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When she wasn't going on one of their 'little adventures' to pass the time, Gangle kept a wide berth from Jax. It wasn't really a secret that he was infuriating at the best of times, let alone dealing with him when they were already stuck here. He seemed like the type she might have avoided in her old body, from what she could recall anyway. Given how often they were forced to talk to one another, the little gripes and disputes they would have with one another would slowly fester into outright resentment overtime. She was sure that there would have been infighting already if it didn't increase one's likeliness to descend into abstraction. So a lot of them kept their real feelings locked up inside, or to only be revealed in the relative safety of their private rooms.
She was already pretty moody already. She had been emotionally unstable before she accidentally found her way stuck in this digital hell. But her new body played with her emotional extremes rather sadistically. The momentary mania and joy, exhilaration even when she had her comedy mask, felt worse when people (Jax)
would break the mask on purpose. Leaving her with the lasting depression, anxiety and ongoing despair of her tragedy mask.
It may have been Jax's own way of coping with their situation. They were all in the same boat, after all. She didn't really remember how long they had all been here. They were all growing numb to Jax's antics over time. But that only ment that he had to keep one upping himself to get a momentary thrill out of his schemes.
As one of the more reactive members of their little circus troupe, this made her the target of increasing levels of bullying. Since nobody cared to comment on her situation, stuck in their own pits of gloom or risked endangering their own mental health and the possibility of abstracting. They kept themselves out of it most of the time. It hurt that nobody would call him out for picking on anyone that wasn't, themselves. But she guessed she could understand.
She at least had Ragatha and Pomni to talk to.
Gangle wasn't exactly extroverted, but it was better than being alone. More social interaction made her less likely to become abstracted, which was always a positive. She was usually filled with crippling: panic, sadness and self loathing whenever she did so, but that was beside the point. At least she was still here, at least she was herself or whatever ribbon made monstrosity her body was now.
She was adamant on not socializing with the rabbit unless she was made to. When she wasn't locked safely in her room. She was talking to the others, consisting of anyone, but him. It was babyish, but with the others becoming bored and numb to his pranks. Gangle however, had become hypersensitive to them, feeling the growing sense of unease or danger whenever he was around her. He, of course, found this hilarious and zeroed in on her weakness as a form of entertainment. He was slowly making it his mission to drive her insane for his own sick benefit.
She rubbed her own ribbon ends together,
holding her own hand and breathing a little ruggedly as she checked around the corner to see if he was there.Gangle bounced on her ribbon limbs as she walked, they were firm but springy to walk on.
Luckily enough, it was only Zooble. They shared light banter on occasion, it was rare to see them venturing out of their room for any reason. So she enjoyed seeing their gathering of shapes and parts ment to resemble a form. Mostly talking about their shared agitation or hesitation to participate in that day's activities. Gangle respected their bold behaviour, she saw the other as self-assured and confident, if not a little agitated. They'd lash out at her cowardly behaviour on occasion, but were mostly nice. They greeted her with an unenthused look.
"Hay... have you had a chance to talk to the newbie yet?"
"We talked a little. But I can't help, but think she's annoyed by me. Y-you haven't seen Jax anywhere, have you?"
She let out a soft whimper and rubbed more tears out of her eyes.
"Pfft no. As if I talk to that jerk. I haven't seen him up yet." Zooble struggled and rolled her eyes.
"Awe.. that's good. He's been picking on me a lot lately. I hope I haven't upset him. It's like he has a vendetta against me."
Her face dropped into a tiny frown, and she bawled her body closer to her chest, weeping a little more.
"If you called him out on his [B-------] I'm sure he'd back off. He just likes to get the reaction out of you."
"I know that. But I don't wanna make him mad. Plus, we all should be in this together. I don't wanna make any enemies."
"Whatever you say, but if it was me, I wouldn't---"
"HAY Zooble. What are you guys doing just standing around here?"
"I wasn't I was just--"
Gangle replied, rushed and erratic.
"Was somebody talking to you?" He snapped harshly.
"Well, but you said---"
"You seem a little more talkative than usual, cry baby. Aren't you usually the quiet one?"
He began pinching the top of her mask hard until she yelped out in pain and further backed off.
"Please don't do that. It hurts."
"Pfft I know. Why do you think I do it? 's funny to watch you squeal."
"Jax quit being a [D---]"
"Why, you gonna stop me?"
"No, but you'll regret it when you end up alone and abstracted."
"Wah Wah I'm so scared. Ain't like you can avoid me for an eternity. Besides, it's no big deal, right Gangle? Nothing wrong with a bit of harmless teasing."
"Ah yeah...harmless."
"Good, glad we're on the same page."
He accentuated the last word by bringing up his elbows, knocking Gangle forward in the process. He let out a chuckle and looked down at her with a casual smirk. She was in a pile of ribbon with her mask over top of her.
"Pick yourself up, cry baby. You sure are clumsy."
"A-I'm sorry."
"S'alright, I forgive you."
Jax looked down at the pile of ribbons, he considered kicking it, but he was sure he had done that before. Leaving spiders in her room, setting up traps, hiding her masks or locking her
out of her room was getting so old by now. It was becoming old, she was becoming stale and boring to mess with. He couldn't help but think he had become more aggressive and violent lately, but so what, she had it coming by being so irritating. It was then that he had an idea. Something thrilling he could do to her that he hadn't tried yet. His smirk shrunk and went to the side, his pupils going up in thought. Before, he extended a wide smile, holding out his hand towards Gangle.
"Hay you want a help up?"
"Y-yes thank-thank you Jax."
She said through tearful sniffles. She had expected him to let go midway, push her back to the ground, say that she was so weak she should be glad he bothered. Some other form of terrible, unearned derision or bullying. But to her surprise, he patted her back, the ribbons bouncing back into place as his pawed hands patted her gently.
She almost wished he had. Zooble seemed as surprised as she was, looking at him with wide
eyes of surprise before squinting in suspicion.
"Whhhaaaat? I can't help out a friend?"
"You don't have friends." Zooble corrected.
"Do too. We're friends. Right, Gangle?"
"Mhm." She nodded tentatively.
"You know I'm just playing, right? I don't mean to make you upset. I can stop if you want."
"Ah~ Really, that would be great. I don't find it funny, sometimes. A- well, sometimes it feels like you're singling me out and being nasty on purpose."
She admitted.
"Ah damn.. well if you say it's really hurting your feelings, I won't do it anymore. We can be nice to one another like friends, right?"
He bowed down a little and rubbed his purple cheek up against her hold white pottery pane. It
had a sort of peppy familiarity that just seemed off for him. It felt weird and uncomfortably intimate. But it wasn’t painful or cruel. She had missed being touched kind and gently like that.
"See Zooble. You shouldn't criticize others just cause you're a lonely, friendless loser."
"What did you just call me?"
"Urgh just looking at you is giving me a headache. Wanna get out of here?"
He looked down at Gangle.
"Me?"
"Yeah... I mean, since we're making up, I thought I'd do something nice for you."
"Really? Like what?"
"Hmm, well what was that dumb cartoon thing you like so much? The one you have pictures of all around your room..."
"You mean anime?
"Yeaaaah that's right. I've got some of that creative stuff in my room. So I was thinking you could teach me to draw a thing or too. Can't be worse than looking at Zooble forever."
Zooble just gave a grunt of annoyance. It was easy to annoy him, being openly obnoxious. A reaction was what he wanted, and they were too tired of his presence to care. If he went away from them, all the better.
"That's not very nice, Jax. But.. but if you wanted, I wouldn't mind teaching you to draw."
"Greeeeeaaaat."
He quickly looped a long slender arm around Gangle's back as she flinched in alarm. But she wasn't one for confrontation or looking a gift horse in the mouth. It would keep him contented and away from actively harassing her, it wouldn't be so bad to pass the time.
The circus tent was pretty easy to get around, the places they cared to go weren't that far apart from one another. But the silent walk, with his smug expression, made her all the more uneasy. It may as well have taken hours, every second of walking uncertainty to his room felt like hours. That he was staring at her more than usual. She didn't know where to put her hands. Waiting for him to jab her in her ribboned ribs or make more snide comments about how she was acting or the tears falling consistently down her face.
As they were walking, they entered the long corridor down to where their rooms were.
"You know.. I actually don't mind hearing you cry. Your whimpering can be kinda cute sometimes."
"I- really?"
"Sure, why do you think I'm always breaking your mask. That, and it's funny."
"Thanks Jax."
"Don't mention it."
"Hello handsome~"
He greeted his grinning face on the door. Pulling a key out of his pocket and unlocking it.
He held the door open, bowing a little snarkily.
"Ladies first."
She just stood there, knowing it was another prank, looking blankly at him, unsure of what to do.
"Well, you gonna just stare at it? That's not very polite of you, Gangle."
He wasn't calling her cry baby like he usually did. It may have been small, but it ment a lot to her. She guessed he was being genuinely nice this time.
She went in and sat on the red bed, keeping her limbs in closed and tightly together. Gangle looked around the room while Jax shut the door. She stopped paying attention to him, while she quickly whipped her eyes back and forth. No pens, pencils.. paper, nothing to draw with at all.
"Where's your stuff? I thought we were going to draw."
"Someone's eager. You like doing stuff with me, then?
"Well no I.. Yes, but--"
"Then what's the rush?
We got alllll the time in the world."
"I guess so."
He sat beside her on the bed and wrapped those long purple arms around her again, chuckling slightly. His gloves moved over her arms and back in a way she didn't really like. It wasn't harsh or painful, but it did seem slightly threatening. His body seemed so much bigger and more threatening than hers. They were practically the same height, but while he stood up tall with a straight back and confident body language. She curled in on herself, cowering, curling her limbs inwards, shrivled and small and closed off to the world. When she was bent
forward like this, the top of her mask only reached his shoulders. Did he always come off so intimating?
"J-jax?"
"Hay what you shaking for? Damn, you can be a nervous wreck sometimes. I'm only holding you."
"Well- You're too close. I don't like it."
"I'm barely touching you. Ha, it's not like anyone else would touch you. You're so freaky.. my hand can go right through."
He put his hand through her ribbons, wiggling his fingers on the other side and reaching straight through. When his knuckles touched her inner curls lightly, it tickled.
"Nnagh~ Don't do that. It's weird."
"Stop whining. If we're going to get along, you better suck it up."
"Ah... ok."
"Must be weird having a body like that, hm? I mean, what would happen if I--"
He skidded his face across the pane of her pottery face and slightly opened his mouth, licking down the rim.
"Stop. I said don't-I don't like it. You're making me uncomfortable."
Gangle scooched back on the bed, shaking her firmly.
"What you gonna stop me?"
"I'll leave!"
"Y'can't I locked the door when you weren't looking."
"Are we going to draw or not?"
"Aha haha. Of course not. I just needed a reason to get you in here. Why the hell would I want to learn how to draw what you draw? You think I
like your kiddie scribbles."
"Get your hands off me [F-----]"
He managed to lock her hands up either side of her head, putting her on her back on the bed with him on top.
"Damn, getting a little agitated, aren't we? What's wrong, are you scared I'll hurt you?"
He teased.
"...Pull your ribbons out or break your mask?"
"Pl-please don't Jax. Please, this isn't funny."
"This isn't a prank."
He said flatly, not sporting his usual wide grin.
"I.. I wanna go Jax. Please just let me up."
He wound some of her ribbons up around his finger and let the soft material twang back into place. It didn't hurt her, but it was vaguely threatening and violating to watch him play with her arms like that.
"I'll let you go.. but you need to do something for me first."
"What could you want from me?"
He stroked down over the bottom of her chin, skidding under the underside of her mask.
"Don't be coy. I'm sure you could guess, cry baby...I wonder how tight I could make you if I pulled your ribbons up reeeaaaal tense."
"AH WHAT? Nngh agh. No, let me up. I don't- Please."
"Don't be so difficult. What the hell you gonna do, swear at me some more? Besides, I like it when you squirm... [F---] turns me on. Seeing you cry, seeing your pain, stirs something up in me.
"I don't want to."
"You don't have much of a choice. Ugly as you are like this, you got me all curious."
He began to run his gloved hands down her body, first down her front and then squeezing her hips. The more he pressed in, the more shapley her curves became.
"Damn, I can make you look anyway I want. Hold still, this might pull a little."
A few knots and pulls later, with her groaning out in pain, he tightened the strings of her waist and did up a few knots and bows. Until the shape would hold how he wanted. Pretty much an hourglass waist. Perfect, slim and sexy.
"Aah undo them.. it feels like it's crushing my insides. It huurrts."
"Oh please. You never looked so cute."
She was crying harder now, tears running down her white cheeks, falling and dripping onto the red material and darkening it a little.
"Stop [B----]ing. Tch, I'm helping you. You look a lot prettier like this."
He flicked the tight red ribbons that were forming her thin waist and she screamed out in pain.
He could feel his private parts throb, a warm delighted feeling pool in his tummy when she cried and wailed out in agony. If anything, he wanted to see more of that.
"Aw why are you crying so hard like that. It can't hurt that much, can it?"
Another flick, a few pokes and a push on the tensed wound up ribbon.
"I-it does pleeease stop."
"Start making me feel good, and I might not have to hurt you so bad. I mean, it's not like this is rape, you barely have a body to speak of."
He remarked, becoming all the more confident the more he did to her.
"You're wound up super tight down there now, right? I like it."
His fingers skidded along the ropes tight together that formed the outline of her thighs. Going up to where her private area would be..
were she anything close to human.
"DON'T NOT THERE--- aaagh nnnngh mmmgh!"
He put one hand over her mask, not enough to stop the noises, just to muffle them and leave her feeling more helpless.
"Mm~ Let me work this out. If this is your thighs and this is your tummy. Then..."
With her bound this tightly and her body pressed together, he pressed a hole where her womanhood might be, between two bits of ribbon that made up her private area.
"This must be your [P----]. Mhm, too bad you can't feel any pleasure, right? Damn, guess this is gonna be more fun for me than for you."
"Nnnnnngh mmmfgh aaagh nnngh~"
He heard her wail. Tears wetting the tips of his fingers through his yellow gloves.
"Keep making those sounds. Their adorable."
He took some time to bring his hand up to stroke over her chest where her breasts might be grabbing the ribbon making two bunches either side, melding them into clumps around her chest area. The shape made them look like round, circular breasts.
"If I knew I could get your body to look like this, I'd have made a move sooner."
She didn't reply, just hysterically crying and wailing under his hand over her mouth. Begging him to stop, begging him to undo the knots and let her out from underneath him.
"If you stop crying out, maybe I'll let you go.. maybe."
She, of course, naively stopped crying, just looking for anyway out of this. Any way she could get him to get his filthy hands off her ribbons and curled limbs.
He took the chance to take in the redness of a blush on her sickly white mask. Tears pouring down over her face and down over her red body,
coating them both in her misery. Her mouth was a tiny frown, sniffling, drawing in breaths and being unable to hold any eye contact with him. Looking down at her body in shame.
"Alright, that's enough teasing. Wanna see what you're dealing with?"
He unbuttoned the golden buttons of his overalls, the straps falling off his shoulders. He pulled the rest of the material off, so his thin purple was on full display.
He chuckled maliciously as she began crying harder. He put a hand on her face, rubbing her cheeks almost affectionately. Gangle was practically hyperventilating and obviously becoming more distressed and traumatized by the second. He was exposing himself to her like she was a toy or an object. She'd say he didn't care. But he seemed to observe her reactions with great intrigue, looking deep into her eyes and tightening his grip on her with barely withheld excitement.
"You have no idea how turned on this makes me.
Dunno if we'll get to the actual act. Making you scream in pain is getting me so wound up."
He removed his hand from her mouth. She had a little more air in her lungs now. Not that she needed to breathe. It didn't mean she wasn't having a meltdown.
He was doing more touching, pulling at the ribbons harshly and prodding stretching. He widened the part he was going to enter, testing it with his fingers to make sure it was nice and snug.
His naked body looked fairly average slim and of course purple, no pubic hair to be seen. But that wasn't strange, any hair they all had would be a block colour of 1s and 0s. Not much muscle, just a lithe chest. Her eyes didn't pay much attention to his body though, instead her eyes were on his bulging erection. It was large and fully engorged. He pulled it forward when he was touching it, but when he wasn't, it slapped against his tummy. It was twitching and straight, his balls below were tight, the same purple hue.
"See something you like, big, isn't it? If I'm not careful, it'll go right through you, but pretty sure the knots will hold you closed. You're welcome, cry baby."
He remarked.
"Nngh~ Don't. I don't want to- Please, Jax please!"
He didn't seem to be listening to her, even if he was, he didn't plan on stopping.
He pressed inside, making her yelp. She whined and squirmed under him, as he pressed inside the tight sleeve between her wound up ribbons.
"That feels weird.. please, when you pull it tight like that, it hurts. I- if you're going to. Please at least be a little more gentle. It's tender."
She begged, turning her head away, so she didn't have to look, and trying to close her eyes and escape internally.
"Save your breath, this is great for me. [F---] didn't know I could feel much of anything anymore.
Damn your tight."
She could hear the filthy sounds of what sounded like something wet and sticky slinking and gyrating in and out from between her legs. She shook her head 'no' her entire body quivering and tensing up in pain. Every time he touched that part, he would pull and it would hurt.
He felt her shivering and clenching and unclenching her ribbons, pulling taut and then going slacker.
"You're doing great for me, doll face. That's right, just keep taking it. Just like that."
He was casually thrusting in and out, his junk sometimes coming out and hitting the solid part of her ribbons before going back in. Felt good... felt so good. He began fucking her slit quicker, his balls bouncing against the wound up parts of her ribbons. She let out soft coos and squeals of pain. Eventually, growing numb to the sensation and becoming more silent.
"Aah baby, I'm-I'm close. Want me to spurt inside of you? Cover you in my [C--]"
"Nnngh-- noo please don't."
He took that as a welcome invitation, to finishing inside. The white, shiny liquid drooled out of his tip all over most of her lower body. He made sure to aim it, so it would pool on her insides and not leak out of the back of any open parts of her wound up fuck hole.
"Nnngh aahh oh oh wow."
He curled his head up into her neck, biting on the ribbons there. Enough to make her squeak and jolt upwards.
"You're a real good [F---] for someone who's only cords."
He grasped her butt in one hand, pressing onto the tight material and shaping out a squishy rump.
"You want out? OK.. cause I'm nice."
He undid the bows tight wrapping and wound up the ribbon, and her body went back to normal shape. Wet liquid was all over her bottom most loop making her feel used and dirty.
"Give me a kiss doll face, and you can have the key."
He pointed to his cheek with one finger and waited expectedly.
She was done with fighting at this point. She just wanted to leave and be done with his. Her white miserable mask pressed a kiss to his rounded cheek.
"Hay, your mask is kinda warm... you should get that checked out with Caine."
He chucked the key onto the red floor, before laying back on his bed, still naked.
"Take it and go... But don't think you're keeping it, I'll snatch it back later."
He gave her a waggle of his fingers, waving to her as she dipped to the floor and went to leave. She didn't look back at him, making his mouth curl into a frown. He cupped his hand around his mouth to make his voice louder.
"See you later, cry baby."