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Jul. 18th, 2009 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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"Ah ha ha ha ha." Zwei's laugh is deep and throaty now, though it still holds the high-pitched edge of insanity. Gilbret can't stand it, it turns his stomach, and if he could be he would be physically sick. Drowning in his own vomit would be better than this mockery of love-making.
Gilbert's hands clutch roughly at Zwei's thin hips, moving her hips up and down on his penis. It's warm inside of Zwei, and wet, and her muscles clutch at him almost as tightly as Doldum's strings wind around him. "Do you think your master would like watching?" Zwei asks, and one arm swings upward, as artfully as the most perfect marionette, to brush her hair out of her sweaty face. Zwei's eyes are wild.
"Don't. Talk. About. Him." Gilbret grits out, his teeth gritted shut, the wires around his throat tightening. The wires are too thin to cut off his breathing, but they leave trails of blood, cutting into his skin.
Zwei bends down and licks the blood away, licks up Gilberts neck to plant a light kiss on his lips. Up close, Zwei looks frighteningly familiar, like a familiar face gone mad. "You are not in charge here." She whispers, angrily. All over his body the wires tighten, swing, and then Zwei is on her back, her thin legs wrapped around Gilbert's hips, while the strings urge Gilbert to move, plow inside of her, and keep her entertained.
Gilbert finds that he can finally close his eyes.
"Ah ha ha ha ha." Zwei's laugh is deep and throaty now, though it still holds the high-pitched edge of insanity. Gilbret can't stand it, it turns his stomach, and if he could be he would be physically sick. Drowning in his own vomit would be better than this mockery of love-making.
Gilbert's hands clutch roughly at Zwei's thin hips, moving her hips up and down on his penis. It's warm inside of Zwei, and wet, and her muscles clutch at him almost as tightly as Doldum's strings wind around him. "Do you think your master would like watching?" Zwei asks, and one arm swings upward, as artfully as the most perfect marionette, to brush her hair out of her sweaty face. Zwei's eyes are wild.
"Don't. Talk. About. Him." Gilbret grits out, his teeth gritted shut, the wires around his throat tightening. The wires are too thin to cut off his breathing, but they leave trails of blood, cutting into his skin.
Zwei bends down and licks the blood away, licks up Gilberts neck to plant a light kiss on his lips. Up close, Zwei looks frighteningly familiar, like a familiar face gone mad. "You are not in charge here." She whispers, angrily. All over his body the wires tighten, swing, and then Zwei is on her back, her thin legs wrapped around Gilbert's hips, while the strings urge Gilbert to move, plow inside of her, and keep her entertained.
Gilbert finds that he can finally close his eyes.
