General Natalia Solokov looked around the bunker with the unease of instinct. Something was going wrong and she didn't know what. The bunker's planning room was quiet, the only other person was the Chinese information specialist. The girl's dark hair shone in the light, making the industrial room softer just by being in it. Her eyes were focused on the screen, as they had been six hours ago.
A soft groan escaped Mei-Ling's lips as she forced herself to lift her head from the screen and blink slowly, a frown between her brows. Natalia knelt down beside her, a hand gently pressing onto her shoulder, making the smaller woman flinch. "Mei-Ling? What is it?" Natalia asked, peering at the monitor with concern. The scrolling rows of code had slowed to a crawl before coming to an abrupt halt; something that was unusual in and of itself given Mei-Ling's diligence. The younger woman looked up, her eyes unfocused as if she'd lost herself somewhere inside. "It's done," she whispered. Her hand crept back onto the keyboard, hesitating for a moment as if steeling herself before returning to work.
Natalia felt the muscles in her arms stiffen and relax as she studied Mei-Ling. "No." she said, command in her voice. "That's enough. Get some sleep, that's an order." Mei-Ling's head snapped back up, a mix of relief and panic written across her features. "No time, General," she argued, her fingers dancing over the keys once more with renewed vigor. The screen flickered back to life as lines of data began flowing past. "We have to know what they're planning before-" Nat pulled her bodily to her feet. Mei-Ling resisted, but Natalia's grip was unyielding. With a tug and twist she forced the woman onto her stool with an air of authority, then knelt down beside it until their eyes met at the same level.
"There is no way you are going to burn out now." Natalia said firmly, keeping Mei-Ling pinned there as she continued, "They want us broken before we can mount a meaningful strike. If you continue like this, they'll win. You need rest." Mei-Ling's expression shifted from stubborn to pensive and her body relaxed, though she kept eye contact with the General. It wasn't fear that made Natalia let go, but the unspoken understanding of their predicament and shared struggle.
Katina Garnier interrupted the moment, stepping in with a gust of cold air. Her athletic stride still betrayed the same exhaustion Mei-Ling showed. "It was a smooth patrol, Ma'am" Katina reported as she scanned the room before meeting Natalia's eyes, her own steady. The general returned the gaze, taking note of the faint bruises along the other woman's cheekbone and jawline.
"That's good," Natalia acknowledged gruffly. She rose to her full height. "Take Ms. Wong and get some food, and then sleep. I don't want either of you back for another ten hours. That's an order." Katina nodded but hesitated, glancing back at the monitor and Mei-Ling still seated in front of it. "We need to know what they have planned," Katina said softly. Natalia shot her a sharp look that held both censure and understanding, and turned back to Mei-Ling, reaching out with a calm authority to lift her chin until their eyes met. "I trust you to get us this information in your own way," Natalia told the younger woman, giving her shoulder a firm squeeze before letting it fall. "But do as I say now."
With an exasperated huff, Mei-Ling surrendered, allowing Katina to pull her off the stool and towards the exit. Natalia watched them go with an unspoken assessment: They would make better warriors when they were well-rested; right now, she couldn't afford that luxury. The general turned her attention back to the screen. The Chinese girl's elegant code may as well be hieroglyphs. The fate of countless women rested on their success – and every second counted.
She stood again and walked towards the makeshift infirmary at the rear of the space. She entered the dimly lit room and approached a figure lying on an army cot, swathed in bandages and surrounded by various medical devices beeping softly.
"Raisa?" Katina's voice was low and urgent as she knelt beside the wounded woman, gently grasping her hand. "Can you hear me? We're so close to getting rid of those pigs once and for all." Raisa squeezed Katina's fingers weakly before her eyes fluttered closed, a look of immense pain etched on her pale face.
Katina's grip tightened painfully as she fought back the urge to scream at Raisa to wake up. "You will! You have to!" The wounded rebel's eyelids flickered open again and she whispered hoarsely, "Promise me...we'll make them pay..." Katina nodded fiercely. "We won't let you down, Raisa. Not this time." She kissed the woman's forehead before standing up, her jaw clenched in determination. The regime had taken so much from them already – they wouldn't get anything else.
With renewed resolve, Katina strode out of the infirmary and into the shadows outside, lost in thought about the mission ahead and what lay in store for Natalia's group once they succeeded in their task...for better or worse. Her thoughts distracted her a moment too long, a movement too far. She barely had time to scream as the bag came down over her head. Katina flailed wildly, but was quickly subdued by the unseen assailant and dragged away into the darkness.
She woke with a start in a cold concrete room, stripped and handcuffed. A single bulb illuminated her naked form, casting eerie shadows across the walls. The door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing ominously through the small space. Katina struggled against her restraints, but they held firm – she was at their mercy.
A harsh voice rang out from the darkness. "You're a long way from your precious rebels now, Katina Petrov." A figure emerged, cloaked in shadow. As he stepped closer to the light, Katina recognized the cold, calculating gaze of General Aleksandr Kuznetsov – the very man she and Natalia's group had been planning to infiltrate for months.
He leaned against a wall opposite her, arms crossed over his chest as he inspected Katina from head to toe. The Russian girl was just 26 years old, toned and now shaved below the waist. Her chestnut hair hung in tangles around her face, adding a touch of vulnerability that did nothing to diminish the danger she presented. Below that frightened face her breasts still stood out on their own, capped with little red nipples poking out in the cold air.
"I must admit," Aleksandr began with an unsettling smile, "your reputation precedes you. It seems you've managed to evade my men for quite some time." His eyes raked over her body once more. "We have you now, don't we?" He reached out a hand and pinched her right nipple hard. Katina winced as pain lanced through her chest.
"You see, I'm going to break you," Aleksandr continued in a voice that sent chills down Katina's spine. "Turn you into one of my loyal whores." The voice wasn't chilling because of emotion in it. It was chilling because it was casual, calm. Like asking for extra mushrooms in his soup. He reached out and ran a finger along the curve of her breast once more before trailing it down between her legs.
Katina's body reacted involuntarily to his touch, an instinctual flaring of arousal that she instantly hated herself for. She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to let him see it, but he chuckled softly at her reaction regardless. "You're already responding, Katina. The conditioning has begun."
The door clanked open again and a young woman, barely in her teens, was dragged in by two burly guards. Her blonde hair hung in disheveled strands around her tear-stained face as she cowered against them, terrified.
"Natalia's little protégée," Aleksandr remarked with a sneer. "She's been screaming for hours. Quite the fighter...just like you." He snapped his fingers and one of the guards forced the girl to her knees before him. Katina watched in horror as he shoved his pants down, revealing his thick erection.
"Show our guest how it's done," Aleksandr instructed coldly, his eyes never leaving Katina. Elina Chase clamped her mouth and eyes shut, a tear streaming down her face. "Now now, my girl", the man said in a sicky sweet voice. His backhand knocked her to the ground. The blonde girl wept openly as he dragged her up again by her hair.
"Remember, Katina," Aleksandr continued, "this is what they did to you before they brought you here." He gestured at the young woman trembling before him. "They'll do it all over again to your whole team once I'm done with you...unless you cooperate."
With that, he turned his attention back to Elina Chase and held her by her hair in front of his erection. "Will you do it now or later, my little sweetpea?" he cood. The girl began screaming until he forced himself inside her mouth.
Katina's body responded despite herself, the sight of that violation causing a rush of heat between her legs. Her face flushed with shame and anger at being manipulated in such a way. She struggled against the cuffs as Aleksandr watched, his eyes gleaming with triumph as she felt another wave of arousal wash over her. Elina's fear on her face as his cock went all the way down her throat. "If he uses me like that", she rationalized "young Elina" can have a break". She didn't realize she had spoken out loud until she saw his smirk. "Ah, you're getting jealous of your friend?" Katina shook her head vehemently as Aleksandr continued to guide the blonde's bobbing head up and down on him.
"No, no! It's just...I can still fight." Her voice wavered despite her brave facade. "Fight? You've already lost," Aleksandr said with a laugh. "You're ours now – body and soul." With that he pushed Elina away from him, sending the girl crashing to the floor in tears. He approached Katina, his erection still painfully hard. The young woman cowered against her restraints as he loomed over her.
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"Let's start your training," Aleksandr murmured, running a hand through her hair, his fingers twisting into the strands cruelly until she winced. "I want you to take me in your mouth." He stepped back and gestured at the girl on the floor, who was sobbing uncontrollably. "When you're done with me, Elina will suck me too...and so will everyone else on Natalya's team once they join us."
Katina's mind reeled as Aleksandr waited for her to comply. She knew she had to resist him, but his words made her wonder what he had in store for the others. What if they were right now suffering a fate similar to hers? With a deep breath, Katina parted her lips. "No no, he said, with a light slap. "Not with that attitude. This blonde here is more entertaining... you have five seconds to fix that look in your eye before I amuse myself with her instead of you" Aleksandr's finger traced over the curve of her cheek, and Katina felt her heart stutter with fear.
She swallowed hard and forced herself to gaze up at him with the submissive expression she had been trained on. The expression she swore she would never use again, trying to mask the rebellious fire burning inside. "Please rape me" She said the hated words. The words of a slave. She was ashamed but it was what he wanted. What they all wanted.
Aleksandr's eyes gleamed as Katina submitted before him. "Good girl," he murmured, stroking her cheek once more. His fingers trailed lower, brushing over her collarbone and down the center of her chest until he reached the top curve of her breast.
"I'm going to make you my toy," Aleksandr whispered, leaning in close. "And when I'm finished with you, you'll give Elina to me with a smile." Katina bit back a sob as she looked at her friend, now kneeling again out of dumb muscle memory from the training. She saw the fear and misery in those blue eyes – they were both prisoners here, with no hope of escape. Aleksandr's hand wrapped around her breast, squeezing painfully hard as he brought his face closer to hers. "Say it," he demande