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[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[a sight some haven't seen for a while, and many haven't see at all: our resident forced submissive is kneeling in a semi-public area, hands tied behind his back, his eyes closed. He's panting rather forcefully, and while you can see him actively trying not to fall into old patterns, there was someone very skilled at what he does playing on his reactions and slipping past whatever defenses he's managed to build]

((Pornpornpornporn))

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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Asch?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[turns his head towards the sound of his voice, panting]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...What happened...?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[almost distracted] Found... someone. Me. Touched me... used...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Oh...

...I wish I could help you...

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head] Don't... don't worry.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I want to, though...

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

Leave, before-

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Before what?

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

Enjoying my pet, child?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...He's not yours.

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[strokes thepricepaid's hair] Oh?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

He's not anyone's... He lives with us.

[fononfailure]

Asch! *hurries behind him to undo the bonds hold his hands.*

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[opens his eyes, looking at her] Luke...

[fononfailure]

What happened? Who did this to you...?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

Me. An Asch. He touched... oh Yulia, he was good.

[fononfailure]

*starts freeing his hands, frowning.* You were getting so much better.. Can you tell me which one it was?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[moans, leaning into her] No... looked like... but beautiful. He touched... Luke, he was good. He didn't stop, and it was torture.

[fononfailure]

*turns a bit red and backs away to keep him from having to touch her as much.* ...tch. Why the hell would he leave you here like this...

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

He wanted me to want...

[fononfailure]

The bastard. If I figure which one he is..

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[behind her, lips against her ear] You'll what?

[fononfailure]

*freezes, turning her head just enough to confirm which Asch it was, glaring.* You..

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[edges around her, putting a hand on thepricepaid's hair] Are you enjoying my pet?