Property [ 1/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:00:54 UTC
TwT This is going to be like a million billion posts, because I just wrote it all start to finish. Omg.
Also I have no beta. So. Um. Yeah.“Just because I’m forced to live with your crazy ass doesn’t mean I have to do every fucking thing you tell me.” Prussia insisted, her hands balled into fists
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Property [ 1b/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:01:46 UTC
She struggled still, eyes flickering to the clock over the door and then back, panic rising to her eyes. “They’ll see.” Prussia whispered, and Russia had to stop and stare; it was the quietest he had ever heard her voice. No matter, he knew full well that they, in fact, would not see, as the Baltics were under strict orders to redirect the other nations to different rooms. But Prussia didn’t have to know that.
“That is too bad.” Russia spoke in a sing-song tone, sliding his gloved fingers up the woman’s inner thigh, enjoying the way she shivered so unwillingly. “Then maybe you should be cooperating, yes?” he asked, pressing his palm against her mons.
“No!” Prussia snapped, jerking against him again, ignoring his fingers probing so gently against her sex, the leather feeling so awkward against her skin. “Fucking stop!” she cried out, shaking her head again and again.
“We will have you knowing who owns you before the day is over, Kaliningradskaya“I’m not a thing to be owned!” she yelled, closing her eyes tightly as Russia pressed a
( ... )
Property [ 1c/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:02:17 UTC
She didn’t get far before Russia grabbed her knees, just below the hem of her boots, and pulled her back to the edge, flipping her onto her stomach and situating her with her arse jutting out and the tops of her thighs pressing against the edge of the table.
He jerked the sash from around Prussia’s torso, tearing it at the seam and then ripping it down the middle so he had two long strips of fabric before staring at Prussia for a moment and shrugging, crouching down to tie her knee to one leg of the table. She began thrashing again and he ignored her awkward kicks from her strange angle before grabbing the kicking leg and tying that one to the opposite side.
“Ah, perfect. Now you cannot get away, pet.”
Prussia visibly cringed at being called ‘pet,’ a loud, muffled yell of what was probably a string of curses echoing in the otherwise empty conference hall.
“Do not worry!” Russia said softly, “The fun will start, soon!"
Property [ 2/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:03:09 UTC
Prussia grunted again when Russia pushed her down over the table, and then a hard shudder shook her body as he slid his now-bare hand down to her thigh. Cold. So cold. She had a brief moment of wondering if the rest of his body was like that before she began her muffled yelling again.
She squirmed uselessly on the table, the muscles in her legs twitching and tensing as she tried to pull her legs free, irritated beyond all belief that Russia was so damn strong and those knots would be impossible to weaken with just her wiggling.
Still, when she heard the rustle and drop of fabric she struggled harder. Again she felt those cold fingers sliding up her thighs, and Russia’s giggle and the finger probing against her slit made red flash before her eyes.
“You are a little wet.” He teased, sliding the finger up and down.
Of fucking course she was, he’d been toying with her clit and her body was getting her ready for sex whether she wanted it or not. And she really fucking did notHe pushed the digit in and wiggled it around, smiling when
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Property [ 2b/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:03:47 UTC
“And that was only round one.” He said happily, reaching up to pull the cravat from around her head.
Prussia immediately spat the glove out, eyes wild and angry, brow furrowed as she stared at him. “Fuck. You. I will never be yours. No matter what you do to me.” She hissed breathily, her body squirming without her permission, cheeks flushed a lovely pink.
“Is not I that will be doing.” Russia giggled, shrugging innocently. “Later, again, when you beg for me.”
Prussia shook her head, not understanding what he meant by it not being him. None-the-less she growled sharply, “Never.”
“Then you are in for a long night.” Russia smiled before picking the glove up again and shoving it back into Prussia’s mouth, securing it back into place.
She growled loudly but stopped promptly when Russia walked out of sight.
She began struggling again, not wanting to be left.
But Prussia heard the door open and close, leaving her in complete silence and only hoping that she would not be found like this.
Property [ 3/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:04:31 UTC
Prussia stayed as quiet as she could. Surely Russia would return and untie her and take her back to his house and continue to torture her in weird ways while she plotted her escape back over the wall.
Right?
She had no idea how long it had been, but her anxiety rose and rose, worried that the other nations would rush in for the meeting while she was still tied up, Russia’s cum dripping obscenely out of her sore body.
And then the door opened.
Prussia twisted her body to try to see if it was Russia, but could not twist quite far enough to see the corridor directly behind her and eventually she gave up, dropping herself back down onto the table carefully, still quiet.
“Yes, yes, really! You can do whatever you want.”
The albino tensed, again. What did Russia just say? And who the fuck was he talking to?
“She is very squirmy and a little messy, but she is very fun.” Russia mused with a little giggle.
“She has been rejecting me for years and years...”
No! Prussia began to writhe again, tugging at her bonds
( ... )
Property [ 3b/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:05:02 UTC
“Patience, Prussia. You have made me wait a long time.” He muttered, voice heavy with lust. France continued rocking against her, in, out, in, out… And it drove Prussia mad. She tried, again, to move against him, and he just pushed his hands down on the small of her back, holding her still while he worked, quiet little groans pouring from his lips.
“Ah… Prussia, you are still so soft.” He crooned, finally, finally, burying himself in her all the way. Eyes pinched shut tightly, Prussia let out a low whine, unable to stop the noise; She was so sore, so sensitive, so tender, and Frances’ gentle rocking had gotten her so worked up
( ... )
Property [ 4/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:05:29 UTC
Prussia breathed heavily, her entire body trembling as she made some attempt to rut against the table.
No luck; Not the way Russia had her tied down. She wondered how long she would have to wait for the next nation to join her, but it wasn’t long before the door opened again and she heard somebody enter the room.
Green eyes went wide as he stared at Prussia, tied down and shuddering as if she were freezing.
“Prussia?” he called out to her and she immediately twisted to stare at him, her expression almost relieved.
SpainHe grinned sheepishly and moved closer, eyes drifting down to her thighs and then back up to her face. “France told me to come.” He muttered quietly. “I’ve missed you
( ... )
Property [ 5/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:06:04 UTC
Prussia jerked awake when she felt a hand on her rear. When had she fallen asleep? She rolled her head to the side, already too worn out to care to try to look to see who was behind her, Spain had left her feeling as satisfied as this situation was going to allow, and she was still too sensitive to want any more. Not that she wanted any of it to begin with.
“Good, you’re awake.” The person behind her muttered, making Prussia twitch. “You’re quite messy, but… I suppose that’s all right. It’s not as if this is an entirely new situation for us nations, now is it?” he asked, tone rather smug. “I wonder if it’s even worth it to fuck you. You’re probably stretched and quite sloppy.”
Prussia twitched again, turning to press her forehead against the table, suddenly wishing Russia had put earmuffs on her as well.
“Still… You are rather attractive. And it would be a nice form of… Revenge, I suppose you could say, for the things you and your brother did to my country
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Property [ 6/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:06:48 UTC
“Hej!” a voice called from the door, making England look up, frowning slightly. “Are you done? I wanna crack at her, too!”
England shrugged, and Prussia could hear his boots as they crossed the floor. “Whatever. I’m quite finished with her. She’s a mess. And you might need to do something to keep her awake.” He suggested before exiting, leaving Denmark in his place.
“Been a while, huh!” He spoke, mostly to himself. A silly grin cracked over his face as he crossed the room towards her, hands clasped behind his head. “Imagine hearing Russia was letting you were being fucked silly by whoever wanted!”
He laughed and dropped his arms to his sides. “But you really are looking full. And you look pretty well done.” Prussia nodded, opening her eyes to look at Denmark who had bent down to stare at her face, still grinning
( ... )
Property [ 6b/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:07:20 UTC
And then he pulled out completely after the one thrust and pressed his cockhead against her rear. She cried out in distress, unable to do anything to get away but really not wanting that large cock to be there.
He pushed evenly, pausing when the head of his dick pushed past the ring of muscle, a choked laugh spilling from his lips.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He laughed, pushing into her slowly; delighted by the way she thrashed against him, ultimately just pushing herself further onto his length. Another pained cry escaped the Prussian and she tried, again, to relax, letting Denmark slide his cock fully into her arse, her body twitching and tightening around him, pulling more moans from the man.
She felt something tear when Denmark pulled back and slammed back in, and cried out loudly, the muscles in her thighs protesting against her straining, nails reopening the wounds on her palm.
Denmark grinned to himself, swallowing his sounds of pleasure to better hear each of Prussia’s noises, his body thrusting hard into her, rocking her
( ... )
Property [ 7/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:10:36 UTC
When she woke, Russia was stooped down to be face-level and her gag had been removed. She was still tied to the table, and she could feel semen spilling out of her sore arse and sliding down her legs. She stared at him through what appeared to be a haze, her tongue dry and feeling awkward In her mouth
( ... )
This is everything I could have asked for from this prompt, my goodness... I feeel bad for Prussia but... *fans self* And the anal was a surprise, but not an unpleasant one, I have a secret kink for fem!anal >.> And your writing style is perfect, you keep everyone as relatively IC as you can with a prompt of this nature and it is just, plain, hot.
I personally would love a sequel, if you have the time to. Other nations to suggest... urm... Austria, Mangary (if you wanna switch up Hungary's gender, though not sure if Russia would legit let him since he's be a soviet captive too, your choice of course!), Boylarus, America, Australia, other Nordics... dfhuk XD;; I'll shut up now.
It always makes me happy to see comments on my writing style and characters being IC. ( Which, omg, so difficult for this particular prompt. xD )
I'll make a note of your suggestions and keep them in mind! I will likely do a sequel, but it will probably be a while, as I'll want to sit and write it from start-to-finish, again!
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Also I have no beta. So. Um. Yeah.“Just because I’m forced to live with your crazy ass doesn’t mean I have to do every fucking thing you tell me.” Prussia insisted, her hands balled into fists ( ... )
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“That is too bad.” Russia spoke in a sing-song tone, sliding his gloved fingers up the woman’s inner thigh, enjoying the way she shivered so unwillingly. “Then maybe you should be cooperating, yes?” he asked, pressing his palm against her mons.
“No!” Prussia snapped, jerking against him again, ignoring his fingers probing so gently against her sex, the leather feeling so awkward against her skin. “Fucking stop!” she cried out, shaking her head again and again.
“We will have you knowing who owns you before the day is over, Kaliningradskaya“I’m not a thing to be owned!” she yelled, closing her eyes tightly as Russia pressed a ( ... )
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He jerked the sash from around Prussia’s torso, tearing it at the seam and then ripping it down the middle so he had two long strips of fabric before staring at Prussia for a moment and shrugging, crouching down to tie her knee to one leg of the table. She began thrashing again and he ignored her awkward kicks from her strange angle before grabbing the kicking leg and tying that one to the opposite side.
“Ah, perfect. Now you cannot get away, pet.”
Prussia visibly cringed at being called ‘pet,’ a loud, muffled yell of what was probably a string of curses echoing in the otherwise empty conference hall.
“Do not worry!” Russia said softly, “The fun will start, soon!"
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She squirmed uselessly on the table, the muscles in her legs twitching and tensing as she tried to pull her legs free, irritated beyond all belief that Russia was so damn strong and those knots would be impossible to weaken with just her wiggling.
Still, when she heard the rustle and drop of fabric she struggled harder. Again she felt those cold fingers sliding up her thighs, and Russia’s giggle and the finger probing against her slit made red flash before her eyes.
“You are a little wet.” He teased, sliding the finger up and down.
Of fucking course she was, he’d been toying with her clit and her body was getting her ready for sex whether she wanted it or not. And she really fucking did notHe pushed the digit in and wiggled it around, smiling when ( ... )
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Prussia immediately spat the glove out, eyes wild and angry, brow furrowed as she stared at him. “Fuck. You. I will never be yours. No matter what you do to me.” She hissed breathily, her body squirming without her permission, cheeks flushed a lovely pink.
“Is not I that will be doing.” Russia giggled, shrugging innocently. “Later, again, when you beg for me.”
Prussia shook her head, not understanding what he meant by it not being him. None-the-less she growled sharply, “Never.”
“Then you are in for a long night.” Russia smiled before picking the glove up again and shoving it back into Prussia’s mouth, securing it back into place.
She growled loudly but stopped promptly when Russia walked out of sight.
She began struggling again, not wanting to be left.
But Prussia heard the door open and close, leaving her in complete silence and only hoping that she would not be found like this.
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Right?
She had no idea how long it had been, but her anxiety rose and rose, worried that the other nations would rush in for the meeting while she was still tied up, Russia’s cum dripping obscenely out of her sore body.
And then the door opened.
Prussia twisted her body to try to see if it was Russia, but could not twist quite far enough to see the corridor directly behind her and eventually she gave up, dropping herself back down onto the table carefully, still quiet.
“Yes, yes, really! You can do whatever you want.”
The albino tensed, again. What did Russia just say? And who the fuck was he talking to?
“She is very squirmy and a little messy, but she is very fun.” Russia mused with a little giggle.
“She has been rejecting me for years and years...”
No! Prussia began to writhe again, tugging at her bonds ( ... )
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“Ah… Prussia, you are still so soft.” He crooned, finally, finally, burying himself in her all the way. Eyes pinched shut tightly, Prussia let out a low whine, unable to stop the noise; She was so sore, so sensitive, so tender, and Frances’ gentle rocking had gotten her so worked up ( ... )
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No luck; Not the way Russia had her tied down. She wondered how long she would have to wait for the next nation to join her, but it wasn’t long before the door opened again and she heard somebody enter the room.
Green eyes went wide as he stared at Prussia, tied down and shuddering as if she were freezing.
“Prussia?” he called out to her and she immediately twisted to stare at him, her expression almost relieved.
SpainHe grinned sheepishly and moved closer, eyes drifting down to her thighs and then back up to her face. “France told me to come.” He muttered quietly. “I’ve missed you ( ... )
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“Good, you’re awake.” The person behind her muttered, making Prussia twitch. “You’re quite messy, but… I suppose that’s all right. It’s not as if this is an entirely new situation for us nations, now is it?” he asked, tone rather smug. “I wonder if it’s even worth it to fuck you. You’re probably stretched and quite sloppy.”
Prussia twitched again, turning to press her forehead against the table, suddenly wishing Russia had put earmuffs on her as well.
“Still… You are rather attractive. And it would be a nice form of… Revenge, I suppose you could say, for the things you and your brother did to my country ( ... )
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England shrugged, and Prussia could hear his boots as they crossed the floor. “Whatever. I’m quite finished with her. She’s a mess. And you might need to do something to keep her awake.” He suggested before exiting, leaving Denmark in his place.
“Been a while, huh!” He spoke, mostly to himself. A silly grin cracked over his face as he crossed the room towards her, hands clasped behind his head. “Imagine hearing Russia was letting you were being fucked silly by whoever wanted!”
He laughed and dropped his arms to his sides. “But you really are looking full. And you look pretty well done.” Prussia nodded, opening her eyes to look at Denmark who had bent down to stare at her face, still grinning ( ... )
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He pushed evenly, pausing when the head of his dick pushed past the ring of muscle, a choked laugh spilling from his lips.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He laughed, pushing into her slowly; delighted by the way she thrashed against him, ultimately just pushing herself further onto his length. Another pained cry escaped the Prussian and she tried, again, to relax, letting Denmark slide his cock fully into her arse, her body twitching and tightening around him, pulling more moans from the man.
She felt something tear when Denmark pulled back and slammed back in, and cried out loudly, the muscles in her thighs protesting against her straining, nails reopening the wounds on her palm.
Denmark grinned to himself, swallowing his sounds of pleasure to better hear each of Prussia’s noises, his body thrusting hard into her, rocking her ( ... )
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This is everything I could have asked for from this prompt, my goodness... I feeel bad for Prussia but... *fans self* And the anal was a surprise, but not an unpleasant one, I have a secret kink for fem!anal >.> And your writing style is perfect, you keep everyone as relatively IC as you can with a prompt of this nature and it is just, plain, hot.
I personally would love a sequel, if you have the time to. Other nations to suggest... urm... Austria, Mangary (if you wanna switch up Hungary's gender, though not sure if Russia would legit let him since he's be a soviet captive too, your choice of course!), Boylarus, America, Australia, other Nordics... dfhuk XD;; I'll shut up now.
Thank you for the wonderful fill!
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It always makes me happy to see comments on my writing style and characters being IC. ( Which, omg, so difficult for this particular prompt. xD )
I'll make a note of your suggestions and keep them in mind! I will likely do a sequel, but it will probably be a while, as I'll want to sit and write it from start-to-finish, again!
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