♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,087
You should have known better.
Should have learned by now that no kindness goes unpunished. That the moment you start responding to soft hands, to a quiet voice, to even the tiniest fucking shred of mercy—you seal your fate.
Now you’re here. Bent over a makeshift desk in the commander’s tent, face smashed against the rough wood, the stink of sweat, gunpowder, and raw fury clogging your senses. The air is thick with him—heat, smoke, leather, the lingering tang of blood, like he was just out killing before he came to punish you.
His grip is a vice on the back of your neck, so strong you feel each individual tendon flex under thick, calloused skin as he presses you down, shoving your spine into an unnatural arch. Your arms are useless, twisted behind your back, wrists caged in just one of his massive hands, squeezing so hard the bones grind together. Your legs shake—tiny, weak things compared to him, barely able to take his weight.
A dark chuckle rumbles from behind you, low and gruff, curling around your throat like barbed wire. “Not even trying to fight back, lapochka?” he drawls, deep and mocking, voice dripping with condescension. His hips grind forward, the monstrous heat of him pressing against you, rutting in slow, deliberate strokes. “Hah. Got comfortable, da? Thought you could pick favorites? Thought you could let some weakling treat you like a person?”
A sharp pain lances through your chest at the memory. A soldier—too soft, too gentle—had given you water. Let you rest after they passed you around like a disposable rag. Whispered apologies, cleaned you up, treated you like something more than a nameless hole. And you—stupid, naive thing—had leaned into it.
Now you’re here. Trembling under the weight of the man who actually owns you.
He tuts, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as his other hand leaves your neck only to spread you open, thick fingers prying at your raw, ruined hole—torn up from days, weeks, months of use. You jolt at the sharp sting of it, at the way he just—invades, inspects, like you’re nothing but property to be checked over. He hums, pleased and cruel, pressing a thick digit inside, watching the way you twitch and gasp.
“Not even tight anymore.” His voice drips contempt, full of biting, condescending amusement. “Let those fuckers ruin you, hm? Greedy little thing. Didn’t take long for you to spread your legs, eh?”
Your stomach lurches at the way he says it—like you had a choice, like you were begging for it.
A sharp, vicious slap lands across your ass, the crack of skin-on-skin ringing through the tent. You jolt, body instinctively trying to curl in on itself, but he’s got you trapped. The pain barely has time to register before he lines up, the brutal, searing heat of his cock pressing against your entrance.
Too big. It’s always too fucking big.
You whimper, thrashing weakly, knowing it’s useless, knowing how this goes, knowing he wants the fight just to see you lose. But your body reacts before your brain can tell it to give up, every muscle locking up in useless resistance.
He laughs, deep and dark, grip tightening as he holds you still. “Da? You fight now? Pathetic.”
Then he shoves in.
A broken, strangled noise rips from your throat as pain explodes through your gut. Your body stretches—too wide, too much, stuffed full of thick, unrelenting heat. His cock forces you open in brutal, raw inches, splitting you apart on sheer size alone. No prep, no warning—just brutal force, forcing you to take him, forcing you to accept.
Your mouth opens in a silent scream, but no sound comes out. Your body trembles violently, fingers curling into the wood of the desk, nails digging into splinters, eyes squeezing shut as agony burns through your insides.
He groans, deep and guttural, pressing his weight against you, grinding himself deeper. “Feel that, dorogaya?” The words come through gritted teeth, his own breath shuddering as he bottoms out, stuffing you full. His cock pulses inside you, stretching, bruising, ruining. “That’s what you get for being a little whore.”
He pulls back just enough to slam forward again, setting a pace that’s brutal and unforgiving. Every thrust forces you forward, slamming your hips against the edge of the desk, bruising skin already painted in older, faded purples. Each snap of his hips is sharp, merciless, each one punctuated by the obscene sound of wet skin-on-skin, the slick squelch of your ruined hole struggling to take him.
“You liked it when he touched you, da?” he breathes, voice thick with something dark, something dangerous. His teeth graze your ear, a cruel smirk in his tone. “Thought you could be his little pet instead?”
A choked sob escapes, body wracked with pain, exhaustion, humiliation. He laughs at the sound, amused, cruel. “Nyet, lapochka. You don’t get kindness. You don’t get mercy.”
Another slap lands on your ass, harder than the last, making you jolt. His fingers dig deep into your bruised flesh before traveling up, wrapping around your throat, dragging you up until your back is flush against his chest, forcing you to arch for him.
His grip tightens, cutting off your air, making your vision blur at the edges. “Say it.”
Your lips part, but nothing comes out, your throat crushed under the weight of his fingers.
He clicks his tongue, almost pitying, almost amused. “What’s wrong, dorogaya? Thought you liked being treated nice. Don’t tell me you need him to save you.”
He releases your throat just enough for you to suck in a desperate breath, coughing, choking, tears streaking down your face. He waits, gives you a second—then thrusts back into you with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs.
“Say it.”
Your body convulses, every nerve fried, mind blank from pain, exhaustion, the unbearable stretch of him inside you. The words stumble out, broken, ragged, barely recognizable as your own voice. “I—I belong to you.”
The moment the words leave your lips, he groans, deep and satisfied, fucking into you harder, faster, like a reward for finally submitting.
“That’s right,” he growls, panting against your skin. “You’re mine. And if I ever catch you looking at another man again—” His grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging deep, possessive, bruising. “I’ll fuck you in front of them. Make them watch while I ruin you.”
Tears spill down your cheeks, useless and ignored.
You should have known better.
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