The Punisher Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She remarked bitingly, "You really do treat Caterina well, Simone. If I were your actual biological sister, I guess I could make any mistake without consequence, knowing you'd always bail me out." I furrowed my brow and said coldly, "Caterina has already spent five years being punished for her mistake. Isn't that enough, Maria? I've kept my promise to you for these five years since Caterina was the one who did you wrong and made you suffer back then.

I feel so relieved. When I think, he’s done, he stands behind me and says, squeezing my buttocks. “I know, you’re exhausted, but still you’ve to take whatever I give you.” He pulls his jeans down and grinds his hard dick against my ass after pulling out the plug and hurling it. “And you know during your punishment, where my dick goes.” In my asshole. He never fucks my pussy during my punishment. It’s a rule which I hate. Because after all the arousal from punishment, I yearn to feel him inside my pussy.

“Step out of them.” I kicked the pants away and came to stand in front of him. I watched one of my beautiful possessions. Tied. Blindfolded. Naked. And for me to pleasure, punish and fuck. “You look beautiful, little shadow.” “Please, punish me already.” I chuckled. “Look at you being so impatient to get punished.” He shook his head. “I am impatient to get to the part where you fuck me.” “Hmm… Fine. Let’s do it. How many do you think would be enough to earn my forgiveness?”

My body was betraying me again — that deep, throbbing ache building despite the punishment. Dante leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Liar. But I told you — I won’t force you tonight. This was just a reminder.” His hand gave one final, firm squeeze to my sore ass. “Next time you try to run, the punishment will be much worse. And you still won’t get my cock until you’re on your knees begging for it like the desperate little bunny you are.” The elevator dinged. Penthouse level.

He pressed my groin against the edge of the cheap porcelain, grinding his hips against my backside. "I think you have a long way to go in figuring out you're not that woman any longer." This was nothing more than a reminder that I'd never see my friends again or my home—my very empty home. "Now, what's going to happen is that I'm going to discipline you here instead of waiting. Trust me when I say, you'd prefer that I handle your punishment." "Instead of the bounty hunter? You didn't like that at all, did you? I mean when you learned he put his hands all over me."

In their eyes, one could sense the predator about to lunge. “I didn’t... I was forced. He drunk me.” It’s fruitless, my explanation. Kieran shoots up from his seat, and in the next ticking second, he dashes me to the wall, pinning my body against it and leaning forward to speak into my ears, “You want to be punished, don’t you?” I lose myself at the whispers of his tone, which sounds absolutely ethereal to me, and I shrink in his touch, even though it is harsh. “She’s a bad girl that needs to be punished.” Is the next thing he says before he flips my body so that I have my face against the wall. With my back exposed to him, he uses his claw to tear the dress.

"No, baby. I'm thinking about how to punish you next time." My breath caught in my throat. "Next time?" "That was rule number one." His hand dipped lower, brushing through the wetness between my thighs, making me jerk with sensitivity. "You were supposed to wait for permission, and you didn't… and remember who wanted to play this game." I bit my lip, watching his face, the intensity in his eyes sending a fresh wave of heat through me despite how thoroughly spent I felt. "What's my punishment going to be?" Hunter's smile widened, all predator now. "You will have to wait and see. You can't take me again, baby."

I pointed to my black leather couch that was adjacent to where we took the shots. She gave me a stern look before giving in and walking with me over to the couch. I sat down on the couch first, and pulled her in front of my view. "See, now I knew this wasn't a nap. Mr. let's pour Hunnie three shots!!" She blushes at my hands already traveling up her dress. "It should be, Mr. Punisher, because that's what I'm going to do to you." "Oh, you going to punish me? For what?" She said holding onto my arms that were sliding up to her breast now.

He shakes, legs straightening ooon the bed while my nipples and cock get painfully hard. He shakes again, hitting my throat deeper than at the Venom mansion. I bop my head, my ungloved hand grip and squeezes his balls. I'm insane. This is insane. My whole body is a mess of need and greed. I want to spread his ass apart and dig my heavily hard cock inside his mouth, then his ass. Instead, I push deeper into him until I gasp for air. "So good, 01," I growl, squeezing his balls at the punishment.

Her vulnerability was heart-wrenching, a broken girl reliving years of hell, her bitter life a litany of wrongs: endless abuse, stolen childhood, dreams crushed under his boot. But it seemed someone heard her pleas as the door burst open like a storm. Silas, having followed after hearing from a student witness. His intimidating frame filled the entry, eyes blazing with controlled fury. "Get away from her!" he thundered, voice deep and commanding. Her father whirled, sneering at him. "Who the fuck are you? Her pimp?" Silas moved with masterful precision, subduing the man in seconds, a firm grip on his arm, twisting it behind his back, forcing him to the ground without excess force.