Other Fan Fiction ❯ Chained Freedom ❯ ImPrIsOnEd ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: XxNiGhTxX 
Kuja has him trapped tied down in chains what could this mean?
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.09.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 219 | Status: Completed
Kuja has him trapped tied down in chains what could this mean?
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.09.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 219 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy nor Dissindia story line or character's belong to me. Any-who enjoy.
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Chapter 4. ImPrIsOnEd.
This day has been too tiring! Why couldn't Kuja just leave me alone and screw off? I'm tired of him always chasing after us plotting things on the poor princess Garnet and even Vivi. Why can't you just leave us alone! Kuja how I hate you! Kuja I absolutely detest your living guts and this time, I will kill you for hurting Bartz and Squall. I won't show you mercy Kuja. I will watch you carefully, wait patiently and BAM! I'm gonna stab you and twist my long sharp dagger in you, Oh am I gonna love the feeling, I will receive when I do it.
Zidane groans a little feeling a breeze of air hitting against his body making him tremble, My head, I feel so weak so weak and groggy, what exactly happened? I can't vaguely remember anything... Zidane forces his eyes open but he slightly flinches from the bright light that stings, piercing his eyes and making him shut them back up, he let out a groan of pain as he rubbed his head. He raises his body up a little and felt pressure against his neck."W-What?"he stammered.
Slowly raising his hands to his neck, he jerked his eyes open staring at the hard cold metal that surrounded his neck clinging onto him he trembles feeling the cold wind against his semi naked body. Zidane noticed his wrist were in shackles, also that the chains were long and connected to his neck, and he angrily stared at his body. He had been dressed in such a revealing manner that it infuriated Zidane, angrily clenching onto the neck brace, he grabbed a blanket covering himself with a sheet that was soft and smooth. Silk?....What the fuck is going on?...where am I?!
He searched the room, looking around. He was in a large bedroom and on a bed, obviously. He lifted one hand, grabbing the chain tracing it with his hands as he looked to see where it was connected to. Found it... He let out a frown staring at the locked up chain that was tightly shut. It needed a key. He angrily felt annoyed and frustrated. What the hell! What is all this?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON! Zidane began walking to see how long the chain was, a tug being felt only a few feet from the bed, and he angrily frowned.
"What's wrong Slave? You look upset." Kuja says as he walked into view, smiling at the frantic Zidane with his purple eyes flaring.
"KUJA! What do you mean?! What's wrong!? Is this some sick joke?! I'm not your slave! Why am I tied up like a Fucking dog! Undo this and fight me fair!" he yelled angrily baring his fangs at Kuja rage stirring in his chest as he walked toward Kuja but was yanked back by the chain reminding him how far he was able to go, the blanket began sliding off. "FIGHT ME NOW!" he glared.
Kuja dismissed Zidane's inflamed expression, instead he let his purple eyes trail lower, admiring Zidane's curves and features, slowly going lower and lower. Kuja couldn't help but bite his lower lip at this feeling, absolutely heated by all this. His own finger trailing it across his lip his gaze growing hungrier at each passing second that he stared at the defiant smaller blonde.
Zidane looks at Kuja's eyes and quickly bends down grabbing the blanket and shielding himself from Kuja's eye's. "YOUR FUCKING SI-" out of nowhere he was stricken painfully across the face, making him sway back a little as his sight grew faint, groaning a little.
Kuja looked at Zidane displeased. "Don't speak that way to your Master, Next time you talk to me that way I won't feed you, I'll reward your rudeness with lashes! I will. Don't think I wont." he threatened as he pulled the chain upward to look at Zidane.
Zidane adjusted his eyes looking at Kuja dazed and smirked "FUCK YOU! YOUR NOT MY MASTER! YOUR NOTHING TO ME!!" he choked through the yank that was tugged upward at the silver haired male staring at him hatefully.
Kuja smirked at the blonde "Very well looks like were going to have to educate you a little better right? My defiant slave."
"FUCK OFF!" he snarled, angrily trying to break from his grip. Who does he think he is!?
Kuja eyes grew cold and he moved his lips, forcing himself onto Zidane's and kissing him violently, Zidane struggling to pull away by moving his head, but the silver-haired male clung to him tightly. He forced Zidane's mouth to open carefully. Slipping his tongue in a little, but being cautious of not getting bitten.
Zidane made an attempt to bite him when his eye's widened feeling something enter his mouth. It felt disgusting, thick slimy jello like, it tasted strong and putrid. He gasped as he felt it roll down his throat making a sickening face, Zidane's eyes widened, tears emerging from his eyes. Whatever it was trespassing in his throat was huge and squishy and wiggled down forcefully further and further in. What is this? It's disgusting...
Kuja moved away and released his grasp from the chain moving back to watch what he had caused .
Zidane dropped to the ground on his knees when Kuja let go of him, Kuja seemed the only thing that had been allowing him to stand, as his legs seemed to have failed him, forcing him onto the ground. Zidane gasped and coughed, feeling it wiggle in his throat. He tried to force it out, feeling the urge to vomit, and soon the weird object that entered his mouth had finally made its way down his aching throat. Zidane coughed trying to vomit; but nothing came out but saliva which began trailing down onto the side of his lip.
Kuja laughed a little as he crouched down to Zidane with blissfully excited eyes.
Zidane felt sick. He gasped, feeling unable to stand. He wanted to strike Kuja as he felt his tears trail down his cheeks sniffling, it was horrible, the feeling was horrible. His whole body dropped to the ground with a hard thud, urgently lifting his head to glare at Kuja "W-What d-did you do? You prick.." he breathed heavily gripping on his queasy stomach that irked him. That was disgusting. What did he do to me?... I feel extremely nauseuos. The urge to puke my brains out..
Kuja pulled his chin up, gripping it firmly. "You need to rest up Slave. We'll have more time to fool around later, I have things to do right at the moment." Kuja let go of Zidane's chin jerking it to the side before letting go, He then lifted Zidane, Zidane attempted to kick him off but it proved to be useless against the other. Kuja layed Zidane on the bed, planting a kiss on his forehead.
Zidane lifted his hand, shakingly wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He made an effort to say something but mumbles just came out he began to feel drowsy and tired. His eyes failed him as he slept with a frown on his face. Kuja...I'm going..to kill...y..
"Goodnight slave." Kuja chuckled as he left the room and shut off the lights.
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o.O whoa Ok. I'm making no sense anyways that Kuja heh. I'm sorry Zidane bear with me for now. You guys ain't seen nothing yet... Well, please review. Also thanks for the reviews and Thanks again Shinnimus
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Chapter 4. ImPrIsOnEd.
This day has been too tiring! Why couldn't Kuja just leave me alone and screw off? I'm tired of him always chasing after us plotting things on the poor princess Garnet and even Vivi. Why can't you just leave us alone! Kuja how I hate you! Kuja I absolutely detest your living guts and this time, I will kill you for hurting Bartz and Squall. I won't show you mercy Kuja. I will watch you carefully, wait patiently and BAM! I'm gonna stab you and twist my long sharp dagger in you, Oh am I gonna love the feeling, I will receive when I do it.
Zidane groans a little feeling a breeze of air hitting against his body making him tremble, My head, I feel so weak so weak and groggy, what exactly happened? I can't vaguely remember anything... Zidane forces his eyes open but he slightly flinches from the bright light that stings, piercing his eyes and making him shut them back up, he let out a groan of pain as he rubbed his head. He raises his body up a little and felt pressure against his neck."W-What?"he stammered.
Slowly raising his hands to his neck, he jerked his eyes open staring at the hard cold metal that surrounded his neck clinging onto him he trembles feeling the cold wind against his semi naked body. Zidane noticed his wrist were in shackles, also that the chains were long and connected to his neck, and he angrily stared at his body. He had been dressed in such a revealing manner that it infuriated Zidane, angrily clenching onto the neck brace, he grabbed a blanket covering himself with a sheet that was soft and smooth. Silk?....What the fuck is going on?...where am I?!
He searched the room, looking around. He was in a large bedroom and on a bed, obviously. He lifted one hand, grabbing the chain tracing it with his hands as he looked to see where it was connected to. Found it... He let out a frown staring at the locked up chain that was tightly shut. It needed a key. He angrily felt annoyed and frustrated. What the hell! What is all this?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON! Zidane began walking to see how long the chain was, a tug being felt only a few feet from the bed, and he angrily frowned.
"What's wrong Slave? You look upset." Kuja says as he walked into view, smiling at the frantic Zidane with his purple eyes flaring.
"KUJA! What do you mean?! What's wrong!? Is this some sick joke?! I'm not your slave! Why am I tied up like a Fucking dog! Undo this and fight me fair!" he yelled angrily baring his fangs at Kuja rage stirring in his chest as he walked toward Kuja but was yanked back by the chain reminding him how far he was able to go, the blanket began sliding off. "FIGHT ME NOW!" he glared.
Kuja dismissed Zidane's inflamed expression, instead he let his purple eyes trail lower, admiring Zidane's curves and features, slowly going lower and lower. Kuja couldn't help but bite his lower lip at this feeling, absolutely heated by all this. His own finger trailing it across his lip his gaze growing hungrier at each passing second that he stared at the defiant smaller blonde.
Zidane looks at Kuja's eyes and quickly bends down grabbing the blanket and shielding himself from Kuja's eye's. "YOUR FUCKING SI-" out of nowhere he was stricken painfully across the face, making him sway back a little as his sight grew faint, groaning a little.
Kuja looked at Zidane displeased. "Don't speak that way to your Master, Next time you talk to me that way I won't feed you, I'll reward your rudeness with lashes! I will. Don't think I wont." he threatened as he pulled the chain upward to look at Zidane.
Zidane adjusted his eyes looking at Kuja dazed and smirked "FUCK YOU! YOUR NOT MY MASTER! YOUR NOTHING TO ME!!" he choked through the yank that was tugged upward at the silver haired male staring at him hatefully.
Kuja smirked at the blonde "Very well looks like were going to have to educate you a little better right? My defiant slave."
"FUCK OFF!" he snarled, angrily trying to break from his grip. Who does he think he is!?
Kuja eyes grew cold and he moved his lips, forcing himself onto Zidane's and kissing him violently, Zidane struggling to pull away by moving his head, but the silver-haired male clung to him tightly. He forced Zidane's mouth to open carefully. Slipping his tongue in a little, but being cautious of not getting bitten.
Zidane made an attempt to bite him when his eye's widened feeling something enter his mouth. It felt disgusting, thick slimy jello like, it tasted strong and putrid. He gasped as he felt it roll down his throat making a sickening face, Zidane's eyes widened, tears emerging from his eyes. Whatever it was trespassing in his throat was huge and squishy and wiggled down forcefully further and further in. What is this? It's disgusting...
Kuja moved away and released his grasp from the chain moving back to watch what he had caused .
Zidane dropped to the ground on his knees when Kuja let go of him, Kuja seemed the only thing that had been allowing him to stand, as his legs seemed to have failed him, forcing him onto the ground. Zidane gasped and coughed, feeling it wiggle in his throat. He tried to force it out, feeling the urge to vomit, and soon the weird object that entered his mouth had finally made its way down his aching throat. Zidane coughed trying to vomit; but nothing came out but saliva which began trailing down onto the side of his lip.
Kuja laughed a little as he crouched down to Zidane with blissfully excited eyes.
Zidane felt sick. He gasped, feeling unable to stand. He wanted to strike Kuja as he felt his tears trail down his cheeks sniffling, it was horrible, the feeling was horrible. His whole body dropped to the ground with a hard thud, urgently lifting his head to glare at Kuja "W-What d-did you do? You prick.." he breathed heavily gripping on his queasy stomach that irked him. That was disgusting. What did he do to me?... I feel extremely nauseuos. The urge to puke my brains out..
Kuja pulled his chin up, gripping it firmly. "You need to rest up Slave. We'll have more time to fool around later, I have things to do right at the moment." Kuja let go of Zidane's chin jerking it to the side before letting go, He then lifted Zidane, Zidane attempted to kick him off but it proved to be useless against the other. Kuja layed Zidane on the bed, planting a kiss on his forehead.
Zidane lifted his hand, shakingly wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He made an effort to say something but mumbles just came out he began to feel drowsy and tired. His eyes failed him as he slept with a frown on his face. Kuja...I'm going..to kill...y..
"Goodnight slave." Kuja chuckled as he left the room and shut off the lights.
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o.O whoa Ok. I'm making no sense anyways that Kuja heh. I'm sorry Zidane bear with me for now. You guys ain't seen nothing yet... Well, please review. Also thanks for the reviews and Thanks again Shinnimus