1 . Name: TwoRefined @ 2011-08-10 19:13

Brain was starting to hurt. Did this instead. Heavily influenced by Marty.

I REGRET NOTHING.

(Also, you'd BETTER not judge me. You know who you are!)

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This was a great honor for RED Soldier.

It was very rare for anyone to be called to the Main HQ. He couldn’t even be bothered to care that he had to be drugged, tied up, and blindfolded before his arrival. Now he was standing in the midst of a long, dark corridor, whose only supply of light came from weak, fluorescent lights overhead. One was flickering. It probably needed to be changed soon.

After carefully preening himself to make sure that there were no wrinkles on his jacket or scuffs on his helmet, he rapped precisely three times on the huge double doors.

“COME IN, MISTER DOE,” came the immediate, snarling response as the intercom above him crackled to life. “I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY. I AM VERY BUSY.”

You’d think that after all this time, fighting with her screaming overhead, he’d be immune to it by now. But hers wasn’t a voice one could ever fully build a tolerance to. He sighed, trying to still his pounding heart, and strode in with all of the strength and conviction of a true American.

A stiff solute. “Ma’am, Jane Doe reporting for duty, ma’am! You wished to see me?”

The Administrator was sitting in a rather large swiveling chair in front of a wall of television sets. All that showed in the glowing glass machines was static. It was the only illumination of the entire room.

“Come in, Jane,” the woman purred in her usual malicious tone. “And shut that door behind you. This isn’t a barn.”
“Yes ma’am.”

The man did as he was told, and marched up to her, his back still as stiff as a board. Another solute. “What is it I can do for you, ma’am?”

The Administrator just took a long draw on the cigarette between her lips, staring at him through half-lidded eyes for a thoroughly unsettling amount of time.

“Mister Doe…” she started, pressing her long, spider-like fingers together. “Do you know why you’re here?”
Without missing a beat, Soldier responded, “You are giving me a promotion!”
“… No.”
“I am receiving an award for singlehandedly killing more of those BLU sunnuva bitches in a week than most have in their entire careers!”
“No. Mister Doe, you are—”
“Wait! I almost have it! Canada has FINALLY been eradicated!”

“Mister Doe!” the woman snapped, bringing him back to attention. “Let’s just end the suspense now, shall we?” She huffed slightly on the cigarette, and sat back, comfortably in her chair, legs crossed. “You are here to service me physically. I have chosen you because your body structure and certain parts of your… anatomy are the most pleasing to a woman of my tastes.”

It took Soldier a moment to register what, exactly, was wanted of him. A dry gulp. “You… You mean… As in… SEX?”
“Yes. Now.”
“Uhhhhhh………”

Soldier shrank away as if the woman had spontaneously combusted. “I… I’m not sure, Miss… Uh… I… I don’t really… You’re not…”
“Mister Doe, that was not a request. I OWN you now. Heart and soul. Don’t you remember your contract?”

She uncrossed her legs, and Soldier quickly shifted his attention to the floor, face growing pale. “Well, er… Yes, ma’am, but I… um… I’m not comfortable with…” A shudder.

A sneering smile. “What is that I’m seeing, Mister Doe? FEAR?” she jeered, flicking the ash from the tip of her cigarette. “My, and here I was, thinking I had an American trooper under my command. Instead, it seems I have stumbled across a long-haired, Canadian hippie!”

Soldier wasn’t very insightful, but somehow, he knew what she was trying to do. He whined slightly. But just because he knew, it didn’t mean he could just back down from it, either. His pride, loyalty, and love for his country wouldn’t let him.

“A…Alright,” he muttered, still looking down. His hands balled up into fists. “I’ll do it.” A contract was a contract, after all.
“You’re damn right you will,” the Admin responded, taking another lazy puff. “Take off your clothes. Slowly.”

Soldier felt as if there was a block of lead in the pit of his stomach. Fighting back shudders, he began slowly unbuttoning his jacket and unlacing his boots under the Administrator’s sharp gaze.

He carefully removed and folded every piece of clothing, and folded them neatly off the time. He wondered if Helen knew he was stalling.

When he came to the waistband of his boxers, there came a sharp, “Leave them. For now.”

Soldier couldn’t form words for how happy he was to hear that.

She slowly eased her legs wider, still huffing her cigarette. “Come here.”
Soldier gulped slightly and inched forward a bit.
An impatient, “Closer. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Soldier did as he was told, breath catching in his throat.
A purr of approval. “On your knees.”

Soldier was almost dizzy from the wave of nausea that hit him at that moment. He knew what she was going to ask from him, and was not looking forward to it.

Long, spindly fingers rolled back the edges of her dress, revealing a pair of lacy black underwear. On another woman, it might have even been sexy.

Carefully measured breaths. “I trust you know what to do.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the man muttered.