I know how a lot of people are about long-ass chapters, so here's a part two. Enjoy.
How the War Was Lost, Part Two
New Orders.
After Seras was promoted to Captain, she didnt know what to think, really. Had it been because she had put out for the Major? Or had she really done a good job? Bullshit, she knew. She had done nothing extraordinary to deserve it. Sir Integra was at the promotion, and she had a look of shock on her face. Not that Seras could blame her. After all, Millennium was their enemy, and Seras was climbing the ranks in a mere year. Of course, Sir Integra and Seras couldnt talk about it, for right after the promotion, the Major had to head over to some country for a negotiation for the largest haul of could-be troops yet, and Seras had to accompany him.
The meeting was pretty routine. Boring, she meant. The leader the Major was talking to today, though, kept staring at her, and not in a nice way. She could practically smell his arousal. And finally, the leader looked to Major and smirked.
"I'll give ya the army ya want..." he said, licking his lips, looking at Seras. "...If ya give me yer little friend there..."
The Major blinked and turned his head to look at Seras, who was glaring at the man indignantly. He stared at Seras for a moment before turning back to the leader. "Fine," he said, lacing his fingers. Seras shot a glare to her Master, not believing what she was hearing. "You may have her if you can keep her."
The leader grinned and curled his finger, beckoning Seras over. "I think I can handle the little filly," he laughed, licking his lips. Seras looked at the Major, who shifted his eyes to the leader as though to tell her to go. Seras swallowed and made her way over to the man, but almost paused when she felt the Major brush the small of her back as she passed him. And in that one little brush, Seras had an epiphany.
"This way, little girl," the leader said, standing up and opening a door behind him. "We'll continue the negotiations..." Seras followed him into the other room while the Major laced his fingers and waited. The henchmen of the leader in mention laughed at the prospect of their leader getting lucky. However, their laughter changed to silence when they heard god-awful shrieking and crashing from the room. After a few moments, it stopped and the door opened to show Seras covered in blood and holding the leader's head by the hair. She walked up to the Major and put the head on the table in front of him.
"He couldnt keep me," she said. The Major laughed and turned to the henchmen, who were staring at Seras with fear and shock.
"Tell the men they vill be coming vith me," he told them. He stood up and walked out of the room, and Seras followed.
Ceremonies.
Seras found that her one-time with the Major was far from being one time. The day after New Millennium acquired their haul of 600 new members, the Major called for Seras in his quarters. She had come poste haste and barely had time to raise her hand to knock when the Major's voice rang out, "Geben Sie."
She came in and found him on the same couch he had taken her for the first time on. She closed the door and walked forward to stand in front of him.
"Gut abend, Seras," he said softly, his golden eyes almost glowing in the dim light. He reached forward to grasp her hips and pull her forward. "I vish to congratulate you on a job vell done..." He unbuckled her belt and set it aside, then set to work on undoing her pants.
Seras could only stand there and stare as the Major undressed her, not believing that this was happening again, and so soon. The Major finally finished on her pants and slid them down her legs, waiting for her to step out of them. Seras got the gist, and did as he wanted, and barely got fully out of them before he pulled her into his lap and kissed her.
There was nothing tender or passionate about the kiss. It was forceful and demanding; domineering, letting her know who was the Fuhrer here. Not that she could forget. The Major roughly forced his hands under her shirt and fondled her breasts less than gently. Seras twitched into his hands and made a soft sound. After contenting himself with her chest, he sat her up and bent her over the couch, her back facing him.
Seras clenched the back of the couch and shuddered slightly when she felt the Major tear away her undergarments and toss them elsewhere. His hands roamed over her hips, thighs, and backside before reaching under and sticking his fingers into her, stroking her roughly. Seras gripped the back of the couch, and clenched her teeth, trying not to cry out at the rough invasion. Her attempt was short-lived as the Major withdrew his fingers and pulled her hips back to tear into her savagely.
Her short scream seemed to please him, as he reached around to fondle her breasts again as he rocked his hips roughly, his tongue gliding over her neck. Seras shuddered and groaned, letting her body rock with his movements as her body filled with pleasure.
This round lasted a little shorter than the previous one. The Major brought her to orgasm by alternating between touching her breasts and her clitoris, then let her fall forward onto the couch to let her recoup. This time, he let her dress herself as he walked over to a desk, sat in a chair, and began work on something. She walked out of his quarters without another word, still unclear as to her feelings.
Blitzkrieg.
In two years, little had changed. Aside from New Millennium acquiring over five thousand new soldiers, Seras's routine was basically the same. She commanded soldiers, gaining more respect as she gained more experience. Those she had trained and commanded herself grew to fear her almost as much as they feared their Fuhrer himself. Every day, Seras would receive her orders, and she would carry them out. She saw more of Sir Integra, though she never really stopped to talk. And at least twice a week, the Major would call her into his private quarters for sex.
It was a routine she had actually become comfortable with. She knew that she ought to be furious, disgusted with herself for letting the Major deflower her, and then she be willing to come back for more, let alone continue following his orders. But she found, she didnt. It was one of those things she couldnt understand. There were two things she noticed about her and the Major's trysts, however, though the locations of the sex changed, be it the couch, the floor, or up against the wall (even once in his chair in the Kommandantzimmer), the Major never took her to a bed, be it his own or hers. But after each session, she forgot all about it and decided to roll with anyway.
But on that day, there was one thing that dented the path she rolled on. That day, the Major called everyone into the Kommandantzimmer. Seras stood on his right, next to the Doktor, as the Major turned to Integra, who was also there. He made sure he had everyone's attention, before bending down on one knee...and held up a white box with a ring in it.
Dead silence rung throughout the room.
Seras stared at the scene before her; she stared at the ring box in his hand, and she stared at the Major's face, noting the tender light in his eyes. As she stared, she didnt notice her hands clench tightly into fists. She didnt realize her eyes had deepened in color. As she felt something in her gut rise, she felt a strong twitch in the back of her mind.
That twitch was no doubt connected to the cracking and shattering of all the television screens in the room, and the explosion of the heads of every soldier in the front row. The Major stood back up and looked right at her, knowing just who did what. And she was willing to bet that he knew why as well.
"Your outburst vas most uncalled for, Sturmhauptfuhrer," he said softly, his eyes flashing. Seras felt a twinge in both the collar and her body, but her emotions temporarily overrode it. Something primal inside of her seemed to break away from the leash it was kept on, and she made a quick dash for the Major and Sir Integra.
The on-the-spot plan to kill someone--the Major for showing fondness to another woman, or Sir Integra for being that woman, it didnt matter, really--was cut short when the Major's eyes literally flashed briefly, and Seras was sent to the floor in a pain-filled, shrieking heap. The Doktor was currently frozen on the spot, shocked that his Chip and the collar had been nulled, even for that one split second. The Major, however, didnt even break a sweat as he turned Seras over to her back with his foot and stared down at her.
"You vill haf Dok escort you to your room, und remain there until I arrive," he said with a not-happy grin. He turned and nodded to the Doktor, who picked Seras up in his arms and carried her to her designated room, where he sat her down on her bed, then stood at the edge of it, looking between her and the door apprehensively.
They didnt have to wait long until the Major came in, his hands behind his back and his posture fractionally hunched, an indication by those who knew him that he was most definitely not happy. And both the Doktor and Seras knew him well. The Doktor inched away from Seras's bed as the Major came up to it, his eyes slightly dull. He came to a stop just in front of it and stared at her for a few moments.
"Do you care to explain yourself, Sturmhauptfuhrer Seras?" he drew out in a low tone neither of them had really heard before. The Doktor merely looked between his Fuhrer and Seras, while Seras felt a surge of anger within her.
"How...right there in front of me...!?" she gritted out, not able to form a proper sentence at the moment. The Major got the gist of what she was saying, and his eyes narrowed fractionally.
"I do as I please," he drawled. "Und you haf no right to interfere."
Seras felt that same twitch as before as she shot up from the bed. "I am NOT your toy!!" she screamed at him. "You cant TREAT me like--!"
She was cut off when the Major backhanded her right back onto the bed. Seras cried out in pain, not expecting such strength from him, even with the cyborg factor noted. The Major stepped up to her and grabbed her by her hair to force her to look at him.
"You, Fraulein, are my toy!" he hissed, his tone and visage dark. "EWERYVONE on this ship ist my toy! I may play vith them as I choose!" He threw her to the floor. "I may throw them avay as I choose!" He grabbed her throat to hoist her off the floor and hold her up. "I may even fuck them as I choose! You are NO different from ANY of them!"
Seras clutched at his wrist, trying to wrench herself free. "Burn...in HELL!!" she screeched, clawing at his wrist. The Major let her fruitlessly claw away at his arm until she reached the metal underneath before letting her go, making her crumple to the floor.
"After you, Fraulein," he said darkly, his eyes flashing again. Seras screamed and clutched at her abdomen as the hellish, searing pain shot through her every nerve ending relentlessly. The Major let her suffer for a few minutes before releasing his painful hold on her. Seras laid laid there on the floor, sobbing and gasping with her arms crossed over her abdomen. The Major stared at her for a few moments before kneeling down, a nasty grin forming on his face. "Since you feel so fond of me," he said softly, stroking her hair out of her face with mock tenderness, "I vill give you a choice...you can spend a few veeks in that cell you are so fond of..." He broke off for a moment.
"...Or you can suck me off in front of all of New Millennium und Frau Integra so that they vill all know how much you love it..."
Punishment.
It was very cold in the cell, colder than she remembered...
Continues in Part 3.
