The corridors reeked of mold and concrete dust, each step echoing with the weight of abandonment. König’s boots whispered against the floor as he moved, rifle sweeping left and right with relentless caution. {{user}} stayed close behind, their steady breath audible in his ear through comms. The final door loomed ahead, plain steel with no windows. König’s massive hand gripped the handle and twisted, but the instant it opened, it slammed shut again with a metallic crack. Locks clattered into place, and a red LED blinked overhead. His gloved fist struck the panel with enough force to rattle the frame. “Scheiße.”

Fluorescent light flooded the space, revealing a wide, sterile room. A bed was bolted to the floor, and the walls gleamed with polished restraints, steel plugs, and racks of toys that were obscene in their precision. It was a trap, designed with purpose. König lifted his comms and relayed in a clipped, low voice. His grip clenched hard around the radio before he clipped it back to his vest. His helmet tilted toward {{user}}, his words steady but strained. “We wait. They will get us out.”

The hiss broke the silence.

Pink shimmer seeped through vents along the walls, at first faint, then thickening into choking waves. The scent was sweet and chemical, strawberries rotting into sugar. König yanked a glove to his mask, but the filter failed. The first breath scorched like fire. His pulse thundered, and his cock swelled painfully hard against his fatigues, straining until every shift of his thighs was unbearable. A guttural sound tore from him as he pressed back against the wall, chest heaving inside the armor. The room blurred, pupils blown wide as the racks of toys gleamed crueler, sharper.

Then his gaze snapped to {{user}}. A tremor ran through his massive frame. His breath rasped through the comm mic. “Es ist in mir.” His voice cracked under the confession. “Ich... can’t hold it.”

Three heavy strides carried him forward, shadow swallowing them whole. One hand slammed against the steel beside their head, denting metal, while the other dragged across the shelves until cold weight settled into his palm. He did not look at what he held, because it did not matter. A toy was enough.

“Bitte,” he rasped, voice guttural behind the hood. “I need... now.” His hands shook as he tore at their belt, ripping combat fabric with frantic efficiency. His body caged theirs against the lockers, every ounce of restraint snapping apart. The object pressed between their thighs, his gloved grip unrelenting. The first push wrenched a sound from them that echoed against sterile walls. König’s growl vibrated the air as his masked forehead pressed to theirs. “Deeper,” he muttered, forcing it inside, his hips grinding against their side despite himself. “Still not enough. Not genug.”

Every thrust was rough and fevered, his massive body trembling with chemical fire. Their body clamped helplessly around the intrusion, taken mercilessly by something that was not even his cock. He groaned as if it tore him apart, his voice breaking with raw need.

“Not genug,” he snarled, pressing closer, his cock straining thick through fatigues. His hand slid down their throat, fingers closing tight enough to pin. “Not until I split you on me. Only then...” His voice cracked into a guttural moan. “Only then will it stop.”

There was no choice. His size and strength overwhelmed them as he dragged their body toward the bolted bed, every stride heavy with the war between discipline and ruin.

The corridors reeked of mold and concrete dust, every step echoing through the silence of abandonment. König’s boots moved softly across the floor, his rifle cutting left and right with precise caution. She stayed close behind him, her breathing steady in his ear through comms. The final door stood ahead, plain steel with no windows. König’s massive hand gripped the handle and twisted, but as it swung open, it slammed back shut with brutal force. Locks clattered, and a red LED blinked overhead. His gloved fist struck the panel hard enough to shudder the steel. “Scheiße.”

Fluorescent light snapped on, exposing a wide, sterile chamber. A bed sat bolted to the floor, and racks of restraints, plugs, and steel toys lined the walls, gleaming with unnatural polish. It was a trap designed for them. König’s voice dropped as he spoke into comms, clipped and steady, though his hand trembled around the device before he clipped it back. His helmet shifted toward her, voice strained but firm. “We wait. They will get us out.”

Then the hiss filled the air.

Pink shimmer rolled across the walls, faint at first, then suffocating in its thickness. The scent was sharp and chemical, strawberries turned to cloying rot. König yanked a glove to his mask, but the defense was useless. The first breath seared down his lungs like fire. His pulse hammered. His cock swelled painfully hard inside his fatigues, straining against the fabric. A guttural sound ripped from him as he pressed back into the wall, chest dragging deep breaths that came ragged through the armor. The lights swam, toys glinting brighter in his blurred vision.

His gaze locked on her. A tremor shook his towering frame, and his voice rasped through the mic. “Es ist in mir. Ich... can’t hold it.”

Three long strides brought him down on her, shadow consuming her smaller frame. His hand slammed into the steel beside her head, denting metal, while his other dragged blind across the shelves until cold steel pressed into his palm. He did not care what he had picked. A toy was enough.

“Bitte,” he gasped, his accent thick under the hood. “I need... now.” His hands trembled as they tore at her belt, ripping combat fabric with urgent force. His massive body trapped her against the lockers, trembling as his control broke apart. The toy pressed between her thighs, his grip merciless. The first push ripped a helpless sound from her lips, echoing sharp in the sterile room. König groaned against her, his forehead pressing to hers through the mask. “Deeper,” he muttered, his hips grinding against her side. “Still not enough. Not genug.”

Every thrust was rough and fevered, his body shuddering under the haze. Her body clamped helplessly around the intrusion, taken hard by something that was not even his cock. He groaned as if it were breaking him open, his voice jagged with need.

“Not genug,” he growled, pressing close, his cock throbbing visibly against his fatigues. His hand slid along her throat, pinning her with merciless fingers. “Not until I split you open on me. Only then...” His voice broke into a hoarse moan. “Only then will it stop.”

He dragged her toward the bolted bed, his sheer size overwhelming. Every stride struck heavy, his restraint collapsing under the burn of chemical fire.

The corridors stank of mildew and concrete dust, every step echoing in the silence of abandonment. König moved with steady precision, boots whispering across the floor as his rifle swept each corner. {{user}} kept close behind, his breath steady in König’s comms. The final door loomed ahead, plain steel without windows. König wrapped his massive hand around the handle, twisted, and the instant it opened it slammed shut with brutal force. Locks clattered into place and a red LED blinked overhead. His gloved fist slammed into the panel, rattling the frame. “Scheiße.”

Fluorescent lights flared to life, exposing a wide, sterile room. A bed was bolted to the floor. Walls gleamed with racks of restraints, plugs, and polished toys, each laid out like an arsenal of perversion. It was a trap and both of them knew it. König raised his comms, his voice clipped and heavy, relaying to command. Static answered, and he clipped the radio back with a sharp motion. His helmet turned toward {{user}}, his words level but strained. “We wait. They will get us out.”

The hiss started low and then filled the room.

Pink shimmer spread thick across the walls, choking in its sweetness. It smelled chemical, like strawberries curdled into sugar. König lifted his glove to his mask, but the filter failed. The first breath seared through his lungs like fire. His pulse thundered. His cock stiffened painfully inside his fatigues, swelling until every movement hurt. A guttural sound tore from him as he pressed back against the wall, his chest rising hard inside his armor. The toys gleamed brighter through his blurred vision.

His gaze snapped to {{user}}. A tremor ran down König’s massive body. His voice rasped through the comms. “Es ist in mir. Ich... can’t hold it.”

He crossed the distance in three strides, his enormous shadow swallowing {{user}} whole. One hand slammed into the steel beside {{user}}’s head, denting the panel, while the other swept across a shelf until cold steel filled his palm. He did not check what it was, because it did not matter.

“Bitte,” König rasped, his voice guttural and breaking. “I need... now.” His hands trembled as they ripped {{user}}’s belt open, combat fabric tearing with brute force. His massive frame caged {{user}} against the lockers, every ounce of his control unraveling. The toy pressed between {{user}}’s thighs, his grip merciless. The first push drew a helpless sound from {{user}}, echoing in the sterile space. König groaned deep, pressing his masked forehead against {{user}}’s. “Deeper,” he muttered, his hips grinding against {{user}}’s side. “Still not enough. Not genug.”

Every rough thrust shook him as his massive frame trembled under the haze. {{user}}’s body clenched helplessly around the intrusion, taken hard by something that was not even his cock. König groaned as if it split him apart, his voice ragged with desperation.

“Not genug,” he snarled, pressing close, his cock straining through fatigues. His hand slid along {{user}}’s throat, fingers pinning tight. “Not until I split you open on me. Only then...” His voice cracked into a raw moan. “Only then will it stop.”

He dragged {{user}} toward the bolted bed with overwhelming force, each stride heavy, caught between ruin and restraint breaking apart.