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You’d dispatched the man Selby and your handler had hinted at as being a thorn in her side, your mind blank as you returned to Handler, grabbing the hot barrel of the gun and turning the grip towards him. It burned in your hand, but you didn’t react. Couldn’t react. It had been drilled into you long ago to behave this way, and were you in your right mind, you would have realized it was a way to disable you, albeit briefly, in the event you wanted to turn your violence to the one controlling you.
Handler paid no mind to the sound of weapons being armed and aimed, just gently took the gun from your hands and set it down beside him. You could already feel the burn starting to heal. “Good girl.” He pulled you slowly into his lap, straddling his hips, and kissed you gently before shoving you off his lap to the ground.
You stayed there, waiting until he clicked his tongue, your signal to get back up on your knees by his side.
Selby sat there, stunned. “Well isn’t this interesting,” she mused. She waved her hand, and her men lowered their weapons.
“The Winter Soldier is good if you want people to know you have muscle,” Handler explained. “She is good when you want people to believe you are vulnerable. I’ve found that she suits my needs better.” He wove his fingers in your hair and pressed your cheek into his thigh. “And I suspect you’ll find similar… benefits in the Winter Soldier that I’ve found in this one.”
“I believe I will,” Selby teased, looking towards the Winter Soldier and plotting how to use it for her entertainment. She turned her attention back to Handler. “You know what, I think I could use another demonstration. Just to… confirm the soldier’s worth.”
Handler raised an eyebrow, acting amused. “I don’t see the harm,” he reasoned. His voice was tight, revealing himself to you, though it appeared no one else noticed. “Besides, it may be my last chance to use the soldier.”
“All of you,” Selby insisted, turning her attention to Smiling Tiger. “Why don’t you join him on the couch?”
Smiling Tiger swallowed hard but did as instructed, sitting on the opposite end of the couch as Handler, as far away as he could.
Handler chuckled. “Come now, no need to be modest,” he teased. He moved so he had his knee pressed against his companion’s, his hand wrapped in your hair to pull you along. Suddenly, he switched to Russian. “Štír, over my knee. Pleasure him. Soldat, behind her.”
You mindlessly obeyed, lifting yourself over Handler’s knees so your mouth could reach Smiling Tiger’s crotch. At the same time, you felt the Winter Soldier settle behind you, not touching, not yet. Instantly, you grew wet, knowing what was to come.
No sooner than you freed Smiling Tiger’s cock from his pants did you feel two hands- one flesh and one metal- grab your wrists and pull them to the small of your back. Handler’s commands didn’t always need to be spoken.
Again, had you been able to act independently, you may have taken a moment to think. To admire Smiling Tiger’s cock as it became hard under your gaze and despite his discomfort. To acknowledge the heat in his thighs and his cheeks as he reluctantly embraced the taboo for the sake of the mission. As he embraced his own arousal at having you bent over him, with an audience at that.
Your head dipped down, suckling the tip of his cock and tasting precum. Smiling Tiger’s breath hitched, and you took that as your signal to take him deeper. You heard one zipper being undone, then another, knowing what would come next.
A hand pushed your head down, forcing you to take Smiling Tiger’s cock in all the way, but it wasn’t his own. You’d recognize Handler’s touch anywhere, no matter how soft or rough, bare or gloved. He was in control here, just as he always was. A moan slipped past Smiling Tiger’s lips, hips jerking against you as his hand joined, then replaced Handler’s.
You bobbed your head up and down, Smiling Tiger’s hand guiding you to the pace he wanted, growling softly at the feeling of your tongue laving his cock with attention. Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier pulled your underwear to the side, its grip on your wrists tightening in warning before it thrust into you.
You didn’t moan. You didn’t cry out. You didn’t do anything to acknowledge the penetration. Handler hadn’t given you permission to yet, but you felt your pleasure quickly mounting despite this as every thrust brushed against your g-spot.
The Winter Soldier’s weight pressed down on your back as it leaned forward, the sucking sound and Handler’s sigh of pleasure telling you he was finally getting his pleasure from the soldier’s mouth.
Every thrust from the Winter Soldier shook your body, pulling you away or pushing you into Smiling Tiger’s pelvis. His moans and grunts, increasing in volume, were all the reward you needed, and you briefly managed to pull back enough to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, hollowing out your cheeks for one final move that had him twitching.
Smiling Tiger began to pull your head back as he neared his climax, but Handler rejoined him and pressed your head down as he had before, forcing his cock deep inside you as he came.
“Swallow it- all of it,” Handler grit out, voice tense and breathy as he fought back his own pleasure. You did as ordered, swallowing around Smiling Tiger’s cock, knowing it only prolonged his pleasure.
When Smiling Tiger relaxed his grip, Handler pulled your head back and up, allowing him to put himself back in his pants while the change in angle had the Winter Soldier’s cock press directly into your g-spot with every thrust.
“Good girl.”
You silently preened under the praise, eyes flitting closed as Handler pushed your head back down, turning you to face Selby.
“Why are they so quiet?” she demanded, and your eyes opened again to see the white-haired woman eying you with suspicion. She turned her attention to the Winter Soldier. “Him I can understand, his mouth is still full but her…” Back to you.
Handler chuckled, pressing down on your head harder. “Štír, enjoy,” he ordered.
The moans fell from your mouth, finally putting voice to the pleasure building inside you. You could finally acknowledge the tightened coil in your belly that tensed with every thrust, leaning your head back into the hand controlling it. “Yes!” you cried out. “Oh god, please, harder!”
You heard a tap on the soldier’s back behind you, and it grew more aggressive, the wet noise of your cunt and the slapping of its hips against your ass nearly drowning out your pleasure. Everything around you just made the situation that much better: the two men and the weapon involved, the woman across from you staring at you like a piece of meat, the guards who didn’t even try to hide their own arousal, palming their crotches like they were gonna get a turn with you next.
Handler must have noticed it too, a breathy chuckle escaping him. “Would you let all these strangers fuck you?” he asked teasingly.
You shook your head. “No,” you whimpered. “I belong to you- ohhhhhh!” A moan escaped you as the Winter Soldier’s flesh hand reached your clit, rubbing circles over it, and your heart raced as you thrust back against it, so close to cumming.
“And what if I said I wanted them all to fuck you?”
“Then I want them,” you cried out. “Ah! Oh god- oh- they would feel-” You swallowed, trying to take a moment to catch your breath. “They would feel so good. I want them, handler, please!”
Another laugh came from Handler, cut off by a moan, his hand massaging your scalp in an attempt to soothe your desperation. You wondered if his other hand was buried in the Winter Soldier’s hair, guiding its mouth up and down his cock like he’d guided you on Smiling Tiger’s. Two perfect weapons servicing their handler in any way he wanted. The thought sent another rush of wetness to your core.
“Or perhaps you want to use her as blackmail,” Handler mused. “Štír, resist.”
Instantly, everything that made the situation arousing turned terrifying, and you squirmed against the men holding you, tears springing to your eyes. The thrusts into your pussy too rough, the voyeurs lecherous. “Please, please stop!” you begged, faux-struggling to break free. “Please, let me go, I don’t want this!” Still, your pleasure built and built as you followed your handler’s commands, a slave to his word.
Smiling Tiger tensed under you, but you hardly even noticed, too caught up in your fear and pleasure.
A faint pop came from behind you as Handler pulled the Winter Soldier off his cock. “Soldier, frighten.”
“Fucking whore,” the soldier grit out in Russian. “That’s it, cry on my cock. Beg me hard enough and maybe I’ll stop.”
“Please,” you sobbed. “Please, you- you don’t have to do this, I won’t tell anyone-”
Handler moaned, hips bucking and his cock bumping into your arm. “But you enjoy this so much,” he mocked. “Your body betrays you.”
On cue, a moan fell from your mouth as you grew hyper-aware of every sensation. The pressure on your g-spot, the fingers on your clit while the heel of the soldier’s hand pressed into your pelvis, your nipples being dragged across the material of your dress, the hand in your hair-
“Desperate little slut.”
The Soldier’s words made a sob escape your mouth, weak pleas for freedom leaving your lips in tandem.
“Štír, enjoy.”
And just as quickly as the fear had come on, it vanished, the coil of pleasure in your belly impossibly tight as Handler pulled the Winter Soldier back down on his cock.
“I can make them go like this for hours- days,” Handler bragged. “They can’t cum until I tell them to. I can make them beg and plead, keep them hard and wet indefinitely if I wanted. But even if they were untouched, unaroused, they would still climax the moment… I… said… cum.”
It all happened at once. Your body shook as your orgasm crashed through you, squirting in time as the Winter Soldier’s cum filled you and your handler tensed in a way that signaled his own climax, as if watching the two of you cum was what finally did him in. The spring in your core had finally snapped, moans devolving into whimpers as the Winter Soldier kept thrusting into you and massaging your clit while you spilled over its hand, not yet receiving the order to stop.
“That’s enough,” Handler panted, pulling the Winter Soldier back and granting you reprieve. “Satisfied?” he asked Selby. You missed the worried looks Smiling Tiger and the Winter Soldier shared, the waver in Handler’s voice.
“I am,” she declared. “You were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super soldier serum is here in Madripoor.”
All was going well, the mission back on track.
Until Smiling Tiger’s phone rang.