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The technical equipment was just finished getting set up, a handful of screens blinked on and off as Amanda futzed with the controls. Behind her, Hoffman made last minute checks and adjustments to the platform he and Detective Eric Matthews would be sharing this time tomorrow. He was reassured his part of the trap wouldn’t be functional, that he’d be reasonably safe given the nature of the game. Mark had fucked up more than his fair share in his life, but he wasn’t stupid enough to trust John fucking Kramer at his word. So he checked the electrics. And checked again.
Amanda watched him with a sly smirk. What he called caution she called paranoia, even if she knew it was warranted; she thought about the trap she’d put him in more than once. She trusted John with anything, she’d give him anything he asked. But one thing he couldn’t bring her around on; bringing Hoffman into this was a mistake. He was a dumb brute, the best thing that came from him walking into their lives was now she didn’t have to half drag the test subjects by herself.
Her steps echoed in the room, she crossed her arms and watched the detective's lips pout in thought as he looked over the chair.
“Hop in.”
He pulled out of his thoughts and gave her a snide look. The only look he was capable of giving her. She didn’t budge under the glare.
“Why would I do that?”
She stepped up to the platform and smiled condescendingly, speaking slowly.
“Want to make sure you can actually get out of the restraints? Or do you want to risk being stuck here after it all goes down?”
Hoffman eyed the chair suspiciously. Amanda was a whole other side of shit, he trusted her about as far as he could throw her. He knew once John kicked it, it was gonna be him or her, and it certainly wasn’t going to be him. He worked hard to cover his tracks, he had a life worth living. He wasn’t a waste like her. And he was very sure when the time came, he would enjoy wiping the brat off the face of the planet. He fumbled with the straps on the arms and considered.
She rolled her eyes and waited on him, an amused look following his every move. Eventually with a grimace he sat in the chair and began trying out the straps. Amanda knelt down and locked the leg restraints in place, then she took the arm cuff from him and buckled it. He watched her close, waiting for any sign that she was trying something. Not close enough. She moved on to his other arm so quickly that by the time she was pulling that strap tight, Hoffman realized he couldn’t budge.
He yanked hard against his restraints, panic starting to build as Amanda chuckled over him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Ignoring him completely, she pulled out a length of red fabric. He leaned as far away from her as the chair allowed when she approached, but could do nothing to stop her forcing the gag into his mouth.
“There we go,” she said happily, tying the knot tight. “You look better like this.”
She gave his cheek a sharp slap.
“Definitely better like this.”
He garbled muffled obscenities at her while she circled him, trailing a finger across his shoulder.
“You know you actually look kinda pretty when you shut the fuck up.”
She stepped down and stood in front of him, checking out her handiwork and watching the panic turn into fear and rage. He tossed and thrashed his arms trying to free himself with no luck. Amanda laughed at his struggling, then kicked off her shoes and undid the button of her jeans. She had them nearly completely off before she had his attention, but boy did she have it. He watched her, frozen, with not the clearest expression on his gagged face. She tossed the jeans aside and stood for a moment drinking in his stare, she noticed him breathe a little harder as she got closer to him.
She straddled his lap and grabbed the back of his head, her other hand grabbed his jaw and twisted his face around for her to admire.
“Are you a fun little toy?” She asked, rolling her hips once and already finding what she was looking for. He was hard as a rock and actually trembling beneath her. She kept a hand at his throat while she fumbled with his belt, working his pants down enough to pull him out. She didn’t think she’d ever given Hoffmans cock a single thought before, but holding the mass in her hands she found she was pleasantly unsurprised at what he was packing; nice and thick, just like him.
“Hmm, would you look at that? So eager to please?”
He watched her with an unchanged dumbfounded expression, but once she began to stroke him he couldn’t stop his eyes from fluttering back just a sec. He swallowed hard, a cocktail of terror and lust made him dizzy, Amanda being particularly good at what she was doing to him wasn’t helpful. She squeezed his throat as she pumped him harder, her lips parted in a lazy smile while she watched his face intently.
Despite himself, his hips moved to meet her touch. At least he was trying not to groan against his gag, but her laugh told him everything she was doing to him was written plainly on his face.
With little warning Amanda lifted herself up and lined his cock up to her entrance. She held his throat still and licked his lips before settling down, grinding him deep inside her. With the gag prying his mouth open there was no way to hide his reaction, he gasped and moaned at the feeling of her squeezing tight around him.
Amanda made no effort to suppress any reaction, she let out half choked moans, tossing her head back and picking up her pace.
“Shit…” she gasped, looking down at Hoffman, his face starting to turn colors under her grip. She let him go and held onto the back of the chair as she fucked him harder.
“I always knew you were just a useless fuck.” She said in a breathy laugh, reaching down with one hand to work small circles around her clit. Almost immediately she let out a strangled cry and bucked against him erratically for a moment before coming down and returning to a rhythmic pace. She grabbed his jaw and forced his eyes to meet hers.
“Finally figured out what you’re good for.” Her voice was shaking, the tension she had just released wound up again quickly, she was almost panicky while she chased her second high.
“Grunt work,” she gasped, his cock stretching her tight in all the right ways. He tensed and groaned under her, anything he tried to say to her was swallowed in his gag, but his reactions were the furthest thing from her mind. She only noticed how good he felt inside her, only focused on getting him deeper, fucking him harder. They were miles from anyone or anything, and Amanda took full advantage of the privacy; her insatiable moans and the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the empty room.
“God I should just leave you like this, you make such a good fuck toy.”
She felt him flex hard inside her. He was breathing hard, eyes glazed over watching her ride him mercilessly.
“You’d like that huh? Finally be something meaningful? Maybe I should throw you in a room somewhere, take you out when I wanna play.”
Her thoughts burned white hot for the second time, completely lost to the pleasure of using Hoffman like her personal toy.
“Ah- Fuck,” her legs shook under her weight, she managed a handful of hard thrusts before all she could do was hang limply against him and spasm against his cock. He made what little movements he was capable of, clearly chasing his own end. But Amanda didn’t really care about that.
“Fuck,” she repeated when she could catch her breath. She took him by the throat again and smiled down at him. She wanted to kiss him, choke him with her tongue, if it weren’t for the gag and the fact that if he wasn’t making her come she couldn’t stand the sight of him. Instead she slapped his face hard then yanked it back to look into his eyes.
“What a good bound bitch.” she laughed, then slid off of his lap slowly.
She barely gave him a second glance, leaving him to his muffled protests, his cock still hard in his lap.
“I’ll come let you out later,” she said, picking up her discarded jeans. “Maybe after round two. Or maybe I’ll leave you there till the game starts, see what Eric Matthews has to say about that sight-”
A crashing sound came from behind her, breaking wood and metal slamming down on the platform thundered off the walls. She whirled around a second too late, Hoffman, still gagged and with parts of his leather restraints locked around his wrists, was immediately on her, knocking her to the ground and straddling her. His hand went for her throat and held her down while the other worked on undoing his gag. He looked pissed, and for a second all the fun of her little game washed out, wondering if he was gonna kill her for it.
She raked her nails against his neck and squirmed out of his grasp, only for him to catch her by her hips as she tried to crawl away and yank her back to him.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He pressed her head to the concrete floor and hiked her ass up, his hands roughly groping her pussy, two thick fingers assaulting her.
“You think you get to fucking use me and get away with it bitch?”
Just as she was completely unconcerned for whatever pleasure he got from her, he clearly didn’t pay any mind to her strangled and pained cry.
“You think you just get to fuck me and walk away?” His teeth grit harder with each word, his fingers pumping hard inside her, his thumb pressing down on her sensitive clit.
Amanda cried out, her hands clawing at the floor to find something to steady herself. His fingers curled inside her painfully and wonderfully, overwhelming her to the point she didn’t have the stamina to do more than take it.
“Fuck..” he muttered behind her as he pulled out his fingers. His belt jingled and just as she realized what he was about to do he pressed his cock into her, groaning as loudly as she had. He pulled her hips into each thrust, driving himself deeper than she had been able to while riding him. She didn’t think he could have gotten deeper, but his continued assault only went harder until his pelvis was slamming against her ass.
“You fucking wanted it? You’re gonna take all of it.”
Amanda tried saying words like ‘fuck you’ and ‘fuck me’, each time they were lost in her feverish gasps and swallowed by the concrete now soaked in her sweat and drool. The part of her brain that still had senses thought it was good he was fucking her so hard she couldn’t form words; it was bad enough that he could hear how much she was enjoying this, if she could beg for him she would, and she’d never live that down. She’d definitely have to kill him then.
She heard the smirk on his lips in every grunt she could hear above her own.
“The best you’ve ever had it, huh slut?” His nails bit hard into her hips, he didn’t care about the response she couldn’t give. She’d already brought him so damn close to the edge, just to try and leave him high and dry. He wished he could hold out longer, he wanted her to feel this for the next week, to have to crawl out of this room sore and used. What he lacked in time he would make up for with brute force.
He pulled her into a handful of hard thrusts, the last earning a scream from the whore writhing under him. She screamed again when he grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her to her knees.
She glared up at him as he stood, her nails digging into his hand trying to pry his fingers off. She settled down when he pulled her close, his cock in hand.
The shitty look she gave him didn’t change, but she seemed eager for what he intended. She was certainly salivating enough for it. He stopped just short of her lips, then twisted her head to look up at him. She gasped at the pain.
“You bite my dick and I’ll snap your fucking neck, understand?”
She gave him a challenging smile. Before she could make a retort he pushed her head down on his cock. He kept a tight grip on the back of her head and worked her up and down his length, both of them locked in the other's hateful glare, even as her eyes welled with tears from choking on him. Her throat ached, she felt a tight sting every time Hoffman pushed deeper, she wondered if he was going to rip her open making her take him.
When his own end was finally near, he held Amanda's head still and fucked her mouth hard. He gagged her with his cock, chuckling at the sensation of her throat humming around him as she tried to get words out.
“That's right, choke on it bitch.”
He thrust twice more before going as deep as she could take him, cum spasming down her throat as she tried pointlessly to push him off and out of her. She could feel the size of the load and when he finally relented and released her, dropping to the floor with her, every drop that didn’t make it down came sputtering out onto the concrete.
She coughed and crawled a step away to catch her breath. Without the pleasure and pain of his assault she was beginning to feel the full brunt of what he put her body through.
Hoffman leaned back onto his arms, watching Amanda catch her breath while he caught his. He eyed her as she rubbed her throat and wondered if he could be ready for another round before she could recover from this one.
As if sensing the thought her head snapped to him.
“You’re a piece of shit,” her voice was weak and broken, blotches on her neck and hips already turning a nasty shade of blue.
His stomach dropped at that sight, suddenly wondering what John might do when he found out what happened, what he had done to Amanda. He doubted John would put much weight in what she did to him first.
“You’re the slut who enjoyed it.” He said it just as much to reassure himself as he did to taunt her. A silent moment passed between them before Amanda got up and walked to her discarded jeans. Without another look, without another word, they redressed and finished their remaining tasks for the game, both lost in a shared thought.
“Wouldn’t mind doing that again before I kill ‘em.”