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No one could break him.
For hours we had tried to crack him, using almost every tool in our arsenal and getting nowhere. He was clearly well trained in the art of withstanding torture. Pain hardly seemed to faze him, and emotional tactics had failed horribly. I wasn't really surprised, he seemed to be an entirely different breed of soldier. Solid as stone, with a personality to match. He was probably on a different level than even Ghost, and Ghost was the most ruthless man I knew.
But back to the interrogation. We had to get him to break somehow. So, being egotistical and a little greedy, I offered up my services. Getting information by creative means was just part of the job. I didn’t enjoy it, but then again I’d never done it this way.
The initial idea came to me as I watched him walk into the holding cell. Hips swinging, cargos barely hiding the monster between his legs. He was the biggest soldier I'd ever seen, which did something funny to my heart, like it was choking to death on it’s own blood or something. The organ nearly jumped into my throat when he sent a wink my way, laughing even as he was punched in the gut. Nice going Soap, but I can defend my own honor.
So as he defied logic and every method we could think of; my plan began to evolve. Especially as I watched him bleed and sweat on the other side of the observation glass, breath hissing through his wicked grin. There was some twisted, evil thing in me that wanted him. But I was in no way going to force him… Unless he wanted me to.
I slipped inside our interrogation room, the rectangle of yellow light on the floor growing and shrinking as the door swung. The lights inside were all off except the one directly above him, the fluorescents reflecting coolly in the two-way mirror. The room on the other side was empty, so it was just me and him. All alone.
He was chained to his chair. Chains because none of us trusted leather or rope to hold him. Even the chair was steel. Stainless, obviously.
He honestly looked super fucking hot like this. Thick chains wrapped around his throat, waist and ankles, slightly more comfortable cuffs around his wrists. The military green t-shirt he wore stretching taught with every breath. Legs splayed to either side of his chair. His impressive height was diminished in no way at all, even bound as he was.
“Cut them.” my voice echoed harshly in the cement box of the room, followed by a barely discernible fizzle.
The few cameras in the room flicked off. The prisoner tensed slightly, his chains clinking together was the only hint he’d moved at all. I couldn’t blame him, I’d probably be nervous too.
I walked to the western wall, grabbing an extra chair and setting it in front of him. Within reach if he slipped his cuffs; a show of confidence he noticed, pretty eyes narrowing slightly. I straddled my chair backwards, leaning my arms on the backrest and studying him for a bit. Not saying a word.
He was Austrian, the flags adorning his apparel told us as much. Of course we had already known exactly who he was, and who he worked for. It was impossible not to, being as identifiable as he was. We just needed to know what he was doing here, what his mission was.
Judging by his size it wasn't a stealth mission, probably more of a break-people-and-things type. He was strong enough, I wouldn't be surprised if he could take a few well placed shots and still get his guy. He’d already defied the odds against our torture methods. It wasn’t like it was medieval level shit or anything, but it was still impressive.
He was wearing a sniper hood when we caught him, soaked in blood by the time we took him down, but there was no way this guy was a sniper. He was fucking huge. A juggernaut, a beast. Too obvious to hide in the field to take out targets. The first thing we did was take the hood off. Which felt like the cruelest thing we’d done to him, but if his identity was important enough to hide it was important enough to know.
His call sign was Kӧnig. King in German. He probably had an ego, and I could see why.
He had auburn hair, worn in a messily grown out crew cut. A fire colored shadow of hair dusted his well formed jaw. His nose was slightly crooked, hooked, with a cut across the bridge. And he had pretty hazel eyes set in his long, angular face. All this on top of his to die for body? God had favorites for sure.
“What’s your name?” I asked nicely, smiling genuinely.
He looked at me suspiciously, not answering immediately. I put my hands up, leaning back on the chair in an ‘I surrender’ motion. “I’m Sargent Bane. Saboteur, demolition expert, long distance sniper, local executioner.” I smiled again. “And you are..?”
“... Kӧnig.” God, even his voice was sexy. Higher pitched than expected, but there was a sweet little growl deep in his chest that worked well with his accent.
I grinned wider. “Pleasure to meet you.” I put my hand out to shake, holding in a chuckle when he reached for my hand only for his arm to meet the end of his chain.
“Aw, sorry I forgot.” I rummaged in my pants pocket for the key to his right cuff. Different keys for every lock. Just in case he managed to lift one.
I stood casually, leaning over him a little too closely to be professional, especially in a tank top, and unlocked his wrist. I reached out to shake his hand again and he accepted, albeit a little confused. His hand was rough with caluses and enveloped mine entirely. I felt like a doll shaking hands with a giant.
I shook myself out of my distraction. I had a job to do after all, and there’d be plenty of time for that later.
“Now, I’m going to have to cut to the chase.” I turned my chair to face him and sat again, leaning my elbows on my knees. “You were caught disrupting a very important mission. You blew our cover, getting a lot of my guys killed – not including the ones you killed yourself.” My smile disappeared, my gaze turning cold as I cut my eyes at him. “And to top it off, our primary target was KIA.”
I sat back in my chair, folding my hands in my lap and cocked my head to the side. “He had some very valuable information, and I think you knew that. I think you got that information out of him and then killed him. He was in quite the state when we recovered his body.” I searched his eyes. “So? What’d he say?”
Kӧnig said nothing, just like I knew he would. Time for the real part of my interrogation. Enter Bad Cop stage right.
I sighed, standing from my chair to strip my tactical vest and unbuckle my belt. I slammed them both down on the chair – ignoring Kӧnig’s flinch – then pushed the chair out of the way with a kick.
I approached him slowly, moving purposefully to stand between his spread thighs. “Can I touch you?”
“What?” He sounded shocked, he probably hadn’t meant to let the question slip.
I moved my hand through his hair, tugging at the grown out strands. He gasped quietly, eyes shutting slightly. Now we were getting somewhere.
“I said…” I put my other hand against the side of his neck. Slowly sliding it up to caress his cheek, running my thumb over his lower lip. “Can I touch you?”
Kӧnig’s freed hand came up to wrap around my wrist as his eyebrows furrowed. He squeezed slightly, not to hurt, more like a pleading gesture. I complied while he answered me, tugging harder on the hair at the base of his neck.
“You– You’re already touching me.” he grunted, heavy lidded eyes on mine.
“Not like this,” I purred, leaning over him again. “Like… this.”
I removed my hands from his hair, unzipping my cargos with one and bracing the other on his broad shoulders as I settled myself in his lap. I positioned my legs under the armrests on either side of his impressive thighs, pressing my cunt against his impressive bulge. His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat and cutting my air off with an embarrassing whimper. Jeez, his hands were big.
I forced myself to keep from tensing, but it wasn’t that hard. What started as a painful grip soon evolved into a pleasurable one, Kӧnig’s grip softening as I moved over him. My eyelids grew heavy, teeth digging into my lower lip as I smirked. I drug my hips over his thigh slowly, teasing both of us.
“Harder.” I begged, my own hand wrapping around Kӧnig’s throat, squeezing tighter than he was. I could feel his pulse stutter. The heartbeat between my legs echoed it.
Kӧnig let go of my neck as if it bit him, a gasp of pure want wrenching itself from his throat. In an incredible show of self control he moved his hand to the arm rest and kept it there, but his breath came faster and faster as I rolled my hips. I slid my hand up the back of his neck, tangling it in his hair again, my mouth falling open in a groan as I pressed my clit into the hard seam of his pants. I was practically panting into his chest as I pulled the key for his left shackle out of my pocket, twisting in his lap to unlock it.
“Answer my question, Kӧnig.” I demanded, sliding my hands down his torso, dragging my nails across his stomach and rewarding him with a moan when his abs flexed under my touch.
His head fell back to rest against the top of the chair, unable to resist moving his hips up into mine. I gasped against his throat, a hair's breadth away from biting him there.
“Y– Yes. Bitte, touch me." Finally, the request came.
We moved as one at his words. My hands going immediately to his belt buckle, His hands flying from the arm rests to my hair, angling my head and pressing his mouth to mine.
My hands stopped moving. This wasn’t part of the plan… But it felt so good.
My eyes fluttered closed as I groaned, hands leaving his belt to hold his cheeks. They were rough with stubble, but the feeling contrasted so well with his soft lips I could hardly care. He kissed desperately, a little sloppy in his haste to take. He was probably just deprived I told myself, but when I bit his lip, making him groan so I could sweep my tongue into his mouth… He froze. Making me realize the real reason why.
“You haven’t– Shit! Ah…” Kӧnig bit into my neck as soon as my lips left his, thrusting his rapidly hardening cock into my clit at the same time. I pulled his hair hard, forcing his mouth away from my neck so I could start again. He fought his way back to my skin. “You haven’t done this before, have you?”
“Mm mm.” came his muffled answer, too absorbed in kissing his way over my shoulder to reply with his words, leaving a trail of love bites and smears of eye black behind.
Fuck, the places my mind went. Popping this gorgeous specimen of a man’s cherry wasn’t exactly what I’d planned to do but… Fuck! I wanted to. I wanted to make him cry. Give him his first fuck and get off on his tears, dragging trails of eye black down his cheeks, clumping his pretty pale lashes together while he bitched and moaned.
“Damn. I almost hate to do this.” I murmured under my breath. Kӧnig didn’t seem to hear, he was too busy tearing the strap of my tank top with his teeth, flashing sharp canines. Beast indeed.
I stood as much as I could with my thighs still straddling his, tugging his hair to draw his head down. Even like this he was too tall, having to bend forward to take my peaked nipple into his mouth. The chain around his throat dug into his skin, making it that much harder.
He wasn’t easily discouraged. With a rough and slightly muffled “C’mere.” Kӧnig slipped my pants from my hips. Sliding his hands over the small of my back, he grabbed a handful of my ass and lifted me up higher. My knees settled on either side of his hips, thighs pinned against the arm rests due to the complete lack of room on the seat. I braced my hands on his impressive biceps and straightened. I was slightly taller in this new position, which gave Kӧnig better access to my chest.
One of his hands traveled up to the base of my neck, supporting my head as it fell back. His other hand remained on my ass, pulling my hips against his abs repeatedly, fingers kneading the flesh. His mouth never left my tits, tongue swirling over the exposed one. He drug his teeth over my nipple, pulling it slightly before letting go and soothing the pain with his tongue again, drawing moans and whimpers from me. He was enjoying himself. Eyes half closed in concentration, sighing and purring against my tits. Getting off on all the sinful sounds I made.
Abruptly, I pushed his shoulders back, underestimating my strength and overestimating the balance of the chair. It teetered on it’s back legs, Kӧnig’s weight giving it the final push to tip completely over and crash to the ground.
Not really thinking, I laced my fingers together on the back of Kӧnig’s head, pulling it to my chest so he wouldn’t crack it against the tile floor as we landed with a clatter. The force of the fall tossed me from the seat of the chair to land on all fours over Kӧnig, but I caught myself before I ate shit. quickly steadying myself before looking down.
Interestingly, I’d landed with my twitching cunt directly over his face, my cargos bunched up at my knees. Before I could move Kӧnig’s eyes went black. Gorgeous hazel darkening as his pupils enveloped the color. I chuckled and swayed my hips teasingly, daring him to.
Almost too fast to see, his hands latched onto my thighs, fingers digging in harshly as he pulled my pussy to his mouth. Kissing over the damp fabric of my panties before hooking his thumb into them and pulling them to the side. He licked his lips, then dragged his tongue over my slit. Moaning at the taste before going back for more. I groaned and dropped down on one elbow, thighs trembling as he swept his tongue over me again and again.
“You taste so good, frau…” The rest of his sentence tapered off into a purr, his mouth was too busy to make words.
He was surprisingly good for a virgin. I pulled myself up with my core muscles, trying to give myself a better view. And what a fucking view.
Kӧnig’s lower face disappeared between my thighs, hiding what he was doing, but I could feel every movement his tongue made against me. His eyes were mostly closed in ecstasy, eyelids fluttering when my pussy clenched around his tongue. His arms were wrapped around my thighs, flexing to hold them in place. Squishing them against his cheeks and leaving more of his eye black on them.
Honestly, I was wearing more of it at this point. Not that I minded. His hands moved underneath me, spreading my pussy for his mouth. I pushed my cunt harder into his face, choking on a moan when his eyes flashed and he began devouring me like a man starved.
I leaned back, bracing my hands against his abs, and brutally thrusted my cunt into his face. But it wasn’t enough.
“Here, baby.” I grabbed one of his hands, positioning a couple fingers over my clit. “Touch me here..”
Kӧnig complied, pressing his fingertips into the little bundle of nerves. Pulling it up to lick the underside. “A– Ah! Good boy, make little circles and- oh fuck!” as soon as the praise had left my lips he latched on to my clit, sucking it between his teeth and clamping down.
My breath faltered, shaky moans dripping lewdly from my lips as he continued his abuse. Flicking the bud with his tongue every once in a while to soothe the pain.
Emboldened, Kӧnig pushed a single finger into me, simply pumping it straight in and out, but his hands were so big it hardly mattered. Just one of his fingers was as big as two of mine and much longer. I slid one of my hands over his, slipping two of my fingers in my cunt alongside his and cupping his digit. I pushed on his finger, teaching him how to bend it just so, helping him find that spongy spot inside me. He learned fast, sucking on my clit harder, in perfect tandem with our fingers fucking in and out of me.
“Ngh! F– fuck! You’re gonna make me– ” I threw my head back, one hand in Kӧnig’s hair to hold him right there. I ground against his face mercilessly, my desperate mewls filling the air and driving Kӧnig to go faster.
“Bitte, Bitte! Cum on my face please. I want– wanna taste it. Please, ma’am! I’ll do anything!”
It was so tempting, but his begging reminded me why I was really here. So reluctantly I pushed myself to my knees, Kӧnig followed my cunt desperately, even though he was gasping for breath. His whines rang in my ears and echoed in my pussy’s throbs. I hovered over his face, his drool and my juices dripping.
He dug his fingers into the meat of my thighs, trying to pull me back down to sit on his face. My thighs trembled as I fought his grip, so I pulled his hands away and pinned them above his head, wrapping the leftover chain around them to hold them in place.
“Tell me what the target's information was.” I demanded, voice a lot less shaky than I felt. “Tell me and… I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” I slid my body back, dragging my hips over his stomach. “In any hole you want.”
I ran a single finger over his chin, smirking as he opened his mouth obediently for it, but I didn’t give it to him. I pushed his hands down as he reached for me again, and waited for his answer.
Kӧnig didn’t even have the decency to get angry. He was so pussy drunk, his brain so foggy with lust and the knowledge he could do anything he wanted to me if he only answered my question. He simply answered.
“He said… the nukes are in a warehouse in Moscow. The terrorists want to launch them on New Year's Day, at midnight. In New York City and the American capital, some other major cities. They’re gonna blame it on Russia. Please, ma’am. I answered your question. Please, let me touch you, please please.” The last beg was a gasp, his voice breaking off into a husky whisper.
The American New Year. That was a few months from now, plenty of time to finish what I’d started, and by that I meant Kӧnig. But he looked so perfect right now. Tears in his eyes, chest and arms straining against the chains I still held. Breathing so hard he was practically panting. I could feel his hips flexing behind me, thrusting into nothing. He was so hard by now I was surprised he hadn’t broken his zipper. Little hiccups and whines of frustration left his lips as his brow furrowed. Oh, he wanted it, and I wanted him just like this.
He looked so desperate, the evil little thing in me churned to life. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to see him just like this all the time. I leaned forward, ghosting our lips together and purring.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg.”
I rolled off him, fixing my pants so they didn't fall around my ankles, and pulled on his chain. It wrapped around his wrists, winding all the way up his arms and ending in the loop around his neck. With a few tugs I had the chair upright again. I stood in front of him, cargos open and slung low on my hips, showing off my slightly askew panties. Black tank pushed up over my ribs, broken strap dangling. My hand still wrapped around his chain like a leash.
“What do you want to do to me, Kӧnig?” I asked, letting the stain of my wicked intentions darken my voice.
I stalked closer, kneeling in front of him and dropping the chain. I slid my hands up his clothed thighs, rubbing my thumbs in little circles just centimeters away from the base of his cock. His hips twitched, his boots braced on the ground to thrust worthlessly into the air. Kӧnig lifted his chained arms, biting down on his fist to quiet his little sounds. I noticed the chains around his legs had come loose, probably when we accidentally flipped the chair.
Kӧnig swallowed and dropped his arms. I tracked his adams apple, bobbing in and out of sight under the chains. He began pawing at his crotch lazily, teeth digging into his lip as his eyes jumped from my eyes, to my lips, to the shirt barely concealing my breasts and back again.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, baby.” I stood again. Bracing my weight on the chair’s armrests, I leaned closer to his mouth, stopping a hair's breadth away, waiting to see what he’d do.
Kӧnig’s pupils were so blown out I could hardly see the iris anymore. He flicked them between over me, his hips still flexing involuntarily.
“I want to fuck you.”
“I gathered that, Kӧnig.” I lowered my voice when I said his name, enjoying the way his eyes glassed over as I spoke it. “How?”
“Hard. I want to stretch out your pussy with my cock. I want to come in you so many times you won't be able to move without feeling me inside.”
This side of him was so different from how he’d been before. His voice deeper, accent painting his words in a lewd light. I bit my lip, rubbing my thighs together against my desire to jump his fucking bones.
“Mm. beg for it.”
“Bitte.”
“You can do better than that, baby. Hell, you were just a second ago.”
Kӧnig flushed scarlett at my reminder, no doubt remembering all his sweet little words and praises. Wanting me to cum on his face, wanting me to touch him.
“Bitte, fraulein, please let me fill your cunt. Please, I want to feel you around me. I’ll try so hard to be gentle, I want to be good for you, ma’am. Please, let me touch you, Bane”
“Hmm…” I straightened, tapping my chin in a show of thought as I looked him up and down. “Alright.”
“Oh, danke gott. Danke, danke, frau.” Kӧnig’s head dropped back, baring his throat to me. His dick flexed in his pants, a distinct wet spot where the head pressed uncomfortably into his fly.
I moved my hands over him slowly, brushing my thumbs over his nipples through his shirt, digging my nails into the meatiest part of his pecs. Kӧnig’s breathing picked up, and I could tell he was getting impatient. So I moved my hands down, stroking him softly through his cargos. I barely grazed my finger over his slit before he thrust his hips desperately into my hand.
I undid his zipper, Kӧnig sobbing at the release of his cock. The monster sprung out of his cargos and hit his stomach with an audible pat despite his briefs still concealing it. It was so hard it was practically flush against his stomach, the head reaching more than halfway up his torso.
I enjoyed the show for a little while, Kӧnig’s dirty moans doing complicated things to my stomach. But… well I just really wanted to see him cry. So I took my hands off his body and turned, swaying my hips tauntingly as I called over my shoulder.
“On second thought, I think I’ll just leave you here to figure that out yourself. Bye bye, baby.”
Kӧnig’s defeated whimpering nearly made me turn back around and give him what he wanted, but the sounds were so perfect and I didn’t want them to stop. So I walked to the door, planning on going in the surveillance room and watching as Kӧnig fucked his chained hands, imagining it was me. But I didn’t even get the door open all the way before it slammed against the wall, nearly breaking off its hinges.
“Aw, Hell.” I dropped my shoulders. This was going to suck, or at least I was.
My lieutenant stood in the doorway.