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Cracking the Whip	By : cleverkinkster Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 40294 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 2: The Talk
            In many ways it had been a perfectly pleasant and normal week for young Shinji Ikari. No Angel attacks, no uncomfortable encounters with his father, and Rei seemed to be just a little bit warmer towards him, although that might have been just his imagination. Things at school and at NERV were as good as ever (which is to say not very, but relatively okay), but there was something amiss in the Katsuragi household.
            For starters, his guardian had been doing far less drinking than normal, constraining herself to only a few beers per night. Tonight she had only told him to bring her one beer, and instead of gulping it down as per usual, she had just sat down at the kitchen table and sipped at it, seemingly lost in thought.
            That was another difference: at some point that week she had stopped asking him to do things for her and started telling him to do them. Not in an overly harsh or mean way, but more like a teacher or parent giving instructions. He felt like he should be resentful of this change seeing as he did the lion’s share of the chores, but to his surprise it didn’t really bother him. If this is the tradeoff for her drinking less, he thought, I’ll definitely take it. Besides, she was also more praising of the work he put in, complimenting him and giving him beaming smiles when he did as she told him. He loved to see her smile; he had found that he didn’t mind scrubbing the toilet to a pristine shine when he knew he would be rewarded with one.
            Still, Shinji was uneasy. Change, in the young Ikari’s experience, was rarely a good thing. Misato kept giving him thoughtful looks, like she was sizing him up. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being tested somehow. For what, he had no idea, but he had a feeling he would soon find out. He was in the living room, relaxing in front of the television, when Misato called for him.
            “Shinji, come in here. I need to talk to you.”
            He couldn’t help but gulp. She didn’t sound angry, but there was an ominous edge to her voice. He got up from the sofa and made his way to the kitchen, giving his guardian a curious look. She met his gaze with eyes so intense and intimidating that he couldn’t help but avert his eyes. It was only then that he noticed that she was not wearing one of her normal tops, but rather a tight-fitting black silk blouse that was just sheer enough for him to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. What the hell is going on, he wondered, trying not to stare at her barely visible nipples (and not really succeeding). With herculean effort, he was able to fix his gaze on her hands, which lay clasped on the kitchen table.
            “Y-yes, Misato?” he stammered out. The woman leaned back, causing the fabric of her blouse to tighten over her breasts. Shinji gulped.
            “Tell me, Shinji, have you noticed anything different about me over the past few days? About the way I’ve treated you?”
            So I wasn’t imagining things, the boy thought. “Uh… I guess so. You haven’t been drinking as much, and you seem to… smile more.” He glanced up towards her face, gaining a little confidence. He was glad to see a slight upward turn to her lips. He was still confused, but at least he now knew she wasn’t mad at him for anything.
            “Good. Anything else,” she asked.
            “Well… you’ve been a bit more, uh, direct. Telling me what to do.”
            “And has that bothered you? I haven’t been upsetting you, have I Shinji?”
            “N-no! It’s okay. I’m just…I’m not sure what it means.” Embarrassed, the boy couldn’t help but look down again.
            “Look at me,” Misato snapped suddenly. Shinji complied automatically, even though it was challenging to hold her intense gaze.
            “I’ve made a decision, Shinji,” she said. “I’ve been watching you, testing your responses, and I think, no, I know how I can give you a better life.” Shinji opened his mouth to speak, but Misato gestured for him to remain silent. She stood up and stepped out from behind the table, giving Shinji his first chance to see her full outfit. His jaw dropped. A pair of black leather hot pants held closely to her hips, and below them were a pair of menacing thigh-high stiletto boots. Together with the tight black blouse, she cut a very imposing figure indeed.
            But that wasn’t what scared Shinji the most.
            A series of straps ran around Misato’s wait and over the hot pants, supporting a large jet-black phallus that extended lewdly from the woman’s pelvis.
            “Wh-what the hell is this?” Shinji exclaimed. “What’s going on, Misato?”
            “This is your future, Shinji,” said Misato with a firm voice. “I was originally going to take it slow, but I realized I just don’t have the patience for that.” She wrapped one hand around the dildo and slowly pumped it a few times, giving him a predatory smile. “I want you and my friend here to get acquainted, I think he’ll help you understand your new place in our relationship.”
            At that, the frightened Shinji tried to bolt, but Misato was too fast for him. She leapt forward and grabbed his arm, then spun him around and pressed him hard against the wall. The boy struggled, but in vain. A few years older and he might have been strong enough to overpower the captain, but as they were he was no match for the well-trained older woman. She leaned forward against his back, her superior weight pinning him to the wall, the strap-on between her legs pressing uncomfortably against him. After waiting a moment for him to tire and accept his powerlessness, Misato leaned close to his ear and whispered seductively, “you are going to fight me at first, Shinji, that’s natural. No one, not even the most natural submissives, can surrender everything right away. But know this: I. Will. Break. You.” She punctuated each word with a grind of the dildo against his ass. “And when I do,” she continued, “you will know pleasure and joy you could never imagine now. Your life will have the feeling of purpose that you so desperately crave. When you kneel at my feet and worship me, you will be truly happy, for you will know that you have found your place in this world.” She placed her mouth to his neck and very slowly bit down, sinking her teeth into his flesh and eliciting a pained cry from the boy.
            “Misato please, you can’t do this!” he protested, panicked tears beginning to fall from his eyes.
            His guardian drew back, and for one fleeting moment Shinji thought that she might let him go, might tell him that this was just some sick joke that went way too far, but then she managed to pull out a pair of handcuffs and clamp them around his wrists, binding his hands behind him and leaving him even more defenseless than before. Misato spun him around and grabbed a dishrag off of the counter, which she promptly stuffed into his mouth. “That’s enough out of you for now, boy. For now all you need to do is listen and comply. Obedience will make this much less painful, I assure you.” She grabbed his arm in a painfully tight grip and frog-marched him all the way into her bedroom, where she unceremoniously dumped him onto her futon. She crouched down and began to methodically cut through his clothes with a pair of surgical scissors, expertly avoiding his struggles. When she was done and the ruined remnants of his shirt, pants, and underwear had been cast aside, she stood up again and grabbed a bottle of lubricant from her dresser. She squeezed a generous amount onto her palm and began slowly pumping it over the surface of the strap-on. Shinji could only watch in horror and beg incoherently for her to let him go.
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