This was written for a good friend of mine on DeviantArt, she's a bloody genius and draws slash just the way I like it, which is violent and bloody :P

I don't own the characters, just the story concept.

Warning - contains violence, strong language, and generally disturbing stuff including non-con eventually.

Read, review and enjoy!

The malicious laugh escaped his lips before he could stop it. Looking at the syringe in his hand, Dr Richtofen felt the pride swell within him. He had triumphed once again over that pig-headed American, and now he was at his mercy. Grinning sadistically, he gazed at his prey appreciatively. Tank Dempsey, the hard-as-nails marine now reduced to a slave, bound and gagged. The sight sent shivers down the doctor's spine. Oh how he had dreamt of this moment, finally being granted time alone with his favourite experiment. Placing the syringe on his instrument tray, he rubbed his gloved hands together in anticipation of what was to come, and waited for Dempsey to awake.

It was a while before Dempsey regained consciousness, but when he did he knew immediately that something was very, very wrong. As he tried to breathe, there was something in his mouth preventing sufficient amounts of air reaching his lungs. His eyes shot open and he tried to move.

Oh fuck no…

The normal routine was being strapped to a metal slab and poked and prodded for a few hours, before having his daily injection administered and thrown back into his cell.

He looked up to find the cause for the dull ache in his shoulders. His hands were bound by a chain above his head, and his arms had been taking his weight while he was unconscious. As he became alert, he realised that his situation was getting worse.

There was a piece of material that had been stuffed into his mouth, and tied behind his head. He tried to shift it with his tongue but with no success. Willing his legs to move, he just about managed to stand. But his legs were so weak that he still had to take the vast majority of his weight on his arms. Breathing heavily through his nose, he began attempting to tug at the chains in the vague hope that he could free himself.

"Zhere really is no point in trying to break your bonds" came a voice from in front on him.

He knew that voice; he had been visited by its owner a few times over the last few days.

'All those Krauts were the same, but this guy was different. He always had that look in his eye, that demeanour that unnerved me' Dempsey thought.

Granted being experimented on was wholly unnerving, but this one individual stood out to Dempsey. This was down to the fact that Dr Richtofen always took his time when examining the marine, always drawing out every single procedure. Dempsey didn't know why, but he wasn't sure he wanted to find out.

Said man then stepped forwards, allowing Dempsey to see him.

He was wearing his uniform, a black shirt and trousers with leather boots and gloves. He had placed his white lab coat on top of his uniform, and Dempsey could make out patches of blood on it.

"Ah Tank, you are finally avake"

He sounded excited, and his voice was tainted with tinges of arousal. This stirred fear on a primal level within Dempsey, the realisation of the severity of his predicament dawning upon him.

Completely defenceless, the insane doctor could do whatever he wanted to the bound marine.

'Where to begin?' Richtofen thought to himself.

Tank Dempsey, in the doctor's view, was the perfect soldier. He had the Aryan looks, the blonde hair and striking blue eyes. His fiery personality could potentially serve well on the battlefield, and he was rather intelligent. The one thing that astounded Richtofen was Dempsey's muscular structure. Despite being toned before he had been exposed to 115, the element had served to enhance his physical condition. Having him strapped to the shining steel slab was the highlight of Richtofen's day. The opportunity to trail a scalpel across the tan skin and release the blood pumping beneath…the thought had Richtofen panting.

The Nazi could feel the excitement building within him, and he watched the panic enter Dempsey's eyes as he reached for his beloved scalpel.

There will be more I assure you :] let me know what you think