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Karin's feet were absolutely destroying her. She felt like she'd been walking around for hours, hell, she probably has been. She was trying her damndest to find that Bremen lieutenant that had slipped away from the rest of the group. She didn't even get to ask him any questions, she's a journalist on duty, for crying out loud!
The dry grass crunched underneath her heels as she trekked along the dead pathways of the forest. She'd already had to sneak past a madman with an axe and shimmy around the cadaver of a horse.
There was a military truck right off where the path she'd been following ends. Jackpot. This must be near a bunker. Sure enough, there was an open rusty hatch implanted into the earth that led underground into a bunker. Karin peered down into the darkness, the smell of rot and death filling her unsuspecting nostrils.
Karin’s eyes watered as the stench settled in, heavy and sour. Of course it would smell like this. Nothing in these gods-forsaken woods ever hinted at anything remotely pleasant. She swallowed hard, blinking away the burn in her sinuses.
Who knows how long this bunker has been abandoned. Had someone gone down there or something? Why was the hatch wide open?
A faint rustle behind her made her spine stiffen. She whirled around, already expecting the axe-wielding lunatic to have magically reappeared. Instead, a figure stepped into view between the crooked trees. Green uniform and matching hat, dirty blonde hair, that sluttish open view of his chest. She only needed to see that golden eagle crest upon his hat to know she'd found who she'd been looking for.
Or, well, he found her.
"My, my, what do we have here?" The Lieutenant cooed. His hat slightly obscured his eyes, most likely purposefully, to try and make him seem more mysterious than he actually is. Karin didn't buy it, though. She'd never be intimidated by an oinking pig.
"You're exactly who I've been looking for, pig." Karin spat with a sneer. "You have to know what's been going on in this place. That dream, that was your army's doing, wasn't it? Some hallucinogenic bullshit? I wouldn't be even a bit surprised if you're solely responsible."
"A woman shouldn't raise her voice, you know," He grinned. "You haven't even asked for my name. How impolite, do you have any manners at all?"
"I don't care about your name. I'm a journalist, I have every right to interrogate one of you armymen." Karin was getting antsy now. She was already sick of being in the vicinity of this piece of livestock.
"Well, if you're going to write a paper on me, you need my name, do you not? My name is Pav, Lieutenant Pav. Remember that name well."
Karin’s fingers brushed over the cold metal of her pistol again, more for reassurance than anything resembling readiness. Her boots throbbed with every heartbeat, a dull, insistent reminder that she’d been pushing herself far past what any sane person should. Not that sanity meant anything in these woods.
Pav’s smile twitched when he noticed her hand dip toward her pocket, just the barest flicker of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted her to try something stupid. He tipped his chin upward, the golden eagle crest catching what little gray light bled through the dead branches overhead.
“What a look,” he mused. “Suspicion doesn’t suit a pretty face. You’re better off smiling.”
Karin barked a laugh, sharp and humorless. “I doubt you’ve ever seen a genuine smile in your life.”
He let the jab slide in that oily, calculated way he seemed to let everything slide, never outright ignoring an insult, just absorbing it, folding it somewhere into the smug repository of his brain. His boots crunched over the brittle grass as he closed the distance by a step, not enough to be threatening, but enough to remind her that he could shrink the space between them whenever he wanted.
The air between them felt crowded now, thick with the rotting scent spilling from the open bunker below. Karin shifted her stance, resisting the urge to take a step back. She didn’t want to look like prey. Not to him.
Pav tilted his head toward the hatch. “If you were wise, you would have stayed far away from here. Curious women die young in these parts.”
“Oh, that’s rich,” Karin snapped. “Is that what happened to the rest of your division? Curiosity? Or did something finally put you pigs in your place?”
This guy was so flamboyant and insufferable. She fiddled with her Lugr in the pocket of her coat. Should she pull it out? No, then he'd run off, or worse, shoot her first. He was armed with both a pistol and a sword. They weren't close enough to where he could pull out his officer's sword, but he could definitely shoot her from here, maybe even straight through the head depending on how good of a shot he was.
Karin's theoretical mind ran wild, she had hardly noticed that Pav had started talking again.
“You want answers,” Pav said. “But you rush around the forest alone like an overeager pup. And now you stand at the edge of a bunker that reeks of death, and still you think you’re the one in control.”
“It’s called doing my job. Something you wouldn’t understand.”
“On the contrary.” He leaned forward slightly, just enough for his perfume, cheap, musky, and deeply overused, to waft into her space. “I know all about duty.”
"I take it you found the key for the city gates?" He asked with a gloved hand on his hip. What was this lunatic talking about?
"Key? What are you talking about?"
"...You actually don't have it? Unbelievable! You just gotta do everything by yourself here, do you? It would serve you well to put a bullet in your head right here, right now... ...But I'm a nice guy. I'll do it later. Now I'll have to find some other way. Bye."
He had begun to stalk off in the opposite direction, barely giving Karin the time to react to what he'd said.
There's no way this swine would get away that easily, no way, no how.
"Hold on a moment! I'm not done with you!" Karin shouted. She pulled out her pistol and ambushed Pav, slamming him against a nearby tree and pressing her Lugr to his crotch out of instinct. She doesn't even really know what instinct that could've been.
Pav let out a strained noise at her actions, his hat falling farther down his face. He pulled it back up to look her directly in the eyes. Karin's eyes were such a dark brown they almost were black, like pieces of obsidian.
But Pav only smiled wider, teeth flashing like a challenge. “You came looking for me, Miss Journalist. Congratulations. You’ve found me.” He spread his arms theatrically, like some kind of deranged performer awaiting applause. “Now what will you do with me?”
Karin swallowed the spike of nerves threatening to show itself. She straightened her shoulders.
“I’ll ask my questions,” she said coldly. “And you’re going to answer them.”
Pav chuckled, low and delighted. “All right then,” he murmured. “Let’s see how brave you actually are.”
"I'm a journalist on duty, I have every right to interrogate you. Now, get talking. Do you have something to do with all this? That dream? This 'Festival', as the hallucination called it. How would any of this be possible if not for Bremen meddling? I heard you pigs were starting to move your experiments to the general public, but this is-" Karin rambled on and on. If Pav didn't stop her, she might keep talking until the end of time.
"Slow down, lady! I'm as clueless as the rest of you lot from the train." He squirmed slightly underneath her surprisingly strong grip.
“As clueless as the rest of us?” She echoed, voice dripping with disbelief. “Oh, please. You Bremen types shit classified information. You expect me to believe you woke up on that train and thought, ‘Gee, this is strange,’ and nothing else? No briefing? No orders? No experimental gas tucked in your back pocket?”
Pav gave an indignant little huff that passed for a laugh. “Lady, if I had something tucked in my pocket, you’d feel it.” His eyes flicked pointedly downward toward the barrel of her pistol. “And I don’t mean that.”
She adjusted the grip of her pistol, pressing the barrel harder against the other's groin. Strangely, it felt flat there. She shouldn't be thinking about that, get it together! This man is the enemy. Now that she looked closer, his pectorals looked more like large breasts underneath his uniform. He couldn't be, could he...?
Pav grunted, eyes casting down to her gun. Sweat began to bead on his flushed cheeks. "You're nuts, seriously. Let go of me!" He hollered. He attempted to hide his face with his hat as best as he could, but Karin could see right through him.
It took her a moment to realize the truth of the situation. "You're into this, aren't you? Me having you against this tree, threatening to shoot your manhood off? You're disgusting! You pigs are disgusting!" She spat. She actually spat. Right in his face.
Pav should be outraged, he should kill her right now. He could stab her through the heart with his sword or put a bullet between her eyes. He had full access to his weapons right now. He could do just that, and he'd just jump the city gates and fulfill his mission, leaving the corpse of this peaky woman to rot here in the woods.
But instead of doing any of that, he let a whine escape the confines of his throat. He'd never been more embarrassed. He'd done way worse things for way worse people, but this is really what takes the cake. Karin cocked an eyebrow at him, a look of disgust on her face.
"Nasty. You've never been put in your place for your entire life, have you?" She taunted. "Maybe that's what you deserve, you know. Being put in your place. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, pig?"
That word. Gods, that word had him antsier than a kid on Christmas. Pig. Swine. Hog. All these words when they were directed at him, his position, elicited a shiver down his spine. Even in the barracks, when he was a lower rank, all these insults he'd have thrown at him were masturbation material during those late nights. It was completely embarrassing, but maybe he wanted to be embarrassed. His mind was beyond saving at this point, the military had fucked him up beyond recognition. Insults were almost as good as praise.
"Are you even listening to me right now? Did I finally knock some sense into you?" Karin's voice finally pulled Pav out of his head. He could feel how soaked he was in his underwear, the wetness beginning to form a wet spot on the front of his trousers.
"How pathetic." Karin began unbuckling Pav's belt before the lieutenant could protest. She ripped open the rest of his buttons, examining his breasts. "Not what I expected." She fondled him relentlessly, another strained noise drawing out of Pav's vocal chords. His tits were soft and malleable, almost like dough.
Karin's fingers dug into the yielding flesh of Pav's chest, squeezing and kneading with a roughness that made his nipples harden instantly under her touch. She pinched one between her thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to draw a sharp gasp from his lips. The sound was pathetic, high-pitched and needy, nothing like the growl of a soldier ready for battle.
Pav's face burned with shame, his mind screaming at him to shove her away, to draw his blade and end this humiliation before it went further. But his body betrayed him, hips twitching involuntarily as a fresh wave of arousal soaked through the fabric of his pants.
"Look at you," Karin sneered, her voice dripping with contempt as she released his nipple only to slap his breast lightly, watching it jiggle. "These tits of yours... These soft, useless things. No wonder you're such a weakling. You've been barely hiding them under that uniform, pretending to be a real man."
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear, the barrel of her pistol still pressed firmly against his crotch like a promise of violence. "But I see you now, pig. All soft and squishy, leaking like a bitch in heat."
It felt like he was about to melt into a puddle of Pav. He could feel the blood rushing through his body at this unexpected turn of events. He thought he was going to be the one overpowering her, not the other way around. This was just absurd. Sure, he used to sell his body for opiates when he was in the lower ranks, before he could get basically whatever he wanted, but this was different. He was a lieutenant and she was a journalist, for crying out loud. He needed her so unbelievably bad.
She nudged her Lugr into his exposed underwear, pressing the cool barrel right at the entrance of his hot, soaking cunt. His soft breasts heaved with each ragged inhale, still tingling from Karin's rough handling, nipples peaked and aching for more abuse.
"D-Don't..." He pleaded. The words came out before he could stop it. He was terrified at the thought of having a loaded gun right at his entrance. The woman could pull the trigger and he'd be dead, right then and there. He was so unbelievably turned on that it hurt. He needed that gun inside of him like it was the only cylindrical shaped object on earth.
"You know, you're pudgy like a pig, too. You really fit the bill, don't you?" She went to pinch at his stomach, Pav quickly swatting her hand away. "Now... If you agree to give me some answers, I'll help you out. I'm not cruel enough to leave a man high and dry, well, not dry. What you deserve is to be put out of your misery, but I won't do that if you can get me and the others out of this joint. Maybe even make yourself useful and find some spare parts for the train."
Pav finally found his voice. His throat strained as he spoke. "I'm here for a specific reason, I can't have my time wasted doing errands for some wannabes..."
"Oh yeah? And why are you in Prehevil, exactly?" Karin questioned.
"It's none of your goddamn business!" He hissed through his teeth. Karin nudged the barrel of her pistol harder onto his clit, turning his biting response into another whimper. Gods, he felt humiliated. Pathetic. He was being overpowered by this short stack of a blondie and couldn't do anything about it.
"Maybe not, but at least tell me what you're doing out here in the woods all by yourself."
"I was trying to find one of the keys to the city," Pav trembled. He had started grinding against her gun as subtly as he could.
"A key to the city, huh?" Karin murmured, her voice low and mocking, eyes locked on his flushed face. She pinched his inner thigh hard, nails digging into the soft flesh until he yelped. "Sounds important. Bet it's worth more than some rusty train parts. But you're not getting anywhere without spilling more, pig boy. Tell me where you think it is, or I'll fuck you with this pistol until you beg to cum on it."
"Someone must've gone down to the bunker there and gotten the key before I could get there... I don't know how to help you. I'll give you your interview, whatever, just please... None of this has anything to do with me, it's all just a coincidence!"
"Help? Oh, you'll do more than that," she growled, pumping her fingers in time with shallow thrusts of the pistol. Pav's body arched, his pudgy belly pressing against her as slick sounds filled the air, wet squelches from his soaked cunt being violated. "You're gonna cum for me first, tell me every detail while you do. Or should I call the others? Let them watch this fat slut hump my gun like a bitch in heat?"
His resistance crumbled under the assault, the gun's barrel grinding against his clit with every motion. Pav's hands clawed at the tree, nails splintering bark, as he teetered on the edge, desperate and broken.
"How did we even get h-here, exactly?" Pav wondered aloud.
"Does it even matter, anymore?" The thrusts of Karin's gun didn't slow. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. "You'll give me the information that I want, alright? But... After I'm finished with you."
Pav's mind reeled, but Karin's words twisted his thoughts into something filthier, pulling him deeper into submission. His hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the friction as she fucked him harder, the barrel sliding in and out with obscene squelches. Pleasure spiked through him, coiling tighter in his gut. He felt like he was about to burst.
"Pl-Please, please, please..." He chanted quietly, saliva escaping his lip. It dripped down his chin and down his neck.
"Gross."
Just that was enough to bring Pav over the edge, finishing around Karin's Lugr with a drawn out whine. His hot juices spilled over the barrel, making a mess of her gun and the grass underneath them.
"That's it, pig," Karin purred, slowing her movements but not stopping, drawing out his release until he whimpered from overstimulation. "Now talk. Every damn detail, or the others get a turn. Imagine them lining up, cocks out, ready to stuff this sloppy hole while you beg for mercy."
Pav panted, spent and trembling, his mind fracturing under the aftershocks. The bunker... the key... it all blurred with the lingering haze of ecstasy, but her grip tightened, demanding answers as his body betrayed him completely.