Is There Still Room In Hell?
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Final Fantasy VII › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,413
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Dirge of Cerberus or Crisis Core. Consequently, I make no money off this story. Sad face.
Is There Still Room Left In Hell? Chapter 3
That message seemed to crack what little remained of Angeal’s calm. In training, they had taught him how to withstand physical torture, but not in sexual ways. They had taught him how to negotiate, but not with the complacently insane. Everything his training had taught him was completely useless and he was left with only the most basic human tactics.
His struggle with his restraints began anew as Rosso’s throaty laugh filled the room. She was getting to be too much and Angeal began to scream, if only so that something besides the futile clinking of the chains and her voice would be heard. “I thought this would be your reaction.” Rosso picked up the mask object. “It’s why I brought this along.”
“Don’t.”
“Open wide, darling.” Angeal kept his mouth firmly shut. Rather than force it open immediately, Rosso seemed to enjoy how obstinate he was being. “Well, now. We’re going to act like a stubborn child, are we? That’s fine. It’s not as if the observers will be here immediately and I have ways of getting you to open that mouth of yours.” The word observers piqued Angeal’s curiosity, but he resolutely held his tongue. Mind-games like this wouldn’t work on him. He had gone through too much to fall for a childish mistake like asking questions.
Without warning, Rosso reached forward and squeezed his nose shut. Asphyxiation to make him open his mouth was a crude but effective tactic, which would have made sense if Angeal had considered this woman’s style so far. As it was, all he could do was wait for his lungs to either shrivel in his chest or give in to her sick demands.
Hating himself, Angeal gasped for breath around the two minute mark. Rosso took advantage of the opening and stuffed the fake cock deep down Angeal’s throat. Having not been given any sort of warning, save for his body’s own weakness, Angeal audibly choked on the instrument. The gagging noise just made Rosso start laughing again.
“You’re so pitiful.” Rosso strapped the cock tightly into Angeal’s mouth. The harsh rubber on the restraints pulled painfully at his hair. “Are all of the men above ground like this, or is it just you?” As she walked around him, Angeal struggled against the plastic, refusing to submit. “Oh, just take it already!” Rosso retrieved a paddle from the crate on the floor and laid a hard blow to Angeal’s ass. On reflex, he cried out and accidentally deep-throated the cock in his mouth. “Good boy.” Rosso gave him a condescending pat on the head.
She seemed to be growing tired of speaking, perhaps because Angeal could no longer answer him in return. Instead, Rosso retrieved the bracelet and began undoing Angeal’s pants, making the man cry out in alarm. She girlishly giggled at his muffled protests and withdrew his cock from his underwear. “This is it?” Rosso dropped it, in the same forcible way that Weiss had dropped his head earlier. “I’ve seen children better equipped.” Rosso fastened the bracelet into a small loop, then turned it inside out so that the spikes were on the inside. She gave him a wicked grin that left very little to the imagination about where that particular item was going.
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TBC
His struggle with his restraints began anew as Rosso’s throaty laugh filled the room. She was getting to be too much and Angeal began to scream, if only so that something besides the futile clinking of the chains and her voice would be heard. “I thought this would be your reaction.” Rosso picked up the mask object. “It’s why I brought this along.”
“Don’t.”
“Open wide, darling.” Angeal kept his mouth firmly shut. Rather than force it open immediately, Rosso seemed to enjoy how obstinate he was being. “Well, now. We’re going to act like a stubborn child, are we? That’s fine. It’s not as if the observers will be here immediately and I have ways of getting you to open that mouth of yours.” The word observers piqued Angeal’s curiosity, but he resolutely held his tongue. Mind-games like this wouldn’t work on him. He had gone through too much to fall for a childish mistake like asking questions.
Without warning, Rosso reached forward and squeezed his nose shut. Asphyxiation to make him open his mouth was a crude but effective tactic, which would have made sense if Angeal had considered this woman’s style so far. As it was, all he could do was wait for his lungs to either shrivel in his chest or give in to her sick demands.
Hating himself, Angeal gasped for breath around the two minute mark. Rosso took advantage of the opening and stuffed the fake cock deep down Angeal’s throat. Having not been given any sort of warning, save for his body’s own weakness, Angeal audibly choked on the instrument. The gagging noise just made Rosso start laughing again.
“You’re so pitiful.” Rosso strapped the cock tightly into Angeal’s mouth. The harsh rubber on the restraints pulled painfully at his hair. “Are all of the men above ground like this, or is it just you?” As she walked around him, Angeal struggled against the plastic, refusing to submit. “Oh, just take it already!” Rosso retrieved a paddle from the crate on the floor and laid a hard blow to Angeal’s ass. On reflex, he cried out and accidentally deep-throated the cock in his mouth. “Good boy.” Rosso gave him a condescending pat on the head.
She seemed to be growing tired of speaking, perhaps because Angeal could no longer answer him in return. Instead, Rosso retrieved the bracelet and began undoing Angeal’s pants, making the man cry out in alarm. She girlishly giggled at his muffled protests and withdrew his cock from his underwear. “This is it?” Rosso dropped it, in the same forcible way that Weiss had dropped his head earlier. “I’ve seen children better equipped.” Rosso fastened the bracelet into a small loop, then turned it inside out so that the spikes were on the inside. She gave him a wicked grin that left very little to the imagination about where that particular item was going.
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TBC