“I wish you wouldn’t disobey me like that, GDR,” the silky voice purred in his ear. He tried to pull away from the leather brushing his cheek, but the collar around his neck refused to budge, already pulled to the end of its leash. “I told you,” he growled hoarsely, licking his dry lips, “my name is Prussia.” That was the wrong answer, because the lash descended again across his bare buttocks with a sickening crack. He would have screamed, but his voice was too worn; he would have tried to kick at the man behind him, but he had learned by now that that only made the collar tighten unbearably. He wobbled dangerously, supported only by his splayed knees and head pressed sideways into the mattress. His hands were trussed behind his back so tightly that he’d lost all feeling in them hours ago
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“Now, now, GDR, you’re going to hurt yourself,” the voice mumbled in his ear, and he felt a light sting on his earlobe as teeth sunk into it. But then hands on the back of his thighs were forcing his legs to curl up under him again, and the collar was being loosened by the slack. He choked and coughed, sucking in air greedily, and then yelped as those fingers drove back inside him, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes beneath the blindfold. Fuck fuck fuck, that hurt. Two at once, in leather gloves without any lubrication - it was the roughest that he had ever taken it. He wanted to say something defiant again, but all he could do was pant pitifully as he struggled to relax his muscles against the invasion
( ... )
bondage,non-con,with mention of germany/west!
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Aww, poor lil Pwussia ;_;
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