HARD LABOR
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// by Kisupure
// SUMMARY: Following an OC from the end of her internship at NERV as she works her way up a very peculiar company ladder at the behest of a certain purple eva unit-- who is cruel, distant, and narcissistic. Of course his motives are selfish. Mostly PWP, but it is an exploration in non-lethal sadism. Series takes place in a crack AU where the eva units are 130-foot cyborg-human-angels who are not, in fact, piloted. (Not anymore, at least.)

This is a series of 4 mostly self-contained vignettes, which have thier own tags.

// TAGS: Evangelion/OC, size diff, fear, maledom, verbal abuse, non con, dub con

// UPLOADED: 2014-11-09
// COMPLETED: 2016-07-16

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// CHAPTERS [use ctrl+f to find them]

[1] 1.0: You Are (Not) Fired
[2] 2.0 You Can (Not) Call HR
[3] 3.0: This Is (Not) Overtime
[4] 4.0: You Can (Not) Quit

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[1] 1.0: YOU ARE (NOT) FIRED
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// SUMMARY: An intern at Nerv musters the courage to make her moneyless employment worthwhile one night, but gets way more than she bargained for. How the hell was she supposed to know that there was a giant, egotistical someone under all that armor?

// ADDITIONAL TAGS: mouthplay/light vore, cat and mouse

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She had to see it.

How could you possibly be working at Nerv and not see it?

Okay so she technically wasn't on the payroll, but interns shouldn't be exempt from marveling at the Eva units like any other employee. That was... discrimination! Especially for a weapons engineering intern. The idea that she had to slave away in the labs and fabrication facilities without seeing the recipient of the fruits of her labors was ludicrous.

Totally and completely unfair, Ellen thought to herself as she cautiously approached the blast-proof door that led into Unit 01's hangar. It was well within her rights to see it. That was her reasoning, and she was sticking to it.

It was about 2:30 in the morning, with most of Nerv personnel gone for the night. A little bit of harmless hacking was all it took to allow her ID card the proper clearance into this part of headquarters. She stood there, staring at the card swipe beside the door, card in hand. If she was so sure about herself, then why the hell wasn't her hand moving?

Stupid. She came all this way, got this far; she couldn't just turn back now. With a resolute nod of her head, she swiped the magnetic strip of the ID and the door unlocked with a heavy ka-clack.

The young, twenty-something intern glanced around to see if anyone was around, only to disappear inside the hatch a moment later. Sure, cameras would have caught her going inside, but she knew security wouldn't have bothered to check to see who it was on the reel. Weirder stuff than this happened at Nerv all the time.

Closing the door behind her made a sound that was just too loud for her nerves. The place was almost totally silent, and she didn't like the CLANG that reverberated down the sterile halls. Ellen paused here to see if she could hear anything else, but there was very little aside from the sound of... water? Just the ambient sound of water faintly lapping.

She walked along the passage, fully lit, until an outlet appeared, beyond which was a room of a cavernous size that she could only guess at. The lights in the hangar were all off, and Ellen peered out from around the corner into the pitch blackness. Some of the light from the hallway threw itself around on some bits of machinery nearby: her side of an enormous platform, spanning the width of the space, was just illuminated enough to tell her that it terminated on the other side of the room, somewhere far off into the blackness. Faint sparkling caught her eye on the floor of the platform, which turned out to be a beige-ish grip tape. Right, the water. Ellen sniffed a little.

Blood?

She ignored the faint odor and continued poking around on the platform, careful not to trip on anything.

"Shame there's no light," she said aloud, looking around for some kind of master switch.

The poor intern had not counted on receiving an answer. "Why?" came a voice to the right of the broad catwalk. It was frighteningly deep and loud. In fact, she felt it more than heard it, and near jumped out of her skin at doing so. "I can see you just fine."

There was a great rustling, then. The sound of thousands of gallons of liquid being displaced as something massive shifted in the pool. Out of the darkness came a hand toward her. Dull purple, gloved and armored, was what she saw before it settled in front of the doorway behind her with a loud boom, and the hangar was plunged into darkness. She was also now without an exit.

Ellen didn't dare move, for fear of falling into the stuff that the Eva was situated in, never to be seen again. But when she heard the rumble of more movement coming from the other side of the space, the only thing that was on her mind was get away. 

Thoughts racing at a mile a minute, she dove off to the side where she could have sworn that she had seen the platform angle upwards onto progressively higher steppes to accommodate the giant's massive shoulders. Fortunately, she was right, and found herself wedged between two bulky pieces of equipment, desperately hoping Unit 01 didn't have night vision.

Her heart was shoved up into her throat, it seemed, beating so hard and so fast that she was sure she was going to choke on it. Or worse yet, that the Eva would be able to hear the blood rushing through her veins. She certainly heard it pounding in her ears.

"Well aren't you a cute little thing," came the eerily human voice again. It sounded as though his larynx was made of gravel, and his words of broken slabs of concrete and rebar. Ellen was about ready to piss herself.

There was a sound, now, an almost-dragging, almost-shuffling sound. Was that his other hand sliding along the surface of the platform? Whatever it was, it was coming nearer. It grew silent for a brief moment before something touched her. Something huge.

Ellen shrieked and scrambled to get away, stumbling around thick cables and other doo-dads determined to get her killed. She scraped her arm on the rough grip tape, but there was no time to even think about her raw, stinging, skin now.

Trapped, she was trapped. Like a mouse... not even! Like a bug, more like!

Her body was shaking like a leaf on a tree, eyes darting from one unintelligible shape to another. That's when she saw them: his eyes, glowing the faintest of greens, boring down on her.

She let out another cry, tripping on something and falling backward. Still, there was too much adrenaline in her system to even register the pain now. Ellen saw the Eva lift his hand away from the door, and light poured in. She could finally make a run for it!

"Let's get a better look at you..."

Just as she was readying a sprint toward the light, he planted his hands on either side of her, and begin pushing the entire platform down the hangar, like a soap rack in a bathtub. The movement caught her off balance and she fell onto his thumb. Ellen gasped and pushed herself away, backing up from it on all fours.

He stopped only some 15 or 20 feet from the exit, but it was more than enough to prevent her from leaving. She couldn't even swim to it if she tried. The giant's hands remained where they were; Ellen was deathly afraid of lifting her eyes, but did so anyways, slowly. The white light from the door faintly traced the outline of his silhouette: Unit 01 was gargantuan. And from what she could tell, heavily muscled too. After a great deal of hesitation, she finally met his gaze. Couldn't bear to hold it for long, though.

His hand, which was the length of an SUV, she guessed, lifted away from her and disappeared into the blackness above. And then with a ka-thunk, the room was flooded with light. Ellen yelped and covered her eyes.

She was curled into something of a fetal position there for a few moments, waiting for something to happen and praying to whatever deities were out there and listening. When she heard no shifting or sloshing of liquid, she realized that he was almost as still as she was. Ellen moved her hand the tiniest bit so that she could see, and what greeted her eyes was nothing but an enormous face.

A very human face.

Unit 01 had a strong jawline and a roughly sculpted countenance lightly touched by laugh lines and faint creases here and there. Deep-set, intense eyes were studying her with casual scrutiny from underneath dark, heavy brows. His chin was dotted with stubble, and his mouth twisted into a remarkably white, open-mouthed smirk.

The rest of him did not look nearly as human. In fact, she had no idea that the Eva units were just men in armored suits—and he was still wearing his. In fact, nobody on the surface seemed to know this either. It was thought that they were robots, and that they were being driven... or piloted, rather, by normal-sized people.

She had to admit though, he was about as attractive as he was huge.

Which was very.

"Not much of a talker, huh?" he boomed. "That's alright, I'll get you making noise in no time."

The Eva's chuckle was an earthquake.

Ellen was on the verge of tears, here, mumbling pleas under her breath, when the shadow of his hand moved over her, and down it came. She shrieked and covered her head. Fingers the size of logs gripped her sides and plucked her off the platform like nothing, and hoisted her into the air so he could, presumably, get a better look.

He'd shifted her in his hand so that he was holding her something like a small action figure now. She made the mistake of looking down, moaning when she saw that he'd brought her some 30 feet above the surface of what she now recognized as LCL. Beyond the platform was the rest of the body of liquid, which was indeed something of a bath for him, as she saw two of his knees surface and lean against the sides some 30 yards away in what was clearly a sign of him getting relaxed.

He started probing and exploring her tiny body with his free hand. His dextrous fingers carefully peeled away her white labcoat, revealing a form-fitting shirt and jeans underneath. Ellen just closed her eyes for this part and held perfectly still—quite possibly as stiff as a board (or a popsicle stick) in his hand.

"Scared, huh?" The Eva suggested, turning his smirk into an absolutely wicked grin that was some 6 feet across. His tongue darted out to lick his upper lip. She watched its every move in abject terror, like it was the barrel of a loaded gun.

A nod was all Ellen could manage, and why she even graced him with an answer was beyond her anyways.

He grunted in satisfaction. "Good. Tiny little interns like yourself need to know what proper clearance means."

And with that, he dropped her. Ellen screamed, only to be caught about 5 feet lower by the palm of his other hand, upon which she wound up sprawled on. He started tossing her up into the air a little bit this time, causing her to flail her arms and cry out in little bursts every time she landed. The girl was shaking uncontrollably again, her breaths coming up in short, quick gasps. Without thinking, she scrambled for one of his thick fingers and wrapped herself around it.

"You think you're being clever, huh?" he said, bringing her right up to his face. It felt like her eyes were as big as his. "I know exactly what to do with humans like you."

He took the finger that she was so desperately clinging to, and folded back the others while he slowly brought her to his mouth, which was now wide open.

"No, no! Please god no! Please!" she begged, holding onto him tighter even though she wanted nothing more than to get away from him. "Please don't eat me!"

The giant stopped. "Eat?" His hot breath washed over her like a great wind. "Whatever gave you that idea? Now I want all your clothes off while you're in there." And without another moment's hesitation, he popped his finger, Ellen included, into his mouth.

She was sure he could feel and hear her screaming from inside. His tongue explored her like a morsel of food for a minute before the entire cavity seemed to collapse around her, and a great pressure was pulling her back. Was he... trying to suck her off? His finger was slowly pulling out as he did this, and she had no choice but to give into the ministrations of his mouth and let go.

"Good girl," he said, tossing her about inside. "Now off."

The fact that he was getting such a big boner from treating her like this made her sick to her stomach.

Ellen was crouched down as low as she could manage, balancing precariously on his ever-shifting, ever-undulating tongue. He wanted her to what while she was in his mouth? Strip for him? What in the hell kind of command was that? Unit 01 was a sick, sick fuck.

Then again, he was an Evangelion. He had to be pretty sick in order to do his job.

When she stayed that way for a little longer than he liked, he commanded her one more time: "Off." The tone in his voice got her to work in no time.

The shirt and bra was easy; she sheepishly stuck out her arm from behind his rows of huge, glistening teeth with every garment she removed, and he plucked them from her grasp, presumably to toss off to the side without another thought.The jeans were harder. By then, she was completely drenched in his saliva, and jeans, especially tight ones, always took some wrestling with to get them off when wet. Finally they too were balled up and handed over to the giant, and at last, her panties.

"Good and naked in there?" he said, leaving his mouth open to allow her the chance to speak.

"What the hell are going to do to me?" she half-demanded, half-plead.

"I asked you a yes or no question," he rumbled.

Ellen had to hold onto his bottom row of teeth to keep from being accidentally swallowed. The two rows of pearly whites came dangerously close to closing on her hands as he spoke, but never did. At least he's careful when he wants to be, she thought bitterly to herself. "...yes."

She would have covered herself up for modesty's sake; while he couldn't see her just yet, he could definitely feel her up still, and the thought made her uneasy. However, holding on for dear life was a little more of a priority.

"Excellent."

He stuck out his tongue with her on it, massive face coming back into view for a short moment before bringing it back in, closing around her waist with his lips which might as well have been made of soft steel.

She heard the LCL slosh as the giant reclined back in his hangar; out of the corners of her eyes she saw him bring his 6-story arms up and around to the back of his head. Once he was comfortable, his tongue started moving. It was slow and methodical, like a predator figuring out out the best way to start eating its freshly caught prey. She felt the hot, wet (and strong!) thing run up the sides of her legs and the rock-hard tip of it tease at her ass. Eventually it found it's way between her legs, slithering between her thighs, forcing them wide apart.

"Oh god, oh god," she mewled quietly. Ellen gripped at the sides of his mouth that so solidly held her in place, and tried kicking his tongue away. She knew it would be futile, though.

"Mmm," he thundered with sudden interest in her resistance from somewhere deep inside of him. The sound vibrated her. His attack on her body picked up pace, and tongue eventually forced itself between her legs.

Ellen cried out at the contact, but the urge to struggle against the giant was failing. Blood was rushing to all the wrong places, now. No, no, no... this couldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening.

The intern moaned pathetically and arched into his tongue, spreading her legs further apart to allow him better access. Unit 01 chuckled around her. Heat was building, now. Electricity pooling in her belly, and she wanted it more, and she wanted it faster.

"Please," she absentmindedly murmured. This caused him to stop, much to her dismay.

"Please what?"

Ellen sobered up a little at the question, suddenly not in the mood to say it again. When she didn't respond, he quite literally spat her out onto his hand, covered in viscous saliva. She remembered that she was naked this time, and quickly covered up, cowering at the base of his thumb as he stared her down with those unearthly eyes.

"When I ask you a question," he growled dangerously. His eyes were smouldering, but the more she looked, the more it was apparent that it wasn't in anger. "You answer. Got it?"

 

"Y-yes..." Ellen swallowed hard.

"Yes, sir," the Eva corrected.

"Yes, sir," she repeated quietly.

"Lay back on my palm," he ordered, his voice husky. "And hands above your head. None of this modesty bullshit."

She did as she was told without much hesitation. Was she afraid, or was she turned on? She suspected that the adrenaline rushing through her veins was making it hard to separate them. Did it matter, though? Did she actually care? It seemed that he was going to have his way with her either way, and if she fought back too much, well... Evas weren't known for being careful in the heat of battle.

Her arms went above her head obediently when she realized that he'd moved his thumb so she would have something to brace against. Whatever she was laying on wasn't particularly soft... perhaps some kind of woven kevlar-fiber, maybe. Whatever it was, it had to withstand a 5-ton grip.

"Fuck, you're small," was all he grunted before bending his head forward and taking up her entire pelvic region into his mouth, teasing her aching pussy with the tip of his tongue and sucking lightly. His nose was pressed into her belly, predatory eyes locked onto her. Ellen closed hers so she wouldn't have to see him watching as she writhed under his attention.

How... how is he so good at this? She drunkenly wondered about it through the haze of adrenaline and endorphins, moaning and gasping.

"You're huge," she breathed, mostly to herself. "And... don't stop...."

Ellen was surprised to find that he heard her. "Damn right," he said in a low voice, blowing air onto her pussy.

"Ahh," was all she had to say in response to that as he immediately got back to work.

It wasn't long before she came. The release was quite explosive as she shook and cried out loud in the Eva's hand, being held some 30 feet in the air, completely at his mercy. She was lucky to remember that she even existed then.

Blissful little tremors shook her reclining form, and it suddenly didn't matter that she'd just been coerced into sex with a 130 foot tall monster of a man.

 

At least he was kind enough to give her a few minutes of rest after all that, right?

Unit 01 lowered her down a bit, resting his hand on the surface of the LCL. She could feel him rumble a bit in smug satisfaction. Arrogant prick, she thought.

"Well, what do you know?" he interrupted the silence with his low, booming voice. "It's my turn."

"Your... turn?"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch, girl."

He roughly lifted her over to the platform again and deposited her there. Ellen just stood awkwardly on the cold metal and biting roughness of the grip tape, folding her arms over her chest and squeezing her thighs together.

And then, something amazing and terrible happened. The giant Eva rose up on what she assumed to be his knees in the hangar. He was impossibly more massive now that she could see the entirety of his chest and hips, looming over her like a goddamned skyscraper. Ellen's eyes slowly worked down from his face, to his heavily-armored chest, to his abs, to his... crotch, which was perfectly aligned with the platform now. The groin armor itself jutted out menacingly, the end coated in a slightly darker shade of purple than his thighs and belly. Purple like an engorged cock head.

Unit 01's hips were massive. 20 feet across at least, which meant his...

"Oh god," she muttered. What the hell was he planning to do with it??

Fear and excitement were inseparable now. The rush of panic was indistinguishable from the rush of arousal, and she didn't quite know what to do about it. Actually, she did: she'd do what he told her to. Because I'll be damned... it's actually working out so far. Er... sort of.

So long as he didn't suddenly decide that murder would be a fun way to finish the night.

Ellen watched as his hands went to work detaching some kind of connective plating. She couldn't quite see what he was doing, but she could hear it. Lots of clicks, clacks, and finally, a ka-tang as he drew the billboard-sized piece of armor away and tossed it into the pool of LCL with a great splash. Underneath was a skin-tight suit made from the same material as his gloves, she noticed. At his juncture was a swollen-ness there, neatly contained by the strength of the black under suit. One of his hands came down to reach for a series of hydraulic clasps, which, if she didn't know better, appeared to be there for just this very reason. He undid them deftly.

The intern swallowed hard, perhaps her previous optimism was a little naïve.

His full length sprang out as soon as it was able, just barely resting on the edge of the platform as it held itself aloft by its own iron stiffness. The Eva firmly gripped the base, watching her reaction as he lightly slapped at the hardy metal scaffold she stood on.

Ellen didn't really like where this was going anymore; horrible images flashed through her mind, some fantastic, and some much more feasible. She backed up a bit, completely forgetting how close to the edge she was, and with a cry, fell backward into the LCL. Coming up to gasp for air in the repulsive stuff, she came up underneath the platform and now had access to the machinery underneath. Maybe this was her chance to get away from the giant?

"For fuck's sake," she heard him growl.

The Eva was moving around in the pool, looking for her when she didn't come up again. This caused all sorts of swirling currents that she fought hard against in her attempt to squeeze in between some bulky metal bits, grabbing onto some suitable handhold. Using it, she dragged herself in, and waited with a deathly stillness. The air smelled faintly of blood.

She heard him growl in frustration now as he moved about. Suddenly a great current from one of his hands in the water beneath her threatened to pull her under, causing her to yelp from nearly losing her grip. Crap!

He very clearly heard her, and in no time the same hand came rushing up from the depths and started to violently investigate all the nooks underneath the catwalk until he came upon her. His fingers closed around her thrashing legs effortlessly, and he yanked her out and underneath the surface, only to draw her up and hold her in front of his face, upside down, now about 90 feet in the air. Ellen's lungs emptied out in a hard scream.

"Do you really want to piss me off?" he whispered. "I could crush your legs to dust right now, with just the tiniest squeeze. I've done it before. It's fun."

Ellen shook her head vigorously, tears threatening to spill again. "No, s-sir," she squeaked. "I'll do whatever you say, sir!"

He looked her up and down, then lowered her to lay on his cock. "Good girl."

Unit 01 just stood there, looking down at her coolly, lust burning in his eyes. They were widely dilated and dark. His hands were firmly planted on each side of the platform now, and she marveled at their grip. They were the hands that her department was designing weapons for. Pistols the size of freight trucks; rifles the size of commuter trains. Her reverie lasted only a fraction of a second, though; she saw his grip tighten the smallest bit, and he bobbed up massive cock up and down some. "Do it," he breathed cruelly. There was an anger in his tone that chilled her to the bone, and she got to work.

The intern turned herself over and straddled the massive dick, hard as steel under her ass. And yet, the skin was surprisingly soft as she touched it. She slid up and up toward the head—it stuck out straight as though she weren't even there. When she approached, she felt a distant rumble from somewhere inside of him, far away. The cock twitched: a minute movement for him, a considerable jostle for her. That meant she was doing something right, then?

The cock head would have been immense had the Eva been cut; suffice to say, it just barely wouldn't be able to fit through a door while fully erect. And fully erect he was. Ellen leaned over, pressing her chest against the edge of his foreskin to get better access to the bright red of the tip peeking out.

Maybe this wasn't so bad? It was just like any other cock, except that this one just happened to be super-sized.

"Mm," he grunted when she massaged the tip, tracing around the hole. It twitched a bit more at this, and Ellen heard the catwalk groan and creak as his grip on it tightened. She was getting into the groove again.

She slid off the end, leaving her own glistening trail of juice behind on him, and faced the bulbous cock head from the platform. The Eva pulled back the tiniest amount to let her have more room to work. Ellen kissed and licked around the slit, tracing just inside of it with her tongue and fingers. The dick vibrated under her when the giant growled. "Unhh."

Suddenly his hard length was ripped from her. Opening her eyes, she saw that Unit 01 held it firmly in his hand and had pulled his hips back some. "In my hand and on your back," he ordered, placing his open palm on the floor behind her. Cautiously she crawled onto it, expecting to be lifted into the air, but wasn't. They stayed right where the were. "Touch yourself."

Her hand hesitantly reached down and started exploring herself. The Eva looked down at her from 8 stories up, watching every tiny movement of her fingers roving around the folds of her pussy.

"In," he commanded with a breath.

She obeyed. Two fingers found their way in, and she squirmed a small amount. The giant smiled to himself and got to work, pumping himself with all the power of a container ship combustion engine.

He watched her as she continued, massive cock pointed directly at her. She knew what was coming. The idea made her start playing with her nipples with the other hand. The Eva liked that, apparently, and picked up his own pace. His breathing grew labored, exhales mingled with grunts and groans, as he jacked off harder and faster. She saw his deliciously colossal hips jerking in time with his fist; Ellen made sure her hands kept pace with his, dipping in curled fingers, rubbing and pinching her clit. Heat and electricity building, building...

She didn't know how it happened, but they both came at roughly the same time. She'd just gotten done crying out and whimpering when the hand she was laying on partially closed around her, growing stiff and rigid. The giant towering above her gave out a cry as well; it was a deep, loud, and booming roar: like a thunderclap. And with one last mighty spasm, he came as well, shooting gallons of hot, white come all over her.

When she opened her eyes and wiped the ejaculate from her face, she saw him looking down at her again, just as cool as before, but the fire was gone... mostly. And still there was that selfsame satisfied smirk on his face as he marveled at his handiwork.

"How's it taste?" he grunted.

Ellen licked some off her hand, surprised when it was actually sweet and lightly musky. "Mmm," she replied, and licked off some more for good measure.

"Heh."

He lifted her up again and settled back down into the LCL with a great splash. She watched as he lifted a leg up out of the pool partially, revealing an armored limb and booted foot, and pushed the platform to the far edge of the hangar on it's rails, half a football field away.

The Eva lowered his hand down in front of him then, someplace over his belly, down into the LCL. Ellen was treading water when his arm disappeared under the surface of the stuff, suddenly not at all that comfortable in this enormous body of liquid of a depth she could only guess at. Not to mention that it was a pool of LCL, for chrissakes. With nowhere else to go, she started swimming toward him. He seemed to enjoy that. A few seconds later and she could touch a piece of his armor with her toes down below the surface, and in no time she was scrambling up onto his purple, armored chest. It was like scaling a hillside, except that this hillside was rising and falling with every breath, and it was watching her. She was also trying to do it naked.

She stopped in the cleft between his pectoral plates. "Excuse me, uh... sir," she stammered. "But uhm, where did you put my clothes?"

"They're in here somewhere." Ellen almost lost her balance from the rumbling. "Doesn't matter, though. Someone'll come and get you in the morning."

"What??"

"You really think you snuck past security because of your cunning?" The giant chuckled. "There are probably a dozen different cameras in here."

"Oh my god, that whole thing was caught on film..." Ellen suddenly didn't feel so good, but kept making her way up to the dip between his neck and shoulder, where she supposed that she'd be spending the night now.

"So what? This isn't the first time this has happened. Some bold little intern finds her way in here to slake her curiosity, only to find me. They let tiny playthings like you in here because there's nothing worse than an Eva that hasn't had a good fuck in a while."

Ellen curled up on his shoulder and covered her face with her hands. "I'm fired, aren't I."

"Yeah, you are," said the giant. He reached up with his other arm, hitting the switch on the wall that turned off the lights. The two of them were plunged into darkness. "I'll put in a good word for you for rehire, though."

"Doing what?"

"This. Full time."

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[2] 2.0 YOU CAN (NOT) CALL HR
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// SUMMARY: The intern gets hired on a contractual basis, and Unit 01 is her sole client. He's still a sick fuck and sadistic asshole, but what else is new?

// ADDITIONAL TAGS: cock vore, sounding, living insertion, punishment

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beep beep beep

beep beep beep

beep beep--

She groped around in the dark for the pager. Or rather, it seemed to function much more like an alarm clock. Ellen didn't dare hit the snooze button, though. Being late was one of the biggest NO's of her life. Her client was... the demanding sort.

She reached for her phone and let out a wheezing groan: 4:27a.

It was too early to be alive, let alone awake.

"I hate working here," Ellen muttered, dragging herself out of bed and into some clothes. She chuckled darkly at the irony in needing to do this.

It hadn't been long since she'd been expelled from her internship and dropped out of grad school to do this. The pay was amazing; she was to be making more money than she knew what to do with. But, as always, there was the price to pay for it.

Ellen zipped up her Nerv-issue hooded sweatshirt and headed out the door.

She kept her hood up and a pair of sunglasses on when walking around Nerv HQ now. Couldn't quite bear the looks of disgust and pity that some of the personnel gave while passing her in the halls.

Flashing her ID badge at a security checkpoint, she realized that she was quite possibly the only person on the premises who was allowed entry to the innermost functions of Nerv without going through retina and hand scans. Her "job" was so universally reviled that no one would even think of impersonating her.

The security guard pointed down the hall, giving her a look of wordless disappointment. They must be just coming in, she thought, heading down to the hall to the decontamination bay's observatory deck, and grabbing half a styrofoam cup of burnt coffee as the warning system lights began to flash in preparation of the Evas' arrival.

She stood alone on the deck, sipping the black coffee and leaning forward against the guard rails positioned away from the sharply-angled windows. She spied decontamination crews on the bay floor some 15 stories down as they, too, waited for the Eva units to arrive.

Which didn't take long. In the distance, she heard a series of deep clanging sounds, each louder than the last, until the ceiling opened up and down came crashing 3 enormous platforms, side by side, and on each stood an Eva.

Ellen was careful to craft a persona at the forefront of which was ambivalence and casualty regarding her current lifestyle and means of employment. But it was moments like this, where the drink in her hand was temporarily forgotten, heart skipping a beat, as she looked upon the 130-foot super soldiers as they stepped off their lifts and into the bay with more nonchalance in a single muscle fiber than she had in her entire body. It was moments like this that reminded her why quitting would be harder than it should be.

Each of their steps gently shook the structures around her. She watched with rapt attention as they strode across the floor, turned around and pressed their backs against the wall. She could hear the decontamination team communicate with the units by way of a megaphone, and Unit 01 replied with a curt shake of the head, but they were muffled and she couldn't hear their words.

The walls behind each of them suddenly splayed open in an impressive display of complex engineering; mechanical arms reached out around them, plucking the armor off in a matter of seconds, leaving them in their skin-tight undersuits before retreating back into the wall. The suits, she quickly discovered, were to come off as well, and heat rushed to her face to see them pop open the long lines of fasteners that started at the top of the neck, split into two, and wound their way around their waists and disappeared again. She expected that the series of mechanical hook-ups dotting their bodies would be peeled away with the suits, but as they stepped out of the armor-fabric, she saw that she was wrong. Two on each forearm, six on the chest, three on each set of obliques, following the bulging curves of the abdominal muscles, three around each knee, one on each shoulder, and two just above each posterior cheek. Unit 01 turned around as the ceiling opened up and let down a torrent of steaming water, and she was able to catch sight of the most peculiar feature on his body: a long line of black plates handsomely following the curve of his spine, terminating  on the back of his neck; that was where the armor appeared thickest, and was located a small protrusion that looked like it had, as far as she could tell, the Nerv logo on the side. It didn't stick out far, perhaps four or five feet or so, but it did beg the question: certainly the Evas must be cyborgs, then?

Maybe she could coax the answer out of him later.

The water mixture stopped, leaving a swirling lake about a foot deep on the floor to drain. The showers were replaced by another appendage that blew them down with hot air. She watched as their heavy heads of hair were slowly whipped around by the blast.

The suits, each a different color, were plucked from where they hung and promptly put back on. The armor, however, was not.

The other two units began to file out, but 01 stayed behind. Ellen swallowed and took a step back from the observatory windows, hoping to disappear in her--compared to him--tiny little niche in the ceiling, but his beastly green eyes glanced her way and locked onto her entire body.

She couldn't tell if she'd froze, or if she'd taken yet a few more paces back, but her grip on the styrofoam cup tightened until it cracked. Hot coffee leaked out onto her fingers and she dropped it, hissing. "Ow! Fuck!"

Ellen's eyes darted up as she rubbed her scalded hand, and caught Unit 01's mouth twisted up in a chuckling smile. She watched as his tongue darted out to follow the curve of his teeth. He took a step closer--imagining how long one of his strides was made her queasy--and he closed the distance between where he was standing and where she was in a few seconds. Suddenly she couldn't see anything beyond the windows but his eyes and the ridge of his nose. He looked around inside, as though she were stuck in a box and he was figuring out if there was an escape for her. After a moment, he raised his hand up and tapped on the window.

It did not make a tapping sound.

"You gonna come down or do I have to reach in there and grab you?" His voice startled her. It was still vaguely muffled, but his mouth was so close to the deck that the floor vibrated in tune with his words and the air around her was filled with it.

"I... I don't know where the elevator is," she said. It appeared that he couldn't hear her, so he turned his massive head to the side and put his ear to the glass. She took a few shaking steps forward and repeated herself a bit louder.

Unit 01 moved his face away again until she saw his eyes, and he lifted his hand up to point off to his left, her right. She trudged off, leaving the cup where it'd fallen on the floor.

For some reason, she was dismayed at finding that the elevator had a large window overlooking the bay. She didn't like feeling so exposed and displayed in front of him; it unnerved her. What else was unnerving, she quickly found out, was that she would get a full-length view of him as she descended the 13 stories to his feet.

There were only two levels; deck and floor. Ellen hit "floor" and leaned against the side of the elevator car, trying to keep her eyes on her feet. Her eyes, she was discovering, though, wouldn't listen. She stole a quick and rather pathetic glance at him as she started down, meeting his intense gaze for only a split second, and as soon as she couldn't see his face anymore, her eyes peeked out the window again to get a look at the rest of his incomprehensible bulk.

The Eva's arms were folded across a broad and built chest, which tapered down into a tightly coiled abdomen. His hips--oh god those hips--were thrust out very slightly, and beneath that, enormous legs that seemed to go on forever. Eventually, she came to his feet; each one was larger than her apartment.

The car came to a cushioned stop, and the doors opened; but she didn't want to come out.

"You waiting for an invitation, kid?"

Ellen hastily disembarked and stood beside him. There was silence and he didn't move much; she slowly retraced her view from the elevator and lifted her eyes to look up at him. He cocked his head at her.

"Like what you see?"

She watched, as hypnotized, all the tiny contractions of muscles around his hips and thighs, the slight sway of his torso as he looked down at her.

Ellen looked away and twisted up her mouth. "Yeah," she muttered to herself.

Unit 01 chuckled and then collapsed down into a crouch above her (it was a terrible sight to see such bulk come down all at once, and Ellen couldn't help the gasp that escaped her). There was movement about her and suddenly a gigantic finger brushed up against her face like a wall. "The hell you wearing these for?"

Her sunglasses were deftly removed and tossed 50 feet away. He flicked her hood down, nearly hitting her in the head and sending her sailing to the ground with a concussion. She was successfully exposed.

Ellen bit her lip and stared at his ankles, which were just above eye-level.

"Because I get treated like a leper for doing this damn job."

"Hah!" the sound of his laugh was as loud as an explosion. She winced and hunched over, ready to cover her ears if he did it again. "Of course. You dropped out of grad school to become a whore."

Heat rushed to her face. "Worst decision I've ever made," she grumbled, though not sure if she was even being honest.

His bulwark of a hand swooped her up in its grip faster than she could apologize, lifting her off the ground with all the g-force of a jet plane. His face was suddenly occupying her entire field of vision, the familiar sensation of his hot breath surrounding her causing little beads of sweat to form on her neck as she tried to get control of her breathing again.

"Don't worry, I'll make you regret it even more," he said in a low voice. "You get to ride on the roof for that comment, too, smartass."

The hell was the roof?

He lifted her up to the crook of his neck and shoulder, opening the hand surrounding her and letting her drop a few feet onto the rough grain of the kevlar suit.

"Oh god..."

Ellen was flattened against the tight muscle of his shoulder as he rose, and almost went flying off once he stood fully erect.

"If you fall, it ain't my fault, roach," he said before heading for the hall that the other Eva units had disappeared down earlier.

She braced herself as securely as she could, but nothing would have felt secure enough. Each one of his steps sent her bobbing up and down by at least 10 or 15 feet; she was hoping he wouldn't hear her nauseous and fearful whimpering. She kept her eyes closed too-- there was no use in understanding how high off the ground she was right now, holding on for dear life.

Thankfully, it wasn't far... wherever they were going.

Unit 01 turned a corner and headed into a small room: one she hadn't seen before. It was unfurnished, aside from an Eva-sized bench some 50 feet high, onto which he plopped.

"Plopped" would be perhaps the greatest understatement ever made, however. To Ellen, it felt like taking a nosedive in a plane. He gave a great rumbling sigh, and she screamed with every sinew in her body, holding on as tightly as she could. The impact, the moment that he made full contact with the bench, sent her smashing into his shoulder with just as much force. She winced and laid there in a crumpled ball, clutching her side, while the giant lifted his hands, and in two great arcs, brought them to rest behind his head.

Ellen whimpered.

"What's wrong now?" he grunted.

"Bruised a rib or something," she breathed, trying to sit up. "I feel like I just got into a car crash..."

Unit 01 gave a chiding tsk tsk and slowly shook his head in mock pity. "You people break too easily."

She'd gotten up and was busy making her way down his shoulder, off of the bright orange panels of his neck and down onto the black rise of a giant pec muscle. She could feel his eyes immolating her from behind as she figured out a way to get closer to the ground. Ellen thought she could just continue down in a straight line until she'd reached his belly, but his musculature was too freakish, and it was at least a 5 foot drop from his chest to the top of his abdomen.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm not working while injured. Shift's over."

The mass under her feet shifted and down came a hand. She was pinched between a thumb and forefinger thicker than her midsection and turned around to face him. "Ow! You son of a--"

"You don't get released unless I say you get released."

What... what did that mean?

"That's not what the..."

"That's exactly what the contract says, kid. You signed it, I get to do practically whatever I want." He thought for a minute, diverting his eyes  to the ceiling, and then focused in on her again with that goddamned awful smirk. "No," he continued. "Actually, I do get to do whatever I want with you. Worst I'd get is a time-out."

The blood drained from her face as she looked up at him, and his smirk widened into a cruel smile.

"Now off. Let's see that ass again."

Ellen trembled as she unzipped her hooded sweatshirt and set it down beside her. It wasn't a striptease, no; she was just not motivated to move any faster or any sexier. Then the shirt, and the pants. She almost lost her balance when he sucked in a breath as she stood on one leg; he couldn't help but laugh at that, and the jerking movement sent her sprawling flat on his belly.

"Pathetic," he said, shaking his head and grinning. "I almost feel bad making you do this."

Fucking jerk. Why couldn't this just be some Lovecraftian mockery of sex? Why did he have to treat her like shit and toy around with her the whole time, too?

...but it wasn't like he'd held his great, booted foot over her head when she went in to sign that contract.

She stood up and tried again with the pants, turning around this time so she didn't have to look at him. Instead, she wound up looking down his long, hulking body. His hips were only about 20 feet away, and she could see a very obvious swell where his two massive legs joined. Ellen's eyes must have lingered too long, though, because she felt another shift underneath her. His arm came plowing forward beside her; hand resting to the side of the bulge, with his thumb just on it.

Ellen jerked away from the sight, almost on instinct, and accidentally met his gaze. Unit 01 lifted his eyebrows.

"You'll be getting that soon, don't worry," he half-rumbled, half-cooed. She felt disgusting, but also aroused. How predictable of her.

Off came the bra and panties, then.

"Take your clothes and put them near my feet," he ordered.

She turned, once again, toward the length of the rest of him, his legs stretching off into the distance. His feet were at least a full city block away.

It was warm. A sickly warm, almost. Wet and aching like an exotic fever.

Ellen noticed that her mouth was drier than the air around her as she headed down his left thigh. She moved slow... was that because she was hesitant and full of detestation, or was that so she could feel the sinews underneath her tiny feet?

The muscles rippled underneath her like a rolling hill, hard and impenetrable to her as bedrock.

"Feet," she whispered. "Feet..."

How strange to be standing on him and yet have him be so far away?

The knee was tricky, but not as much as the very bottom of his shin, which grew progressively less flat the closer she got to his enormous foot. She paused and looked up at it, which rose some 15 feet above her head. He wiggled his toes, and the tendons under her bobbed about with every movement of the digits. Ellen nearly fell off, some 10 feet to the ground, but she fell down on all fours instead, clutching her clothes as tightly as possible.

"Don't disobey the order," she mouthed, catching her breath, staring down at the thick grain of kevlar underneath her. Carefully, slowly, she rose to a sitting position, muscles tight, back to him, and started folding the garments as neatly as possible.

Ellen straddled his shinbone and leaned out to the side with her folded pants, letting them drop to the surface of the berth. They were less than perfect when they landed, but the others soon followed suit.

"Have you ever seen an angel?"

She jumped and whirled around, almost forgetting he was animate.

"N...no," she said, then remembering what he'd said during their first meeting, added: "...sir."

"Beautiful ugly fuckers," he grunted, bringing a hand before his face to examine it. "But they can bleed just like you. C'mere. I never said you could just sit there."

Ellen got up and made her way back with arms folded tightly across her chest, walking along the length of his 70-foot leg with thighs pressed together.

When she was at his knee, though, the entire limb shifted and he brought his thigh up a little; she gasped and stiffened, dropping to her hands and knees to keep her balance as the joint was lifted higher off the ground. Unit 01 waved it from side to side a little and raised his brow at her.

"Oh dear," he said, shaking his head. "How are you gonna get down now?"

Ellen groaned and looked down at the incline, strategizing on how to get back to his hip. After a moment she just decided to wing it and see if she could slide down on her ass.

He was watching her with light amusement, but perhaps not enough for his enormous appetite for violence and mischief. She'd never seen one of the units fight an angel, but she did see footage of them in a simulator back when... she was a legitimate NERV employee. Unit 01 had been the most vicious in those training exercises, she remembered. Angels often bled, he said, and boy did he make those simulations bleed.

She'd made her way down about 15 feet before he got bored and jerked his knee toward him, suddenly taking the solid surface away from under her. Ellen went careening into the air above his belly, flailing pathetically and screaming. They came in short, panting bursts, and she wasn't sure if he was just going to let her fall and hit him, or if he would catch her, or if he would do something else horrible, or--

BAM. She hit something that wasn't the ground. Groaning, she sat up and rubbed her head. Her side started hurting again from earlier.

Ah yes, of course. His hand.

The Eva brought her close to his chest so that he could look straight down at her. His eyes made tiny movements as they surveyed one part of her body and then another. His hot breath washed over her. Ellen could, once again, only hold his freakish and terrible gaze for half a second before lowering her eyes and rounding her shoulders, making herself even smaller somehow.

She stole a glance over at his fingers, though. They were thick, strong things; the little finger was roughly as big as she was.

Ellen fought the urge to go over to one and explore it. Why couldn't he ever just let her do that?

His voice interrupted her thoughts though, and made her start. "You didn't shower," was his assessment. She sheepishly turned to look at him, craning her neck upward to let his face fill her entire field of vision like some terrifying image of a wrathful god.

"I didn't have time, I had to rush over here," she hurriedly explained. "...Sir."

He shook his head. "Not gonna come on you if you're not clean."

"What do I... you want me to go back to my apartment and shower? Is there an Eva-sized sink you can dump me in for a minute?"

"No," he said, leaning back, holding her up at chin-height. But he leaned forward again, and she wasn't sure if an idea had struck him or if he had this planned from the beginning. "I do need to impress on you the importance of following orders, though." Unit 01 dropped his voice to something frightfully low and breathy, enunciating the last words with great precision. "And I don't do positive feedback."

His right hand came over to her, and she instinctively ducked. The next moment she felt his massive fingers lightly probing around her head until at last she'd realized that he'd gathered up much of her hair between his thumb and forefinger. Ellen was suddenly yanked up into a rigid sitting position.

She reached up with her hands to feel what he was doing, trying to look up to see the bulk of his hand hovering above her throwing her into shadow. It was like looking up to see a car suspended above her.

"What are you--?" she pleaded quietly, but was interrupted.

"You should know by now that I don't need an excuse to fuck with you," came his deeply rumbling reply. "But you really do need to learn some fucking manners, little slut." He paused to lick the corner of his mouth. "Every now and then I'm gonna give you a choice to make you feel like you have some tiny modicum of control of how these shifts turn out for you. So which one: hair or feet. You got 5 seconds."

Hair or feet?? What did that mean? What was he going to do? How strong was her hair? She needed her feet much more than her hair, but pulling it out would be--- god dammit!

"Feet," she blurted out.

"Feet it is."

The Eva let go of her hair and went for her appendages of choice. It happened quickly and without any sort of dramatic flourish; in an instant, he had her ankles pinched together, and the hand that had been supporting her fell away. There was nothing between her head and the rock-hard armored body below except for 80 feet of air. If Ellen fell, it would have been like hitting pavement.

"Fuck, fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck...!" was all she could get out. A long string of hyperventilated expletives as her eyes darted wildly about and her body shook with pathetic tremors. She brought her chin to her chest to try and see if she could possibly reach some part of him, but to no avail. All she could do was whine and whimper and cover her head like a child during a school-time disaster drill.

Ellen tried disappearing, but he wouldn't let her.

The index finger of his free hand gently prodded at her breasts as they hung free, trembling with the rest of her.

"Count to 60," was the order. "And don't screw up."

His groping was distracting. The blood rushing to her eyeballs was distracting. They way her mouth wanted to hang open awkwardly was distracting. Suddenly there was a pain in her chest as he pinched her breasts together tightly, and she cried out, trying to push the gigantic digits away.

"Count," he near whispered.

"O-one... two... th... three..."

Time came to a crawl as he made her count the seconds of her punishment. Her face itched with the rush of blood, her breath came laboriously. "T-t-twelve..." Crap, what came after twelve? "Thirteen! Thirteen," she cried out after what seemed like a second too long. "Fourteen..."

Unit 01 just chuckled, the right side of his mouth twisted up into a hook-like smirk. The moist heat of his exhalations was not helping her uncomfortableness.

"Twenty... eight..."

Vertigo. Vertigo was setting in. She had to keep her eyes closed.

"Thirty-six... fuckfuckfuck..."

"Forty-- gyeaahh!" Ellen flailed and opened her eyes when she was greeted by the sensation of

something large, hot, and wet sliding up her chest. Unit 01's chin was all she could see, dotted with thick, black stubble.

He lifted her away from his mouth so she could see his eyes. Which she did, and which she hated. Ellen noticed his pupils were dilated.

"Didn't say you could stop, kid."

"Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!"

"That's more like it. Ten more seconds to go, don't mind me."

He swung her back to his gaping maw, teeth glistening in the harsh light. His tongue, the size of a full mattress, slithered out and continued where it left off.

"Fifty-one," she breathed; he'd licked up her belly. "Fifty-two..." The tip of it, which he could shape into a rounded point like any other person, throbbed and undulated against the crevice between her thighs. The blood wanted to go there, but it stayed all in her face instead.

"Fifty-three!" she yelped when he managed to get himself further in, brushing against a particularly sensitive area. God, any other time, any other place, and that would have felt like...

"Fifty-four, fifty-four..."

Suddenly Ellen's hips were pinned between his tongue and one of his fingers. The little one, she could maybe guess if her head wasn't swimming in the beginnings of an arousal as well as abject terror. She couldn't tell if her body wanted to freeze or melt.

"Fif...fifty-five," she moaned when the finger spread her cheeks and started rubbing against her cunt from the back. Ellen wanted something to clutch, but he was so far away; she wound up clutching herself.

"Fifty-six, fifty-seven..."

"You're wet as hell, I can taste you," he said above her, retracting his tongue for a moment to speak and blow air on where he'd licked. If Ellen had been upright, she would have blushed. All she could do was writhe and mewl. "F-fifty-eight..."

"Fifty-fucking-nine," she cried breathlessly. She was still nowhere near orgasm, but god that felt good! And at last: "Sixty! Fucking goddamn motherfucking sixty... now put me down! Put me down!" she swallowed, keeping her eyes shut tight. "Please... please..." she whispered to herself.

She was still suspended and didn't feel herself move any closer to the ground, but the air became a little disturbed and something gently touched the top of her head. The rest of her was lowered down onto what she assumed to be his palm until she was laying on the flat of her back.

Eyes were still shut and arms still clutched about. A finger curled down and touched her belly, prompting her to open her eyes. It lifted away and she sat up, facing away from the hulking giant, and decided to crawl over to his wall of fingers when she could catch her breath, nestling herself between his middle and little fingers, back against his ring. Her knees were up against her chest.

Ellen's eyes were low; she was looking at the length of his palm before her, but they flitted up to meet his ferrous gaze.

Asshole.

His hand was resting on his knee, just below eye-level for him as he sat, leaning forward somewhat, assessing her.  He reached forward, and with a purple digit, prodded her roughly, but thoroughly, between the legs. She was pushed up against his finger, and Ellen found herself squeezing his fingertip between her thighs, grabbing it with her own tiny ones, almost like she might do with someone performing cunnilingus. His ministrations were obviously not as precise, nor did he invade her for more than a few moments, but heat did pool in her hips and she let out a little moan. She found that she was disappointed when he pulled it away to give it a slow lick.

She diverted her gaze once again, preferring the base of his thumb to his eyes, especially as the quiet lengthened between them, unsettling her. Every moment he wasn't talking was a moment that he was scheming, she quickly learned.

"Put your arm up," he grunted quietly, and she obeyed. The solid end of his index finger settled on her ribs and poked around with impeccable dexterity. Ellen risked a look at his face, which he'd brought in closer, and saw that his brows were heavy and eyes focused on assessing the damage that'd been done earlier. She felt like a bug.

"Hm. You'll be fine." Unit 01 closed the distance between his hand and his face then, giving her a simple command: "Now in you go."

His cavernous mouth opened up before her, and she looked on with terror as he bared his teeth and proceeded to take her feet gently between them. What the hell was this, now? The behemoth closed his lips around her calves and Ellen felt a pulling sensation as she slid in closer. His mouth opened again but this time she was manipulated inside further with his tongue, helped along by a push at her shoulders.

"What is this for??" she asked with as much gusto as possible, but it came out sounding much more like a squeaky door. It was strange and hideous experience to be so casually tossed into his mouth as though she were a gooey morsel and that there would be another one to take her place once she'd slipped down his gullet.

"You don't sound with dirty fuckin' toys," said the Eva before pushing the rest of her unceremoniously into that hot, dark, liquid space that he acquainted with her last time. She didn't even have time to wonder what sounding was.

But this time was even more disorienting. There was lots of movement as his tongue rubbed and slithered against every square inch of her, sucking down the saliva that she'd "contaminated" and flushing her with new from the gland under his tongue.

He stopped and opened his mouth, letting her get a breath of badly needed fresh air, and let out a drawn-out exhale himself-- a throaty sigh.

"I think I'll be bathing you myself from now on," he said huskily, words surrounding her like a prickly wool blanket. "You're salty, musky, tangy...if I ever get hungry, I'll just eat you. Pretty good for such a tiny morsel. And once I pack you full of protein, you'll be even better."

Ellen shivered and sweat. He didn't... "Y-you don't mean that, do you?"

"That was meant to be a compliment, little lady. That last human I ate pissed himself on his way in."

Without a moment's notice, she came tumbling out of his mouth, falling out of his maw back into the palm of his hand along with ropes of thick, sticky spit. Ellen tried wiping it off of her face with little success. It wasn't long before another glob fell down onto her head. The Eva wiped the fluid away from her face for her before pushing her down onto her belly and into the deep pool of saliva that was now occupying his cupped hand.

"That was back when they tried breaking us like fucking horses, sticking tiny little pilots into our necks." The skyscraper-sized giant was busying himself by swirling the spit around her small, fragile body. Her back burned where she imagined his inhuman green eyes came to rest, both curious and anxious to hear the rest of his story. "Wasn't long before we learned how to take back control of our bodies." He chuckled at what was likely a catastrophic memory. "You should have seen his stupid little face when he realized that I was reaching back to rip out his cockpit. I cracked it open like a stick, plucked out his flimsy body and threw him back like nothing." Another gob of hot spit oozed down over her and he began to massage her ass, spreading apart her thighs a little. Ellen was stiff as a popsicle stick in his hand, horrified at what he was saying and yet...

"It's fun how much they fight going down."

She winced hard, and dared to turn herself over so that she could face him. Well, for the most part; the closest she could get to looking him in the eye was his chin.

She asked the question quietly. "What... are you?"

But with one finger, he tilted her head to make sure she could see how dilated and how harsh those green-rimmed apertures of his were. She swallowed and knew he probably felt even that tiniest of movements.

"Kid, I'm as close to the face of god as you're ever gonna get."

With that he drew his face near again and ran the flat of his tongue along her body, from head to toe, with one long, slow sweep. Ellen squirmed and instinctively tried to push it away, but the muscle was as strong as treated steel.

"I should put the fear of me in you more often-- you taste even better when you're scared," he smugly grunted when he was done.

"Fuck you," Ellen whimpered quietly, hoping he didn't hear. But his hearing was as super-human as his size, and he just chuckled darkly.

"That's the point."

Unit 01 lowered her down and repositioned himself, a massive, bustling movement, until he was sitting on the edge of the berth, and then deposited the saliva-drenched girl onto his leg, near the knee. She watched as he reached down to the bulge between his thighs some 20 feet away and unzip the closure keeping the throbbing mass in place there. It was freed after a moment, and Ellen's breath hitched as it bobbed up and down in the hot air, straining what she imagined to be just past the length of a stretch limo.

He grasped it at the base, one finger coming in at a time to close in around it. It looked even bigger when he did that.

But her gaze was drawn upwards. "It's times like this that I really enjoy," he rumbled, mocking a friendly tone. "Me being me, you being tiny and inconsequential, and me being able to quite literally kill you with not just a finger, but my cock."

God, he could. It was a miracle that it was even possible to have safe sex with a being that was capable of single-handedly destroying civilization as she knew it. Ellen found her mouth, and something else, moistening.

"You know what sounding is?" he muttered as he laid back against the wall behind him, beginning to pump his fist a little up and down his length. She watched, mesmerized, as the skin seemed to stretch just that bit tighter around the swelling mass. It twitched, and the head grew a deeper shade of red underneath the foreskin.

"No... sir." 

"Even better."

He pumped harder and faster then, looking from his engorged cock over to her where she sat on his leg. After a few seconds of this Ellen noticed that she was sitting with her legs a little further apart and ass sticking a little further out, and there was warmth between her thighs. She bit her lip when a bead of clear liquid formed at his cockhole. 

The giant grunted, and she could feel the sinews in his thigh tighten. His hand came to rest at the base again, but this time, he made sure to point himself straight up. With his free hand, he reached for her, a thumb under one arm and an index finger under the other, and brought her hovering above the bulbous head.

"Legs together and point your toes," he rumbled.

What in the world? But she did as she was told.

And down she went. The heat of his cock startled her at first, but after he'd grabbed her by the ankles to make sure that they would slip cleanly into the slit, his body temperature became temporarily pedestrian.

"Oh my god..." Her eyes were the size of dinner plates.

The skin around the slit was softish, and from what her feet could feel, the inside of the hole was pillowy and hot, like the inside of his mouth. He groaned deep in his chest as he pushed her in past her hips, and she could feel the surge of blood tighten the cock around her. Ellen started feeling a little claustrophobic.

"Oh yeah, that's good," he breathed, looking down at her and not taking his eyes off.

Ellen's heartbeat picked up some when she tried to move and couldn't budge one bit. In fact, all she seemed to be able to accomplish was pleasure him even more. His hand was pulled away slightly, just out of reach for her, as he watched her squirm and look for something that wasn't his cock for her to gain leverage against. In fact, her struggling seemed to be doing all the work for him.

After a lot of unintentional grabbing and stroking, a fluid bubbled up from inside of him with a few jerks of the shaft, and out came another dribble of precum, oozing out from the slit around her, coating her arms and belly.

She paused to look up at him to see if she could possibly gauge his expression. Out before her stretched his belly, long and rock solid thanks to the thick kevlar fiber he wore. Then his chest, then his shoulders, which were wider than two back-to-back shipping containers. His belly rose and fell faster than normal and there was a hungry look in his dark eyes.

"Didn't say you could stop," he half-whispered. His hand came down over her and she watched as two fingers pinched her under the arms once again to push her further in. All her anxious writhing did was help him wedge her in up to her ribs even easier.

If she thought the tightness was unbearable then, it was nothing compared to when he started pumping himself again. His fist, she noticed, stayed nearer the top of his length, and every time it came up to the head, the air was squeezed out of her. But the expression on his face couldn't have been further from hers. There was a smug grin there, teeth just barely parted, and above his dilated eyes were a pair of brows knitted in concentration. Noises too low to actually hear began escaping him as he jacked off with her as his captive audience.

But surprisingly enough, she got a moment to herself. He closed his eyes with a grunt, permitting her a brief period of privacy that she'd never had before with him. Ellen sheepishly took advantage of this temporary freedom, looking all about him, studying him as he worked away, as though he weren't even there. The muscles in his hips and thighs were tightening, she noticed, and he was breathing with his belly instead of his chest. The cording in his neck could have held a suspension bridge. And his hand, she noted as it came down to gently finger her when his pace quickened, could have scooped up every belonging she had with one fistful.

Ellen wiggled again; though this time it was more from a building desire to touch herself than to escape. Unfortunately, her movements brought him out of his lecherous haze. He stood up abruptly, and she swung around from where she was lodged into the tip of his massive cock. It came to rest on the edge of the berth, and with a rough motion--he was close to the edge-- yanked her out with a growl and proceeded to finish himself off with the giant head aimed right at her.

"Fuck," he rasped. "I'm going to drown you in my fucking come."

She was on her back before him, a tiny smudge of a creature, so overcome by awe and fear and desire that there was nothing else for her to do but touch herself.

"Tell me how much you want it."

His rumbling tenor shook her bones, and his will pressed into her. Two hands down between her thighs. "Come... come all over me," she mewled.

"Again." His hips edged forward, and the head of his cock bumped against her with every furious stroke of his gloved hand.

"Fucking drown me!"

"Again!'

 "I... I... I'm coming..!" she squeaked.

Her body locked up in freezing hot spasms, wave upon wave of bliss passing through her like electric shocks. Distantly she noticed the Eva's fist pumping away at an unimaginable speed, and it wasn't long before he gave a long, hoarse "Ughn! Ugh!", thrusting the end of his cock right up against her as bursts of white-hot surged out over her tiny body, covering her in a thick, milky blanket. His body, too, was wracked with shudders, though they looked more like what an earthquake does to a high-rise building.

By the time he came-to, she was playing in the gallons of semen, rubbing it experimentally in circles around her breasts and licking it off her arms and hands lazily. He rubbed the softening member over her lightly, smearing the fluid around a bit more.

But Unit 01 wasn't one for sticking around after a fuck, she guessed. He pulled himself away, leaving her feeling suddenly alone and exposed, covered in an embarrassing coating of his juices. Her clothes were some 50 feet away at the end of the berth, but there was no way for her to clean herself off. No way for her to get down and back to the rest of headquarters.

The Eva walked over to the other side of the room, hitting a somewhat invisible panel in the wall with his knee. Down from the ceiling came a gigantic shower head for the gigantic super soldier underneath it, and a stream of hot liquid surged down. He rinsed himself off, paying attention to his cock, and stepped out while zipping himself up. He strode across the room toward her and somewhat unexpectedly, he peeled her off the berth, and taking her gooey self up into the palm of his hand, headed back toward the stream.

That water was too powerful for her, though! An instant under one of the jets would have crushed her.

Of course, though, 01 seemed to know this, and without a word he cupped his other hand to gather a pool of water that he then poured carefully over her. The stuff was warm--extremely so!--and was probably water, but she didn't know. In fact, there was a faint chemical smell coming from it, but if it was safe for him, it had to be safe for her, right?

He got to work rubbing off all of his mess, massaging her back, thighs, and hair with his fingers, taking extra care where her bruised rib was. He did her chest too, though paid no special attention to it, treating her breasts as if they were any other part of her body, which she found interesting. Eventually, though, she was for the most part clean, and the Eva transferred her to his other hand to dump out the dirty water he was cupping.

He inspected her for a moment, sniffing her here and there to make sure she was clean, and then went about licking the water from her skin and sucking it off her arms so that she could dry faster.

She was lowered down next to her clothes and allowed to dress. Unit 01 stood and looked on with his hands on his hips, depositing her to the floor when she was done.

"That was... not terrible," Ellen said awkwardly as he stepped out into the hallway. "Thanks."

"You want to make a right here to get back to the decon bay." He disappeared around the corner then, and she could hear his footsteps down the corridor.

What? That was... it? It was almost a mile walk back for her!

Ellen ran after him; a bug scurrying across the floor.

"Hey! Hey!" She caught him as he'd stepped into a lift.

The Eva paused and held the doors. "You remember what happened last time you cavorted with me after hours, kid? It's usually a stupid fuckin' thing to do."

She swallowed, knowing that she was pushing her luck. "It's a long walk back for me. Could you... give me a ride?"

He came over after considering her for a moment, enormous feet stopping just in front of her. Hand lowered to the ground, palm up as he knelt down, and she stepped in, holding onto his middle finger.

"You better be glad I'm not hungry yet," Unit 01 grunted, rising from the floor.

She swallowed, but took the joke for what it was. Or at least hoped that it was a joke.

"You seem like the kind of guy that prefers playing with his food than eating it, though." Bold. That was bold. She felt him chuckle, though.

"Keep trying to get me friendly with you will get you fucking stepped on. Unless you're a sick fuck that's into that, then I will just eat you."

"Asshole."

His hand abruptly closed in around her in a brief moment of being crushed. "Asshole, sir," he reminded.

"Asshole sir," she replied, almost in a good mood now. But he was quick to keep her in check.

"New rule, kid: every time you back-talk you get to scrub my armor clean with a push broom. And yeah, it will take you all night."

Fuck.

"...yes, sir."

"That's more like it."

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[3] 3.0 THIS IS (NOT) OVERTIME
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// SUMMARY: Ellen and her 130' boss begin to find an equilibrium. That is to say... he's struck a balance between getting off on her pain and keeping her out of the hospital.

// ADDITIONAL TAGS: bondage, blood, knife play, breath play, eventual threesome

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Ellen sat on the floor.

Her back was against the wall, one hand in the pocket of her zipped up hoodie, the other holding a styrofoam cup of coffee. She felt restless, and took another nervous sip, letting the strong burn of whiskey go down like hot ice. She coughed just once from the unpleasant sensation, then took another sip, temporarily soothed.

The hot toddy was literally half booze--and cheap stuff, at that, since alcohol was hard to come by these days--but at least there was a little cream in there to help smooth out the flavor.

The room she waited in was monumental. Tall enough to give the cyborgs clearance with their arms in the air, and the footprint large enough for two of them to lay head to foot in either direction. It would have taken her more than a minute to sprint to the other side.

But for now, she was alone, save for a video camera in each corner. The silence was unnerving. She took another drink.

It was about 10 o'clock in the morning, Ellen guessed, and not two hours earlier had the klaxons gone off to signal the materialization of an angel, which Unit 01 was promptly deployed to destroy. It had been months since this last happened-- shortly before her stint as intern was abruptly terminated. At least last time there'd been the camaraderie of her fellow engineers to provide an emotional support system during such a terrifying event.

Now all she had was him. 

And he'd made sure his command that she be here waiting for him when he returned was followed. And though the solitary waiting game was terrible, this was her job, she reminded herself. 

"Think of the money," she muttered. Ah, who the hell was she kidding? She continued, scowling: "And his hands, and his face, and his muscles, and his dick..."

Ellen took another drink from the near-empty cup. The effects of the whisky were already very apparent given her empty stomach, but it was either that, or pick up smoking for just these kinds of occasions. And he'd already forbade her to start as he claimed that it would ‘ruin her taste'.

A red light above her head, spaced human-ceiling height from the floor, went off then. It flashed from behind its metal cage, without a sound, but her pounding heart more than made up for it. Far off in the distance she heard the low rumble of machinery, the distant clamor of metal, and then, the faint tremor of massive footsteps that she was all-too familiar with.

"We beat it," she whispered to herself, a smile spreading on her face. Her hand balled into a victorious fist. "Yes," Ellen hissed.

Alcohol-fueled exhilaration was getting the better of her at this point, though, and she longed to watch him round the corner and join her in this stark white cavern.

But she had to be patient. Decontamination took another 15 minutes, and damage assessment took a few minutes more as the data from his suit was passed into Nerv computers. Automated armor repair would begin right away.

The tremors grew in strength, until the whole room gently shook with each of his footfalls. Ellen looked over to the doorway, and saw his foot as it planted itself on the floor, and in a moment, the rest of him loomed into view. Her breath caught in her throat and heart skipped a beat. His black bodysuit was torn in several places. Blood oozed out of a gash on his chest, and one on his arm. Three fingers on his left glove had been ripped off, revealing bloodied and mud-caked digits underneath. His eyebrow was split open, and as he passed her, she spied a massive bite mark on the back of his leg. 

"Oh my god," she breathed.

A single drop of blood fell from somewhere up above, hitting the floor with immense force where he'd walked, spattering into a million tiny droplets. He tracked dirt, gravel, and small pieces of asphalt behind him as he went to the far end of the room to activate the shower. The door behind him closed in a series of 5 locks.

She watched with apprehension, morbid curiosity, and vague desire as the water cascaded around him, turning a dark, ruddy brown before it hit the floor and flooded into a series of drains at his feet. 

With the water still running, he began to strip, popping the seams along the back of the suit and pulling it down to his waist so that he could wash the wounds. When those were done, he pulled the kevlar garment down to his ankles and kicked it away.

It was all so cold and clinical, but she couldn't help but watch with rapt attention. 

She fidgeted as he checked over each of the ports embedded in his chest and arms, picking out a bit of crud here and there where the metal met skin. The final part of the ritual was for him to open his mouth, swish with the water, and then unceremoniously spit it out. The shower was then shut off. 

He stood there, dripping wet, head down and eyes closed as he ran his hand through his hair and then rubbed at his face.

The eva opened his eyes then and shot her an unreadable look as he turned and switched on the dryers. Vents opened up in the walls about him and blasted him with air, sending little droplets of water flying about. Ellen pulled her hood up about her face and doubled over, suddenly being subjected to hurricane-level winds as he dried off. 

When that was over, he pushed on a panel in the wall, popping it out, and revealing a myriad of devices that she couldn't recognize. He grabbed a roll of what appeared to be medical tape, looped around an industrial-grade cable spool. That panel was pushed back in as he activated another, and out from the wall came a large, padded chair that he sat down in. 

"Come here," he quietly ordered.

Ellen jumped up, downing the last of her drink, and jogged over, pausing to catch her breath near his foot.

He reached down with his massive hand and roughly plucked her from the floor, setting her on his naked thigh near one of the black, shiny plugs embedded in his skin. She tried to avoid looking at his massive penis resting against his leg, balls splayed out on the chair beneath; it was difficult. 

Unit 01 took up the tape, tearing pieces off and carefully placing several over the horrendous wound on his chest. Then his arm. Ellen winced.

"Can I--" she said, then stopped herself. Shit, it was that damn drink! She winced when he stopped and cocked his head at her.

"Can you what?" he rumbled with that low, deep, immense voice of his.

Ellen swallowed. "Can I... can I... help," is all, she finished, voice trailing off as she spoke.

She expected a snort or a burst of mean-spirited laughter, but there was nothing. He just looked at her with those brilliant, terrible eyes of his, and held out the spool of tape to her. The tape, which, now that she could see it better, was a thick fabric with a spongy, sticky coating on the underside, and about 30" wide. She grasped at the edge and gave a hard pull. He let the spool unravel between his thumb and forefinger as she worked. When she'd freed a few feet of it, she looked up at him again, her expression asking where to put it.

His other hand appeared beside her--she could never quite get used to how enormous they were--and she saw now that the eva wanted her to wrap his busted fingers.

If she were sober, this would have been a bizarre scene. Her, feeling suddenly servile, and him feeling generous with his temper. It was a lot of work to wrap each digit, she realized when she was done with the first knuckle. Sure, he was helping by gently lifting his finger every time she needed to pull the dressing underneath and generally maneuvering it about as she needed, but the tape wasn't exactly light and his fingers weren't exactly small. His fingernail was the size of her head, after all. Speaking of...

"Should clean these," Ellen muttered when she was finished with another wrap, scowling at the grime under his nails.

He snorted at that, and Ellen couldn't help but think that maybe she aught to not drink before seeing him again.

"Whatever you say, kid."

She proceeded to finish wrapping the rest of them, satisfied with her handiwork. When she was done, he lifted the spool up to tear off one more sliver of a piece and, reaching up, positioned it over his opened brow.

"What about your leg?"

"It's not deep," he grunted, setting the medical tape aside. 

The eva spread his thighs a little wider and reached for his limp cock, coaxing it to life. It was so sudden, so nonchalant, that Ellen's mouth dropped and she stared at the massive rod in his hands, Something about her was painfully obvious to him because he stopped and considered her, letting it go flaccid again. 

"You look like you want something," he cooed, looking down at her with a smirk. Ellen met his gaze, but the whiskey in her system protested, giving her vertigo instead. 

She shut her eyes tight and bent her head down with a groan. 

"The hell is wrong with you now?" Pinching her between his thumb and forefinger, he brought her to chest-level and opened his palm so that she could sit on it. Suddenly it occurred to her that he might not like that she'd--

"I can smell the alcohol on you," he said quietly, but treacherously. 

"I had some... in my coffee," she meekly explained, staring at his chin. "I was getting nervous with the attack and..."

He frowned. "You are to be sober when you see me," he ordered. "Unless I say otherwise."

"Yes, sir."

"Look me in the eye when you say that, roach."

Ellen lifted her eyes to his face and found his green eyes boring down on her. She shivered. "Yes, sir," she murmured.

He brought her nearer to his nose and took a sniff. "At least you showered this time. Still, I'm disappointed."

Oh god, the d-word.

Unit 01 deposited her onto the rolling hills of his belly while he grabbed the tape again, tearing off two pieces some feet long, and setting it aside once again.

"Take your damn clothes off," he ordered, and she hastily complied. When she was down to her shirt and panties: "Whatever. That's enough."

He pushed her down onto her back with two free fingers, the bandaged ones, and roughly positioned her arms above her head. What..? Something thick and sticky was placed over her hands and forearms. The tape. And a second later, her feet got the same treatment. 

Ellen struggled, but it was obviously in vain. This stuff was meant to stick to his skin and stay there.

"Sit back," he said with a sneer. "Relax."

The worst came to mind-- images of him standing up, or doing jumping jacks while taped to his stomach--and Ellen chewed her lip. She tried craning her neck to see his face to give him a pleading look, but she couldn't. What she had a fantastic view of, however, was his cock. Front and center.

Monstrous hands came up from either side of her into her field of vision to tease himself. It seemed he was already getting excited at the idea of having a captive audience, though, and was hardening. His left hand cupped his balls and the right began stroking himself. She could almost hear the blood rushing to his groin; a waterfall's worth. It fattened under his ministrations, and Ellen was transfixed, watching it slowly right itself before her, a veritable tower of rock-hard flesh. 

"You know you love it," he growled from somewhere high above, vibrating her through the musculature of his abdomen. "You love all fifteen feet of me..." he stroked himself from hilt to tip as he said that, and she watched, absolutely mesmerized. The way the veins zig-zagged their way up his shaft, the way his foreskin shifted under his touch, the way his entire length gently jerked with every word that left his mouth.

She swallowed and said nothing.

Unit 01 started really working himself at that point. Up, down, up, down... 

"I've wanted to do this all morning," he half-breathed, half-groaned. "Yeah..."

A dribble of pre-cum formed at his slit and Ellen made a little noise, straining against her bondage. Blood was rushing between her thighs, throbbing with want. With his thumb, the eva smeared the clear liquid around the deep pink head, pausing for a moment to let her take it in before going back at it.

He kept fisting, adjusting his sitting position. She just couldn't get enough of the cording in his thighs. She felt her panties start to moisten. Nope, couldn't get enough.

"Wanna hear about the battle?" he asked. But it was a rhetorical question. "Let me tell you about the battle."

Unit 01 continued pumping. "You should have seen this ugly motherfucker," he started. "A sin against physics," he chuckled. "It'd already taken out a battleship, some few thousand people, by the time I got topside." The eva stopped to let out a faint rumble. "The R-86 did the most damage this time. I fuckin' love that thing. It's heavy in the hands, but not too heavy. Love the way it looks-- big, menacing, and cold. Once I got through the bitch's AT field, I sunk a few Harbinger rounds into it. There was blood everywhere."

Ellen shivered with those last words. She imagined him out on the surface, destroying entire streets with single footfalls, levelling apartment buildings like crumbling playthings. She imagined him poised in his sharp, sleek armor, demonic helm obscuring his twisted smile, looking every bit the sadistic predator that he was. The tiny human moaned and writhed helplessly against him, heart racing.

"But the core," he went on, voice impossibly huskier than normal. "The core you have to take care of by hand." The evangelion started stroking himself faster now, focusing his movements nearer the tip. "Practically razed some hill while we fought. Took a little while, but eventually I got my hands on its core. Redder than blood, slicker than ice.. I could feel it throb with life under my fingertips. And I felt that life evaporate when I crushed it between my hands. Hot... stinking blood..."

He jacked off now at a frenzied pace, and she could feel his abs tighten underneath her.

"You like that, don't you," he ground out. "You like imagining me fighting... killing..."

She whined loudly, arching her back as much as she could.

"Taking lives into my hands... taking yours too. So small and pathetic." His breaths came in short, powerful bursts, and she could feel the hot air of his frantic exhalations wash over her. "Yeah," he growled. "Yeah, come on. Come on! Fuck!"

The evangelion stiffened under her, his swollen member jerking about, and with every spasm a spurt of hot, white come shot up into the air before careening down around her in huge sticky puddles. His belly rose and fell with each deep breath he took, and beads of sweat formed about her. He pointed his cock, just beginning to soften, toward her then, dragging the head along her tiny body to cover her with the remnants of his seed. He let it rest on her too, rubbing it on her a little as she struggled to lap at any square inch of him. But he pulled himself away before she could get the chance.

"Please," she mewled. "Please touch me..."

The giant hunched over himself so that she could look him in the eye. Her skin was flushed, hypersensitive, and her body was begging for release.

He smiled, but his eyes were hard. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Please, sir..."

"I really do get you so hot and bothered, don't I?" he chided, reaching down to peel her off him. With one swipe from his other hand, the semen was mostly gone. He wiped it off on the wall. When he had two free hands, he peeled her arms from the sticky side of the medical tape, and she yelped as the stuff tore some of the hairs from her arms. Once free, Unit 01 held her in front of his massive face, his injured eyebrow cocked. "Now, I wonder why that is. Care to share?"

Hot, hot breath surrounded her, smelling faintly of blood. Sweat drenched her shirt, and her panties were... well, they were already soaked through. Still drunk on both whisky and arousal, she indulged him.

"You... your strength," she quietly stammered, reaching down to touch herself as his unyielding gaze filled up her entire field of vision. But he pulled her hands away.

"I didn't say you could touch yet. Now go on." He closed his eyes and parted his lips, revealing two rows of glistening teeth and a gigantic tongue. It darted out to lick his upper lip, like an animal smelling a meal, and then passed over each one of her legs.

"Your body," she breathed, closing her eyes tight too as he closed his lips around one of her legs and gave it a gentle suck. "Your hands..." Then the other leg. "Your... your voice..."

"Turn over and spread ‘em, kid," he whispered, and Ellen obeyed, trembling. She felt his fat tongue glide underneath her lower half, taking up her entire pelvic region into his mouth. Now that was something she could arch into. He continued to suck lightly at her, flicking the pointed end of that hot, wet appendage against her inner thighs, and the folds of her cunt. "You are absolutely soaked," he chuckled. "Now, all those things are great, but what's the one thing about me that really keeps you up at night?" He licked her backside again. "I know there's something."

"Your... your size," she quietly admitted.

He kept her close to his mouth, almost as if he were whispering into her ear. "I'm a force of nature, aren't I?"

"Please..."

"Aren't I?"

"Yes, sir."

"And I've just about ruined you for any other kind of fucking, haven't I?"

She swallowed. "Yes you have, sir."

"Good girl," he murmured into her, and proceeded to pick up where he left off. He sucked her panties off, and they disappeared into the chasm of his mouth.

She wrapped her arms around the base of his middle finger and buried her face in the cleft of skin there as he continued with his ministrations. Her entire lower half was in his mouth now, feet bracing against hard and jagged teeth. He made little circles, somehow, around her labia and inner thighs, paying special attention to the area where her tiny little nub was, pert and straining to feel every rough pass of his tongue. 

Whimpers escaped her as he went on, his last two words echoing in her mind as electricity began to build in her hips. She gyrated against him. Grit her teeth. And then, she was pushed over the edge.

Her cries were quiet and contained--she wasn't sure why--but she shuddered and jerked and he was already there to clean up the mess.

"Mmm," he rumbled from deep in his massive chest. Then, without another word, he let her out of his gaping maw, and she slid back into his hand, laying there like a puddle of jelly. 

Ellen caught her breath, pushing herself onto her side and bringing her knees up to her chest as little tremors passed through her like aftershocks.

How easy it was to forget that she was laying in a gigantic hand! The skin of his palm curved and folded like a human's, but it wasn't pillowy-soft. The mounds and valleys barely yielded to her insignificant weight, though at least the flesh wasn't calloused all to hell. Ellen wished for a brief moment that she had some talent in palmistry. What might the evangelion's Fate Line say about him?

A cool wind rushed over her, and she quickly recognized it as smelling faintly of blood: his breath. She shivered, folding her arms tight across her chest, and looked over her shoulder at him. The titan smirked. He ran his tongue over his teeth underneath his closed lips, but stopped, and looked as though he was picking out something stuck between them. Unit 01's bandaged hand came up to his mouth and he turned his head to the side, picking it out. His fingers re-emerged: her panties stuck to the end of his index finger.

"Take it these are yours," he grunted, and she watched with surprise and defeat as he gave them a firm flick, landing on the floor half a football field away. Ellen sighed and collapsed back into his hand, her head resting on the base of his middle finger.

"You're one hell of a John, you know that?" she said flatly.

"Just a John, huh?" the eva grunted, standing up. Ellen winced at the sudden ascension. "Funny, I thought you were the one that keeps crawling back to me." He strode toward the door, hitting a panel about 8 stories from the ground, and it flew open, one lock at a time in quick succession. 

"My power, my strength, my size... remember all that? Besides. I'm the one that decides if you even get paid. So really, I'm your boss."

Ellen turned beet red and looked at her feet with a little shudder at those last words. He was right, as usual. Too goddamn right.

"What about your suit?"

"It's fucked. I'll grab another one from storage while you meet Zero."

Zero?

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[3B] 3.5: THIS IS (NOT) OVERTIME
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Zero, as she would shortly discover, was a fellow oversized, narcissistic, ultraviolent supersoldier.

Unit 01 held her near his belly in his cupped, busted hand, leading them down the labyrinthine corridors of Nerv's Geofront. Everything was white, and the doors clearly labelled, but still she had no idea where she was or where she'd come from after a short while.

Soon, though, they came to a door, much like the one they'd existed. Beside it read:

EVANGELION UNIT-00

REC CHAMBER 4A

CAUTION

01 hit a panel beside the door with the side of his fist and it burst open, one lock at a time, and he entered.

Ellen flinched instinctively, and clutched herself. There was no peering around that needed to be done; Zero was the most visible thing in the space. The black of his bodysuit set him at incredible contrast with the rest of the room as he operated a VR helmet from where he stood in the center.

He looked up, the entirety of his face obscured by the tech, as they entered. Ellen swallowed, suddenly getting very nervous at the idea of being in the same room as two giants. And who was Zero? She found herself praying that he wasn't somehow more cruel than 01 already was.

"Well look who it is," he said, voice mechanized by the mask, before taking the thing off and letting it retract back into the ceiling.

"Thought I'd show you the plaything," 01 rumbled from high above. Ellen retreated further into his hand.

"And how is she?" Zero asked. His voice was different, though no less deep and gut-turning than her... her boss'. Ugh why does he have to be my boss, she thought.

He grunted, and she could hear a smirk in there somewhere. "Good enough."

Zero chuckled. "Yeah, well, can only expect so much from something the size of your thumb." He folded his arms across his chest--he was a little leaner than 01--and cocked his head to the side. "So, what? You came in here to just have me fuckin' look at her?"

Oh god. Oh god. I don't like where this is going. Please god that isn't where this is going.

"Fuck no," he scoffed. "Letting you have her while I head to the armory."

"Well no shit," Zero laughed. Ellen remembered that 01 was still stark naked.

He presented her, flattening his palm. She scrambled back, staring up at him in trepidation. Where 01 was bulked up, Zero had lean muscle, and no less able to raze an entire city single-handedly. His complexion was darker-- like cedar, almost, and his short-cropped hair was a brilliant white.

And just when she thought that a pair of eyes couldn't get any more unnerving than 01's, Zero's fiery yellow ones set themselves on her. Her breath quickened and she stared at the lines in 01's palm.

"Have fun for a while," he announced, and Zero reached out to take her. Just as he was about to turn his hand so that she could fall into the strange eva's, she craned her neck upward.

"Don't I get a say in this??" she plead.

He smiled down at her, pausing, for just a moment, before dumping her anyways. "Like hell you do."

She fell three or four feet into the gray gloved hand and it closed around her somewhat as he brought it up to chest-level. Ellen was getting a terrible, terrible, sense of deja vu.

"What can I do with her?" he asked, looking down at her with vague curiosity. Ellen watched as Unit 01 turned to leave.

The naked eva grunted. "Whatever."

"Can I kill her?"

"What the fuck do you think?"

"Alright, alright."

"She better be recognizable when I get back. That's all I want."

Ellen's stomach tied itself up into knots and she trembled in the foreign hand.

Shh-klung

Shh-klung

Shh-klung

Shh-klung

Shh-klung.

The door shut, leaving her and Zero alone.

"Um... hi," she squeaked, avoiding eye-contact.

He laughed. The sound was immense, and she covered her ears. "What's your name?"

"E-Ellen, sir."

"Let's have a little fun, Ellen," he cooed, grinning. "Before your owner gets back."

She shuddered.

Zero walked over to the chair he was sitting in (if it could be called a chair, really), and laid her down on it in a way that could almost be described as gentle. Maybe... maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.

"Lay down on your belly for me, Ellen."

She did as she was told, struggling to get her breath under control. She closed her eyes tight and listened to what he was doing behind her.

"And take that bra off." She did that too, and heard him fetch something from one of the storage units in the wall. She could feel his steps through the chair below her. "Now. You ever see one of these before?"

She was suddenly thrown into shadow as his hand passed overhead. What he set before her eyes then made her fall back into her initial panic... and then some.

"Of course you have," he finished for her. What he held in his hand was none other than a progressive knife. She knew the specifications and dimensions of that most basic weapon down to the inch: it was 21' and 6.5"' in length, to be exact, and weighing in at almost 2 tons. The very last fraction of an inch of the cutting edge was diamond, and when properly maintained, retained the sharpness and precision of a surgical scalpel.

In the hands of an evangelion, it was a formidable weapon. And this was no exception.

"Relax," he murmured. "It hurts more when you don't."

That had the opposite effect it was intended to. Or maybe he wanted it to hurt? Who the fuck knew with these guys?

The giant's sleek knife was lifted away. She flinched when a finger stroked her back along her spine, petting her and gently pressing her into the chair's cushion. Ellen tried her damndest to relax, she really did, but her rigid body would barely yield to her brain's demands.

He kept stroking her for about half a minute; some passes were rougher, some lighter, but each one started at her shoulders and ended at her plump rear. After a short while her skin began to respond with a flush.

Whether he saw or felt this difference in her skin was never something she would figure out, but as soon as she was on fire, he stopped.

"What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered. Her eyes were still closed, and she didn't dare to look at him.

Ellen was thrown into shadow again as his head drew near to her. " Relax ," he repeated with a whisper.

There was a sharp pain in her back, and the small human cried out, gasping for air. In fact, she couldn't help but leap up and turn around to face him, backing up further into the seat of the chair.

"Wh..." She was so startled and scared that it took another moment for words to form. The searing pain had disappeared as quickly as it came, and all that was left was a dull, throbbing ache, leaving her back on fire. Ellen swallowed, clutching herself, and dared to reach back to see what he'd done. Her hand felt warmth and when she brought it to see, her fingers were red.

"What the fuck??" she managed, looking up at him.

His visage betrayed a coldness, though. His yellow eyes rested on her, pupils dilated. And in his hand was the knife; so small would her spot of blood been on such a hulking weapon that she couldn't even spy it.

"Oh come on ," he sighed, rolling his eyes. "That was nothing."

Ellen glanced around, looking for a way to somehow buy time until 01 came back. Then maybe, maybe, she'd be in the clear from this freak of nature.

The chair, she quickly guessed, was about 3 stories from the floor-- far too high to jump. But with adrenaline pumping through her from the injury, Ellen made the decision to do something very stupid before her rational mind could catch up.

Taking off at a sprint, she found herself running at the evangelion, and a second later, she was in the air. Whether it was an automatic response on his part or something resembling concern, his hand darted out to catch her, and she landed hard in the palm of his gloved hand.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" came the deep and enormous voice from high above.

Ellen recovered from the tumble into his hand and righted herself just in time to launch herself off of him again, this time aiming for his right thigh, which was maybe about 9 or 10 feet below. Doable, even for someone like her.

The landing was, again, hard, and her ankle wasn't happy, but she was in the clear now. She darted down his thigh, panting, and leapt off the end of his knee, finding refuge in the machinery underneath the chair.

Breathing short and heavy she peered out behind some kind of large cylindrical mechanism. All that was in her view was him from the waist down. His thighs were possibly the most muscular part of him, rippling under the kevlar suit, and terminating at a fat bulge between them. Zero bent over to see where she'd gone, and there was a mildly bemused look on his face.

"What now?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

She scowled and pursed her lips. "I didn't sign up to be sliced up by a progressive knife!"

"Sign up?" Zero laughed.

His hand headed toward her and with a gasp she headed further into the recesses under the chair. The hulking appendage felt around for her a bit and she squeezed herself further in to avoid it. After a few measly moments of searching, he withdrew his hand, but she knew better than to breathe a sigh of relief so soon.

"Who do you think really runs this shithole?" she heard him boom. Sounds came from overhead someplace, but she had no idea what they were. "You humans?"

Then suddenly she recognized the sound of locks being released, and before she knew it the seat itself was removed from above her. His face looked down at her and a smile spread his lips. There was nowhere to hide now.

"Think again."

Zero's hand blocked out the light and unceremoniously plucked her out of her hole like a bug, held loosely in his gray fist.

He descended to the floor and set her on one of his raised knees. "On your belly again. And don't move this time... Oh-One wouldn't be happy if I accidentally filleted you."

Why, why, why...

But she did as she was told. "Thank you, Ellen," he said.

He proceeded to massage her back again. Little gentle strokes with the pad of a single finger to warm her up. Warm her up, she realized, so he could get more blood.

Before she knew it, there was another searing line of pain drawn across the other shoulder blade, and she couldn't help the cry that escaped her. Neither could she help the tear that ran down her cheek. He drew the tip of that horrible knife across her once, twice, three times more, and the tears fell freely by then.

Zero moved down as he went, and as he drew nearer to the small of her back, the pain factor shot through the roof and she couldn't help but jump and cry even before he began to cut.

"Please, please," she begged. "Not there. Not there... It's too much."

Ellen clutched one of the black plugs protruding from his kneecap, shivering and catching her breath, mind swimming with endorphins.

He poked her there and rubbed it a little, feeling the bones through her skin.

"Fair enough," he grunted, and a second later he drew a neat line of white hot pain across one of her buttcheeks. "That better?"

She winced hard and said nothing.

He chuckled. "That's what I thought."

A few more cuts later and he seemed to pause. Suddenly there was something thin and hard slipping between her legs, spreading thighs apart: the tip of the knife. Ellen sucked in a terrified breath, expecting more, but he withdrew the weapon with a self-satisfied snort.

"It's like juicing a small, delicate fruit," he said in a low, throaty voice behind her. In a moment she was in shadow and his tongue was on her, licking at the wounds in a single swipe. Her entire backside stung terribly.

"Hnn--"

"Those little noises you're making are turning me on. Just thought I'd let you know."

She heard the knife settle on the floor with a heavy boom , and he shifted around her some. Still splayed out on his knee, Zero slipped his finger where the knife had been, prodding at the juncture between her legs. Ellen wanted to freeze up, but her endorphin high just turned her into jelly at the touch. No...

"Wow, would you look at that... I've got a massive hardon. You should help me take care of it."

He grabbed her off of his knee and she watched as he undid the hydraulic clasps holding the cod of his suit, and out sprang his cock, pointing skyward. Ellen's hunch from earlier was right: he was thicker than 01, though possibly a few feet shorter. Not that any of it really mattered at her size. A cock bigger than you was a cock bigger than you.

Zero licked her backside one more time, savoring the taste of her blood on his tongue, before spitting a fat wad of saliva on her and rubbing it around. A second later and she found herself sandwiched between his gloved fingers and the skin of his ten-foot prick, and a second glob of spit oozed down around her. He started pumping.

The sensation of being rubbed up and down against a giant shaft was disorienting. Ellen tried wrapping her arms around his girth, but every time she was pushed up to that sensitive spot just under the head, her arms wound up pinned at her sides again.

"I can feel your tits on me," he chuckled, watching with hungry eyes at his own ministrations.

It was hard to breathe, her back hurt like fucking hell, and she couldn't move as she slid around against his hot skin. For half a second she found herself wondering why in the hell these guys had cocks to begin with, but was torn from her mindless train of thought as she was stopped near the tip of his length and held there.

Ellen saw his gaze intensify and his teeth grit together as his grip around her and himself tightened, tightened, tightened...

"---!"

...until she could no longer take in a full breath.

Panic. Ellen flew into a panic, thrashing around in his unyielding hold on her, even as it continued to tighten ever so slightly. Somewhere off in the distance she heard him groan in pleasure as she fought against the edge of his foreskin, pounding her fists against his purple cockhead.

"Please," she mouthed, but nothing came out. Her vision started to get weird.

But then a voice, one that she never in a million years would have thought she'd be happy to hear, distracted her captor.

"Looks like fun," 01 announced, standing in the doorway, clad in his black and purple, a smirk on his face.

His grip on her loosened completely and she fell back against his fingers, coughing and panting.

"You trying to kill her?" he asked, walking over.

Zero narrowed his yellow eyes at the frail human in his hand. "Eh, just a little."

"Well don't mind me. Hurry up and finish because I'm ready for seconds as it is." Ellen's heart sank.

The black and gray eva stood over them, pulling himself out as Zero positioned her in his fingers again, adding one more helping of saliva to lube her up, and began stroking again. She wanted to get a better look at Unit 01, maybe he'd be able to see the look in her eyes that said "get me the fuck out of here". Up and down the fleshy column she went, and a few strokes in he pressed her head forward at the top to smear her face in his pre-come. She sputtered as her mouth filled with the clear fluid. Ellen turned her head to the side, looking as far off to her left as possible, and did manage to see him; catch a glimpse of his face and shoot him the most miserable look she could. All he did was cock an eyebrow at her and spit into his wanking hand.

"You know what, nah. I got an idea." Zero rose up, Ellen removed from his prick and laying in his open palm. Maybe... maybe whatever it is that he had in mind would be less shitty.

Seemed like 01 saw her back because he snorted: "Wow, you really did a number on the poor kid."

The tiny human realized then that both evas were exactly the same height with almost exactly the same bodily proportions, because her captor positioned himself facing 01, touching the heads of their cocks together. She was set on her back in his palm and held once again to the underside of Zero's thick member; a moment later he'd slid her along to the base of 01's.

"Yeah?"

Unit 01 grunted with satisfaction. "Go."

Zero proceeded to pump away at both cocks, one, and then the other. One, and then the other. One...

01 grabbed the other's hips roughly to keep them both more or less stabilized. And Ellen... well, she was surprised to find herself being able to finally relax a little with a familiar face in the room. (Even though that face was bigger than her Nerv-issued suite.)

After a few moments of being passed from one member to the other, she was letting herself get into the action. And realize exactly what was going on: not one, but two monumental cyborg soldiers, ripped and handsome, were jacking off with her.

At that moment, she started to contribute a little bit of her own lubricant.

Zero was using both hands now, and she caught a glimpse of 01's balls slowly beginning to tighten. Deep rumbles began to emanate from the hulking giants above her and she knew they wouldn't last.

Her boss released his grip on his fellow and stepped back, taking himself into his own hand. Zero, whose hand she was still in, did the same, holding her out so that both of their cocks were pointing at her. They both quickened their pace, and she braced herself.

Zero came first, gritting his teeth together and squeezing his eyes shut as his tremors shook the hand she wound up on all fours in. The ejaculate came in hot, sloppy ribbons, just about covering her on his own, but moments later, 01's turn came. The cording in his neck tightened and his load shot out at her.

"Fuck," he breathed, opening his bright green eyes and looking down at her. "You're a mess."

"Whew," Zero said, running his free hand through his hair. "Here, lemme hose her down, heh."

Ellen watched at first in confusion and then in uncertainty as he reached for his dick again, almost completely flaccid now. Nothing happened for a few seconds, but she could see his stomach muscles tighten. After a moment, hot, clear liquid came out and drenched her.

"Eaugh!" Ellen shielded her face from the torrent of cyborg piss. She heard Unit 01 laughing.

It didn't last long, thank god. And when it was over, she found that it neither smelled or tasted like urine. Not that she knew what urine tasted like. In fact it didn't taste like much of anything... except a distant hint of LCL.

"Shoulda seen the look on your fuckin' face," Zero rumbled.

"Alright. alright, give her up. I fucking fought this morning and you didn't."

He did as he was told. "Wow, thirds? And you thought I was trying to kill her!"

Ellen was aching, her back throbbing, and all-around exhausted. She looked up at 01 and gave him a pleading look. He just arched his busted eyebrow at her and said nothing.

"See you around, fucker." With that 01 headed toward the door.

Shh-klung

Shh-klung

Shh-klung

Shh-klung

Shh-klung.

Zero waved them out. "Get outta here, you bastard."

Unit 01 chuckled.

Ellen was in a daze for the rest of the walk back. So exhausted, in fact, that it didn't even occur to her to ask where they were going when he took a few turns she didn't recognize and wound up on a dark, capsule-like lift. Down, down they went, but she woke up some when they hit water. Or, as the lighting clued her into, LCL.

Despite her first encounter with him here, he rarely called her to this particular space. Ellen wasn't sure why, and hadn't spent too much time thinking about it. Maybe it was a special place for him; it was where he "ate" and sometimes where he "slept". Maybe because trying to have sex here was such a pain in the ass and his movements were heavily restricted.

He sunk down into the pool, dispensing her into the liquid as he got settled. Wincing, she held her breath and ducked under the surface for a few seconds to scrub the slowly drying spunk out of her hair, but was not expecting his hand to come up under and lift her just above the surface.

Ellen looked up at him as he regarded her wordlessly. The fire in his eyes was abated--for now--and he was settling into one of his lazier moods. Truthfully... she really liked those moments.

Sitting in a puddle in the middle of his palm, she went to work, cleaning up. Ah, not good enough, though.

Unit 01 dipped her down into the LCL a little, gathering more of it, and cupping his hand this time so that she was almost sitting in a bath. With his other, he gently rubbed her down with his middle and index fingers--two of the ones she'd bandaged earlier, hidden beneath the purple glove--lingering a little around her breasts. He dipped his hand again to get fresh LCL, rubbing her sides and after a few moments, turning her around to get her back. Which he was... surprisingly gentle with.

He flattened his hand, letting the liquid run off, and pushed her up onto the pads of his middle finger so that she was able to hug it, backside up. The eva began to softly and quietly massage her bloodied back and ass, and for the first time all morning, Ellen felt almost completely at ease.

Yes, it still hurt like a sunnuvagun. Evas must've had some kind of clotting factor in their saliva like humans, which would be the only way she would have stopped bleeding by now. Her face scrunched up in a wince as 01 moved from her ass to her shoulders. There, the wounds nigh burned under his touch, and she sucked in a breath, trying to lose herself in the sensation so she could at least relax about it. Eventually she began to produce endorphins again, nature's painkiller, and she settled into a strange half-sleep; a lump of putty in his hand.

His finger slowly pushed up between her thighs to caress her groin and ass at some point. 5 minutes later? 20? Ellen groaned--not particularly in pleasure--and shifted her hips so that they were sideways, trying to avoid his all-powerful touch.

"Come on," she muttered. "I'm so tired..."

"What, you really thought I was going in for thirds? Dream on, kid."

Oh fuck off.

Unit 01 lifted her up and brought her to his chest. She climbed off and steadied herself as he reached up to switch off the lights. Ka-CHAK. They were both plunged into darkness. He shifted again and Ellen fell back against him, trying to intuit how he was positioned so she could get comfortable.

"Where are your arms?" she asked tentatively, completely unable to see any of him in his dark uniform.

"Folded," he rumbled quietly. "Left on right."

She nodded, which she knew he'd see if his eyes were open. The eva heaved a deep sigh, raising her up by 5 or 6 feet at least, before he settled into slower, and more regular breaths. He was getting ready for a nap. Or... whatever his equivalent was.

Ellen carefully treat downward, soon seeing the massive black shape of his arms. She felt around with her hands and feet, recognizing the fingers of his right hand peeking around the swell of a 15-foot bicep. It was here in this warm, rough crevice that she eventually settled down in. She took one last glance up at where his face would have been, and caught sight of the giant's alien green eyes, glinting ever-so-faintly in the dark, peering down at her. She watched as they disappeared behind unseen eyelids, and she, too, quickly followed.

For a few moments she wondered at the monumental being surrounding her. Today he'd saved them all from certain cataclysm, warded off the apocalypse for a few more months until the next angel was sure to invade. Why'd he do it? Did he fight simply because he was bred--and built--to crave blood and violence, and it didn't really matter that he was saving humanity in the process? Or was he actually capable of some sort of empathy? In all her interactions with him, this was something she was still trying to figure out; whether he had any personally positive feelings toward humans whatsoever, or whether he simply tolerated Nerv (and consequently, her) because it was advantageous for him to do so.

Ellen had once thought that navigating around his sadistic psychopathy would be a nightmare, but it was getting easier all the time. In fact, this was probably the most straightforward relationship she'd ever had with another person. No drama, no lies, no bullshit. Codependence? Maybe. They were straightforward; she never claimed they were healthy. But nothing about Nerv was healthy. It was the most sick place on Earth.

If Third Impact happened tomorrow?

/No other place I'd rather be./

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[4] 4.0: YOU CAN (NOT) QUIT
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// SUMMARY: Ellen is becoming increasingly distant from her fellow humans, and 01 couldn't care less. Later, he brings her along for a ride to the surface where she is forced into catching a glimpse of who and what Evengelion Unit 01 really is.

// ADDITIONAL TAGS: non con, assault, mouthplay/light vore, emotional abuse, psychic abuse, mind control, death threats, insanity, forced orgasm, extreme violence, corpse desecration, unconsciousness

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Sometimes her suite was just too lonely. No; Ellen wasn't above acknowledging that she was starved for human interaction, even though her fellow homo sapiens were often petty, two-faced, and self-important. Six years ago, before the world almost ended the first time, she would have gone to a cafe or library to immerse herself in the undemanding company of strangers. It was her guess that post-impact Chicago - Chicago 3 - didn't have such things anymore.

So the lounge and gym at Nerv often had to suffice.

Ellen had toughened up since she first met Unit 01, and was no longer afraid to show her face around the place. It wasn't that people stopped treating her like a pariah, it was that she just no longer cared. As truly fucked up as it was, at least she could say that she had a friend; most of the sad bastards walking Nerv's halls, even though they filled their social lives with talk and gossip, could barely say that much.

 She'd started working out a month before. It was for a myriad of reasons, none of them particularly good: her spare time was plentiful and boredom reigned; it was addictive; she wanted to better keep up with him. (Even though he had more strength and endurance in a single finger than she could ever hope to have in her whole body.)

 It was after 11 at night that evening - Ellen kept odd hours thanks in no small part to him as well - and the gym was empty aside from her. She had a pair of shitty headphones on and was listening to Anna Karenina on CD, otherwise listening to her own huffing and puffing on the treadmill would drive her nuts after a while.

 Farther on, it was continually the same again and again: the same shaking and rattling, the same snow on the window, the same rapid transitions from steaming heat to cold, and back again to heat, the same passing glimpses of the same figures in the twilight, and the same voices, and Anna began to read and to understand what she read. Annushka was already dozing, the red bag on her lap, clutched by her broad hands, in gloves, of which one was torn. Anna Arkadyevna read and understood, but it was distasteful to her to read, that is, to follow the reflection of other people's lives. She had too great a desire to live herself...

 The audiobook, the thrum of the exercise machine, and the sound of her own footfalls on the plastic as she jogged made it so that she never heard someone enter the room through the door behind her.

 The hero of the novel was already almost reaching his English happiness, a baronetcy and an estate, and Anna was feeling a desire to go with him to the estate, when she suddenly felt that he ought to feel ashamed, and that she was ashamed of the same thing. But what had he to be ashamed of? "What have I to be ashamed of?" she asked herself in injured surprise. She laid down the book and sank against the back of the chair, tightly gripping the paper cutter in both hands. There was nothing.

 So, imagine her surprise when the treadmill next to her was suddenly occupied. Ellen started, almost letting the machine take her down. She grit her teeth at being caught so off-guard, and decided it would be a good time to slow to a walk for a few minutes anyway.

 The young woman long ago learned that avoiding eye contact with everyone at Nerv would make life easier, and this was no exception, even though she could see the newcomer steal glances at her out of the corner of her eye. She swallowed hard and kept her eyes forward, trying her best to ignore the man. She made note of the fact that he'd chosen the spot next to her even though there were three other treadmills he could have used, and a few moments after realizing this, she decided that maybe it was time to head elsewhere.

 "Do you wish to get out?" asked Annushka.

 "Yes, I want a little air. It's very hot in here." And she opened the door. The driving snow and the wind rushed to meet her and struggled with her over the door. But she enjoyed the struggle.

 Ellen stopped the treadmill and slipped off the headphones, putting the CD player into her gym bag and pulling out a small towel. As she wiped down her neck and face, she heard the man dismount his treadmill too.

 "Not even a hello?" he asked, breaking the silence of the gym most spectacularly.

 She started (again), and made eye contact with the man, breaking her own rule. She recognized him.

 Ellen's brows knit together as she looked up at him. "David?"

 "So you haven't forgotten your old life after all," he scoffed, taking a seat next to her on the bench.

 David Pasko, she recalled. Hired on full-time just after she got the internship, he was maybe only a year older than her. He was a software engineer from Oakland back in the day, recruited by Nerv for being one of the few Bay Area programmers the world had left. They needed the frontier spirit of Silicon Valley for the Evangelion project... or that's what bullshit the recruiter had told them, at least.

 "How... how are you?"

 He scooted in a little closer. "Fine, more or less. Better than you, I hear."

 Ah, yes. This was why she avoided the land of the living. "I'm doing fine, thanks," Ellen muttered.

 "Tell me... what's it like?"

 She shot him a look, not liking where this was going. "What's what like?"

 "Being with that thing."

 "It's my job, okay?" she hissed, shoving the towel into the bag and zipping it up. "I clock in, clock out, get paid. Same as you."

 "I don't think so," he replied, cocking an eyebrow. "I've seen the security tapes," he said in a low voice. "We all have."

 Ellen's heart raced and heat rushed to her cheeks. "Fuck you, Pasko. I don't have time for this." She stood up, gathering her things, and made for the door, but David was quick to block her way. He was a pretty big guy; a true brogrammer. A Giants baseball cap threw his eyes into shadow, but that didn't hide the fact that he was sweating. Why? He spent maybe 2 minutes on the machine... oh.

 Oh fuck me.

 "It's pretty fuckin' obvious that you're enjoying yourself," he murmured, taking a step forward and forcing her to take one step back. "Hits all the right buttons for you, doesn't it?"

 "What do you want from me?" It was barely a question; more of a demand. Ellen was staring daggers at him but was momentarily surprised when her back hit a wall.

 He slowly placed his hands on either side of her, blocking her in. "Just thought I'd come and give you something I thought you might miss." He leaned in closer, lips hovering above hers. She shut her eyes. "Gonna pound that pussy of yours raw, slut. He can't do that, can he?"

 David ground his hips into hers, pressing his hard-on into her belly.

 "You know what else he can't do," she whispered, glancing at the stains under his shirt sleeves. "Reek like BO."

 Ellen reached up and tried to shove him away with all her might, but she didn't push hard enough. "You ungrateful little bitch," he snarled, grabbing her by the arm and bringing her close to him again. She struggled with every muscle she knew how to use, but it wasn't long before he'd tackled her to the ground with him on top. "Didn't you know? You can't rape a whore."

 She screamed at the top of her lungs, fighting to free her hands from his. A knee roughly slid up between her thighs, and his other free hand was working on yanking down her exercise pants. "I'm going to fucking kill you," she snapped, fighting to free her hips from his legs as he undid his pants with a shaking hand.

 Just then her pager started to go off. Ellen didn't care to wonder why, but that sound inspired her to start yelling for help. Some tiny bit of her was hoping that maybe he would hear; maybe his massive hand would come crashing through the ceiling, and--

 David's clammy hand covered her mouth. "Shut up!"

 Ellen wasn't having any of that, and for now, she knew she had to save herself. She sunk her teeth into the meat of his hand as hard as she could, and he screamed. Blood ran down her chin and just as she was about to kick him off her he struck first: his uninjured hand sailed across her face so hard that she saw stars.

 At some point the pager had stopped going off.

 Through the blinding pain in her head Ellen continued to fight him, and it seemed he would too, even with a not insignificant chunk of his hand needing to be stitched back together. Pasko roared to life, and his good hand shot out at her neck, squeezing as hard as he could. She kicked at him, lashed out toward his face. She couldn't reach it. Ellen's head began to tingle, and her limbs fell to the floor as her strength left her. Just as it got too hard to keep her eyes open...

 ...the gym's door burst open and three marines ran in, guns drawn. "Get off her! Now!"

 David's hand flew away from her like he'd touched a hot stove, leaving Ellen to take a deep, labored breath and start coughing. Two of the marines ran over to him and hoisted him up, each one with an arm. The third rushed over to her and caught her by the elbow. "Ma'am, are you alright?"

 It was a few seconds before she could grind out an answer.

 "I... think so..." was all she could wheeze.

 "We're getting you to the infirmary."

 "No, no... I want to... take me to wherever Unit 01 is. Please."

 "Ma'am, you need to go to--"

 "No. He's going to be pissed if I don't show up." Ellen swallowed, steadying herself against the marine, still remembering how to breathe. Sure, he was going to be pissed, but truthfully, the last thing she wanted was to get poked and prodded by a nurse who didn't care whether she showed up with a pulse or not.

 She stole a glance at her assailant as they all were all escorted out of the gym.

 "Your 'boss' can't protect you forever, slut," he hissed. "He's gonna get taken out someday, and then you'll have nothing."

 "That's enough, sir."

 The walk to the LCL chamber seemed to take forever. The marine let her hold onto him, but not a word was spoken until they got there. The locks slid open and the faint smell of blood filled her nose-- it was almost a comforting scent anymore. The marine, she noticed, covered his face.

 "Where the hell were you?" His voice echoed like thunder through the space.

 "I... he..." she stammered.

 "You, get out of here," 01 commanded the marine.

 "Yes, sir." He disappeared, shutting the lock behind him.

 Ellen braced herself against a piece of machinery and clutched the side of her head. The giant lifted his hand out of the liquid and set it gently beside her on the causeway. She switched to the side of his palm for stability, but couldn't bring herself to climb in.

 "I asked you a question, kid," he rumbled. There was some kind of knowing in his voice, but she wasn't sure of what sort.

 "I was... I was assaulted, sir."

 Ellen looked up at him and their eyes met, but he said nothing for a few moments.

 "What's his name?"

 She couldn't help but rub her face at this, biting her lip as she pictured his face again. "Pasko," she murmured. "David Pasko. I knew him once upon a time." The titan flattened his palm so that she could climb up onto his fingers instead of up the side of his palm, which was a bit tougher. Ellen stepped on and he lifted her only once she was seated.

 He lifted his other arm, bringing his wrist close to his mouth.

 "Security," he said into it, not taking his eyes off her. "Bring Pasko here. I'd like to have a little chat."

 "No!" she blurted out.

 Ellen heard a distant crackling voice: "Ack...nowledged, sir."

 01 lowered his arm and shot her a dangerous look. "No?"

 She covered her face. "I don't... I don't want him to see me. Not here."

 "That's not your decision to make, now is it?"

 Her heart sunk, and she collapsed into a ball in his hand with a groan. He closed his fingers around her in response, softly enclosing her in the folds of his glove, and bringing his loose fist to rest on his opposite arm as they waited.

 And they didn't have to wait long.

 The two marines from earlier brought him in, leading him over to the causeway. Ellen peered out at him from the gaps between 01's fingers and shuddered. They must have yanked him out of sick bay; he'd managed to get his hand wrapped up.

 "You two can leave. Come back in 15 minutes."

 "But sir--"

 "Leave."

 Unit 01 considered him for a few moments once the three of them were alone; she could hear his long, drawn exhales rushing out of his nose. Ellen squinted down at Pasko from her hiding place in the giant's hand; it was obvious that he was petrified.

 "I heard that you've assaulted my assistant," Unit 01 said at length.

 She heard a noise escape him; something like a broken squeak, or something like that. His body was wound up so tight that she was surprised he didn't explode into ribbons.

 The hulking cyborg sat upright in the pool with a roar of sloshing LCL. Pasko cried out in terror.

 "Did you or didn't you, human?"

 "S-she w-w-was... I..."

 The Eva's eyes narrowed, and he slammed the palm of his free hand down onto the causeway next to him. The metal groaned under the force. "Did you or didn't you?"

 Pasko was a mess now. He was crying, thrown to the floor by the force of his own terror, and shielding his face. "Yes, sir! I d-did, sir!" he blubbered.

 Unit 01 sat back again, having gotten his confession. "Good." His voice was so low that she could feel it vibrate the air around her. "Now I think it's time we taught you a lesson: nobody gets off on rape around here but me."

 Lesson? What lesson?

 The Eva stood up on his knees in the pool, hips aligned with the causeway. Talk about deja vu. He was even wearing his armor this time too, and it was a strangely familiar sight to see him take off his groin-cover and set it aside. He lifted Ellen up to his shoulder, then, speaking as he deposited her beside the brilliant orange panels of his neck: "I don't normally give a shit about justice, but when I do, it looks like this."

 "What are you... what are you going to do to me??" Pasko demanded from 70 feet below.

 Both of 01's hands were now free to undo the clasps at his bulging crotch, letting the length of his gargantuan member spring out next to the hapless programmer.

 "Why, I'm gonna put the fear of god in you, kiddo."

 A slight smile tugged at the corner of Ellen's mouth. She distantly realized that the Ellen of 8 months ago - hell, maybe even the Ellen of yesterday - would have been horrified to watch what was about to take place. But not now.

 The Eva had clearly been straining against the suit since he first knew what he wanted to do with Ellen's assailant. It wasn't every day that he got fresh meat, and it definitely wasn't every day that they deserved whatever he had in mind for them.

 Pasko was cursing to himself, she was sure, and when he tried to get away from the massive cock, 01 growled at him to stay put.

 He made quick work of himself, pumping at the head of his member with one hand and grabbing his balls with the other. Ellen could feel the thick cabling of his neck strain under her feet, could see his chest rising and falling under his chin, hips swaying far below her.

 Just then, he reached out and knocked Pasko to the floor and pinned his legs down. He hit the walkway with a cry, but the Eva barely gave him half a second to recover before he pushed the head of his swollen cock down onto his chest. Ellen watched, with horror, glee, and arousal, as his shaft pulsed and shook; waves of thick, sticky come exploded all over the young man, covering his chest and face, drowning out his shrieks of terror. She could only see the side of his face, but Unit 01's mouth was twisted into a wicked smile, teeth ground together as Pasko flailed under the weight of the Evangelion's cock head.

 He slowly milked himself from base to tip, making sure every last drop - or gallon, in his case - ended up on the young man. "Ain't so fun after all, now is it? You tiny, pathetic animal," he ground out.

 At last Unit 01 lifted himself away, and the young software engineer scrambled to wipe the spunk from his face. He sputtered and gasped for breath.

 But the Eva wasn't done yet. "Get up," he boomed. Pasko slowly, shakily, did as he was told. And before Ellen had any idea of what the giant was planning next, he lifted his hand, and with a flick of his middle finger, sent the man sailing backwards and into the LCL. The young woman stifled a gasp.

 He settled back down into the pool, arms folded across his broad, armored chest.

 "You just broke, like, all of his ribs."

 "Probably," the cyborg grunted.

 She swallowed. "He's going to drown in there."

 He turned his massive head slightly to the side so that he could look at her out of the corner of his eye. "And why do you care all of a sudden?"

 Ellen lowered her gaze down to the three holes on his breastplate below her. "I don't."

 "It's impossible to drown in LCL anyway."

 Right. How could I forget? The stuff was gross and strange because it was so like amniotic fluid.

 "They're going to have to fish him out..."

 "Nah, I will. I can feel the idiot failing around by my knee."

 She cleared her throat and did a little squirming of her own. Was she really getting off on this? On seeing him fuck with other people so casually? Did it just... reinforce her... Fuck it. Like it even mattered anymore.

 "What's it feel like?" Ellen sat down on his shoulder, knees drawn up, very aware of the feeling of his neck rippling under her bottom, feet braced against the swell of his collarbone. He cocked a brow.

 "Feels good," he said, low, quiet, and with that fucked up grin of his.

 A shudder flew down her spine and a pleasant tingle spread between her thighs.

 The door flew open then, and the marines entered. Ellen saw them look around for Pasko, and then their gazes hesitatingly lifted up to the Evangelion.

 "W-where is he, sir?"

 01 reached over them - they ducked and covered their heads - and plunged his hand into the LCL beyond the catwalk to fish out a pretty critically injured Pasko. The purple-gloved titan unceremoniously dropped the man onto the decking, where he proceeded to cough and sputter out all the pink-red liquid that he could, gasping for air and crying out in agonizing pain as he did.

"Might want to get him to sick bay again," Unit 01 lazily recommended while returning his arms to his chest. "I think I'm stronger than I realize," he lilted dangerously.

The marines said nothing as they dragged a moaning Pasko away. The Eva chuckled.

He lifted his hand up to her when they were gone, and she slid into it, her head suddenly remembering that it, too, wasn't doing so well. Unit 01 seemed to notice her change in posture, and brought her up to eye level. He put a finger under her chin, startling her, and her gaze was lifted towards his. Unnerving. It was always unnerving.

She parted her lips to possibly say something, but nothing came out, so she licked them instead, and let out a ragged breath as he seemed to examine her face. It only took a moment for his icy stare to get the better of her, and she closed her eyes. She heard him make a faint sound deep in his chest. He turned her head gently from side to side, then removed his finger.

"He got you good, didn't he?"

 "Shut up," Ellen muttered.

 His enormous face drew nearer, though, and she caught his mouth open just before closing her eyes again. The small, young woman prepared for his tongue, expecting it to glide over her like a hot, heavy blanket of muscle. But instead, all he did was lick her face with the pointed tip. The side that Pasko had hit, actually, and cleaning up the dried blood from where she'd bitten his hand. Tender was the first word that came to mind; not that that meant anything, because if anyone else she ever knew had decided to show tenderness by licking someone else's blood off her face, then she might want them sent to the loony bin. Okay, maybe soothing was a better word. Surely something could be both soothing and deranged at the same time?

 Ellen's eyes were still closed, and to her surprise, she reached up to touch the side of his tongue... almost as if it was the face of a more conventional lover.

 "Don't stop," she whispered.

 She wasn't sure if he could hear such a quiet request, but the god-like behemoth that held her in his cupped hand seemed nigh-omniscient sometimes. He looked like a 13 story human; she saw the plugs in his skin and the slick black plating along his spine, and it was still sometimes difficult to remember that their similarities didn't go much further than appearances. Only a small handful of people knew what faint sounds his superhuman ears could detect.

 Wordlessly, the hardness of his tongue softened, and pressed more fully against her. His tastebuds, each perhaps the size of the very tip of her pinky finger, caught on her exercise top, tugging it upward. Her skin was wet where his tongue had passed. Soft gusts periodically exploded down from his nostrils. Ellen counted them: it took about 20 seconds for the giant to fill his lungs, and a little more than that to expel a single breath. When he was fully relaxed, breathing took him minutes.

 "I don't intend to," he murmured in response.

 Ah, so he could hear a pin drop.

 He drew his tongue back, but for just a second-- in a moment it was on her again, dripping with his hot, thick, saliva. A glob oozed down over her shoulder, soaking through her tank top. And he covered her again. Pushed her down into his hand, slowly, carefully, head resting between the cleft formed where his ring and middle fingers met. The seam, thick, triple-bound, and bonded not with thread but alloy, bothered her ear; but it was only just another reminder of how big he really was. For a moment, Ellen allowed herself to marvel at the feats of engineering that went into making a garment that wouldn't shred at his merest curl of his digit. This glove - this suit - had to contain a body that defied physics, and an appetite for destruction that defied logic.

 His tongue was on her like molten iron. She would have likened it to having a mind of its own, but she knew better; this massive being was in complete control over every inch of his body. She wouldn't have been surprised to find that he was conscious of his every blood cell.

 She made a little noise. The Evangelion closed his eyes, pressing his nose into his fingers just above her head as he continued. She allowed her eyes to close as well, letting go.

 "Take your clothes off," he rumbled against her, lips dragging across her chest and thighs as he spoke.

 Ellen nodded against his lip and reached down to peel off her exercise shorts, taking her underwear with them. The giant deftly reached in between his hand and his face to take the tiny garment away, doing the same after she'd pushed the top up and over her head.

 She let out a breathy moan when that slick muscle slid down her body and forced her thighs apart. Ellen reached out for something to hold on to, and her hands found the curve of his upper lip, dotted with coarse stubble.

 "Mmh..."

 Far off in the distance she heard movement in the LCL, but there was no way for her to see beyond his face and his hand.

 His tongue stroked and undulated against her, pressing, pushing, sliding...

 Ellen spread her legs as far as they would go, and she strained her hips against that throbbing muscle—yes, she could feel that deep, powerful pulse through it—and in no time, she was coming. Quiet and breathy, she convulsed in his hand like a quivering mouse, chest heaving with every breath.

 Ellen laid there, panting and hugging herself.

 "Fuck," she breathed after a moment. She covered her face. "I don't want to go back out there."

 His arching brow was almost audible.

 "I'm done with people," the little woman continued. "Fuck em. Let them all get blown the fuck away in the next impact."

 "And where would you go, then?" His voice was a low thunder.

 "I don't know."

 "I think you do."

 She sucked in a breath and screwed up her face.

 "Spit it out, kid."

 "I wish I could just stay here with you, alright?!" Ellen shouted from behind her hands. "Just disappear into the LCL and never be seen again."

 Ellen opened both eyes and peered up at him when she felt the hand she laid in descend. His eyes were cool; lazy, almost. But the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth betrayed the fact that he was enjoying this candid moment more than not.

 "Not while you've got a job to do," was his rumbling reply as he continued to lower her down to the surface of the pool.

 Splosh. Ellen was gently dumped into the LCL before him. Treading water, she looked at the mountain of a man before her, the sweeping, dangerous lines of his armor rising up out of the lake of amniotic fluid like coiling snakes. The splashes of neon along his thick forearms and neck were not unlike a reptilian warning: Be careful, I'm deadly. No poison there, though; just fists.

 He shifted; she could feel the eddies deep under her as his thighs lifted and settled, hear the sound of his hands bracing against the floor of the pool, the sight of his belly obscure her entire field of vision. Something came up to greet her nearby, though; she could feel it push her away as it rose through the LCL. The pillar of flesh rose up above the surface, the bulbous head at eye-level with her.

 It glistened under the harsh light, bobbing back and forth a little. She had to work just to stay within arm's reach of it. After a moment of peering sheepishly at the Eva's giant cock head, Ellen lurched forward and grabbed hold of the hot skin and held on.

 He let out a long sigh above her. She looked up, met his gaze for a moment, and looked away; he said nothing. Just sat there, breathing, staring at her with his arms folded across that great chest of his. What, no games? No demands? Well... a demand, yes.

 The tiny woman gathered the courage to bring herself closer, so that her chest and belly pressed against the underside of his shaft, legs wrapping around it to the best of their ability. Using the lip of his foreskin she hoisted herself up further and, swallowing, began to explore under the fold of skin there.

 He was hot. Literally. She began to sweat just from being in contact with the sensitive organ for more than a few seconds. It throbbed under her with every slow, powerful, heartbeat, and it was almost as if she could hear the blood rushing through the member's veins.

 Ellen paused when he began to move again-- but he was just moving his arms above and behind his head. LCL rained down on her as he raised them up.

 "Keep going," he grunted before closing his eyes.

 So she did.

 Ellen continued to explore this most sensitive of body parts; stroking, rubbing her breasts against him, petting. It was almost addictive, touching so massive a being in so tiny a spot and not only have him feel it, but respond. Oh god... the way his dick jerked up towards him whenever she felt around his frenulum. The way his breath faintly hitched when she kneaded it in her palm!

 If having a dick in her meant that she couldn't have this, whatever this even was, then she didn't want it. The kind of sex that Pasko represented... it was laughable. Empty. Two evenly matched bodies mindlessly undulating against each other, blindly grasping at some kind of mutual stupification.

 Tab A into Slot B.

 Gross.

 A deep rumbling sigh dragged her out of her thoughts, and Ellen looked up just in time to watch his lips and teeth slightly part. He made another sound, long and low.

 What was he thinking about? Maybe he was topside, buried balls-deep in the 6th floor of an apartment building, fucking it literally to pieces, his ears filled with the horrified screams of whoever was unlucky enough to still be inside. And maybe, with one especially powerful thrust, he sends the building toppling to the ground around his massive cock-- covered with a fine layer of white drywall dust.

 Or maybe she's in that building. Maybe it's her building. Maybe he somehow finds her suite, smaller than a shoebox and just as drab, and pushes in through the balcony doors. Maybe he says something about her not being able to hide from him forever and then fills the air with a cacophonous, terrifying laugh. Maybe his limousine of a shaft is just long enough to push her up against the back wall of her studio before he begins to slide out and plunge back in...

 Now she was really on fire.

 Ellen found herself slowly, minutely gyrating against his length, trying to press as much of her cunt against him as she could manage. Even if she couldn't get off on that alone, at least then she could feel the enormity of him.

 "You should know better than that," came the Eva's husky voice from high above her. Ellen froze and lowered herself further into the LCL as if to... hide?? He had just a single green eye open, heavy lidded. He scrutinized her lazily.

 "Y-yes sir," she whimpered, trembling from being denied her climax.

 Ellen hoisted herself back up onto him and continued her work. She palmed at that sensitive spot under the head that got her such an exquisite reaction from him before, and wasn't disappointed this time either.

 "Mmmh..."

 Without taking her hand off his frenulum, she lowered her head down to the swollen purple slit before her and started tracing around it with her tongue.

 "Yeah," he breathed.

 She stuck all four of her fingers down into his cock and gave them a wiggle as she continued to lick and kiss around the edges. The tiny human was rewarded with a sudden jerk and she could feel the shaft under her swell just that much more. Hot, thick precum oozed up and out of the hole, covering her arm and dribbling down her neck. She picked up speed.

 In no time at all Ellen could hear the giant's breath hasten, and she was expecting him to take over the final moments before he blew his load as he usually did... but that didn't happen.

 Squeezing, rubbing, and licking as fast as her little body could move, she wound up bringing him to orgasm all by herself, and the only warning she got was a loud, breathy groan.

 But this was his second climax in less than an hour. His cock jerked and throbbed—fuck she could FEEL the waves of semen getting pumped up his member!--and out sputtered a gush of sticky come. There wasn't as much of it as usual, but still several gallons' worth. Most of it landed in the LCL, lingering in gooey swirls of white in the body of watery red.

 01 went flaccid almost immediately, his flesh disappearing down into the pool, leaving her to tread again. After a moment of calm relaxation, he ran a gloved hand through his hair then reached down to put himself away. The massive cyborg reached for her then, and brought her to his chest, not breaking eye contact.

 "You come when I say you can come," he said.

 "Yes, sir."

 He nodded at her just the tiniest bit. "Now you can come."

 Heat rose to Ellen's cheeks as she laid herself down in his palm again, back against the fabric of his glove. God, she was halfway there just from hearing those words.

 But he stopped her. "Do it like you were doing before." The corners of his mouth twisted up and he lowered his voice. "Do it how you do it at home when you think about me."

 Blood continued to rush to her belly and she chewed her lip, looking around at his hand. The Evangelion likely sensed her trepidation and held out the finger of his other hand, which she grasped with her tiny hands as she turned over to her side, legs straddling the single digit. Ellen began to move.

 The movements were slow and small as she quietly humped his finger, clutching it tightly to her, burying her face in the folds of his knuckle. But it wasn't long before she started to quicken her pace.

 "That's it..." she heard him rumble from above her; there was a dark sort of encouragement in his voice. "I want to see your tiny little orgasm... show me what you look like when you're alone..."

 The human, so small in his gigantic hands, felt the heat pool in her belly. She let his words fill her entire existence, hanging onto his every powerful breath... and before long, she came.

 Ellen held on even tighter, squeezing with her trembling thighs as her cunt pulsed against the side of his finger. She went rigid against him.

 "Hn-- hah-- hh--"

 Little cries, little breaths, little creature.

 "Atta girl." It came out like a dangerous sigh.

 He withdrew his finger, and as she saw out of the corner of her bleary eyes, he sucked on the spot where she'd been.

 Ellen was exhausted and felt herself slipping into twilight, but not before he raised the bulk of his hand up to his shoulder, to deposit her in her usual spot. She was trembling jelly on him--exhausted--as she settled down for a rough night.

 "You'll go to sick bay in the morning," was his cool command.

 The tiny human nodded against him, gingerly touching her swollen face.

"And you'll eat something."

 "Yes, sir."

 Care? Not really--just a reminder that she had an obligation to her body. And her body had an obligation to him. And yet, so strangely comforting. He was still technically looking out for her after all, even though his motives were not altruistic.

 Altruism was overrated anyways.

 "Thank you," she whispered when the lights went out.

 He just chuckled. "Watch it, kid. The day you get too comfortable is the day I lose interest."

 Previously, she would have trembled at those words. But not anymore. Her fear and awe were what was keeping her alive--and that, at least, she had in spades.
 
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[4B] 4.5: YOU CAN (NOT) QUIT
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She'd been prepared for a rough night sleeping on him, but what she wasn't prepared for were the klaxons that went off in the dead of night.

Ellen started awake, the situation taking a moment to register. Red lights flashed along the walls of the vast bath, and the floodlights along the ceiling flared to life automatically. The Evangelion under/around/above her barely stirred, but she could see that his eyes were open, and harder than she'd ever seen them. Something in the massive being changed, and she was suddenly terrified.

"You wanted to stay with me?" he thundered, a huge and wicked grin spreading across his face as he began to stand up in the LCL. Ellen clung to the grain in his under-armor for dear life and struggled to not look down. "Well kid, here's your fucking chance."

The human was crushed against his shoulder as they shot up on a lift, which took them to the scramble decks above.

Ellen had never been present to watch an Eva get suited up and sent topside, and now she was suddenly in the thick of it, even as she struggled to shed the lingering fog of sleep and attempting to cover her naked body. When the door to the lift opened, a bright white room opened up before her. Calling it a "room" was probably an understatement, though. Football fields long, 40 stories high, and already crawling with personnel, the Eva stepped over to an impossibly huge collection of machinery directly off to his left, where he was clamped in. Ellen had to get out of the way of one of the hulking things as it secured itself to a mooring on his shoulder with a heavy whir and hiss of hydraulics. Massive robot arms came out like spider legs to check the integrity of his armor plating, and sparks rained down from his towering body from a dozen concurring spot welds.

"Get me a plug," he barked with tremendous volume, sending her to her hands and knees on him. Her ears rang.

A voice replied to the command via PA system, and Ellen felt dozens of eyes on her.

"A... a plug, number one? You haven't--"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

The engineers scurrying around on the machine he was hooked up to paused for a moment before getting back to work.

"...a-acknowledged," the voice said. "Securing plug A7 from storage bay 9. Inbound..."

01 released himself from the machine with a series of booms, hisses, and deep, resounding clacks, stepping into the middle of the bay and reaching up to the back of his neck. Curious and deeply troubled, Ellen watched as the plating between his shoulders unfolded, and out shot a long, black tube, which he removed and dropped to the floor with a cacophonous crash. Yells and shouts rose up from men in HAZMAT suits running around his feet as the thing, some 5 feet in diameter and 15 feet long, hit the floor .

"Plug primed and ready for entry," came another voice on the loudspeaker.

Unit 01 ignored everyone and turned to where a new capsule-shaped tube, this time white, emerged from a conveyor system in the wall. This was that exact moment that Ellen had wished she'd never had met him. He plucked her off his shoulder with one hand, and held the plug with the other.

By some unseen signal, a hatch on the side appeared and hissed open, and she looked from it to him, shaking in his grasp.

"You're going to hate this," he said, grinning, and proceeded to shove her inside.

Ellen screamed bloody murder and struggled futilely against his massive fingers as they pushed her deep inside the dark recesses of the compartment. When the hatch closed behind her, leaving her in pitch blackness, she started banging on the inside of the door.

No, no, no, no... this can't be happening.

"Let me out!" she screamed. "Please let me out! I don't want to be in here!"

If LCL was an acquired smell, then this was downright gross. It reeked of old blood with the faint musk of bodily fluids, and it was all she could do to cover her nose and breathe through her mouth when she suddenly started being tossed around inside as the plug was being handled. She could hear faint and muffled sounds; but no voice, not even his, was discernible anymore.

There was some kind of large device in the middle of the plug, but she couldn't tell what it was by feel, other than that the surface was vaguely greasy.

It was only a few moments in between being forced inside and hearing mechanical sounds surrounding her; whirring, clanging, and after a rough jerk, the thing came to rest. And only another moment after that when a console on the device lit up, faintly illuminating the claustrophobic space.

The inside of the plug looked dingy, and, assuming that the story of 01's last pilot were true, then it hadn't been used in a while. Being only an intern, Ellen was never told anything about the mechanism of piloting, even when she was still led to believe that the Evas weren't autonomous and intelligent. She just assumed that it was a closely guarded Nerv secret that had something to do with the spinal column. So now that he was willfully switching out his own plugs, there was nothing she could come up with to explain how he was able to do it. Or how he was able to keep Nerv from trying to hack into whatever part of him was computer-driven, or at least the dummy plug that he apparently always had in him anyways, to regain their lost control.

In him.

Wait.

"I'm..."

Suddenly she was aware of LCL pouring into the space... and breathable air retreating. Saturating first her feet, then her calves, then her thighs...

Ellen's pulse quickened and she scrambled to get away from the rising liquid, running on autopilot and terrified of drowning. When the stuff was up to her chest she couldn't help but start thrashing around, clawing at the inside of the plug like a coffin that she'd been buried alive in, breaths coming out short and ragged, interspersed with frantic moaning...

And then the air was gone.

She was holding that lungful of air, quaking with horror, unable to let out her last breath, even though she knew somewhere inside of her panicked head that the amniotic fluid was completely respirable. The small human was frozen, suspended in the liquid, somehow quite sure that she was going to die, when a deep, rumbling voice filled her ears.

"Breathe, kid."

And just like that she opened her mouth, bubbles escaping her, and without a single conscious thought, inhaled.

She thrashed once more as the thick fluid poured down her windpipe and into her lungs, filling her chest with an aching sensation. But that was all. This wasn't the end.

"Now sit down so we can get this show on the road."

Nodding wordlessly, she floated over to the device and console, now seeing that it was the old pilot's seat. And when she did, the visual displays flickered to life around her.

All around her.

And not just that, but she was inundated with bizarre, disorienting sensations: of standing; of being armored; of being huge.

What the -?

Before her was the wall of the lift as the two of them sped towards the surface, girders passing them at a hundred miles an hour. And a few seconds later, they were topside. The ruins of old Chicago sprang down to meet them as they jettisoned upwards, and she saw his hands, gloved, armored, and one quickly lifted up to toggle a visual display inside of his helmet. Her panoramic view was partly shunted, and in its place were complex HUDs that covered half her--and his--field of vision.

A distant human voice sounded in her ears, distorted by a wireless radio connection. "Arms arriving in 3, 2, 1--"

A white, massive monolith shot out from the ground beside them, from another lift mechanism. 01 turned his attention toward it, and the front face of the structure slid away in a series of metal ribbons to reveal a locker of guns and progressive knives.

He reached for two knives, stashing one away in each towering shoulder pylon, before quickly grabbing what she somehow knew to be his favorite weapon. A shiver passed through her when he took it, and she could feel the thing as if she were holding it with her own two hands.

Distantly she heard more voices from Nerv HQ sound in his helmet, briefing him about the Angel as he quickly and powerfully strode among the empty, ruined streets of the city. To say he acknowledged the intel brusquely would be... an understatement.

"Welcome to my world," he said, startling her. Where was his voice coming from? Part of it had to be an electronic voice connection, but when she pieced together her likely location in his body--just behind whatever it is he had for a heart--then half of what she was hearing was the vibration of his larynx as he spoke.

Another shiver cascaded through her despite the stifling heat of the LCL, the temperature of which seemed to hover around... 98 degrees.

"Smart kid," he said, still on the prowl. "That's exactly where you are."

Ellen froze.

"That's the thing about being in a bubble of electrostatically-charged amniotic fluid tucked away in a cyborg's spinal column. There's gonna be some neural bleed-over."

She could feel him smile. She could feel why: his merciless sense of humor, his ego, his love of nothing that this world had to offer aside from inciting fear and violence. Ellen could feel the pleasure he got from lording over her.

And it was beginning to create a feedback loop.

She felt a tingling in each of their loins, and he laughed.

Ellen tried to ignore it, but it soon became apparent that this, this right here, was why he liked to see her after returning from a mission. She swallowed, shivering--a veritable speck of sentience lodged deep within the hot recesses of his chest, under slabs of muscle and girders of bone... or whatever it is that he had for a skeletal structure.

Nestled safe and sound between cords of nerves and electrical conduits.

She was in him. She was him. He'd devoured her whole, and it wasn't her body that was being digested, it was her mind.

Ellen could do nothing but watch in horror as he did the very thing that he was bred and built to do--watch and feel his all-encompassing power and lust.

Up ahead, through the wreckage of what was once Chicago's financial district, Ellen spotted a massive shape through the clutter of his helmet's HUDS (which were too complex for her to even begin to decipher). What she recoiled from, his aggression pushed them toward, and she could feel the rippling of the muscle in his thighs, the crumbling pavement under his incomprehensible weight. Underneath the beastly helm he set his jaw and narrowed his eyes.

"Israfel," he growled deep in his chest, vibrating the LCL around her.

There were more voices then, human voices crackling into his helmet from the Nerv geofront far below them, and from what she could catch they were attempting to suggest a strategy.

But 01--as usual, she guessed--was barely listening. Taking advice from his old masters was always a last resort. And even then, she could sense that the Eva was not in any way averse to dying either by saving the world or in trying to destroy it himself. An image from his side of the neural synch flickered in her mind for a split second: a razed Nerv headquarters; facilities drenched in the blood of their tiny occupants; a strange figure of his size, legless and faceless, hooked up to a machine, and torn limb from limb; his AT fields chipped away by a battery of missiles before finally, and like a candle flame, he's snuffed out by the white heat of a thermonuclear explosion.

Even the image of his own death, and the sheer scale of destruction such a thing would require, was enough to send his hot blood surging to all the right places.

"This... this is fucked up," Ellen mouthed; with her windpipe flooded, she had no voice.

But she didn't need one for him to hear her echoing in his own head. "You think?" came the deep, rumbling, laughing reply.

You're insane.

"Sanity don't get the job done, kid."

Entire skyscrapers--or their blackened, rusted husks, at least--swam past them like aisles at the supermarket as they drew closer to the being before them.

The angel called Israfel was huge. Twice as big as 01, and it had never occurred to her that a living creature could get much bigger. She wondered for a fraction of a second if the Eva was intimidated by the thing's size, but the thought was put to rest as soon as she'd thunk it: the tiny, captive human was suddenly inundated with feelings of gleeful, violent rage.

And, more than anything in the world, Ellen found herself wanting to tear the angel to pieces with her bear hands.

"Patience," he cooed dangerously, lifting the gun to his shoulder and firing.

Though it looked like a weapon she could have held in her own (human) hands, the volume of the blast and the power of its recoil were more than anything she could have imagined. Fired underwater, the thing would have triggered a tsunami. She was distantly aware of things flying out the side of it as he continued his barrage, and once she actually turned to look, they shone like brass as they were flung away two blocks over: spent shell casings. Each one as big as a refrigerator.

Up ahead, Israfel stood still, almost lifeless, as 01 attacked, and Ellen noticed a red sheen separating it from the bullets aimed precipitously at its chest. He advanced, still firing, and the feeling of doing so sent another tremor down her spine.

After a few moments, the sheen rippled sharply, turned redder, and then shattered like an electrified windowpane.

Is it...?

"No," the eva growled around her. He paused, watching with the eyes of a devastatingly skilled hunter, surveying his quarry. Just then, Israfel sprang to life, its body wracked with shudders as it tore itself apart. Ellen would have gasped if she had air.

The part of her that was her shook in the LCL, wanting to be back at Nerv, or dead, or anywhere but here. The her that was her wanted to claw at the inside of the plug until her fingers bled. But the her that was him... was restless. Hungry. Hateful. Even if it meant getting torn limb from limb she wanted to fight.

01 was ignoring her; the smear of blood and bone and gray matter shoved deep inside of him, slowly going mad under the sheer weight of his mind, was inconsequential compared to the violent puzzle before him.

Israfel had become two beings, and this posed a logistical problem.

When he wasn't thinking at her, his brain was a blur. Ellen could catch wisps of thought here and there, but it was like trying to fill a water bottle from Niagara Falls, and what tiny bits she did manage to recognize stunned her.

There was a lot of math. Physics, probability--was he computing their mass and speed and energy output? She caught him thinking about the massive gun in his hands, but thinking in terms of entire schematics and technical specifications down to the second decimal.

He was only standing there, surveying the situation for about four seconds before raising the gun up again and firing.

He missed.

They were fast now--incomprehensibly fast--and his growl vibrated her bones at having missed his target. What she wasn't expecting, though, was the severity of the sensation of being hit by one of them. A blow delivered to where, on her, a kidney would have been sent a shock of pain through him and her.

A wordless moan escaped her as she opened her mouth and winced, hugging herself at the searing ache that had her doubled over on the console, trying to catch her liquid breath. It had been sudden and terrible and whatever part of her that was him was shrinking in the face of her own native terror.

How did that happen?

If he gets killed, does that mean...?

"Sure does," he ground out through gritted teeth, dodging attacks from both of the angels and carefully avoiding getting trapped between them.

The fighting was fast and it was ugly.

The angels, still huge, still terrifying, wanted the both of them--no; his mind told her that they wanted all life on Earth--deader than dead.

They tried to grab him, tried to rip him apart like hungry wolves, but he was just as fierce.

In a flash a knife appeared in his hand and he slashed at them both. The damage was superficial by their standards, she somehow knew, but blood spurt everywhere. It sprayed all over him, reddening his armor and helmet, and he reached up to wipe the red hot filth from his optical arrays.

A harried human voice came in over the radio: "01 do you need assistance? I repeat, do you need assistance??"

He was hit square in the jaw and sent sailing backwards with a grunt, hitting pavement and stumbling down into an apartment building. Clouds of old dust filled the air and blocks of concrete scattered across his belly like crumbs. But the pair didn't let up.

He rolled out of the way, destroying the rest of the flimsy building. The two of them, in concert, stabbed with fifteen foot claws at the spot where 01 had just been, and the Eva took this opportunity to thrust the knife up and into the thing's chest, aiming for what she knew, through him, to be its core.

It cracked, but nothing came out. He was expecting blood as he yanked the blade free, but as soon as he did, the crack healed itself and the two angels lifted him into the air before tossing him into the highrises a few blocks away.

This hurt too, but not too badly. Steel and rebar groaned in a chorus of a thousand twisted beams under the Evangelion's weight. He didn't even let himself come to a stop before violently finding purchase on the fifth story of one building, yanking himself into a coiled pose as it collapsed under the rending strength of his fingers.

She could hear the rush of his blood around her. Arteries big enough for her to crawl through were pumping god knew what to and from his behemoth lungs, working overtime then. She could hear the rasping whoosh of air all around her, hundreds of cubic feet being sucked in and pressed out every dozen seconds or so--the fastest she'd ever heard him breathe.

She could hear him swallow then, too. A noise that made the hairs on her neck stand on end. It was a long, loud, gushing sound, followed by a sort of deep fluttering of clicks; that's when she realized that the bottom of his throat was right in front of her.

Nerv sounded in their ears again.

"01, do you read? Do you need assistance?? We're getting damage reports, and --"

"If you don't shut the fuck up I will pop you like a fucking blister!" he snarled into the receiver in his helmet. Ellen started, freezing like a startled opossum. Still, he ignored her.

She wanted him to acknowledge her--say something, anything, because she felt like she was getting sucked down again, threatening to disappear. His hands became her hands again; his feet, her feet; his heaving back, her heaving back. She could feel the rebar bent under his harsh grasp like pipe cleaners, and the asphalt like a cracked rug under his massive feet, bunched up behind him and erupting with the dead soil from underneath. Long-since broken glass glittered in the flayed street before them, beaten into dust by his apocalyptic steps.

His HUDs came quickly to life as the two monstrosities approached him, and the giant around her growled deep in his throat.

She sensed his plan: somehow get the both of them within arm's reach at the same time, and crush both of their cores at the same time. It wouldn't be easy, but he didn't want Nerv's help. He could do this by himself, and if he got beaten to a pulp trying? The behemoth didn't give a shit.

He cracked a smile behind the horned helmet, tongue darting out to lick his teeth. She found herself doing the same thing.

His left hand reached up and into it the second knife got released from the left shoulder pylon. He was waiting. Waiting...

Waiting...

Now.

Like a shot he moved between them, arms poised to try and take them both, but they were fast.

01 twisted to face them, ready to pounce, but each of them grabbed a bicep, preparing to throw him again.

But they didn't really know who they were dealing with, did they?

Muscles in Ellen's body tightened in time with his and with a bloodthirsty cry, he wrenched his arms free and tackled them into whatever buildings were still standing. They hit the ground with a wretched thundering, and she couldn't help the smile that crept across her face at the sight of them prone among the rubble.

The Eva repositioned the knives in his hand in half an instant as he raised his arms above his head. He grit his teeth as he brought them down, aiming for their twin cores, but they escaped the blades. Almost. 01 sunk the knives into their arms, pinning them to the ground. There was more blood. Gushing, red and hot, and Ellen watched through his terrible green eyes as they jerked in a silent scream at the pain.

Good. His voice rumbled in her head. Let's see you hurt some more.

Heat bloomed deep in her belly again, and she could feel it mirror in the giant's twitching cock. All fifteen feet of him.

Their free arms lashed out at him in a frenzy, slashing open the forearms of his suit. She grabbed her own arms in pain, but all she was met with was his slowly building hard on. She was hurting inside of him, trapped, feeling everything that he felt (except more) as he did one of the only things that he loved to do: kill.

They decked him in the head again with those claws, making a loud bang against the metal of the helmet, and she could feel the hardware inside hit him in the face. Blood trickled from a split lip. His heart rate surged from 15 BPM to 20.

Hers goes from 90 to 105.

Wrestling with each of their huge, angular arms as they started clawing toward his neck, she could feel a spike of adrenaline--or something like it--enter his bloodstream like diesel gasoline enters a cylinder, ready to ignite.

They settled for slashing open his exposed deltoid muscles. He roared, she cried out into the amniotic fluid, muffled and flat, clutching at her searing shoulders. It hurt. It all hurt. But this time, the pain just made her angry, and her anger went straight to her cunt.

If he could detect this infinitesimally small change in the chemical composition of the LCL-filled plug, then his reaction was automatic: she could feel the heavy mass of his cock lazily push up against the tight armor as he violently restrained the angels again.

His thoughts were a silent blur as they tried to outmaneuver the Evangelion as he stood over them, bent, straining, boiling over with rage and sadistic lust.

But he had them. She knew he had them the instant he knew, and with a wicked grin he was given a split-second of opportunity as he stomped down on each of their free arms with booted feet like shipping containers. Like lightning he ripped the knives from them and raised each above his head.

He didn't stab directly at the cores this time: he stabbed just under them and with a horrible sucking, squishing, heaving, he pried them out. The rich, glassy red orbs rolled off each of their seizing bodies, leaving a trail of blood in their wake, and deep, bloody holes where they were once embedded, spurting with geysers of blood and drenching him.

The sight of their death throes below fattened his cock the rest of the way, and still the adrenaline burned.

He sunk the progressive knives deep into their chests, even as life was quickly leaving them, and he tore them straight down to their groins in a mockery of the precision of an autopsy technician.

"No one razes this city but me," he growled with animalistic hate.

In a terrifying frenzy he started to stab them with all of his might. In mere seconds he'd covered their massive, limp bodies in shredded holes, only dribbling blood now. But it wasn't enough.

01 threw the knives away and started throwing himself at them with his fists. Beating them for what seemed like forever. He punched so hard that he ruptured their armored skin several times, drenching his gloved hands in their hot gore, and this only seemed to spur him on even more.

The sound of his enormous, pounding heart and his rasping, ragged breaths were all that she could hear aside from the sickening thuds of his bare hand tearing into them like slabs of meat.

The angels bodies were quickly becoming unrecognizable.

But the her that was her surfaced again when he tore into the holes where their cores once were, each one in turn, and ripped out was was clearly bowels with a bestial snarl.

Large intestine...

Small intestine...

Is that a fucking liver??

The human in her recoiled wildly, and suddenly she found herself wanting to vomit, wanting to claw her way out again.

He could feel her recede from him again and he paused as he stood on his knees only long enough to laugh at her.

The giant, raging soldier reached down to his codpiece and undid it with eerily deft fingers. In seconds his cock was out and was quickly being covered in blood by his hand fisted around it.

No, no, no, she mouthed. No, this is wrong, so wrong

so so so wrong

Her back hit the rear end of the plug, but she couldn't escape the horrific view. His eyes were her eyes, even when she closed them.

"Awful, isn't it?" he muttered, his voice like a wall of sound around her.

She just cowered in the hot slick of the LCL--his LCL--and tried to desperately ignore the heat in her belly. If she did, that meant that she still had some semblance of humanity. Some semblance of something of herself before the Angels came along. Before the oceans literally ran red. Before the world got so hideously fucked up that these creatures, the Evangelions, were the only heroes capable of saving them.

"Don't forget, you wanted this." He taunted with a thunderous laugh.

He made quick work of himself--the fight had worked him up--and with a deep, full-throated groan, his hips jerked and thighs tightened and he marked them with a sputtering splash of inhuman seed from an angry cockhead.

The sight was incomprehensible to her as he got up and surveyed the massive corpses before them, not bothering to put himself away. All that she could see were shreds of orange, white, and black, covered in masses of red and littered with the torn remnants of their disembowelment. He turned, spying their discarded cores, and stomped on them, creating small rivers of blood in the battered street. Aircraft came screaming by overhead and huge helicopters began to fill the sky. In the distance she could hear their quiet, fearful radio chatter.

01 ignored them all as he headed back in the direction that they came from.

He stopped not too far away, reached down to pick up his favorite gun, and turned only to sink a round into each defaced body. They exploded, covering the buildings around them in chunks of flesh. He threw the gun to the ground with a smile and continued.

Ellen was still pinned up against the back of that horrible thing, breathing short and shallow. She got the distinct feeling that she was never going to leave the plug now; that her last horrible moments would be here, that she would meet the same end at his last pilot from so many years ago.

"That how you want it to end?" his voice shook her from herself. She'd forgotten that in here, he could see everything going on in her tiny little human head.

She wanted to cry, but her body didn't know how to do it while submerged.

They headed down the lift, and she could feel him getting hard again. Images of all the ways that he could murder her filled his consciousness and her abject terror was greeted with a slow, throaty groan.

He's going to kill me this time.

He really is.

As she thought this, it echoed back to her in his mind like two mirrors facing each other, giving a glimpse into infinity. If she was crying, it was impossible to tell. All she knew was that she was making him harder, and while his bloodlust had been partially sated, the rest of him pressed down on her like gathering storm clouds. This was far from over.

The lift hit the bottom of the scramble deck and she could see people gathered on the floor, ready to receive their savior.

"Get out," he spat, and the throngs of personnel froze. He regarded them with thinly veiled disgust for a moment before lifting his foot and sending a tanker truck sailing across the floor, crumpling like a toy as it collided with a far wall. A puddle of god knows what spread out from underneath it.

Cries erupted from them and they began to scatter.

"Every single one of you pathetic humans!" he roared, pounding his fist into the wall beside the armor repair equipment when yellow-vested technicians there didn't go flying down their ladders fast enough for his liking. Someone fell down to the level below, crying out at a broken leg, and he had to be carried away.

His eyes darted over to a window set high in the wall that still had people behind it: the control room. 01 took three steps over to it and shoved his gory fingers inside, sweeping its workers toward the door without a single whit of regard for any of its contents. Sparks went flying as he ruined machines and computer stations, and glass rained down to his feet like shimmering dust.

"Out!"

Soon, the two were alone.

Ellen didn't want to be alone. She would have taken the company of 100 David Paskos right now over this. But that wasn't in the cards. Instead, she was alone with an Evangelion who was still drunk off tearing two beings his size to shreds with his bare hands.

She watched him reach up to that bulging mound of equipment anchored to his back where the plug entry was, and suddenly she found herself scrambling to get to the other end of the plug and away from his end closest to his hand.

No, no, no, no...

She tried to scream when she was ripped from him, the viewscreens and his mind's eye both disappearing from her and replaced with literal static, but all that came out was a moaning gurgle. She couldn't see or hear a thing now, only feel the jostling of what was surely the plug getting ejected from his body.

For about two seconds, she was weightless, and then the plug hit something and she was thrown against the pilot's seat below her, tangling her up in its odd shapes and bruising her already sore body. The floor. He must've dropped the plug to the floor.

There was a creaking then, a groaning, and the sensation of the space being pressurized before half of the thing caved in on itself with a very loud crash. She saw his titan foot recede upward from where it'd come stomping down on that end of the plug. If she'd been over there, his foot would have smashed her like a bug.

Light poured in as LCL poured out of the gaping hole, and Ellen instinctively scrambled out through the jagged debris.

What stopped her short, though, was the need to breathe. With lungs full of liquid her chest was heavy, bloated, and painful. She didn't get very far before collapsing onto all fours and choking out the amniotic fluid, body wracking as it tried to squeeze every last drop from her and taking big, ragged breaths.

Yes, she was sobbing after all.

"Hey kid," came a deep, rumbling voice from overhead, distorted a little by electronics, and a moment later Ellen found herself thrown in a massive shadow.

She didn't want to look. She wanted to keep her stinging, leaking eyes fixed on the ground below her so that whatever it was that was coming would at least be a surprise.

But she looked.

The first thing she noticed was the helmet and its yellow, glowing eyes. The front of it was sculpted into a horrific shape, part human, part demon. It was purple and green once, but now it was covered in a drying layer of stinking red that would have to be sandblasted off.

The second thing she noticed was his huge dick, swollen and twitching and jutting in her direction. It too was smeared in blood, the hole at the end weeping with precum. A glob of it dripped onto the floor in front of her.

"Run."

She did.

She ran with every ounce of strength that she had because she knew her life depended on it this time.

Not even that was enough, though. Her most basic animal desire to live couldn't even stand up to this thing.

His foot came down next to her in a flash of purple and black and yellow. Her fingers touched the ground as she scrambled to strafe clumsily away, a shriek tearing from her still aching windpipe. The sound was lost to the echoing, thunderous boom of his boot hitting the floor, though. The entire scramble deck trembled.

His other foot did the same, so close that the pressure differential it created sucked the breath from her and sent her to the floor. Her arm and side, still smarting from psychosomatic wounds, made her see stars, and ugly sounds escaped her with her every pounding step once she got onto her feet again.

It was really no use, though. His walking speed was 30 miles an hour. Ellen was pushing barely, what, 15?

And yet, stopping wasn't even a choice.

The closest thing for her to find respite in was the massive tower of equipment that dealt with his armor. His right foot smashed down directly in front of her hard enough that it put a hole in the floor. The metal tiles warped and jerked upward around the sole of his boot like it was sinking into crumpled paper. Sparks flew from of the exposed infrastructure underneath and a gas hissed out.

But she had already banked hard to the right, toward the machine, and all of that was behind her. She ducked as she ran, ducked as though that would help.

"There's nowhere to go," he boomed from high above.

Ellen scrambled in among the hard jagged machines, scraping and bruising so easily without clothes on. The possibility of getting crushed if the thing turned on didn't even cross her mind. Getting away from that voice was all that mattered.

"Who do you think is going to come to your rescue?"

She pressed on, forcing her body to fit into places that weren't designed for bodies to go. She fought bundles of hydraulic cables determined to get in her way, and then she was crawling, squeezing. She'd found a deep, dark niche and she was going to lose herself in there because that was the only faint glimmer of hope that separated her from having a tomorrow and being reduced to a smear on the wall.

"It's just you and me, kid."

She was bleeding, crying, and it was as far as she could go. The end of the line.

The view out of her hole was narrow, and for a moment all she could see was the white of the room. But that was quickly replaced by his foot, stepping almost lazily now, and then a hand. He was crouching down.

His other hand quickly blocked out the light as he plunged a middle finger in after her.

She screamed, trying to disappear even further inside, preparing to kick away the digit. But his finger was thicker than she was, and he wasn't able to get close enough to touch.

He chuckled with a gravelly huskiness through the helmet as his finger retreated. She didn't know what to expect next, but she knew better than to think that she'd won. What she did see, though, was the head of his prick, hanging low under its own weight and nearly brushing the floor. 01 didn't need to touch himself to stay hard at a time like this.

Her stomach turned inside out at the groaning of metal again.

Oh god.

Then, there was a sound like a car accident. Equipment shrieked and crashed and hissed. An explosion of sparks rained down, bitter-smelling hydraulic fluid dripped across her leg, stinging in her latticework of scrapes. She covered her face as bolts went flying and cables snapped.

01 had torn part of the goddamn machine out, and its mangled, billion-dollar pieces he tossed aside like nothing.

It was nothing to him. All of it was.

And there he was, crouched high above her, balancing on heels with his fingers sloppily steepled together between his knees. He was so big.

"This is what happens when you engineer a god with nothing to lose, Ellen."

The tiny human froze at the sound of her name on his harsh lips. She'd never heard him say it before. Didn't even know if he knew her name.

"Please!" she found herself screaming, eyes closed and hands on her head. Her voice was going hoarse. "Please don't kill me!"

"And why the fuck not?" he barked, his hand shooting out to finally snatch her up and out of her hidey hole. She was suddenly contained within the confines of his bloodied glove, pressed up against rolling curves of skin and unable to move. He stood up, she could feel, and then she was quickly rearranged in his hand so that only her head peeked out from inside of it, and just barely.

He punched the wall with her still bundled up in his fist. He moved so fast and so hard that the impact made her see spots and tore the air from her lungs.

"No one here would save you from me," he growled, punching again and again, leaving a gaping hole. "You're not worth it."

He reached into the broken control room again with his other hand, curled his fingers around the workstations and raked them out through the wall. Terminals and monitors and concrete and clouds of papers fell to the floor.

"No one and nothing," he continued with a smirk she could only hear. "Is worth getting in my way for."

He spied the broken truck from earlier, raising his leg up and stomping down on it, hard. It flattened and the liquid spilled from it ignited under a ball of black smoke.

Ellen hurt all over. Her tiny dots of blood were mingling with the vast stains along his palms and fingers, and her bruises would soon be turning the color of his armor. Ripe, red fear was slowly fading into trembling despair.

"Just fucking do it then!" she yelled, tears streaming down her face.

He regarded her silently. She could see his other arm moving a little as it hung down, muscles flexing the faintest bit. He was stroking himself.

"Is that what you want?" he rumbled.

She struggled against his grip impotently, but nothing else came out.

The Evangelion chuckled. "That's what I thought."

He walked over to the wall, stepping on the remnants of the plug along the way, and lowered her down to the level of his massive balls.

"Squirm," he ordered, then deposited her into the soft patch of flesh between the top of his balls and the base of his rock-hard cock before crushing her between him and the wall with a thrust of his hips.

She didn't really have a choice. If she didn't squirm, she'd suffocate.

What she didn't expect, though, was to hear the sound of his heartbeat, all the way down here, to feel the jerking of his tightened sack below her, and to feel a rushing of blood down to her own nethers.

Up above he stroked himself against the wall, skyscraper body swaying with a second round of pent-up lust.

"Squirm," he repeated with a vicious snarl.

He's going to kill us all someday.

She squirmed, alright. Cheeks still wet from tears, hair matted from the dried LCL, body beaten red, black, and blue, mind exhausted... she squirmed, and was rewarded with a deep, thrumming groan.

She wrapped her arms around the base of his massive shaft, skin barely pliable to her at his size, and braced her feet in the rough, tight folds of his balls, focusing most of her energy on getting full breaths of air even as that fat, hard ridge down his length threatened to crush her head.

His breath hitched, tightening his abs, which jerked his entire ensemble. More precum oozed down the wall behind her and he made sure to press her into the hot, viscous fluid. It got in her hair and her mouth, and the taste was... good.

She was quickly interrupted by the rough reach of his hand again, though, and she watched in vague horror as he lifted up his jaggedly armored knee and smashed another hole in the wall. At pelvic level. He reached into the hole and ripped out a few bothersome pipes and electrical cables with a grunt before giving it an exploratory thrust with his cock.

01 lifted her up with one hand and reached under the chin of his helm with the other, prying it off as it hissed and clicked, tossing it to the floor with another heart-stopping crash.

She saw his face, though.

His wild, flushed, murderous face, eyes so dilated that they were no longer that hideous green. Lips like ocean swells curled upward in a smile that chilled her to the bone. He was showing jagged teeth and pink-red gums just as an apex predator does when it bares its teeth at dinner. His own blood ran in a rough line down the curve of his hard, stubbled jaw, not quite glistening but not quite dry. One of his flaring nostrils wept blood too.

He looked like a man; deceptively so. But the 130 foot Eva was far from human. He loved nothing, valued nothing, and ultimately desired only one thing: to personally raze Nerv and its every disgusting employee before this was all over.

The images he forced her to see in his mind--the bombs, the blood, the keening rage--it was all still there, behind that face.

He was simply biding his time until the End.

His lips came together in a tight circle and the tiny human found herself suddenly covered in a puddle of spit. It rehydrated the blood stuck to his gloved hand, turning the liquid orange-pink and surrounding her with the sticky-sweet scent of bitter iron that made her gag.

She was roughly pressed up to the base of his prick again, its radiant, pulsing heat stifling her, overwhelming her. The pressure and the smell and the spit and the glove was disorienting. As she struggled against him, she didn't even notice that he'd slipped his cock back into the wall, but she did notice when he started thrusting.

The sensation of such a mass of flesh moving against her quickly became uncomfortable--it was like being dragged along the length of a locomotive. Covered in blood.

Her mind began to swim and ears rang as her body ached and tingled and burned at the friction of his incomprehensible bulk against her. He was moving... moving so quickly, so roughly. It was hard to tell what was doing on. Hard to tell up from down.

Somewhere off in the distance she could hear his panting, his throaty grunts as he worked up a second load. His balls slapped at the wall below her, threatening to put another hole in it.

He thrust faster and faster, into both his fist and the wall. Ellen was lost to her senses, stretched as painfully as a tight pussy wrapped around a coke-can cock. It was hard to see, and impossible to think. Her entire existence was the smell of that blood and the feeling of her soft skin rasping at the underside of his hard length as he pistoned into that hole.

With a roar he ripped himself out and collapsed quickly into a kneel, throwing her to the ground between his knees from six feet up just as he gave one last hissing grunt and emptied his balls all over her. If she could see straight and wasn't sputtering for breath amid the thick blanket of gooey white spunk, she'd have seen his hand shake a few last drops from his flagging length before reaching out to cover her. But she didn't realize what was going on until he'd done it.

His hand pressed her into the floor harshly, and his eyes bored down into her as he watched with unabashed pleasure as she fought against his unfathomable weight, his unspeakable strength. He smeared her in his fluids, pressing harder until her lungs couldn't fill, until it was all she could do to keep herself from choking on his semen. She clawed at his gloved hand, a sob threatening to erupt. Ellen managed to cough: "Please...!"

He watched her flounder a second more before ripping her away and splaying her out on his palm, with the flat of his tongue quickly pressed against her.

She was too weak and too witless to fight it.

Her body betrayed her, too. In spite of everything, it still felt like heaven. Or maybe, because of everything? She found her hips responding by thrusting into his blanket of taste buds, each one tickling her from tail to pubic bone. The titan was unrelenting in his assault as he licked, curling his fingers down onto her because he liked the way she struggled against suffocation.

Little gasping moans escaped her, and her hands grabbed pathetically at the tree-trunk fingers crushing her against his palm when the heat began to build beyond anything she'd experienced before. The moans turned into cries, and the cries into panting shouts, and as her orgasm ripped through her, she was sobbing. She buried her face into the side of his finger as she wept and cried and shook violently against him. It was unbearable. Her body felt like static--the culmination of hours of abuse, fear, pain, and adrenaline, all cresting in a crescendo of terrible, numbing bliss. A mind-shattering memento mori, delivered at the behemoth hands of this... this...

With a soft, wheezing whimper, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell limp against him.

-
He smirked, staring at the tiny human laying prone and unconscious in his hand before lowering to the floor next to his puddles of spunk. He stood up, a little refreshed, and turned to look at her one more time before leaving the room, heading for the rack.

If there had been an onlooker, they might have wondered at that smirk. Was he pleased with himself?

The Evangelion would have been the first to tell them that they were asking the wrong question.

-

Ellen woke up in a hospital bed.

The room was dismal, and sterile, and windowless. There were stitches on her hands and fluids drip-dripping into a line in her arm. What time was it? What day was it?

Not a soul was to be found or a sound to be heard other than the gentle whoosh of central air and the hum of machines.

Blearily she looked around, and found only a single piece of folded paper beside her bed. It was uneven, folded carelessly--or hastily--and when she opened it the note was printed in some serifed type on a plain sheet of paper:

//Whether you are here, or on the other side of the planet, you will have one guarantee in life

I will be the thing that kills you.//

Ellen swallowed, her mouth dry, and shivered. She folded the note back up and put it back where it was.

It was strange to be so plainly told something that she knew, deep down. Strange, really? Not terrifying, not dreadful, just strange?

Looking back on it all, everything that he did to her--there was a predictability to it. No question of whether or not today he might decide to treat her to dinner and a movie instead of make her wish she'd never been born. She was there for him to hurt.

In a way, he did that to everybody at Nerv. His mere existence was enough to make you question your sanity, your morals, your place in the universe. Question the motives of capital-g Gods who were said to be full of love and light and have a plan for mankind. The Evas then, surely, were part of that plan.

The Evas were the price humanity paid for... what?

For everything?

For everything.

It was actually kind of nice, when she thought about it. Kind of vindicating. As soon as he stepped out of whatever giant test tube they grew him in, he was become death, destroyer of worlds.

She was calm, she realized, as she lay there, staring at the closed door in front of her. Was someone going to check on her? Make sure she hadn't flat-lined? Maybe they put her in here and hoped to forget about her, hope that maybe she just wouldn't wake up and they could sweep another one of 01's Babylons under the rug.

Sorry guys, the apocalypse is coming.

We never had control over it.

Ellen got out of bed, pulling the needle out of her arm, and walked out.

She was in the mood for a coffee.

// END