Push her face down into the pillow.

Niki let out an excited little yelp as she was bent over the bed, and her face was pressed into the pillow.

"Now, the interesting thing about this position," Shiroe murmured into her ear, "is that if you wanted to tell me to stop right now, you couldn't. So we're going to arrange a little signal. If you need me to stop, smack the bed with your hand, like this." Shiroe smacked the mattress twice with Niki's hand. "Understand?"

Niki moaned into the pillow.

"Show me what you're going to do if we need to stop."

Niki turned her head to the side "Fuck you! Just start ti--" but Shiroe cupped the pillow over her mouth, turning the rest into frustrated mumbling.

"Now, now. None of that. You want to play? You must play by my rules. Now be a good girl, and show me what you're going to do if you need me to stop."

Niki fumed for a moment longer, before pounding her fist twice on the mattress hard enough to send reverberations through the leg of the bed into the floor.

"Wow. Look how strong you are," Shiroe murmured, slowly dragging his fingertips along the flanks of Niki's thighs. "It's a too bad strength isn't going to help you here." He stroked and swirled his fingertips along the sides of her waist, teasing her skin with light, feathery touches. "Yeah. You already know that, don't you. You've been here before. All the muscle in the world can't save you from becoming a gibbering wreck."

Shiroe suddenly dug his fingertips into Niki's belly, tickling her deep as she suddenly doubled over. He adjusted the pillow, making sure it covered her mouth and not her nose, and then resumed tickling with his other hand. His hand mercilessly explored her belly, seeking out and exploiting every sensitive nook and cranny.

For her part, all Niki could do was laugh into the pillow. She couldn't even see where his hands were going to go next, and the sounds of her own muffled laughter drove home the hopelessness of her situation. She was trapped, utterly trapped against this bed. And Shiroe's cruel fingers gave her no respite as they swirled around her bellybutton and up the side of her body to her armpit.

Niki writhed. She bounced. She screamed bloody ****. Shiroe attacked the backs of her knees before slowly working his way down to her feet. Beads of sweat began to form, soon trickling down her whole body as her underwear slowly became drenched.

Shiroe smirked slightly, upon seeing her wetness, and redoubled his efforts. She screamed and howled into the pillow until a trembling of a different sort overtook her body. And there was a soft laughter that reached her ears. It was Shiroe, chuckling at the sight of a job well-done.

Niki started to turn her head to the side, to speak, but Shiroe moved the pillow to keep her mouth covered. After squirming for a bit, she remembered the signal, and gave it. He pulled the pillow away from her mouth.

"Put it in," she begged.

"Put what in?" he asked in dark amusement. "We're not even doing anything. I'm tickling you. That's it. You've still got your clothes on..."

Niki yanked her panties down to her knees and yelled "FUCK ME."

Shiroe immediately pressed the pillow over her mouth again, and began dragging a fist back and forth along her dripping slit, the knuckles crudely brushing past her clit one after another. Niki moaned into the pillow as his fingers slowly slipped deeper inside of her, sliding, grinding and dragging as they drew climax after breathless, shuddery climax out of her. Niki's mind slowly sank into a girly haze of warm, fluttery sweetness. When he finally pulled the pillow away, letting cold, crisp air into her lungs, she could barely think of what air was for, although her body seemed to remember.

"Shiroe?" She rolled over, and looked around bleerily, her eyes glazed over as she tried to make sense of the world.

"Shhh. It's okay. I'm here. I've got you." he said, wrapping his arms around her. "You're safe. In my world, this is what they call sub-space. You're going to be okay. I'm here. You're good. You're good."

"I'm... good?" A silly smile slowly spread across Niki's face.

She'd been good.

True to his word, Shiroe held her until she fell asleep, then kept an eye on her to make sure she was okay. He lay as still as he could, so as not to disturb her, but internally, he was kicking himself .

He'd pushed her too far, too fast. Driven her all the way into the mindless haze of sub-space before he'd even realized what was going on. And while it was true that her mind would come back to her eventually-- they always did-- it had been irresponsible of him to push her that far without talking to her about it first.

So he did the best he could, by providing aftercare-- holding her close and whispering soothing things to her. Right now, her mind was a bundle of raw overstimulated pleasure nerves, slowly rocking back and forth and luxuriating in the stimulus of the outside world. Shiroe provided her an island for that mindless ball of pleasure to cling to, with his body, his voice and, assuming they could be understood at all, his words.

"It's okay," he murmured over and over again to the bronzed warrior cuddling him. "You did good."

But he vowed that next time, he would do better.