doku | VISIONS I HAD BURIED UNDERGROUND / RETURNING TO ABUSE US

So wouldn't it make sense if I just tied you up and then just rode you?

[See, she knew that a solution would come to her if she talked it out a little!]

...More than enough sense.

[Oh my God, penis, do you mind? He's trying to drive here.]

Good!

[She's genuinely happy about his response! And then his, uh, 'activity' catches her eye. Nariko should be a good person and tell him to think about eighty-year-old grandmas pinching cheeks and talking about uncomfortable suppositories, that's likely to do the trick! But ...]

You know, it's very sweet of you to be concerned about my sex drive and all that, Krieg. But you have really nice arms, I've always thought so [The tips of her fingers grace over the curve of his shoulder, trailing down gently.] and I'll admit I certainly fantasized about them doing particular things to me. [Might as well admit it.]

But I think I'd love to see you done up with just the right amount of helplessness while I take your dick as if your life depends on it.

[Krieg - it only stands to reason that the Sex Whisperer is also Kind of A Tease. It's enough of a miracle that she leaves it at that bit of dirty talk, and draws her hands back to herself.]

[Come on, Nariko, you're not helping. Actually, on second thought, she's not really not-helping either. The dialogue is fine but unless she's saying them with braided nylon in her hands, it's not going to make him any harder.]

My life? Why is it my life? Am I the damsel in distress that can only be rescued by your magical twat?

[Huh.

He's starting to sound a little 'in stage character' there.]

[ ...

Ooooookay.

Okay, then.

How is she supposed to know how to respond to that? There's no basis to work off of that isn't biting, so her shocked (not even necessarily hurt) stare turns into an unreadable one and she turns her head to the window and essentially pretends that nothing happened. She's kind of stuck in the car with the guy so it's really all that's within her control.]

[Yikes. Too much? The awkward silence percolates a little before he speaks up.]

Sorry about that. Maybe we should, uh. Invest in a gag, too.

["Too" being that they don't really have any decent rope on board to begin with.]

I get a little...colorful. Unintentionally.

Maybe, yeah.

[What time is it.]

But, it's fine, so - [There's a fluttering sort of gesture with her hand that's apparently supposed to mean 'don't worry', or something. Now if only 'fine' could ever mean anything good from any woman, ever.] It was just surprising.

[Five-thirty.]

That's...part of the kink. Being told and forced to behave.

[God, he feels awful. He really didn't want to hurt her.]

[Definitely too early to switch.]

Makes sense.

[Which ... That's not her serving platitudes. It really does make sense, that was the general direction he'd started in so it's not like she could blame him. Or that she ever would, no one really gets to decide what they're into so much as figure it out with time.

Any hurt has she's experiencing has less to do with his words and far more to do with what's going on in her head.]

Don't beat yourself up over it, I'm alright. [Because he probably is, but they've graduated from 'fine' so this really is a good sign!]

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[Are you kidding? Beating himself up for stuff is like, one of the things he's best at! Other than composing music.]

Okay.

[Inhale. Exhale.]

...I don't think you'd be that fond of my arms if you found out what's under here. [he gestures to his sleeved arm. It's not so much that he wants to ruin her fantasy but it feels weird to have someone like your guns so much when they're such a point of self-contention. He works a lot harder on his abs to be perfectly honest.]

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Oh, man [Hey, at least she can laugh at herself a bit, even if it's a little bitter.] I think you're supposed to forget that I even said that!

[Except he can't do that anymore than she can swallow the words and unmake them. Life is hard that way.] I've always liked guys' arms, it's just one of those things. What you're covering is yours, and how I feel about it doesn't take away from how you feel about it.

[This is an incredibly awkward way of saying that he can think that what he's hiding is the end of the world all he wants, but for her it isn't. If she still had parts to cover, it's what she'd want a loved one to say to her, so - maybe it's a little bit of projecting.]

Oh, sorry.

[But the words exist! They live out there now, and she can't take them back! He gets the idea, though, and as much as she can't change his mind about how he feels about it, he can't change hers.

Unless he takes his sleeve off with the express purpose of grossing her out, and he doesn't believe that's really an option.]

For what it's worth, I like your arms too. [And her boobs, and her waist, and her legs, and her face, and her hips...]

[They're definitely out there, which is why she knows that if Krieg hadn't sort of picked up on some of her feelings before he either knows them now, or he's got a gigantic hint. She doesn't like either possibility.

Also is he just never, ever going to take it off? Dude you've got to clean yourself eventually and if nothing else, it's sort of a matter of time, right? But - he likes her arms, heh. It's - nice of him, she appreciates the little compliment.] Thank you, they're kind of plain.

[There's nothing special about her arms! The only notable positive is that they're pleasantly toned.]

But, hey, I was serious. [She finally looks back at him, and she looks perfectly normal, as if nothing awkward happened.] You have to know that I kind of shut down sometimes. It's just how I survived my house before I left for good, it's a difficult reflex to control, okay? We're fine.

[Oh, he takes it off. He has a whole set of these silly things, for all sorts of different purposes--swimming, cold weather, hot weather, looking edgelord. He just makes sure that he's absolutely alone when he changes it and the bandages (if needed).

Which will be hard now, considering they're in a trailer together. The concept of privacy really does not thrive in there.

And hey, not having flabby arms is nice.]

No, I get that--but I'm still worried. I'd never say anything like that to hurt you, but if we're--you know, doing it--I don't want to trigger you and kill the mood.

[Part of him wants to suggest that Nariko being the one in power, able to exact punishment on Krieg for saying those things in the context of good, clean, and well-intentioned fun, might help her work these things out.

But he's not confident enough in his knowledge of psychology to say it out loud.]

[So he might as well just get ahead of the game so that when she does see it's controlled shock!]

It only happens when I'm not expecting it, though, if I know what might happen then it's a lot easier.

[What she might really have to control is the desire to snap back - but that fits into his suggestion either way, and multiple people have brought it up to her, knowing her propensity for sex and her willingness to engage in safe kink affairs. But none of them have really understood how thoroughly terrified Nariko is of her own mostly repressed anger.]

Besides, I know you're not my mom. The voice is pretty different!

[Which is why she was able to collect herself a lot more quickly than she would have if he'd really set her off.]

[Noooooooo!]

Heh. The difference is that I get paid to scream and she doesn't.

[For once, he's finally making light of a situation.]

[She snorts at that first, and then actually laughs.]

Now she doesn't, at least.

[Opera's like refined screaming in the form of different languages! She relaxes into the seat, finally smiling normally.]

So, Krieg. It almost sounded like we shifted from 'this is a thing that might be a possibility' to 'this is a thing that's incredibly more likely to happen when the right stuff is there'.

[Because she's really gonna need him to have that ball gag for the first time, at least. It'll be nerve-wracking on its own to take a man's virginity.]

[Krieg can scream in different languages too! Arabic, Hebrew, German...it's a weird set of languages, sure, but he had to have something to do when laid up in rehab.]

Unless you want to use strap rigging, but I can't get too excited about getting tied up with something covered with road gunk...

[Ew.]

..then yes. How well do you know how to tie? [Or is he gonna have to set himself up? While it might be really erotic for Nariko to watch, it undoubtedly takes a lot longer and kind of ruins the illusion a little.]

[Oh, he should definitely mention the Arabic, somehow.]

Well enough that you really don't have to worry about it. [Except that's not the best answer, and it is important for him to know, so.] I can't exactly do it in my sleep or anything but I learned form a professional. I'm better at doing it to other people than to myself.

[Because that was a thing, but good god did she always somehow manage to tangle herself no matter how much practice she put into it.]

Sounds good.

[Hey, as long as she's not a rookie! Getting tips from a professional is more than he can say for himself, which all came from online tutorials in various formats and forum discussion.]

I trust you.

[..which was the core of his concern, wasn't it? Trust.]

[Should he? The question hangs on her tongue but she bites it back - that's his choice. And she wouldn't ever try to harm him on purpose anyway and that's the point. Maybe it's just intimidating to have someone's trust in her at all when she's usually brushed off quite easily.]

Trust me more when I pull it off.

[This is a tad more complicated than just rolling around for the first time, so now she's a little worried about her ability to pull it off but - she'll still give it her best shot.]

[It's not exactly the most comforting sentiment, but he'll take it.]

'Grenade.'

[Not that he's going to be able to say it when he's gagged, but still. Makes him feel a little better, and hopefully it does her, too.]

Oh, that's a good one. Mine used to be 'bacon'.

[Back when she had regular sex.]

What about when you can't talk, though?

[The first thing she can really think of is a certain pattern of blinking, but maybe that's lame.]

Cute.

[He's not sure 'bacon' would work for him, on the grounds that it's not really alarming enough. Yelling 'grenade' is definitely alarming.]

If you're not planning to bind my whole hand...

[He takes a hand off the steering wheel to hold up a pinky finger. It'd be easy enough to pull off if his wrists are bound. It means she'd have to watch his hands carefully, but it's not like it's a gesture likely to happen all on its own.]

We could buy a bell if you're not confident in it.

That'd be perfect!

[She does plan on being able to see his hands, the first few times around!]

Probably need the bell for other positions, though. Variety is the spice of life, and all.

[And while she isn't the most ultra confident form of herself in this that doesn't mean she isn't looking forward to the challenge of it, and to the freedom that will result from overcoming it. Letting her imagination run wild is a big part of that.]

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