Mat didn't say anything as Ash tugged his shirt from 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 at this point. She saw him as a toy, and his movements and arousal to her presence was incredibly... Interesting. Gently she tugged his boots from his feet, his socks followed as they were tossed aside rather casually.
Shyly Mathew squirmed a bit when she tugged his pants off, pulling his boxers down with the camouflage fatigues. She had done this with such care this time, her eyes watching every movement he made as [REDACTED]. With such care she must have had some sort of practice pulling clothes off tinies like him before... Mat's mind wandered to them, how many she potentially ripped apart doing the same thing she just did to his frail little form. After all, at his size it didn't take much to kill him. The smaller he got though, the more pressure seemed to be dispersed across his body.
Gently she pulled a small tube from her pocket, using a single hand to unscrew the top of it before she let him lay on the able before her. She spread his legs out with her index finger, playfully running her finger [REDACTED]. It worked, his body quivering and quaking as he sharply inhaled. Slowly she pulled his arms apart as well, and with the tube of liquid she gently glued each limb in place. Mathew didn't move, not an inch as he lightly inhaled and exhaled, looking up to the goddess before him.
The glue dried, and he was stuck... Nowhere to go, he was her toy for the taking.
The drawer opened and gently she pulled out a Q-tip, smirking down to Mathew as she watched [REDACTED]. The soft cotton head of the stick gently touched the underside of [REDACTED], and with that she began to dance it in circles. Every little touch was like a wave of pleasure as Mathew's mind went back to each of his deaths so far - His month in the Borderlands beneath Willow's foot, the tests... Being eaten alive by Alex. Her gentle touch with the q-tip was more than enough for him to enjoy.
His body quaked as he tried to keep himself together, but he couldn't. With a light whimper he [REDACTED], filling the cotton swab with the [REDACTED]. However, that wasn't the end for the little one...
Ash accidentally touched the swab back to his arousal, getting another jump of pleasure from him. Curiously, she flipped the swab around and continued to play with the little one, watching him groan and moan as though he hadn't actually [REDACTED] yet. A cruel smirk crossed her lips as she watched him tug against the glue holding him down. The more she played, the more he struggled.
"Stop, Please." he whimpered after a few more times around, but the pleasure kept coming...
His mind was on overload... Too much of a good thing, it had become a special kind of torture.