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This
licentious fic
is dedicated to the lovely ladies of the Harem House RPG, who quite
thoroughly
corrupted me during my 7-month absence from fic writing. ^^;;; . I got
a snippet of an idea from an eye opening little event called ‘Knots
Night.’

DISCLAIMER:
Kyoko Tsuchiya
and
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rights
of Weiß kreuz. All these characters and materials are used
without permission, and I'm not profiting from this piece of fan
fiction.

Icebreaker (A
'Harem House RPG:
Knots
Night' Inspired Fic)

By firewolf

Commented on
by Wiggle

March 2002

@>;-'-
I have to hand it to the
Chibi for coming up with a way to break the
ice with our new team-mate. And in this case I do literally mean ice.
He
never even told us his real name. In fact I inadvertently named him
when
I teasingly asked and suggested this name I'd heard him mumbling
earlier.
*sigh* So now he answers to a girl's name. Aya.

It'd been weeks since Aya
joined our merry little gig and he still
hadn't
thawed out yet. Sheesh! The way he kept to himself all the time, you'd
think we have cooties or something. He just refused to warm up to us.
But
to be fair about it, it wasn't entirely his fault either.

He's a good worker.
Honestly knows more about the florist trade than
Omi. It turns out he's even very well versed in Ikebana, so the Koneko
has really benefited a lot since we've started to get more
corporate
clients now. We can't deny that he's good on the job either. He's
deadly
with his Katana. Reliable, efficient... We have no problem putting our
lives in his hands. We trust him. It's just that at times it's like
dealing
with an ice cube when we talk to him. What we needed was a serious
icebreaker.

Then the Chibi came up
with a plan to remove the stick up his ass
and
replace it with something-- or rather someone(s) who'd appreciate that
tight clasp more. I will never underestimate Omi again.

It can be pretty scary to
realise the sheer amount of information
Kritiker
collects on us once we become an agent; scarier to know that anyone
with
the proper clearance can access this information. Guess what Bombay
found
out about our ice princess?

It's a no wonder the poor
guy's so grouchy all the time. I would be
too if I had to leave my long time lovers because of a reassignment.
But
what was more interesting to learn was the nature of the relationship
he
had just left. Who'd have imagined that there would be something so hot
bubbling under the ice-cold surface? With his red hair I had thought
that
he could be a wild one, but I would never have guessed he was quite
this
wild. The very idea that our new colleague was seriously into S&M
was
enough to make us *very* interested in getting him to warm up to us.

Being the least
threatening of us three, we let the Chibi give him
the
invitation. I have to say that we witnessed more emotion from him in
that
moment than at any time since our acquaintance. Who'd have guessed he'd
have such a pretty blush?

Planning for that little
get together was just plain fun. It's
really
mind boggling how easy it is to make the man blush. I lost count of the
number of 'glares of death' he'd given us for showing him innocuous
looking
sex toys like the clips and beads in front of our customers. Ken and I
have also come to appreciate dear, sweet(?) Omi's wicked streak. We
know
about ball gags, but we have no idea where he found that tube thing.
The
ice princess blushed redder than his hair to see it. Watching Aya
finger
that gag so reverently got all of us hot enough to jump him. But there
in lay a trial for us.

The playful little kitten
made it known in no uncertain terms that
if
we wanted him, we'd have to capture and subdue him first. I can say
that
was a real challenge, but a challenge that we were more than up to the
task for. Oh, we knew how to play the game too and draw out the
anticipation.
Let him 'escape' us a couple of times just to keep the chase
interesting.
When we were finally ready to take him down? I am proud to say he
didn't
know what hit him.

We caught him totally off
guard at the end of one of our missions.
We
all looked tired, but he didn't know we were faking it. The pure
expectancy
that filled us about what we were planning to end the night with spiked
us with enough adrenalin to fill us with energy we wouldn't have found
otherwise. We nailed him in the alley outside the Koneko just before he
reached the door. I wrapped him tight in my wires while Omi and Ken got
the gag in his mouth and the blindfold on before he could even squeak
in
surprise.

We could practically feel
the guy radiating his excitement as Ken
and
I carried him down to the mission room. He squirmed in our grip enough
to let us know that he was up for a rough session ahead, but not enough
to give us any serious trouble. He didn't make it easy for us to get
him
undressed and into the restraints we prepared for the night, but the
effort
of the struggle made it all worthwhile. From the way he arched into our
groping hands, we could tell he was enjoying the tussle too.

It's a tricky thing to
keep S&M games safe when you're using a
gag.
Aya would have been just as happy doing without safewords, but we
wouldn't
let him. The pressure alarm was the only concession he'd finally give
us.
We were firm on the understanding that when he released it and the
alarm
went off, it would be as effective as a safeword and the game would
stop.
He made sure he had a good grip on that alarm as soon as we pressed it
into his palm.

For all the struggling
and effort we had put up with to prepare him,
we had our revenge later by taking our time. Our silence made him
fidget
in anticipation while we sat quietly, or occasionally walked around him
to admire his appearance. Oh, it was *nice* to watch him writhe in the
leather harness we had strung up in the middle of the room while we
took
a breather. It's a sight to immortalize on film for sure, and we did
put
up a couple of video cameras for that purpose. We erected just enough
lights
in the room to make Aya's pale skin seem almost luminescent in contrast
to the black leather straps. He looked down right fuckable blind folded
and tube gagged; Suspended face up at an oh-so-convenient-height-to-us
in the middle of the room; his arms secured behind him in custom built
wrist to elbow cuffs; and with black leather straps buckled tight
around
knees and ankles holding his legs invitingly open for our inspection.

Omi was the first to
interrupt the silence by introducing Aya to the
menu for the evening. I have to admit that I was damn proud of the
Chibi.
Ken and I were left wide-eyed and staring at him for all the filth that
poured out of that sweet mouth of his. We could have come to his lurid
descriptions of what we were going to do to our helpless little sex
kitten.
Aya was certainly showing his appreciation of the plans. Untouched by
any
of us, his cock was engorging and oozing pre-come to Omi's words alone.
By the time Omi was through telling Aya what to expect, Aya's whole
body
was flushed and he was moaning before we even began on him. We in turn
were covered by a thin sheen of sweat in anticipation of the evening as
we started our approach with our instruments and tools of sexual
torture
in hand.

Omi decided for us to
begin with the cock ring, nipple clamps, clips
and beads before we went on to the whips and the various battery
powered
dildos. Ken and I were wondering though, if Aya would be able to last
long
enough for our turn to get into the action. He'd assured us before that
he had great staying power. Well-- we hoped he could live up to his
word.

@>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~
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So hot... Kami-sama, I
couldn't believe we thought he was made of
ice...
Aya was incredible... He amazed us with his will power in not coming
despite
our best efforts. I mean *he* was sexually teased and tormented, yet we
were the ones who lost it at one time or another to splatter our first
load over him. Of course we rationalised that the cock ring helped him
to delay his orgasm, but still! There he was, that unwieldy red and
purple
veined tower engorged with blood and dripping pre-come over his red
pubes
like a leaky fountain... You'd have thought he was ready to come at a
light
touch, but he held it.

We had briefly stopped to
take a break and admire our handy work.
The
thought was that a breather would help us get ourselves under control
again.
But Kami-sama... just listening to his uninhibited moans and whines of
pleasure and agony alone were enough to give us butterflies in our
stomach.
And the sight of him... Suspended in the middle of our mission room
with
weights hanging over either side of his chest attached by the nipple
clamps,
the flesh straining loads swinging slightly with each involuntary jerk
of his hips; Rows of clips lining his arms, body, and the inside of his
thighs ready for us to yank them off him; Every other exposed part of
his
otherwise creamy white flesh crisscrossed with red welts burning for
our
attention, and sprinkled with the pearly drops of our first orgasms;
His
buttocks a sweet, rosy red from pitiless spanking. And the crowning
glory
of this shameless spectacle... the hot pink, ribbed and wickedly
rippled
dildo, stretching him to his limits and furiously buzzing in his
deliciously
clenching ass hole.

Our fiendishly
constructed ensemble had Aya shivering and twitching
in a paroxysm of agony and ecstasy. He looked so hot it had Omi and Ken
scrambling to grab the cameras off the tripods to get a closer shot of
this sinful depravity. Those two were panting so heavily as they walked
around Aya, it's a good thing we invested in camcorders with top of the
line smooth video features to calm the effects of camera shake. I could
see us replaying this recording in a repeating loop later on just to
savour
the lustful wantonness of our prey.

Aya's mewling had raised
a pitch when he came to through the haze of
pleasure to realise we had stopped to appreciate his erotic writhing.
He
knew we had the power to leave him hanging on the edge, unable to do
anything
to relieve himself if we so decreed it. It took an effort for us not to
respond to his impassioned groans and whimpers of need, but we
resolutely
stood our ground. He just looked too good to touch and we wanted a
*long*
recording of him helplessly shuddering and twisting in the leather
harness.

The way we tied Aya
restricted most of his movement, but he quite
quickly
reminded us that he was an old hand at this game. How he did it, I
couldn't
say, but he started to roll his hips at us more erotically, drawing all
our attention to his deliciously clenching muscles and the feverishly
buzzing
dildo. I couldn't wait any longer. Aya still had a good grip on the
pressure
alarm, but I wanted a piece of him and I had doubts that he'd be able
to
last very much longer under the sensory overload.

Without waiting for Omi
and Ken to settle the camcorders on the
tripods
again, I made a grab for the dildo to yanked it out and throw it aside
before I stabbed in straight to the hilt. I probably did that a bit too
fast for his comfort, but Kami-sama-- that first forceful clasp of his
sweet ass made me blank out everything else. I thought I'd faint from
pure
pleasure. My fingers had squeezed convulsively over Aya's hips with
that
tight clenching heat, and I presented him with his first set of hand
print
bruises for the night.

Omi and Ken weren't all
that far behind me, with Omi sucking Aya
down
to the root while Ken slid himself into that so convenient tube gag to
feed Aya his first taste of delicious cock meat. Kami-sama... fucking
that
too perfect tight ass while watching the Chibi feast on that cock
ring-restrained
tower as Aya deep-throated Ken... I came too soon. Omi was watching me
though and he milked the moment for all it was worth by jerking a
handful
of pins off Aya's thigh the second I started shooting my load into him.
I thought my heart would stop with that crushing clench. Omi sucked
down
every drop of his well-earned prize.

The Chibi was kind enough
to share a bit of the treasure with Ken
before
moving to take his place at Aya's head. I was left to my own devices to
wipe my still semi erect but spent member on Aya's quivering thighs
before
I bent to get my own first taste of his slightly deflated rod. Ken
wasted
no time replacing me and digging in his fingers to add to the flowering
bruises on Aya's hips. I would swear the loud, wet slap of him slamming
Aya down on his prick echoed in the room.

It was gratifying for me
to see that Ken didn't last any longer than
I did. Omi was quick to push Ken aside for his turn at Aya's ass. And--
Kami-sama, I was momentarily distracted as I watched Ken's flaccid cock
slip out of Aya's tight clenching heat before Omi's rigid pole stabbed
into its place. It took the solid smack of Omi's hips banging against
Aya's
buttocks to rouse me into hastily shaking myself out of my stupor and
take
my turn with Aya's talented tongue before Ken jumped in and took my
place.

It was the zenith of the
night for us. Having Aya helplessly rocking
in the restraints to the tune of our brutal fucking; Feeling his moans
and muffled gasps humming around our thrusting poles as we yanked the
rest
of the clips off him; Gushing our spunk pass that talented tongue into
his warm, wet cavern of a mouth; Listening to the frenzied slap of our
hips against his well-spanked buttocks as we impaled that sweet
clasping
ass with our rock hard cocks. Kami-sama, just feeling that tight
pulsating
clench of muscles on our demanding lengths alone... Aya was so hot.

We forgot all about
torturous teasing Aya or attempting to get him
off
again. There was no more talking even. We had no idea when our
three-pronged
assault would finally wear him down enough to let go of that pressure
alarm,
and Kami-sama-- we were frantically ravaging our helpless little sex
toy
in our endeavour to not to waste a single moment. As long as Aya held
that
alarm, he had ceased to be a person to us. We were only selfishly
concerned
with racing for our own climax through the merciless abuse of that
defenceless
piece of succulent, sexual meat.

Kami-sama...

@>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~
@>;~'~ @>;~'~

I never came so hard or--
Kami-sama... What a-- What a wild, fucking
night!

Aya outlasted us. For all
my much-vaulted reputation, I don't think
I could have done the same. Nipple clamped, clipped, whipped, dildo
teased
and gangbanged by the three of us-- I can't remember how many times...
Yet he never faltered in holding that pressure alarm steady.
Kami-sama...

On mutual agreement, we
used the last of our strength to release Aya
from the restraints before we pass out and left him hanging there till
morning. Heh, some of our hurt pride was salvaged to see that he was
shaking
and couldn't get his feet under him to stand when we let him down. But
damn, after what we put him through that's understandable.

We pretty much collapsed
on the couch together, uncaring of how
sticky
we were. Aya on my lap while I helped him hold a glass of juice to
drink;
Omi seated beside me and behind Aya to support him and keep him
upright;
Ken on my other side massaging his legs to help loosen up muscles that
were held immobile for too long. And hey, we accomplished our purpose.
The ice broke and is steaming in the team. Ain't it grand?

We were grinning and it's
an unspoken promise among us that we have
got to do this again sometime soon, but not before Aya healed up. He
waved
off the significance of the bruises and welts, but we were determined
not
to put him through that again before he fully mended. Aya snorted at
our
concern, nevertheless we could tell from the softening in his eyes that
he was touched, and it's a comforting thing for us to feel so
connected.

At that moment though...
we couldn't move even if we wanted to. So
we
settled into a snuggle-pile on the couch to catch a few zees and work
up
the strength to crawl back to our apartments later. The quiet, however,
didn't last for very long when Omi raised a point we didn't think to
consider
during our planning sessions for this night. How were we going to
explain
the couch stains and the permeating smell of sex to Manx, if she
happened
to stroll in on us with a mission tape later that afternoon?

Heh, it was my bet she'd
ask us for a copy of the video.

~owari~

@>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~ @>;~'~
@>;~'~ @>;~'~

Thanks for reading.

firewolf

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