All you have ( part 1a /?)
anonymous
April 8 2011, 22:33:19 UTC
Germany's jaw tightened as he thought of something, anything, that could help him out of his present situation. His eyes scanned the room, searching for a door, a vent, even a chimney, to use an escape route. There was only one door, a few meters in front of him, and a very small air vent near the ceiling, but nothing else.
He tested his bindings then, finding out that they were strongly connected to sturdy chains that were screwed in the ceiling above him. There was really nothing he could do right know but try to talk her captor out of whatever she had planned for him.
“ Listen, Natalia...” She slapped him hard and placed the knife against the underside of his nose. “ You shall not address me by my human name!” She warned him.
“ Belarus, listen, that was a long time ago, and I think I had paid enough already”
“ Are you sure?” she squinted her eyes at him, tracing the lines of his face with her blade. “ I don't think so”
Germany eyed the weapon warily. “ For the love of God, be reasonable, this is un-necessary comedy...” he started, obviously it was really not a good choice of words, and cold steel penetrated the skin between his ear and cheekbone.
Belarus smiled, staring right into Germany's widened eyes as she pushed the knife in. With no consideration for the pained groan that escaped her prisoner's mouth, she moved the knife around until she felt the characteristic hardness of bone under her blade...
….And scratched happily at it, harshly.
The pain was shooting through his jaw and cranium, Ludwig clenched his teeth, not wanting to give her the satisfaction to hear him scream. It stopped soon enough and Belarus moved the knife out.
“ That was merely an appetiser!” She cooed at him, stroking the bleeding wound. She stepped away from him and checked him out from feet to head. Humming to herself, she walked to a table and Ludwig's eyes followed her movements as she considered each tool placed there. Cold sweat ran down his spine at the sight of torture instruments: Various knifes of all shape and size, other tools and objects he could not really recognize, unlabelled bottles as well as a mysterious box.
Belarus picked one small knife and walked back toward him.
“ where to begin with?” she asked to herself. The knife was brought up, then down, fast and sharp, slashing at his clothes, tearing them and sometimes even cutting the skin underneath. Quickly had she reduced his shirt to shreds, leaving his bare chest exposed to the cold air of the room.
Re: All you have ( part 1b /?)
anonymous
April 9 2011, 10:50:53 UTC
Belarus stopped her cutting and watched as cold made Germany's nipples harden . He was well built, she could not deny it even though Russia was even more muscular. Russia was handsome, no one looked better than he did to Belarus, but Germany was quite nice-looking himself. Such a pretty toy she had gotten herself!
Russia was all she wanted and soon, she knew, she'd become one with him.
For now though, she decided, Germany would have the great honour to be all her.
Poor thing!
Ludwig braced himself. It was not the first time he was submitted to physical or mental torture, but last time had been dozen of years ago and he wondered if he could still endure pain like then. Probably not.
He prepared his mind for the worse and steeled his nerves as the young woman's gaze travelled across his exposed torso.
She placed a hand on him, stroking him from the navel up,feeling the skin up, and made an approving noise. “ Your skin is surprisingly soft and so pale” She commented. Her hand came to a stop when reaching his chest and she squeezed a nipple harshly. He bit his tongue not to moan, not knowing they were so sensitive.
Did she knew, he wondered, that she was the first person to touch him like that?
She smiled wickedly at him and gave the same treatment to his other erect nipple. “ You seems to enjoy this...” she said, toying with the two hard buds in same time. He said nothing of course, cold sapphires stared at her, hiding any emotions their owner could have shown. That did not phased her the least and her smile widened, showing shiny white teeth.
Teeth that soon sank into his skin, biting his sensitive nipple harshly, and a lot of his self control was needed for him not to scream at the pain. The white haired woman could see the throb in his cheek as he clenched his jaw hard.
Germany glared at her, an emotion now clearly visible on his features: hate. Oh, that was so amusing, she thought as her teeth forced themselves through the skin and eventually joined. Flesh was being ripped from his owner and blood dripped in her mouth, tasting oh-so good.
She leaned away and wiped her mouth only to lick her fingers clean. “ I'm sure you liked this a lot” She told him. “ It is common knowledge that you are a masochist” Ludwig only stared, not giving her the pleasure of conversation. He was no masochist, neither was he a sadist, those were false rumours along those saying he was a pervert.
But, for the time being, it was probably better that she didn't know the truth.
“ Not very talkative are we?” She tilted her head. “ I bet my next move will make you scream”
It was no meaningless speech. He did scream when her finger and sharp nail pushed hard into the bleeding wound and moved around so more blood would flow out.
“ I always get what I want” She said. Ludwig panted, recovering from the pain. He was disappointed in himself for a second, and watched warily as her hand moved away and down his body. She picked her knife again and cut through what was left of his clothes , his belt and pants. It didn't take long before he was clad, only in his underwear. She touched his thighs and hips, traced his hips bones through the fabric of his boxers for a moment longer. If Ludwig didn't know better, he'd think she enjoyed the feeling of his body.
Re: All you have ( part 1c /?)
anonymous
April 9 2011, 10:53:05 UTC
Character limit is a pain
She let his boxer in place for the time being and focused on his face again. Her calculating eyes fixed him for a second and she smiled again. “ that's a fine mouth you have there” she stated, touching his lips carefully, knowing he could- and certainly would- bite her if she wasn't cautious enough. “ This is the dirty mouth of a slut, a schwul (1) as you call people like yourself, that's what you are , Germany, a slut and an hypocrite (2) “
Ludwig's frowned and was about to say something but she continued. “ I wonder how many cocks had filled this filthy mouth before...Anyway, I think this will fit without problem.” And she pushed a long and tick object in his mouth, almost gagging him with it. It had a certain softness to it and it was seemingly made of rigid latex. His eyes shot open as he realized what it was.
“ Is that dick big enough for you?” She asked, not expecting an answer of course since the large dildo didn't allow him to speak.
(1) schwul ( German )= gay/homosexual. (2) a reference to third Reich when homosexuals were sent to camps. Belarus call Germany an hypocrite because he's gay and yet allowed the slaughter of gays during the ww2. ( My thought about it differ though. I think he just didn't have a say in it)
(I think the lack of comments here is because LJ is acting up as crazy, I almost didn't find this fill at all because posts keeps disappearing and appearing again)
He tested his bindings then, finding out that they were strongly connected to sturdy chains that were screwed in the ceiling above him. There was really nothing he could do right know but try to talk her captor out of whatever she had planned for him.
“ Listen, Natalia...” She slapped him hard and placed the knife against the underside of his nose. “ You shall not address me by my human name!” She warned him.
“ Belarus, listen, that was a long time ago, and I think I had paid enough already”
“ Are you sure?” she squinted her eyes at him, tracing the lines of his face with her blade. “ I don't think so”
Germany eyed the weapon warily. “ For the love of God, be reasonable, this is un-necessary comedy...” he started, obviously it was really not a good choice of words, and cold steel penetrated the skin between his ear and cheekbone.
Belarus smiled, staring right into Germany's widened eyes as she pushed the knife in. With no consideration for the pained groan that escaped her prisoner's mouth, she moved the knife around until she felt the characteristic hardness of bone under her blade...
….And scratched happily at it, harshly.
The pain was shooting through his jaw and cranium, Ludwig clenched his teeth, not wanting to give her the satisfaction to hear him scream. It stopped soon enough and Belarus moved the knife out.
“ That was merely an appetiser!” She cooed at him, stroking the bleeding wound. She stepped away from him and checked him out from feet to head. Humming to herself, she walked to a table and Ludwig's eyes followed her movements as she considered each tool placed there. Cold sweat ran down his spine at the sight of torture instruments: Various knifes of all shape and size, other tools and objects he could not really recognize, unlabelled bottles as well as a mysterious box.
Belarus picked one small knife and walked back toward him.
“ where to begin with?” she asked to herself. The knife was brought up, then down, fast and sharp, slashing at his clothes, tearing them and sometimes even cutting the skin underneath. Quickly had she reduced his shirt to shreds, leaving his bare chest exposed to the cold air of the room.
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Russia was all she wanted and soon, she knew, she'd become one with him.
For now though, she decided, Germany would have the great honour to be all her.
Poor thing!
Ludwig braced himself. It was not the first time he was submitted to physical or mental torture, but last time had been dozen of years ago and he wondered if he could still endure pain like then.
Probably not.
He prepared his mind for the worse and steeled his nerves as the young woman's gaze travelled across his exposed torso.
She placed a hand on him, stroking him from the navel up,feeling the skin up, and made an approving noise. “ Your skin is surprisingly soft and so pale” She commented. Her hand came to a stop when reaching his chest and she squeezed a nipple harshly. He bit his tongue not to moan, not knowing they were so sensitive.
Did she knew, he wondered, that she was the first person to touch him like that?
She smiled wickedly at him and gave the same treatment to his other erect nipple. “ You seems to enjoy this...” she said, toying with the two hard buds in same time. He said nothing of course, cold sapphires stared at her, hiding any emotions their owner could have shown. That did not phased her the least and her smile widened, showing shiny white teeth.
Teeth that soon sank into his skin, biting his sensitive nipple harshly, and a lot of his self control was needed for him not to scream at the pain. The white haired woman could see the throb in his cheek as he clenched his jaw hard.
Germany glared at her, an emotion now clearly visible on his features: hate. Oh, that was so amusing, she thought as her teeth forced themselves through the skin and eventually joined. Flesh was being ripped from his owner and blood dripped in her mouth, tasting oh-so good.
She leaned away and wiped her mouth only to lick her fingers clean. “ I'm sure you liked this a lot” She told him. “ It is common knowledge that you are a masochist”
Ludwig only stared, not giving her the pleasure of conversation. He was no masochist, neither was he a sadist, those were false rumours along those saying he was a pervert.
But, for the time being, it was probably better that she didn't know the truth.
“ Not very talkative are we?” She tilted her head. “ I bet my next move will make you scream”
It was no meaningless speech. He did scream when her finger and sharp nail pushed hard into the bleeding wound and moved around so more blood would flow out.
“ I always get what I want” She said. Ludwig panted, recovering from the pain. He was disappointed in himself for a second, and watched warily as her hand moved away and down his body. She picked her knife again and cut through what was left of his clothes , his belt and pants. It didn't take long before he was clad, only in his underwear. She touched his thighs and hips, traced his hips bones through the fabric of his boxers for a moment longer. If Ludwig didn't know better, he'd think she enjoyed the feeling of his body.
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She let his boxer in place for the time being and focused on his face again. Her calculating eyes fixed him for a second and she smiled again. “ that's a fine mouth you have there” she stated, touching his lips carefully, knowing he could- and certainly would- bite her if she wasn't cautious enough. “ This is the dirty mouth of a slut, a schwul (1) as you call people like yourself, that's what you are , Germany, a slut and an hypocrite (2) “
Ludwig's frowned and was about to say something but she continued. “ I wonder how many cocks had filled this filthy mouth before...Anyway, I think this will fit without problem.” And she pushed a long and tick object in his mouth, almost gagging him with it. It had a certain softness to it and it was seemingly made of rigid latex. His eyes shot open as he realized what it was.
“ Is that dick big enough for you?” She asked, not expecting an answer of course since the large dildo didn't allow him to speak.
(1) schwul ( German )= gay/homosexual.
(2) a reference to third Reich when homosexuals were sent to camps. Belarus call Germany an hypocrite because he's gay and yet allowed the slaughter of gays during the ww2. ( My thought about it differ though. I think he just didn't have a say in it)
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(I think the lack of comments here is because LJ is acting up as crazy, I almost didn't find this fill at all because posts keeps disappearing and appearing again)
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