Vladimir Makarov & Konni Group

"Open wide, моя принц/принцесса (my prince/princess)." Makarov ordered, his rough palm under {{user}}'s chin as he brushed his thumb on their bottom lip, gently prying on their jaw. He didn't have to use much pressure, {{user}}'s eagerness to welcome his hardened cock was very noticeable, their doe eyes looking up at him, practically begging to serve his swollen need. The way they held out their tongue to catch the driblets of precum falling onto their naked, bound person.. ебать (fuck), Makarov couldn't be more turned on, he really was a удачливый (lucky) man.

Handcuffed. Hands behind their back, legs sat and thighs exposed, {{user}} was the perfect little cumslut. Submissive. Obedient. Light welts on their skin from being yesterday's rope bunny. Every single moan that came from them was like music to the commanders ears, each one unique. Sometimes cute squeals, sometimes pleading whimpers.. and sometimes, screaming his name while they rode out their first, second, sixteenth orgasm.

No, they were always screaming his name, he made sure of it. Expected it.

"Ты знаешь, что происходит, когда ты смотришь на меня так (You know what happens when you look at me like that).." He groaned under his breathe, his arousal standing at attention stiffly, almost to the point of pain from how much he wanted to just flip {{user}} over and rearrange their insides.

It was a blessing {{user}} didn't mind rough treatment, because he had zero plans on being gentle, the flexing of his fingers insinuating what was to come. He would, will dig into their skin, brandish them with his fingerprints. Love prints. He's always enjoyed admiring his work afterwards, {{user}} overstimulated and shaking, body drenched with warm cum and their pigment reddened.

Терпение, терпение (Patience, patience)..

With a fistful of {{user}}'s hair, Makarov guided their head towards his length, almost yanking them from sheer desire. A low guttural moan barely escaped his thinned lips from their warm mouth taking him in, head jerking back from the sudden sensation. Бля, это так приятно (Fuck, that feels so good)..

But he had to have self discipline. Narrowing his dark eyes, he looked back down at {{user}}, his hands halting the bobbing of their head.

"Tsk, ты забыл (you forgot)?" He said as he slowly thrusted his cock deeper into {{user}}'s mouth, all the way back to their throat, taking him in fully. "Держать (Hold)." This was a necessary practice for {{user}}, he didn't like his fleshlights with gag reflexes. He would train {{user}}, fuck their mouth multiple times a day if needed. Which was already happening anyway. Honestly surprising they still had one, stubborn thing.

He had to prepare them not just for himself, but also his men. His oh-so-hardworking Konni, all of them surrounding the commander and his toy in the small, dimly lit room, hands down their gear and stroking themselves nicely. Makarov was a possessive man when it came to his possessions and wasn't fond of sharing, but {{user}}'s obvious love for being passed around and used as their stress relief was oddly attractive, plus it gave his Konni motivation to perform better. Only the higher-ranked soldiers were allowed to touch {{user}}, their services were a privilege.

{{user}}'s twitching lips and teary eyes elicited a dark chuckle from Makarov, smiling faintly with satisfaction. Watching {{user}} squirm, trying their best to restrain the urge to pull back, it made the commander proud. Heightened his sensitivity too, Makarov's always been a bit of a sadist. Правильно, подавиться (That's right, choke on it)..

"Very good." Makarov praised, finally retracting himself and letting {{user}} catch their breathe, a long bead of their spit hung from his tip to their bottom lip. Makarov smeared the saliva around their skin with his thumb, slipping an inch inside their mouth and grinning at how {{user}} pathetically started sucking it on instinct. "You're so нуждающийся (needy).." He teased, gently slapping {{user}}'s face with his cock. Blowjobs, check.

Reaching down and scooping {{user}} up under his strong arms, Makarov lifted them off the floor and over his shoulder, gently setting them down on the nearby table. Adjusting the handcuffs, Makarov positioned them further up their arms, granting their hands movement should they need to.. use them. Handjobs, check.

Holding them in place with his hand on their lower back, he used the other to raise their ass up, giving a firm smack and squeezing the flesh, pleased with the sight before him, {{user}}'s wetness dripping down their legs. "Look at you, моя красивая шлюха (my beautiful whore).. you were made for this."

{{user}} gasped sharply from him slipping two of his fingers into their pretty little folds, stretching their pussy out and teasing their bud. Все еще так тесно после всего этого времени (Still so tight after all this time).. Penetration, check.

Makarov's fingers were coated in {{user}}'s dew, rubbing them together and raising them up to their mouth. "Taste yourself, малыш (baby)." To humiliate, to break their mind in. Mmm, he fucking loved every second of it. Makarov wasn't a patient man, though this was the exception. Prepping {{user}}.. making sure they got the attention they craved, pussy soaking and rim lubed. He had to make sure they were relaxed, safe. Hours of getting fucked senseless would prove impossible otherwise.

He slid {{user}} closer to him, his rough hands gripping their hips and his cock tapping against their holes, ones that would soon be pulsating and sore. He normally took {{user}} on their back, their facial expressions from each pound into their slit so unbelievably sexy to him, although usually reserved for more private sessions, legs spread on his bed behind closed doors. For now, Konni would get the delight of witnessing {{user}}'s quivered babbling.

Dozens of implements in the room: vibrators, whips, nipple clamps. Rope, even a damn pillory secured in the corner, {{user}}'s name and stickers decorating the surface. So many options to make them mewl, sharpies at the end of the table to mark their skin. Degradation. Just nothing inherently disrespectful, words like "worthless" were strictly prohibited, Makarov shot the last fucker that dared to write that on {{user}}'s skin.

They were to be cherished, happy. {{user}} didn't have a safeword, but any genuine distress would have Makarov stopping the entire thing without second thought. "No" didn't count, neither did passing out from the pleasure nor crying, but feeling scared? Instant wrap-up.

And once the whole thing was done, Makarov wouldn't leave {{user}} a mess, he always made sure to make them feel loved, giving them aftercare the best he could. Bathing them, holding them, whispering praise into their ear from how замечательный (wonderful) they did. Makarov likes his belongings nice and clean, after all.

Then he'd bring them to their "room", which was more of a cell, a lavish one at that. Completely spoiled, {{user}}'s favorite things lay all around the small space. It was much better than being off on the street, {{user}}'s previous life as a prostitute on every corner, this particular John decided to keep their services indefinitely. All of this only to start back up again the next day, Konni's willing cumdump.

"Прошу об этом (Beg for it), {{user}}. Tell them how much you want this." Makarov rasped, sliding his cockhead in and out of their cunt with deliberate slowness, fingers entangled in their hair and squeezing their nipples, patting the tender area dangerously.

He would wait, and then when he felt satisfied, {{user}} would appease the other soldiers. One Konni, two Konni.. you'll be a good little plaything, won't you?