Little Soldats

The asset sat strapped in his chair, but this time they’d had him lay back almost like laying on a hospital bed.

He released the mouth guard they’d shoved in his mouth and looked around at the scientists who seemed to be waiting for something.

“Behave,  Soldat. Give us what we need and you might even enjoy it.” His stormy eyes glared at the man in the long white coat that injected him with something.

He soon realized what it was. Why did they want him like this?

The door opened and two guards entered holding a young woman between them. She wore a simple grey hospital gown tied in the front, long hair down to her waist. She looked terrified but did not cry, locking her jaw to hold it in.

“Ah, the vessel.” The doctor smirked. Grabbing her arm from the guards and walking her over to the asset.

He eyed her suspiciously and his gaze never strayed, confusion flicked in his eyes.

“What do you think, Soldat?” the doctor grabbed her jaw roughly and showed him her face. “She is very pretty, ah?”

No response.

“And you, little doll?” he shoved her closer still toward the shirtless man strapped to the table, metal arm gleaming in the light. He was already sweaty from his reset, muscles gleaming under the florescent lights of the lab.

“Answer.” He growled, angry when she opened her mouth but no words came out. Tears finally slid from her eyes, cheeks darkening.

The doctor rolled his eyes and swiftly undid the loose ties of her hospital gown, opening it to reveal her nakedness to the asset who seemed indifferent to it- scanning her quickly and finding no threat before returning to give the doctor a confused look.

He barked an order in Russian, something she didn’t understand but the asset nodded with a grunt. “I am ready to comply.” Was all he said with cloudy eyes and blown pupils.

“Take your position, girl. He will not hurt you.”

Shivering from the cold and fear, her small hands worked his scratchy pants open and shakily managed to pull his worryingly large erection from its confines.

The girl gulped nervously, looking at the doctor and his few assistants who stepped back but watched.

She frowned at his  size and tentatively turned to the doctor. “Do you…have something that can…help me? I’m not…” she looked down at her bare body.

“You will adjust. We can suture any tears. He looks big for you, golubka." [Little dove] he gave an amused smirk.

Her breath shook as she slowly climbed over the asset and hovered above his member. He looked at her blankly and didn’t move as she did this.

“Wait.”

She froze, looking back at the doctor- praying he changed his mind about this. “We are not monsters, girl. You will be his first in….a very long time. You may kiss him first. Perhaps it will help” he said,  knowing full well it wouldn’t.

He barked something in Russian to the man again, making his body go rigid. The woman perched herself across his lower abdomen, legs bent on either side of him in the wide chair.

She frowned and slowly leaned down to rest her forehead against his clammy one. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She murmured against his lips before she kissed him- receiving no feedback of any kind. Only compliance as he allowed her to do as she would.

The lab crew watched her kiss him, she closed her eyes but his remained wide open during.

When their lips smacked slightly as she pulled away, she met his eyes,  still crying, “I’m so sorry.”

“Enough. Proceed!” the doctor growled at her. “either you do, or we will give him an order you won’t like.”

The beauty whimpered, tossing her open hospital gown over her thighs leaving her fully bare to the soldat who’s intelligent eyes were locked on her face.

She lifted her hips and lined him up with her, crying out as she punctured herself with him. His breath shook just for a moment as the head pushed through.

She took him a couple of inches, whimpering as she worked against the friction since she was dry as a bone. She was stretched to the point of truly worrying about ripping at only half way down.

“T-too big…please…”

“Do it, whore!” the doctor growled.

She slid another burning couple of inches, thighs shaking. “I…I cant…” she yelped as two of the lab assistants came forward and each shoved down on her shoulders making her take him to the root.

Her scream of agony echoed in the lab and she could feel blood running down her thigh. The asset hissed involuntarily, hands curling around the arm rests-one being reinforced to withstand his metal grip.

“I knew you would enjoy this, Soldat.” The doctor grinned, pushing the assassians overgrown hair from his face as he continued to stare at the woman who’s entire body tensed at the intrusion.

The assets cold eyes slid down to their joining and watched her shakily rise and drop back down, drawing another grunt from him.

He could see the her blood running down his shaft and the tear in her opening when she rose. The burning intensified as she rubbed him against the cut, trying to get this over so the pain could stop.

Or at the very least, lessen.

The woman’s stomach bulged slightly each time her body swallowed him, the blood helping him slide but friction still made things difficult for her.

“Finish him, vessel. Retain his seed and it will be over.”

More tears slid down her cheeks at the doctors words.

Whimpering, she continued to ride the soldat until his body tensed, hips involuntarily raising and shuttering as his hands gripped the arm rests, fighting the restraints.

More hands rushed forward and pushed down on her shoulders again to force his head to push against her already brutalized cervix. The man arched and groaned as she felt hot liquid be shot as deeply into her as possible- making her sob.

The hands held her all the way down until his body relaxed under her, then remained as the doctor came over to look.

Shame and embarrassment flooded her as he leaned close to observe. He nodded approvingly and said something to the man again in Russian before undoing the straps on his arms.

Immediately,  his hands shot out and gripped her hips harshly under the gown. She gasped as he pulled her down harder still, the assistants released her in favor of this. One warm hand and the other cool.

“Please, it hurts!” she begged. “I did as you asked. Let me go!”

The doctor shook his head, “We need to give his seed the best chances we can. He will hold you still for twenty minutes, then we will return you to your cell until your stitches have healed enough for your next…injection.”

“You are a monster.” Her voice sounded broken.

“It will get easier, little one. Eventually you may enjoy it. Once your job is completed you will be given ample time to rest.”

“W-what is my job…exactly?”

The doctor laughed, “Poor girl. You are not simply a reward for the soldat…you will give him a greater gift than pleasure.”

Her gut twisted.

“You will breed with the asset.  We will study and raise your offspring to be the perfect soldiers with the serum already in their blood as it is in his.”

She broke into fresh sobs, wiping her eyes on the heels of her hands.

“Give it time, girl. He may not be one for conversation but statistically…he is well above average in all categories taken into account in this matter- as are you.” His eyes flicked up and down her body, lingering on her mound that was still firmly pressed against the assets pelvis.

“We have no doubt you will produce for us within the first three months of efforts.” He added, glancing at the intense stare the soldat was giving her.

“You will like him, girl. Once you’ve learned to. Soldat,” the eyes snapped to him. He said something in Russian then added, in English,  “give the lady a kiss. She was kind enough to give you one.”

“Yes.” He said numbly, sitting up like a snake coiling to strike. She gave a small cry as the movement rattled his still hard member inside of her.

Still gripping her hips, he sat up fully and she found herself bare chest to bare chest with him,  blushing deeply as he tilted his head at her, still staring.

He was definitely older than her, ten years at least, but his jaw was sharp and features firm, his vibrant blue eyes held an intelligence like she’d never seen.

“I knew you’d find him attractive, girl. You can’t help it. All women your age are weak to a handsome face. Even one that’s killed hundreds, like his.”

Her blood ran cold just before the doctor grunted, “Soldat.”

At the release command,  the man leaned forward a couple of inches and slotted his mouth over hers expertly. He was much better at this than she was, more experienced. She was expecting the gnashing of teeth but he was almost…tender with her.

“it seems he did retain something from his past after all.” The doctor chuckled, “Damskiy ugodnik.” [Ladies man]

She knit her brow, confused but hesitantly tried to kiss him back for fear of punishment.

He kissed her until she pushed at his chest for air, to her surprise he obliged.

The doctor checked his watch. “Ten more minutes. Feel free to go again while I’m gone if you wish, girl. He will allow it.”

She vehemently shook her head, “It hurts. Please I want to get up.”

“In ten minutes, not a moment sooner.” With that,  the doctor left.

The man still seated deeply inside her slid his hands from her bruised hips to her outer thighs, still pressing her flush with him but shifting the pressure a little.

“T-this must be awful for you.” She said, eyes on the scarred skin where his arm was connected. She wiped her eyes again and took a shuttery breath.

“They make you do horrible things, torture you and then make me…rape you.” Her voice cracked as he just stared at her face. “I know you don’t react without their command a-and I have no idea I-if what I’m saying registers to you, even…” she frowned deeply before hesitantly meeting his eyes with her grey ones. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know who you were before all of this…”she looked around the lab as best she could without moving the position of her body.

“But I’m sure this wasn’t voluntary for you either. And I know you’re in there somewhere. This isn’t your fault. None of this is.” She met his eyes, wet against his clouded ones.

Her body slipped a little at the pooling blood coming from her and she gave a short scream as she ripped a little more. “PLEASE!” She begged him, voice softening as his grip got firm again. “Don’t let that happen again…please…” her head fell to his bare flesh shoulder as her own shook with exhaustion and pain.

They remained that way until the lock clicked and the doctor returned with two guards.

“Isn’t this sweet?” he asked, wearing a twisted smile. “Soldat, release her.”

Immediately, his arms dropped to his sides.

The guards carefully lifted the half conscious woman off his manhood, having to pull hard to remove her. She screamed in agony as he rubbed against her tear one last time, she had no fight in her as the laid her on a tilted gurney with stirrups. Her lips were pale, skin clammy as the gown fell all the way open as her knees did.

The doctor wheeled a suture kit over and a stool on wheels, taking his place between her knees.

He looked mildly impressed as he surveyed the damage while dawning gloves, cleaning her up and sterilizing the needle.

“By comparison, golubka, I’m sure this will be nothing.”  [little dove]

The woman only whimpered as he stitched her back together dutifully, glancing up at her paling face every few seconds.

The winter soldier looked down at her blood on his body, then watched her as the doctor worked.

Her body was lax against the gurney, unfocused eyes that lacked the spark they’d held when she was brought in.

He watched a nurse hang a blood bag for her and insert the IV, getting no reaction at all.

“Back to your dwelling, Soldat. Your work is finished here.” The doctor said offhandedly as he knotted the suture.

Grunting in acknowledgement, the soldier stood and put himself away before leaving the room and not looking back.