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Unprepared	By : ladyazuli Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 3659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two

The thin heel of a stiletto shoe was pressed against Ike's chest, a bit of force pushing the mercenary back to lie down on the carpet floor. Ike resisted by pushing back just as hard. He may not have been able to speak, but damnit he was going to fight being taken over like this! No way was he going to be taken advantage of! His captor gave a brief noise of uncertainty as he almost lost his balance, but the force on Ike's chest grew stronger, leaning him back at an angle. "On. Your. BACK. NOW!"
Ike growled at the person above him, fighting back as hard as he could before feeling a sting against his left cheek. The mercenary gave a cry of pain, relenting for half a second. That time window was all his captor needed to apply more force to Ike's chest. getting him down all the way to the floor. Ike's head hit a bit harder on the floor than he wanted it to, but maybe this would be the chance to see who his captor was.
"Such a bad boy." the captor purred, keeping the stiletto on Ike's chest. "I wanted to smack you under a different circumstance, not for you resisting me so early. Then again, I like that about you." The piece of leather was run along Ike's thigh, giving him the clue that it was a riding crop. Riding crop? Normally there would be whips. Wait a minute-WHY WAS HE THINKING ABOUT THIS? Ike turned his head to the side as he kept one eye on his captor, ignoring the restraints around his arms as he tried to think about who this could be. Was it a crazed fan? Was it someone form inside the house?
"Trying to guess who I am, eh?" the heel of the shoe was taken off Ike's chest at last, and Ike was sure to feel the relief of the pressure against his chest. "I admire you for that. But not just yet. Not until I tell you will you be able to get your answer." The end of the riding crop brushed along Ike's thigh once again, back and forth tickling the skin.
You conniving son of a bitch. Ike thought, growling through the ball gag and ignoring the pleasurable sensation of the leather running by his thigh. He cursed though his gag, causing his captor to chuckle. "But for now, you may-and will- call me 'Master.' Let's hear how that word sounds from you, hmm?" 'Master' bent down, a latex-covered gloved glove gliding by Ike's chin to take off the ball gag. "Now, what do you say?"
"Fuck you and the high horse you rode in on!" Ike yelled out. "GUYS! HELP! SOMEBOD--AUGH!" The stinging smack from the riding crop to Ike's right cheek sent him reeling.
"That was not what you were supposed to say!" the Master growled out, a another stiletto heel setting on Ike's chest once again. "Now say it, or I will have to punish you."
"Never." Another smack followed, this time on Ike's right arm. "SAY IT. Say it or I will hurt you even more!"
"Fuck. You." The Master growled loudly in frustration, the foot coming off of Ike's chest, the thin heel lifting the strap back to gag the mercenary once again. Ike kept his teeth gritted together to prevent it from going into his mouth. "Oh you wanna play it like THAT huh?"
The Master lifted the riding crop high, sending it crashing down on Ike's right cheek with loud 'smack,' and causing the mercenary to cry out in pain. That time window slid the pink gag ball back into Ike's mouth, while the captive growled in anger at his own stupidity.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Thought you could get away with swearing at me, could you? Too bad. I was hoping to not have to inflict THAT much pain on you. But," the Master sighed. "You can't get them to say 'Master' in less than five minutes and you haven't done much to them." The Master moved away from the bound prize, the lock of a door opening registering in Ike's ears.
"Now I am going out to grab a few more things. And don't bother trying to open this door or call for help. They're all in on it too. Byeee!"
The click of a closing door made Ike's hope sink even more. So the whole house was in on this too, huh? He really was screwed. His arms were falling asleep, if he tried to stand upright, he would just fall over. And if he somehow managed to get himself free, no one would help him to come and unlock the door. Damnit. How was he going to get himself out of this one?

Having shut the door behind him, the Master let his eyes adjust to the light from outside the dark room, greeted by Samus, Peach and Red. "How's it going in there?" the Pokemon trainer asked.
"Well, Ike is being his difficult self, but I am breaking him in slowly." the Master replied, lifting the riding crop to his mouth and biting lightly on the whipping end as a fidget. "Give or take about an hour and he will be calling me 'Master' soon enough."
"Goodness, I taught you well." Peach said with a smile, patting the master on the head, earning a shy smile from the latter. "If anyone else knew other than you guys, Mario would really have a a hard time trying to get me into the bedroom."
"Isn't it hard enough already for him?" Samus laughed.
"You shouldn't be talking, oh woman who almost got Snake to do Shibari bondage on you." Peach smirked.
"Ladies, please." Red sighed, rubbing the side of his face, turning to the Master. "Need anything else in the room?" he asked, hands on his hips.
"Hmm, well I have the stocks, handcuffs, the whip is in the drawer, right?" the question got a nod of 'yes' as a reply. "And he's already stripped, so that's not even an issue. Well! Time for me to and get something to eat. I am rather hungry."
"Never hurts to take a break every once in a while. Being the Top can be exhausting sometimes." the Princess replied, reaching behind her and holding out a lunch tray full of goodies. The Master grabbed at them, mouthing a 'thank you' before stuffing his face.
"Oh I almost forgot!" Red said, pulling out something from his back pocket. "You will need this."
The Master swallowed his food before taking the eye mask. "Thank you so much. I put this on him right? I'm not seeing any eye slits." he asked, examining the eye mask carefully.
"Exactly. You put it on him so that he can't see who you are. Even when the door is open and the lights are on, he wouldn't be able to see."
"That reminds me. I wonder how long it will take him to learn that he's only wearing a man thong?" Samus thought out loud, causing laughter to erupt between the four of them.
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