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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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"Eat," she ordered, and he obeyed. She made no attempts to remove her foot.

The taste of goulash reminded him of Russia, of winter, of him being hungry and begging for food.

The smell was permeating his nose. It was the only edible thing for miles, and it was simmering on the simple fire Alexei had made. He was sitting on his knees, awaiting orders. He had not eaten for two days and he was ready to beg for it. Alexei saw him looking and laughed. He kicked him like a dog. The Soldier had his breath knocked out of him, but he resisted the urge to double over.

"You want to eat?" Alexei asked. The Soldier nodded.

Alexei unbuttoned his pants straight in front of the Soldier's line of vision. He then proceeded to slap his semi-flacid cock on the Soldier's face until it was hard.

"You'll have to eat my load first. Then we'll see about the goulash."

The Soldier was hungry. Really, there was no choice. He opened his mouth, and it was instantly stuffed with Alexei's erection. At least it felt warm.

He heard fingers snapping, and he was drawn back to reality. He could feel he was now half-hard under Natasha's foot, and he looked at her pitifully.

"You get those often?" she asked.

"Yes."There was no point in denying.

"And you get hard when you remember them raping you?"

The question struck him like a lightning bolt, and his half-erection swelled still. He cast his eyes down in shame and nodded. Now she knew his little secret. How fucked up he really was.

She didn't look appalled, though, not as much as he expected her to - but then again she was good at hiding her emotions. She looked pensive, if anything.

"Okay," she said, "okay I need to be careful with that, but it can work to our advantage."

He was breathing heavily, mind clouded by the memory and his growing arousal.

"So where's the list of things I shouldn't do?" she asked as she pressed harder against his cock.

"There isn't one," he panted. "You can do anything."

"Anything?" she asked. "Anything at all?"

That, too, aroused him. The idea of being owned so thoroughly, so completely. She could fuck him with a knife, chop off another limb, flay his skin off - in this moment of arousal he didn't care. He'd obey her. He'd adore her like a Goddess.

"I trust you," he managed. "I trust you not to cause too much damage, Natasha."

That predatory look on her face returned. "Hmmm, it's cute how you say Natasha. But you should call me Mistress when we play."

"Yes, Mistress," he said instantly, instinctively, before he could even decide he wanted it.

A small part of his brain still had control, and he tried to express one last wish before he knew he'd let her take over. It was intoxicating and familiar, yet new and exiting, too.

"Please, if I may beg...don't call me Bucky when...not when we do this."

She removed her foot, and moved to sit next to him. The empty spot on his crotch was replaced by her hand.

"Okay...James then - is James acceptable?"

"Yes, Mistress."

He could feel her breath hot on his ear as she whispered into it.

"Tell me James, have you been keeping clean as I requested?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Say it out loud."

"Yes, I have been cleaning my rectum as you instructed, Mistress." He was fully erect now, and his skin felt on fire. He felt compelled to tell her the truth like this, even if it was humiliating. "I have been doing it for weeks now. I wanted to be good for you."

She ran her fingers over his erection, her lips still close to his ear. He was lost now, too caught up in this moment to refuse her. She really could do anything.

"Hmm, you really are a little slut, aren't you? Just thinking of getting that hole of yours stuffed gets you hard."

The words hurt, but also made his cock leak, and he whimpered pathetically as she continued to stroke him.

"You know what I'm going to do, James?"

He shook his head.

"I'm going to bend you over right here, right now, and there's nothing you can do to stop me".

That was it. Something in his brain must have short-circuited, but he got right to that spot where he needed to be, where he craved to submit, where he knew his body would take over. He didn't even know how he ended up bent over the table, what was left of the food pushed to the side, with his pants pulled down.

She swatted his ass and laughed. "Nice trim, sweetheat" He felt both humiliation and pride, but he tried not to think of it, he focused on letting instinct take over. She moved behind him, and could hear the sound of a latex glove being pulled on. It filled him with fear and anticipation. What followed was the near-obscene sound of her sucking her latex-clad fingers. How he wished he could see her now, but his wishes were irrelevant now. When she stopped, he could feel her other hand come over his mouth.

"No screaming, or we'll get company.I know you can take it."

Then without warning, she forced her finger inside his ass, and he shivered, but kept silent as instructed. She removed her hand from his mouth, and the part of him that was Bucky came to the realization what was happening.

"Oh my God," he breathed, "you're inside me.

It sounded so stupid and obvious, but it was also so hot to hear himself say it, no matter if he was Bucky or James or the Soldier, he wanted to memorize that first she claimed his body as hers.

"Natasha" he said - knowing he shouldn't - and moved his hand to her wrist. He wrapped his fingers around the smooth skin there, holding her in place. She stopped lmoving, but did not pull away. When he had reached for her, it was to push her away, but now that he could, he stopped himself.

"Bucky , easy" She stroked his back, coaxing him into arching it.

"Don't fight it. Let me do this for you. It's okay. I'm going to give you what you need."

He held her wrist in place for a few more moments, then gently squeezed it it acknowledgement, before letting it go in surrender. "Thank you, Mistress."

She pulled his hair and pushed deeper into him. He went pliant under her touch, and spread his legs a little more. When she forced in a second finger, he bit his lip, and grabbed onto the table, making one side creak where metal fingers dug into wood.

He hadn't used any of his toys since her offer. His hole was incredibly tight, as it always was when he let his body rest for a few days. He had wanted it to be, for her. Just two fingers were enough to give him pain, which was exactly what he had hoped for. She moved in and out of him, and his cock was impossibly hard, reacting to pain and humiliation as it always did.

"So very tight you are," she said, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."

He whimpered desperately, grinding against her.

Then, as unexpectedly as they had come, her fingers were gone. His body mourned the loss of them, but it was not his place to complain. She swatted his ass again. He wanted to protest, but he did not have the words nor the resolve.

"Pull you pants back up," she ordered, and he did, though it was a bit awkward as he was still erect.

She tossed the glove aside and sat back down. She poked what was rest of her goulash with her fork, then stuffed a few more pieces in her mouth, like if nothing ever happened. He just kept standing there, wrecked by emotions and sensations, until she ordered him to sit.

"Well that works," he said mostly to herself. Then, to him: "You're not to masturbate until our next session. I want to try few things out. I want you tight, and I want you horny. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, now finish your food."

He did not particularly care to after all that happened, but not a hair on his head considered refusing her. The simple act of eating did seem to bring him down a bit, though, and when he was done he pulled his arms to his chest, crossing them protectively. He felt her eyes on her - curious, observing.

"Are you okay, Barnes?"

He nodded. "Yeah, pretty sure the FDA wouldn't approve - but yeah."

She smiled and it was big and seemed genuine. He tried to smile back, still feeling vulnerable.

"This is probably the point where I should warn that that owning my ass mean you have to put up with my terrible sense of humor, he added.

Her smile turned into a chuckle.

"Alright, so you do get back to yourself reasonably quickly. Good."

He wanted to tell her it wasn't that simple, that himself was a faceted thing, and that he was as much the Soldier as the man who was hiding his vulnerability by jokes - but he did not want to tell her anything that might change her decision.

She took a deep breath. "Okay. I can live with this. Looks like we're sleeping together, then."

"You're crazy, you know that? And that's coming from the brainwashed guy."

"Good thing we're equally matched, then."

She pulled out her wallet, left a generous tip on the table and led him down by his arm. He let het, still somewhat pliant. She said her goodbyes to Ivan, who dramatically made a point of her leaving so soon and without having drinks with him.

When Bucky was sitting behind her on the motorcycle, he could still feel her fingers inside him. He was half-hard against her, but if she felt it, she did not comment or scold him for it. He realized that for him, there was no more turning back now. He was doing this, and he hoped she'd keep him as safe as he promised - because he might no longer have the ability to stop her if she didn't.

He wondered if their next session would be soon, because he wasn't sure his erection would subside at any time before she fucked his brains out.

I love this so, so much.

Thank you so much for the kind comment (especially if you're one of the anons who have been doing so for previous chapters, too).

I'm not sure, I probably don't comment as much as I should. But this is really good.

I'm glad people like it, cause this fic is controlling my life lol.

Aww! I hope you mean in a good way like you can't stop working on it because you like it, not like you are just always stressing over it. Either way your efforts are appreciated.

Ha, I enjoy it (though I neglect other things a bit and that's less good).

Wow, the mix of memories/flashbacks and Buckynat interaction is delicious! And I love that she's giving him a taste and then lets him wait for the next session without allowing him to get off in between. Ha.

DA, but are you feeling like you're taking this fic wherever you go, plotting in your head at any opportunity? Bc I had that with my last WIP for the first time, and it's... interesting.

I'm glad you like it!

It was a bit different in the original plan, where basically it would be the first session where she'd give him a taste them keep him in suspense, but I felt it worked better this was, as I also wanted some basic negotiation at least - even though they're not exactly doing this by the book.

And yes, I'm plotting it as I go...which is INTERESTING especially in terms of the more raunchy scenes (of which some are already written, this one's so big I'm not doing it chronologically).

Oh wow, I love how Bucky is utterly in love with Nat. :DDD

And: public fingering! Nat sure knows how to step up!

For the utterly in love thing...he's actually not quite there yet, but it's totally on it's way to being an emotional trainwreck. There might be some denial involved.

As for Nat...yeah, she does know how to step up ;)

This was incredibly hot (albeit unhygienic).

"And you get hard when you remember them raping you?"

The question struck him like a lightning bolt

What a great interaction! I love how pragmatic she is.

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