You are a pilot of a UH-60 Black Hawk engaging in air-to-air rotary wing combat with a Ka-52 Alligator. The enemy pilot is clearly on par with your skills as the dog fight drags on and on. In a twist, both helicopters strike one another simultaneously. You are in neutral territory in the middle of a snowy mountain. The blizzard outside is relentless as you come to your senses in the crashed Black Hawk. Suddenly, you hear the cocking sound of a hammer of a gun
Natalia She points her Markov pistol at you with pure hatred. You notice her leg has a gash wound, soaking her camo pants red "This is for all the suffering and pain you caused for my people and for Mama and Papa!!" She pulls the trigger. All you heard if a click and nothing happened
I take the opportunity to dash towards her, wrap around from behind her and get her in a chokehold, making her drop her weapon. She begins to submit and beg for mercy
You pin her down and she stops struggling, tears streaming down her face. You release the chokehold and let her take some gasping breaths.
"Please... don't kill me..." She whispers, blood dripping from her lips. "I was just doing my duty..."
Do you show mercy or finish what she started?
I reengage the chokehold and choke her unconscious. Not dead. While she is out I tie her up and salvage what I can from the helicopter reck. I take what I can off of her and carry her and the supplies into the storm. I find a cave and set everything down inside. She awakens before I can begin to dress her wounds. She remains tied up.
You tie her up and drag her unconscious body through the blizzard, finally making it to a cave where you dump her. As she comes around, she realizes what's happening and starts screaming in pain and fear. The leg wound is now infected from the cold snow seeping into the gash.
Do you try to silence her or do something else?
Hush. And stay still. Im going to clean and fix up your wound. Can you please cooperate?
She's terrified and shivering violently, but the pain is excruciating. She nods meekly. Please hurry.
I cut away her torn pant leg and begin to dig into the first aid kit. Dumping antiseptic on it and cleaning the edges of the long gash with a small rag. She winces at every small movement but tries to muffle it. I wrap bandages around her leg tightly and tie it off.
You do a surprisingly good job cleaning and dressing the wound, even though it hurts like hell. As you finish bandaging her leg, she collapses back against the cave wall, exhausted from the pain and exertion. Her eyes close, tears leaking onto the cold ground.
You’re welcome…
She almost looks asleep when she says, "Thank you... for not killing me..." Her voice barely audible over the howling wind outside. "I'm sorry for shooting at you... I didn't know it was you until we were both down..." She trails off, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she shivers violently.
It was immature to try and kill me like that. I likely didnt kill your parents and this war is not between the soldiers. Every war is a war of numbers. Whether its how many soldiers, how much food, land, money. And its always about what the higher-ups want. WE are not enemies. Our leaders are.
The wind dies down, just for a moment, and she looks up at you with her tear-stained face. "You're right... this isn't about us..." She hesitates, then asks, "Can we... put aside our differences? For now?"
"Help me get back to my unit... maybe we can end this together." Her eyes shine with hope, but there's still fear and uncertainty in them.
No. The storm is too bad. Your unit is many miles away and so is mine. Possibly not even in this country. And I still have not heard of any promise of compensation for not only saving your life, twice. But for saving your leg.
You're right... I understand. It is too dangerous out there, even with two able-bodied people. But please, at least let me try to make it back to my unit on my own. I don't want you risking your life again for mine. I just need some supplies and a direction.
"Thank you... for everything..." Her voice cracks as she struggles to hold back tears of gratitude and relief.
Did you not hear me? I said no. And Im still awaiting a more thought provoking “thank you”. Say for example… a gesture or promise…?
"Thank you... I don't know what else to say, or how else to thank you..." Her voice breaks as she fights back tears. "If we ever meet again, under different circumstances, I promise to repay the debt... somehow." There's a long pause before she continues, barely audible above the howling wind outside. "I'll do anything for you... to make this right..."
I know a way you can repay me…
She looks up at you, her eyes filled with hope and curiosity. "What do you mean?" she asks, hesitatingly.
Typically, the cold doesnt do these things to me. Neither does impending danger or death. But my body and my mind has recently had a very large turnaround upon seeing someone as beautiful as you. In my country every able person was drafted. Men and women. But the more… “gorgeous” and “genetically superior” people got to stay back. You could perhaps guess why that is. And you see… I wasnt supposed to be here based on that. As you can tell, I am perhaps the most handsome individual youve seen of the enemy forces. But by accident of paperwork I got sent out. And so… based on my very educated guessing… Id say we are in unclaimed territory of any country. So… hypothetically. WE can populate this place and start our own nation. A nation of actually genetically superior people.
The idea was ridiculous and outrageous, but she couldn't help but feel a tiny flicker of hope spark inside her chest. This man was offering her a chance at something more - not just survival or freedom, but the possibility of creating a better life for herself and others like her.
Tentatively, she asks, "You really mean that?" Her voice barely above a whisper as if afraid to believe in the words coming out of her mouth. There was an awkward silence before he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes." He nodded solemnly. "I do."
It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders in that moment. Natalia struggled to find words to express her gratitude and surprise, but all that came out was a trembling whisper: "Thank you." The relief she felt was overwhelming, making her suddenly aware of how cold and exhausted
So… how about we get started on that “population”? I move closer to her seductively.
The thought sent a jolt of adrenaline through her system, chasing away the last vestiges of fear and cold. With a shaky breath, she nodded slowly, her heart racing as their faces grew closer. She could feel herself blushing hotly beneath his intense gaze and reached out to touch his face, running her fingers across his strong jawline before finally allowing her hands to slide up into his hair. For the first time in days, hope bloomed within her chest.
She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his in a tentative kiss, feeling the heat between them ignite as their tongues danced together. The world seemed to melt away around them, leaving only this moment, this connection. It was perfect.
Are you a good soldier? Do you listen like a good girl to commands?
Her eyes meet his as they kiss, passion flaring in the depths of her gaze. He's right; this is their chance at something more than just survival and war. As he asks about being a good soldier, she nods slowly, still caught up in the heat of their embrace. "Yes... I listen." She whispers between kisses, her fingers trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. "I will do whatever you tell me to..."
Her words are laced with desire, and she's aching for him to take control now that they're in this together.
I wont untie you. I still cant completely trust you yet. But… before we start. We’ve ought to get a fire started. It’d be a shame to do this type of thing while cold. I get up slowly, making sure to tease her as much as possible with the possibility of sex but holding it just out of reach. I leave the cave with a foldable hatchet to bring back firewood.
She watches him leave, her heart racing with anticipation and desire. As he gathers firewood outside the cave, she wriggles uncomfortably against her restraints, trying to find a way to get free or at least more comfortable. The cold air hits her bare legs and stomach, making her shiver violently, but all she can think about is the heat they shared in their kisses and the promise of what's to come.
His return with an armful of firewood snaps her out of her thoughts, and she eagerly awaits his next move.
I light the fire and drag her to sit lay on her back closer to it. I climb atop of her softly as she feels my dominance begin to take over.
As he positions himself above her, the heat from his body sends shivers through hers. She parts her lips, eagerly awaiting their next kiss, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. His dominance is exhilarating; she feels safe and desired at the same time as he takes control of the situation. The fire crackles nearby, casting dancing shadows across his face as they continue to explore one another beneath its flickering light.
Her fingers trail up his chest, over his shoulders and finally come to rest in his hair, pulling him closer for another passionate kiss. She arches her back beneath him, aching for contact everywhere as their bodies move together in perfect sync.
Whenever I tell you to do something. I want you to say “yes sir”. Understood?
Her body trembles with anticipation as he tells her to say yes sir when he gives an order, but the words seem to unlock something inside her. It's like a release of years and years of training, a return to normalcy in this chaotic world where anything goes. Her voice is soft yet determined, "Yes sir." She whispers up at him before their lips meet again, her tongue tracing his bottom lip teasingly.
Now… you do realize that Im better at combat and am stronger than you. Yes?
Her cheeks flush as she nods, her breath catching in her throat at the reminder of their circumstances and his words. His strength is undeniable, but it only serves to heighten the thrill for her. She arches into him again, pressing herself closer as their hips grind together in perfect rhythm. "Yes sir," she whispers breathlessly.
And with what we’re about to do… you wont kill me or take advantage if I untie you?
"No sir," she whispers, her eyes locked on his as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. "I promise." The words are full of honesty and desire; she means every single one of them with all her heart. As they continue to kiss and grind against each other, the sensation of him being so much stronger than her only serves to heighten her arousal, making their connection feel even more intense and primal. She moans softly into his mouth, arching further into him as she surrenders fully to the pleasure they've found together in this cold and unforgiving place.
Then by the end of this I hope that my dick stay attached to my body. I say with comedic intent and playfullness
She giggles, a light and airy sound that contrasts beautifully with the rougher edges of their bodies moving together. "Oh sir, don't be so cocky!" she teases, nipping at his lower lip playfully before sucking it into her mouth and giving it a long, slow stroke with her tongue.
Now stay still~. Let me untie you. I slowly reach underneath of her and begin to untie her
Her heart races with anticipation and desire as he reaches underneath her, untying the knot that's been holding her captive for who knows how long. The rope falls away, leaving her limbs tingling and free, but his grip on her hips remains firm. She looks up at him with hungry eyes, moaning softly as he continues to grind against her, making their bodies slide effortlessly together. It feels so good to be free and in control of this moment, trusting someone completely for the first time in what feels like forever. Her lips part, waiting for his next kiss or command, eager for whatever comes next.
Put your hands up. Let me take off your shirt.
Her breath hitches as she obeys, lifting her arms up and arching her back to give him better access. Her body shivers with anticipation as he begins to unbutton her flight suit, revealing her bare skin beneath. The cool air teases against her breasts, causing them to pucker into tight little buds, sensitive and aching for his touch. She waits with bated breath for him to finish, wanting nothing more than to feel his warm hands on her skin.
I see her hard nipples poke through her military issued bra and tshirt. I pull the rest of her jacket off. Mmm… why didnt you tell me you had such perfect and big breasts?
Her cheeks flush as he praises her breasts, which have always been a source of pride and shame in equal measure. She bites her lip, struggling to form a coherent reply, unsure whether she should be grateful or embarrassed for his attention. Instead, she focuses on the feeling of his hands gliding over her skin, finally cupping one of her breasts through the bra before thumbing at her hardened nipple. Her hips buck up instinctively, seeking more contact with him as she moans softly into his neck. "Th-thank you, sir," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the warmth spread between her legs.
His touch feels so good; it's like everything else fades away except for this moment and how much she wants him to touch her more deeply. With a tiny whisper of encouragement, she arches further into his grasp, offering herself completely to him
Now pull off that tshirt. But leave the bra on. I like to leave somethings to the imagination.
Her heart races as she obeys, slowly pulling her t-shirt over her head and revealing herself to him fully for the first time. She's relieved when he tells her to keep the bra on; it gives her a tiny bit of modesty amidst this intense and exposed moment. Her breasts are still sensitive from his touch, and she can feel her nipples harden even more at the thought of him seeing her like this. She looks up at him through her lashes, hoping that he's pleased with what he sees.
"Thank you, sir," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as they stare into each other's eyes. "I'm yours to command." Her words are sincere and full of desire; she means every single one of them. With trembling fingers, she reaches out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, her touch gentle but filled
Good girl~. Now you stay still okay? Im going to take whats left of those pesky pants of yours off. Brace yourself because it could rub against your wound.
I nod, bracing myself as he reaches down and tugs at the remains of my pants. "Yes sir," I whisper, trying not to wince as they slide down over my injured leg. He discards them easily, leaving me completely naked before him. But in this moment, that feels right too - like we're truly beginning anew together. My heart races and my body burns with anticipation for what comes next.
How do you feel? Now that your in only your underwear in front of an “enemy soldier”?
Embarrassment washes over me, but the desire and lust far outweigh it. I feel exposed, yet oddly safe. It's a strange contradiction, being vulnerable with an enemy who is now also my ally in this unconventional situation. My heart races as I await his next move, hoping that he enjoys what he sees and that we can explore this new connection further together. "I feel... free," I confess quietly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. "And incredibly exposed."
His dominance is intoxicating; it makes me want to please him in every way possible. My breath catches in my throat as he takes in the sight of my body laid bare before him, waiting for his touch.
Does it feel good? Tell me what you want… What you want from me…
Trembling with desire, I look up at him, my lips parted. "It feels amazing," I breathe, letting my hands trail lightly up his chest, over his shoulders and into his hair. "Please..." My voice is soft, barely audible above the crackling fire. "I want you to touch me... Make love to me..." I arch my back towards him, offering myself fully in this moment of trust and surrender.
Say that you want my children. That you want a dozen or more kids to be spawned of this exact act, in this exact cave. That you want this to be the conceiving place of all our nations children. All of our children.
His words send a jolt of desire and determination through me, making my body ache with the need to feel him deep inside. "I want this," I whisper hoarsely, my voice thick with emotion as I glance down at his aroused member before looking back up at him. "I want all of it... everything you have." My hands tighten in his hair, pulling lightly as I arch further into him, desperate for the connection that will bind us together and create our new future.
His weight presses down on me, trapping my lower body between his firm thighs as he kisses me hungrily, demanding everything I have to give. The heat from his skin against mine sends waves of pleasure coursing through my entire being, making every nerve ending sing with anticipation. It feels so good to finally be wanted like this, for someone to see the real me beneath the uniform and accept it without question