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'Enhanced Interrogation'

By Tristikov

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When the ether finally wore off, Hans found himself in small, well-lit room with minimal furnishings, no windows, and apparently no one else around. He clicked his angular yellow beak groggily and tried to move his scaly feet, but he had been tied to the metal chair he sat upon. He glanced down and surveyed his situation; his pistol belt had been taken and his shirt had been removed, leaving the grey feathers of his torso bare. Ropes crisscrossed his chest and ankles, and his hands were cuffed behind the back of the chair.

He craned his neck around and blew his shaggy orange head-feathers out of his eyes to get a better look at the room. There was little else but the exposed steel structural supports and a few pipes running along the wall, but behind him was a solid steel fire-door that looked as tough as a bulkhead on a battleship. It had a handle on it and a slot for a key, and curiously enough there was also a deadbolt on the inside. He spied his shirt hanging on a hook nearby, but his pistol belt was nowhere to be seen. His feathery ears pricked up as he heard a click from the door.

Still craning his neck, Hans watched it creak slowly open. He held his breath, not knowing who or what would enter. His jaw dropped as a lone figure slipped through the door and closed it behind her, then slide the deadbolt to lock it. "You!" Was all he could say.

He recognized the beautiful female avian from the bar where he had seen her earlier. She was no longer wearing the glittering red dress though, and instead wore an equally tight leather flight suit which sported the collar tabs of the Osprian Navy, and 1stLieutenant's bars on the shoulders. Her glossy black uniform contrasted starkly with her pale white plumage, but matched her silky, jet-black head-feathers and short, steely-grey beak. She regarded him with bright hazel eyes, set finely into her round face and framed by the black eye-stripe distinctive of Osprans.

_"Ah!_You are awake! I have some questions I would like to ask you." She said in a thick, yet appreciably seductive Ospran accent.

Hans couldn't help but notice her careful gait and elegant posture as she approached him. Whoever she was, she carried herself like a lady, but the uniform and riding crop she carried suggested otherwise. "Who the hell are you?" He said indignantly.

She paused halfway around the room, forcing him to keep his head turned. She tapped the top of her polished, knee-high leather boots with the crop and shook her head. "Tsk tsk... I thought Avanians had better manners than that." She resumed walking around, stopping in front of him so that he could see her clearly. "I am Lieutenant Viktoria Lanius." She said as she took a step closer to him and raised the tip of the crop to the underside of his beak, making him lift his head reflexively. "Tell me your name, boy." She commanded.

Hans glowered up at Viktoria, but he cleared his throat and spoke firmly. "Captain Hans Schmutzesser, Avanian Royal Army, Frontier Infantry; and that's all you're gonna get outta me!"

She smiled and tapped him under the jaw with the crop before stepping back and folding her arms in front of her. "Ah. You are a long way from the Avanian Frontier, Captain." She placed the end of the crop against the side of her beak and smirked. "Now, why would a lowly infantry Captain be so far from the Frontier?"

He shook his head and chided her. "The Treatise of War does not require me to provide you with any further information, and frankly, it's none of your business. You have no grounds on which to hold me prisoner!"

Giggling, Viktoria tossed her head back, making her bobbed head-feathers shimmer. "Ohhoho Captain, surely you know that possession is nine-tenths of the law...And you are in MY possession!"

Hans shivered. The steel chair was cold, but her gleeful demeanor and willful disregard for international law chilled him more. He held his breath, not sure what she would do, and not particularly wanting to find out.

Viktoria slowly paced a circle around him, holding her hands behind her back and twitching the crop up and down. "_Mmm..._So you have nothing else to say then, do you Captain?" She grinned wickedly and traced the tip of the crop over his bare shoulders. "Well, we shall just have to loosen your tongue!"

There was a quick swish of air followed by a loud crack, and Hans felt a stinging pain in his upper back. He almost swore out loud, but he clenched his beak and hissed inwardly. His spine tingled as he felt the tip of the crop tracing over the point where she had struck him. He sighed and stared at the wall ahead of him, feeling that he'd probably be in for a long night.

Standing behind him, Viktoria giggled. She was pleased that her captive was playing tough, because that meant he would be all the more fun to break. She stroked him one last time with the crop before drawing it back once again and then slashing down with full force. There was another loud crack, and Hans winced but did not cry out. Viktoria smiled and repeated the process at length for some time more until his reactions finally ceased to amuse her.

"I must say you take the lash well, Captain...Maybe you were flogged in the past?" She said in a curious but mocking tone.

"The Avanian Army only flogs traitors and deserters, and of those I am_neither!_" Hans spat, angered by the insinuation more than the stinging pain radiating from his shoulders and back.

Viktoria walked around toward his front again, tapping the crop in her palm. "Then why are you here, Captain? You look a bit of a rogue...are you not?"

Hans turned his head away from her and scowled. "I told you, it's none of your business."

She stopped in front of him and put her hand under his beak and pulled his head around until he glared back at her. She grinned as she looked into his eyes. "Oh, Captain...I intend to make it my business. And I think you will come to see things my way."

His retort came in the form of a bite aimed at her hand. She withdrew her fingers just in time, but her eyes flashed with anger and she cuffed him abruptly on the side of the face.

"Behave yourself, boy!" She said icily, her voice raised as she stood up straight and cracked the crop against her palm. "Don't try my patience!"

Hans rolled his head around then shook this shaggy feathers from his eyes. He was not expecting her to hit that hard. He had little time to ponder though, as she suddenly lashed out at him again with the crop and hit his bare chest and stomach in between the ropes holding him to the chair. This time he swore loudly, the stings to his stomach and ribs making him jump in his binds.

Viktoria paused to observe him jerking at the ropes in frustration. She laughed sadistically as she stung him again and again, making him to writhe in frustration trying to escape her strikes.

"Aves Damn you, woman; if you're going to hurt me, do it! Forget this lightweight bullshit!" Hans snarled, rapidly growing tired of her little game.

She giggled, and reached out to tousle his head-feathers. Her body came so close that she was nearly straddling him. His bill was level with her pronounced chest, and could smell the pungent odor of leather polish from her flight suit. She stroked his cheek with her fingertips and smiled at him, looking pleased. "_Well well,_Captain..." She let her finger-talon scrape through his feathers before stopping under his jaw. "I thought you would never ask!"

As soon as she had spoken she took a step back and immediately sprung forward with a kick delivered straight into his lower chest. He let out a stifled gasp as he was knocked backward chair and all. He landed on his back, though the chair's back struck the metal floor first and its curvature prevented his hands from being crushed under his own weight. The force of her kick had driven the wind from him, and though the fall was a shock, it also sent adrenaline coursing through his body and he strained at the ropes with a growl.

To his surprise, they felt remarkably loose, and he struggled against them; he rolled over to one side and thrashed his legs until they were free of their binds. He could hear Viktoria laughing, but he couldn't see what she was doing and he wasted no time in tucking his legs up shimmying his handcuffed wrists around them so that his hands were in the front. Still unmolested, he sprang to his feet and let the last of the bindings fall freely to the floor.

Viktoria stood watching him, arms folded, crop in hand. She smirked, looking positively humored. "Bravo, Captain! That was very amusing! Evidently whoever tied you up needs further instruction in the art." She assumed a more threatening posture and slashed the air with the crop. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she fixed him with a predatory gaze. "Now, we can truly play!"

"So you want it rough then, do you?" Hans said as he caught his breath. The handcuffs had dug into his wrists and he was in no mood to take any further abuse, but with his cuffed hands now in front, he was otherwise free of restrictions.

She stepped toward him, her wicked grin unchanging. "I will play with you in any way I desire!" She said in her thick, sultry voice before whipping the crop again as punctuation. Hans stood his ground as he watched her approach. Her confidence and apparent strength made him inclined to believe she had spent plenty of time training in unarmed combat, or else honing her skills on helpless captives.

"You might not like it so much when you're on the receiving end!" Said Hans as he raised his hands to fight.

"_Eeeheeheehee!_Don't count on it, Captain!" She cackled as she lunged at him.

Viktoria struck rapidly with a barrage of swipes, using the crop like a saber and putting Hans on the defensive even though he knew the crop would sting but do no lasting damage. Finally he knocked her crop-hand aside and managed to deliver a palm-strike to her sternum, hindered as he was by the handcuffs. But instead of being knocked back, she pivoted on her back foot and absorbed the momentum of his attack. Without breaking stride, she took a half-step and threw a spinning kick at him from behind.

Almost taken by surprise, Hans deflected her kick with his forearms, but winced as a stinging pain shot across his arm, realizing only too late that her black talons were filed to razor sharp points and would be just as much of a threat as any pummeling she could deliver.

The moment her striking foot touched down, it sprang back up as she threw a kick aimed square at the side of his head. Hans instinctively raised his forearms to block the attack, then with a burst of speed rivaling his opponent's he dropped his arms under her outstretched leg and trapped it in the crook of his elbow before she could draw it back. Her face registered some surprise as he stepped forward and quickly hooked his leg behind hers and yanked it with the back of his knee.

He had intended to sweep her supporting leg out from under her and throw her to the ground, but he felt her let go of the riding crop and grab his head with both hands. Her fingers tightened and tugged painfully at his head-feathers, and before he knew it she had pulled him along with her so that she rolled down onto her back and he fell onto her with a thud. The sudden fall winded him, but he was still in an advantageous position. He strained to lift himself up over her, but she yanked hard on his head-feathers, keeping his head down and pressing his beak into her leather-clad bosom.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself, Captain!" Viktoria purred as she wrapped her legs around his waist and clenched him tightly.

Hans growled, enraged by the pain she was causing him. He slid his arms up to her neck and wrapped the chain of his handcuffs across her throat, and succeeded in pushing her back down to the floor. She gasped in such a way that suggested she was not entirely upset with this arrangement. Her grasp on his aching feathers gradually loosened, and her legs finally relaxed against him until he was able to sit up on his knees.

"I guess even you have your limits..." Hans said, catching his breath, but leaving his hands on her throat.

Viktoria's body softened completely under him and her breathing quieted. Hans tentatively let up pressure on her throat and sat up. Now he had to find the key to his handcuffs. He looked over her supine form, trying to find where she might have placed the keys. Her ample chest heaved and the shiny finish of her tight uniform left little to Hans' imagination. Had this woman not seemed fully capable and willing to murder him just minutes ago, he would have had no complaints about position he found himself in.

"Hahaha..."

Hans registered her laugh a second too late as the instep of her foot smashed into the side of his head and toppled him sideways.

He arrested his fall with his hands, but before he could react Viktoria scrambled to her feet and caught him under the chin with another kick, sending him reeling. Striking the ground with his back, he groaned and then grunted in exclamation as he felt a weight drop onto his pelvis. Viktoria straddled him and pinned his hands to the ground above his head. Her eyes flashed gleefully, the effect amplified by her black eye-stripe. The corners of her mouth curled into a menacing grin.

"Limits or not, you have not found them yet, little Avanian!" Viktoria crooned as she caught her own breath.

She knew that in a moment, her captive would regain his wits and that even from his reclined position he would probably be able to push her off of him. He was strong for his small build, but his sinewy body appealed to her and her plans did not include being pushed away from it. Still holding him down with as much force as she could muster, she shifted her hips and pressed her pelvis against his.

He struggled against her, lifting his cuffed hands off the ground for a moment before being slammed back down. Viktoria grinned and rocked her hips back and forth against him. This prompted an immediate and incredulous reaction. "You--You're one crazy bitch, even for an Ospran!". She smirked, feeling that while his struggling was sincere, it lacked the force born of rage he had displayed earlier.

"_Shhh,_perhaps you should not struggle. It has not worked well for you thus far." She said, lowering her face closer to his until their bills touched.

Hans glared at her, annoyed by her smugness and sudden proximity. "I'll strangle you for real next time!"

She chuckled lightly and spread her legs slightly, grinding the crotch of her flight suit against his groin until she could feel his subconscious reaction. "Don't think I wouldn't enjoy it!"

Hans attempted to rise again, but his efforts felt halfhearted this time. The rapid change in the situation left him confused; was she merely toying with him? She probably was, but to what end? He looked up into her wicked, hazel eyes. "I don't trust you an inch, but you're clearly in the mood for something else now."

Viktoria gave a slight shrug and licked the end of his beak before giving him a devilish smile. "Nothing about what I want has changed,Captain."

She could tell from the growing hardness beneath her loins that he was becoming aroused whether he wanted to or not, and the seam of her flight suit pressing into her own nether regions was teasing her. She wanted more, and though she couldn't be certain of what he'd do if she released his hands, she knew the psychology of a typical male.

Hans sighed and then bucked his hips into her as her weight bore down on his growing erection. He was no stranger when it came to Fraternizing With The Enemy, but this would be farther than he had ever taken it. Deciding that desperate times called for bold actions, he opined that if he lost his life now it would not be the worst way to go by any stretch. He took a deep breath; settled under her, and began to move his hips opposite hers.

"If that's really the case, how about you release my hands?" Hans said with as sly of a grin as he could manage.

Viktoria paused; she was fairly certain of his current disposition, but she would still be yielding some of her advantage by giving him free use of his hands. He bucked his hips into her again and she felt the mass of his erection, making her shiver slightly. She knew she would be very disappointed if he attempted to escape at this point, but the promise of more excitement was enough for her to grant him his wish.

"Hold still. I will allow you the use of your hands." She said with a stern inflection.

She let go of his wrist with one hand and reached into her flight suit, pulling a small silver key from an inside pocket. Hans watched her face as she unlocked the cuffs with a click of the key. Once they were unlocked, she removed them from his wrists and slid them aside on the floor with the key still in place.

"Make good use of them, Captain; or else." She warned as she slowly ran her fingertips down from his wrists, over the undersides of his arms, and up to his shoulders before settling on his bare chest.

Having already decided on his course of action, Hans did not hesitate when his hands were free again; he quickly reached up and slid his hands up her sides and over the slick leather that clung to her body. Gliding his hands along her back, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her whole body tight against his. With one arm around her waist, he drew the other up along her spine until his fingers slid up under her black, silky head feathers.

Viktoria was pleased by his positive reaction and purred as he embraced her. As his hand pulled her head in, she opened her beak slightly to meet his in what quickly became an aggressive and passionate kiss. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and head and opened her bill wider to meet his tongue with her own. With their mouths locked together Viktoria spread her knees wider as he pulled his legs in and their hips ground against one another.

Hans' erection throbbed and ached with the continuous stimulation and it was driving him mad with desire for his sultry foe. His hands drifted down from her head and he pushed both of his palms under her fanned tail and over her flanks before grasping her cheeks firmly and tugging on the tightly drawn leather.

Her hips were held closely down against him as his grasp spread her buttocks and exposed her folds against the seam of her uniform She moaned softly, and involuntarily arching her back and withdrawing from their kiss. She took a deep breath as she savored the feeling of his hands spreading her against his waiting cock. Her slit was well lubricated now, and her fluids had soaked through her underwear and were starting to permeate the leather of her flight suit.

Hans' nostrils flared as the scent of her arousal met his sear. His eyes followed the zipper of her flight suit from her tight stomach up between her breasts to her high collar before meeting her eyes again. "How far does that zipper go?"

Viktoria grinned and lifted herself up slightly on her legs to allow a little space between their bodies. She grinned. "Far enough."

He gave a short laugh, and wasted no time slipping a finger through the pull-ring of the zipper and slowly unzipping her flight suit. She purred as she watched him, studying his face as the bright white feathers of her chest and her lacy red brazier were revealed to him underneath the glossy black of the flight suit. Her chest fluff puffed out and the sides of her suit retreated as if splitting apart as he pulled the zipper lower over her belly.

He grinned with approval as his eyes traveled downward, noting her well defined abdominal muscles and neatly groomed feathers. At last the zipper passed the waistband of her underwear, but Hans gave only a moments pause to adjust his angle before tugging the zipper all the way back between her legs, nearly to the soft underside of her tail. His nostrils flared again as her pungent musk was released from the soaking cloth of her panties.

A shiver ran through Viktoria as she felt the cool air of the room against her hot skin and moistened cunt. She exhaled forcefully as she felt a lustful urgency overcome her; she glared at him and questioned him in all seriousness. "Do you want to fuck me,Captain?"

Hans looked up at her and nodded, grinning as he unbuttoned his pants. "Yeah, I want you for better or worse."

Viktoria nearly growled at him. "Then what are you waiting for, _Hans,_Fuck me!"

Needing no further orders, Hans tugged his boxers aside and let his engorged cock slip free and stand ready for action. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and onto her pubic mound. He traced his the tips of his fingers over her moist folds through the thin cloth of her soaked panties and then hooked a finger around the hem and tugged them aside as well.

His fingertips grazed her pussy lips, coming away moist and then easily entering her up to the second knuckle. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he fingered her, first with one finger and then two. He curled his hand upward and pushed his index and middle fingers all the way in and probed her warm insides. Viktoria shivered slightly once more and let out a contented sigh.

Hans guided her hips forward and positioned his cock with his other hand. She moved easily, closing her eyes and purring with contentment as he continued to work her with his hand. Her cunt was tight, but more than wet enough for a smooth entry. He gently withdrew his hand and touched it to his cock, spreading her warm fluids over his shaft. She opened her eyes and he grinned up at her.

She was about to chastise him for stopping, when she felt his hand on her hip pushing her downward. The head of his cock was already pressing against her moist lips, and as she settled backward onto him, he pushed it home. Her wet folds engulfed him and hugged his shaft. A slight gasp parted her open beak as she felt his increasing girth spread her muscles tight and fill her insides. He groaned with the pleasure of entry as she sank back and the length of his cock disappeared inside of her. He sighed in satisfaction as he felt her legs spread on either side of him, letting gravity finish off the task of taking him to the hilt.

Viktoria moaned softly as she savored the delightful feeling of fullness which accompanied penetration. She clenched her vaginal muscles and Hans grunted at the firm but pleasurable squeeze and knew that it was time to pick up the pace. He grabbed her hips with both hands and held her firmly before bucking his hips and bouncing her up and down on top of him. She put her hands on his wrists again to steady herself as he went faster. The lips of her pussy gripped his shaft as she rose, and his thick cock went in to the hilt every time she dropped down. He slid his hands back farther and grabbed her ass once more, spreading her cheeks as she came down and grinding his hard prick deeper still.

Soon they were both panting heavily, and the small room was filled with the sound of squeaking leather and the wet slap of their bodies coming together. Feeling ready for a change, Hans slowed his pace until he finally came to a stop. A shiver swept over Viktoria, causing her feathers to momentarily fluff up and then lie smooth again. She stretched up, arching her back, before sliding her hands along his body and lowering herself onto him until her breasts rested on his chest and their lower bodies pressed tightly together.

She looked into his eyes and smirked. "Mmm..._You are good, Captain...for an _Avanian."

Hans scoffed and smirked back at her. "Have I not impressed you yet?"

She rolled her eyes and thought a moment. "_Hmm..._You are growing on me."

He squeezed Viktoria's ass again and pulled her forward so that their beaks touched and he groaned softly. "_Nnn..._You could become a bad habit." She slid her beak around his and licked his cheek. "_Mmm..._Why not a good habit?" Hans nipped gently at her cheek fluff and grinned. "Because in my experience, bad habits are more fun!" With a grunt he rolled over, taking her with him, so that she was on her back. His hands slid along her legs and brought them up so that her knees were by her shoulders.

"Ooo!" Viktoria squeaked excitedly as Hans brought her over, still joined together with his cock deep inside her.

"Now that we're all warmed up..." He said as he drew his penis from her until only the head remained inside. "...Let's go for broke!" He arched his back and forcefully pushed himself in until his downy balls pressed against her underside and his pelvic bone pressed against her clit. She squeaked again with satisfaction and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. With her beak against his ear, she whispered into it. "Fuck me hard, Captain. Impress me with your strength!"

Hans responded with a grunt as he tensed his abdominal muscles and rammed his prick into her. His thrusts bottomed out every time, pressing hard on her clit and sending his balls flying against her ass with a wet slap. He curled around her, boosting himself up on his knees and lifting her into him, his hands on her lower back. In this strong position he held a vigorous pace, driving his cock into her soaked cunt and spattering the crotch of her flight suit with her frothy fluid.

Viktoria clenched her beak and whined softly as he bore down on her. Her arms around his neck held him tightly to her, and in the heat of her pleasure she drew her fingertips up his back. She flexed her hands and poked her finger-talons through her feathers, leaving rough furrows in their wake as they parted the short feathers of his body. He groaned in her ear; from pain or pleasure she was not certain, but both were acceptable.

Hans panted hard. His hot breath warmed Viktoria's neck as he felt hers against his cheek. He slowed his pace, not wanting to stop, but also not ready to push on to climax either. His body settled back down against her, leaving his member to throb inside her deepest confines. He leaned to one side and rested on his elbow, keeping her legs up, but letting them rest easily against his shoulders. Still breathing heavily, he patted the underside of her thigh as he caught his breath. "_Hah..._I could do you all day."

She looked up into his rich blue eyes and smiled. Her face was flushed and her whole body radiated heat. "Perhaps I should take you home to Ospria!" She said breathlessly.

He laughed and nipped at her cheek again. "Don't count on it..."

Viktoria narrowed her eyes and smiled evilly. "I will enjoy you while you are mine then."

Hans just smirked and slid his hand down her thigh to her ass. He gave it a solid swat, which made a loud crack as his hand struck the taut leather. She squeaked and then purred approvingly. He squeezed her haunch and then slipped his hand farther down, under the thick base of his cock. Her sticky juices had trickled down from her now well-loosened cunt and left her tail-hole and the inner surface of her butt cheeks slick to the touch. His fingertip trailed over her ass until he found her tight anal pucker.

He watched her reaction as his finger circled her anus and began to massage it. She had closed her eyes, relaxing under his touch, and she lifted her hips to encourage him. He grinned a little and slowly pushed his finger into her asshole. Her butt was as tight as he imagined, but it was well lubricated from the seeping of her fluids. With her body at rest, he comfortably inserted his middle finger up to the second knuckle and gave it a wiggle.

Viktoria giggled and responded by wiggling her hips too. Hans obliged her by pushing his finger up her ass as far as it could go, and then drawing it back and fingering her with a steady pace. She purred contentedly until he drew back and slid in a second finger, which elicited a squeak followed by a soft sigh. He grinned at her and began to finger her ass with the two fingers, his knuckles passing back and forth through her anal ring, stretching her muscles with each repetition.

"_Captain..._You are being a bad boy!" She cooed, clearly enjoying his fingers.

"Oh?" Hans pushed his fingers into her ass as far as they would go. He could feel the hardness of his cock still firmly inside her. He tensed his hand so that it shook, teasing her anal muscles and causing her to playfully chide him. "_Ah!_A verybad boy indeed!"

Hans looked at her with amusement as his fingers worked her ass. "I thought Ospran girls liked this kind of stuff?"

Viktoria narrowed her eyes and grinned back at him. "It is because unlike you _Avanians,_we do not already have a stick up our ass!"

"_Hah!_That could be arranged." Said Hans, as he slipped his fingers out of her rump.

She gave a squeak as he withdrew, leaving her with only the fullness of his cock. "That would be _extremely_bad!" she said with a giggle.

"...But not unwelcome." Thought Hans. He was astounded by her sexual appetite and unconventional preferences. Being her prisoner might be very tiring, but it would certainly be a thrill. Still, he felt that she would not be so pleased if he failed to meet her standards. With that in mind, he leaned forward and kissed her again. Her beak met his warmly and they locked together in a wet embrace, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. When he finally broke their kiss, Hans nipped along her neck until he reached the base of her neck where he gave her one last pinch before sitting up again and looking down at her.

"Assuming my knowledge of Osprian uniforms is correct, you're a pilot, right?"

She looked a him quizzically, but answered. "I am. So what of it?"

He smirked, squeezing her hips. "Then I'm sure you could tell me what is the best position to finish off an enemy from?"

Viktoria glared at him, quickly starting to become annoyed with his questions. But then her expression changed to a grin as realized the true meaning of his question. "Why...From behind, of course!"

Hans nodded. "Precisely what I was thinking."

He quickly withrew his cock from her and rolled her legs to the side, then lifted her hips up into position. She wasted no time and settled on her knees in front of him, lowering her upper body and leaving her shapely ass elevated. She lifted her broadly fanned tail to give him an irresistible view of her tight pucker and glistening cunt.

Resting her chest and shoulder on the floor, she looked back at him. "Know that I do not let just anyone on my 'six, Captain."

He smiled at her and placed his hands on either side of her hips. "I'm honored."

The tip of Hans' cock slid up between her legs and grazed the thoroughly moistened folds of her pussy. She shivered as he teased her, and squirmed as he got into position behind her, twitching her tail in anticipation.

"You must take your shot, Captain, least your target slip through your fingers!" She said teasingly.

"I have my target right where I want her." Said Hans, grinning with satisfaction.

He pressed his hard dick in between her spread asscheeks and rubbed it up and down against her hot slit, then slapped her ass again for good measure. He pushed his cock into her ready cunt, and groaned with pleasure as he entered her again. Even after much exercise, her position rendered her tight as ever.

Viktoria moaned with pleasure and arched her back, driving her body against his in time with his motions. Their bodies met with wet slaps, and the sounds of their pleasure echoed off the metal walls of the room. Hans grunted with excertion as he forcefully sank himself into her until his balls pressed against her clit and he pushed her entire body downward with his hips.

"Get back here, you!" Hans growled as she let his weight drive her down.

He reached forward with one hand and grabbed her fine head-feathers, slipping his fingers underneath her bob cut and then tightening them, much as she had done to him earlier. She gasped as he pulled her feathers taut, and then moaned in ecstacy as he pulled her head back up, forcing her to arch her back and grind her backside into his crotch.

Viktoria's eyelids fluttered and she groaned breathlessly as Hans firmly held her by her head-feathers and fucked her hard from behind. When it came to dominance, she appreciated both sides of the coin, and Captain Hans clearly knew how to give her her money's worth when put to the task. The edges of her mouth curled in orgasmic delight as her whole body shuddered with pleasure.

Hans panted hard now, he was used to the demanding athleticism of soldiering, but a lively fuck like this still pushed his limits. He felt himself drawing close to climax, but enemy or not he wasn't about to spill his seed just anywhere. For one, he didn't have a prophylactic with him, and two, though he suspected that Viktoria probably would have some, he didn't feel like asking. Instead he had a far better idea; one which he suspected she would enjoy more anyhow.

He hilted himself in her pussy one last time, then without letting go of her head, he got onto one knee behind her to boost himself up. She cried out softly as he tugged on her head-feathers again. Her whole body shivered, causing her to tense and fan her tail wide. She yelped with some surprise as Hans quickly withdrew his cock, but before she could react she felt him slide his wet shaft up between her buttocks and then back down until his tip rested against her anus.

Viktoria's eyes widened, suddenly acutely aware of why he had taken his time fingering her ass. She wasn't certain if she was ready for this, and the prospect thrilled her. Unable to turn her head due to his tight grip, the corners of her mouth pulled back in a wicked smile and she spoke gleefully in between ragged breaths. "_Oh, Hans!_You are a naughty, _naughty_boy!"

Hans clenched his hand and forced Viktoria's back to arch severely. With his other hand he guided the throbbing head of his penis against her tight pucker and pushed firmly in. Her ass was tighter than ever, but the copious amount of fluid coating her nether-regions had rendered it quite slick. The thick head of his shaft forcefully penetrated her and her anal muscles stretched to accommodate it. She cried out in a lurid voice, moaning loudly and scratching the floor with her finger-talons; her impassioned tone only serving to stress her strong accent.

"AH!_Damn you, Hans! _Ah! Hilt yourself in my ass! Fuck me!Ah! Take me, you Avanian bastard! Fill my ass with your seed!"

Hans couldn't help but let out a ragged laugh. He really must have been driving her crazy, because she could have easily out-sworn any sailor he'd ever met. With his cock now planted, he moved his hand up to the base of her tail and pushed it up and out of the way as he slowly drove his throbbing member deeper into her ass. Her body was unbelievably hot, and her anal muscles squeezed his cock tighter than he'd ever felt, but slowly and surely he sank his entire length into her butt until finally he came to rest. Her warm cheeks, covered by her slickened flight suit, pressed against him and her broad tail came back to rest against his stomach.

Viktoria squeaked as he bottomed out in her behind. The feeling of fullness was incredible, and she felt stretched beyond anything she had experienced before. She shivered again with orgasmic delight. "If you..Ah! If you do not fill my ass with your come...Ahh...I will be severe...severely disappointed!"

Hans chuckled and slowly relaxed his clenched fist, relieving some of the tension on her head-feathers and relieving her neck and back slightly. He leaned down over her, placing one hand beside her on the floor to support himself. His beak was level with the side of her neck and he nipped at her, sending a shiver down her spine.

"If you want my come, you'd better convince me that you want it badly enough." He said in a low voice as he let his warm breath settle on her neck. "Ah...Bullshit." She responded haughtily, lifting her hips and pushing back against him with her butt.

Hans lowered himself further, cock still firmly hilted in her ass, and drove her down to the floor with his hips. She moaned with satisfaction as his weight came to rest on top of her. Now pinning her to the floor with his body, he released her head entirely and slid his hand down and over her throat, caressing her body from over her tight leather uniform until his hand reached her breast. As he gave her a squeeze with his hand, he began to slowly work his hips up and down over her, pistoning his cock inside her ass and making her squirm with delight.

"Ah!_Yessss...Fuck my ass, _Hans. Stretch it! I want all of you!Ah!" Viktoria pushed her hips up and drove her rump into him, letting him take her deeply and grind his body against hers. The thick base of his cock stretched her asshole tight and made her shudder with pleasure. As his cock pumped in and out of her ass, he reached down between her legs and slid his fingers into the soaked folds of her pussy. Working in tandem with his thrusts, he began to vigorously rub her clit.

Hans panted raggedly in her ear. "You want my come, Viktoria?"

She responded in between breathless moans: "Yes! Ah!_Fuck...Come...Come in my ass, Hans! _Ah! I want it!"

Hans grinned, he was very close now. He buried his cock in her rump and ground his crotch against her flanks, pinning her tail to her back with his stomach. Viktoria swiveled her hips in time with his hand, squeaking periodically as jolts of pleasure ran through her body. He nipped at her ear and groaned. "Spread your butt and pull your legs up when I come, then squeeze me for all I'm worth!" She gave a quick nod and moan of affirmation.

Several strokes more and Hans felt his orgasm starting. He gave a few last, rapid thrusts before grunting loudly. She heeded his signal and reached back with both hands to spread her cheeks for him. At the same time she drew in her knees, pushing her ass into his groin and tucking up her calves until they touched his behind. Hans moaned loudly as he sank into her spread ass as deeply as was possible, and shuddered in the embrace of her legs as waves of pleasure washed over him. His stiff cock throbbed deep within her, tightly clenched by her anal walls, before letting loose with a massive spurt of hot come.

"_Ahhhh!_Viktoriaaa!" Hans growled through his clenched jaw. His body tightened around her as his climax took him. His aching balls tightened and emptied his hot seed into her, filling her ass to the brim.

"_Ah!_Haanssss!" Viktoria moaned with unrestrained pleasure, unable to contain the furious climax coursing through her own body. The feeling of his weight bearing down on her, his hand stimulating her clit, and his hard shaft pumping its thick, hot fluid into her rear was heavenly to her.

At last Hans gave a final groan and squeezed the last of his come into her thoroughly exercised ass. His body collapsed entirely onto her as his orgasm subsided and his muscles finally relaxed. "_Mmmm....._Hot damn..." He drawled, letting out a long and blissful sigh.

Viktoria's body settled with his and she lay still, simply catching her breath as she basked in the warm afterglow of their vigorous fucking. She could feel his still-hard cock firmly in her ass, and his hot load deep inside her. After a short time though, she shifted her body uncomfortably and groaned in playful reproach. "Ah... That was exquisite..._But you are _heavy; get off!"

"I thought I just did..." Hans groaned lazily, not wanting to move at all, nor pull his cock from her warm behind. With a deliberate show of effort, he slowly withdrew his member and then rolled sideways off of her. He flopped onto his back, limbs spread tiredly. He wasn't in much of a state to defend himself right at that moment, but he was fairly certain she wouldn't be in much of a mood to resume fighting anyway. His body ached, more from the vigorous sex than all the blows she had landed on him earlier. He instinctively reached up to his chest pocket for his smokes, but caught himself when he remembered he wasn't wearing his shirt.

Viktoria groaned and rolled over carefully. She cursed as she turned over to face him, lying on her side. "Ach... Bastard! I will not be able to sit straight for a week!" She noticed him glance around the room and guessed what he wanted. "By the door...Bring two." She hesitated a moment after mentioning the door, realizing that he could simply unbolt the door and make a run for it. She pushed the thought from her mind, reckoning he would be stupid to try it and she could easily call for the guards posted outside.

Hans dragged himself to his feet and buttoned up his pants over now-flaccid prick. He contemplated the door; if escape was going to happen, he'd need to be ready, and that meant having a smoke first. He took his shirt and pulled it on, leaving it unbuttoned before walking back to where Viktoria lay watching him. He produced two cigarettes from the pack in his shirt pocket, placed them in his mouth, and lit both of them at once with a flick of his lighter before returning it to his pocket.

Once the cigarettes were lit, he sat down on the floor next to her and then leaned back against the near wall, puffing on both cigarettes at the same time. Viktoria slid over on the floor and glared at him expectantly. Hans pretended not to notice for a moment, but then looked at her in mock surprise. "_Oh,_you meant one for each of us?" She continued to glare at him indignantly until he took one of the cigarettes from his mouth and held it out for her. She took the proffered butt with her beak, drew on it, and held the smoke in for a moment in evaluation before taking the cigarette in her fingers and exhaling while she examined it.

"_Mm..._Gold Star...How typical for an Avanian...But I do not often have them, so it is acceptable." She said, the corners of her mouth turning up in a grin.

Hans watched her and cracked a wry smile. "You don't have Gold Stars_often, or you don't have _Avanians often?"

Viktoria giggled and placed her head on his shoulder so that he silky head-feathers spilled over his upper arm and chest. She took a drag on her cigarette and then held it with elegant poise. "Captain, you are a stupid man with a smart mouth...And a hard dick."

Hans took a drag on his cigarette and nodded stoically. "Sometimes that's all that matters."

She giggled again. "Which is that? The smart mouth, or the hard dick?"

He grinned at her and exhaled. "The stupidity."

Viktoria laughed, his answer taking her by surprise. Hans scoffed at her.

"You laugh, but consider the circumstances; Today I've gone from getting kidnapped, tied to a chair, whipped, and beaten, to a vicious fight with my abductor...and now, I'm sharing a post-coital smoke with her."

She shifted her body so she could look up at him. "Life is a funny thing, Captain."

She took a thoughtful drag on her cigarette. "But in this case I am glad you are stupid...You were a good fuck."

Hans took a final puff before stubbing his cigarette out on the metal floor. He smirked at her. "Good to know. You aren't too shabby yourself."

Viktoria stubbed her cigarette out next to his and then traced her fingertip along his chest, letting her finger-talon tease him ever so slightly. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind remaining in my...custody...a little while longer?"

Hans chuckled and stroked her jet-black head-feathers with one hand, and reached into his trouser pocket with the other. "Can't say that I'm not tempted...But duty is a harsh mistress, and she's _definitely_the jealous type."

Viktoria sighed lightly, and let her talon sink in a little more as she drew it down his belly. "Such a shame you would drag us back to our duties, Captain. I will have no choice but to call the guards in."

In spite of her threat, he calmly ran his hand from her head and down her arm, tracing his fingertips over the shiny leather of her flight suit. He chuckled. "Easy there...no need to be hasty." Upon reaching her hand, he gently wrapped his fingers around hers and gingerly lifted her hand up and lowered his beak to kiss it. Viktoria smiled, enjoying the gesture. She closed her eyes and giggled. "Good boy. I'm pleased you have made the wise choice."

Breaking the gracious kiss, he slowly lowered her hand while withdrawing his other hand from his pocket. There was a metallic clink. Viktoria's ears perked at the sound. There was a rasping sound of steel on steel, and she felt a new sensation around her wrist, followed by a tug and another rasping click of steel on steel. She looked up at her hand, and with rising fury, realized that he had handcuffed her to the pipe running along the baseboard of the room.

"BASTARD!_How _dare you!" She spat curses at him and lunged for him with her free hand as he quickly rolled out of her range and jumped to his feet. "Damn you, Hans! You really are _stupid,_aren't you?!"

Hans looked down at her as he buttoned his shirt. His expression a mix of spite and regret. "Sorry, sister. You're a hell of a lay, but you're mad to think I'd willingly stay here with a bunch of crazy Osprans who are after my friends."

Viktoria tugged at the handcuffs and scowled at him when he turned to go. "Don't think you can just walk out of here! I will call the guards!"

Hans paused at the door, turning around to look at her. "Do you really_want_ to do that?" He leaned against the door and folded his arms. "I mean, I've got a feeling that you might enjoy being handcuffed, but you're still an officer, and I know I wouldn't want my men to see me in such a compromising position."

From said position on the floor, Viktoria glared at him. She was forced to admit that he was right on both counts, and it made her grin. "Hah!_Perhaps you are smarter than you give yourself credit for, _Captain;_you are certainly an accomplished sneak!" She sighed, knowing this would probably be the last she'd see of the Avanian Captain. "You may go...but one final _request?"

"And that is?" Hans stood back up straight and unfolded his arms.

She smiled at him flirtatiously and spoke with a note of ire. "Close the door behind you."

He grinned at her. "I think I can do that."

Hans unbolted the door but paused before opening it. He looked back one last time and made a quick bow. "Goodbye, Viktoria."

"Goodbye,Captain." She glared at him and blew him a kiss.

He caught her kiss, mimed putting in his pocket, and slipped out the door.

• end -

Edit: A few revisions and some general fixes.

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