Re: Blue Doll [2/2]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 11:21:36 UTC
Sensing his bewilderment, Russia chuckles to himself before releasing Prussia's hand and grabbing him by the throat, slowly lifting him up and off the ground. He's surprised at how submissive the albino is; perhaps he has learned his lesson already?
Prussia then kicks his captor right in the Primorsky, feeling a rush of defiance from the way that his eyes tear up instinctively at the edges. Whatever it is that Russia wants to do to him, if he resists like that, then he'll have enough energy to keep himself from mentally collapsing. Probably.
"Silly..." Russia winces, but still keeps a firm hold on Prussia's throat. "You're only making this much, much less fun for you." He lets go, letting Prussia fall to the ground and taking advantage of his shock by slipping the bag over his head.
"Wha -" Prussia never gets a chance to say anything because Russia's already tied the bag around his neck; cutting off his air supply. H-he's...
"Much better," Russia approves before striking Prussia across the top of his head, grinning as his prisoner gasps... only to have the bag suck into his mouth. He tries to bite through, but the plastic not cooperating, and he can feel himself running out of oxygen.
Russia makes some kind of weird, animal-like noise, but Prussia doesn't notice because he's too busy realizing that he can't breathe. Sure, he had been tortured before, but at least there had been air! Once again, his mouth clamps shut on the bag, and he mentally curses when his teeth can't break through.
Wait... was that a bulge in the front of Russia's coat!? The bastard was actually getting a hard-on!? The disgusting, twisted... but Gott he can't breathe...
"There we go," Russia grins again, like that was what he was waiting for all along. He picks up Prussia again and loosens the knot, allowing precious oxygen to flow through the bag and into Prussia's lungs. The ex-nation inhales hungrily, not caring how weak it was making him look.
"Y-you bastard..." he gasps, too exhausted to bother physical resistance anymore. "If you're thinking you're gonna rape me, you've got another thing coming." Big words.
"Why, of course not!" Russia looks horrified, though Prussia knows that it's just an act and nothing more. "I would never do that to a guest! But how can I help it if you look so... how does the American idiot call it? Ah, irresistible, when you are gasping for air like a drowning fish?"
So he's torturing him just to satisfy his own sick fantasies. That makes Prussia feel so much better.
"I think that you are ready for another round, da?" Without warning, the knot tightens again, and this time, Russia holds him close the entire time, knowing that the lack of oxygen will make it impossible for him to attack, and he'll go limp like a corpse in his arms. His own, personal doll to do with as he pleased. Oh, yes, Russia would have so much fun with this. At least, until Prussia says that he'll become one with him, that is, but he knows the ex-nation. He would never give up that easily. So why not play with him until he did? After all, everyone becomes one with Russia.
Fritz help me... is the only thing Prussia thinks as his mind is overtaken by panic.
That... it failed so epically. Author!anon has officially discovered that she can't write kinky stuff, and has no idea at how hard-ons actually work, but thinks that Russia would be completely nonchalant about getting one. orz
Prussia then kicks his captor right in the Primorsky, feeling a rush of defiance from the way that his eyes tear up instinctively at the edges. Whatever it is that Russia wants to do to him, if he resists like that, then he'll have enough energy to keep himself from mentally collapsing. Probably.
"Silly..." Russia winces, but still keeps a firm hold on Prussia's throat. "You're only making this much, much less fun for you." He lets go, letting Prussia fall to the ground and taking advantage of his shock by slipping the bag over his head.
"Wha -" Prussia never gets a chance to say anything because Russia's already tied the bag around his neck; cutting off his air supply. H-he's...
"Much better," Russia approves before striking Prussia across the top of his head, grinning as his prisoner gasps... only to have the bag suck into his mouth. He tries to bite through, but the plastic not cooperating, and he can feel himself running out of oxygen.
Russia makes some kind of weird, animal-like noise, but Prussia doesn't notice because he's too busy realizing that he can't breathe. Sure, he had been tortured before, but at least there had been air! Once again, his mouth clamps shut on the bag, and he mentally curses when his teeth can't break through.
Wait... was that a bulge in the front of Russia's coat!? The bastard was actually getting a hard-on!? The disgusting, twisted... but Gott he can't breathe...
"There we go," Russia grins again, like that was what he was waiting for all along. He picks up Prussia again and loosens the knot, allowing precious oxygen to flow through the bag and into Prussia's lungs. The ex-nation inhales hungrily, not caring how weak it was making him look.
"Y-you bastard..." he gasps, too exhausted to bother physical resistance anymore. "If you're thinking you're gonna rape me, you've got another thing coming." Big words.
"Why, of course not!" Russia looks horrified, though Prussia knows that it's just an act and nothing more. "I would never do that to a guest! But how can I help it if you look so... how does the American idiot call it? Ah, irresistible, when you are gasping for air like a drowning fish?"
So he's torturing him just to satisfy his own sick fantasies. That makes Prussia feel so much better.
"I think that you are ready for another round, da?" Without warning, the knot tightens again, and this time, Russia holds him close the entire time, knowing that the lack of oxygen will make it impossible for him to attack, and he'll go limp like a corpse in his arms. His own, personal doll to do with as he pleased. Oh, yes, Russia would have so much fun with this. At least, until Prussia says that he'll become one with him, that is, but he knows the ex-nation. He would never give up that easily. So why not play with him until he did? After all, everyone becomes one with Russia.
Fritz help me... is the only thing Prussia thinks as his mind is overtaken by panic.
That... it failed so epically. Author!anon has officially discovered that she can't write kinky stuff, and has no idea at how hard-ons actually work, but thinks that Russia would be completely nonchalant about getting one. orz
I hope that a better anon fills this...
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