Top of the Leaderboard (Red vs. Blue)

A/N: Top of the Leaderboard was a commissioned one shot originally written March of this year. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Themes: Dom/Sub, Brutal Sex, Degradation

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"Report."

Stepping forward with her helmeted head high, Agent Carolina speaks with clear, crisp words.

"Agent Maine and I arrived at the target ahead of schedule, so after setting up and doing some basic reconnaissance, we moved in, retrieved the package, and took care of all witnesses and records of our presence. Total Mission Success."

There's a beat of silence… and then on the screen in front of her, a green chime as the Mission is designated Complete.

"Dismissed."

Nothing else. No… 'good work'. No 'well done'. No acknowledgment of their accomplishment whatsoever. She and her fellow Agent had just fucking knocked it out of the park, and here they were, hoping for a fucking scrap of affection from daddy, only to get nothing. Well… SHE was hoping for another scrap of affection from daddy. Maine was already turning and walking away.

Grimacing, Carolina moves to follow him. She should know by now not to expect anything else from the Director. Her father… except in all the fucking ways that mattered. And yet, she owed him everything. That was why she worked so hard. That was why she made sure to be the very fucking best. Project Freelancer didn't have anyone like her, and Carolina goddamn knew it.

So, was it really too much to ask, that the Director show her one iota of approval? All she wanted was to impress him. He was just… so emotionally dead with her. With all of them really, but Carolina was his daughter, the rest were just fucking Agents. Not that it felt like there was ever a difference, not in his eyes.

Well, if she wasn't going to get any sort of connection with her father, she'd just have to seek out other connections. Catching up to Agent Maine, she grabs him by the arm as he makes his way towards the men's locker room to get his armor off and get changed. Rather than letting him enter there… Carolina tugs him into the women's locker room instead, with him following easily enough at her insistent pulling.

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SLAM!

"FUCK!"

They barely get their armor off, before he starts in on her. Grabbing her by her short red bob, slamming her into the nearest locker, pinning her in place. Carolina can only gasp out that expletive, even as she wiggles her hips, feeling his hard cock already pressing against her naked backside.

They're both very athletic, very toned, very fit people. But where Carolina is streamlined, her body that of a lithe warrior with a focus on agility above all else… Maine went in the opposite direction. He's fast, sure… but he's far stronger. Muscles on muscles, Agent Maine is one of the biggest brutes in Project Freelancer. Makes him perfect for her purposes.

"Quiet, little girl. Just you and me now. Daddy's not here to help you."

Maine's deep, gravelly voice fills her ear and Carolina flushes, gritting her teeth as she squirms in his incredibly powerful grasp. On top of being a massive brute… he's also a massive jackass. Once again, this makes him perfect for her purposes.

"F-Fuck you!"

Letting out a dark laugh, Maine yanks her back from the slightly dented locker and swings her around, before forcing her down to her knees right then and there before him. Carolina gasps, and he immediately takes advantage of the opening, shoving his beefy, throbbing member right past her lips and forcing her to take him part way down her throat.

"Gluuuughk!"

She could have bitten down, could have fought back, could have probably even escaped and screamed for help. She doesn't do any of these things… after all, this is exactly what Carolina wants. Though she starts off glaring daggers up at the big bald brute grinning wickedly down at her, the red head's angry look doesn't last long, before she's focusing at the task at hand as Maine grabs her head with both of HIS hands and begins to skull fuck her right then and there.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

As she kneels there, choking mightily on Maine's massive mast, Carolina reflects that she's not just getting what she wants, she's getting what she NEEDS. Project Freelancer, and the pressure of being the very best, of always being at the top of the leaderboards, of trying constantly to impress a father who just doesn't seem to have the time for her… it all adds up.

Everyone needs some sort of pressure relief valve, some sort of way of getting rid of stress. Maybe this wasn't the healthiest method, maybe it wasn't the safest… but Carolina trusted herself, if not Agent Maine. Sure, he might go too far some day and hurt her, but she was ready enough for that to happen. She wasn't some helpless, defenseless little girl, no matter what he called her.

For the time being, he made for an excellent way to let off the stress of the constant expectations placed upon her shoulders. Because… Maine didn't care who or what she was, beyond a collection of holes to satisfy his brutish appetites. He didn't fucking care that she was the best, not when they were alone like this. All he cared about was that she was tough enough to handle the worst he had to throw at her and kept on coming back for more all the same.

"GLUGHK! GLUGHK! GLUGHK!"

Choking her on his cock, bouncing her head up and down his length, the brutish Freelancer snarls down at her, malice and lust warring in his eyes.

"That's right, cunt. You fucking take my dick. Fucking choke on it, bitch."

She was definitely doing that. His member, throbbing and much larger than most she'd had in her life, pushes down the back of her throat into her esophagus and gullet with ease. Her neck bulges every time he thrusts in, her eyes watering and the involuntary tears eventually falling as saliva and slobber alike coat his dick and drool down onto her chest all the while.

… York might have been an option, in the eyes of those who knew about her ancient history with him. Before they'd ever been Freelancers together, they'd been friends… and for a time, something more. But York was not Maine, and Maine was not York. Getting in bed with York again might have been fun… nice, even. But it wouldn't have been productive. He was always too caring, too kind, too loving.

He would want pillow talk. He would want to ask her how she was doing, and to cuddle and bask in the afterglow as they talked about their feelings. She knew, because that was how it had been between them once upon a time, before Project Freelancer, before all of the expectations and pressure to perform.

Carolina couldn't afford to go back to that, no matter how much she missed York. York would only be a distraction. Maine wasn't distracting at all. He was perfect for her purposes.

"HERE IT FUCKING COMES! SWALLOW EVERY LAST DROP, BITCH!"

As he snarls, Carolina prepares herself, grateful for the warning even as she grabs the front of his legs and pushes just a bit. The resulting resistance, always a surprise to the brutish bald Agent, leaves his cock only halfway in her mouth, rather than halfway down her throat. As he cums, she immediately begins swallowing, drinking down as much of his jizz as she can before he realizes what she's done and lets out an angry growl.

Shoving her back into his crotch, fully to the base of his cock, Maine deposits the rest of his seed right down her throat. Which, surprise, surprise, isn't as conducive to her swallowing every last drop as one might think. The blockage causes her to gag and choke again, and his seed explodes back up out of her throat, coming out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as she coughs it up from around his cock stretching out her lips to an obscene degree.

He does it on purpose, she's well aware. The wicked grin and dull but malevolent glean in his eye lets her know that much, even as he finally, slowly pulls her head off of his cock and lets it pop free of her lips. Grinning ferally, Maine shakes his head as she doubles over, coughing and hacking up some more of his seed that went down the wrong pipe.

"Still fucking terrible at that, bitch. Guess I'll have to punish you."

Yanking her up by the hair again, he bends her over the nearest bench in the locker room. Carolina barely catches herself, her palms slapping down on the bench and her fingers curling over the side. Not that it helps. He shoves her face further down, forcing her arms to buckle at the elbows as he bends her into a position that's to his liking.

Legs ramrod straight and spread to the side, toned athletic ass high in the air, and face planted in the bench beneath her, Carolina can do nothing but gasp, the red-haired Freelancer trembling as she feels Maine press the fat, bulbous head of his cock into her slippery wet slit from behind.

He's buried inside of her depths a moment later, her arousal making the passage as smooth and slick as can be. As he fills her with his vast mast, Carolina shivers, quivering in pleasure. Yes. This is what she needs. This sort of… no strings attached; no holds barred FUCKING is what she fucking needs. And Maine knows it. He knows exactly what she's about, and what to give to her.

As he begins to fuck her from behind, pounding into her with all his might, Carolina cries out, clinging to the bench she's bent over. Her hips drive back into his thrusting cock as best they're able, but more than anything, she's just along for the ride. He's in control, he's in charge, and all she has to do is let go and let him… let him fucking have his way with her.

Might've been easier said then done early on in their 'relationship', but at this point? Carolina lets go of her tight grasp over her self-control with a relish and a pleasure, her eyes half-rolling up in her head as her lips curl into a satisfied smile. She moans wantonly, like the whore he's made her, and shudders as her pussy walls clench down hard around his pistoning prick in an explosive orgasm.

In response, Maine laughs at her derisively.

"Fucking bitch. Fucking needy little slut."

And then he starts that 'punishment' he talked about before. His hands, which were gripping down on her hips with punishing, bruising strength up to this point, suddenly become much more… active. Moving to her ass, they grope and squeeze at her toned cheeks very briefly, before the first of his palms comes up… and then down again.

SMACK!

"Ah!"

And then the other comes up and down.

SMACK!"

"Mm!"

Building up steam, he begins to lay into her ass cheeks with punishing force, plowing away at her cunt while also spanking her toned athletic posterior absolutely fucking RAW in the process.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Carolina shudders beneath him from the excess of pleasure and pain. They mix together quite exquisitely, and the red head shudders as Maine goes to town on her. He's ruthless and relentless. He's also arrogant and condescending and a complete and utter DICK. But he's also precisely what she needs, and Carolina won't lie… she loves submitting to him and his big fat cock like this. Loves being brutalized by him and his massive fucking ego.

She loses track of how many times she cums, before Maine finally lets out a familiar roar. Driving himself into her one last time, he pulls out at the last second. Call it what you will, him not trusting the contraceptives that she's on, or him just wanting to further her humiliation, but he refuses to cum inside when he can paint her sweaty, quivering, trembling body with his seed instead.

Carolina moans throatily, feeling the hot, sticky feel of his seed all over her ass and back, sliding down towards her upper back and neck for a moment before he reaches forward, grabs her by the hair, and yanks her up to her feet again.

Stumbling, she's nevertheless dragged across the locker room and thrust into the showers. Maine follows after her, turning on the hot water and letting it cascade over them both. It washes away his seed, and a moment later he's back inside of her, punching into her cunt from behind again while her hands are up against the shower wall. HIS hands, meanwhile, wrap around to her front and begin to grope and squeeze at her breasts.

It's the closest to aftercare that he gets. The closest to cuddling, to pillow talk. And there's none of any of that. Which is just fine in Carolina's books. Yes, this suits her needs just perfectly. They fuck again under the spray of hot water, or rather, he fucks HER again. She has no say in the matter, no purpose except to be a hole for him to stuff his rock hard massive pillar of meat into.

And stuff her he does, until her eyes roll up in her head, her hardened nipples rolling under his aggressive fingers, her breasts red and marked up by his… enthusiastic mauling of her tits. They're done soon after, with him blowing his load down the drain, still refusing to cum inside of her. He doesn't say another word to her either, simply pulling away from her and leaving her alone there in the shower as he goes to towel off and get dressed.

That's fine. Carolina wouldn't want any complications either. She doesn't want anything to get in the way of their simple form of stress relief. Getting sexually dominated by Maine, as brutal as the hulking man is, is one of the few sources of true happiness in her life at this point. Heh, how sad is that?

Letting out a shuddering breath, Carolina lets the water wash away the sweat for a few minutes more, before shutting it off and stepping out to get dry and dressed as well. Play time was over. She wasn't Maine's 'little slut' any longer. She was back to being Agent Carolina, Project Freelancer's Number One. It was time to get back to work.

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