tied up and fucked HARD
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Mornings by Hetaliansm (Quin_Quin_YT)
Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers, 2P Hetalia - Fandom
23 Aug 2017
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Lutz knows how you are when you're pissed, especially if you have been pulled out of sleep 'so suddenly' in the morning...
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General Gan's Secret Diary: Warehouse by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: 长安十二时辰 | The Longest Day in Chang'an (TV)
21 Feb 2025
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Gan chases Tan Qi in a dark warehouse.
"It's just the two of us now, my dear."
She bolts.
He laughs. "There's no sense in running. I'm faster than you, stronger. You and I both know that eventually, I'm going to split that little pussy with my cock."
True to his word, he captures her easily, overpowering her, his prick filling with blood as she struggles, her little body thrashing helplessly against his. There's nothing that makes him harder than the thrill of rape, nothing.
He ties her to a pillar, smirking nastily, his breath hot and wet upon her face; his odour, of sweat and musk and horse, suffocates her.
"Kiss me," he says, licking her mouth. "If you bite, well." He tilts his head. "I'm going to punch in your teeth and cut off your tongue. So you'd better use your mouth to pleasure me," he says and kisses her hungrily, swallowing her cries of panic, crushing her against the pillar with his armoured weight.
He cups and rubs her pussy through her trousers for a long while, pressing the crotch seam into the slit, rubbing where he knows her clitoris must be. "This is *mine,*" he huffs wetly into her mouth, squeezing her pussy hard in his hand, making her whimper into his mouth.
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- Part 3 of General Gan's Secret Diary
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She'd had her hand around his throat and she'd spat on him. So, after he's caned her, he straps her to the cross and closes his hand around her throat. He's still in full armour, only his cock and balls out; the leather and metal creak as he slowly squeezes her throat, watching her face turn red, then purple.
"Keep looking at me." He tilts his head wolfishly and grins as he observes her, an evil glint in his eyes; he forces her to hold his gaze so that he can observe her consciousness begin to blur and then fade.
Just when she's about to pass out, he suddenly lets go; when she gasps for breath, he slaps her cheek, then the other. He grabs her hair and pulls her head up by it, staring fiercely into her eyes until they focus upon him again. He forces her mouth open with three fingers, pulling down on her lower teeth; he spits into her mouth thrice, his cock pulsing in sadistic delight as she coughs and gags, horror in her eyes.
Finally, he lets go, then slaps her again.
"What's the matter?" he asks in a condescending voice, dangerously soft. "You choked me and spat on me," he says, mock-reasonable as he slaps her other cheek; "it's only fair that I return the favour."
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Grinning, he runs the tail of the horsewhip across his palm. "I intend to offer you a *demonstration,*" he says and snaps the whip taut between his hands.
Reflexively, Xia steps back from him, the sadism glittering in his eyes; yet, her cunny leaps so violently she nearly falls over.
"Come here," he says.
"What if I don't?"
He lets out a long, low chuckle; with one perfect stroke, he whips the clasp off her cloak.
Her cloak falls to her feet, leaving her trembling in shock; he looks at her and grins wickedly, playing with the tail of the whip.
"I could take the rest off with this, too," he says softly and tilts his head, "but then, you'd have to walk out of here naked." He considers it for a while, weighing the whip in his hand. "It's your choice. Either I whip off your clothes, or you strip for me. Which is it to be?"
"That thing will leave marks," she says, staring at him firmly.
He swings the whip over his head in an arc, so that as it strikes, it wraps around her like a snake; he yanks her into his arms and leers, his eyes slitted, his bearded lips nuzzling hers.
"Yes," he purrs, breathless from arousal. "And if you strike hard enough, the marks will be *permanent.*"
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- Part 7 of Tigers' Dance
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