+++
Relena awoke to view bitterly a poignant moment between her two tormenters, who were closely embraced although still upon the bed, silhouetted to her gaze upon the curtain with soft yellow light that she had not noticed as present previously. Heero lay in Duo's lap, the American's arms wound about him, clutching at his hands. Then Heero moved, pulling himself upwards to kiss him briefly. One sighed softly, then Duo's arms released, pulling himself to his feet as Heero stood.
The Japanese youth walked softly towards her, his face complacent and blank, if mussed and his lips swollen. A fresh red mark rose on his neck, and Relena cringed at the evidence of Maxwell's possession of her koibito, who seemed not to care in the least. Heero glared at her as he left the curtained alcove, and walked past her to the desk of chemicals, quickly preparing a dilute solution of some clear liquid. Duo joined him, selecting other chemicals from the desktop and it's narrow drawers, and mixing them in a small bowl.
Heero picked up the bottle he had been working as she stared at him, frightened of what he was up to, then selected to her surprise, a small paintbrush from the desktop. He walked over before her, and, avoiding her face, dipped the tip of the brush into the bottle.
She whimpered, her stomach muscles tensing as the wet fibres brushed her abused, grimy flesh, sinking in. He replenished the brush, carefully drawing something with the clear liquid. She trembled, then gasped as the liquid began to burn into her flesh. Heero delicately traced out Japanese kanji upon her flesh, ending just above her pubic hair, laving the figures with the liquid. She began shrieking as it burnt further, the marks reddening to reveal the kanji for 'slut'.
Duo laughed heartily from across the room at his lover's antics, then stalked forward, eyeing the mess of Relena's body, smeared with blood, urine, and vomit. He waved his hand gleefully at her frightened face, then hefted a small bowl of clear liquid across her groin and thighs. She looked down, and began screeching once more as her pubic hair turned white at the touch of the liquid, dripping towards her more delicate genitals. She squirmed helplessly, thrusting her hips backwards to prevent the bleaching of her sensitive body. Heero closed his eyes and listened to her shrieking before washing his hands. Duo eyed his lover's groin as he strode back to the screeching princess.
The American stroked a hand over her nude bottom, grabbing at her hip roughly and drawing it backwards. She struggled to close her legs, her shrieking having tapered to pained groans and whimpers, only to realise the spreader bar. "What a little slut you are, princess. Throwing yourself at the nearest guy you see. How many boys have you slept with, bitch?" Duo smacked her ass sharply, and she yelped, twisting to glare at him.
"I'm not slept with anyone!" she declared proudly, tears streaming down her face. Duo shrugged, and mocked, "What, saving yourself for Heero, were you?" She blushed brightly before moaning in pain as the bleach began to eat at her skin. Duo arched a fine eyebrow, and snickered, "Such a slut, moaning for him already?"
The American released her hip, leaving a large bruise where he had held her, and Heero waited for him before Relena. Duo smiled and twined his arms about Heero's neck, watching Relena whimper out of the corner of his eye. "She wants you, love," Duo mock whispered, tittering girlishly as Heero cupped his bottom against him.
"Does she? Hn. She disgusts me," Heero replied, pulling Duo tightly against him. The American nearly purred at the touch as Relena's eye stared widely in disbelief. Duo cocked his head, and pouted playfully, "But she's been so good today, so far...we ought to reward her!"
Heero seemed to think about this comment, then unbuttoned the fly of his tight jeans. Duo sighed happily, and slid his hand into Heero's pants, perfectly in view of Relena's astonished gaze. Heero moaned softly at the American's touch, and leaned forward to claim his lover's lips in a fierce kiss. The suspended girl stared in mute fear and intrigued, however unwilling arousal as Duo's hand slipped into Heero's boxers, drawing his swelling cock out to view.
Relena gasped at Heero's tumid organ as Duo's fingers wrapped around the base familiarly, before the American broke their fevered kiss, and slid to his knees before Heero. The Japanese youth shifted his feet just enough for Relena to see perfectly as Duo gently kissed his erection, then took the hardening, thick length into his mouth. She convulsed slightly, panting as Duo slowly buried his face in the dark curls of Heero's groin, the American's talented tongue flickering out at his sac briefly before retreating to breathe. Heero stroked his hair lovingly, then stepped back, helping his lover to stand.
"Ready, love?" Duo asked, smirking as he walked swiftly behind Relena. Heero stroked himself, and replied, "Aa. Arigatou, koi - I could never have gotten hard for her." Relena scowled, hurt by his words, then she gasped as he knelt behind her, removing the spreader bar. Heero pressed against her back, and kicked her legs further apart. She screamed softly as the forgotten throbbing of her feet grated against the ground, but then she sucked in breath as Heero slid up, his erection prodding at her ass.
"You never seemed to understand that I cannot possibly be attracted to you, much less love you," he whispered almost tenderly. She shivered as his hands settled on her spread hips, and he chuckled darkly, "I hate you, Relena." Then he rammed himself into her ass, piercing her untouched anus with his thick sex. She shrieked, sobbing in pain as she tore and split under his rough, unlubricated assault.
"You know, ojousan, you've a tight ass. Not as tight as Duo, but tight. I just might be able to enjoy this," Heero hissed, yanking her body down to seat upon his cock. She whimpered as he continued, "Duo is so much tighter, even though he's no virgin. You'll probably be loose now that I've bust your cherry." She clenched her eyes shut, groaning with each thrust of his hips into her torn anus.
Heero laughed again, low and dangerous, "I love fucking Duo. I stretch him and lube him first, so he doesn't get hurt, of course. You don't deserve that. Then, when I'm fucking him so hard, all he feels is pleasure. You're not enjoying this, are you?" Heero pawed at her breast, the nipple pebbling shamefully under his touch, and Relena flushed, trying not to listen or feel.
"Why, so you are!" Heero exclaimed in mocking surprise, then grasped her pert tit and squeezed it. She yelped and sniveled at the sudden sting of pain, adding to her ass being so cruelly reamed. Heero moved faster now, the friction of his impalment tearing her soft flesh. He breathed harshly, pulling at her nipple so hard it was beginning to bleed, and panted roughly into her ear, "But you know what is best? Do you, Relena?" She shook her head numbly, still weakly struggling, but imprisoned in the pain of her body.
Heero grimaced in pleasure, and hissed, "It's best when Duo fucks me." She finally screamed as his grip on her breast tightened, then he stiffened, a stinging liquid sensation in her torn rectum that she slowly realised to be ejaculate. His pinching fingers didn't lessen any, instead holding on to her as he stood, breathing heavily.
The Japanese pilot walked around her, twisting her nipple until he crouched where she couldn't help but see him. He gave a tiny, sadistic quirk of lips in his beautiful face, then ripped her nipple clear off. He stood, and following Duo's idea from earlier, carefully thrust the bloody tit up into her anus, which was only now leaking his semen amidst the profuse blood streaming down her thighs.
A slow, mocking clapping sounded from the corner as Duo walked towards his lover. Relena sobbed brokenly as the American cupped the back of Heero's head, pulling him in for an impassioned kiss. Heero grimaced as Duo traced the line of his bloodied organ, and grumbled bitterly, "Ugh, I feel revolting."
Duo smiled gently, and kissed him again lightly. "Would a shower help?" The American suggested. Heero smirked seductively, and replied, acting coy, "Only if you're in it." Duo grinned, grabbing Heero's hand, and retorted, "That can be arranged, love." Heero grinned suddenly, a wide spread of happiness upon his finely sculpted features that made Relena want to cry, that he could be so happy with Duo, and that he wasn't hers, wasn't smiling that gorgeous smile for her as he was wilfully dragged from the room.
Relena sniffled as the room plunged into darkness, and she heard the door's mechanisms lock soundly behind the two men. She stifled a scream of umprompted terror, at being left behind to whatever ravages the room could provide in it's icy darkness, then listened. The water dripped from the faucet in maddening rhythm, just off enough from any regular pattern to irritate her. She screamed once more, as if recording her anguish, and tugged at her solid bonds, wishing that they would be merciful and release her without her captors' presence. They did not yield, and she sobbed, trying to drift off into pained sleep, if only to drive her from the bloody horrors of the chamber.
+++
This page and all works within are copyrighted 2001 to Engel. Don't steal.