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The Princess lays in her bed, reading a book as she winds down for the night. A shadow creeps through the window, and comes to stand in front of her. She jumps and gasps, backing up against the headboard, her book hitting the floor. He smiles and unwinds the rope in his hands, walking closer to her. “Don't scream Princess. Its just me.” He coos, smirking.
Luigi had been her love interest before he was brainwashed and turned into the villain he is today. The cold Mr L. “You arent Luigi anymore. I cant love you like this!” She cries.
He crawls up onto the bed, cornering her. “I was him. But Luigi was weak, and pathetic. I'm so much better.” His voice dripped with disdain. “L-Luigi was a hero, people loved him” her voice shakes as she confronts him, but he continues to advance till he's on top of her, pinning her down as she writhes and pulls at her wrists to attempt to free herself. He pins her wrists up above her head, his free hand binding them together before he moves down. His hands dance over her as she tries to push him off of her, squirming in her frilly nightgown. He growls and holds her down, binding her wrist restraints to her hips and moving down to bind her legs and ankles. She writhes and tugs at the restraints but the knots are tight and the ropes irritate her skin. “You are going to love me again Princess. Even if I have to break you. I'll do whatever it takes.” He whispers into her ear as tears stream down her cheeks. He smiles and shoves a cloth in her mouth, gagging her and tying it around her head. “You're so beautiful like this” He coos, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “All tied up like a present for me~”
He chuckles darkly, his grey dull eyes shining with desire as he gets off of her, hefting her up over his shoulder. He sits down on the edge of the window seal and jumps down, landing in a bush with a huff as she tries to wiggle out of his grip. He walks her to his kart hidden behind the bushes, hopping in and driving to his mansion. As he pulls up he steps out, grabbing her and hefting her over his shoulder once again. “Welcome to my humble abode princess. You're gonna used to this place pretty fast”
She squirms and fights as he walks her into the huge house, guiding her down the halls and into a large but bare room with no windows. He sets her down on the bare mattress in the corner and smiles slyly. He leans against the wall, staring down at her fruitless struggle. Enjoying the way her lace and tulle nightgown leaves little to the imagination. He walks over and unties her gag, pulling the fabric out of her mouth as she growls and gasps softly for air. “What's your plan for me anyways? You going to keep me here? Hurt me?” She sobs, looking up at the masked man standing above her. He grabs her face in one hand, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her close to his own face.
“I'm going to do whatever I please. I'll make you love me again and if you don't I have my ways of… punishment.” He sneers, digging his fingers into the soft skin of her face before pushing her back, releasing her as he stares down at her. He leans down to untie her bindings, watching as she tries to push him back as shes freed. Mr L puts his foot square on her chest, pushing her back and pinning her down under his heel. She gasps, the air being pressed out of her as she grabs at his ankle, pulling at the denim fabric of his jumpsuit. “You listen to me. You are MINE. As of now princess, I own you. And you will do as I say. You will stay in this room unless I request you. I will feed you three times a day and you have access to a bathroom. You should be GRATEFUL that I'm giving you that.” He hisses through his teeth as he presses down against her sternum.
The princess grimaces and gasps under him, squirming before wincing and nodding as he puts more weight on her chest. Seemingly satisfied he removes his foot and stands looming over her as she recovers, coughing and sputtering softly. She sits up, rubbing her chest slowly as she catches her breath. He looks down at her, expecting obedience. The most she could muster was “thank you…” As she looks up at her captor she notices a triumphant glint in his eye and despair sinks into her stomach. This was it, there was nothing she could do. Who knows what Mr L would do to her if she disobeyed and fought back.
He leans down and grabs a handful of her long curly hair, pulling her head back to meet his calculating gaze. He smirks and their lips clash together in a rough claiming kiss, pulling hard on her hair as she resists. He stands, throwing her back down onto the mattress as he scoffs. “Be that way princess. You're still mine. And I'll get my way eventually.” And with that he was gone, the door locked behind him.
The room was dark. The lack of windows making everything feel more enclosed than it was. As she looked around the only things she could even see was the mattress she was laying on, the exit door and another door presumably to the bathroom. She stands, timidly walking over to the bathroom and opening the door. Only to be greeted with a singular light, a toilet in the corner and a shower with no curtain. The bare minimum as to be expected… Closing the door she walks back to try the exit door only to find it securely locked from the other side. Damn.
She walks back to the mattress, sitting down and rubbing the red marks around her wrist from the ropes tied to her just minutes before. Hopeless and exhausted she lays back, staring up at the ceiling. There was nothing to do now. Who knows when he would be back. He said he would feed her but was that even truthful. Hes completely different now. Her love would never do this but that man was gone.
Hours pass. She rolls and turns on the mattress trying to sleep if only to pass the time. But no sleep comes. She couldn't tell how long she laid there. The lack of windows stopping her perception of time. Till eventually the door opens, and she sits up quickly, staring at the masked man now standing in the doorway. He sets a plate down on the floor and once again the door was closed and she was alone. Isolated. She gets up and slowly walks over to the food, looking down at the plate. It wasn't much at all, only a small serving of pasta. If he really was going to feed her three times a day it was probably going to be just enough to survive on. She grabs the plate and the plastic fork and quietly eats. It was good food at least. Pushing the empty plate aside she moved back to the mattress, curling up and hugging her knees. Her entire life was turned upside down in a second. Eventually, though it took hours, she falls asleep. Restless dreams and tossing and turning.
She awakens to the sound of the door opening, Mr L stepping in and standing over her. She looks up, still waking up bleary eyed and tired. He kneels, tipping her head up by her chin. She flinches back and he grabs her face, holding her to look up at him. “Look at you… You've given up haven't you? Are you going to be obedient? You're laying here like a hurt dog. Maybe it's time I make some use of you.” He sighs and pushes her back and she looks up at him supporting herself on her elbows. “What does.. That mean..?” She slowly backs up, cornering herself. But he advances, looming over her, a dark smirk on his face. He couldn't possibly do what he was implying. But as she sits there under him in her revealing nightgown a pit grows in her stomach.
She had never done that with him even when he was Luigi and they were dating. But now he wants to take it from her. Forcefully. She gasps as he grabs her wrists, holding them together above her head as his other hand trails up into the tulle of her nightgown. His gloved fingers slip under the band and caresses her breast as she writhes and pulls against him, tears welling in her eyes. “Let me go! You cant do this!!” She yells and pulls trying to escape the hell that was unfolding, but his grip was strong. “I can too do this. I can do whatever I please. Or have you forgotten that you are MINE.” He leans in, growling in her ear. His mustache tickles her cheek slightly as he gets close. “Now shut up before I give you something to cry about.”
The sound sends a shiver down her spine. She was truly helpless, no way to escape the situation that she was now trapped in. But still she fought, kicking her legs as he moves to straddle her, sitting on top of her, keeping her legs pinned under his weight. She sobbed as he leaned down, kissing and biting roughly at her neck leaving bites, marks, and hickeys all over her skin. Her body reacted positively despite the growing despair she felt. When hes touching her, his hand squeezing her breast, it feels electric. Sparks dancing across her skin making her cry and squirm. Slowly his hand inches back down towards her hips, shifting and pulling her thighs up around his hips, releasing her wrists as he pushes her into the mattress. His growing bulge was pressed against her barely clothed cunt, the thin underwear doing little in the way of modesty.
Yet again her body reacts to the stimulus, betraying her as she cries and screams, her thrashing only pissing Mr L off more and more. Till he grabs her by the hair, standing up and pulling her shaking body up to her feet. He pulls her roughly towards the exit door as she sobs and begs, her hands grabbing at his gloved hand tangled in her long curly hair. “Wait! Where are you taking me? Please please don't hurt me don't do this.” She begs as tears stream down her face. But he just wordlessly continues to drag her down the hallway, stopping at a large door before opening and shoving her inside. Watching as she hits the floor, he locks the door behind them and turns on the light.
The room was large with various terrifying looking instruments littering the room, one lone bed in the middle of everything. “Welcome to my…. Punishment room princess. Hopefully this will teach you to be more cooperative?” He sneers, a cruel smile on his face as he looks down at her trembling form. She looks around the room and sobs, crawling back towards him at his feet, shaking her head. “No please please don't hurt me i-ill do what you say i swear i wont fight please just don't hurt me!” She sobbed, hiccuping and crying at his feet. He stares down at her coldly and laughs, shaking his head. “Its a little late for that baby doll.”
He once again grabs and pulls her by her hair, dragging her across the cold hard ground to a large leather x-cross, roughly grabbing her wrists and securing them, moving to do the same to her ankles next, leaving her spread eagle and squirming. Her masked captor moves to caress her sides, hiking her nightgown up as he does, admiring her trembling body. She pulled her knees together as much as her restraints allowed her to, trying to get any form of decency and keep herself covered.
Mr L just smirks and rips the front of her nightgown, fully exposing her breasts as he tosses the sheer fabric aside. Tears stream down the princesses face while his hands move down to do the same to her underwear, fully unclothing her, staring at her bare form. He grabs the fabric of his grey gloves, puling them off one at a time before trailing his hand down her stomach and towards her core. She sobs aloud pulling and pulling at the restraints, rubbing the skin at her wrists red and bruised. Ignoring her sobs he continues, pushing a finger between her folds and into her, finally penetrating the boundary she never wish crossed. And yet she gasped and shuddered as he fingered her slowly, curling his fingers inside, his free hand moving to her throat and squeezing. She could feel her face heating up, arousal building in her stomach despite the deep disgust accompanying it. Slick coats his hand as he adds another finger, stretching her open earning soft pants and choked moans. He releases her throat and moves to strip himself of his jumpsuit, releasing his hard cock, letting it bounce into place. She whimpered and sobbed hopelessly as she stared. She had never seen him like this even when he was Luigi and they were dating. He was hairy, never bothering to shave anything. Muscular though a little chubby, hiding most of it.
Then reality hit her as he advanced, pushing himself between her legs and rubbing his head against her core, earning weak crys and 'nos' through her sobs. he pushed into her roughly, ignoring her pained cries and the clinking of metal as she yanks at her cuffs again. He leans forward, biting and sucking marks into her skin. Leaving bright bruises in his wake as he trails down to her breast, capturing a nipple in his mouth and biting on the sensitive flesh. She gasps and winces, squirming as he continues his assault, thrusting fast and hard into her. Grabbing at her hips hard enough to bruise, his black painted nails digging into her skin. he starts to pant and groan as he nears his orgasm, feeling her tremble and twitch around his cock.
She knew what was coming, he had no intention of stopping and she knew he wouldn't pull out. Her eyelids flutter, tears pooling and trickling down her face as she nears her orgasm as well. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms as he buries himself to the hilt inside her , cumming hard, filling her up and panting softly against her chest.
Slowly he pulls out of her letting his limp dick slip out of her as he admires the scene before him. His princess, bitten and bruised, fucked and trembling from the denial of her own orgasm. Totally his, claimed with his cum dripping between her thighs. Her sobs slowly ceased, hopelessness and acceptance of what had just occurred falling over her. Mr L chuckles and moves to release her from the x-cross, watching her fall to her knees at his feet, trembling and grabbing onto his calf. "Please… i did what you asked don't hurt me." She practically mumbled, desperation seeping through her words. All she got in return, was a laugh. Grabbing her arm and yanking her up to her unsteady feet and sneering at her. "You think that was the punishment? That was just to get you to stay still. Now its time for your punishment baby doll." He drags her over to the bed, throwing her down and walking to a cabinet, grabbing a few things and walking back, dumping them all in front of her. He grabs one of the items, a simple ball gag and grabs her face roughly, puling her closer. "You're going to cooperate with your punishment hear me doll? be good and i might be gentle." he cooed and laughed mockingly. He reached and secured the gag around her head as she opens her mouth shakily yet obediently. Next he grabs a spreader bar, shoving her legs apart and strapping the bar to her legs, keeping them spread uncomfortably wide as he pulls her forward onto her knees. Grabbing another harness that ties her thigh and ankles together. She squirmed, the positions the gear was forcing her into was uncomfortable at best and painful at worse. But he didn't stop he grabbed an arm binder, putting her arms behind her back and binding them from the elbow to the wrists. she couldn't move at all. completely restrained and unable to resist anything.
Mr L smiles down at his work, lastly clipping a collar onto her with a tag that says Princess in pretty cursive font. "Perfect. You look so beautiful like this amore mio." She whines around the gag but doesn't try to pull at the bindings anymore, she knew it was pointless. Mr L gets up and walks over to a stand holding various crops, paddles and floggers. Grabbing a vampire paddle he saunters back to his captive with a sinister yet adoring smile. "Ready to take your punishment princess?" He asked but he didn't wait for an answer, bringing the vampire paddle down hard on her thigh and ass. The barbs pierced her skin and blood trickled down her thigh as she cries, yelling into the gag. Her body tenses at the sudden pain but she doesn't have any time to recover because hes already pulling back to strike her again, relishing in her cries of pain. He does this several times on both sides, leaving both her and the paddle bloody. He circles her, putting the paddle down and admiring the way the blood glistens on her skin.
Finally he kneels and gets in close to her, his hand running over her exposed breasts and trails down to her core, her legs held open by the bar. He chuckles and she sees a dark glimmer of excitement and curiosity in his dull grey eyes. "I do wonder what this would feel like for you." He hums and without warning actual sparks jump from his palm and zap her on her most sensitive area, causing her to tense and cry out, sobbing and desperately shaking her head. He was using his thunderhand ability on her in the worst way possible. Zapping and electrocuting her cunt with small bolts of electricity. With every zap her pussy tensed and clenched. Eventually he removed his hand, satisfied for the moment before removing the spreader bar between her legs and putting himself between her legs, already hard once more. He kisses her face and neck, once again leaving bites and hickeys with every kiss.
He lines himself up with her entrance, rubbing the head into her slit, spreading the cum still dripping out of her before finally pushing in, burying himself balls deep inside of her. Her eyes flutter and she moans around the ball gag. All she wanted at this point was for it to stop or for her to cum. But she knew this wasn't for her pleasure, no. She was just a toy for him. He thrusts into her at a brutal pace leaving her drooling around her gag. Her body trembled and tensed while his thrusts got more erratic, chasing his release. Till finally he buries himself deep inside her and cums, groaning over her as he pumps her full of his hot cum. He pulls out, watching the white gush out of her as her pussy clenches, so close to orgasm and being denied yet again.
She sobs and muffled begs fall from her mouth. But they fall on deaf ears. He stands up and looks down at her, smiling. "Good girl baby doll. You took your punishment well. now… " He grabs her by the collar and pulls her back up so once again she is on her knees, her harnesses and cuffs still fastened tight. "You get to think about what you did. Think about your punishment. here. alone."
He releases her and she squirms as much as the restraints would let her, sobbing and crying as he collects his clothes, dresses himself and leaves her there. naked, bloody and covered in cum and tears. She sits there for hours feeling the cum dripping out of her as she sits with her knees uncomfortably bent and her arms fully behind her back in a way that pains her. The cuts on her thighs once stinging and painful now throbbed a duller pain that radiated heat through her body as the blood dried on her skin.
Shes not sure how much time passed when he walks back in, whistling like nothing was wrong. He kneeled down to her on the bed and smirked, taking the ball gag out of her mouth and setting it aside. "How do you feel princess?" He coos with faux concern. but no answer comes out. just quiet broken sobs as her head slumps forward. he chuckles and moves to undo her restraints one by one, till she collapses into his arms. He stands, picking her up in his arms and carrying her unclothed back to her barren room. Her cell.
Setting her down on the mattress he locks the door and moves to the bathroom, grabbing a wash rag and wetting it with warm water. Walking back to where she lay, exactly where he left her he sits in front of her, gently washing away the blood, cum, sweat and tears from her skin. His touch was soft, unusually so for him. It was almost like deep inside he still actually cared for her as Luigi did. Even if he would never actually admit that. She fell asleep quickly likely from exhaustion as he cleaned her. when he finished he stood up and walked out, leaving her there in the dark room to sleep.