Schröder's Cat [7/?]
anonymous
November 13 2009, 19:49:19 UTC
“Ah… Well.” He smirked, his eyes drifting down to how his cock was thrusting in and out of his mouth. “Truth is.. Is that I need you, Da? This requires two partners..”
Ludwig was unsure what he was talking about. He took it in terms of the pipeline, but the way he was staring at his lips, his thumb running over them occasionally as he picked up the speed of his thrusts.. He could be talking about something else. He decided to close his eyes and ignore him. Better to get through what he was doing to him that way.
“My Natural Gas leading directly to you.. You’re the only one I can trust with this, Ludwig.” He reached up and stroked his hairs down, pushing his cock to the side of his mouth and giving shallow thrusts, rubbing his shaft against his tongue a bit eagerly. “There’s no one else who can help me.”
He blushed, but still was trying hard to ignore him, thinking instead of complex algorithms and number systems. Anything to get his mind away from what was happening to him at that moment, his mouth only open, letting him do what he wished. Without a warning, the shaft was pulled from his mouth and he gasped a desperate breath, eyes snapping open to see what was wrong. He instead met the Russian’s eyes.
“See? You barely try to resist.”
“F-Fuck you.” Ivan raised his eyebrows. “I-I d-don’t care how much you fuck my mouth or.. W-whatever. But I-if you think this is the way to change my mind? HA!”
He conjured up the little saliva he had and spit it at the Nation, miraculously hitting him with a disgusting ’plop’. It had landed on his waist, making Ivan look down, confused, attention now on the act of rebellion Ludwig had shown.
“T-Then you’re more of an idiot than I thought. You haven’t changed! You’re the same fucking greedy raping bastard you always were! You think I’m going t-to help you now? F-Fuck YOU! Seriously, FUCK YOU.”
When the violet eyes moved up, going from the stain to Ludwig’s own blue ones, that was when he knew he shouldn’t have done what he did. They were filled with an intensity that Ludwig had only heard about from his brother’s nightmares. One of insanity mixed with rage. He could swear he saw a twinkle in them as the Russian began to smile a grin that made Ludwig’s whole body turn to ice. His fingers cracked above and Ludwig couldn’t react before he was thrown onto his stomach with a violent rage. There was no warning when his pants were wrenched down and in a single sweeping move, Ludwig regretted ever stepping into a room with such a Nation. He should have known better, and he had done it anyways.
He was being raped.
He arched and let out his scream, trying to tell the world he was being violated at that moment. For them to send help, or call the Police, or anything. But nothing came, no doors being ripped open to save him, or windows being shattered with troops coming in. He was alone, left to claw at the rug, trying to get away from the cock that was tearing him apart, forcing into his most private areas and violating it with an intensity that ran through his body. He began to scream louder when a tie, his tie, suddenly silenced his throat, his head jerking as his teeth bit into it, trying to resist what he knew Ivan was doing. His jacket was ripped off instead and his head forced to the ground as the Russian rapidly thrust down, making Ludwig scream into the fabric, feeling his colon burning from the sensation. It hurt. It hurt like it had in Stalingrad and just like in Berlin. He thrashed to get away, but he knew by now it was worthless to try.
Ludwig was unsure what he was talking about. He took it in terms of the pipeline, but the way he was staring at his lips, his thumb running over them occasionally as he picked up the speed of his thrusts.. He could be talking about something else. He decided to close his eyes and ignore him. Better to get through what he was doing to him that way.
“My Natural Gas leading directly to you.. You’re the only one I can trust with this, Ludwig.” He reached up and stroked his hairs down, pushing his cock to the side of his mouth and giving shallow thrusts, rubbing his shaft against his tongue a bit eagerly. “There’s no one else who can help me.”
He blushed, but still was trying hard to ignore him, thinking instead of complex algorithms and number systems. Anything to get his mind away from what was happening to him at that moment, his mouth only open, letting him do what he wished. Without a warning, the shaft was pulled from his mouth and he gasped a desperate breath, eyes snapping open to see what was wrong. He instead met the Russian’s eyes.
“See? You barely try to resist.”
“F-Fuck you.” Ivan raised his eyebrows. “I-I d-don’t care how much you fuck my mouth or.. W-whatever. But I-if you think this is the way to change my mind? HA!”
He conjured up the little saliva he had and spit it at the Nation, miraculously hitting him with a disgusting ’plop’. It had landed on his waist, making Ivan look down, confused, attention now on the act of rebellion Ludwig had shown.
“T-Then you’re more of an idiot than I thought. You haven’t changed! You’re the same fucking greedy raping bastard you always were! You think I’m going t-to help you now? F-Fuck YOU! Seriously, FUCK YOU.”
When the violet eyes moved up, going from the stain to Ludwig’s own blue ones, that was when he knew he shouldn’t have done what he did. They were filled with an intensity that Ludwig had only heard about from his brother’s nightmares. One of insanity mixed with rage. He could swear he saw a twinkle in them as the Russian began to smile a grin that made Ludwig’s whole body turn to ice. His fingers cracked above and Ludwig couldn’t react before he was thrown onto his stomach with a violent rage. There was no warning when his pants were wrenched down and in a single sweeping move, Ludwig regretted ever stepping into a room with such a Nation. He should have known better, and he had done it anyways.
He was being raped.
He arched and let out his scream, trying to tell the world he was being violated at that moment. For them to send help, or call the Police, or anything. But nothing came, no doors being ripped open to save him, or windows being shattered with troops coming in. He was alone, left to claw at the rug, trying to get away from the cock that was tearing him apart, forcing into his most private areas and violating it with an intensity that ran through his body. He began to scream louder when a tie, his tie, suddenly silenced his throat, his head jerking as his teeth bit into it, trying to resist what he knew Ivan was doing. His jacket was ripped off instead and his head forced to the ground as the Russian rapidly thrust down, making Ludwig scream into the fabric, feeling his colon burning from the sensation. It hurt. It hurt like it had in Stalingrad and just like in Berlin. He thrashed to get away, but he knew by now it was worthless to try.
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