A/N: Doing a fair few Arknights fics recently, I feel. Been a bit since I did a non-con too~
And don't worry, she'll get off lighter than Blaze did... perhaps~
Do enjoy~
Caught
It was a cold day in Chernobog.
Winter was approaching, the ambient temperature dropping to the point one's breath created fog and icicles began to form in the abandoned buildings. Perhaps because of that there was very few if any wild animals roaming the streets of Chernobog, those able busy hibernating or trying to find food indoors where it was marginally warmer.
For Frostleaf though the cold was a familiar comfort; she was in her element. She had enough experience fighting and exploring in such temperatures she knew how to keep her breath from visibly fogging, how to camouflage herself without freezing to death, how to avoid enemies; it was because of all that experience that Amiya sent her on a solo mission into Reunion territory in the abandoned city to spy on Reunion.
''Haah...'' Frostleaf slowly exhaled and rolled her shoulders; keeping the blood flowing.
Located up on the third floor of a long-abandoned car park the Operator spied on Reunion from over the short wall at the edge, stood at such an angle her form was bathed in shadows, further aided by the dirt and dust she'd smeared into her hair and ears, masking her in with the background. Far below on the street outside, formed around several burning trash cans, was a Reunion squad on their usual patrol routes. It was probably the fifth group she'd seen in the last day, but her duty was to memorise the number of soldiers Reunion had in this district, so that was what she'd do. No matter how boring it'd be.
''It's so boring out here man. Can't we just hide in a building and wait until our shift is over.'' One masked grunt shared her thoughts, clutching his arms close. ''Fuck it's cold.''
''Oh shut yer trap. Ain't that bad.'' A bulkier man fired back, smacking his companion up the head – earning some chuckles from their comrades. ''Yer just wasting energy complainin'.''
''Yeah, if you're gonna complain, complain about the lack of gals 'round these parts.'' One of the other grunts cackled, reaching out as if he was grabbing something and humping the air – earning a round of laughter from several of his companions. ''You know how hard it is to get laid around this dump?''
''Nah, trust me, that's just 'cause nobody wants you.'' Someone else sniped, snickering.
''Hey fuck you, I get all the bitches wherever we go!''
''The only bitches you get are fuckin' dogs. And they usually chase you out the building!''
Another round of laughter echoed, the sound bouncing off the desolate streets until the bulkier grunt quelled it with a chastising shout, reminding them they were on-mission.
Frostleaf grimaced at their rather unamusing conversation and shifted slightly as several grunts moved towards the car park; shifting closer to the wall so she could keep them in her sight. That was until one of the grunts suddenly looked up in her direction, forcing her to freeze, hoping the shadows hid her from view.
''Hey, what's up?'' The original grunt noticed his comrade's reaction, meandering up to him. ''See a bird or something?''
''...probably.'' The man remarked slowly. ''Yeah. Probably just nothing.''
''...alright?'' His comrade dubiously said, pulling him off to the side and chatting with him in too low a tone for Frostleaf to hear.
The duo moved out of her line of sight, and only when they had done so did the Operator dare to slink back into the shadows, releasing a breath she hadn't known she was holding. She had the advantage if they noticed her, probably about a minute's head-start, so she wasn't too worried about them catching her as much as she was having to abort her mission prematurely and return to Rhodes Island with less-than-useful information-
'Hm?' Frostleaf paused, narrowing her eyes – counting the number of soldiers below. 'One, two, three... six, seven... nine... wasn't there a tenth one...?'
Just then she heard something hiss against concrete. Footsteps. The realisation made Frostleaf tense and push herself back against the wall; the L-shaped corner giving her enough cover in case it was a Reunion grunt checking out the area, but if it was a wild animal they'd sniff her out. Given how hungry they were, being attacked wasn't a ridiculous proposition.
Thus Frostleaf dared to poke her head out, eyes scanning the darkness. Without any power the centre area of the parking lot was totally black, only some gloomy grey light to illuminate the cars and parts of the pillars. Because of that Frostleaf kept a cautious eye on it, each footstep slow and deliberate as she crept out of her hiding spot and made her way towards the stairwell, listening after each step and wincing at the slight, barely-audible crunch of gravel and bits of rubble underfoot.
Until soon she reached the stairwell doorway, the door itself long since torn off its frame – when she heard a footstep from within.
Frostleaf was moving before she even saw the sword coming; jerking back and raising her axe with both hands, the pole blocking the downwards swipe. The Reunion grunt within the doorway pushed against her, forcing her to back-step lest his curved sword cut her fox ear – until with a synchronised grunt they dislodged their weapons from one another, putting some meagre distance between them.
That lasted for all of a second before the solider charged her, swift and silent as he slashed down at her. Without missing a beat Frostleaf parried the blade aside, twirling her weapon around her to deflect the two follow-up swipes – thrusting her own weapon out after parrying aside the fourth swing. The tip of her weapon scored a deep gouge across the soldier's ribs, forcing a pained grunt from his throat, but the soldier showed greater resolve than many of his peers and lunged in, his weapon arcing in faster than she could retract her own.
''Mn-!''
It was only thanks to her considerable agility that she only got off with a cut to her left fox ear, but the pain distracted her for a moment, slowing her reflexes enough for the grunt to pull back before she could land a retaliatory strike. Frostleaf needed only a quick breather however, drawing her weapon close and going on the offensive – closing the distance within a single second and lashing out with a side swing-
-only to feint, leaping into a spinning swing mid-flight. The Reunion grunt had no time to react, his sword held low in a guard and too far to block.
And within an instant it was over, his head separated from his neck with a single clean swing.
''Mn...!'' Frostleaf grunted as she landed in a crouch; hearing more than seeing the grunt fall over, dead.
However the brief battle had made noise; drawing attention. Something Frostleaf belated realised as she heard shouts echo off the aged concrete walls, a group of four Reunion soldiers charging up the stairwell after their now-deceased compatriot whilst three more came from the other end up a different stairwell. Voices above and below told that they were surrounding her, bringing a sour grimace to the Operator's face. Things had just become a lot trickier.
''Damn it, get her!'' One of the soldiers – a bulkier one – barked.
That was the only order the grunts needed; all of them charging her with vigour, undoubtedly enraged by the loss of their comrade. Frostleaf clicked her tongue and bolted for the ledge, her fast footfalls carrying her across the distance in seconds – only to abort as two arrows pinged past her, embedding themselves into the wall where her head would've been had she not slowed down. The brief delay gave enough time for the other grunts to close in on her; too close to turn her back on.
Thus Frostleaf spun on her heel, axe swinging out and narrowly missing one of the grunts; forcing him to slow lest he run into her blade. Another grunt closed in from her left, prompting her to stab the sharp end of her pole-arm out several times – piercing him once in the chest but missing the two follow-up jabs. The pain however slowed his reactions, giving her time to swing her axe down at him, nearly cleaving him in two had one of his allies not yanked him back in time.
''Mn-!''
So distracted by that, however, Frostleaf missed the two crossbowmen at the back of the group – and likewise missed the two arrows. Right up until they struck; one piercing into her right shoulder and the other impaling itself into her right thigh, jerking her body back from the force. Pain flared a split-second later, scrunching her expression up into a wince, but the Reunion grunts weren't going to give her time to address her injuries; capitalising on her momentary weakness and lunging in.
Grimacing Frostleaf swung with one hand, her other grasping the arrow and ripping it out at the same moment - but flaring pain weakened her strength. The Reunion soldier blocked her weapon with only minor difficulty, grunting and pushing her back up against the wall. Thinking fast Frostleaf used that to her advantage, putting her left foot against the wall and using it like a vaulting board, leaping over the grunts and slashing down at one as she passed.
Only for a grunt to grab her by her weapon as she passed, and yank her down.
''Gh- ah!''
Frostleaf had barely hit the ground when one of the grunts stomped down on her back, pinning her flat against the dirty concrete. She pushed back but the man was heavier than her twice over, easily keeping her pinned with just a foot – one of his allies swiftly pinning her weapon down as well. Even still Frostleaf kept resisting; jerking her body and twisting as best she could, even as she made little to no progress.
''Hah, finally. Slippery little bitch.'' The larger grunt muttered, twisting his heel and digging it into her back – earning a pained gasp from Frostleaf. ''Who do you work for, huh? Lungmen? Some independent Ursus-fangirl? Talk.''
Frostleaf pursed her lips, glaring back in silent contempt.
''Nah, she looks like from that one group. Rodeo Island or something.'' A grunt suddenly piped up, eyeing her clothing.
''Rhodes Island.'' Another corrected, daring to meander closer to her now that she was subdued. ''They've been a pain in the ass and killed a lot of us. Pretty high-valued target I'd say. What'cha wanna do with her, boss?''
All eyes turned to the bulkiest man; the same one currently holding her down. He hummed for a long minute, almost-idly twisting his heel several times and digging it into her back, forcing pained grunts out of her. It was only after a lengthy pause that he spoke.
''I'll go contact HQ.'' The bulker grunt said. ''You guys hold her down until I'm back.''
Frostleaf saw her chance and prepared to escape – but that hope was dashed as several Reunion grunts came over and held each of her limbs down, one even sitting down on her back so she couldn't try and escape; her weapon wrenched from her grip and thrown aside. Still Frostleaf resolved herself to stand strong; mentally preparing herself for whatever torture they might do to squeeze out some information-
-only for that train of thought to pause as one of the grunts spoke. ''Hey boss, before you go?''
''Yeah, what is it?''
''Are we allowed to... take some payback on this bitch, for icing Jerry?''
''...sure. Just don't kill her.'' And with that the large grunt walked off; heading up to the roof the car park.
''Heh.'' The masked, faceless grunt turned to look at the others. ''So, anyone up for raping this bitch?''
Frostleaf froze solid at the grunt's words, the colour draining from her face. The grunts didn't notice and kept talking. ''Sure. Could use a quick nut after today.''
''Eh, I'll pass.'' Another one backed off a bit, unsure.
''Yeah I'm with him. Killing her would be one thing, but doing that... I'll pass too.'' A second grunt agreed.
''Aw come on, look at her.'' Someone smacked her ass, earning a gasp from Frostleaf. ''She's got a cute ass, some nice tits, looks like she'd give good head~''
''Don't talk like that, makes you sound like a creep...'' One of the grunts muttered; the duo waving him off. ''Anyway nah, we're gonna go wait with the boss.''
''Heh. Suit yourselves.''
Frostleaf's heart skipped a beat as the men started to move, and in an instant her struggles renewed with vigour – kicking and jerking her limbs as she fought to escape their hold. Several of the masked grunts jeered, adjusting their holds on her limps to stop her from escaping, but she managed to twist herself around onto her back. That was as far as she'd get however before the grunt above her got in front of her and grabbed her skirt, pulling it down.
''Let go of me...!'' Desperation entered Frostleaf's voice, her pantyhose-clad legs jerking and trying to kick the man, but his two friends kept her ankles held down – moving their hands up to her knees when their fellow ripped his skirt off. ''S-Stop!''
The grunts didn't listen. Instead on of the men holding down her arms shoved his free hand into her cleavage, cackling perversely to himself as he groped her tit and tugged it out of her bra cup, his gripping fingers making her wince. The other man was more aggressive and outright grabbed the front of her grey vest, ripping it down and tearing it diagonally, exposing some of her stomach. Someone else shoved a hand between her legs and grabbed her crotch; fingers pressing down on her clothed sex and rubbing along it, his touch far from pleasurable.
That didn't stop the masked man from grabbing, pulling – and ultimately ripping a hole in her pantyhose. Frostleaf gritted her teeth, flinching when one of the grunts gave her left tit a slap before he groped it again hard enough to bruise, but her attention was fully on the man that forced himself between her struggling legs. Her eyes widened as she heard more than saw a zipper come down, but she most certainly saw the cock that he whipped out, already semi-erect when he started stroking himself off.
''Yeah I see what you mean.'' The guy fondling her breast commented, grabbing her other breast too. ''Pretty big. Wouldn't mind having a go with her by myself, heheheh.''
''Get in line then.'' Another grunt say, his other hand working on his own belt. ''Think she'll bite if you stuff it in her mouth?''
Frostleaf glared hatefully up at the man.
''I'll take that as a yeah...''
The Operator didn't get the chance to spit out an acidic comment before the man at her waist suddenly leaned in more, his thick fingers pulling her panties to the side. Fear jolted up Frostleaf's stomach like a cold spear, her head hurriedly shaking as it would deter him from doing it, but the masked man spared her not even a second of thought. Instead he rubbed the head of his cock against her virgin lips, sliding it up-and-down them once, twice, thrice-
''AGH!''
And then on the fourth go he got the tip in, and slammed the rest of his shaft inside her. The pain that came with it was hot and blazing, making Frostleaf seize briefly – her cry of pain withering into a pitiful whimper, intimately feeling him throb against her walls. The Reunion soldier on the other hand groaned in bliss, grabbing her slender hips and forcing his cock even deeper into her, unheeding of Frostleaf's pained gasp, her legs spasming from the pain.
It was only the beginning however; a lustful moan escaping the man as he pulled partway out – only to slam back in with force. She cried out, voice bouncing off the car park walls as the Reunion soldier started to pump into her more vigorously, finding a forceful, jerky rhythm; meeting resistance and causing him to thrust in harder to compensate, the virginal blood on his cock only acting like a crude lube.
''Fuck, she's tight.'' The grunt swore, running a hand over her taut stomach. ''Hah, could get used to this...!''
Frostleaf glared angrily up the man, opening her mouth to speak – and ended up wheezing as the masked grunt grabbed her by the throat. The other men holding her down relinquished her limbs, allowing her to struggle once more; but with pain fogging up her mind and a hand around her throat all she could go was grab at his wrist and try and force it off. She dug her nails in, she squeezed with all her might – but it wasn't enough to make him let go of her throat.
If anything her struggling only excited the masked grunt; a lustful growl arising from his throat as he bucked his hips; sheathing himself balls-deep inside her. His cock scraped her walls painfully, barely any lubrication to ease him in yet he didn't stop to even spit on his dick; pounding her dry and with glee, his comrades watching with a slew of degrading remarks or aroused ideas, more than a few of them having one hand on their cocks.
''Yeah, how's it feel huh?'' The Reunion solider grunted, grabbing her breast with his other hand – gleefully driving himself into her sex. ''Bet you killed a lot of our comrades huh? Getting... Mm fuck, getting what you deserve...!''
Frostleaf just glared – that was all she was able to do. With tears in her eyes and teeth clenched she glared, fruitlessly kicking her legs even as the man jammed his cock into her formerly-virgin pussy, every thrust as painful as a knife into her crotch. She tilted her head, not wanting to look her rapist in the eyes, only to find herself able to look at the other men around her, watching her through their mask's circular eye-holes. Her eyes dropped lower but that just meant she was looking at their dicks.
''O-Oh fuck-!''
She looked at one dick just in time to get a load on her face; gasping in shock as hot white ropes splattered across her left cheek and over her nose, one sticky spurt landing on her lips and getting in her mouth. She cringed and tried to spit it out but only ended up spitting on her own chin, earning a fresh round of jeers from her capturers, one or two of them groaning as they stroked themselves off to the sight of her getting choke-fucked.
Flesh smacked loudly in her ears as the grunt between her legs sped up, his rough pace growing quick suddenly – plunging himself in deep and smacking his pelvis against her own. Frostleaf knew what was coming but could do nothing to resist it; struggling to even breathe as the man tightened his hold on her throat, constricting it between his thickish fingers. She couldn't even grit her teeth any longer, becoming almost limp as he pounded her pussy for his own pleasure, a rising moan escaping his throat.
''O-Oh fuck!''
Until with a shout he sheathed his shaft deep inside her – and came. Thick, splattering ropes of heat flooded her insides, smeared in when he managed to jerk his hips in several short thrusts, coaxing a shudder out of Frostleaf as he possibly impregnated her. The thought only crushed her hope further, eyes shutting but still feeling the man's cock scrape her clenching walls, his semen filling her and leaving her insides hot and sore.
''Ahh... fuck, that was great...'' The Reunion grunt moaned and let go of her throat, slowly pulling out – the tip escaping with a wet-sounding pop, allowing a deluge of cum to flow out of her.
Frostleaf shuddered in disgust at the feeling, but the men weren't done with her. Something the Operator acutely realised as one of the other grunts suddenly sat down on her chest and straddled her, shoving his thumb into her mouth and forcing it open. Still weakened from the prior choking she couldn't stop him from pushing his swollen cock between her lips – earning a pleasure-filled moan from the man as he got his dick wet in her mouth, wasting no time in grabbing Frostleaf by the hair and vigorously face-fucking the Operator.
''Mmph- gkh- ghk- mk- guhk-'' Frostleaf could only grunt helplessly as his cock plunged over her tongue and hit the back of her throat; sliding down it several times and making her gag.
The man wasn't going to last long though; both hands clutching at her head now and a throaty moan tumbling from his lips, his hips feverishly thrusting forth and burying his cock down her throat – unheeding of Frostleaf's raspy gags. She grabbed at his hips and punched him futilely, her legs kicking feebly under him, unable to strike him. To the other Reunion soldiers though who stood by her feet all they saw was her getting face-fucked; her upper-body hidden by their comrade's own whilst her lower half thrashed.
Frostleaf was more concerned with the cock currently plugging her throat though; screwing her eyes shut as he sped up, his balls hitting her wet chin repeatedly. She tried to bite down but couldn't find the strength, his cock slamming down her gullet so quick it physically hurt to move a muscle, able to do nothing but take the oral pounding and listen to his rising shout, his fingers digging into the back of her head more and more.
''Oh fuck oh fuck oh f-fuck~!'' Until with a low, shaky moan the man shoved her nose-first into his crotch and blew his load.
Frostleaf convulsed briefly; thick ropes of cum shot straight down her throat and into her stomach. The feeling made her shudder in disgust, intimately aware of his swollen schlong resting in her throat, pouring its load down her throat – the only mercy being it went passed her tongue, meaning she couldn't taste it. Only a small mercy it was though; a fact Frostleaf slowly realised as the man didn't take his cock out of her mouth, blocking her airways with it.
Her lungs began to burn and her eyes watered for an entirely different reason, spasms jerking themselves through her body as she couldn't breathe – her attempts at hitting his hips doing little to deter him from using her mouth as a cock-warmer. She gargled up spit and broke out into muted wet coughs, her throat spasming around his twitching dick-
-when at last he pulled his dick out of her mouth, allowing Frostleaf to breathe once more. He let go of her hair and she almost immediately hunched over onto her side, coughing raggedly as she tried to both breathe and get out the fluid in her throat.
She had just barely finished doing that when another grunt grabbed her hips, yanking her back and forcing her onto her knees. ''Fuck, can't hold back...!''
She felt a dick-tip slide along her lips – and Frostleaf cried out as the man suddenly pushed inside her. With a throaty moan the Reunion grunt started to pound her; eager as he pumped into her cum-filled pussy and stirred her insides up. It didn't hurt as much as the first time but her insides still stung, making Frostleaf wince as the masked man pounded her from behind, his pelvis loudly smacking against her ass and jerking her body forth before he yanked her right back, his moans crescendoing to a fevered pitch.
And then abruptly he came inside her; slamming in deep and moaning as he flooded her pussy. The Operator gasped in shock and arched her back, muscles locking up tight as she felt gushes of cum fill her – the quick shot earning jeers and teases from the Reunion man's friends, mocking him for blowing his load practically right after putting it in. Though he defended himself the masked man honestly didn't sound all that angry; probably just happy he got to stick his dick in her at all.
Frostleaf stiffened however as she heard a dog barking. With it came the accompanying voices of its handlers, a fresh group of Reunion soldiers making their way upstairs, equipped with some extra shields and guard dogs. Frostleaf tried to listen to what they were saying, but their voices were muddled by the chatting of the Reunion soldiers around her, all of them discussing what to do with her next.
One suggested just taking her back to base and letting anyone fuck her if they wanted, insinuating that she would likely end up being gangbanged by the entire base of soldiers.
Another posed the idea of just keeping her here for longer so they could 'enjoy' her for a while more.
One other was discussing gangbanging her, enticing three others to pick which hole they'd get.
On and on they went, their lewd, cruelly degrading words humiliating Frostleaf, but she felt too weak to protest let alone escape – her whole body shaky and limp, leaving her on her hands and knees. Perhaps because of that she didn't react when the guard dog neared her...
...but when it got behind her and mounted her, she most certainly tensed up. ''Hn...?!''
''Woah!'' One of the other grunts called it out. ''Guess fido here wants a go at her too, eh?''
''Eh... I don't wanna stick my dick in the same whole a dog nuts in...''
''She's still got a mouth and an ass, use one of them. Heck, fuck her tits if you're into that. We'll have someone clean her holes when we get back to base.''
Frostleaf heard the conversation but didn't pay it any mind in that moment, panic rushing through her as she felt the dog's pointy cock prod her ass, sliding along her lower lips. She started to resist but ceased the moment she felt its snout near her neck; a low, threatening growl quailing her into submission, some primal part of her submitting to the dog's bestial dominance. The Reunion dog made good use of that, pressing its paws down on her back and pressing its erect shaft against her pussy-
-and then finally pushed in. The feeling was different than having one of the soldier's cocks in her; it was pointer and thicker, prying her sensitive walls apart and forcing a whimper from Frostleaf's lips, her back arching from the unfamiliar feeling. It wasn't as long and didn't hurt as much, her walls weeping and easing the dog's dick in, but the mere knowledge that a dog was currently fucking her made her cheeks burn with humiliation.
''Mn... Nn...'' Frostleaf grunted weakly; cheeks burning scarlet with humiliation when the men laughed at her.
The dog recaptured her attention though by planting its paws on her back harder, forcing her shoulders down; leaving her head-down-ass-up. The slight change in angle let the dog's dick hit just the right spot to make her feel actual pleasure; the thought that it took an animal for her to feel pleasure from her own defilement making her sick. Yet that nausea didn't stop the dog from mating with her, its cock thrusting deep between her cum-covered walls and pushing some of said cum out, as if preparing to make room for its own virile load.
Frostleaf screwed her eyes shut, trying her best to ignore it – not just the dog, but all of it. That she wasn't currently being defiled by a dog after being raped by Reunion soldiers. That she wasn't stuck alone on a recon mission in enemy territory, the chance of being rescued slim and the chance of being saved from a Reunion base next to zero. And even as she pretended it would turn out okay, as she tried to go to a 'happy place', she knew deep down that the only fate that awaited her at Reunion's base would be becoming a cum dumpster for the depraved soldiers there.
''Mn...!'' Frostleaf was torn from her thoughts however as she felt something thick press against her pussy lips.
Then she realised what it was. The knot.
And just as she realised that, the knot pushed inside her. Frostleaf cried out in a mixture of pain and surprise; her formerly-virgin walls forcefully pried apart to accommodate the beast's thick ring of flesh. With a low growl the Reunion dog started to pump into her faster; pounding her abused pussy with animalistic vigour, stretching her insides with its knot in the process. She clutched feebly at the dirty concrete ground, feeling its swelling cock hit her innermost parts, its dick becoming larger. It was going to cum.
Frostleaf shook her head on instinct, but her body refused to move; leaving her submissively laying with her head down at the dog ploughed her raw, its knotted cock plunging into her faster and faster, the beast's howl building in its throat – until it let that voice loose, howling it through the car park as it finally blew its thick load inside her, forcing a cry from Frostleaf's lips as her body gave in, and she orgasmed.
''W-Woah, did she just cum from a fucking dog?''
''Guess that puts the whole 'bitch' insult in a whole new light, huh...''
Frostleaf heard the comments and just shuddered, bowing her head in heart-sinking shame, the lingering rush of her orgasm fast to fade and leaving her shamefully aware of her body's response. The dog behind her licked at her neck, its hot breaths washing over her flesh and making her shiver.
It would be another twenty minutes until the dog's knot finally shrunk inside her, allowing it to wander off back to its owner – and allowing the now-broken Frostleaf to be dragged away back to Reunion's Chernobog base.
There, her worst fears would be realised – alone, abandoned, and used over a dozen times a day for the rest of her existence.
[END]
