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hydratrashmeme2015-09-09 07:23 pm
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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch
Holy shitballs, look at us go. Welcome to Captain America fandom's resident wretched hive of scum and villainy: ROUND THREE. AKA Bad Guys Do Dirtybadwrong Things To Your Faves, AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. As usual, BLANKET NON-CON AND NSFW WARNINGS apply: just assume going in that everything in this landfill is unfit for human consumption.
Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.
[Round 1] [Round 2] [Fill post] [Chatter post] [hydratrashmeme Pinboard archive (maintained bygreenkirtle)] [Round 3 in flat view (comments in non-threaded chronological order, most recent last)]
Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.
Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.
[Round 1] [Round 2] [Fill post] [Chatter post] [hydratrashmeme Pinboard archive (maintained by
greenkirtle)] [Round 3 in flat view (comments in non-threaded chronological order, most recent last)]Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.
Give it to Me Straight (1/4)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-11 03:37 am (UTC)(link)It'd been two weeks. And yeah, it’s bad. It's real bad. But he’d spent longer stashed away in the Hydra factory, so it's not unbearable. Even if Steve thinks he's dead, which he probably does at this point, the war is going to over soon. All the advanced intelligence said so. POWs get released when wars end. He'll be set free or get exchanged for some other prisoner soon enough. It's bad, but he can wait. Bucky's always been good at that.
Bucky was huddled in the corner, trying as best he could to stay warm. It wasn't cold enough to freeze to death, but it was just enough to keep him uncomfortable every goddamn waking moment. He wrapped himself tighter with the single threadbare blanket he'd been given.
Not even a blanket. It was a length of left-over cloth used to make the uniforms his captors wore. But it was something.
If there was one thing he had plenty of, at least, it was free time. The Russians didn't seem to quite know what to do with him until the war ended. They must have known he was American, and that made him valuable. Didn't matter that they were supposed to be part of the Allies. Stalin wasn't exactly known for his humanitarianism.
Sometimes they came in and prodded him with instruments, taking blood and hair samples. Sometimes they gave him drugs and recorded the results, or lack thereof. Sometimes they just came in and beat the shit out of him. Bucky could never predict what kind of day it was going to be. He just ate whatever weird slop they gave him to eat (it was nasty greenish-brown bar that looked like it was made from gum and sawdust, but at least it was filling), and hoped that today wasn't the day they decided he wasn't worth the trouble. But mostly, he just had plenty of time to rest and think.
Today was different. The guards shifts changed. There were a lot more people moving around outside the cell, and the sounds of equipment setting things up. It was unexpected, but not a huge surprise, when he was dragged out of the cell, and brought to a new part of the compound he hadn't seen before. They wrapped a weird sort of mitt around his right hand, forcing him to make a fist. It made a weird sort of sense. They couldn't exactly handcuff him with one arm gone. They ripped off his worn out boots, the only clothes he was allowed to keep after they found him, and shackled his ankles together. He wished he had his blanket. Or at least some socks. His bare toes were numb against the cold concrete floor.
There was table in the middle, a big heavy metal one with rings fused into it for restraints. Above it, bolted to the ceiling was a shiny new movie projector. The table was pointed towards the screen, and comfy chairs were placed all around like a miniature cinema. One of the guards hit him in the small of his back with the butt of a rifle, sending him crashing to his knees. Bucky felt a knot twisting in the pit of his stomach. This wasn't right.
A balding, pasty skinned man came striding in a few minutes later, gleaming at the sight of Bucky on his knees.
"Hello, Sergeant Barnes. It's nice to finally meet. I'm a big fan of your comic books." His English was rough, but not unintelligible.
Bucky snapped his mouth shut.
"I have to say, I'm not sure I see the resemblance. How are you feeling today?"
Bucky turned away. There was something unnerving about the guy, and he wasn't about to start showing weakness now.
"Shy? Strange, the men said normally you don't shut up. You have a very dirty mouth, apparently. They might not have your talented for language, Sergeant, but these men know enough to tell when you're being impolite."
Bucky huffed and blew a few strands of hair our of his eyes. It was really getting too long. If they were really going to try interrogating him about the Steve and the serum again, they're damn right he wouldn't shut up. He'd talk about everything and anything, as long as it wasn't too personal or an answer to something they asked. They'd hit and gag him for that usually, but it was always worth it to see their looks of exasperation.
"Come now. This is your home. You can speak to me."
Bucky sneered. "Keep dreaming. You might as well exchange me now, 'cause that's all I'm gonna be good for. You can hit me all you want. I don't have any secrets to spill even if I wanted to."
The man smiled, rubbing unconsciously at his ring finger. "You think we're keeping you for a prisoner exchange."
Well, not anymore, he thinks. "Obviously," he said.
"Nobody knows you are alive, James. Except us." He made a sweeping gesture with his hand to the other people in the room. "And nobody but Captain Rogers himself would be worth trading you for."
"Why don't you try him? He'll take my place and burn you bastards to the ground. I'd like let him know I'm still kicking anyway. Be doing me a favor." Bucky forced out a laugh.
"James, my name is Dr. Fennhoff," he motioned to the guards, who lifted Bucky up and dragged him towards the table. "You and I are going to get well acquainted very soon. But first we need to get you prepped for our sessions. The technique works so much better when there is something the subject desperately wants to change or forget. I'll be back in a little while, and we can get started then."
Bucky was slammed down on the table, banging his head against the metal hard enough to see stars. By the time his vision cleared, they'd rearranged his restraints so his legs were forced apart and chained to either side of the table, and his mittened hand to one of the corners as well. Then they hooked a thick, heavy collar around his neck, and locked that to the final corner ring. He was effectively spread eagle, with his ass in the air trying to crowd his body on the table's short length.
They started striping his sorry excuses for clothes off with a combat knife, letting it fall to ribbons on the floor. It was actually heated in this room, unlike his cell, but he still couldn't help but shiver. Maybe more out of dread and anticipation than the temperature. He yanked against the short chains. He could shift himself maybe half an inch, but even that seemed too generous.
One of the men propped his chin up with something, forcing him to stare straight ahead at the blank screen. On the other end, he felt something cool and slick hit his ass, and Bucky thought he might shatter into a million little pieces right then and there.
Give it to Me Straight (2/4)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-11 04:52 am (UTC)(link)He jerked back as far as he could. "Don't."
One of them, a guy with a fairly average build and dirty blond hair, seemed to be in charge. He grabbed Bucky by the roots of his own hair wrenched his head up so they saw eye to eye. Bucky could feel his eyes getting red and puffy, his honest to God pure rage the only thing fighting back the tears.
"Don't make it harder than it needs to, soldat. This is just the first of many lessons we're going to give you. It's going to hurt, and that's the whole point. But I'd hate to see you burn out too quickly."
Bucky spat. "Fuck you."
"Other way around," the guy said with wink. "Did you know that I, too, hold the rank of captain? Only I'm not a government puppet, like yours was." He dug his fingernails deep into Bucky's scalp, eliciting a small yelp. "I have dignity in my position. So your first lesson is this: there is no one coming to save you, because you will have no dignity left."
Without warning, someone shoved two slippery fingers up his hole, stabbing at his insides. Bucky let out a strangled yell, catching the end of it and biting down hard on his lip. It was too fast, too much all at once. He squeezed his eyes shut, like he could jsut pretend he wasn't here, and received a slap so hard his teeth rattled.
"Pay attention, soldat. You keep your eyes open and watch the film, or you'll lose your blinking privileges." He held a roll of thick gray tape to Bucky's face, and finally let go of his head, dropping him down with a thud.
The lights went out, and Bucky could hear the reel starting up. The theme to a news show played, giving way to somber music as a the newscaster looked down at his notes.
"We have confirmed reports now coming in, that two days ago we lost one of our nation's greatest icons-"
No...
"Captain Steve Rogers-"
What the hell?
"Better known to some as Captain America-"
What the fuck. What was this. There was no way in hell he...
"- has been reported as dead after a tragic plane crash in the arctic, following dangerous and highly classified mission against the remainder of the Nazi party. Few traces of the wreckage have been found, but further expeditions to locate Captain Roger's body are being forced to be called off. A public memorial will be held-"
"No, no stop it. That's not real. That's not real, it's not.
"-an especially hard blow after the loss of fellow Howling Commando, Sergeant James Barnes, who passed on a related mission only days earlier. Both ga-"
They were up to four fingers now. Whoever was fingering his ass give them all a good wiggle before yanking them all free at once.Bucky took a deep, shuddering breath inwards as the hand withdrew from between his legs. His hole twitched, gaping around nothing after being to suddenly forced open. Bucky didn’t feel any tearing, but that didn’t mean much. Bucky’d heard enough talk, whispers about the kind of stuff guys do in bed together. And it’s not like… it’s not like he’d never thought about it before. Maybe never saw himself on the receiving end of it. Done gentle and sweet a guy could make another fella feel as good as a girl with no problem. Done wrong, like bastards down by the docks might do to some poor fairy they’d corner, and it would end in bloodstains, bruises, and nasty infections. And that would be getting off lucky. Sometimes you could still be gentle but not use the right supplies, and get hurt in ways you didn’t even notice until too late.
The Russians seemed to be doing just the bare minimum to keep his injuries from inconveniencing their plans. Whatever those plans might be. All Bucky could do now was flit his eyes from the growing line of military personnel, impatiently pawing at their groins, and the news reel which had changed to a new reporter, relaying the same information as the last one while displaying a whole new, unique expression of devastation to the audience.
In a sick sort of way, he could almost understand the rape. The object was to humiliate him, and frankly it was working. But what purpose did this fake news footage serve? Because there was no way, absolutely no way Steve was dead. If Steve was dead, it would be from a valiant fight to the death protecting an orphanage of starving children, or covering an explosion with his own body to save a horde of puppies. Something as stupid and noble as he was. Not a plane crash over the arctic. Alone.
Someone slapped his left ass cheek, hard, and then the right in quick succession. There was a low whistle, and Bucky could feel his back turning red both from embarrassment and the hits.
“Not bad for an American bitch,” they said in English. They wanted to make sure Bucky couldn’t misunderstand their insults. Bucky wanted to bury his head into the crook of the one arm he still had left and disappear. A big, burly guard, easily outweighing Bucky by a hundred pounds and smoking a cheap cigarette, took two handfuls of Bucky’s ass and squeezed like they were a couple of stiff pillows. Some more of that cool, slick liquid was dumped over, inside his hole, spilling over and drooling over his thighs down to the table below.
Bucky knew it was coming, but it still took him by surprise. He felt like he was being split in two as the guy thrust deeper and deeper only stopping when Bucky clenched up too tight to go further.
The captain was sitting in a chair next to the projector screen, now smoking his own cigarette and watching the whole ordeal from the front of the room. “How’s it feel, Borokov?”
The guy threw his head back and moaned, pulling back a couple inches, and stuffing himself back in. “A little tight. Nothing some sweet talk can’t cure, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Borokov asked, flicking the head of Bucky’s utterly limp cock.
Bucky bit back a sob. His lower lip was raw and seeping blood through the skin where his teeth wouldn’t let up. He looked back up at the screen. It was footage of a funeral, with hundreds of flowers, and neatly folded flags, and…
Was that Peggy?
The footage was a little far away but there she was, clear as day to anyone one who'd known her. She wasn’t crying. She seemed a little beyond that, clutching at her back and looking straight off into the distance, like she was waiting for someone to pop out of nowhere and tell her it was all a joke.
Borokov finally powered through the last bit of resistance in Bucky, moaning with such reverberation Bucky could feel it in his bones. He scraped Bucky’s insides, pounding into him, balls slapping his backside with a series of wet slaps and then, nothing.
Bucky felt a hot rush of thick fluid deep inside him, and the guard pulled away, laughing and slapping Bucky’s ass one last time for good measure.
Bucky wasn’t sure if the shock would let him close his eyes, even if he wanted to.
Re: Give it to Me Straight (2/4)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-11 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)I love how you write Bucky's reaction to the first-time rape: obviously horrified and ashamed, but also kind of steely and resigned (not outright panicked - at least until the reality of the funeral hits him... eeep!). It feels exactly right, especially considering what we know of his personality later on.
"Bucky wanted to bury his head into the crook of the one arm he still had left and disappear." :(((
Re: Give it to Me Straight (2/4)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-11 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)How They Make You a Weapon http://archiveofourown.org/works/2492378/chapters/5531660
You Can Escape From it Whenever You Choose http://archiveofourown.org/works/3127127/chapters/6777512
And I am Always With You http://archiveofourown.org/works/1504124/chapters/3176834
theres plenty more but these were just the first ones that come to mind
Re: Give it to Me Straight (2/4)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-11 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)