kinda naughty...
Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2003 8:22 pm
Warnings: naughty...that's all..dorothy with a leather whip... I don't know how to rate these things... mebe i post this in the wrong section...tell me if i did...
QxD
When he awoke to the unmistakeable sound of metal clanging against metal, Quatre dared to veer his eyes a little higher...and was met with a faceful of something yellow. Lethargic, and somewhat lacking in sleep, he allowed his eyes to close.
"Welcome back." someone said in a sing-song voice from another room. His eyes snapped open.
He recalled walking in a busy park with Duo and Trowa. They suddenly disappeared from sight and as he began the search for them, something pounced on him from behind. He sensed nothing save for the muffled voices and rough hands.
And now he was here. But where is Here?
His futile attempts to sit up only strained his back. It seems as if he was hand and footcuffed to a bed.
"Don't even try." said the same voice, this time a little more icy. "You are under my complete and utter power."
Well, he could see that.
He found the source of the voice.
"Dorothy??..." and choked when he saw her state of dress. She stood there, ramrod straight and proud in a leather dress that showed too much skin, and a slender leather whip in her hand. She cracked it for effect.
Quatre paled noticeably, and beads of perspiration began forming on his forehead. His cuffs only jingled when he trembled from fright.
~i m having a bad dream...i am having a bad dream...~ He closed his eyes tightly and opened them. Dorothy was still there, and was taking her time slowly gliding over towards her victim.
He gulped. "What are you going to do with me?" fear evident in his voice.
She laughed. "You're even more fun than I had expected." Sensing his confusion, she continued. "Today, we are going to play a little game, Quatre Raberba Winner."
~A game? What game consisted of being chained to a bed?~
"Clueless I supposed...well, in that case, I am going to have to educate you." She flicked the whip, causing it to fearfully dance in the air.
Quatre looked nervously from the whip and his chains and back at the whip. She only smiled broadly.
"Let me go, Dorothy!" he almost yelled. ~she's a psychopath now...she's gone crazy..I must stop her before she takes over the world and owns everyone~
"What are you doing?" he asked innoncently as she pulled out odd looking objects from a bag.
"These? Oh, toys."
The nonchalent expression chilled him to no end. His face turned red from either embarassment or from apprehension at the possible outcomes of those 'toys'. "I'm sorry for whatever I did," he pleaded.
He knew he had to get out of here, or else ...
"You won't be sorry after this!" promised Dorothy, smiling even more mischievously if that was even possible, causing him to cringe and slink back in fear.
"Ah...what shall we do first?" Answering her own question, she began unbuttoning his shirt while looking him straight in the eye throughout the entire ordeal. She traced a line down his well muscled chest with the tip of her leather tool. As she leaned over him, he noticed the key to his freedom dangling at the end of a necklace just a few inches away from his bound right hand.
"So my slave, how are you feeling?" A blush spread across his face.
The key was within reach now. He lifted his hand a little and grasped it. Just a little more...
"Good. Now I would like you to lift your legs a little bit."
The shy blonde just shut his eyes and loosened his grip on the key. His eyes sprung open when he felt a sensation below his stomach.
"Wha-- what are you doing?"
"Say 'yes master'" Dorothy purred and resumed playing with him.
"To what?"
"To what I just told you to do."
Quatre wanted to cry.
Suddenly, a deep voice resonated from the back of the room. "I didn't know you were into these things."
The mop of hair...the glare-people-to-death eyes...Heero! His savior!!!
"Heero! Get me out of here!" he cried for his dear life.
Quatre was violently awakened and he sprung up from his bed. His bed. The familiar sight of his family portrait greeted him warmly.
"Heero get me out of here?" a calm voice inquired.
"Where is she?!" Quatre gasped, like he has just run a maranthon.
"Where is who?"
He looked around. No whip-wielding Dorothys in sight.
Trowa smiled his subtle smile of his. "You have been asleep for two days. Somebody knocked you out when Duo and I wandered off. Luckily, the two of us realized that you were gone."
Quatre glanced at his hands, half expecting them to be still bound. Duo walked into the room.
"You okay there?" There was a hint of amusment to his voice.
"Yeah...thanks you guys."
Trowa began to laugh (a scary thing, really). Duo's face grew red, and he began to laugh also.
He managed to say between his guffaws, "Pretty exciting dream there, Quat."
~ a little comment would be appreciated.... tell me if anything doesn't sound right cuz i have a habit of using words and phrases i don't know~
thx
QxD
When he awoke to the unmistakeable sound of metal clanging against metal, Quatre dared to veer his eyes a little higher...and was met with a faceful of something yellow. Lethargic, and somewhat lacking in sleep, he allowed his eyes to close.
"Welcome back." someone said in a sing-song voice from another room. His eyes snapped open.
He recalled walking in a busy park with Duo and Trowa. They suddenly disappeared from sight and as he began the search for them, something pounced on him from behind. He sensed nothing save for the muffled voices and rough hands.
And now he was here. But where is Here?
His futile attempts to sit up only strained his back. It seems as if he was hand and footcuffed to a bed.
"Don't even try." said the same voice, this time a little more icy. "You are under my complete and utter power."
Well, he could see that.
He found the source of the voice.
"Dorothy??..." and choked when he saw her state of dress. She stood there, ramrod straight and proud in a leather dress that showed too much skin, and a slender leather whip in her hand. She cracked it for effect.
Quatre paled noticeably, and beads of perspiration began forming on his forehead. His cuffs only jingled when he trembled from fright.
~i m having a bad dream...i am having a bad dream...~ He closed his eyes tightly and opened them. Dorothy was still there, and was taking her time slowly gliding over towards her victim.
He gulped. "What are you going to do with me?" fear evident in his voice.
She laughed. "You're even more fun than I had expected." Sensing his confusion, she continued. "Today, we are going to play a little game, Quatre Raberba Winner."
~A game? What game consisted of being chained to a bed?~
"Clueless I supposed...well, in that case, I am going to have to educate you." She flicked the whip, causing it to fearfully dance in the air.
Quatre looked nervously from the whip and his chains and back at the whip. She only smiled broadly.
"Let me go, Dorothy!" he almost yelled. ~she's a psychopath now...she's gone crazy..I must stop her before she takes over the world and owns everyone~
"What are you doing?" he asked innoncently as she pulled out odd looking objects from a bag.
"These? Oh, toys."
The nonchalent expression chilled him to no end. His face turned red from either embarassment or from apprehension at the possible outcomes of those 'toys'. "I'm sorry for whatever I did," he pleaded.
He knew he had to get out of here, or else ...
"You won't be sorry after this!" promised Dorothy, smiling even more mischievously if that was even possible, causing him to cringe and slink back in fear.
"Ah...what shall we do first?" Answering her own question, she began unbuttoning his shirt while looking him straight in the eye throughout the entire ordeal. She traced a line down his well muscled chest with the tip of her leather tool. As she leaned over him, he noticed the key to his freedom dangling at the end of a necklace just a few inches away from his bound right hand.
"So my slave, how are you feeling?" A blush spread across his face.
The key was within reach now. He lifted his hand a little and grasped it. Just a little more...
"Good. Now I would like you to lift your legs a little bit."
The shy blonde just shut his eyes and loosened his grip on the key. His eyes sprung open when he felt a sensation below his stomach.
"Wha-- what are you doing?"
"Say 'yes master'" Dorothy purred and resumed playing with him.
"To what?"
"To what I just told you to do."
Quatre wanted to cry.
Suddenly, a deep voice resonated from the back of the room. "I didn't know you were into these things."
The mop of hair...the glare-people-to-death eyes...Heero! His savior!!!
"Heero! Get me out of here!" he cried for his dear life.
Quatre was violently awakened and he sprung up from his bed. His bed. The familiar sight of his family portrait greeted him warmly.
"Heero get me out of here?" a calm voice inquired.
"Where is she?!" Quatre gasped, like he has just run a maranthon.
"Where is who?"
He looked around. No whip-wielding Dorothys in sight.
Trowa smiled his subtle smile of his. "You have been asleep for two days. Somebody knocked you out when Duo and I wandered off. Luckily, the two of us realized that you were gone."
Quatre glanced at his hands, half expecting them to be still bound. Duo walked into the room.
"You okay there?" There was a hint of amusment to his voice.
"Yeah...thanks you guys."
Trowa began to laugh (a scary thing, really). Duo's face grew red, and he began to laugh also.
He managed to say between his guffaws, "Pretty exciting dream there, Quat."
~ a little comment would be appreciated.... tell me if anything doesn't sound right cuz i have a habit of using words and phrases i don't know~
thx
