Subdue

"You know there's no one coming for you, don't you?"

Maka didn't say anything as Medusa pinned her face-first to the wall, lips and breath teasing the sensitive rim of her ear. She hated this, the position the witch now inhabiting Arachne's body had put her in, but she just had to abide it for now.

If letting Medusa... do this every single wretched night meant that at least Chrona would be safe, she could endure it. As if reading her thoughts, Medusa's cold laughter cut throught the Meister like a knife.

"Oh, you're a strong one... Tough and intelligent and..." At this she slid a hand promptly under Maka's shirt, painted nails dragging across taut pale skin and making Maka go ramrod stiff-- "...adorably naive. I do so love that in my playthings, you know..."

Medusa pressed herself flush against the young girl, delighting in the way Maka always shuddered-- like a scared little mouse uncertain whether to run or not, the indecision that always leads to crushing defeat.

"...It makes breaking them so much fun."

And here she began unfastening the clasps and buttons of Maka's uniform, and no matter how familiar this had all become it still made some dark primal part of her gasp, and even though the last woman she ever wanted to touch her was this horrible monster... she somehow couldn't help feeling the sting of shameful, irrational want.


It was the insanity, she'd convinced herself-- it was wrapping around everything like a suffocating fog, touching everyone-- it was the only reason in the world there was a tiny, horrible part of her that... No. No no no no. Pain and pleasure didn't, wouldn't couldn't mix for her, she knew better than that.

And yet...

A pinch-- or rather, a merciless twist of her nipple-- quickly dragged Maka out of her thoughts, and unprepared she felt herself moan and arch against the witch, an indescribable itch growing between her legs as Medusa's free hand clawed under her skirt.

"Ahh, and here I thought you were trying to distract yourself," Medusa purred in her ear, the sound bizarrely hypnotic in that slow, sultry tone of hers. "...But it looks like Maka-chan is finally starting to enjoy this..."

For a moment Maka didn't trust herself to speak-- any second now the slow teasing stroking of those fingers against her core was going to drive her insane-- so instead she mustered up the strength to give Medusa the cruellest glare she could manage.

"F-fuck you, you b-bitchhhAAAAAhhhooooooo...."

Medusa could only smile imperiously as the girl went limp against her, words trailing off into moans laced with shame, knowing that the way she tightened around her fingers was proof enough of who was really in control here.