Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
and on delicious here
Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
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It’s not all of them. That’s her first thought when she’s pushed and shoved, blindfolded and bound and spread like the dead birds Mama bought to stuff and feed to Papa’s extended family from the three closest islands.
Kairi thinks about Papa’s extended family - the cousins and aunts and uncles and more cousins, and even some nieces and nephews by now, who all make up for the fact that Kairi’s Grandma came from Somewhere Else and passed away, who make up for the fact that Kairi has no true relatives.
Maybe, she thinks, if her Real Mommy and Daddy had been alive, she wouldn’t be here now, stretched in four directions and with men on all sides.
Men and one boy; she saw him briefly, like Sora only with sunflower-yellow hair, with cornflower-blue eyes, with Sora’s pout but Riku’s nasty glare that he only uses when he’s sulking. Sora pouts when he sulks and Riku glares but sunflower-cornflower boy does both.
“Superior?” It’s a query - too abrupt to be a question, and cold and mean and hard. Kairi wonders who these people are and why they’ve tied her like this and what they’re going to do. She’s pretty sure she’s going to die; she wishes she could have seen Riku one last time. He’ll be so disappointed.
If she were more vengeful, she thinks, she would point out to herself that Sora and Riku are definitely going to find out about this, track all these men down and avenge her. She’s not vengeful, though, so she hopes for sunflower-cornflower’s sake that that doesn’t happen.
“Eleven,” another cold voice says, deeper, and Kairi figures he’s “Superior;” he certainly sounds it. “You’ve down well. Thirteen, strip her.”
Kairi’s breath quickens, and she wonders why. Why are they doing this - she’s never seen any of them before, so why? It makes no sense to her.
She feels cold metal and tentative, largish but not adult-shaped hands. The -flower boy, she thinks. He leaves her bare and she shivers. She can feel a table or some other cold, hard surface beneath her, but she isn’t quite lying on it.
“Good,” Superior says.
Thirteen says nothing.
She almost thinks she can feel eyes on her then, measuring her, gauging her body for something. Whatever they’re planning. Rape, she thinks. Rape...
But Rape is dark alleys and nasty, sweaty, dirty men, she argues with herself. Rape is seeing who’s doing it, not just hearing them. Rape is something that will leave her broken. That’s what she’s heard, and she’s very, very afraid. She doesn’t want to be broken.
“Seven, Ten, mouth,” Superior says after many long moments. “Now. Ten first.”
She doesn’t know what’s going on - mouth? What does he mean by that? - but suddenly a big, rough hand has grabbed her jaw and squeezed, and her mouth opens, and there’s something being shoved into it...
She tastes flesh and metal, feels something on his - his -
And then there’s another, and her mouth was already stretched for the first, and she thinks that the second is bigger but she can’t know, can’t think, can only feel her jaw aching and her mouth stretching wider and wider -
And then they move, and she sort of chokes around them. She can’t help it; they’re too big and her mouth’s too full, and she wants to gag but can’t.
She breathes through her nose and tries to ignore the stinging in her cheek; she doesn’t connect the sharp crack she heard a moment ago to the people above her until the stinging starts. She would protest, if she could. It’s not her fault that she choked.
“Eight, Eleven, back,” Superior says. “Lift her up. Eleven, go first. And stretch her first.” His tone is clinical and still cold, and she wonders now what he means by back until cool, slimy fingers press into her butt as she’s being pulled up. She can’t feel the table beneath her anymore, but she can feel warm, moving bodies, and fingers, and cocks in her mouth, all moving, stretching her in new, impossible ways.
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She feels a too-warm hand petting her hip, almost consolingly, and a voice whisper in her ear, too quiet for anyone else to hear, she’s sure.
“Sorry, Princess. Orders.”
Three little words, and they don’t make her feel better, or like him - Eight? - more, but they make her think as bodies are moving and sliding against her, as cocks are moving and sliding in her.
“Thirteen, go first.”
There’s only one place left to go - unless they’re going to try to shove something up her nose - and it’s fingers first. She can feel the not-adult, not-calloused hand, cupping her and stroking her and for the first time it feels good and she sort of moans.
There are appreciative murmurs above her, but she hears another crack. This time, there’s no stinging.
“Thirteen,” Superior’s voice is warning, and suddenly there’s something largish and hot and hard that’s poking into her - not going straight in like the others, but hesitating for a moment.
And then the moment’s up and she’s filled, totally, completely, she thinks. There are sweaty bodies behind and above and on top of her, writhing like sticky snakes, and she feels a whole new sympathy for Mama’s stuffed turkeys. Poor things must have felt terrible, stuffed so full that it fell out, so full that they looked like they would almost burst.
She feels sort of like that, now. And then Superior enters her, and she learns the meaning of stuffed.
They’re all moving, thrusting and stretching, sweating and sliding, and with two cocks in every large-enough opening, it feels almost good. She moans again, and fingers probe and find a spot on her that makes her almost forget how painful it is to be stuffed.
Almost.
But the new pleasure of the spot pales in comparison to all the men all around and in her, and she aches, and she’s not aware of the fact then but she realizes later that she was wet, and she doesn’t know why. She thinks maybe it was Thirteen’s initial stroking, or the pot, but it was before that...
She figures that it might have been Eight’s words, but that’s later, when she’s more of an adult and less of a girl.
Now, she simply feels like a turkey, and used, and when one then another start coming - a term she also learns later, all she knows at the time is what’s happening - she cries out, and clenches, and that makes others come, like a domino effect.
There’s bitter fluid in her mouth, and more fluid mixing with the sliminess in her butt, and yet more mixing with some other liquid in her nether region. She and they stink of sweat and sex, a heavy, musky smell that she never forgets.
Slowly, they pull out, one at a time. But it’s not both from one area - no, it’s first the one with metal from her mouth, then the not-warm one from her butt, then Thirteen, she thinks.
And, slowly, the others pull out as well. For a moment, she fears they won’t, she fears that they’ll start thrusting again, and it’ll be better because it’ll only be one in each place, but worse because she already hurts. But they don’t, they merely pull out, all of them, Superior the last.
One of them lays a hand on her cheek, stroking fingers over it, and Superior says, “You may leave. Seven, please escort the others in.”
There’s a pause, and Kairi can hear four distinct sets of footfalls, all boots, all leaving. “All of them, sir?”
Superior pauses as well. “No. Show my fellow apprentices in first, and wait outside. When we are finished, you may show Nine and Twelve in.”
“Yes, sir.” One more set of footfalls as another set of boots walks away.
Kairi gulps as someone tears off her blindfold, and she blinks but sees nothing. She hadn’t noticed, before, when she had been blindfolded, that the room was pitch black.
“I’ve always found darkness to be the best blindfold,” Superior says, conversationally, as she hears a door open and five sets of footfalls, boots all, all coming closer.
“Now, let’s begin, shall we?”
She almost screams, but doesn’t, and soon after she loses the ability to.
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My gosh, I suck at editing. D: No drugs for Kairi.
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