Re: [Part 20] UK/maid!US (Part 3)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 01:19:50 UTC
England simply stared, loving every time America’s ass peeked out from under his dress. He waited, staying silent as America washed. He had it all planned out, grinning ear to ear as he finally got up and quietly walked behind Amereica, leaning against the other and forcing America to bend over the counter.
“England what the fuck are you doing?” America asked in shock, turning his head to give the man a glare. His question though was ignored and instead he felt two hands on his ass, one groping each cheek. “You fucking stop right now or I’m out. Bet or no bet.”
England could only chuckle at that, giving both globes a squeeze. “You can leave America. You leave and I take the camera I have hidden in my living room and show the video at the next world conference.” A bit cliche he knew but having a hidden video camera was the easiest way to do this since he wasn’t as strong as America. Blackmail was way easier than fighting the man.
America gasped at that, not sure if he should believe England. The other could be bluffing but he could have also easily planned this out. “Why? You can’t fucking blackmail me.”
“Yes I can.” England said in a rather amused voice, giving a smack to America’s ass. “So you let me do what I want or I show that video. No big for you I’m sure, what with Cuba, Iran, Pakistan, and all your other friends there to watch.” He loved being sarcastic to America, putting the man in his place.
“Ah…f-fine.” America muttered, feeling so unhero-like bent over a sink in a dress while he was blackmailed. “Pervert.” He couldn’t tell if he was angry or scared but he did know he felt like crying. Being so easily defeated was humiliating.
England smiled at his easy win, fingers moving up to the elastic of the panties, gripping and slowly moving them down to America’s feet, letting the other step out. He was now greeted with America’s bare ass, round and plump and just perfect for a fucking. “You have such a good arse lad, one I just want to grope and slap and fuck.”
America whimpered atr hearing that, legs together now that he was exposed. He was no virgin luckily but he always preferred sex on his terms, where /he/ was the one in control. “J-Just…get on with it.” He snapped, teeth clenched in anger.
“Do not speak to me in that tone!” England snapped, giving America’s ass two harsh slaps, one to each cheek for punishment. His hands wandered up now, grabbing the fabric at America’s chest and pulling it down so he was now exposed.
All America could do was try and keep from making any noises as his chest was now open to the cool air. His silence was short lived however when he felt two hands groping his chest, squeezing the fat there and pinching both nipples. “Ah…” he gasped, hating how /good/ that actually felt.
“Getting a bit fat America.” England teased, squeezing again rather harshly. To be honest America wasn’t really fat but he had enough on him to make fun of and that was good enough for England.
America growled at that. “I’m not fa-” he was cut off as suddenly three fingers were forced into his mouth, holding his tongue down.
“Slick them up if you want any lubrication.” England hissed, other hand busy teasing one of America’s nipples, rolling it and pinching it between his fingers. America’s tongue was moving now, spreading saliva over his fingers until they were nice and slick. Once England was satisfied he moved his hand back to that delicious ass, spreading the cheek and pushing a single finger inside.
Amerca couldn’t help himself as he screamed out, muscles clenching down against the intruder. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that England was about to rape him while he was dressed like a maid. A few tears fell down his cheeks, unable to stop them now.
“Hush, it’s not that bad.” England said, tone a bit more gentle as he began to thrust his finger. He went slowly at first, waiting until America was starting to relax around it before speeding up. “Just relax, don’t clench down so hard.”
Re: [Part 20] UK/maid!US (Part 4)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 01:20:42 UTC
“Ahn…f-fuck you.” America groaned, hating how England’s finger would ocassionally brush against his prostate. He wasn’t some virgin that needed coddling, he could take it no problem. Just as he was finally relaxed around the finger however England added a second one, immediately scissoring them and causing America to scream out again.
England gave a slap to the others ass at being cursed at. He wanted to fuck the other already, cock straining desperately in his pants as he quickly thrusted and spread his fingers. “Damn, I can’t wait to be inside this, all warm and tight and perfect.”
America didn’t want to hear that, hear England talk about fucking him like this. Hopefully it would be over soon and he could just forget all about it. He suddenly felt the fingers leave his ass and did his best to stay calm, knowing the worst part of it all was next.
“Be thankful I have lube.” England smirked, breath hot against America’s ear. He had gotten a small bottle for this day, pulling it out of his pocket before taking out his own cock and slicking it up. Groping both cheeks now England didn’t even care to go slow as he thrusted himself in.
This time America’s screaming was louder than before, pain ripping through his entire body from suddenly being stretched. He had to keep telling himself that it would all be over soon, that soon England would finish up and he could go.
“Ah…yes nice and tight.” England groaned, bent over America as he started to thrust. Not wanting to let America get away humiliation free he reached around to grip the others softening cock, stroking it as he thrusted. “Enjoy it lad, no one will know.”
“N-No…” America whimpered, not wanting to be aroused as this happened, his cock getting hard as it was stroked. Soon, soon England would finish he repeated to himself silently, tears running down his face.
England began to lick and kiss the back of America’s neck, tasting sweat as he let his tongue drag alongst it. His thrusting sped up now, mind clouded over in pleasure as he fucked America hard.
“Ah…” America could feel his protate hit, pleasure shooting through his body and straight to his cock. He didn’t want to come, he didn’t want to enjoy it but damn now that the pain was almost gone it was feeling amazing. He couldn’t help the small moans that escaped his throat now, just wanting to come and be done with this.
England was close but no, America needed to come first, needed to enjoy it. “Ah, I see you’re loving it now.” He purred, nipping a small spot of skin at the back of America’s neck. He sped up again, thrusting madly and stroking in time with his movements, knowing America was close. Soon enough he felt those muscles clench up around his cock and stickiness on his hand, the tightness enough to bring him over the edge and fill America up with his seed.
England had pulled out soon after, tucking his cock back in his pants and regaining his composure. “Well, that will be all I’m wanting for our bet.” He said, grinning down at the other nation, watching his cum drip down America’s thighs. “You may stay here or leave, I think I’ll find a nice book to read.” And with that he had left the kitchen, leaving America alone.
When he was finally alone America let himself sink down to his knees, body trembling as he tried to stop his crying. At least he could go home now, go home and just forget this ever happened.
Re: [Part 20] UK/maid!US (Part 4)
anonymous
October 9 2012, 02:16:18 UTC
Well, I enjoyed it, A!A; you have a pleasant writing style (even if the subject matter is less so, lol). I'm always a sucker for noncon where the victim eventually feels pleasure from it, so that was hot. Also great to have the come dripping out of America, a lot of authors will forget that what goes in needs to come out...
Re: [Part 20] UK/maid!US (Part 4)
anonymous
October 9 2012, 02:56:30 UTC
I don't know if I should comment or not, since you may have to repost.
This was very well done. I feel bad for enjoying this sort of thing, but there it is. Part of me feels it would be cool to see the same sort of plot drawn out even further...Thanks for doing it!
“England what the fuck are you doing?” America asked in shock, turning his head to give the man a glare. His question though was ignored and instead he felt two hands on his ass, one groping each cheek. “You fucking stop right now or I’m out. Bet or no bet.”
England could only chuckle at that, giving both globes a squeeze. “You can leave America. You leave and I take the camera I have hidden in my living room and show the video at the next world conference.” A bit cliche he knew but having a hidden video camera was the easiest way to do this since he wasn’t as strong as America. Blackmail was way easier than fighting the man.
America gasped at that, not sure if he should believe England. The other could be bluffing but he could have also easily planned this out. “Why? You can’t fucking blackmail me.”
“Yes I can.” England said in a rather amused voice, giving a smack to America’s ass. “So you let me do what I want or I show that video. No big for you I’m sure, what with Cuba, Iran, Pakistan, and all your other friends there to watch.” He loved being sarcastic to America, putting the man in his place.
“Ah…f-fine.” America muttered, feeling so unhero-like bent over a sink in a dress while he was blackmailed. “Pervert.” He couldn’t tell if he was angry or scared but he did know he felt like crying. Being so easily defeated was humiliating.
England smiled at his easy win, fingers moving up to the elastic of the panties, gripping and slowly moving them down to America’s feet, letting the other step out. He was now greeted with America’s bare ass, round and plump and just perfect for a fucking. “You have such a good arse lad, one I just want to grope and slap and fuck.”
America whimpered atr hearing that, legs together now that he was exposed. He was no virgin luckily but he always preferred sex on his terms, where /he/ was the one in control. “J-Just…get on with it.” He snapped, teeth clenched in anger.
“Do not speak to me in that tone!” England snapped, giving America’s ass two harsh slaps, one to each cheek for punishment. His hands wandered up now, grabbing the fabric at America’s chest and pulling it down so he was now exposed.
All America could do was try and keep from making any noises as his chest was now open to the cool air. His silence was short lived however when he felt two hands groping his chest, squeezing the fat there and pinching both nipples. “Ah…” he gasped, hating how /good/ that actually felt.
“Getting a bit fat America.” England teased, squeezing again rather harshly. To be honest America wasn’t really fat but he had enough on him to make fun of and that was good enough for England.
America growled at that. “I’m not fa-” he was cut off as suddenly three fingers were forced into his mouth, holding his tongue down.
“Slick them up if you want any lubrication.” England hissed, other hand busy teasing one of America’s nipples, rolling it and pinching it between his fingers. America’s tongue was moving now, spreading saliva over his fingers until they were nice and slick. Once England was satisfied he moved his hand back to that delicious ass, spreading the cheek and pushing a single finger inside.
Amerca couldn’t help himself as he screamed out, muscles clenching down against the intruder. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that England was about to rape him while he was dressed like a maid. A few tears fell down his cheeks, unable to stop them now.
“Hush, it’s not that bad.” England said, tone a bit more gentle as he began to thrust his finger. He went slowly at first, waiting until America was starting to relax around it before speeding up. “Just relax, don’t clench down so hard.”
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England gave a slap to the others ass at being cursed at. He wanted to fuck the other already, cock straining desperately in his pants as he quickly thrusted and spread his fingers. “Damn, I can’t wait to be inside this, all warm and tight and perfect.”
America didn’t want to hear that, hear England talk about fucking him like this. Hopefully it would be over soon and he could just forget all about it. He suddenly felt the fingers leave his ass and did his best to stay calm, knowing the worst part of it all was next.
“Be thankful I have lube.” England smirked, breath hot against America’s ear. He had gotten a small bottle for this day, pulling it out of his pocket before taking out his own cock and slicking it up. Groping both cheeks now England didn’t even care to go slow as he thrusted himself in.
This time America’s screaming was louder than before, pain ripping through his entire body from suddenly being stretched. He had to keep telling himself that it would all be over soon, that soon England would finish up and he could go.
“Ah…yes nice and tight.” England groaned, bent over America as he started to thrust. Not wanting to let America get away humiliation free he reached around to grip the others softening cock, stroking it as he thrusted. “Enjoy it lad, no one will know.”
“N-No…” America whimpered, not wanting to be aroused as this happened, his cock getting hard as it was stroked. Soon, soon England would finish he repeated to himself silently, tears running down his face.
England began to lick and kiss the back of America’s neck, tasting sweat as he let his tongue drag alongst it. His thrusting sped up now, mind clouded over in pleasure as he fucked America hard.
“Ah…” America could feel his protate hit, pleasure shooting through his body and straight to his cock. He didn’t want to come, he didn’t want to enjoy it but damn now that the pain was almost gone it was feeling amazing. He couldn’t help the small moans that escaped his throat now, just wanting to come and be done with this.
England was close but no, America needed to come first, needed to enjoy it. “Ah, I see you’re loving it now.” He purred, nipping a small spot of skin at the back of America’s neck. He sped up again, thrusting madly and stroking in time with his movements, knowing America was close. Soon enough he felt those muscles clench up around his cock and stickiness on his hand, the tightness enough to bring him over the edge and fill America up with his seed.
England had pulled out soon after, tucking his cock back in his pants and regaining his composure. “Well, that will be all I’m wanting for our bet.” He said, grinning down at the other nation, watching his cum drip down America’s thighs. “You may stay here or leave, I think I’ll find a nice book to read.” And with that he had left the kitchen, leaving America alone.
When he was finally alone America let himself sink down to his knees, body trembling as he tried to stop his crying. At least he could go home now, go home and just forget this ever happened.
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Also, a quick tip: you've posted in the wrong Past Part Fills post. The current PPF post is Part 7: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/21753.html
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This was very well done. I feel bad for enjoying this sort of thing, but there it is. Part of me feels it would be cool to see the same sort of plot drawn out even further...Thanks for doing it!
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and gah that's what I get for not checking the kink meme often
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