Dear Diary, I no longer need you 5/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:08:48 UTC
“N... Natalia...” He pleaded, voice trembling slightly.
“Quiet.” The female snapped, cutting buttons four and five. Lithuania bit down on his lower lip, closing his eyes tightly as she finished cutting his buttons off. She then moved to his sleeves, expertly cutting the fabric until she could rip the rest of it away. Soon the brunette was left entirely without his shirt. The knife was lowered to his pants.
“Natalia...!” Snap, the button of his pants flew off of the bed entirely. He wiggled his hips uncomfortably as she gave a small smile, one that all too closely resembled one of her brother's grins.
“Now stay still, Toris. I don't intend to cut you...” She said flatly, as the tip of her knife poked through the fabric of his pants. Lithuania froze as suggested, though his heart was racing and his chest was rising and falling with panicked breaths. He thought about shouting for help, but then what exactly was he going to say? Russia's quiet little sister had drugged his tea and tied him up, and was slowly cutting off his clothing?! He didn't know if even Russia would believe him, as it was pretty well known how he used to have a pretty heavy crush on her. The last thing that the brunette wanted was for the tallest nation to think that he had done something like this willingly. And so he merely bit his lower lip and whimpered quietly.
Cool air flowed over his legs as she ripped the torn fabric apart, face burning hot as she pulled it away scrap by scrap, along with his boxers as well. Only once she was finished did she set the knife aside, sitting on his thigh again. He could feel her heat now, separated only by her dress and underwear. Gray-blue eyes swept over the smaller nation below her, her gaze critical. Her voice was demanding: “Tell me.”
“T-tell... tell you what?” He glanced back to her.
“What does brother do to you?” Her voice was cold, but he noticed that her pale cheeks were now a little pink.
“I-I can't just-Ow!” He yelped as she slapped his thigh hard enough to leave a nice red mark. “Please, Nata-Ah!” He cried out again as she struck the same place, causing him to attempt to curl up with a jerk of his legs. The ankle of the bound one held tight, while the one she sat on didn't budge much. Those pale cheeks grew a little darker pink, however. “A-alright...!” He panted, closing his eyes. “He...” His own cheeks were a vermilion red. “He... touches me...” There was a startled yelp as warm, soft fingers suddenly caressed his limp member.
“Here?” Belarus asked with a straight face.
“No! No, not there! H-he starts with... My chest...!” Lithuania shouted in panic. Bela's devilish fingers moved up instead, but before the brunette could sigh with relief, they rolled over his right nipple instead. His back arched this time, and he gave a strained groan.
“Ah.” Bela stated, as if she understood. “Like I thought... it's for anyone.”
“W-what?” Liet panted, wrists pulling and twisting at his bonds. Green eyes were half-lidded, and tears clung to his lashes when he looked at the cold female nation.
“Your body is filthy.” She gave the nipple a harsh twist, to which Lithuania's lower back left the bed completely when he arched and cried out, head pressing back into the pillow. “It reacts to anyone. You think that when brother Ivan touches you, it's different. But it's not.” She rubbed the sore nipple gently again, and Lithuania groaned.
“No...! It's not... it's not like that...!” He protested, shaking his head.
“But it is. I'll prove it. Continue, please.”
“Natalia, don't do this-Hsss!” The tip of the knife at his stomach made him suck in a breath. Trembling, he spoke again. “He... He kisses them.” Liet whispered, voice wavering. Belarus bent down with a satisfied smile, flicking her tongue over the nipple that she had been abusing. “Hnn... My neck, my chest... Fingers, tracing my sides...” Lithuania's voice grew increasingly husky as she continued to tease his nipple, moving to the other when she was finished with the first. Bela had no desire to do everything, however. This was punishment, after all.
“And then what?” She asked, sitting up slightly. Lithuania looked up to her, hesitating.
“Quiet.” The female snapped, cutting buttons four and five. Lithuania bit down on his lower lip, closing his eyes tightly as she finished cutting his buttons off. She then moved to his sleeves, expertly cutting the fabric until she could rip the rest of it away. Soon the brunette was left entirely without his shirt. The knife was lowered to his pants.
“Natalia...!” Snap, the button of his pants flew off of the bed entirely. He wiggled his hips uncomfortably as she gave a small smile, one that all too closely resembled one of her brother's grins.
“Now stay still, Toris. I don't intend to cut you...” She said flatly, as the tip of her knife poked through the fabric of his pants. Lithuania froze as suggested, though his heart was racing and his chest was rising and falling with panicked breaths. He thought about shouting for help, but then what exactly was he going to say? Russia's quiet little sister had drugged his tea and tied him up, and was slowly cutting off his clothing?! He didn't know if even Russia would believe him, as it was pretty well known how he used to have a pretty heavy crush on her. The last thing that the brunette wanted was for the tallest nation to think that he had done something like this willingly. And so he merely bit his lower lip and whimpered quietly.
Cool air flowed over his legs as she ripped the torn fabric apart, face burning hot as she pulled it away scrap by scrap, along with his boxers as well. Only once she was finished did she set the knife aside, sitting on his thigh again. He could feel her heat now, separated only by her dress and underwear. Gray-blue eyes swept over the smaller nation below her, her gaze critical. Her voice was demanding: “Tell me.”
“T-tell... tell you what?” He glanced back to her.
“What does brother do to you?” Her voice was cold, but he noticed that her pale cheeks were now a little pink.
“I-I can't just-Ow!” He yelped as she slapped his thigh hard enough to leave a nice red mark. “Please, Nata-Ah!” He cried out again as she struck the same place, causing him to attempt to curl up with a jerk of his legs. The ankle of the bound one held tight, while the one she sat on didn't budge much. Those pale cheeks grew a little darker pink, however. “A-alright...!” He panted, closing his eyes. “He...” His own cheeks were a vermilion red. “He... touches me...” There was a startled yelp as warm, soft fingers suddenly caressed his limp member.
“Here?” Belarus asked with a straight face.
“No! No, not there! H-he starts with... My chest...!” Lithuania shouted in panic. Bela's devilish fingers moved up instead, but before the brunette could sigh with relief, they rolled over his right nipple instead. His back arched this time, and he gave a strained groan.
“Ah.” Bela stated, as if she understood. “Like I thought... it's for anyone.”
“W-what?” Liet panted, wrists pulling and twisting at his bonds. Green eyes were half-lidded, and tears clung to his lashes when he looked at the cold female nation.
“Your body is filthy.” She gave the nipple a harsh twist, to which Lithuania's lower back left the bed completely when he arched and cried out, head pressing back into the pillow. “It reacts to anyone. You think that when brother Ivan touches you, it's different. But it's not.” She rubbed the sore nipple gently again, and Lithuania groaned.
“No...! It's not... it's not like that...!” He protested, shaking his head.
“But it is. I'll prove it. Continue, please.”
“Natalia, don't do this-Hsss!” The tip of the knife at his stomach made him suck in a breath. Trembling, he spoke again. “He... He kisses them.” Liet whispered, voice wavering. Belarus bent down with a satisfied smile, flicking her tongue over the nipple that she had been abusing. “Hnn... My neck, my chest... Fingers, tracing my sides...” Lithuania's voice grew increasingly husky as she continued to tease his nipple, moving to the other when she was finished with the first. Bela had no desire to do everything, however. This was punishment, after all.
“And then what?” She asked, sitting up slightly. Lithuania looked up to her, hesitating.
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