Voices...

Once again, he could feel someone's skin on his back. Their fingers curling around his body, their touch before the little one could even awake. He stood no chance against them when they found him before he had his senses. Already caught before he could make his way on his own. Even with that being the case, though, he still didn't regret the outcomes of his previous encounters.

The circumstances this time were rougher. People talking, their voices muffled by the skin on either side of his head. Soft texture from her thumb's print gently slid down his chest and body as he was contorted, rubbing his erection like a fidget toy. He could feel his cock being forced in different directions, completely at the mercy of the person who held him. She had no idea how much she was doing to him. Idly, she spoke with a friend across from her, one that Mat was unable to see from inside the prison of her hand's embrace.

"Melanie," is all he made out of her name in conversation.

They weren't talking about him. He wasn't important to either of the two, just a thing to be toyed with. His tiny heart fluttered as, while rough, her attentions weren't exactly unpleasant. He could tell their conversation was nearing a close, the muffled sounds of the two women overhead drown out still as Melanie's thumb gave him no quarter.

Perhaps she would take her thumb off of him?

Maybe he'd get a chance to see her face?

Something to let him know whether or not he'd been with her before. Melanie's hand opened. He barely got a flash of the outside world before her other hand's thumb settled on his stomach and chest, pressing firmly into her palm.

~Crack~

Mathew let out a gurgling squeak as he felt his chest implode in an instant. His legs were forced upward as the tip of his arousal brushed against the tip of her thumb, almost mockingly as she crushed him. Everything poured onto him at once, this time the agony and pleasure was more acute. Like an arms race against his own mind, with every passing death the pain and pleasure became more intense, keeping him from truly getting accustom to his experiences. Resilience built, overcome by increased sensation.

The light faded to black as the space between her palm and thumb tip sealed. It sounded like he was underwater again, his skull collapsed in an instant with a reverberating squelch. He felt his eyes bulge, his intestines push out his side. Everything was over quickly. Her thumb twisted in another squelch to extinguish him. The last thing he felt was his body being wiped up by a tissue and thrown into the trash.

He never even saw the face of his tormentor...