No Mercy, Part 6/7
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May 21 2009, 08:44:15 UTC
“You have to learn,” he repeated, looking over Poland’s shoulder at Lithuania. “You both have to learn.”
“Oh, God,” breathed Poland. Lithuania shivered, because he could hear it-it had finally sunk in. Poland finally realized that this was going to happen, no matter how much he struggled. There was nothing he could do to stop it, nothing Lithuania could do, no one that would save him…
Lithuania couldn’t see Russia’s hand, but he could see Poland’s body go rigid with pain and shock, could see his eyes fly wide open, and he could take a pretty good guess at what had just happened. “It will hurt more if you don’t relax,” Russia advised, sounding particularly unconcerned with whether or not Poland took his advice. Well, it wasn’t as though Russia had ever been very interested in sparing Poland pain…
Another finger, another gasp, and Poland began trembling again. “Nie,” he managed weakly, clenching his fists until the knuckles were white as bone. “Nie, nie, nie, nie, proszę, nie…”
There was fear in his voice, and pain, and humiliation, but Lithuania noticed something else- shame. Guilt. Poland was practically sobbing, his voice making Lithuania’s heart feel like it was going to burst with pain, and Lithuania realized with a sympathetic pang what was making his partner sound so wretchedly miserable…
Poland was getting hard. Through the pain, through the shame, through his absolute hatred of Russia, his body was responding to the way he was being touched… “Oh, God,” whispered Lithuania. “Oh, God, Poland…” He wanted to reach out, to say something that could ease his friend’s fear and pain and guilt, but… he didn’t know if there were any such words, and could only look on in pity.
“I think that is enough,” Russia said, and Poland whimpered as the fingers were taken away.
“Don’t do this,” he pleaded, voice shaking with terror.
Russia grabbed his chin again, tilted his head so he had no choice but to face Lithuania. “Open your eyes,” he ordered, in a quiet voice that couldn’t be disobeyed. “Look at him.”
Poland’s eyes hurt to look into, with the laughter stolen out of them, replaced with dull pain and shame. It hurt, but Lithuania forced himself to bear it, because if he looked away… if he couldn’t look at Poland, what would Poland think? He’d just be more ashamed, and Lithuania didn’t want that.
I’m sorry, Poland mouthed, eyes riveted on Lithuania’s face.
Lithuania forced a comforting smile, one he was sure was utterly unconvincing. He waited for Russia’s eyes to turn elsewhere, and mouthed back: It’s not your fault.
Then Russia pushed forward, filling Poland’s body, and Lithuania could see the pain overtake him, as the tears finally burst forth and spilled down the blond’s pretty, blushing face, his cock going soft again. Russia was big, and Poland was a virgin, and however much stretching had gone on, it couldn’t have been nearly enough, especially since Lithuania couldn’t see any sort of lubricant nearby… He gave a sympathetic wince, as Poland sobbed in agony, golden hair falling down to shield his face from view.
“S-Stop,” Poland whimpered, at his breaking point. But it was like Russia hadn’t even heard him-he drew back, and pressed in again, holding Poland’s hips still so he could drive in farther. This time, the pain was enough to make Poland cry out, his whole body shaking.
“You have to learn,” he repeated, looking over Poland’s shoulder at Lithuania. “You both have to learn.”
“Oh, God,” breathed Poland. Lithuania shivered, because he could hear it-it had finally sunk in. Poland finally realized that this was going to happen, no matter how much he struggled. There was nothing he could do to stop it, nothing Lithuania could do, no one that would save him…
Lithuania couldn’t see Russia’s hand, but he could see Poland’s body go rigid with pain and shock, could see his eyes fly wide open, and he could take a pretty good guess at what had just happened. “It will hurt more if you don’t relax,” Russia advised, sounding particularly unconcerned with whether or not Poland took his advice. Well, it wasn’t as though Russia had ever been very interested in sparing Poland pain…
Another finger, another gasp, and Poland began trembling again. “Nie,” he managed weakly, clenching his fists until the knuckles were white as bone. “Nie, nie, nie, nie, proszę, nie…”
There was fear in his voice, and pain, and humiliation, but Lithuania noticed something else- shame. Guilt. Poland was practically sobbing, his voice making Lithuania’s heart feel like it was going to burst with pain, and Lithuania realized with a sympathetic pang what was making his partner sound so wretchedly miserable…
Poland was getting hard. Through the pain, through the shame, through his absolute hatred of Russia, his body was responding to the way he was being touched… “Oh, God,” whispered Lithuania. “Oh, God, Poland…” He wanted to reach out, to say something that could ease his friend’s fear and pain and guilt, but… he didn’t know if there were any such words, and could only look on in pity.
“I think that is enough,” Russia said, and Poland whimpered as the fingers were taken away.
“Don’t do this,” he pleaded, voice shaking with terror.
Russia grabbed his chin again, tilted his head so he had no choice but to face Lithuania. “Open your eyes,” he ordered, in a quiet voice that couldn’t be disobeyed. “Look at him.”
Poland’s eyes hurt to look into, with the laughter stolen out of them, replaced with dull pain and shame. It hurt, but Lithuania forced himself to bear it, because if he looked away… if he couldn’t look at Poland, what would Poland think? He’d just be more ashamed, and Lithuania didn’t want that.
I’m sorry, Poland mouthed, eyes riveted on Lithuania’s face.
Lithuania forced a comforting smile, one he was sure was utterly unconvincing. He waited for Russia’s eyes to turn elsewhere, and mouthed back: It’s not your fault.
Then Russia pushed forward, filling Poland’s body, and Lithuania could see the pain overtake him, as the tears finally burst forth and spilled down the blond’s pretty, blushing face, his cock going soft again. Russia was big, and Poland was a virgin, and however much stretching had gone on, it couldn’t have been nearly enough, especially since Lithuania couldn’t see any sort of lubricant nearby… He gave a sympathetic wince, as Poland sobbed in agony, golden hair falling down to shield his face from view.
“S-Stop,” Poland whimpered, at his breaking point. But it was like Russia hadn’t even heard him-he drew back, and pressed in again, holding Poland’s hips still so he could drive in farther. This time, the pain was enough to make Poland cry out, his whole body shaking.
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