I hope you have been enjoying the story so far! It has been rather fun for me to write, since I've never wrote smut before. Be warned, this chapter contains more rape. Don't read if you're easily offended.
Finland lay naked in a foetal position on the cold floor, loosely tugging at his collar. He thought of nothing, and stared straight into the darkness. His ass still hurt, and he felt humiliated. He didn't even know how long he had been down there; after Russia left, Finland cried himself to sleep. It must have been at least 10 hours ago, he thought to himself.
He was startled by the sound of the basement door opening. Finland sat up and squinted to see who was walking down the stairs. "Hello, Finland," said a timid Estonia. Estonia walked towards and sat down next to Finland, gently placing the tray he was carrying onto the floor. Then, he proceeded to tightly hug his friend, even though Finland was naked. Finland said nothing. "I'm so sorry," Estonia said sadly, "that this happened to you," then Estonia noticed the collar Finland was wearing it had the word 'Tino' on a small round metal disc hanging from the front, "Wha-what did Russia do to you?!" He exclaimed. Finland still said nothing. "It has your human name," continued Estonia, "that means he-" But Estonia ended, mid-sentence. Finland covered his crotch. Estonia suddenly looked embarrassed, "Ahh, sorry. I know you're naked, but well, I still haven't seen you for so long, and you you need some comfort, after what Russia did." Finland still didn't say anything, prompting Estonia to stair into his friend's sad and tired eyes. "Hmm," said Finland, quietly. Estonia leant over and hugged him again, squeezing his arms around Finland's upper back, Finland leant towards Estonia, rested his head on his shoulder, he felt tears reaching his eyes. Finland tried unsuccessfully to hold them back, and ended up coughing and snorting until the pressure was too great: his face was once again soaking with tears. They dripped onto Estonia's shoulder, but he didn't seem to mind.
Estonia eventually leaned back and put the tray he was carrying in between him and Finland, "Russia finally let me bring you some food", he said. Finland looked down at the tray that consisted of four pieced of bread and a large glass of water. That was when Finland realised how hungry he was, when did I last eat? He thought. Finland stared at Estonia's apologetic face, "Thank you. Thank you so much," he said, and smiled slightly. Finland picked up the glass of water, and drunk it all in just a few seconds. Then he grabbed a piece of bread, and stuffed it in his face, then grabbed all the other pieces, and quickly ate those. When he had finished chewing the bread and swallowed it, he looked up and saw Estonia staring at him again. "You really were hungry," said Estonia.
There was a pause before either of them said anything, Finland finally spoke, "sorry. You probably weren't expecting me to be naked." Estonia scratched the back of his neck while he slowly said, "I gathered that you would be. But even if Russia told me you were, I would still have brought you food. I'm sorry it's not much; it's all he let me bring you." Finland replied with a simple, "Hmm," but progressed on to say, "can we hug again? Please?" Estonia leant over once again to tightly hug his best friend. That's when Finland noticed he was getting an erection from it. Of course, it is Estonia, of course. I've always found him sexy. And I am naked... Estonia noticed straight away that Finland's cock was becoming hard. "Sorry," blushed Finland, "I really just..." Estonia leant back and sighed, "I know you can't help it: you can't help who you are attracted to." Finland said nothing again.
The door opened again, and at the top, stood Russia. "Estonia, go and help Lithuania with the washing up. Now." Estonia looked at Finland empatheticly, picked up the tray and left without saying a word. Russia watched him go, turned around, locked the door, then walked ominously down the stairs towards his pet. Finland backed against the wall, and realised there was nowhere for him to run. Russia walked and stood, towering over little Finland. Neither of them said or did anything for a few seconds, until Russia grabbed him in the jaw, forcing Finland off his feet, and held him against the wall. Finland couldn't reach the floor from where he was being held by Russia.
Russia was wearing a plain white T-shirt, allowing me to see those huge biceps he used to pick me up off the floor. I also noticed the leather paddle he was carrying. I felt scared out of my mind, not knowing (although I could make an educated guess) what this sadist was about to do to me.
"You've been a naughty boy, haven't you." Russia said sweetly, as a statement not a question, "you've let your pants down, and now you've gotten hard over Estonia." Finland noticed he still had an erection that he couldn't do anything about. "Well," said Russia in that usual sinister yet sweet voice, "you need to be punished." Russia took the chain off Finland's wrist and attached it to his collar, carried him to the stairs and sat down, resting Finland on his lap, legs over the side: the perfect position for spanking. He reached for a red ball gag, and put it over Finland's face, the rubber red ball completely covering his mouth. Then spanked the boy over and over again, as hard as he could. Finland screamed out in pain and for Russia to stop, but any noise that came out of his mouth became muffled by the ball gag. After ten times, Russia stopped. "Those cheeks are pinker than a cherry. Your little hole is no longer innocent, is it." Russia spat on Finland's ass, and the saliva trickled into the crack. "Now," said Russia quietly, "repeat after me: I've been a naughty boy."
"I've been a naughty boy," Finland repeated through the ball gag. After Finland's response, Russia whacked him with the paddle, not just on his ass, but on his back too, leaving marks of it up and down his body. "Say it like you mean it!" Russia shouted, "while I'm hurting you," he said, sounding more calm again. "I've," Finland started, but was interrupted by Russia who had started the spanking again. "I've been a naughty boy," Finland said, trying to sound confident while muffled by the ball gag, while Russia was continuously punishing him. Russia inspected Finland's abused butt, spat on it again and began to lick and kiss it. Finland moaned while Russia was doing it, not in pleasure, but in pain and emotional distress.
Russia pushed Finland's limp body off his lap and onto the floor. He stood up and pulled off his own clothes. "Please, not again," protested Finland, shaking his head as picked him up again, "you know what happens when you fight back, so don't do it," said Russia. Finland did as he was told and let relaxed his body. "Doggy-style," Russia ordered, and Finland reluctantly went on his hands and knees while Russia pulled out a red, plastic dildo from one of the many boxes the cellar had. Finland wanted to back away when he saw it, but realised there was no point. Russia removed the ball gag and said, "it's nine inches, I'm sure your little body can't handle it." He pushed it into Finland's mouth, and Finland gagged instantly, coughing at it, so Russia pushed harder. "It won't fit, so you try and keep it in," Russia suggested at Finland. Finland hated the fact that he had to co-operate with Russia, and fill out his sick fantasies. He knew that Russia would make him regret it if he ever fought back.
With one hand trying to push the dildo into his mouth, he was again startled by Russia's hard dick rushing inside him. Finland's arms collapsed and his upper body fell to the floor, but Russia leant over his back to stop the dildo from slipping out of Finland's mouth. His fingers cupped the end of it, and he rammed it back into Finland's small mouth. "Does it hurt yet? Say yes if it does," whispered Russia sensually. Finland nodded, "yes it does," he tried to say as he choked on the dildo. "Good," Replied Russia, who pounded Finland's little hole again and again, quickly thrusting his long, meaty cock inside, then out again. But he would always make sure Finland kept the dildo in his mouth, pulling it out, then pushing it back in all the way again.
I felt degraded: like I was a lower life then him. I was convinced that I was. It just added to the horrible feeling of being torn apart by a sadist.
Russia slapped Finland's butt cheeks and lower back, then grabbed Finland's dick. Finland's face grew sadder as he did so. As Russia fondled his crotch, Finland moaned through the dildo that was still in him. Russia finally took his penis out of Finland's ass and let his penis go, he walked around and took the dildo out of Finland's mouth. Finland breathed through his mouth again, coughing slightly. "Get onto your knees with your mouth wide open," Russia ordered, and Finland got onto his knees. Russia noticed Finland was crying again, and wiped one of the tears from his cheek. He then stood in front of Finland, tapped his cock in his face a few times, and began to jerk himself off in front of Finland's face until he came.
Finland felt the warm and sticky liquid fall on his face, shoulders, upper body, and in his mouth. As some fell on his tongue, he tasted it, and as he did so, he broke down in tears. He lay on the floor on his back, arms and legs spread out. Then Russia did something Finland was not expecting: Russia to do: Russia lay on top of Finland and kissed him passionately. Russia pulled his mouth away and said softly, "you look so beautiful when you're in pain." Finland opened his eyes wide and squirmed, trying to get away from Russia, even though he knew it was pointless. Russia grabbed Finland by the shoulders to stop him from moving, and licked his face, even though it was still covered in half-dried semen. "What would your beloved Estonia say if he saw you like this?" Said Russia, sounding sinister again, "go up and see him." Finland acknowledged what Russia had said, but didn't react. So Russia slapped him on the ass to get a reaction. Then Finland began to tremble, "no," he said quietly, not quite whispering. Russia hit him in the face with the paddle. "Do it," he demanded, and undid the chain from Finland's collar.
Finland walked up the stairs. Russia, fully clothed again, walked behind. When he reached the door, Russia told him, "open it, Estonia should be having tea." So Finland opened it, peered out and looked around. He saw a corridor with a wide room at the end; daylight shone through the windows. "Walk forward," said Russia. Finland reached the end and saw a room with a piano, chairs, and a fireplace without a fire, only embers. He walked into the room to the left, and in it was a kitchen and a large, wooden table. At it, sat Estonia with a cup of tea, which he dropped the moment he saw his naked friend at the door. The cup broke into three pieces when it hit the floor, and it's hot contents spilled onto the floor.
"Fi-Finland," gasped Estonia, seeing his face covered in slap marks and tears, hair, cheeks and upper body drenched with cum. "Now turn around, so he can see your back," Russia ordered. So Finland turned around, revealing his back of paddle marks, and two red butt cheeks. "Now pull them apart to show Estonia how much your little hole is stretched." Finland once again mindlessly followed his master's orders, and pulled his butt cheeks apart to show Estonia his stretched hole. "Stop it!" Demanded Estonia, "Russia! You can't do this." Finland turned around when Estonia started talking, and felt happy that he still cared for him. "Oh, but I can," said Russia, putting his arm around Finland's wide hips, "his body really is irresistible." And so Russia began fondling Finland's cock before giving him a handjob right in front of Estonia. The look on Finland's face said to Estonia, help me.
Estonia stood in the kitchen, horrified at what he had seen. It wasn't long before Finland's cum splattered onto the tiled floor next to the tea. "I Finland should clean his cum up, go on: lick it up." Finland was hesitant, "well, I..." he said. But Russia showed him who was boss again with a swift and hard punch in the ribcage. Finland went down on his hands and knees, and licked his own cum off the floor. It's not that I disliked the taste of my own cum. I just felt humiliated with Russia acting as some sort of slave master to me, and my best friend; helpless, and forced to watch.