Kira's Secret Revealed - Chapter 5
Light gulped.
L grunted a defiant sound, as the camera showed him from above, kneeling with an embarrassed yet determined look on his face, peering up at Kira
"That's right. I defeated you! Now bow!" When L was not complying instantly, Kira pressed his high-heeled boot onto his neck until the detective was forced facedown to the ground.
"That's a good boy."
Light half-wanted to turn it off, but something about the way Kira said, 'You're beaten, L', really got to him. Stupid as it was, he wanted to keep watching, not just to make fun of it, but to get more of the exciting dry feeling in his mouth... as if those powerful words had been his own.
"Begorra!" L exclaimed.
"No talking! Not unless I ask you a question, prick!" Kira commanded, his voice suddenly harsh and low, compared to what it had been before.
He slapped L in the face.
"AH!" L gasped, then demurred to the powerful being, "Ok."
"Was that a question?" Kira shrieked, slapping L with his gloved hand.
L just stared dumbly.
"That was a question, fuckwit!" Kira shouted at him, slapping his face several more times.
When he was done he stepped back and waited for L to open his eyes. "You've been very naughty, trying to stop my reign of terror. I do believe that I'll have to punish you."
Kira snapped his fingers again and suddenly L was strapped face first to the x-shaped cross that took up most of the opposite wall.
"Seriously, if he can do that, why would he bother with any kind of planning whatsoever?"
"You said that before..." Light said, annoyed.
"Why not just poof L there directly from his stupid little office? Does his poof-power only work in some sort of range that they've not bothered to mention?" nagged L.
"If that's the only thing that upsets you about this film, then I have nothing to add."
"It is clearly not the only thing. I have mentioned several other complaints."
"Oh, I didn't notice," Light said, sarcastically.
"There, now," said Kira. "I can't wait to get you out of those clothes." He sighed, feeling the tweed of L's outfit, then stepping across the room to grab the device from his weapons rack that Light could now identify as a Spanish tickler. Another rack was now clearly visible, which contained a wide assortment of other, stranger looking devices.
Kira laughed as he positioned the spikes under the collar of L's shirt and cape and began to tear downward. The cotton and tweed ripped messily, as several strokes destroyed them.
The actor's back was as toned and lightly muscled as the front view had been. Kira chuckled as he teased with the tips of his claws, causing the muscles to twitch and clench as L whimpered with exaggerated embarrassment, and gasped in unrealistically rendered fear.
Light couldn't look away.
L squirmed on the rack as the rest of his pants were torn away, slowly, leg by leg, revealing his sculpted, round ass. His legs and thighs were firm and slender, deliciously accentuating the lovely protrusion of the well-toned glutes.
"My, what a lovely bottom you have, my dear nemesis," Kira smirked, stroking the yielding flesh, squeezing softly at first, and then hard enough to elicit a gasp.
"What do you want from me, knave?" L shouted angrily.
"Shouldn't that be kind of obvious," L sighed.
Light almost wanted to shush him, he was so taken by the display, almost unwilling to be jolted back to reality.
"I believe that I ordered you not to talk, did I not?"
"Fucking hell, let me go, you barmy twat!"
"I don't think that you've considered how harsh I can be."
Kira reached out his hand and a cat o' nine tails materialized with the same cheap "poof" sound.
"You shouldn't push your luck," he said, in a half-successful attempt to be menacing. "Too late!" He broke into giggling laughter and let the whip smack L's bared back.
Light covered his mouth with his hand again. This looked pretty real, especially if compared to the rest of the film.
L screamed.
Another snap of the whip.
A pained groan from L that actually sounded pretty convincing made Light shudder.
The red streams on his back supported the notion, that the violence was real.
Kira took off one glove and gently touched the injured skin the whiplash had caused, making L cringe.
"If this were real he probably should have warmed the area up first. This actor's taken worse before, judging by the healed marks on his legs," L analyzed, "There probably was a warmup off camera, but they didn't put it in. That's normal."
"How much do you know about this sort of movie?" Light asked blankly.
"I told you that I was into some strange things as a teenager, didn't I?"
"No," Light growled.
"Oh right, you weren't there," L said, smiling and biting his thumb for some reason, like he had a great secret.
"You sure are into some strange things now." Light concluded.
"Does it hurt?" asked Kira tauntingly.
"Yes," L weakly replied.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes."
Kira cracked the whip again.
"Then beg for it!"
"No."
"I said beg for it, whore!"
"No!"
In a swift movement, Kira reached out to wrap the whip around L's exposed throat with a choking grasp.
"Then see how you like this!" he hissed, violently pulling at the whip, leaving L gasping for air. "Well?"
L retched and panted when Kira finally let go of his throat, only to uncoil the whip and strike him again.
"Plea..se. Sto..." L stammered.
"I fear I didn't quite understand you."
The whip snapped again, leaving even more severe marks on the detective's body.