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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 3: The Initiation
            “Look at me, boy,” Misato said, totally ignoring her ward’s pleas for mercy. She allowed herself a brief pause to savor the situation. It was moments like this that she had relished the most during her time as a pro-domme. Towering above a helpless sub, totally in control as both anticipated what was about to happen. In their respective positions, it was impossible for either participant to not recognize the balance of power. Both knew that only one person was going to be getting fucked, and it wasn’t going to be Misato. The atmosphere in the room was thick with her lust and his fear. Donning the strap-on earlier had been a revelation, like reuniting with an old friend that she hadn’t known she had missed so much.
            Noticing that Shinji was attempting to squirm away from her, she pressed one stiletto heel to his thigh and dug it in just enough for him to recognize that it was a far better idea to remain still. “You’re probably wondering why I’m about to anally violate you,” she began, drawing an ‘are you crazy?’ look from the boy beneath her. “It probably doesn’t make any sense right now, but eventually you will understand the importance of the strap-on in our new relationship. You see, I knew that no matter how gently I tried to lead you into this, you would resist me at some point. So I figured, why not destroy that resistance before it can even really start. That’s where my big black friend here comes in.” Misato reached down and rolled him onto his front, leaving his buttocks hopelessly exposed. She squatted down over him and allowed the dildo to rest in the crease of his ass. “The package it came in called it ‘The Violator’,” she said with a smile. “Truthfully, it’s not meant for anal virgins. It’s so long and thick that only an experienced anal slut could get any pleasure from it, and even then it would require more lube and preparation than I’m going to allow you, boy.”
            The captain carefully lined up the tip of the dildo with Shinji’s asshole. The young pilot gave out one last desperate “MMPH MMPH” of protest, but she ignored it. Firmly grasping his hips with both hands, she slowly began to push forward. A deeply buried, dark part of her wanted to ram it in and revel in the boy’s terrible pain, but it went unheeded. Her goal was to break down his resistance to her dominance, not shatter his spirit completely. If she did this properly, he would not only eventually forgive her for this, but actually thank her. That was the ultimate objective.
            The silicone invader slowly pushed past his asshole and she began feeding inch after inch of it into his body. He had buried his face in her pillow but the convulsions of his torso and his muffled wails made it clear that he was suffering in agony. She savored the image before her. For far too long she had forced this part of her down. Now, after so many years, her inner sadist had been allowed out to play. After what must have felt like an eternity for Shinji, but was all too soon for Misato, the dildo bottomed out in his ass. She held it there for quite a while, waiting for the boy’s sobs to slow. He had stopped struggling, all the fight having left him. Finally, he turned his head to the side, meeting her gaze as best he could with his tear-filled eyes. “You belong to me now, Shinji,” she whispered. “I own you. Do you understand that?” When he didn’t reply, she pulled out a few inches and thrust back in hard, eliciting a grunt of pain from the boy. “I said do you understand that?”
            This time, to Misato’s pleasure, the boy nodded eagerly. She knew it was hardly sincere yet, he was just doing what she wanted to avoid further pain, but soon he would come to accept his new reality as her submissive pet. “Good boy,” she said. “Now, I’m going to uncuff you and remove your gag. When I do, you will remain silent and get up onto all fours. You will not fight me. If you do, I will hurt you.” She accentuated her last words with another painful thrust of the strap-on. “Do you understand?” Another nod. She reached down and unlocked his wrists, then tugged out the rag from his mouth. The boy foolishly began to speak, but a slight twitch of her hips was enough to convince him that silence was the smarter choice. Dutifully, he pushed himself up onto all fours, grimacing in discomfort as the maneuver caused the dildo to shift around inside him.
            “Now then, Shinji. Under the pillow is a list I’ve prepared for tonight. Take it out and place it where you can read it.” She waited for him to comply, then continued. “You are going to read each item on that list out loud, and repeat it until I tell you to stop. As you do, I want you to think about the meaning of the words, and realize the truth within them. I am going to start fucking you, and I will stop when I feel that you are truly mean and believe everything on the list.” With that said, Misato began pulling out of Shinji’s ass, then immediately thrust back in again.
           “O-one aggh,” Shinji began, clearly trying to focus on the words in front of him rather than the pain in his rear. “I am a natural submissive, and I -aggh- am most fulfilled when I am making other people –hnng- happy.” His voice was hesitant, but Misato could tell that even then the boy recognized the truth in that sentence. She knew it would not be long until he was completely hers. She slowed her thrusting to a more tolerable pace as a reward for his compliance.
            “Two: I care deeply for Misato and am happy to go out of my way to make her smile… Misato what is th-owwwwhg.”
            “No commentary. Just read, Shinji.”
            “O-okay. Three: I often judge my own self-worth based on the praise I receive from those I admire. Four: to me the disapproval of others is worse than physical pain. Five: I find Misato sexually att-“ Shinji trailed off in wonderment, and it took another harsh thrust from his new domme to refocus his attention on the task at hand. She was immensely pleased that the boy had already begun to acclimate to the foreign invader that had been forced inside him. He was beginning to fall into his natural response to authority and offer her true submission. His body’s relaxing against the strap-on surely reflected the change that was occurring in his mind.
            “Five,” he began again, a little more surely this time, “I find Misato sexually attractive and frequently fantasize about having sex with her. In these fantasies she is typically the one in control and giving instructions… Misato how did you kno-ahh.”
            She leaned over and gave his ear a little nibble, then said, “I guessed.”
            “Ohh. Six: I am a masochist who becomes aroused from pain and bondage.”
            “That one was mostly just a hunch,” said Misato impishly. “Let’s find out, shall we?” She took one hand off his hips and reached underneath him to take firm grasp of his cock. It was no surprise to her that it was fully erect. For someone at his stage of puberty just the slightest stimulation to the prostate would be enough to get rock hard. But to Shinji her touch was a revelation. His mind had been too distracted to pay attention to his cock, but as soon as her hand wrapped around it it became the center of the world to him. Misato could see the gears turning in his head as he desperately tried to reconcile the pain and betrayal he had felt with the way he was responding to it. She ever-so-slowly began to slide her hand up and down his shaft, picking a rhythm that opposed the thrusting of her dildo. Shinji audibly gasped. “Read, Shinji. Two more to go, then you start over.”
            “Seven: I would be happiest serving as Misato’s slave, taking care of her every need and placing my trust in her to look after every need of mine…Eight: I am a good person who deserves to be happy… what?”
            The list had been Ritsuko’s idea. Basically they wanted to intertwine statements that he would automatically accept, such as wanting to make others happy, with others that he would need to learn to accept in order for this to work. The initial list they had come up with was only seven items long. The last one had been something Misato came up with only hours before she had confronted Shinji. It was in many ways the simplest of the bunch, but she knew it would also be the hardest for him to accept.
            “It’s true, Shinji. Every one of those is true, but the eighth one especially so.” He didn’t say anything in reply. “Mark my words, one day you’ll believe that. Now start again!”
            They fell into a routine: him reading each point on the list, her pushing in and out of his ass. Occasionally she would stroke his cock as a way of reinforcement, but she had to be careful. She wanted him to be desperately turned on, but an orgasm would get rid of that wonderful fog of arousal that made him so malleable and open to her words. To her amazement, by the ninth repetition of the list he was so horny that he started unconsciously thrusting his hips back against the strap-on. Never in her wildest imagination could she have seen Shinji actually enjoying being anally before his real training had even begun. He’s going to be perfect, she thought to herself with a pleased smile.
            Gradually, he began to repeat each line with greater conviction. Statements about being her slave and being turned on by bondage fantasies had shocked him at first, but he warmed to them and soon came to accept them as at least somewhat true. As Misato had expected, the last item did not become any less hard for him to accept, but she had faith that with time she could overcome his cripplingly low sense of self-esteem.
            By the time that she became too tired to continue reaming Shinji’s ass, she was confident that the boy’s initial resistance had been thoroughly obliterated. With a sigh of satisfaction, she pulled out one last time and stood, almost falling over when her legs proved a bit wobblier than she had expected. She looked down at her newly broken pet and was pleased to see that he remained meekly in position, awaiting further command. She idly wondered how long he would stay there, on all fours with his ass in the air like a bitch in heat, if she simply left him there. “Get on your knees, Shinji,” she said, with a new tone of gentleness in her voice. She frowned at his attempt to comply. “No, spread your knees apart. Wider. Now lace your fingers behind your head. Eyes to the floor. Good boy.”
            She took a moment to admire his displayed form. For a kid, he had a pretty good body. Nice and toned in a way that looks amazing when they kneel. His cock was perhaps a little above average for someone his age, but that wasn’t saying much. It suited his small frame, though. As a pro-domme she had always preferred men shorter than her. They were much easier to throw around and manhandle. Fuck, I’m hot, she thought to herself. If I don’t get him out of here soon I’m gonna rape his face and I need to make him feel like he has to earn that privilege first.
            “Now, Shinji,” said Misato. “Do you willingly accept me as your mistress and owner? Do you trust me to take care of you for as long as you offer me your unwavering obedience?” The moment of truth. This was the first time that night that she had given him the opportunity to say no and actually be listened to.
            It came as no surprise when he let out a quiet but solid “yes.”
            “Yes, what, slave?”
            “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, this time with much more force. She couldn’t help but grin. Tomorrow he would almost certainly regain some of his stubborn independence—it was far too optimistic to expect that he was a fully realized submissive already—but she knew that when that happened it would be in a much weaker and more easily defeated form. The hard part was over. She carefully unlatched the strap-on harness and pulled the dildo free, eying the brown streaks along its shaft with distaste.
            “Now I want you to crawl with this into the bathroom and clean it off. Use lots of soap and hot water. Then go to your room and hold onto it as you fall asleep.” At his confused expression she laughed, “I figured you might want some cuddle time with your new best friend!
          “Your training begins tomorrow morning. I’ve already contacted your school and NERV. They both expect you to be out for the next week.” Shinji could only nod dumbly, clearly feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Now take this and go.”
            The young pilot took the phallus from her hand and stared at it in amazement, no doubt marveling that the whole thing had been inside of him. But then he realized a problem. “But Mistress…”
            “Yes, pet?”
            “How can I crawl and carry this at the same time.”
            Misato smirked at his conundrum. “Well you have two choices: you can shove it back up your ass or you can carry it in your mouth like a dog with a bone.”
            Shinji’s eyes went wide as he considered his options. Neither option had any appeal to him. In the end he settled on grabbing it with his teeth in the least filthy spot he could find. His face burning with humiliation, he began the awkward crawl out into the hallway.
            “Goodnight, pet,” Misato said affectionately.
            “Fuhdnite Mishtresh.”
            Trying to suppress her excitement, Misato closed the door to her room and carefully stripped out of her ‘domme outfit’ and into a more comfortable pair of pajamas. She had no intention of dressing up in fetishwear 24/7, it was all way too uncomfortable for prolonged use, but tonight she had needed to go for something truly intimidating. Ritsuko had said something about possibly getting NERV to cover expenses for a whole new dungeon full of BDSM gear (she had no idea how her friend planned on explaining that to the budget department, but wasn’t about to ask) so maybe then she could get something that looked sexy and in charge but didn’t torture her feet or give her serious camel toe.
            Before climbing into the comfy covers of her futon, she grabbed two very important items: her laptop and her best vibrator. She booted up the laptop and opened a special application that had been supplied to her along with several pinhole spy cameras by an old fuckbuddy from Section 2. She was aware that spying on Shinji might seem a bit obsessive to some, but it was important to his training that she be able to monitor his behavior around the apartment even when she wasn’t there. Outside her room she heard Shinji exit the bathroom, having completed his task. She couldn’t resist a sadistic little giggle as she recalled the look on his face as he carried that shit-stained dildo in his mouth. The fact that his cock was still rock hard made it all the more priceless.
            She enlarged the window for the camera in Shinji’s room as she saw him crawl in, noting with pleasure that he still carried the now-clean dildo in his mouth. He was so adorable, her little pet. Brutalized, humiliated, emasculated, and now forced to crawl around like a dog. She brought the vibrator under her nightie and slid it easily into her dripping snatch. She turned the switch and let out a loud moan as it buzzed to life. The vibe had a delightful little extension at the base that nestled right up against her clit and drove her wild. It used to be that she had to bite her pillow to keep her ward from overhearing her, but now it no longer mattered. In fact, she wanted him to hear her moans of ecstasy. It would do him good to know that his ordeal had caused her such tremendous orgasms while simultaneously frustrating him to no end. She moaned again, loud enough to make a porn star blush. Sure enough, a glimpse at the monitor showed that her new pet had begun furiously stroking his cock. Hilariously, he hadn’t even made it into bed, but was now sitting on the floor with the fake cock still wedged between his teeth.
            He better not leave any teeth marks was her last thought before a mindblowing orgasm hit. “Oh, ah, ohhhhhh!” she cried as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body. Her abdomen spasmed uncontrollably as she lost herself in the storm of sexual energy. It seemed to last an eternity, but eventually she began to come back down to earth. Panting with blissful exhaustion, she looked up toward the ceiling and smiled. At some point the vibrator had slipped out of her and was now happily humming against her thigh. She was still somewhat excited, but knew her cunt would be far too sensitive at the moment for another round. She turned her head to look at the display. Shinji, too, had climaxed and was now lying on the floor, completely spent. In the dim light she could just make out the numerous ropes of semen that covered his chest. Hope you enjoyed that, Shinji, she thought as she switched the vibrator off and began to drift into a comfortable slumber. It’s the last orgasm you’ll even have without my explicit permission.
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