Mat didn't say a word as Ash tugged his shirt form his chest, holding him ever so gently. Her touch was comforting to say the least, a respite from all the other pains he had been through. She could tell he had been through quite a bit so far, but that wasn't her concern. Most of her toys have had a hard time before running into her. His movements and arousal to her presence was simply interesting. Gently, she tugged his boots from his feet, his socks followed as they were tossed aside rather casually.

Shyly, Mathew squirmed when he was disrobed. His face was beat-red as she pulled his boxers down with the camouflage fatigues. She had done this with such care, her eyes watching every movement he made as his cock throbbed between his legs. There was too much precision, too much practiced motion as she masterfully manipulated his body - She'd done this before, many times before.

His mind wandered to her past attempts, how many she potentially ripped apart before him doing the same thing she had to his frail little form. After all, at his size it didn't take much to pull him to pieces.

Ash pulled a small tube from her pocket. Using a single hand to unscrew the top, she let him lay down on the table before her. With her index finger she spread out his legs and arms, playfully running the tip of her finger up the underside of his erection as she brought her hand back. The sharp inhale, seeing him fight his urge to curl up like a dying bug at her touch... It brought a smirk to her face. He quivered and quaked, taking in deep, long breaths as he stared up at her.

Slowly, she brought the tube of liquid's tip to each limb, letting a drop cover his ankles and wrists.

Mathew didn't move, not an inch as he lightly inhaled and exhaled, looking up to the goddess before him.

She leaned down, her lips pursing as she blew over him. Her breath caused his toes to curl, his head to roll back, his stomach to tense, and his erection to madly twitch. He felt the glue solidify, disappearing almost as he was sealed onto her table. When he was sure there was a strong seal, he tested his bindings, tugging gently and twitching. Mathew heard a drawer open, then close again. Looking down his body he saw his erection, an arousal pointed skyward. Between her fingers now was a Q-Tip as she smirked down to him. His breath shook, his heart wildly rapidly pulsed in his chest.

The soft tip rolled across his cheek, under his chin. She teased him, dragging it down the side of his stomach to watch him tense. With the glue now set, he tried to curl up, whimpering and panting. Mathew looked down his body as the tool slid down his leg, rolling over his knee to his inner thigh. It slid up, tantalizingly close to his erection before she pulled back.

Back arched, Mathew's fingers and toes flexed. He looked up to her, begging, pleading her to use him with every fiber of his being. Not verbally, as the tiny one was unable to form coherent thought. The Q-Tip's soft end ran back along his stomach. He watched it swirl, tapping his belly button before lowering.

Then, a jolt of pleasure washed over him. He gasped as he felt it touch his erection, pushing the hard member down as it simply rolled him over. Mat watched it pop back up, the tip of her tool caressing its underside, forcing it left, right, dragging the soft cotton to his tip before twirling it in place. Every little touch was amplified by the anticipation of this moment. Mathew panted, gasping as she toyed with him. His mind went back to his deaths so far - Inside Willow's boot in the Borderlands, being eaten alive by Alex.

Ash's gentle touch was a torturously pleasureful heaven.

His body quaked as he tried to keep himself together, but he couldn't. With a light whimper he climaxed, filling the cotton swab with a bright, glowing blue liquid. Ash's brow rose as she saw the substance, smirking down to him.

"Cool party trick," She laughed, cleaning up the mess with the other side of her Q-Tip, "Not gonna save you though."

It was just as much a shock to him as it was to her. Stunned, Mathew looked down his body to see the ethereal remnants of his first climax in his new life. He gasped as the soft tip drug along the liquid on his stomach, sending a chill of pleasure through him as another small bead formed. As she drew the last bit of the glowing substance from his body, the tip of her tool brushed the head of his cock, and he gasped with agonizing pleasure.

His erection didn't go away.

"Alright then," She cooed, tossing the Q-Tip down into a trash bin below her desk, "How much more can you take?"

No refractory period. He still squirmed with pleasure, tugging at his restraints. His body was ready to go, yearning to produce more of that glowing liquid for her. Mathew wasn't expecting this, he didn't know what was going on with his body, just that his mind was slowly being lost to ecstasy.

Armed with another Q-Tip, he looked down to see it hovering over the tip of his throbbing, faintly glowing erection. He arched his back, barely able to stifle a moan as he looked up to her with pleading eyes. The glue was doing its work, holding him in place as he writhed like a little worm before the bird of prey. He was in overload, too much of a good thing had become a special kind of torture.

And she was about to break him, again and again - destroying his will with each passing climax, forcing him to the brink and shoving him into the abyss...

It would never end, so long as she remained entertained.