Butterfly Fetish

A/N: This is a bit different than “Complex,” but it’s still a follow up. Remember, though, this series isn’t intended to have a big elaborate plot (see the PWP code). It’s more me hijacking the characters and having a little (dark) fun with them. While Oogie has other things in mind besides playing around with Shock, I tend to shy away from some of his videogame depictions (*resists the urge to rant about Kingdom Hearts 2*). I don’t want to give anything away, but… keep that in mind, and realize that conventional expectations might not be met…

Shock stared at the dark void over her head, breathing slow, deep breaths. Her wrists were already cuffed together and restrained over her head. Oogie stood at the other end of the craps table tightening more restraints around her ankles, holding her legs apart. Due to the table’s walls, she couldn’t see where he’d left the box of scorpions. She shivered at the thought, and then almost laughed. Where had Oogie left the box of scorpions? The thought sounded a little absurd. How had he managed to talk her into this game in the first place? The hand slipping up her leg and cupping her naked sex reminded her quickly.

As he leaned over her, her eyes flicked to his face. The snake tail slithered out of his mouth, wrapped around behind her neck, and the tip of it tickled her lips. She parted them to let it in, watching him with dreamy eyes. A kiss, more or less. A very kinky one. Shock loved it. The tail withdrew from her mouth, slithered across her collarbone, and traced a circle around one of her breasts before disappearing into his throat.

“Nervous?” He asked.

“Little bit,” she answered.

“Good.” He stopped stroking her sex and picked up the dice. “So call it. Time or amount?”

“You have to roll them where I can see them,” she said.

“I don’t gotta do nothin, babe,” he smirked. “Call it. Or I’ll do it for you.”

“I… Time…” she sighed. He tossed them so that they rolled up her stomach and stopped just under her breasts. She craned her neck to see without disturbing the dice. If they rolled off and landed on a higher number, she was sure he would count it. A one—her heart leaped… And a five—her heart sank.

“Ooh, not a good start.” He swept them off her ribs. “Not for you, anyway. It’s gonna be fun watching you twitch.”

He squeezed her breast and Shock arched her back. “Can’t we just get this over with?”

“Now, now,” he leaned over her again, “half the fun is in the anticipation.”

At the ‘c’ in ‘anticipation,’ the snake head flicked out of his mouth inches from her face. He was right. The part that made her wettest was the tension of not knowing. She forced herself to wait patiently while he rattled the dice and tossed them up her stomach again. This time, she closed her eyes and turned her face away as they bounced off her jaw and tumbled over the sides of her neck. He came up by her head to check them.

“Well, well, fortune smiles,” he grinned. “For me! Hard eight, honey.”

Shock swore under her breath as he moved out of her sight and returned with the wooden box under one arm. He plunked it down on the rail, and she flinched. Didn’t want the scorpions to be pissed off from the get-go.

“And remember. The clock doesn’t start until they’re all out on the table.”

Looking a little too pleased with himself, he picked a black scorpion out of the box by its tail and placed it on her stomach. It sat there for a moment, pincers up and snapping, before it scurried off over her side. Having no desire to frighten it, she tried not to jump too much at the tickling sensation. He put them down one by one, taking his sweet time. Shock focused on trying to keep track of where they all scurried off to, but it was difficult. She thought she felt one run into her hair, but didn’t dare move to check. One brushed past her bare ankle and her chest lurched from the force of a startled gasp.

With a creepy snicker, the Boogeyman placed numbers six and seven on each of her twin peaks. “Careful. They can be very sensitive little creatures.” He placed the last one, and then closed the wire-mesh cage over the table, locking it down. Crossing his arms on top of it, he watched the black shapes scuttle across her pale legs and arms as she tried not to move. Tried not to breathe too deeply.

God, those little, pointy legs tickled. If it weren’t for the threat of injury, she would have been giggling and writhing all over the place. Without the danger hanging over her head, it might even have been pleasant. Not that the way her pounding heart sent the blood surging through her veins was unpleasant. Only three weeks ago, the urge to bite her lip and let the scratching tickles make her moan would have embarrassed her, but Oogie didn’t care. He encouraged her. She didn’t even shy away when he pulled her naked body so close that she could feel the critters underneath the sack. Not anymore.

He left. Probably to see what food offerings she’d brought today. Shock forcibly relaxed her fists and hoped he actually was keeping track of the time. As it passed, her arms and legs stiffened. The ache of inactivity settled into her joints. Still, she didn’t dare move. Especially when a tiny attempt at flexing her toes made a scorpion on her leg raise its pincers. Arg, where the hell was he? How long had it been?

When he did reappear above her, she could see the key in his hand, resting atop the cage. She stared at it, looked at him—moving only her eyes—and then back at the key. He held it in clear view on purpose. She was sure of that.

“Not quite there yet. Something just occurred to me. You know what we haven’t talked about in a while?”

“What?” Shock asked, barely moving her lips.

“Lock and Barrel.”

“What about them?” Though she didn’t know how well the innocent routine came across. She remembered.

“I was hoping you could tell me that.”

He smiled at her, and it felt like an icy fist around her heart. “Uh… I haven’t found a way to… I mean, it’s a complicated situation.” He straightened up and put his hands on his hips, waiting for her to explain. “I haven’t… found the right time to…”

“You haven’t found the right time to talk to them.”

“Yes,” Shock answered, timidly.

“In four weeks, you couldn’t find the time to talk to them.” Before she could answer, he punched the side of the table hard enough to jostle the whole thing. The scorpions scurried around, agitated, and Shock let out a startled squeal. When she looked at him again, there was real fear in her eyes. “We’ve had some fun in the last couple weeks, right, Shock?”

“I… sure, I…”

“You think that because we’ve been playin around, it means you can take me less seriously?”

“No. No, of course not. I just didn’t know…”

“Didn’t know what?”

“That there was a time limit,” she whispered. Lame excuse. Very lame excuse.

“Well, you know what? When I tell you to do something, you do it. Right away. Not whenever you fuckin,” he hit the table again, “feel like it.”

She thought she heard one of the scorpions hiss. Could scorpions hiss? That’s what she’d heard… “I’m sorry. Okay? I am. It won’t happen again…” Just please let me out of here, please let me out of here…

He opened the cage and cupped her jaw. “I mean it, babe. You better talk to them before you show up here again. All this stuff so far? That’s just me havin fun. You don’t want to see me pissed off. Do you?”

“No, sir,” she answered, with genuine sincerity. He must have liked that answer, because the anger bled out of his expression, and the familiar lust replaced it. That was when Shock realized she’d been holding her breath, and she let it out in a tiny, relieved sigh. He freed her wrists, and then her ankles. Lifting her, he sat her on the edge of the table, and she parted her legs so that he could get closer. His lips drew within an inch of hers, and the pointed, pebbly tongue wiggled into her mouth. Shock’s tongue met it twist for twist, tasting the rough and still somehow slick texture of the scales. The scratchy burlap teased her nipples, and she wrapped an arm around his shoulder to pull him closer, moving to increase the friction. Her clit throbbed in the aftermath of fear.

His hand smoothed over her stomach, and he broke the ‘kiss’ to watch what he was doing. She moaned once when the contact broke, and again when the questing appendage dug into her sex hard. “Got some honey for me, honey?” He smirked, shoving his hand deeper.

Shock gasped and her head fell back, though she kept her grip on his shoulder. Her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. He stopped fisting her long enough to give her pearl a few strokes, but as soon as he had her wriggling happily he forced her open again. It went on that way until the familiar explosion of heat made her shudder and cry out. Then he stopped and stepped back, and it was over.

The abruptness with which these encounters often ended had startled her at first. It was still hard to jump up and go right after, but she was getting used to it. Sometimes he went to get her clothes for her while she collected herself, but mostly he only watched her. Still with that subtle leer, like he only stopped because they couldn’t give anyone back in town a chance to miss her. As her bare feet landed gingerly on the cold floor, she wondered what would happen if she ever stayed a few more hours, or even for an entire night. What was her natural limit? What was his? When she reached the puddle of purple fabric, she stepped into her panties first. Then she pulled her dress up her legs and reached over her shoulders to pull the strings tight. And he still stared at her. She glanced back at him uncertainly as she knelt to pick up her hat.

“Talk to them,” he said, sternly.

Shock nodded. “Anything else?” When he shook his head, she stepped onto the ladder that would carry her to the exit. She heard him move closer, but didn’t look back. He could see up her skirt from the bottom of the ladder, and he never tried to hide it. Sheesh, shameless and insatiable.