Team Takedown

In New Russia, woman fucks you. 

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Hey all, had to finish/edit this one quickly so hope you enjoy it, not quite finished the way I would like but perhaps might make a part 2 in the future. Once again thank you all for your patience as I try to clear up my schedule! - TSG123 x

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Nothing. That’s how you know the air isn’t natural. Because you feel nothing. Not cold, heat, nor scent. Just a space that fills your lungs.

Then again, when you’re a quarter mile underground, breathing at all is an achievement.

*Pale-Fox, this is the Nest, status report*

“All clear,” muttered Seb, sidling through concrete corridors that never varied beyond large grey squares, only increasing the sensation of being trapped in a maze. He kept his focus straight, spying a steel door at the far end of a ten-metre stretch.

“Nest, This place looks about as friendly as your Mother-in-law’s”

The Russians never did like to use imagination where practicality would do, and once you got into the world of espionage things became a lot less fun in general.

*Thanks Seb, thankfully my bitch of an ex couldn’t foist her on me in the divorce. She probably would have tried though….. data should be at the bottom of these stairs, down the hallway, second left.*

Seb breathed out slowly, and nudged the door. It opened without a sound.

*Less chatter on the coms people, but when you do, USE THE FUCKING CODENAMES!*

*Shut up Carrow, just because your codename is ‘wolfstalker’…. and I’m trying to give directions!…. Also she took the dog as well, the bitch.*

Maybe it was sheer dumb luck, or maybe they had not bothered maintaining their security standards, but either way this was already further than any team had made it into one of the new-age Russian military installations. The new cold war was turning out to be frosty as hell, and the US military needed information, because they were being outwitted at every turn.

The statistics had been…. Alarming.

Since the rise of New Russia, a number of high profile infiltrations took place in homeland facilities with little to no evidence of forced entry or coercion. These high-level heists had escalated to the thefts of nuclear launch codes, and earlier that year staff at a top-secret weapons facility in Washington had turned up to find their computers identical to the day before, save the fact that someone had removed every last kilobyte of information from their hard-drives and replaced the desktops with various pictures of aggressive transexual-on-male pornography. The cameras showed nothing untoward, and the night-shift vehemently denied seeing anything, although when followed up, they were found to have disappeared from their homes a few weeks later.

Every team they sent in response would vanish without a trace.

Seb wiped the sweat from his brow, adjusting his grip on the hilt of the Mk-13 silenced machine gun around his neck and crept forwards, footsteps barely making a sound as he padded across the cold floor.

The stairs opened out to another grey tunnel, but upon turning left he was confronted with a door that was not stainless steel, but ordinary white with a metal handle.

His heart began beating rapidly as he reached out and turned it, ignoring the glint of harsh white lights on the black gun-barrel as he trained it on the opening door, staring through the gap which he had made.

In front of him lay an empty laboratory; one big, white windowless box with computers on the right side, and a multitude of vials, machines and clutter on the left.

“I’m in,” he whispered, nudging the door and slipping inside.

Above him, a camera followed his movements across the floor.

***

Hazel eyes reflected the blue glare of the monitor, unblinking.

“He’s cute.”

The Russian words were smooth in Raiya’s throat. Much better than Chinese or English in her opinion, although French did have its merits.

She watched the crystal-clear figure on the screen as he checked his corners like a true professional, before proceeding to one of the lab computers.

*Yeah… that ass*

“His lips though… I can just imagine stretching them nicely…..”

*No, his face is a little too perfect… I want to take down the leader! That smooshy face… *

Raiya rubbed her hands across the harsh texture of her silvery-grey, buzz-cut hair, framed around a mischievous face as she turned briefly to the second monitor which showed a muscled, serious-looking man wearing camouflage, prone in the dirt, a pair of binoculars attached to his large nose. The giant figure stuck out like a sore thumb from the forest around him, the camo perhaps concealing him from any twelve-year-old children in the vicinity, but little else.

“Are you sure you want the leader? He’s not exactly the quickest horse in the stable… he didn’t even scan for ground sensors.”

She raised a knife-edge brow as the man tried to scratch the top of his back and failed, bulging biceps straining against the fairly simple stretch.

Eventually he eased his itch at the third attempt.

“Actually thinking about it, that’s a match made in heaven for you Stas.”

The voice that came back over the intercom was laced with pretend hurt.

*Heyyyyy, you’re mean.*

Raiya smiled with wide lips, a few lines of wisdom crinkling around the edges, blinking slowly with long lashes that enhanced her handsome features.

“You have your fun with him then…. I’m going to see how our little mouse responds to some traps… this could be my retirement bonus running into my grasp.”

*Copy that, engaging with the Leader*

She eyed the first figure eagerly, watching his eyes widen in shock as the computer in front of him came up blank.

“This one seems earnest.. I like that.”

The figure began to move down the rows of computers, getting steadily more frantic as each one turned out to be nothing more than shells, clean of any and all information.

“Gas release in 5………. 2…..1…”

Her knuckles cracked, hand tremoring slightly as the ache of arthritis which had started to set in flowed, and then ebbed away.

She was getting too old for this… but it’s also hard to quit when you’re this good.

The figure on screen began to talk animatedly into his headset, panicking as no one responded, and only few seconds passed before the young man realised he was getting woozy, clutching the desk next to him, looking around lazily for an escape, before slumping to the floor.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you,” she mused.

***

The huge figure of Carrow adjusted himself, having lain prone for some time, staring into the binoculars at the clump of square buildings sat in the forest clearing.

Lucky this camo gear was top of the range.

*Shouldn’t we have heard something by now?*

Carrow ground his teeth.

“He’s maintaining. Radio. Silence. Out.”

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*Lance.. er, sorry….Eagle-eye…. you see anything?*

Carrow wanted to punch Ballon’s lights out, but settled instead for spitting on the ground to his right, clenching a fist that could knock a horse out with one blow.

Lance’s response was cold and professional on the coms.

*Nope*

*Well why not?”

*He’s half a mile underground.*

*Have you tried zooming in?*

“SHUT. YOUR. FACE. BALLON- Shit, I mean, NEST.”

Carrow ground his palm so hard over his near-shaven head that he almost got a friction burn.

Ballon, their ‘Nest’ and tech-wizard was doing his head in.

The lack of comms just meant that Seb was doing his job. Carrow had an instinct for danger, and so far, everything seemed normal.

“What are you doing there?”

The voice, sweet and high pitched, came from behind him.

Carrow snapped to his feet and whirled around, heart accelerating to a million miles an hour as his head jerked left and right.

Tree bark and undergrowth stared back at him. He scanned the thicket, unwilling to turn back to the facility in the clearing behind him, because if a disembodied voice had spoken to him, he should already be dead.

The accent had been Eastern European… which meant almost certainly Russian.

“Who are you?” he said to no-one.

“I’m your new girlfriend.”

“You’re… what?”

He watched as a girl no more than 5’6 slipped out from behind a tree as if by magic, confirming her Russian lilt as he took in her pleasingly aesthetic body.

She was absurdly pretty, pigtails falling down on her shoulders either side of a face that would have been denied the right to drink by any self-respecting barmaid. Pink lipstick, freckles and bright blond hair gave her the air of a prom queen, yet here she was, in the midst of a military research zone.

He chuckled, not quite believing what he was seeing.

Her black catsuit hugged a lithe, athletic body, unzipped a little at the bosom, revealing tits that should have been on the cover of dirty magazines as Carrow gazed, open-mouthed at the impossible woman skipping towards him.

His hands reached somewhere for his gun, but the movement was slow, trying to work through the situation as he wrestled with the fact that a seemingly innocent young lady had appeared with no visible weapons, smiling, and now proclaimed to be his new girlfriend.

“Hey… You shouldn’t be here….” he uttered, hands finally finding the grip of his pistol as he gazed down from his natural vantage point of six feet and three inches, towering over her.

“But you’re my big boy!!” she pouted, giving him a puppy dog stare as she closed the distance surprisingly quickly.

Then her hand shot out and slapped his balls, and he bent double, huffing as she pecked him on the nose with soft lips.

“UGHHFFF!” grunted Carrow, arm shooting out to grab the minx, but she dodged out of reach so fast that barely saw it, little more than a blondish blur.

This time his hand moved to his pistol quickly, realising the danger he was in as he flicked it from his holster, but a laughably small combat boot came out of nowhere, and much like when a spear coalesces its power into one tiny point, so the impressive power of the young woman’s hidden muscles converged on the heel to slam into his face, breaking his nose as he was sent sprawling to the floor, gun lost in the undergrowth.

“MSHIItt!” huffed Carrow through the blood spattered on his face.

“Oh, I can set that for you, if you let me,” said the girl sweetly.

“Mmphfuck you,” he spat, getting to his feet, only to have a shin slammed into his thigh.

He grimaced, but the pain wasn’t too bad, and he rose to a fighting stance, coming up to face the young woman who looked like she was waiting for a kettle to boil, one arm raised in a pathetic excuse for a guard.

“Come on big boy, at least make it interesting!” she chuckled.

He roared, sending birds cawing into the grey skies as he charged at her, but it was like sprinting at a mirage; one moment she was there clear as day, next there was nothing but thin air, followed by a thick tree. His forehead slammed into it, and Carrow quaked as pain blossomed in his forehead.

The woman decided to assist his descent to the forest floor by connecting another lazy shin into the same thigh she’d hit previously, which strangely still didn’t hurt that much, but completely gave way sending Carrow sprawling to the floor.

“Hmmm, you really are stupid… But that ass is gonna more than make up for it.“

Carrow felt a sharp spank on his muscled glute, and his cheeks went tomato-red, roaring as he tried to breath new life into his limbs, pressing up before one of his arms was grabbed and folded up into a tight, uncomfortable police hold between his shoulder blades, preventing any movement beyond wriggling pathetically on his belly.

“Yeah, keep fighting, good boy,” she cooed, chuckling as he tried to push himself up, settling her pert ass on his back and tilting his arm into an eye-watering position so he was kept prone on the floor.

“HUhhhh,” he grunted, trying to move something, anything, waving his head side to side, attempting to use his free arm or working leg, but she simply adjusted his other arm like a pully system that sent tiny shocks of pain every time he did anything that might allow him to gain leverage.

“Are you sure you would not like me to fix your nose? It will be uncomfortable whilst we’re having sex.”

Carrow’s poor brain wasn’t cut out for being beaten and humiliated by a cute girl. He stopped struggling, aching and confused.

She gave him a harder, nastier spank, and Carrow for the first time moaned as he realised the perilous nature of his situation. She was on his back, his nose was broken, and he had a dead leg. She had total control, and her close combat experience was clearly leagues ahead of his own.

He tried to give another roar of defiance, but then a hand slipped into the back of his pants.

“Gah-wait… wait stop it, st--- HUUuu!”

Carrow whimpered in shock and humiliation as she pulled down the back of his pants and began to run her finger from the top to the bottom of his ass-crack.

A high-pitched, bitch-sound that he had never uttered before issued helplessly from between his lips as he felt the young woman playing with his dignity, tickling a little lower to grasp his balls.

“Huu-OOOoohh!”

“Oooh, not bad,” she cooed, massaging the large, slightly hairy plums. She now had his metaphorical and literal testicles in her palm, although neither combatant was smart enough to make a joke about it.

“Fff…hnn,” moaned Carrow, even as the front of his face ached.

“Now, I’m going to set your nose straight,” she said slowly, keeping those balls firmly in her hand, pleasuring the squirming figure underneath her, “If you fight, I make this a lot less pleasant, Da?.”

Carrow nodded once, huffing as she rotated his testicles between gentle fingers.

His balls and the hand on his back were then released, and instead of rationalising the hopelessness of his situation, Carrow instead stubbornly used his free leg to shove himself up off the floor.

He whirled around, expecting to find his captor off balance, but she was once again already in that disdainful pose, a few metres away, checking her nails.

“Well I guess we do this the hard way…..”

Her smile became a little meaner.

“You’re going down Russian scum,” he spat.

She rolled her eyes, muttering a word that he didn’t understand.

“Mudak”

Then he was charging again, and she skipped out of the way like a ballerina. This time, his arms spread wide at the last second, and he managed to grab her wrist.

His chest inflated, but this proved to be the apex of his victory as she twisted, somersaulting in mid-air to land a nasty blow on the small of his back, sending him into the ground again.

He winced as the pain from his face nearly made him pass out.

Then two hands were on him, and he screamed as someone grabbed his nose and pushed, snapping it back into place.

“GHAHHh!”

“Mudak,” she muttered again, rolling him over.

The pain was still immense, but it was now at least manageable as Carrow realised she had set his nose, the foggy pain cloud hovering behind his eyes as his hands were being bound behind his body.

A lot of things took place that he was half-aware of, his legs were moving, he was being rolled over, his legs were feeling….. cooler… more exposed….

The woman worked quickly, stripping the man and trussing him up like a turkey, and eventually something pricked his skin and warmth flooded his body. He sighed as the pain melted away, fading to a dull throb in his periphery, and as his senses began working properly again, he realised she had bound up his hands… his legs as well… not to each other.. to trees.

Naked.

Looking behind him his hairy legs were wide open, cock pressed into the soft forest floor, hands behind his back. To all intents and purposes he was in a position to be mounted.

“Nest… do you hear me,” he whispered.

Nothing.

“Who’s nest?”

He rocked in surprise, bringing his focus to the left where that pretty face was now an inch off the floor, level with his. She was lying down like a girl at a sleepover, elbows on the floor cinching her open cleavage together, head in hands.

“No-one.”

Her tits had the tiniest hint of sweat in the crevasse, which his eyes couldn’t help diverting to every few seconds.

“So it’s a person?”

He cursed himself for his slip.

“It’s a…. a robot,” he stuttered.

Her legs kicking gently behind her, expression curious as she squeezed her tits tighter.

“A robot huh?”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Iiii don’t think you are telling the truth big boy.”

He raised his chin in defiance, which was hard to do when your chest is on the floor.

“How do you know?”

She cocked her head, and brought her lips to within an inch of his, whispering.

“Because you look really cute when you lie.”

He looked at her, disbelieving, and she nodded gleefully.

“Yes! You make this face.”

Carrow had no idea how to respond to this, but he was quite distracted by how close she was, even as he tried in vain to free himself from the knots around his wrists. She smelt of sweat and earth.

“I’m gonna do so many things to you, boyfriend,” she whispered.

A cold arrow hit his heart as he wondered what sick things she was going to do to him. Was she going to torture him? She had talked about having sex, but unless she somehow squeezed underneath him, he didn’t think that was the plan…

“Oh, you’re so cuuuute,” she purred, lifting herself to her knees so that it was immensely uncomfortable for his neck to keep looking at her face, instead forced to stare at her crotch as she shifted her knees wide… revealing a zipper.

That was not usually something found on a catsuit… nor the significant bulge in the leather.

‘What?..’

He honed in on it, and the more he looked at it…. the more it looked like a penis.

That couldn’t be right… was he imagining it?

He angled his gaze up, neck aching, to see a sultry expression looking back at him, irises filled with sky blue perusing every inch of his naked body.

“What’s your real name Wolfstalker?”

Her legs spread a little wider, and now the bulge was obvious, pulsing down one leg and worryingly large.

Carrow moaned as the intentions became clearer, and he began flopping like a fish, but the knots on his ankles just dug deeper into the skin. High-pitched whimpers of a cowed dog began to emanate once more from his throat as the girl began to rub a hand up and down the bulge, murmuring as she watched him come to terms with what was about to take place.

“Okay Carrow, have it your way.”

Her hands came to her front, and she slowly, fastidiously, pulled the zipper down, a *ZZZZZT* that had sweat dappling Carrow’s brow as she pushed her fingers inside and fished out a 7-inch cock.

Like her, it was beautiful, if a cock could be described as such, pale and smooth, circumcised with a pink head that seemed to have no rough edges at all, the gentle flare of her mushroom somehow effeminate, even though it there was obviously nothing feminine about the size of it.

His jaw dropped as he took in a package that rivalled his own, which was already hardening against the forest floor.

“Oh I think he likes it,” she murmured, bouncing a little on her heels, making it bob up and down like a see-saw, the slit already producing the first drop of white ointment which fell down the side of her mushroom.

He watched the droplet wind its way to the ridge, before accumulating there, hanging, teasing the prospect of letting go whilst clinging onto her throbbing hardness. A subtle vein could be seen just under the surface, but it didn’t stick out like his own would, lying quietly underneath.

Below her cock, a pair of balls were produced, two fleshy, hairless eggs that seemed so smooth they could have been fake. In fact he had to hone in to see the imperfections, the tiny wrinkles at the bottom of the sack, a few tiny hints of stubble near the base of her crotch.

“Oh… he looooves it,” she giggled.

Carrow shook his head, snapping himself out of it.

“Fuck you.”

The girl snorted.

“Nope… fuck you.”

His eyes widened, and he began to writhe as she slowly got to her feet and walked to his ass.

Carrow bleated, rocking back and forth with all his might which only stimulated his erection against the floor whilst not budging the restraints in any way, as she settled into position on top of him, the leather rough on his naked skin.

“You should be thankful I use lube big boy.”

Carrow’s heart pounded in his chest, eyes darting for any sort of advantage, hands flexing uselessly behind him as he felt her shifting position, before a sickly squelching sound made it clear she was pouring the lube, compounded by the little shiver he felt in her legs.

“Oooh, it’s cold…”

Carrow wanted to take that lube bottle and shove it down her throat, but a more analytical part of his brain finally managed to take over and force him to attempt some diplomacy.

“L-listen, what’s your name?” he uttered, as a few *SHLICK* *SCHLICK*s emanated from above him.

The squelches stopped.

“Stasya.”

“Right… look… Stasya… you don’t have to do this.”

Silence.

That was something.

He attempted to press the advantage.

“We can work this out… what do you want?”

He felt her hands press down on his ass cheeks, and begin to squeeze.

“Your ass, big boy.”

A spank hit him and he couldn’t help a slutty coo as the whip-like motion left an afterburn on his sensitive cheek.

“AIII!… H-HEY!”

“That sweet ass,” she chuckled, slapping it again, so hard it almost brought tears to his eyes.

“UH!.... W-Well you’re not going to GET IT, You FUuuuuUHH OH SHIT, SHIT WAIT, UHHNnn!”

Stasya’s wet cock had slid between his cheeks and arrived squarely at his hole, and Carrow’s asshole puckered so tight under the strain that he thought he might burst a blood vessel in his temple trying to cinch himself.

‘She’s not getting in, she’s NOT GETTING IN….’

Unfortunately the lube played its role perfectly in allowing little to no friction on her cockhead, and he squealed as it began to worm inside, pressing gently enough that it wouldn’t make him pass out, but hard enough that she was coming in, no matter what.

It wasn’t painful enough to squeal, but he still did.

“UUUHHHAIIIiiiiihhh… Oh fuuuuUUUUUUuuuuucckkkk!!… Oh sh…oh shit….”

The first few seconds of being entered were more soul-destroying than any memory he could recall; worse than when his brother had beaten him up in front of a girl he had fancied, or when someone had pulled his pants down on the first day at school.

Carrow prided himself on being a real man’s man. A warrior. A leader. It’s what he had been taught since he was old enough to walk.

Now he was tied up and being slid into by a foreign girl with a cock, and what was worse, his erection was so hard in the dirt that he had to keep still to stop it being stimulated by the constant pressure on it, which is impossible to do when you’re being bred for the first time.

She followed it up with another couple of hard spanks like she was playing tennis with his butt-cheeks, rebounding her tiny hands so hard off his glutes that a part of Carrow’s soul felt like it was being ripped from his body.

*THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP!!*

“UUUHNNn!!… Stanis…. Stassa…… Please…”

Tears began to form in his eyes as he felt another human being’s cock-head plugging his asshole, skin still burning where she had thrashed him.

‘This is…. It’s wrong…. It’s so wrong…’

She sighed as his asshole spasmed around her, clutching tight to her girth.

“HHooo… That’s so nice…..”

He sobbed, trying to relax his asshole so he wasn’t spasming, and then he began to cry as she pushed further inside him, so infuriated that she had goaded him into relaxing his anus for her, and the fact he couldn’t defend himself against a girl.

*SPANK!*

“UH!”

*SPANK!*

“FUH!-uuhhhck…”

His knees pressed down, trying to work his way up, but Stasya rocked forwards to keep him down in the dirt, breaking him in as she swooned, enjoying the feeling of the man whimpering beneath her as she rested around halfway in.

*SPANK!*

“Enjoying it so far?”

“FFffffffffuck you,” he whined, gurning, desperately hoping she couldn’t see his erection, or the wetness in his eyes.

He stared at a tree to his left, trying not to think about how deeply she was shifting his insides as she forged ahead, looking at the way the bark had split near the base…. just like his butt-cheeks having her shaft pressed further between them.

Carrow clenched his jaw, high-pitched grunts emanating from his throat as he tried to pull his arms from their locked positions, succeeding only in tiring himself out and forcing him to cry harder as Stasya moaned, connecting their hips together with a wet *Schhlliiick*, Carrow’s asshole now a lube swamp with Stasya’s crocodile snug in the centre of it.

“Uhhnn…. Huh… fu…..fuck……!”

“Daaaa” Stasya cooed, stroking his hair which made him violently shake his head.

“FFUUUUUcckkk you,” he screeched, sobbing as he felt someone’s arousal throbbing in his asshole for the first time in his life.

“Are you sure?” she hissed, spanking him so hard he squealed.

“UUGHNnn!”

A hand reaching underneath him, and Carrow moaned as he tried to put his weight down to stop her getting to his erection, which only made her giggle as she engaged in squeezing her hand beneath his stomach and the forest floor.

He whined like a dog as her hand found his steel hardness.

“So… big American boy likes a nice Russian cock in his ass,” she announced, her voice laced with glee.

“F-f-fuck….. you…..” he snivelled, trying to twist his hips to free his aching hardness.

His cock didn’t seem to care, leaking pre-cum into her hand.

Stasya’s breath came to his ear, and the fresh scent of the forest temporarily mixed with the sweet scent of her perfume, and the slight odour of meat on her breath as she whispered, her hushed tone coming out like it was inside his head.

“Okay then…”

She pulled her hips back, and Carrow only just registered what was said before she was pushing back in, sliding herself right to the base of her dick and hilting inside him.

“OOoohOOOHHH!!!!”

His moan had sounded sluttier than any of the dirty pornstar bitches that he watched on the internet.

“Ooh DAAAAA,” moaned Stasya, revelling in the tightness of her man as Carrow scrabbled for answers, praying for a miracle as she withdrew, before sliding back in again.

When their hips met again, something hit Carrow that horrified him.

Pleasure was rifling up his spine each time Stasya forced their hips together, and as she increased the pace it was growing larger, zipping faster through his body.

*SCHLICK* *SCHLICK*

“UHnnn… UHNNH!”

*SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!*

Tears rolled down his face as he was raped by a high school cheerleader, her hand beginning to spank him heartily, a vindictive windscreen wiper flying back and forth like she was trying to ride him to victory at the grand national. What made it worse was that he wasn’t able to hate how it felt as the ridges of her cock rubbed against his insides, legs kicking uselessly in the air as she tickled glorious spots of pleasure that he wished he could unknow.

“U-!…..Uhh……”

The little trickles of grunting and quiet, high-pitched whimpers were all the girl needed to know she was breaking him, and she began to giggle as she sawed her meaty cock in and out of the tight cheeks, hands settling on his reddened rump and squeezing the juicy meat between her fingers.

Carrow began to moan as she rutted him, and the moment he finally begged her to stop was the moment she knew she had won.

“P-p-pleease… oh G….. I’ll…. Just stop…. UUH!”

His plea was met with a slap of hips to ass as the girl buried her cock 7 inches deep inside him, and pleasure sang through every last fibre of his being as he writhed, hard cock pressed into the dry leaves and dirt, leaking pre-cum as it attempted to impregnate the forest floor.

“Uhhhhhnnn such tight American asshole….!”

A hand spanked him, and he moaned as she began to lean into him, getting lower and lower until the zipper on her catsuit was digging harshly into his back, her full weight pressed down on him, significantly less than his own which only made the ease with which she had beaten him that much more demeaning.

He was moaning in time with her now, his deep, manly voice reduced to soft huffs every time she buried herself in his crack.

“Huh!” “Uhnn..” “Guh!”

“Oh boyfriennnnddddd!”

Carrow was trembling, huge thighs and glutes going taut like steel cables as the pressure and strain of being hammered by this sweet girl drove him towards a place that terrified him, as his eyelids began to flicker.

They began to rut in a sweaty rhythm, filling the quiet forest with loud guttural cries and filthy moans as Carrow couldn’t help arching his back to allow her easier access each time she slammed her hips back onto his ass-cheeks.

She bred the masculinity from his body, revelling in the sensations he was providing, pounding herself into him harder and faster.

*SCHLICK* *SCHLICK*

“UHNN!”

“Daa… Da big boy daaaa”

The leather was hot between their bodies, and sweat was beginning to cover his back as he worked to push back into his partner’s heavy fuck-hug, knowing that she too would be sweating profusely inside her catsuit, confirmed by her face coming to his ear and moaning hard into it, rubbing perspiration onto his cheek.

“DA YA TYBIA LUBLUH….”

Stasya’s voice was quivering, and Carrow’s toes began to curl as something hideously wonderful spread over him, emanating from the cock arrowing into the centre of his body, and he began to drool, a slutty smile creeping to the corners of his mouth.

“huuuuuuuuunnnn!”

His pathetic squeals were a far cry from the All-American man that had emerged from his bed that day as the girl began to fill him with her seed, and Carrow writhed, forced into enjoying the ecstasy of his partner as she throbbed inside him, exploding a geyser of hot jizz that clung to his insides with her body-heat.

“IIIIUUhhhhhhh, MUDAKKKKKKKKKKK!”

Her arms wrapped tight around his body as she pumped her hips, forcing another torrent of ball-juice to explode from her slit,

“HUUNHNNN.”

The figure above him shuddered, an earthquake ripping through them both as she squealed into the silence of the forest, and Carrow joined her in a soul-destroying whine as he sprayed his semen into the forest floor, whilst the girl filled him to the brim with her own.

The texture of her cum was like lava, and the way it clung to his insides was something he couldn’t unfeel. It would stay with him forever, as she sighed, contented, raising her tits off his back and giving another easy slap on his ass like a horse that had just run a fine race.

“Spasiba… Thank you,” she chuckled, slapping his rump again just for the fun of it, his ass jiggling as steam came off his back.

Carrow moaned into the dirt.

She’d fucked him in the ass.

Tears came to his eyes, the alpha male broken as he felt the wet *SHLIIIICK* and *POP* of a cock being withdrawn from his butthole, before he began to utter a soft moan as a well of cum bubbled up and exploded over his balls and thighs, the pressure pushing his conqueror’s semen back out.

She rubbed his back as he ejected more cum from his anus.

“We’re going to have so much fun, boyfriend.”

***

Seb felt warmth on his skin.

‘Eyes. Open your eyes.’

He tried, but they were lead weights, and he contented himself with mumbling instead.

“Hmm…”

“Good ev-e-ning, Sebastian.”

A shot of adrenaline hit him as the heavily accented voice came sharp and clear in his ears.

it was painful to blink his eyelids open, but what he saw woke him up immediately.

A woman, tall and beautiful, at a guess around forty years old was sitting in the chair opposite him. She was dressed in a bodysuit which hugged her firm figure, the grey buzzcut hair less intimidating than the look of quiet superiority.

“What the…”

He made to pull at his restraints, and realised there were none.

He was just sitting in a chair…. Which made him even more scared.

‘Why would they not even bother restraining me?’

He looked down and was relieved to see that his body was unharmed, although his gear, jacket and shirt had been stripped from him, leaving only his pants on.

“Oh, we did not need to remove your shirt, but… why deny myself the view?”

Her English was clipped but clear, body language relaxed with hands dangling from the arm-rests.

“W… who are you?”

“I am Raiya. Leader of Spezial team Vostok-3.”

Feeling her gaze roaming over him made Seb feel oddly violated, and he tried not to look cowed, considering his options as best he could given his head was still sluggish.

“And…. Where am I?”

“You are still in research facility 7-Z…. But you are not in the laboratory, which has not been used for years.”

‘But, the intel…’

She seemed to scan his brain with a sharp eyebrow.

“The information that your government ‘discovered’ about this place.. we showed it to you.”

“For what reason.”

“Because it means you will never know where we are doing our research, and… well, I do not want to spoil the surprise.”

Like a cat, she curled up in the chair, and Seb was struck by the fact that if he was to escape, it was now or never – no guards, one opponent, freedom to move…

He moved with all the speed and conditioning that years in training had taught him, accelerating out of his seat and flying towards the woman who seemed to get even taller despite not moving.

Then she did, and it was beyond anything he had experienced – one moment he was flying into a full-bodied lunge, fist clenched, the next he was gracefully swept away across the floor, his fist guided by her palm as she ballroom-danced him around the chair using his own momentum to gracefully part into a dancer’s pose.

“You do have spirit… most are too scared to act.”

He thought about going for another attack and realised instead that with abilities like hers there was little to no chance of a frontal assault.

‘So… plan B.’

His head swivelled to the door at the far end of the room, and sprinted towards it.

She was on him in a flash, but he had expected it, subtly flinging an elbow where he expected thin air to become human, and sure enough Raiya flinched in surprise as he grazed a rib, snarling at the unpleasantness.

That was too sloppy.

Her next movements were more forcing, clasping her hands into his and slamming him up against the wall, immobilised, her chest pressed hard against his, her groin….

Was somehow extremely hard, and shoving against his with great ferocity.

Seb looked down and nearly screamed, because a huge bulge, like a cod-piece except for the fact that it was certainly flesh and blood, was grinding against his own inferior manhood.

“Sh-SHIT…!”

Then her face was in his.

“Just know… I could take you if I wanted to.”

He was suddenly aware of how beautiful she was, her gaze ferocious and filled with purpose.

Then he was released, heart racing as Raiya strode to the door.

“Come… time to see your friends, Sebastian.”

***

The control room, as it undoubtedly was, seemed huge with the screens adorning the wall, lights playing off of Seb’s clenched jaw as he was shown a seat, which he took.

There was no point in pretending he had a way of fighting Raiya. He could only bide his time.

“I’m sure you are thinking about how to fight your way out.”

He hated how she seemed to read his mind, looking up despite already knowing those eyes would be boring into his own.

“I would not recommend it, because Kima is not as sweet as me…. but if you would like to test her patience, feel free.”

He looked into the ridiculously large breasts of a woman who seemed to defy conventional proportions, tall, thin, and sporting a face which betrayed no emotion whatsoever. Her head was a short, back and sides, and her features seemed incredibly young, like someone had pasted an eighteen-year-old’s face onto the body of a fully grown adult super-soldier.

Raiya gave a wry smile.

“You know, you do make me feel old.”

The woman’s voice when she spoke was clear, perfect English, but sweet and gentle.

“Because you are.”

Raiya snorted.

“Remember who is in charge.”

“Da obshchee.”

“Not a general Kima… but close enough.”

Seb tried to take in as much information as he could. Clearly this woman was high-ranking, had served for many years, and this woman was either a subordinate, or a new team member.

“You will not be sending any of this trivial information back to your masters Sebastian.”

He slumped in his seat.

She was more intuitive than anyone in the US military from bottom to top.

“By the way… How many members are in your team?”

His lips stayed clamped shut.

She chuckled as she walked over and around his chair, trailing a finger across his bare shoulder, before her voice came warm against his ear.

“New question… what are the names of your four team members.”

His face went pale.

“Sorry, I don’t know anything.”

Her lips were so close to his ear that they grazed the skin.

“Are you sure.”

Seb had to master his growing fear, although weirdly blood seemed to be rushing south between his legs as she gripped his shoulders tight.

“S…sorry… I’m afraid I came here alone.”

Raiya straightened up and walked around to face him.

“Oh, that’s interesting… then you wouldn’t know a man called Lance?”

Every word was a hammer blow as Seb’s spirit weakened under her constant revelations.

‘How much do they know?...Lance’s life might depend on this.’

“He…. Is a civilian.”

Raiya’s smile told him that was the wrong answer.

“Interesting equipment for a civilian.. did he bring a sniper rifle to watch the birds?”

“Stop fucking with me!” snarled Seb, his eyes going wet.

“Calm down… he’s fine.”

‘He’s alive…’

“He is currently being…. Interrogated.”

‘….Torture.’

“You’ll never get him to talk…”

The girls didn’t even react.

“How’s he doing?”

Kima checked her earpiece and gave a surprised look.

“Not screaming? Wow… Stronger than the rest.”

Raiya shook her head.

“Oh no, she’ll have just taken his breath away. This guy’s getting pumped.”

Seb stood up, fists clenched.

“Shut up, I know you’re just saying this for me to hear it, Lance is unbreakable!”

Raiya rolled her eyes.

“Kima, put up the video feed so Sebastian can get a nice long look at his team-mate’s fine efforts.”

Kina stepped in and fixed something to the screen nearby, and then an image came up that hit him like a knife in the chest.

Lance was on his back with tree-bark, grass and mud around him, naked from the waist down and holding onto the forearms of the camera operator, staring into the centre of the screen. Seb realised it must be from live contact lenses as the camera wearer squeezed two hub-cap hands on the back of Lance’s thighs, his six-inch cock rebounding like a cudgel off his belly as it leaked what looked like a permanent stream of white gloopy strings.

None of this made Seb croak. What did make his knees go weak was just below his squad mate’s balls; a thick, raging cock, one that was being driven into Lance’s asshole with such force that the man’s bones must have rattled with each thrust.

Whoever was fucking him was holding back nothing, cratering his ass with what looked like possibly eight to nine inches of virile steel cock, clung to by the man’s widened anal rim every time it exited and returned with interest.

It looked like a hardcore POV porn video, although nothing he had seen before compared to what was being done to his poor squadmate.

The two figures were locked in a rhythm of inescapable brutality, and Lance had clearly long since given up trying to defend himself and was simply holding on for dear life as he was rutted like a dog.

The man was being sodomised so badly that it would have made a hooker blush (the respectable ones at least), every shafting of his butthole coaxing fresh seed from him into the air, a sperm fountain that was increasing in pressure with every butt-melting thrust.

Whoever was meting out the bulling hadn’t even bothered removing the man’s mask, but they could clearly see his eyes, full of fear, trying to stave off a body-racking orgasm; unfortunately it was a test he couldn’t possibly have prepared for, and the terror faded in his gaze as his eyeballs rolled upwards, a long rope of cum flaring like a mortar shot past his face and landing on the bark behind him.

Seb whimpered as his buddy began to shake harder than any pornstar could have faked as an orgasm racked his body, juddering and drooling out of the sides of his mask as his quaint balls contracted, pulsing and releasing their seed harmlessly into the air like a jizz cannon.

“Think he’s resisting well?” Raiya said lightly.

“N….”

Seb had no response, watching his friend get forced into the time of his life.

“Oh, there’s audio too…”

“No,” muttered Seb, “I don’t think we…”

“AIIIHHAA, OH, OHHhhhhhhHHHH! Fuh-UH-HUH-HUH-HUH….!””

The pounding squeals were broken up by each lurid thrust, and Seb quivered as Lance’s demented screams of pleasure were projected around the room.

Then a deep voice was moaning.

“Suka Blyat!”

Lance’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he snivelled as the base of the cock (the only part not inside him) seemed to pulse, and then Seb whimpered as he watched Lance’s belly begin to distend.

“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he gasped, as he watched in horror as the man’s belly began to look three months pregnant, then four, then five.

Thankfully it didn’t come full term, as the pressure caused a backlog which exploded around the base of the invader’s penis, and the camera panned down to see Lance’s asshole was doing its best Niagara Falls impression, white liquid pouring out of him.

Seb thought he might be sick as he watched Lance’s cream filling spread over the forest floor around them, butt-cheeks like glazed buns as the pink torpedo was extracted from within, itself covered in ejaculate.

A hand came down and slapped his face lightly, making Lance whimper.

“Good pussy,” a heavy accent said.

The feed was cut as lance was being forced to suck on his conqueror’s fingers.

Raiya looked down at Seb casually.

“Unbreakable huh?”

Kima sniggered.

“Yeah, the way he bravely resisted with… what was it he said? Aiiihhhh? Fuck, fuck… Something like that?”

Raiya looked serious for a moment.

“No, no, he squealed louder.”

The two of them fell about laughing as Seb fell back in his chair, a lump in his throat.

“Oh don’t look so serious soldier-boy,” said Raiya, “You should be celebrating, Lance just got himself addicted to dick, his life is so much easier now…”

Kima nodded in agreement.

“Yes, our new government is a lot more understanding than your American one… they understand we need space and time for pleasure.”

“B… but this is Russia!”

“Yes, new Russia… one which has ascended far beyond your meagre outlook…. So, how many of you are there?”

“Just two.”

She sniffed.

“Oh good… so you wouldn’t happen to know this man?”

She clicked a button on the screen, and an image came up that broke Seb.

Carrow was on his hands and knees, sweat running down his face as a beautiful girl lay on top of him, both naked as the day they were born, her waist fused to his ass.

She was rotating her hips, and he hoped the video would stay silent until a long moan escaped Carrow’s shaking lips, eyes closed as he… resisted?

Seb looked closer and realised there was no resistance of any kind.

Carrow wasn’t tied up, and he was being so deeply pleasured that he was actively trying to work with the girl to murder his insides with her hardness, ass aimed up in the air for her brutal thrusts, and Seb watched in dismay as another camera angle revealed two healthy testicles welded to the back of his commander’s, rubbing against them as the lithe and innocent-looking girl pleasured his commander like he was a high-school slut on prom night.

He was moaning like a bitch too, and Seb’s felt his cheeks warm as the woman ground against his friend’s back, making love to him, feeding him orgasmic energy that was bubbling up in the form of heavy moans, curling toes and fluttering eyelids.

“They’ve been at it for hours…. I assume the name Carrow means nothing to you?”

A lump had formed in Seb’s throat.

“Okay, you win.. now stop this… please.”

“Stop? Why would they stop?” she chuckled.

“Because she’s torturing him!!” he croaked.

“Oh.. okay then, why don’t you ask him?”

She muttered something in Russian in her earpiece.

The woman on screen froze her rutting, and Seb looked on in disgust as his commander tried to keep going, whining because she had stopped slow-fucking him like a two-dollar whore.

An earpiece was shoved into Seb’s ear as the girl on screen took out her own and pressed it into Carrow’s, slapping his bum as she did so.

Raiya’s voice was authoritative.

“Speak.”

“…C-carrow?”

The huge man on screen froze.

“S-seb?”

“Carrow, don’t let them break you, you have to resist!”

The man’s face was so bright red that it could have functioned as a midnight stop-sign.

“Y-yes, yes I knoooouuu-UUGhhhh….”

His eyes lost focus as the woman on top of him rotated her hips.

Seb didn’t know how big the girl’s package was, but judging by her balls it must have been something far too large for someone her size, and she was using it to fiercely stir up Carrow’s insides, mincing his organs with her weapon .

“CARROW, R-RESIST MAN!”

Carrow responded by bitch-moaning once more, and it was only when Stasya stopped her punishment of his anus that he could heave air into his lungs, and re-gain his awareness.

He said nothing, staring down in to the dirt as if not looking up would make it less humiliating to be observed getting bum-fucked by a minx.

“Carrow… what… why…” Seb asked, desperate to try and find some sort of normality in the situation.

Carrow’s eyes filled with tears.

“I-it just feels so goooOOODDDD! OH, OH SHIT, OH FUUUUUUUCKKKuuuhhhh!!”

Seb tore his gaze away as the grinning girl began to pound him, accelerating to fuck the man’s brains out, and he removed the earpiece and threw it to the floor as the speakers pumped out his friend’s bellowing moans, the pretty figure taking no prisoners as she ravaged his squadmate’s ass, her own light grunts beginning to resonate in Seb’s skull.

“DaaaaAAAAHHHH!”

“Turn it off!” bellowed Seb.

“AIIUHHH, AIUUHHH,UHN, UHN, UHN…!”

Tears were in his eyes as Carrow’s cock exploded all over the forest floor just before the recording finally turned off, and he crumpled to his knees.

He didn’t know how long he cried, but when he looked up, it was into the strangely kind face of Raiya.

“How many men do you have on your team?”

“Four,” he croaked.

“Names?”

“Callow… Lance… Seb… Ballon.”

She gave no acknowledgement as to whether she already knew this information or not.

“So you know him, yes?”

The screen lit up again.

Ballon.

“…..Yes.”

“Any backup?”

He breathed.

“… Yes. But they’re far away.”

She nodded.

“Alright then… I just need a little more, and then we can discuss what to do with you hmm?”

He looked up, terror in his eyes, but the softness of hers calmed him.

She stroked his cheek, whilst producing a phone from her back pocket, and proffering it to him.

“Dial in the uplink number.”

He looked at it.

This would give them complete access to all the equipment at Ballon’s outpost.

Her finger grazed his chin, and worked its way to his lips, where it slid along the soft bands, teasing the entrance to his mouth.

“Do it, sexy.”

His mouth opened, just a little, as he raised the phone up to his eyeline, and dialled the number.

***