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Okay listen- if there was ever a time for you to listen to me and not have high expectations for my writing, it is now. This fic, for lack of better terms, is very, very intense. It contains things I never really thought I would write for, but due to recent information I will spare us all from, a lot of the actions in this fic are exactly as it seems; revenge for a circumstance that went too far.

Please, please don’t expect this to be super good, but expect it to be intense. I will very rarely write for some of the topics in here, but please go into this knowing what you can handle. I do have a small aftercare blurb because I did not put it in here, I left it right before

WARNINGS: ANGRY, MERCILESS DUNCAN, BELT SPANKING, MANHANDLING, DEGRADATION, 🐱 SLAPPING (yeah she made one hell of a comeback), FINGER GAGGING, ROUGH F*NGERING, CHOKING, THEMES OF DUB-CON, SORRY MOMMA

Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader x Axel Cluney; Duncan could not have found your’s and Axel’s little prank less funny if he tried.

“How was your day, you little brat?”

The question stops you dead in your tracks, and it made your stomach do flips. Axel merely snickers as you aren’t sure what to say, the sound of the boiling water breaking the tense, awful silence.

Duncan’s jaw is set so hard, you’re afraid he’s going to break it. His face is flushed with anger, and if it wasn’t your fault for making him this way, you’d immediately cup his cheek and let him crumble to your touch.

But you can’t. You’re afraid that if you raise your hand, he’ll break it in his.

“Duncan-“

He cuts you off by grabbing your wrist and pulling you down the hall. Axel opens his mouth to interject, but Duncan locks his angry, fiery eyes with his.

“Your job is to not say anything,” Duncan snaps, his tight grip making you squirm and fight from him.

“Just don’t do anything stupid,” Axel reminds, turning back to his food.

Duncan turns back to tugging you down the hall, you fighting him the whole time.

“Duncan, what are you doing!” You scream, struggling against his grip.

“I was at work,” he reminds angrily. “Doing that to me in a meeting. Full volume, might I add.” He growled, forcing you into the bedroom. You opened your mouth before shutting it. “Bed,” he commanded. “Then don’t fucking move.”

You couldn’t help but feel the new wave of arousal pool in the pit of your stomach and spread across your body, the warm, fluttering sensation making it hard to sit still like Duncan wants. This side of Duncan was always insane, eyes seething with anger and wanting nothing more than to put you in your place.

You gently sit on the bed, waiting for his orders, unable to meet his blazing, crazy eyes.

Your stomach drops when you hear his belt come undone, and he cracks it together as he holds both ends in his hand.

“Hands and knees. No shorts. Now,” he demands. With shaky hands you grab the waistband of your shorts, letting it slide down your legs. Then, even more shakily, you crawl on his bed, facing away from him as you fix yourself on your hands and knees.

Duncan’s expensive boots tap firmly against the ground as he assumes his place behind you. His large, warm hand runs over your ass, grabbing a handful of it before smoothing it back out.

“You know I didn’t want to leave you today,” he says calmly, his nails digging into your rear. You keen at his touch and dig your teeth into your lip, fighting back the quiet moans that want to slip past your lips.

“No, I didn’t. Not at all. I wanted to cuddle with my good girl all day, but I couldn’t.” His belt taps experimentally on the back of your thighs, the coolness of the leather making you flex your muscles.

“Too bad.”

He punctuates his sentence with a swift, sharp crack to your ass, making you immediately scream out in pain. The stinging is brutal, and your teeth dig into your lip enough to pierce and draw blood.

“Why must you listen to Mr. Cluney?” He asks, finishing with another crack of his belt. You dig your fingers into the sheets, the heat of the smack resonates from your legs.

“Shit...” you whisper, blinking out the tears in your eyes.

“Quite the little mouth on you,” Duncan scolds, swinging his belt back, hitting the back of your thighs.

“So who’s idea was it, huh?” Duncan yelled, belt slapping against your ass sharply. You cried out again, arching forward to only be stopped by him, grabbing you hair and pulling you back.

“I can’t imagine that it was yours, because you know daddy has no problem getting a little nasty, but then again, I also know what a little slut you are for Mr. Cluney, following his orders like a brainwashed cult member. Nothing more than a mindless. little. bunny.” With each word he spat out, he added another crack of his belt against your ass.

Tears began sliding down your face, your body reacting to both, the intense pain of his belt and his nasty words. He didn’t give you a break, each crack of his belt either coming one after the other, or he switched between his belt and his hardened palm.

The interchanging smacks are rough, and you can’t help but actually start to cry; You looked over your shoulder as he suddenly started chuckling, eyes lowered as he licked his teeth.

“Speaking of little bunnies,” he says huskily, gripping your ankles and flipping you over. His roughness makes you feel insanely small, the manhandling like you’re nothing more than a rag doll sends a strange, sweet mixture of fear and pain through your veins.

“This little kitty of yours is so wet, dripping down your thighs like the nasty whore you are.” He tosses his belt to the side before mockingly pouting his lip out.

“But ‘daddy hurt your little pussy?’ Right?” He asks, echoing your exchange with Axel from earlier. You said nothing, tilting your head away from him and sniffing. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him slowly lean forward, trapping you under his body.

“What’s the word?” He asks, gently grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. You sniffle before smiling gently up at him, your overheating, wet face gazing back at him. He winces gently as he looks at you, and you can tell he thinks he’s overdone it.

“I’m good. Just...” your voice broke, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. “Easy with the belt.”

He nods and kisses your neck gently, but just before pulling away, he clamps his teeth down on your pulse point hard, making you yelp out in pain.

“Of course you don’t need to safe word. Such an obedient little slut. Maybe that’s why Mr. Cluney was able to manipulate that little brain of yours,” Duncan growls, his breath hot as he scales back down your body. He stops at your breasts, the heat falling from his lips sending a certain throb to your core.

“Tell me,” Duncan says quietly, sitting back up. “How much did Mr. Cluney hurt this sweet little kitty of yours?”

“He felt good, Daddy,” you admitted. It wasn’t a lie, of course. Axel was more than capable of-

“SHIT!” You scream, a sudden shock of obscene pain spreading across your cunt and pelvis. An obscenely loud wet sound resonates in the room, and you look up at Duncan, eyes wide as his face is lax, looking at you with no sympathy. The ring on his finger glistens from your arousal, under the lights of your bedroom.

“D-Daddy...” You whimper up at him. Duncan hums before shrugging, shifting closer.

“He felt good, huh? It felt good to go against daddy? Be a good little slut for Mr. Cluney, no?”

You started to shake your head before he brings the palm of his hand down to your wet core again, the formerly dulling slap bringing back a warm sting. You feel his ring hard against your mound, and you can’t help but focus on that intense sting. You arch your back as you cry out, a new wave of tears arising to your waterline.

“Don’t.” Slap. “Fucking.”Slap. “Lie.” Slap. “To.” Slap. “Me.”

Your pussy burned with each slap, the roughness and vulgarity of the action made you feel incredibly small against the borderline scary man before you. He snickered down at you as you cried, helplessly thrusting your hips into nothing in hopes of relief. You felt the heat radiating off your freshly abused skin, and you gaze up at Duncan in hopes of finding that glimmer of mercy.

Your head feels like Duncan’s holding it underwater, only bringing you up when his words, his slaps, the evil glare he sends you fades.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he demands, planting his hands on either side of you. You shakily obey, letting quiet, trembling huffs of tears out of your parted lips. Duncan jams three of his fingers inside your mouth, easing you past his knuckles in the first act of mercy he’s shown you all day.

“I was in a fucking meeting,” he says in anger. “You and Mr. Cluney almost cost me my goddamned job. Do you fucking understand me?” He shoves his fingers deeper, making you gag at his sudden movement. You breathe as smoothly as you can through your nose, but you find it hard to do because of your cries of stimulation.

Duncan shifts his knee between your legs, the roughness of his dark jeans creating a painful and burning chafe to your puffy cunt that stuns you enough to actually choke on his digits. He shushes you gently as cough around them, guiding his fingers out, and you sit up and try not to get sick.

You start to cry through your coughs, shaking violently as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Please daddy, I’m sorry,” you manage between deep breaths. It’s hard to look at him, it’s like it’s not even Duncan anymore. This is a new beast, one you’re not used to.

Duncan could be rough, but this is almost crazy.

He leans in close, breath hot as he breathes through his nose.

“I’ll bet you are. I’ll bet you fucking are.” He grabs your shoulder and pushed you back flat on the bed. He adds some extra spit onto his fingers before shoving them into you.

You practically scream at the roughness of his touch, his fingers and hand smacking into your swollen, throbbing cunt.

It almost becomes to much, the burning from his ring-clad, palm opened smacks being refreshed from the jamming of his fingers.

“Daddy,” You sob, eyes screwed shut. “Please.”

He shushes you again, but when you open your eyes to look at him, his face is much softer. “You’re almost done, baby. I’m almost done. Taking your punishment so well.”

You nod and screw your eyes shut again, trying to focus on the sweet stimulation Duncan’s fingering sends up and down your nervous system, but the overwhelming sting of the former slaps making themselves known. His free hand travels up your body and he pins his weight onto your throat, hard. Your own hand flies to his wrist as the pressure makes it hard to breathe, but you know he’s in control, and clawing at his arm is useless.

Your lungs beg for air, and your eyes are wide as you tap his arm three times, a sign to make him ease up. He does slightly, but it’s clear he’s not done with his lesson.

“Whose pussy is this really!” Duncan yells at you. His body practically traps you, the immediate feeling of claustrophobia and drowning fills your chest, and Duncan’s voice sounds far away again.

“Yours!” You cry back.

“Whose!”

“Yours!”

“WHOSE!”

“YOURS!”

The room goes quiet as Duncan finally starts to inch away from you, his face losing its red anger and he finally looks like his old self.

“Duncan,” You whimper, nails digging into the sheets. “I don’t wanna play anymore.”

“I know, baby,” he responds. He knows it’s becoming too much, but is surprised that you hold out on your safeword.

“Please let me cum, please, please-“

“Do it,” he whispered. “Daddy’s done being mad. You can cum.”

You groan in relief as he agrees, and you arch your back as he continues to curl his long fingers.

Your orgasm doesn’t take very long to build, it was prominent when Duncan was spanking you. But it soon crashes into you like a truck, stealing your breath and making dark spots cloud your vision. You lay limp as Duncan continues to finger you, unable to form coherent words. You babble up at him, dazed, as you feel your hot fluids spill over your thighs.

Everything’s on fire as you cum, your nerves screaming out at him, begging him to be gentle.

Duncan finally finishes his ferocious curls as you start to twitch, your body already twitching in discomfort at the end of your climax. You lay in front of him, a whimpering, shaky, mentally broken mess. It feels to good to stop Duncan when he’s on a rampage like that, but the aftermath is almost enough to drive you insane.

He brings his fingers to his lips, sucking on them to clean them of your juices.

“I am still... so incredibly, horrendously, indescribably mad at you both,” he whispers calmly. You sniffle and nod, wrapping your arms around yourself. He brushes the hair out of your face, but his heart breaks when you flinch lightly.

“If you ever, ever think it’s a good idea to listen to him about fucking with me while I’m at work, don’t listen to him.”

“We thought it would make you bothered,” you mutter, voice hoarse.

“I know, baby,” he says softly. “Can I hold you?”

You shake your head, the sweat from your punishment starting to form. Duncan sighs.

“I think I took it to far-“

“No,” you say suddenly. You try to sit up, but the welts on your ass from his belt prevent it. “Don’t do this. Don’t do this to yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You reach for his hand, and he grabs yours gently. “I just can’t move right now. I’m just trying to... come back down.”

“What can I get? What can I do?”

You sigh in thought, “water. Something to eat. You, and Axel’s aloe vera.”

“Do you want Axel to come too?” Duncan asks.

You nod and slowly release his hand.

“Okay- I’ll be back,” Duncan assures, leaning down to kiss your cheek. The bed shifts as it stands up, and he scratches the back of his head as he leaves.

The air in the hallway is cooler than in the room, and Axel smirks at him as he sees him.

“Well, well, well, I assume you need some help with the whole teddy bear thing?” He asks, pausing his movie.

Duncan nodded, “She specifically requested for you and your aloe.”

“Aloe?” Axel asks, standing up. “How bad was this punishment?”

“Bad.”

Axel merely grins as he follows Duncan into the kitchen, opening the fridge for aloe and a chilled water bottle.

“I gotta ask,” axel says suddenly. “What exactly is yours, Mr. Shepherd?”

Duncan chuckled lowly as he grabs a box of crackers from the cupboard, taking one out himself before looking dead at Axel.

“What’s mine, Mr. Cluney,” he points across the kitchen where his room is, down the hall. “Is that sweet, obedient pussy down the hall, covered in bruises from my belt, rings, and choking, and the girl who owns it.”

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