How long had she been treading though these woods around her...?
She wasn't sure anymore. It was dusk and soon darkness would eclipse the forest she was in. Thankfully it had not been too cold given she'd been fleeing from him without any shoes. Her bare feet hurt and were covered in mud.
She was thankful she'd been used to not wearing a bra at least. Her loose shirt clung to her covered in sweat at this point in their little game, but what was even more agonizing at this point was the two very distinct toys just under her pants and panties that were vibrating away at her body.
Hours earlier he'd approached her shortly after she'd woken, it had been then that she'd been directed to lean over. She had obediently complied and with a little lubrication he'd carefully tucked two toys away inside of her. She'd stood and he'd made use of rope to ride tight between her thighs to hold them nice and snug to her lower regions in an effort to offer fuller effect.
From there he'd simply turned and headed towards the door in a swift enough about face. He had told her that she was to run from him and stay away from him under any cost. He had then explained that he would count to ten.
Quickly she'd pulled her pants back up but she had little chance for much else as she bolted out the window into a full run. He'd informed her that the woods outside the base were still booby trapped for the BLUs and that he would be in full gear in his hunt for her. The last note chilled her even now.
Five hours later and here she was. She'd had a few close calls in the mean time. Right now he was getting close to her again. She was thankful she'd managed to stop the blood from the bolt in her shoulder which had been giving her position away. The bolt was still trapped however. She also carried a deep gash in her side from his bone saw.
Moving forward she tried to keep her breath even and soft so that he might not even hear her if he were to grow nearer.
Tucking out of sight she'd slipped into a hollowed out log on the ground which made her stomach turn at the sight of all the bugs lined its decaying innards. She'd take observing him dissect an enemy cadaver over bugs any day of the week. Still shivering she'd tried her hardest to ignore the crawling around her as she focused on controlling such an involuntary reaction as best she could.
It was then that she'd heard footsteps and her heart sank into her stomach.
Had she any solace from the constant running she very well might have been grinding herself against the forest floor under her but that had seldom been the case. What he'd slid inside of her was as much to rouse her loins from their earlier slumber as to prepare her for whatever he'd have in store.
All of his hunts ended the same way and they would forever paint a vibrant sanguine on canvas of how delightfully cruel the German Doktor could be. Most ended any endeavors of understanding him right outside of white double doors that started his domain or at the end of their matches where he'd make himself scarce to prepare for wounded. There were, however, a few on his team that had dared to push past the man's violently cool exterior and murderous smiles to discover more than the creature of intelligence and precision he presented himself to be.
She had been gifted with a glimpse of more than just his illustrious love affair with organs and spread ribs. No, she'd glimpsed a facet of him that whispered of a simplistic hunger.
As she listened to twigs snap under polished jack boots she held her breath as she pleaded with her heart to grow silent to assist with her illusion of a stillness so serene that he might press on.
Her eyes darted about as she heard his steps slowly fade away. It was only after another five minutes that she dared only then to breathe more fully. She refused to move for, what seemed, another fifteen as she lowly trudged and wiggled free of the rot she'd submersed herself into.
Even outside of it, she kept her body low for a few moments so she could peer around as best she could. She worried not about the chunks of moist wood and bark stuck to her and then the moment finally came where she'd eased up very carefully.
The last thing she'd heard as something whizzed through the air and it was then that her entire body locked briefly and she cried out sharply as she took off into a staggered dash. She knew it'd been too good to be true. Whimpering she felt her leg starting to numb and grow heavy and it was then that she'd realized just how good of a shot that sadist of a hunter was with the lamb he sought; he'd surely severed some important nerve in her leg as she fell to what she knew was her doom.
Calloused hands dug into the Earth as her arms willed her along as best she could as the sound of shifting leather and firm sole drifted closer and closer to earshot. Tears had started to run down her eyes as her hushed sobs filled the air and it was then that she'd heard him stop but she dared not wonder why. Operating entirely out of instinct her mind screamed for her to run again and again and to that effect her body obeyed as much as it seemingly could. It had been then that she'd realized just why it was he'd stopped as she experienced an excruciatingly harsh pull to her thigh. She'd howled so sharply that she'd nearly wondered if she'd deafened herself momentarily. Everything around her meant nothing in that moment besides that bolt sloshing around stuck in her flesh.
"Jetzt, Jetzt, Fräulein. Du bist mien," he whispered in a soothe which contrasted the taunt agony he held in his grasp.
"No need to cause yourself anymore torment. That pleasure is mine now should I choose," he said in English now.
He had slowly been teaching the young warrior his native tongue so those words he knew she knew.
"Viktor, please n-no m-AHH!" she had no time to finish as her agony caught in her throat.
She could not see it-she dare not look at him but she could feel one of his amused and toothy grins line his worn features.
"A-ah auf Deutsch," he scolded, "and you know better than to USE MIEN NAME!" he said sharply he pulling at the wire looped 'round his fingers again as her agony filled the air-her forehead pressing into the ground as she dare not squirm to call out to another wave of pain.
"B-bitte," she pleaded.
"Bitte welches kind?" he asked sternly.
She took a long moment to try and calm herself enough to decipher what he'd said in his language but also to slow her tattered mind enough to find the words she needed.
"Bitte, Herr," she said with shaky words.
"Sehr, gut."
His tone, while stern, had eased just enough to cause her to relax even if it was ill-advised. Part of her surrender had been less of her fears easing as it was her body aching from the tension.
Behind her she heard him shuffling about. Before she'd time to find words of German inquiry she'd hissed sharply feeling something small puncture her skin which only caused her to instinctively reach for it.
Reaching for her neck she wrapped her hands around the offense and carefully yanked out what she'd found to be one of the darts that he used in his syringe gun. Whatever was in it had been spent into her blood stream as she groaned finally willing the courage to turn and look at him in annoyance.
Sensing her actions, he'd raised his foot and carefully ground his heel against her ass to press full hips deeper into the Earth. The results produced a soft groan on her part as he chuckled darkly.
"Even with all the pain I've caused you, still you can make such schön noises," he said with a soft purr in his tone that described amusement.
She could not see him but he practically salivated at the fact of what a glutton she was. Gently, with the sway of his body, he used his foot to carry his rocking to her pelvis. What he knew he was doing to her was applying ample pressure to a wide array of nerve bundles that would only deepen her arousal.
When she moaned for him a certain twinkle had danced in his eyes hidden by round spectacles. The corner of his mouth had cracked upwards.
"That syringe was laced with one of my personal cocktails," he informed-his husky voice but a whisper.
"E-erlaubnis, Englisch zu sprechen?"
She'd long ago made a point of learning such a phrase on her own to weasel her way out of the strain of his language when her mind was too rigid. That said, it was up to Herr to accommodate her.
"Gewährt."
"W-with what, Sir?"
"You'll see soon enough, kind," he smiled-he still rocking his weight down the length of his leg.
This time she whined in response as she attempted to move in rhythm with him which only earned her bristled laughter on his part.
She, in turn, only pressed her cheek further against the cold ground under her. He had said nothing in retort because even he had enough empathy to understand her feeble attempt of using her meager pleasure as a means to rival the hot agony in her thigh.
"What to do with you," he whispered more to himself.
"I could disembowel you right to respawn but that would be much too easy," he mused just louder. "Tell me, how are you feeling?"
It was in that moment that she'd found herself robbed of her voice as she whimpered softly in her throat-she unable to draw motion to her limbs.
"There is your answer…you are full of paralytics. They were not from the syringe however," he purred in amusement as her brow furrowed to which he noticed.
"I've been working on that particular cocktail for some time now and it looks as though it is just as effective as I need it to be. You still draw breath and your heart still rushes in your chest he said kneeling. Gently turning her over he laid her limp body down.
"One long blink will be a yes, and two short are for no. If you wish for me to stop at any time your saving grace will be rapid blinking," he whispered. The German had the façade of a lunatic but what most did not realize was that he simply chose when or not to remain contained. Even he had some decency and in this case respect.
Watching him reaching into the satchel that was attached to his belt she watched him draw a capped syringe. Removing the safety protector from it he gently tangled his gloved hand in her sweaty locks to angle her neck open. She could say nothing as he slowly slid it into her neck as she groaned in displeasure. Being introduced to cocktails in such a manner made her skin crawl.
She clamped her eyes closed and tried to focus on slowing down rapid breathing in an attempt to calm herself. When the syringe was withdrawn her eyes opened when he'd capped it off again. Her brow furrowed, it one of the few things she could move, as she sighed.
"Now then," he said as he nudged his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose after releasing her hair.
"I shall give that a few moments to set in. You'll figure out rather quickly what that was," he said plainly as he carried on in English-his eyes quietly tracing her motionless form as though to paint himself a vibrant picture; below him rest a helpless and wounded woman that had been made a plaything for his amusement at his own hand.