 

Shinji hastily undid the button and Asuka lifted her hips, letting him slide the shorts down her legs. Once they were off her feet, and thrown out of view and existence, both of his hands traveled slowly from her inner thighs down her left leg until they held it by her ankle outstretched in the air. He rubbed his thumb along the underside of her foot, almost tickling her, but she didn't burst out in laughter as she would usually do. But it made her aware that he had absolute power over every oh-so sensitive spot on her body. He kissed her toes, sucking lightly at the big one, before guiding the leg down again and letting Asuka expect he would do the same with the other one.

 

She didn't know where he got the scarf from, but the little bit of drowsiness that had come with the gentle touches was gone the moment she felt it being tied around her ankle. But she didn't find herself able to fight it as he stood up and pulled the red silk around the nearest bedpost, tightly over to the next one, and from there tied it around her right ankle as well; leaving her spread-eagled and robbed from the last chance of resistance to deny him any kind of access to her intimate parts. She couldn't really point it, but there was some thrill of being so exposed to him like this. Arms and legs forced apart, she felt so vulnerable - and for once, it didn't seem to matter. She couldn't do anything at all, but the more she could feel and enjoy everything that was done with her.

 

The mattress shifted under his weight as he climbed back on it. For a while, he just kneeled there between her parted legs, taking in the sight before him. And what a sight that must have been: Starting at her helpless hands, encased in shiny cuffs at the sides of the bed's head part; to the flushed face; the red mane that now stuck to the sweat on her body or was sprawled out beneath her; her skimpily exposed breasts that she couldn't hide nor free completely of the crumpled shirt and pulled-down bra; her flat stomach that was heaving slightly in rhythm with her breathing. But most of the time his eyes rested on the only still untouched clothing on her body. That hungry gaze made her uneasily shift in her bonds. After several seconds, she lost the fight with her shame and averted her view.

 

As silly as it seemed after all the times they've fucked, she was still somewhat embarrassed at the visible dampness of her panties. She whimpered, a dark streak of wetness showing on the fabric where he ran his finger along the moist slit. Her bound legs quivered against the scarf as he moved the digit up and down again. Eventually, he leaned over her once more, continuing to stir the fire in her crotch with his palm. Unable to do anything but moan, she let him kiss his way up her neck, nibbling at her earlobe, brushing against her cheek. His lips finally met hers again just in time to stifle her scream of surprise as his palm retreated far enough to allow his fingers to slip under the waistband of her panties, fondling her slick pussy now directly.

 

Asuka was thrashing wildly already when his middle finger stroked her wet entrance, once, twice - but the cuffs, the scarf and his sweet mouth on hers kept her in place. As he inserted it ever so slowly, her back arched almost painfully to meet the intruder. Index and ring finger held the lips apart while the digit between them wriggled inside her clenched hole; not even pumping it in and out that much, but mostly twisting it, poking it hard against her moist inner walls.

 

He eventually broke the kiss and brought his mouth close to her ear.

 

"Does it feel good?"

 

How could he ask such a silly question? As if her moans and withering wouldn't be enough to show him that it was driving her wild. Somehow she still managed to nod vigorously while gasping for air. Obviously pleased by her response, he pushed the finger a little deeper, eliciting a sharp yelp from her.

 

Shinji wouldn't let her have it yet though. After brushing his lips against her cheek, he slowly pulled out, much to her dismay. He held his finger up for her to see; her juices glittering in the light. Asuka tensed for a second, not knowing what was going to do as he brought it close to her face. As it hovered in short range before her mouth, she wasn't sure what to do. Lick it? Pull it in her mouth and suck on it?

 

But then she remembered; she didn't have to do anything but to enjoy what he'd do to her. So she decided to do just that; leaning back, catching her breath from the prior stimulation, while she let him do whatever he wanted.

 

Soon enough, it brushed slowly over her lips, letting them shine with her fluids like his finger itself. She had smelled its musky scent already when he held it under her nose, but now the faint taste of herself invaded her senses. Already she was doubting that she'd be able to stay passive for long. The temptation to lick up every drop he would grant her rose quickly; even more so when his tongue followed the fine trail. As it reached her upper lip, she couldn't bear it any longer. She latched onto his mouth, catching his tongue in a passionate kiss. Body fluids were exchanged in masses in their open-mouthed dancing of their tongues. It seemed overwhelming how much of his desire for her she could feel just by pressing his lips against hers; she hardly noticed as he ripped her panties off like wet paper.

 

A bit of drool was trickling out of the corner of her mouth as he broke off again, but unable to wipe it away, she had no choice but to let the saliva run down her chin. The flow even increased in anticipation as he finally pulled first his shirt over his head, then his pants down. Asuka could hardly get her eyes of the revealed rod that already stood proudly up and of which she hoped she would feel soon enough shoved up deep into her waiting cunt.

 

His hard erection felt so hot as it touched her skin, trailing a thin line of pre-cum over her stomach as Shinji moved above her, caressing her body with hands and lips. She almost hoped he would place the hot flesh between her breasts again, ravishing her tits once more; or that he would force it into her welcoming mouth; that he would defile her body with his precious cum. But these unusual desires were overshadowed by far by the yearning of her empty pussy.

 

Finally, her wish seemed to be granted; his hands stopped at her hips, the head of his cock moved through the little bush of her pubic hair as he lined up in front of her dripping hole. Closing her eyes, she bit her lower lip, awaiting his entry.

 

...And opened them again in confusion when still nothing happened after several seconds. The initial thought of the most mistimed computer freeze ever was gone the moment she saw him somewhat slyly grinning at her.

 

Asuka eagerly raised her hips to meet him, yearning to be filled up in one swift stroke. But to her horror, he retreated just as much to keep the unbearable, almost non-existing distance between their sexes. Groaning in frustration, she grit her teeth, straining her body desperately to feel him inside her, but he showed no intention to help her with that. Exhausted, she eventually fell back, whimpering lowly. How could Shinji of all people tease her like this, now of all times?

 

Her hopes lit up as she finally felt him against her snatch, but they were quickly buried again. He didn't push in, but rather pressed his erection lengthwise against her.

 

The length of his cock brushed along her wet entrance, teasing her to no end that her relief was basically there and yet not. Helpless sobs escaped her as the tip pushed against the sensitive nub of her clit, sending waves of almost painful pleasure through her whole body. Vaguely she remembered the vow she made so long ago, but these weren't tears of pain or sadness, these were tears of sheer ecstasy. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't do anything to force him to finally satisfy her need, she couldn't rub herself off against him or anything else without him pulling it away; she couldn't even touch herself with her hands secured so far out of reach, though she did try against (much) better knowledge. This sweet frustration was driving her mad.

 

How long was he planning to do this? Hours? Days? As long as the LCL was filtered properly it could keep her body alive until she'd die of old age. Unless she could free herself, unless she could make herself cum and unless anyone would actually bother to force the door to the chamber open to check on her, he could keep her here; agonizingly teasing her for the rest of her life if he wanted to. And a part of her was actually praying he would.

 

Lost in her predictions he took her by surprise as he suddenly slammed the entire length of his dick deep inside her, the overflowing wetness of her pussy making it easy for him to slide in. Her mouth was open, a scream stuck in her throat, as he held their groins against each other, even pushing farther though he already was balls-deep inside; in other words shoving her up the bed as far as her bound legs would allow before tearing apart.

 

He looked down at her with the same gentle expression as before, aside from the slight effects the worshiping of her body caused him that started to show. His fingertips circled on her breasts again, now and then flipping against the still hard nubs, but that was barely noticeable compared to the feeling of being impaled by his hard rod.

 

Asuka did scream as he pulled out completely and thrust into her the second time. Her whole body shook by the force of the impact as the steel-like flesh shot towards her cervix. He repeated this several times: pulling all the way out, shooting back in, burying it deep and holding it there for a while, before pulling out again. The speed of his rhythm increased only slowly, aimed at the feel of his dick inside her tight pussy rather than on the friction of his thrusts.

 

"Do you - like it - like this?" she could hear him asking panting over her yelps. Then out of nowhere, he changed his pacing from long and hard to short and rapidly fast. "Or do you - prefer it - like this?"

 

She couldn't even nod anymore. The multiplied speed of his strokes didn't even let her time to catch breath properly. Her pussy felt like it was rubbed raw.

 

Asuka was straining against the cuffs as hard as she could, but to no avail. She was sure, in reality she would have long chafed her wrists against the metal enough to leave lasting marks on her skin. Toes curled, her feet were suspended in the air by the binding scarf, partly from the merciless pounding that pushed her up the bed, but also by her hopeless attempts to wrap them around him.

She just couldn't bear it anymore. She needed to hold him there. If only to make sure he couldn't take her to the very brink and then leave her empty and frustrated again. That was the most agonizing part of giving up control; that she couldn't keep him if he didn't want to.

 

She was so close already, any thrust now could be the one that brought her over the edge. And to her shock, her worst fears seemed to come true as he suddenly stopped and pulled out ever so slowly.

 

 

 

Her arms flew around her as the confining cuffs that held them back suddenly vanished with the rest of the scenario. The aftershock of her tremendous orgasm still rippled through her body as she slowly got aware of her surroundings. She could still feel the touch of that kiss on her lips that he gave her just when he made his last, incredible thrust. Maybe he was trustworthy enough to give up control to him now and then after all...

 

 

 

 

A/N: Welcome to my favorite fetish. Not sure if it shows, but meh. I was thinking of doing another bondage chapter that goes a little farther than this light stuff, but instead of that I'm planing to do a whole series of "Bondage Shorts" now. You'll probably still see some more of it in the next chapter, but not as main focus.