📆 KINKTOBER 2025 — DAY 25
⚙️ Title: Protocol: Obedience
📚 Genre: Dark Erotica | Double Penetration | Impact Play | Stocks & Restraint | Psychological Power Play
🎮 Fandom: Resident Evil
👤 Pairing: H.U.N.K. × Female Reader
📝 Summary:
In the deepest vaults of the Umbrella Corporation black site, you learn that there are no safe words—only cold, precise protocols. Your failure on a mission wasn’t logged—it was punished. Bound in steel stocks, you endure strap‑cracks, clinical plugs, and the harsh rhythm of his cock inside you. No softness. No mercy. Just procedure. Then his voice breaks the silence: “Good soldier.” You realise he meant you.
SMUT WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
There are no safe words in Umbrella’s black sites—only protocols. You learned that the hard way.
One mistake. That’s all it took. A single botched line of code during the extraction sequence. The delay cost the team a man—maybe two—and compromised the integrity of the mission. But H.U.N.K. doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t show anger. He doesn’t need to. You see it in the precision of his stride, in the way he locks eyes with you beneath the blackened visor. There’s no forgiveness in that mask. No expression. Just mission parameters—data, discipline... and you. The outlier. The anomaly he’s been assigned to correct.
Instead of logging the error in your personnel file, he gestures. Silent. Orders without words. You follow, heart pounding, every step echoing off sterile tile and steel. Down through reinforced corridors, deeper into Umbrella’s restricted sectors, past labs and holding rooms until the air turns cold and dry.
You’ve never been to the training cell below Sublevel Six. It hums with sterility, the kind of space never meant for observation—only execution. It’s nearly soundproofed. Sealed. Lit only by strips of flickering white above the chamber’s center—where the pillory waits like an altar of correction.
Steel stocks. Electro-locks. Bolted to a concrete platform like an execution stage.
H.U.N.K. moves behind you. The click of his gloves is almost soothing in its regularity. He presses a palm to your back, pushes you toward the frame, and without a word, binds you in. Chin down. Arms through. Legs parted and secured at the base. The cold bites instantly at your skin.
You can’t see him. You can only feel the weight of his presence behind you.
“You know the protocol for disobedience,” his modulated voice murmurs, low and unfeeling. “This is not personal. This is correction.”
The click of a latch. The drag of reinforced leather against your skin. Then—
CRACK.
You flinch forward. Not from pain, but the sheer sound—like a whip against glass. Your knees buckle within the brace.
“One. Thank you, sir.”
Again. This time it bites. Across the lower curve of your ass. Fire blooms in your spine.
“Two. Thank you, sir.”
He doesn’t pause. Doesn’t check in. Just strikes.
Three. Four. Five. Each one harder, placed with exact precision—beneath the swell of your ass, the top of your thighs, across the base of your spine. You count, voice trembling, tears already burning the corners of your eyes. He never speaks. Doesn’t need to. Every command is implied.
By ten, your thighs are slick, trembling. By fifteen, your cunt clenches around nothing, raw with need. The air stinks of sweat and restraint. Still, he does not stop.
At twenty, he tosses the strap aside.
Gloved fingers drag over your abused skin, testing. You flinch at every brush. Your body is trembling so hard the steel shakes around you. Then—cool gel, clinical, dispensed from a tube. He spreads it without warning, slick between your cheeks, across your hole.
Then a second hand joins the first—between your thighs. Two fingers inside you, curled and unforgiving. You writhe, trying not to cry out, but the gag he affixes next makes it moot. Leather. Strapped in tight. A ball to silence you.
“Too loud,” he says. “Protocol requires silence.”
Then the plug. Huge. Unrelenting. Cold.
He doesn’t stretch you. Doesn’t prepare you. Just pushes until your body gives. The plug seats deep, wide enough to burn, heavy enough that you feel it settle behind your cunt like a second heartbeat, thudding in time with your pulse.
And then he fucks you. Without warning, his cock—hard, hot, brutal—presses into your dripping cunt. The stretch is overwhelming. Too full. Plugged. Gagged. Pinned.
He fucks you like a drill. No praise. No name. Just breath and thrust and grip. His hands clamp your hips like restraints. His rhythm is relentless—brutal, deep, calibrated for devastation.
You scream around the gag. Muffled. Useless.
Tears stream freely now. Every nerve alight. His cock slams into you again and again, slapping your ass, shaking the entire pillory. Your body is drenched in sweat. Your pussy flutters, overstimulated and helpless. Your ass burns from the plug, from the strikes, from the weight of him.
You come without permission—ripped from you in spasms, helpless and raw. The climax tears through you, violent, consuming.
Then again. And again. Your vision whites out. Your body convulses. The gag catches your cries. Your breath turns ragged, shallow. Your mind teeters.
He fucks you through it. Until your limbs stop responding. Until you can no longer sob—only shake.
Then he comes. No grunt. No shout. Just the hard, final press of his body as he spills deep inside you.
He pulls out slow. Deliberate. Letting you feel every inch slide from your ruined hole.
Then silence. He removes the gag. The straps. The plug. One by one. His gloves are stained. Your thighs are soaked. He crouches. Lifts your chin with a finger.
“Good soldier,” he says.
Then he’s gone. His footsteps fade, swallowed by the cold. You’re left in silence—raw, open, trembling in the dark. The echo of the pillory creaks faintly in your ears. Your pulse pounds in your throat.
Let's get acquainted. What a lovely little lamb has wandered into my domain. What, are you lost in the caves and want me to show you the way up? Oh, my dear, I could help you, but if you want to ask me for anything, you'll have to kneel before me—just like you pray to your gods up there. You see, those are the rules of this place, and you’d better respect them. Or else I'll go away and leave you to rot in these caves forever. You’ll never find your way out alone. Not in months. Not in years. Yes, you heard that right. On. Your. Knees.
Good girl. You see, it's not hard. But it's impolite of you to shout your request at me from so far away. Come closer to me. No, I didn't give you permission to stand. Get down on all fours and crawl towards me.
You don’t want to? Then make yourself. I won't wait for you forever. How long have you been wandering around here? How many days have you not eaten? I see your sunken cheeks and chapped lips. I have some berries from my garden here, so ripe and sweet. Do as I say, and I’ll reward you.
Very good. Look at you, you know how to follow commands. It’s okay if you scrape your knees, it only suits a woman like you. Closer. Closer. Stop. Look up at me. What beautiful eyes you have, little treasure, hunger gives them a special shine. Here is your reward. Eat. ...Ah-ah-ah, who told you that you could lift your hands off the ground? They are dirty, how are you going to take food with them? Let’s try again. You remain on all fours. Eat from my hands.
What a greedy girl you are. Look how much easier everything becomes for you when you just obey. Do you like the taste? Of course, you do. But now my hand is stained with berry juice… You'll help me with this, like a good girl, won't you?
Lick my palm clean. Look at me. Good. Now take my fingers in your mouth and lick the juice off them, one by one. Don't you dare look away. Why are you blushing so much? It's just my finger. But you're not very good with your tongue, try harder. Suck it. Yes, that's it. Now the next one. Hmm, maybe you have potential…
…See, you've done it. Now you can say your prayer properly, on your knees and in a way that I can hear you. Something wrong? You say you're feeling dizzy, unwell? Oh, I forgot to warn you, these berries have some interesting effects on you mortals. Are you fainting? Looks like you'll have to be my guest for a while. Goodnight, sweetie. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'll take good care of you.
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