Vinyl Scratch shivered as she leaned against the brick wall of the club, reclining beside the back door as her breath fogged in front of her face. She tapped her foot impatiently against the floor of the alley, huffing impatiently as she waited for—

“Sup, Neon?” she called as the door opened and a spiky, dark haired man in black shirt and slacks stepped out beside her. She tossed him a lazy tilt of her head, and he returned it with a small smile that seemed out-of-place with his severe appearance.

“Nothin’ much, Vinyl. What about you?” he asked, moving over to lounge beside her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Just getting ready to head home. I gotta say, though, your work with the lights was better than usual tonight. It almost wasn’t shitty,” Vinyl answered, mischief glinting in her ruby eyes as she met Neon’s gaze.

Neon snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, and your music almost didn’t make my ears bleed this time,” he retorted.

Vinyl opened her mouth and prepared to reply again, but another shiver passed over her and she wrapped her arms around herself, muttering, “Damn, it’s cold. I wish I’d worn a jacket.”

Smiling, Neon scooted closer to her, casually draping one arm over her shoulder and pulling her close. “How about that?” he asked, feeling some of his body heat seeping into her already.

“That’s not bad,” she demurred, gratefully settling in closer against him.

Without warning, Neon twisted so that his hands rested on Vinyl’s shoulders, pushing her back against the wall as his lips clamped over hers. Past her surprised grunt, her lips soon parted and his tongue entered her mouth. It collided a few times with her own tongue before, relenting, Vinyl allowed him to explore. As his tongue ran over the sharp points of her incisors and caressed the inside of her mouth, Neon couldn’t help but notice the dual points of hardness as Vinyl’s nipples stiffened and rubbed against his chest. “How about that?” he asked again, breaking away from the kiss to look into her eyes, alive with dancing light.

“That was good,” she said, breathing a little heavily. “You know I like it rough, anyway.”

“Oh, do you now?” Neon asked in faux surprise. Vinyl only rolled her eyes in response. “So, you heading home, or what?”

“Actually, I was thinking of maybe going home with you. If you’re up for it,” she admitted.

Neon eased off of her and, extending his arm, allowed Vinyl to reclaim her place against him as he turned and started to walk.

“So, how rough do you want it tonight?” he asked conversationally.

“Very,” she answered without hesitation as they turned the corner and were lost to the night.

“Well, Vinyl, this is quite an . . . interesting situation we find ourselves in,” Neon Lights said. Pushing his tinted glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, he smiled as he looked down on the supine form of Vinyl Scratch. She glared back up at him, red eyes smoldering with defiance as the muscles in her shoulders and torso tensed, testing the strength of the handcuffs that bound her wrists behind her back. The flexing of her body pulled the white tee shirt concealing her upper body tight against her chest, outlining the substantial cups of her breasts.

“Mmm,” Neon grunted, his tongue running over his lips in anticipation. “Keep struggling like that; it’s hot.” Vinyl’s glare deepened and she continued trying to free herelf. Cold metallic ringlets encircled her wrists, tether together by a series of interconnected links that her fingers kept running futilely over.

Suddenly, Neon knelt down so that he was practically eye level with Vinyl; his hands reached out and traced the firm outlines of her breasts, fingers teasing at her nipples. “Mmph,” she groaned in protest, her objections silenced by the plastic ball filling her mouth, held in place by a band encircling her head. She pulled herself backwards across the floor, scooting until she was pressed up against the wall of the room. Chuckling, Neon slowly stood and followed, looming over her. He knelt down again, his weight settling on Vinyl’s legs to keep them from moving. He pinched each of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, caressing them through the slight protection of her shirt’s fabric. He pulled them in circular motions, causing Vinyl’s breasts to follow suit.

Ignoring her attempts to use her legs to dislodge him, Neon moved his head to just above Vinyl’s shoulder to plant a kiss on her neck. “You like this, don’t you?” he murmured as he continued to toy with her nipples.

“Nnh,” she grunted against the gag in her mouth, shaking her head from side to side and messing up her erratic, spiky, shockingly blue hair.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you love it,” Neon said in the same even tone. His fingers paused their playing, with each of his index fingers resting directly against one of her nipples. Grinning, he drove his fingers inwards, pushing against her breasts as far as their round masses would permit, driving her nipples inwards until they were lost in the compressed forms of her breasts, stopped only by the unyielding muscle and bone underlying them.

Vinyl mentally braced herself and bore it; it was painful, but not painful enough that she would give Neon the satisfaction of crying out; that would only make him do it again. Finally, he released his pressure and allowed her breasts to rebound to their normal shape. Before Vinyl could be grateful for the reprieve, his thumb and forefinger again encircled her nipples. This time, they clamped down. The muscles in his forearm and wrist bulged and his arm shook as he squeezed mercilessly. “Nnh nnh . . . nnnnh!” Vinyl wordlessly begged as she blinked against the water that formed in her eyes. He pulled on her breasts as hard as he could, stretching them to their utmost while her nipples were still crushed in his iron grasp. He held them there for a dozen heartbeats, until Vinyl’s inarticulate protests fell silent and her cheeks were tracked with the liquid evidence of her pain. He released his grasp and they fell, bouncing, back to their normal positions. A dull, throbbing ache radiated away from the tips of her breasts, spreading through her chest as she breathed with forced steadiness, bracing herself.

“That was fun, Vinyl,” Neon said as he stood up. He walked across the room and rummaged in the drawer of the room’s sole piece furniture, a dreer, before returning to her. She mustered her will to look weakly up at him. Her eyes widened and an icy chill flushed through her at the sight of the shears held in his hand. “Ready for some more?”

Vinyl thrashed, heart hammering in her chest and beating against her ribs. Each rhythmic thump stole away her breath as she desperately pushed her back up against the wall, searching for escape. She mewled in dicomfort as the sharp point of the shears pressed into the soft flesh of her breasts. A fluid snap of its jaws sliced through the cotton fabric of her shirt. Her flesh shuddered and goose bumps sprang up as the cold steel trailed along the curves of her breasts, tearing away the marginal safety of her clothing.

Petrified by wariness of the cruel implement held so close to her body, Vinyl remained still as Neon swiftly left her shirt in tattered ribbons, shreds of fabric barely covering her breasts. Unceremoniously, he tore away even that small concealment, allowing them to hang freely and exposed.

It also revealed the toned form of her stomach and midriff, her abdomen defined just enough to be clearly visible, her torso narrow and tapering before widening out to form perfectly curved hips. Neon laid his hand lightly over her stomach, running his palm and fingers lightly over the slight indents and ridges that defined the muscles of her abdomen. Vinyl scowled, her eyes dancing with defiance as he explored. Finally, he stood again and stepped back, as if to admire his handiwork—

—And Vinyl struck, lashing out with one of her legs at his ankle. Pain shot through her as the side of her foot contacted with the hard bones of his ankle. “Godammit!” he hissed as Vinyl surged to her feet. He moved forward to meet her, encircling her in his arms before she could find her balance. She thrashed and struggled in his grasp, but her bound hands greatly limited the strength she could exert with her upper body. He forcibly dragged her across the room, step by unwilling step. Bearing down with his weight, he forced her to the floor. Quickly, he rolled her over onto her stomach and shifted so that he was kneeling on her back, pinning her immobile against the ground. “Heh. That was a good try, Vinyl, but I was gonna need you in this position sooner or later. All you really did was move things along for me, so I guess I should thank you for helping out,” he mocked.

He forced his hands under her belly, searching for the clasp of her jeans. As the finger toggle snapped open and he began pulling on the zipper, Vinyl’s struggles redoubled, but she was held securely. Even with her legs flailing and pounding on the floor as she fought, Vinyl’s pants still slid easily off of her, leaving her clothed only in innocent-looking white panties. “MMPH! NNGH!” Vinyl grunted as her teeth ground against her gag, a thin stream of saliva beginning to escape from the corner of her mouth to pool on the floor beside her head. Neon rolled his eyes and, keeping his weight on Vinyl’s back, stretched out to open the bottom drawer of the nearby dresser and reach inside. He pulled out a steel rod three feet long with a leather cuff secured by a metal rung to each end. He reached out and grabbed one of Vinyl’s legs by the ankle, holding it still while he quickly wrapped the leather restraint around her ankle, cinching it tight. Her other leg was quickly secured as well and Neon cautiously released her stepping back a few steps. He watched Vinyl continue to test the extent of her bonds, smiling as she came to the conclusion that the solid metal bar connecting the cuffs around her ankles kept her legs spread. Unable to open or close her legs any further and with her hands cuffed helplessly behind her back, Vinyl was vulnerable, on display and practically begging to be used.

Neon felt his member hardening inside his pants as he took in the sight spread before him and he closed his eyes for a second, imagining the future in vivid detail. “Vinyl, you are so fucked,” he said hungrily, relishing in his imaginations.

Neon’s eyes roved over Vinyl’s body, taking the opportunity to truly appreciate her form. Truly, she was beautiful; her shoulders and arms were chiseled with enough muscle to belie her strength without being masculine. Those shoulders connected to an-equally firm torso that provided a perfect hourglass shape before widening out again to from thighs and hips that were deliciously curvy. Her rear was wide and round; it was intriguing and it practically begged to be fondled.

The only parts of her still concealed were covered by the thin membrane of fabric encircling her hips and concealing two of her three openings awaiting their proper punishment. Satisfied, he returned and sank to his knees beside Vinyl’s head. Viciously, he grabbed a handful of Vinyl’s blue hair and twisted, pulling her head around to look him in the face. He coolly returned Vinyl’s heated gaze and scowl, saying, “Now that I’ve got you properly restrained, what do you say we take that gag out of your mouth? But only if you promise to be good.” Vinyl hesitated for a long period of time punctuated only by her somewhat labored breathing, her disdain etching itself into every line of her face. Finally, though, she nodded in affirmation. “Good,” Neon said as he slipped open the clasp that held her gag in place. “It’s so much more fun when I can hear you properly,” he observed as Vinyl moved her jaw, working it free.

“Man, you don’t screw around,” Vinyl observed. She grunted, shifting as she tested herself against her bonds once again. Just like before, her legs stayed invitingly open and her hands stayed cuffed behind her.

“Hey, you said you like it really rough,” Neon observed as he reached across her face to wipe away the trail of saliva coming from her mouth.

“I wasn’t lying,” Vinyl said. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna make it easy for you, either.”

Neon smiled down at her, saying, “That’s good. I hope it takes a while for you to understand exactly what you asked for. But first, you're gonna learn a very important lesson."

"That you're a bastard?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. Neon rolled his eyes, and opened another drawer in the cabinet, pulling out a series of plastic spheres connected to each other by short lengths of rope. Grinning wickedly, he turned around with them clearly visible, dangling in his grasp.

"Oh, hell no," Vinyl protested as she renewed her struggles.

"Here's the deal, Vinyl," Neon said as he sat down comfortably beside her. His hand traced the fleshy contours of her rear, the gentle motions sending sensual ripples through her soft, supple curves. He kneaded the yielding, spongy skin, enjoying the way her rounded cheeks molded to his hand. "Your body is now my personal property. You will address me as 'master' or 'sir'."

"The fuck I am," Vinyl spat.

"That's one." Smiling, Neon deftly yanked down her panties, revealing her narrow slit, situated between her thighs, and the puckered opening directly above it. He held up one of the beads against it and, pinching it between his fingers, forced it inside her.

"Shit," she gasped as the spherical plastic surface slipped inside her, it's presence a constant and uncomfortable pressure.

"Two," he said as another bead forced its way inside, driving the first one deeper.

"Fuck . . . you," she panted.

"Three."

"Nngh," Vinyl moaned as her sphincter contracted, squeezing against the plastic beads.

"Just say it, Vinyl. It doesn't have to be this hard on you," Neon said.

"I'm not gonna fuckin' say it," Vinyl said.

"Four," Neon said as he drove another of the strand past her puckering opening. "You must really love this, since you keep making me do more."

Vinyl writhed, trying futilely to dislodge her tormentors. Finally, she lay her face down on the carpeted floor, her hair falling forward to cover her eyes. "Fine," she muttered. "I'll say it."

"What will you say?" Neon asked.

"Master," Vinyl said, her inflection flat.

Another bead squeezed past her rosebud. "Five," Neon observed.

"S-stop!" Vinyl groaned, shuddering. "I said it, didn't I?"

"You didn't say it right."

"H-how am I supposed to say it?" she panted, looking back over her shoulder. Without replying, Neon pushed the final bead inside of her, seating it deeply inside with a small string dangling out. Vinyl tensed, but the bar prevented her from closing her legs. Her ass squeezed, contracting against the beads inside of her. "Oh fuck" she moaned, her voice hoarse and raspy. Her eyes widened in fear as she felt another bead pushing against her, beginning to spread open her tight opening. "N-no! Please, no, master! I'm sorry, I'll say it!" It pushed insider her, clacking up against the last bead of the first string. "HNG!" she panted, legs shaking. "Master! MASTER!" Grinning, Neon forced the second bead of the new string past the quivering opening. S-stop! Master!" The next bead entered her. "Oh, fuck!" she called out. "Master," she hurriedly appended.

"That's nine," Neon idly observed.

"S-stop, please . . . "

"Ten, now."

"AAH!"

"Eleven."

"N-no more, please, master," Vinyl begged.

"And that's twelve; two full sets," Neon announced triumphantly. "Would you like to make it three, or have you learned your lesson?"

"Y-yes, master," Vinyl sobbed, her breath coming in panting heaves.

"What have you learned?" Neon quizzed.

"T-that you own me, and I have to call you master," Vinyl answered.

"Good girl. Now we can move on to the rest of your punishment."

"No! No, please!"

"No, what?"

"No, master," Vinyl corrected.

"Better. That little slip up's gonna cost you, though." Ignoring her protests, Neon pulled out a roll of black electrical tape, deftly tearing off a strip. He spread open the skin of her ass, revealing the pulsing form of her rosebud. He quickly slapped the strip of tape over her abused orifice, sealing it up.

"Now for some more fun," Neon said. He trailed his fingers down from her stretched rosebud to her labia, wettened from the attention paid to other parts of her body. Two fingers slid inside, her dampness yielding instantly to his touch.

"MMN!" Vinyl moaned as his fingers explored, stroking and caressing.

"Do you like that, Vinyl? Do you like me fingering you?" Neon asked, slipping a third finger inside her and spreading her even wider. Vinyl moaned again, and Neon was rewarded with fresh wetness coating his fingers. "You're so wet already. Everything I've done has got you turned on, huh?"

"N-no," Vinyl denied, panting.

"Oh, really?" Neon asked, unbelieving. "Your slick little pussy tells me you're lying. I think lying to me deserves punishment."

"N-no, master, please," Vinyl begged.

From the same cabinet that had housed the rest of the implements of Vinyl's torment, Neon drew out a thick, molded plastic toy in the shape of an erect penis, complete with bulging veins and ridges. Reaching around, he held the toy in front of Vinyl's face. "Please—" Vinyl shuddered in fear. "—Please, don't use that, master. I've learned my lesson."

Neon laughed, chuckling slightly to himself. "Don't worry, Vinyl. You'll end up liking it and begging for more." He pulled the toy away from her view, angling it against her moist entrance, pushing the tip just barely past her sensitized lips and spreading them slightly.

"HA . . . MMH!" Vinyl grunted into the carpet, breath caught in her throat as it slowly pierced her. Neon took his time, allowing the girth of the toy gradually spread her apart as it penetrated her. Vinyl quivered as it filled her, the muscles of her core rhythmically squeezing down on it. She could feel its pressure against the walls of her canal, slick with excitement, as it pressed forward. Her thighs quaked and trembled, but the spreader bar held her legs open against her struggles. Finally, its movement ceased and Vinyl slowly became aware of its presence inside her, completely filling up her emptiness. Deep inside her, her muscles contracted against the foreign invader, clenching it tightly enough to elicit another soft moan.

Neon patted her ass, smiling as the flesh jiggled provocatively and Vinyl moaned again. "See, that wasn't so bad," he said. "Hell, I'll bet you could've taken a much bigger dildo than that one. Maybe we can see about that later; I've got some real monsters I've been wanting to try out on somebody." Hearing no response from Vinyl save her labored breathing, Neon grasped the base of the toy and pulled it slightly out, revealing part of its length glistening with moisture. Vinyl gasped in surprise, then groaned deep in her throat as he pushed it firmly back inside, reseating it with a slight twist. "C'mon, Vinyl; just tell me that you want me to make you come."

"Nn . . . nooo,” Vinyl whined.

Neon's eyebrows rose quizzically. "You don't want me to make you come?" he asked with a mischievous grin on his face. He again pulled the toy out of Vinyl, leaving its tip barely teasing at her lips, before driving it forcibly into her again. "Really?"

Vinyl's body tensed and she screwed her eyes shut, shoving to the back of her mind the pressure forming inside her as she unwillingly contracted and squeezed against its shape. She shook her head weakly, and immediately felt his fingers brushing against her bottom as he again gripped the toy firmly in hand before pulling it out, coated in glistening fluid, and drove it back home. The cycle repeated several more times; each time it thrust back into her she rocked a little with its force, the round curves of her rear bouncing gently.

When it finally stopped, Vinyl's breath came in hot, heavy pants. Every muscle in her core screamed with tension as the walls of her canal clamped down on the ridged toy filling her. She could feel her own warm lubrication trickling out of her and her nerves danced with fire that demanded they be quenched before they consumed her. "Still don't want to come?" Neon asked lightly.

"Y-yes . . . please," Vinyl gasped, eyes closed in defeat.

"Say it properly," Neon ordered.

Vinyl sighed in resignation. "Yes, please, master," she breathed huskily.

"Beg me for it."

Choking back a sob of frustration, Vinyl begged, "Please, master! Please please please let me come!"

"Well," Neon said contemplatively, "I guess, since you asked properly, you deserve a reward." Quickly, he stripped off his own jeans and boxers. Sighing, he took his hard member in hand, feeling its engorged form pulsing with blood and arousal. He unceremoniously pulled the toy occupying Vinyl's slit out, revealing its spread lips coated with slick wetness. Easing himself forward so that he was looming over Vinyl on hand and knees, he gingerly lowered himself so that his length was just brushing against Vinyl's folds.

"W-what the fuck are you doing?" Vinyl demanded over her shoulder.

"How else did you think I was gonna make you come?" Neon asked slyly.

"I didn't—" Neon pushed forward, thrusting into her. "—Oooh . . . fuck!"

Neon closed his eyes, lost in rapture as his length practically melted past Vinyl's lips, hastened along by her wetness and squeezed by the clenching of her interior walls as he bottomed out, buried completely in her.

Vinyl grit her teeth, fighting against the animalistic cry trying to tear its way out of her throat. As he pulled out of her and pushed back in, each time a little more forceful, Vinyl eventually lost her resistance and her pleasure manifested itself in a long, staccato cry that matched time with the rhythm of her body as it tightened against Neon's pulsing member, practically massaging it with every stroke.

Certain that any resistance had been eradicated away by her sheer need, Neon clamped his fingers down on Vinyl's ass, his grip digging painfully deep, and began to rut her in earnest, each thrust deepening his own arousal.

Vinyl's heightened desires engulfed everything else, drowning out everything but the sensations of being ridden. Each time he pierced into her, her stomach contracted sharply and a low, throaty moan escaped her as liquid fire pooled up inside her very center. Each time he withdrew, she had a brief second of respite as she quivered, unsatisfied with her emptiness, before he drove back into her, sending fresh waves of blistering heat washing through her.

His breath coming now in harsh gasps, Neon grunted as the strength of Vinyl's warm, moist, inviting interior's grip on his member tightened.

Vinyl was gasping now, cheek resting on the carpet as sweat beaded along her face, moaning in perfect rhythm to Neon's thrusts. Every muscle in her body tightened, her limbs quavering as they strained against the bonds that held them.

She was ready; Neon could see that as plainly as day. He could read it in the tension of her shaking muscles, in the inarticulate moans escaping from her with each thrust, in the warm liquid coating his member and leaking out of her to pool on the floor and in the contractions struggling to force his own release every time he entered her. Screwing shut his eyes and tensing against his own fulfillment, he moved one hand from its death grip on Vinyl's ass and took a small nub of flesh, previously untouched, between his fingers, using his thumb to tease it out from its concealing sheath. Teasingly, he rolled it between his fingers.

Between one thrust and the next, Vinyl's every muscle simply melted. A huge shudder tore through her, tensing her already-tense body still further, straining at her body's limits as the muscles of her core spasmed a dozen times in rapid succession. She cried out, shrieking long and high, before falling into a rhythm of panting gasps. The walls of her interior twitched spasmodically a handful more times, each weaker than the last, and then Vinyl was finished. Her eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion and a smile formed on her face as a warm, fizzy sensation spread through her, calming the fires of need and frustration that had burned in her.

Vinyl barely noticed, and couldn't muster the energy to complain, when Neon's length, heavy and quivering with his own readiness, slipped between the rounded cheeks of her ass. Settling into the crack that split her meaty bottom, he thrust violently until finally, with a grunt, he reached his own conclusion. Warm strands shot out, landing on her back. Gasping, he stayed where he was for a moment, dripping a creamy white mess between Vinyl's rounded cheeks. "What," he panted, "Do you say, Vinyl?"

Vinyl stirred slightly, murmuring, "Thank you, master." She drifted mindlessly for a moment, lost in a warm sea of euphoria that cradled her gently. Her smile of satisfaction deepened as her mind treated her to a vivid picture of herself; wrists and legs bound, ass heavy and quivering with its unfamiliar load, labia fully coated in the fluids of her own arousal and Neon's load spread across her bare back.

Her post-coital bliss was interrupted, and her breath hitched in her throat, as her still-throbbing vulva was pierced again by the familiar black phallus. Whimpering as her walls clenched feebly against its renewed presence, she shook her head weakly. “Master, please,” she implored, writhing uselessly.

“What, you thought once was gonna be it? I’m gonna fuck you raw, Vinyl, and you’re gonna love every second of it. Just like you always do,” Neon answered, trailing his fingers down her spine, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. “But that’ll be after I finish teaching you your lesson about me being your master.” He smiled a predatory grin. “It’ll be something to look forward to after your punishment is over.”

Author's Note

This was largely inspired by the chapter "DJ... Submission...?!"[sic] of the fic "Loyal's Clop Bin".

I enjoyed that chapter a lot and it reminded me that I really wanted to read BDSM clopfic with Vinyl Scratch. After reading it, I realized that it was simply too short for my tastes. Since I couldn't find anything else, I decided to write my own fic to try and fill the void.

Please leave whatever feedback you can, in addition to rating/faving as you will, and I'll be eternally grateful.