Confessions

Confessions
part two

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Babus: This is monstrous . . . I can't believe I'm allowing this to happen . . .
Montblanc: It's only a diary, kupo.
Babus: But . . . but . . . No one knows what Prince Mewt is to me . . .
Montblanc: Really, kupo? I thought it was obvious.
Babus: *blushes* Well . . . I . . . umm . . .
Montblanc: It's okay, kupo. Personally I think he's pretty handsome . . . kupopo~
Babus: Oh, here we are giggling like those wretched fan girls over the Prince, and our author isn't even here yet.
Judge: Continue with story or face a penalty! *clinks sword*

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It's becoming very hard to breathe . . . I can still recall his fingers around my throat . . . Oh dear, it's so horrible to think about . . .

Please . . . please don't let anyone find this . . .

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"Wake up."

Babus turned against the floor, steamy from the pool's heat, and winced as something crushed his ear underfoot. His other ear was yanked up by the part and pulled backward to be fastened to a chain. "Oou . . . " he whimpered softly. "Wh . . . Where am I?"

"Don't worry," Llednar's cold voice laughed, "you haven't left this room." He crushed his heel into the part of Babus' aching ear.

Babus tried to lift his head. "Get off my ear, you buffoon," he scowled.

"Now that's no way to talk to me," Llednar chided. "You don't know why I'm here or what I'm going to do to you . . . and if you keep talking like that it'll be worse for you."

"I can't imagine anything worse than my present situation," Babus admitted, though in the back of his mind he dared to think there might be worse than being chained to something, while naked . . . But naked was surely what that brute wanted. He curled his tail up over his rump and kicked at Llednar's crushing foot.

Llednar lifted his foot off Babus' ear and brought it squarely down on the Nu Mou's small hand. "You stop that this instant, you little weakling."

"Weakling?" Babus sputtered in rage. Ignoring the sudden, sharp pain in his hand and the throbbing agony in his ear, he fired back, "If I wished, I could boil your skull dry and kick it to powder, to say nothing of simply frying you in your boots!" He felt himself raging inside, rage for what was being done to him, what might be done to him, and rage for what might happen to the Prince in his absence.

"Don't worry . . . nothing will happen to our dear Prince." Llednar smirked and dragged another chain forward to tether Babus more firmly to the pool's floor.

Babus hissed with anger as the chain's shackle was fitted into the part of his ear and closed. "You . . . you let me go this instant, Llednar, or I will . . . "

"Again, you fail to finish. What would you do to me? Sic Templars on me? Ooh, I'm so scared. You know you can't do anything to me, because you're just too ashamed to admit that this could happen to you." Llednar grinned and yanked the chains back, forcing Babus to a kneeling position. "Now let's see . . . what should I do to you first?"

Babus saw the wicked gleam in Llednar's eyes and growled. "Don't you dare put that anywhere near my mouth, you pervert!"

"Shame," Llednar sniffed. "I'm sure you'd be good at it, what with you being the Prince's little whore."

"What?! How dare you!" Babus roared with anger.

"Admit it, Babus . . . you can't stand not to be around him. You imagine his hands all over your body . . . his lips on your ear . . . his cock in your--"

"Stop it!" Babus wailed. "Stop it right now!" Hot, shamed tears soaked his face. "Leave me alone, can't you?"

"No," Llednar said simply. He lifted his foot from Babus' throbbing hand and pulled the chains up, painfully lifting the Nu Mou to his feet.

Babus wept with pain, feeling blood trickle down his ears from the part. "Please . . . not like this . . . if you must, take me somewhere else . . . "

"Where else could I have access to a large body of water?" Llednar busily scrawled words into the steam on the pool's floor. "I won't hurt you just yet. You'll have to wait for that particular pleasure." Behind him, tendrils of hot water rose into the air and snaked toward Babus.

The Nu Mou's eyes grew as big as tea saucers as he watched the water fronds move around him. "Stop . . . What are you doing?!" he cried out. One water tentacle slipped around his waist, forcing the breath from him. He choked and coughed as another slid its way into his mouth. "Mmphlr!"

Llednar stood back, admiring his work. He laughed softly to himself as still another worked its way under Babus' tail, a weak moan ruffling its way from the trapped Nu Mou's throat. "So, you little whore. Your true colors are revealed."

Babus whimpered around the water frond in his mouth, his face coloring red. The tendril under his tail worked against him, hot and steaming, and finally slipped past the only barrier into him. When the water subsided from his mouth, he whined. "Please . . . please, Llednar, stop it . . . " Rippled sensations were coursing through him, some not at all unpleasant. He clenched his legs shut and fell to his knees, strong water fronds lifting him over the pool.

"Look at yourself, you precious little whore. Look at that rouged face and painted eyes . . . see how pleasure curls your lips . . . " Llednar felt his arousal rising, tightening his pants. He ached to shove his raging cock right into the agonized Runeseeker and twist howls of pain from his lips. "Look at that face."

Babus closed his eyes tightly against his reflection in the water, knowing it would shame him even more. "No . . . stop . . . please!" he cried desperately, moaning high in his throat as the probing frond inside him brushed against an especially sensitive spot . . .

Llednar snapped his fingers, and the fronds fell back into the pool. Babus as well fell into the pool, yanked to the surface by the chains around his ears. He spluttered and kicked in the water, wishing nothing else but to have the chains removed, and yowled in surprised agony as the part in his ears tore through.

"Mmm . . . shame." Llednar giggled madly at the Nu Mou, blood permeating into the pool from his torn ears. "But I'm not done . . . " He jumped into the pool and seized Babus by the tail.

Babus spluttered and clawed at Llednar's grip. "Stop it!" he screamed.

"Hmm, hmm . . . what to do with you now . . . ?" Llednar dragged Babus by the ears to the edge of the pool, where the water was too shallow to submerge even his face, and sat on his chest.

"Please . . . " Babus whined softly, "don't . . . "

Llednar wore an evil smirk as he unlaced his pants to free his aching cock. "Now, I'm going to do something you may not like, but that's the fun of rape." He shoved his hips forward, forcing it right into Babus' gaping mouth. "Heheh."

"Mmphl!" Babus choked. He felt himself retching from the terrible taste of Llednar's cock as it twitched in his mouth. He spluttered as Llednar drove it deeper, to the back of his throat.

"I won't ask you to do anything," Llednar soothed, moving his hips forward and back. "That would be too much." He reveled in the Nu Mou's frightened gasps and reached down to catch a small tear trickling from the corner of his dark eyes. With an indulged smirk, he licked it off the end of his finger.

Babus' breath hitched in his throat as he closed his eyes and tried not to think of what was being done to him, tried to forget what could happen next, tried to imagine himself safe with the Prince, for whom he would gladly do anything . . . anything, if he could only get out of this position. He tried to imagine it was Mewt's hands stroking his torn ears, tried to envision Mewt's warm lips on his face, his ears, his mouth . . . Llednar was right; he couldn't imagine being away from the Prince, and he felt ashamed of himself.

Eventually Llednar's pace quickened, then stopped. He closed his eyes and lifted himself from Babus' mouth, feeling self-satisfied. "Now bend over, little whore."

Babus, still reeling, barely heard the order. He closed his eyes and dreamily thought of Mewt as he was forcefully turned over in the pool, and thought of Mewt as Llednar forced his dripping cock into him. In his dizzy state he could think of nothing else . . . and so it was Mewt's hands that touched him, Mewt's hips shivering against him, and finally Mewt's essence spilling over into him.

And, exhausted, he fell into a dreamless sleep as Llednar laced his pants and left him lying violated in the shallow end of the pool.