He felt a rousing prod.
"Jones, do you recall what I had said yesterday?"
Alfred wrenched his tired eyes open and came face-to-face with Ludwig who, propping his head up with his hand, was underneath the sheets with him.
With a start, he suddenly realised that this was not his own prison bed, but rather a grand queen-size bed in the trappings of a practical, yet luxurious expansive room. Noticing the huge bronze eagle carving and the sumptuous German flag, he surmised that this was indeed Ludwigs' private quarters – what was he doing there and why was he stripped naked?
"Let me narrow it down a bit…do you remember when I started masturbating you?"
"Yes of course, why do you ask?" He felt that sickening wave wash over him again.
Ludwig dimmed the bedside lamp to the barest minimum light and slid closer towards him under the heavy sheet. Alfreds' heart rate climbed rapidly and he felt as if his ribs were caught in a vice.
"I told you that I had wanted to fuck you…" he murmured seductively, running his hands over Alfreds' muscular torso and breathing heavier. Alfred was wondering if he could muster enough strength to kick and run away when he suddenly felt another, slimmer body press against his back, barring his escape.
"You did not even notice me, Jonesu-san…" Kiku whispered; his silky voice tickling Alfreds' earlobes and his dainty hand caressing his backside. He deftly tried slipping a finger inside, but Alfred, feeling strong revulsion and anger, swiftly nudged him away with his elbow.
"Don't you dare touch me like that again." He growled, momentarily forgetting where he was and who he was trapped between as the horrible memory of Ludwig molesting him in the cell kept resurfacing.
Kiku said nothing as his hand reached down to Alfreds' calf and pinched hard - right on top of the wound, which caused the American to yell out in sheer agony.
"Don't ever give me orders again, you filthy Gaijin!" He hissed, as his pincer-like grip intensified.
"Oh God, I'm sorry! I'msorry!" He moaned, trying to absolve his earlier rudeness " I swear I'll do anything, just please stop!"
"Tell us why you were in Hiroshima and I might drag you back down to your cell…" Ludwig smirked, though the prisoner couldn't see it in the now-darkness of the room.
"I-I can't! I don't know why myself!" I'll never tell you!
"Then there's nothing you can do, I'm afraid." Ludwig suddenly held Alfred in a head-lock and drew him close to his chiselled torso then rolled onto his back. Alfred could not even hope to wriggle his way out of that Herculean hold, for fear of breaking his own neck. Kiku grabbed the Americans' hip with one hand and slavered his dick in petroleum jelly with the other, then swiftly entered him. Alfred gave a strangled cry and fought back the tears as the Germans' boa-like grip increased around his carotid artery; dangerously close to rendering him unconscious. He eased up when he heard choking noises, as Kiku picked up the pace and began thrusting him harder – Alfred releasing suppressed gasps with every pound.
"You have to try this, Belshmidt-san! He's tighter than I thought he'd be!" Kiku moaned, holding his hips more forcefully and driving himself deeper within.
"You know, I think I will, Honda-san…" Ludwig replied politely, releasing his prisoner from the head-lock and moving down the bed to position himself better. Alfred panicked and tried begging to appeal to Ludwigs' better nature, but he could not persuade the German otherwise.
"You may want to bite down on this, Alfred." He said in all seriousness, stuffing a small corner of the duvet into Alfreds' mouth as Kiku slicked his dick with the same petroleum and helped guide his partner in. The helpless Americans' painful shriek was muffled as the well-endowed German shoved himself in with little ease and thrust in time with Kiku.
"Stop it! It's tearing! I can't take anymore!" Alfred literally cried – the agony far excruciating than any other punishment he had faced; even being shot was not as bad as this. Ludwig shoved the duvet corner back into his mouth to shut him up – the same way an irritated mother may placate her baby with a pacifier.
The hard fucking continued – both men were in perfect sync with each other as they tormented the weak American with their incessant fucking. They began to kiss each other deeply over Alfreds' shoulder, moaning slightly as they did it. The men only paused and parted when an unknown visitor suddenly barged into the room and threw on the lights.
"What is with all this noise, bruder?" Roderich demanded, approaching the bed and ripping off the rest of the sheets to reveal the naked forms of the three men.
Please help me, Dr Edelstein! I can't take anymore! Alfred wished, mentally begging any deity up there that the doctor will put an end to this agony.
"We're breaking in the American." Ludwig said lazily – almost as if he's had to tell Roderich this a few times in the past.
"Are…you both in there at the same time?" he asked in both shock and amazement at how they both fit inside such a small hole – a virginal one at that.
"Well jah, of course we are." Ludwig laughed, decidedly unashamed at his own bruder seeing him naked with his dick inside another man. Kiku however, showed a bit more humility and merely cast his gaze downwards. Out of the corner of his eye, Alfred could see that Roderich was not impressed by any of this – That's it, tell him to stop or something!
"Well, all I can say is that I'm glad that I gave him that enema earlier. Gott only knows what the sheets would have looked like in the morning." And with that, Roderich disinterestedly pulled the sheets back onto the trio and went to leave the room, only pausing to say
"Please do try and keep it down though – I have an early start tomorrow."
Alfreds' heart sank and his stomach felt as if it had been filled with lead as the room was plunged back into darkness and the fucking started once again.
You fucking prick! I'll get you as well, you fucking cunt of a doctor! He thought angrily as the ripping pain tore through him and the bitter tears flowed freely.
In the other room, a worried Elizaveta pretended to be asleep, as her husband climbed back into bed with her. She knew better than to question him about what was going on next door, but was racked with furtive guilt – why didn't I do something sooner? I should have seen it coming! I know what Ludwig's like, yet I did nothing! Another part of her mind chimed in it wasn't your fault! You haven't sat there doing nothing; you've been trying to contact the Allies for days now! It's not because of you that you haven't been able to get a signal!
Roderich suddenly pressed himself against Elizabetas' back, breaking her chain of thought and snaking his hand down to her clitoris. Rubbing hard and biting her neck, he murmured that he couldn't sleep and that as a wife, she should do her duty.
"Of course." She lie on her back and spread her legs – just get it over with you bastard.
Roderich became enraged and slapped her on the thigh
"Gott, don't you put any bloody effort into it? How the fuck is that supposed to turn me on, you frigid bitch?"
Elizabeta apologized and got on her knees to suck him off - he moaned appreciatively as soon as he felt her lips touch his throbbing dick.
"Now that's more like it! Take all of it!" Roderich exclaimed, grabbing her hair and forcing her to deep-throat his entire length. She broke off and starting coughing, then went straight back to sucking – going as deep as she could without retching.
I promise you Alfred, I'm going to find the Allies and I'm going to get you out of this fucking hell-hole!