The Taming

This was written for the following challenge at TVDkinkanon :

"Klaus favorite hobby is breaking witches and making them into his obedient pets. Since he no longer has Stefan and Greta, the hybrid turned to Bonnie instead.



Humiliation play necessary- whether it is situational, public or verbal or all and three.



Bonus for:

*Forced nudity

*Forced masturbation in odd places

- Caning

- Slut shaming

- orgasm control"

As you see, the prompt was tasty. I hope you enjoy the reading:

                          THE TAMING

Klaus calls himself a monster of complicated interests.

He is fond of witches, which is why his entourage is never short on them, but even more, he is fond of the process that gets him to have them.

He loves seducing them to the lure of darkness and then breaking their keen moral minds until he is the one master they recognize, screw Nature and Order and Humanity.

He will collect them and keep them as pets at his beck and call, his personal servants to fuck and feed upon, any time, any place, however he wants them.

With Bonnie Bennett, he decides straight away that he is going to skip the seduction part. Not only because she is so sickeningly noble and pure, but because, what a fuck, this one is the most straight-ford person he never met and it will be more fun if he coerces her enjoyment until she loses all the sense of herself.

After all, it's triumphs like this that make being THE villain truly enjoyable.

She is naked now- the magic-blocking pillory that holds her power subdued also entraps her head and hands placed between two smaller wooden panels nailed directly into a post, forcing the witch to stay in one very specific position: her lithe brown body bent over, so her plump ass is up in the hair, showing off proudly the large butt-plug that peeks in between her peach-shaped cheeks.

Klaus smirks as he walks over her ”How is my little bitch today?” and chortles inwardly as she squares her jaw and looks mulishly ahead, striving to look unaffected and to stay quiet. He loves it when he needs to work harder to make her to cry and scream and cream as the dirty slut she will eventually become in his hands.

He fondles slowly her ass-cheeks, parting them and squeezing them together until he feels her to start to tremble in anger and indignation. Smirk melting into a genuinely pleased smile, Klaus plays with the plug, pulling it out and pushing it inside again only so she will know she will be reminded that she is there to take anything he chooses to dish.

“I would think you are ready to take your first anal fuck, what do you say? I confess your pussy is getting a bit too loose for my taste… I have been indulging you a too much, I know, but you were so tight and willing… ”

He slaps her ass, almost gently at first, then harder and harder, satisfied that she is not yet speaking up for herself.

He tosses the plug on the floor, bends down to caress her small rounds breasts, pressing his groin again her ass and chest against her back. He rolls her nipples between his fingers, knowing exactly the right amount of pressure to get them pointy and hard under his roughened finger pads, and how long he needs to pretend he doesn’t know his touch is becoming pleasant.

Her heartbeat quickens, more and more until her breath is something Bonnie must try to release slowly, so he won’t notice it’s growing labored.

He allows her this silly illusion for awhile, just to crush it brutally the first time she falters.

“Enjoying this, are you? What a cock-loving little slut… what would your friends say if they could see right now? Spread open and dripping, all but begging to be screwed six ways to Sunday? ”

He grinds rougher against her ass, chuckling as he punishes her by squeezing her nipples with the clear intention to hurt.

“I don’t want you” she spits out at once, bitterly, and it’s exactly what he has been waiting for.

Klaus laughs a cocky, derisive laughter “*You* don’t want* me*, Bennett? Is this why you stink like a sweaty mare ready to be mounted? Or is it why your nipples are sharp and tight in my fingers? ”

To drive the point home, he forces her shaking thighs apart –enjoying the special thrill of feel her struggling to keep them closed. Her clitoris is engorged and warn under his thumb as he pinches it, eliciting a cry of arousal and pain from the witch.

Bonnie starts moaning as he continues to caress her there, in her secret, shameful places, and she even humps his palm a little when he slides a finger in. “Loose and wet as I thought. Are you still denying this, whore? I might make you to cum right now if I wanted to!”

From experience, he knows it’s true. She is so ready for it than a slight scissoring motion or two would do her in… but this is not what Klaus wants.

“Leave me alone, please, please, please… just leave me alone. I don’t want to come.” Bonnie whimpers in pitiful, broken voice. He can tell she is crying humiliated tears by the blatant betrayal of her body.

*Now, this is more like it. Two freaking weeks and we are finally getting somewhere. *

“Why is that, Bonnie? You are so close… squeezing my finger in like you need it… like you never want it gone… like you need a cock there all time… why would not a little bitch like you want to cum? ”

Bonnie makes a sound that resembles vaguely a chocked sob, which, strangely enough, finally gives Klaus a reason to get aroused. He pulls down his pants and boxers, without stopping to torture Bonnie’s weeping cunt with his other hand.

“I don’t want to… be… a slut.”

“Yet you are here, moaning for me like one.- Klaus reprimands her, using the same hard, chilling tone what used to make Greta to orgasm on the spot- Don’t you think you deserve some punishment for that?”

Bonnie bobs her head up and down, no longer trying to refrain her tears, and it gets the hybrid only more harder and…a little angry as well.

“Stop being so pathetically weak. You are a Bennett, for god’s sake. Show a little of dignity. ”

He gets up, comes back in a rush of air with a cane in his hands.

“Ass up, whore.”

And Bonnie predictably obeys, straining to keep her pretty, soft looking butt a bit higher despite her wobbling knees.

Her little body shakes under the impact the first blow, and Klaus wonders if this is how miserable he looked in those remote years he was just a boy, and Mikael used to punish him this way.

He is glad the man is dead… and he is glad that Bonnie is not. She smells sweet, like the musky juices that are keeping that pussy ready for his dick. Maybe he will tap that later, despite his digs at loosening her too much, because it feels divine when he sinks in that honeyed warmth and he knows he is the only lover the bitch ever had.

He lays the cane into her flushed flesh with increasing violence, listening as with each smack Bonnie’s restraint on her pain gets weaker – her hissing whimpers become barely stifled cries and then half-screams.

He stops only when her skin looks bruised, and his palms run over the heated surface of the fullest part of her backside in a possessive caress- Bonnie half-sobs again as her knees give in. She falls in with her cheeks right into his waiting hands.

“What are you, Bennett?” he asks, authoritatively, stroking her bottom soothingly, seductively.

“Useless little tart” she stumbles over the words, embarrassment clear in her voice as she repeats one of many endearments he has for her.

“Certainly –Klaus, nods, feeling strangely complacent as he curls his fingers in her wetness to catch some of her sour cream and uses to wet her asshole –Beside that?”

Bonnie shakes her head vehemently in denial as her hybrid master keeps on diligently smear her juices inside her anal opening, stretching her with two fingers before going with three.

“Come on, Bonnie. What are you?”

He flattens his palm to deliver another sound, painful slap on her already abused cheek.

“I don’t know- she adds eventually, drawing in one deep, pained breath- I don’t know anymore...”

Klaus smiles warmly, even knowing she can’t see it, deciding that maybe soon he will be able to have her sleeping in his bed, and grips her hips to steady her. He pushes his the tip of his cock in her asshole, a guttural grasp of pleasure escaping his lips at how the ring of muscle tightens around his member.

“I will tell you then- he grunts, thrusting deeper in her tight warmth – You are *mine*.”

It feels so good, to both say that and living it, fucking her ass as there’s no tomorrow, than he almost misses her litany of softly muttered ‘yes, yes, oh gods yes,yours, please. Yours. Yes, please…’.

Somehow knowing that the pure, moralistic Bonnie Bennett is enjoying the humiliation and pain he inflicts makes his arousal to skyrocket to high heavens. He is suddenly very close to orgasm, and it’s unprecedented, because he had always thought that finishing within less than two minutes was an indignity reserved to mortals.

He pulls out almost completely as he feels it coming, and the effect is exactly what he had meant it to be: his semen trickles out her violated hole and between her round ass cheeks, giving his new witch the first of many creampies to come.

The sight almost turns him all over again, but not quite.

Bonnie is breathing hard, and the stench of her arousal is still tainting the air and getting Klaus in a less than forgiving mood.

If he had not such a horny whore under him, he would have lasted more. She ruined it, and it’s not like he will get a second chance to pop her second cherry.

Stupid, horny bitch. – he thinks, knowing he is getting petulant and not quite caring.

He spreads open her wet folds out of simple pettiness, thrusting in three fingers at once and roughly so… Bonnie responded right away, her inner muscles wrapping around him in a shuddering grip.

“Don’t make me – the witch gasps breathlessly even while her cunt takes him deeper- Please, Klaus don’t make to -”

“Stop yapping –He growls angrily because at this point, he really wants to feel her orgasming harder than she ever did – and just take it, little bitch. You know you like it… you LOVE IT… and you are mine! You don’t get to say no to me! ”

“Please…”

In a sudden burst of inspiration, Klaus reaches for the cane he abandoned on the floor, sticks one end of it straight down her asshole … again.

Bonnie’s responding yelp of shocked protest sends all of his blood rushing south. “ Does it feel better like that, my pet? ”

“Oh, god- the witch groans- get that out, pl-”

But before she can do as much as plead for reprieve, her orgasm catches up to her, and her whole body shudders and sighs as makes one wild, inarticulate sound under him and then goes slack.

Klaus looks down to his newly erect cock, removes the cane and throws it across the room.

“Don’t pass out on me Bennett, we just started…”

END

I am not opposed to writing a sequel to fill in the forced nudity and forced masturbation parts of the prompt, but I need to know if anyone even read or enjoyed this one first. I would hate wasting my time on something nobody will read.