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Thread: Husband and Slave(Azuriyuu and Crystal Fire)

Bartiel waited. He had waited, for five minutes, for ten minutes. He usually would just pull out some short video game that could be picked up and put down, but he wasn't going to just sit back and play a game while his wife was suffering. Well, unless she deserved it then he would sit back and play a game and enjoy himself. But she didn't, not yet. He tried to focus his emotions, turn them into anger, so he could feel the fury and anger for her which he would later on, so that the ten minutes of punishment that she was 'saving up' right now could be spent later in their truest sense, but he couldn't get angry. Sighing, he shook his head, heading to the kitchen, going through the fridge. His mother said that she'd made them a house-warming cake and put it there. Finding the cake, he smiled softly, seeing that it was cut. When ten minutes passed, Bartiel returned to the door as it let out a beep. He didn't wait, even though Jenny wouldn't know the difference anyways. Lightly, he set the piece of cake on a plate on a table in the corner before he undid the straps on her legs first. After undoing the straps on her legs, which took a full minute, he grabbed her, slowly lifting her body off of the two dildos and setting her on the stool next to them, frowning at the blood on the back dildo. He would have to check her injury and make sure she stopped bleeding soon, but first thing was first. Rapidly, he undid the harness, although this strap didn't have any 'quick release' straps, so the whole process took two minutes. After doing so, he ripped the mask off of her face, scooping her up in his arms, closing his eyes wordlessly.
Thread: Husband and Slave(Azuriyuu and Crystal Fire)

Jennifer hated this place with a passion. She couldn't stand it anymore, like the walls were closing in on her though she couldn't see them. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the door open. Her body was shaking as much as it could in the straps as she heard him grow nearer. As he took the straps from her legs, she felt immensely better, though the dildos were still in her. Her legs shook slightly as he took hold of her, and slowly lifted her from the dildos. She let out a cry as she came up, though it was muffled by the gag. She even winced slightly as she sat down, her legs still twitching slightly in slight spasms. She remained patient as he began undoing the straps holding her arms and chest, and once it was off, she let her arms slowly drop. After he then took off the mask, she came up, and wrapped her arms around his neck, just as he scooped her up into his warm arms and held her. Her body was freezing from the AC as she shivered against his hold. She had her eyes squeezed shut, shutting out the tears from falling. I-I'll be good.. I p-promise. She whispered softly to him, unable to even holding herself up on her own two feet for right now. She never wanted to be here again, and was glad that he had shown her it so that she would hate it even more.
Thread: Husband and Slave(Azuriyuu and Crystal Fire)

Bartiel gazed at his wife as she shivered, her hands around his neck. Leaning in, he softly kissed her on the lips. He doubted she would be able to be aroused for a little bit longer, but after a moment he took her out of the room, before gently setting her on the floor outside the room, leaning in and kissing her lips. I'm glad, he said, smiling tenderly. It would break my heart to put you int here, but I will do it if you force me... he said to her before standing up and going back into the room. From the room, he retrieved the regular harness, beginning to put her back in, before...he gave her the piece of cake. For you, honey, he said, sitting on the floor by her side.
Thread: Husband and Slave(Azuriyuu and Crystal Fire)

Jennifer could feel his soft lips against hers, and she softly kissed him back. He was so kind to her, and she wanted to pay him back for that, so being good to him will have to do, and not being locked in there. Her as was so sore, but she began to tough it out, this hold and kisses making her feel better. She let him help her out of the room, then gently sat down on the floor outside of the room. She was still naked, her clothes still lying inside. She closed her eyes slowly, kissing him back as he gave her a soft kiss outside the door. She understood he would do it if she made him very angry, but she would try her best not to. She had to be good. She stayed silent as he placed the regular harness on her, restricting her. However, her arms were let free for the moment for her to enjoy the cake. Her smile was sweetly as she leaned toward him, and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. Thank you. She spoke softly, resting her shoulder and arm against his as she began to eat the cake, making sure to give him a few bites to eat as well as she went along.
Thread: Husband and Slave(Azuriyuu and Crystal Fire)

Bartiel didn't bother to try to move her, smiling softly as he returned to the room, going to grab her dress. Smiling, he watched his wife, making sure that she was alright as she ate the cake. You're welcome, he said, smiling as he noticed that she gave him a bite. With a soft smile, he leaned in, taking a bite of the delicious chocolate cake which she had served him, smiling very affectionately. His mother was a good baker, especially for sweets. After the two had rested for a bit, Bartiel stood up, gently offering her his hand. Can you stand up? Or do I need to carry you across the threshhold to our new room again like I did at our honeymoon? he asked playfully.
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Christov was an idiot. Or, at least, that was how he felt about himself since he let himself be suckered into helping them plot against the Fuehrer. Stupid of him - the Fuehrer had spies everywhere, so he should have seen this coming, should've known that someoone would have found out about him plotting against Hitler. And oh, those rebels were smart enough to let him take the fall, to disguise their own actions. The Nazi gnashed his teeth together angrily, as he stared at his supposed. . . 'friend' who was sitting across from him. He called it an offer, but what it really was was blackmail. Stupid, foolish man. And what a shock it must've been for some people to find that he was in league with the Rebels. After all, Christov seemed like the perfect example of an Ayrian - bright blonde hair and blue eyes, accentless German, and the tall lean body that was prized amongst those who served in the SS, and what seemed like a faithful belief in the doctrine given to them by Hitler - at least, until now. And really, he might even take the other man up on his offer. The penalty for treason was death, and Christov preferred to stay alive, thank you very much. Although, considering, Christov couldn't be all that surprised that he had caught onto him. They had a fierce rivalry in the academy. And every single tme, Christov had come out on top. Was this his revenge, then? An attempt to humiliate the one who had always been number one? Figures. So was it worth it then, to accept his offer? Stupid man for getting caught. So then. . . What are the exact terms if you'll keep quiet? Christov slipped into easy English, since he had learned it since his childhood, and it was like a second mothertongue.listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Call it revenge, call it opportunity... call it whatever the hell you want, but the situation was the same. Nikolaus had, for once, finally come out on top- and all of the previous humiliations of defeat did not half the amount of triumph he had today. The fate of his rival rested in the palm of his hand and the slightest squeeze would make the bastard squirm. Everything about Christov made his blood boil not only did the man score better at the training academy, but he was the model Ayrian. While Christov was blessed with fair hair and sky eyes, Nikolaus was stuck with gray eyes and dark hair. Whatever he did, Christov would always manage to come out on top. But not this time. For once, the cards were dealt in Nikolaus' favor. The soldier rested his elbows upon his desk, leaning his shoulders forward as he watched the other in a scrutinizing stare, lips curved upwards in a faint smirk. Whatever the man had achieved up until this point meant shit. There was no victory in treason. Gray eyes focused on the blue ones he grew to hate before a small scoff rumbled in his throat. Speak goddamn German. Have some pride, he growled, rising slowly to his feet. His head lifted slightly as he straightened his posture- an attempt to even further his point that he was now superior. From now on, you do everything and anything I say. Slip up once and I won't hesitate to report you.
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Christov grit his teeth. You? What you want? He had to stop himself from sneering. Nikolaus just had to be kidding. And I'll speak English if I want to, don't tell me what to. . . He stopped himself from finishing that sentence. And what was exactly what the other man wanted - he wanted him to obey the other man. He narrowed his eyes, watching him rise up and stand over him. Fine. He spat the word out, that single word poison in his mouth, bitter and foul. Fine. He reverted to German now, and averted his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm himself. Nikolaus was a powerhungry bastard, and he would find himself in trouble one day because of ambition. . . He will be his own downfall, he will be his own downfall, he will be his own downfull. . . Christov continued to chant that in his head, all the while reminding himself that he was still alive at the very least. Still alive. Barely. He glared up at the other man, mouth set in a straight line. So. What do you want me to do now? Possibilities ran through his head, of what the ass would do. Make him crawl on all fours, begging for forgiveness for treason, kiss the other man's feet he could practically hear the man saying, 'On your hands and feet, and bark and kiss my feet like the dog you are. . .' Or maybe he was just going insane, being able to imagine the other Nazis' voice so clearly.listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

The man's eyebrows raised at Christov's initial retaliation. For a man with one foot in the grave, he was acting pretty cocky. However, when the other mellowed down, the smirk grew even wider on Nikolaus' face. Oh, he was going to have fun with this. Christov was a proud and well-rounded man and that made the thought of reducing him to the traitorous dog he truly was even more appealing. His eyes glinted in dark amusement when the other asked for a command. Well, aren't we the eager one? Of course, the possibilities that Christov was thinking of weren't too far off from how Nikolaus was planning on using the guy but of course, what fun was it to break his new toy so quickly? A hand rose up and he rubbed his chin in thought, eyes darting to the ceiling for a moment before focusing back on his plaything. This man was no longer his rival, but his pet. He wondered faintly what the guy's breaking point would be. However, such things would be left for discovery later. You are to file a request to be moved into my office. I can't risk you trying to run off and fabricate some other assassination plot, can I? Not to mention he'd be able to keep the man within arm's reach at all times- and better yet, have more opportunities to order the bastard around. And you are to report to my house every day immediately after work, understood?
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

No - I'm not! Christov choked out, furious that the other man could've thought that he was eager to do whatever he wanted. Maybe it was a bad thing that he was so proud of his accomplishments. Proud, then realized that the doctrine didn't work for him, and now reduced to. . . To this. His lips twisted briefly into a scowl, before he smoothed his face out again, not wanting to give the other man another chance to mock him. He watched the other man think for a few seconds, his entire body tense with fearful anticipation as to what the other man was going to do. Finally, though, he blinked at the request - no, order. A transfer, hm? And. . . He looked furious. To his house! What the hell was he going to be able to do at the other man's house? His bright eyes smoldered furiously. A-alright. . . He muttered, looking down and away. But he was already finished with work today, so what the hell was he supposed to do now? Just mooch around Nikolaus' office until he was with his work? Christov hunched forward, and buried his facei n his hands, breathing heavily for a few brief seconds, before raising his head up again. So what now, hm? His voice was rough with barely constraiined anger - anger from even letting himself get caught, and anger for letting this prick control him. Now what the hell do you want me to do? Am I to wait for you to finish to go to your house?listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

A dark chuckle reverberated in his throat at the indignation. Although he didn't want Christov to get used to insubordinate actions like this, it would prove to be more amusing if the man still had a little fight in him rather than just rolling over and being the obedient dog he was expected to be. At least the other seemed to understand his position completely and utterly fucked. The expression was priceless. It made all the years of failure worth it- just for this moment... and Nikolaus was sure he'd get many more like this one- possibly even better. He gave a small nod of approval when the other agreed to his first demand. Things were beginning to look bright. Well, not for Christov, of course. There was a whole world of hell waiting for him once Nikolaus' work was finished with for the day. The man turned back to his desk, taking a moment to pause and crack his fingers. Ahh, much better. The sound of restraint in the man's voice was beautiful. Nikolaus turned his head to gaze the other over carefully before responding, You're going to do my work. Would you look at that, he had his own secretary now too! It was a pity that the guy didn't try to stage a coup sooner.
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

The chuckle almost made him snap and throw the man against the wall and start yelling at him. Stop laughing, he wanted to say, stop being a fool and really look around you - is a Nazi Germany going to truly bring back our glory? Will it help you? Although strangling the other man wouldn't be that bad either. Strangling, and then shouting was how it would've gone. That stupid laugh. . . Oh, if there was a God, hear this I will get back at Nikolaus for this one day. For this, I pray that the Allied Forces will win. Christov stared at the other man for a second, trying to see if he was serious. He was not a secretary. You cannot be serious. . . But even as he said that, he knew that the other man was. Refraining from giving a long and irritated sigh, he stood up as well and looked a little unsure before moving over to the man's desk, glancing at the stacks of papers - a few neat piles, a few pages scattered across the desk. Reports, forms, requisitions. . . Fine, I'll finish it for you, he managed to bite out, before gathering a few reports and forms, and a pen from his desk, and glared at Nikolaus. Might as well get started - it was a shitload of work to do. . . - Hours passed, and aside from a few okay, a lot of snide remarks from Nikolaus, it was generally quiet and Christov made good time on the work. It wasn't too different from his own - sign well, forge a name, type up a few reports, highlight a few things. Cracking his own knuckles after awhile, the man leaned back, and sighed, irritated as a few blonde pieces of hair fell into his eyes. Irritation. Now that he was done, that was what he was feeling. There. Done, he said gruffly, slamming the pen down with more force than he had intended. And now he had to face the horror of going. . . of going to Nikolaus' home . Eurgh.listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

If looks could kill, Nikolaus would have been dead a dozen times over with all those nasty glares Christov sent his way. And somehow, he seemed to get some sort of morbid pride at the fact that he alone would be causing all of this frustration and grief to the one man he abhorred most. It was poetic, almost, even though the Nazi had no appreciation for the art. He'd have to find out what would really make Christov tick... maybe he'll even make a little game out of it. Oh, but I am serious, he replied in a drawl, his voice silky despite his darker motives. The soldier sat himself down in one of the spare chairs, busying himself with absolutely nothing but sitting and watching the other do his work. He wasn't going to lie it was rather dull having nothing to do and he probably should have planned this part out better, but... oh hell, who was he kidding? Watching Christov do work that he shouldn't even be doing was amusing beyond words. A very good feeling in his gut told him that he wouldn't have to do work for a very long time. At some point between the time Christov started the paperwork and the time he finished it, Nikolaus went off for a lunch break, kindly not asking the other if he was hungry nor bringing anything back to eat. That man was a traitor he was lucky enough to be alive so if he was going to bitch about missing lunch, his priorites were sadly misplaced. However, Christov was still working diligently and reluctantly on his work so the man managed to spare himself. When the poor bastard finally finished, Nikolaus gave a small snort before grumbling, Took you long enough. A woman would have done the job quicker. He rose to his feet and straightened out the front of his uniform before letting his gaze move back to his pet. So are you coming, or just going to sit around all day?
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

If looks could kill, Nikolaus simply wouldn't be dead a dozen times over. He'd be dead hundreds, thousands, millions of times over. That is, if looks were to kill, but they couldn't. So sad, Christov, so sad. Although his thoughts really weren't that much better, actually. During the entire time that he was working on Nikolaus' work, he came up with vengeful fantasies - each time ending with Nikolaus dead through several various brutal and gruesome tortures. But again, not like those fantasies could come true. And, of course, Nikolaus never bothered to ask Christov if he wanted anything, and was certainly such a kind man that he brought back nothing for the man either. Figures - why bother bringing the man anything when by depriving him of something he needed? Depriving him of such a thing would make him weaker, anyway. Perhaps, in some ways, Christov thought, Nikolaus was a better Nazi than he was - after all, Nikolaus was far more brutal and cruel. And that was a trait that Christov didn't have, but Nikolaus did have. And that was something Hitler valued, of course. Yeah, but I'm not a woman, he mumbled back in response. He gave a tired sigh, and rubbed at his eyes - dark now from having to stare at reports for hours. He glanced up at Nikolaus thank goodness he didn't know how the other man was referring to him in his thoughts, and gave a small growl before standing up as well, and straightened his own uniform. Fine, I'm coming, I'm coming. . .listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

A scoff errupted from Nikolaus' throat at the comment. Well, you're going to have to learn to work like one or else I may have an urge to reveal some secrets, the nazi drawled and the malicious look in his eyes seemed to say it all either way, he was going to win... if Christov decided to retaliate, Nikolaus would have the pleasure of seeing his rival executed via firing squad. On the other hand, if the guy decided to play along, Nikolaus continued to have his own, personal pet. Out of all of his mistakes, he must have done something right to earn this honor. The nazi exited the office, pointedly shutting the door behind rather than spare Christov some courtesy by holding the door open and waiting for the man to pass through. If Christov got so worked up over doing some simple, little paperwork, then the poor bastard had no idea what was in store for him in the future. Nikolaus was ready to push the man to his limit and then some. He exited the building without a word and took swift, long strides to his car before realizing two things Christov didn't know his address and the man may have a car. Abruptly, Nikolaus turned to the other male, features impassive and eyebrows lowered in a stern glare. Do you walk or drive to work?
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Pushy bastard. . .Must not try to do anything. . . Must not try to kill man who held his life over him. . . Wait. Killing him would eliminate that threat,a lthough he doubted he'd get that sort of chance. Christov muttered something incomprehensible underneath his breath as Nikolaus scoffed and told him that he'd better start working like a freaking secretary. Unless, of course, he wanted to be executed publicly. Bastard. Sighing as the door was shut pointedly in his face jerk, could've kept the stupid door open. . . , he opened it once more, and followed the man out to his car. Almost running into him as he stopped and turned suddenly, the Nazi backed away, and stared at him. Wait, what? And why. . .Oh. 'You will come to my home directly after work'. That's right - and after the training academy, Christov had no idea where the hell he lived. I walk. He almost added something snarky about Nikolaus having to chaffeur him to hsi home unless he expected Christov to drive to his house. Now that. . . That would be demoting him to something even lower than a secretary. Besides, he didn't live to far from here - why clog the Autobahn when he could just walk?listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Ahh, that was good. That cleared up the whole caravan ordeal he'd have to go along with if Christov actually drove to work. He had half the mind to poke fun at the fact that the guy didn't have a car of his own but decided not to he'd find better reasons to make fun of the guy later, where it really mattered. There wasn't much he could do on military grounds in order to make Christov regret having ever feeling the slightest bit of disloyalty to the Fuhrer. His head lowered the slightest in a small nod of approval but his expression remained stony and unforgiving. Good, he huffed out, withdrawing a set of keys from his pocket and forcing it into the other's hand. My house is three miles east. Turn right after the communications office and continue four blocks before making a left and mine is the first house on the left. His tone was monotone just like a superior commanding his lower-ranking officer, even though Christov and Nikolaus were of similar rank. With that said, the dark-haired male made his way to the passenger side of the car but rather than opening the door and sitting down, he stood at the side. He made a small gesture of his hands to the door, clearly showing that he was expecting Christov to open it for him.