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Dragged.
Huh?
What just happened?
My head feels like I just got hit with a bomb. I can't tell what's around me clearly. Chair? Why chair?
I feel the dead weight of my body being lifted up, then set down. I am in the chair. My hair is down. Shit, this is really bad.
I am being handled with a delicacy that is unrivaled, almost like handling a dried flower or stained glass.
"How bad did we fuck up?" I asked as my vision began to return to me.
“Incredibly” was all the response that I got. “Take the other two and leave. We’re going to keep her here.”
The clang from the door closing rang throughout the room as my vision finally started to clear. Where the fuck was I? The room was plain, as was the rest of the base. There were corpses, and the smell hadn’t gotten too bad yet. I couldn’t remember being in here-- but isn’t that what happens in battle? It wasn’t as cold as I expected it to be, though it was warm enough for sweat to start to gather under my fatigues. That could be explained by the fight-or-flight response I was feeling at the moment, though.
“Take her, tie her up.”
“Come on,” I started, an awkward laughter leaving my mouth, “Can’t we ask questions civilly before we get to the torture?” My response was cut off my
“With how casual your banter is, we aren’t wasting our time by asking you important questions.” Before I could express my opposition to that statement, the man continued. “Where are you from?”
“Why do you care?”
“I suppose we could just find out later.” The man stood in front of me, presence intimidating. “You have a forced accent though. You can’t be from the West.”
“My family,” I started, “Is from Southern America. Is that good enough for you?”
“Lovely.” He looked around. “You don’t mind the corpses, do you?”
“What’s the point of this? If you’re just going to kill me, do it now instead of talking to me about my family history.” I rolled my neck around, irritated.
“Oh, I’m not going to kill you,” He squatted in front of me, becoming eye-level. I stared straight at him. “I’m going to do far worse.”
“Okay. Go for it,” I shrugged and my lips involuntarily curled into a small smile. Tell-tale signs of anxiety. “Rip my nails out, tear out my hair, pluck my eyes out. Show me what ya got.”
“When I’m done, you’ll have wished that I did those things.” Short, brown hair. Lips smiling almost a bit too hard. Far taller than I am. His fatigues, covered in blood, hugged his body.
He stood up, walking over to a corner of the room. He grabbed one of the corpses and brought it over to me. The smell got worse and I resisted the urge to gag. It was just a corpse, I had seen plenty of those, so why did this one bother me so much? Was it the proximity? Was it that I couldn’t just run away?
He dropped it to the floor next to me. The dead man’s eyes stared up at me.
“He is going to witness everything,” The man said, taking my attention back to him, “And there is nothing you can do about it.”
He grabbed the lengths of my hair and pulled me down to the floor. My body, and the chair, hit the ground with a loud thud. I groaned out in pain and stared at the corpse right in front of my face.
Breathe slowly, in and out. In and out. Don’t vomit everywhere. His blood was a shade of dark red, likely dried, and his corpse was starting to pale. As I stared death in the face, the pressure against my ankles and wrists was relieved.
Before I could make a move to get up, his knee dug into the small of my back roughly. He threw the chair across the room.
“We can either make this really easy,” He spoke as he tied my ankles and wrists together, “Or we can make this really rough. It doesn’t depend on what you want, though.”
My head jerked upward as he got off of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees. He stepped in front of me, still gripping my hair roughly. My head tilted upward. “Is that how it’s going to be?” I asked. “Is this what everything I’ve done has led to?”
“Maybe if you didn’t have such alluring eyes, it wouldn’t have come to this,” He stared down at me as my eyes bore into his. “What are they? Grey?”
“Can’t you tell for yourself?”
“And here I was thinking that you didn’t have any fight in you!” He laughed as he loosened the grip on my hair, my head falling back to its previous position. The warmth of the bulge in his pants was so close to my face-- far too close for comfort. This was where this was going, wasn’t it? Was there nothing I could do about it?
“I would say that this would be really simple, but I don’t enjoy simple.” His hands moved to remove a knife from his fatigues. So sharp, and so alluring. “But don’t think of doing anything-- you’re a fool to think that I’d let you kill yourself now.”
The tip of the blade gilded against my skin as he roughly drove it through my clothing. I tensed my legs and prepared to dart to the side-- anything to escape something like this. When he got to my midsection, I pushed with my right leg and tried to dive into it. He pulled the blade away and jerked me roughly to the ground. I fell into dried blood.
“You filthy whore-- do you think I’d let you do something like that?” My shirt was barely attached to itself at the bottom, my sports bra hung on my right arm. “If you think you’ll gain peace in death, you are sorely wrong. If you succeeded, I still would have pounded your corpse into the ground ceaselessly.”
“At least then I wouldn’t be alive for it,” I spat back. He lifted me off the ground and worked to remove the rest of my top clothing.
“You will sit there, and you will obey. Otherwise, I'll give the go-ahead to kill your friends, and I’ll let you watch.” I stared back at him in silence. “If you even think about biting me, or trying something like that again, you’ll meet a fate far worse than the reprieve death would offer.”
I didn’t say anything. It was one thing to kill myself, to take one for the team and have them suck up the loss. It was another thing entirely to have the possibility of killing my team presented in front of me.
He stooped down and worked to cut the rest of my equipment and clothes off of me. The sweat on my skin gleamed in the light, and the remains of my clothes were tossed to the side. I was suddenly made aware of the breeze in the room.
“So, are you a barracks bunny?”
“No.” I said, simply.
“What a shame, with how much of an amazing body you’ve got.” He stayed down next to me, and reached a hand up toward my breasts. “How do you fight with those? Doesn’t it hurt?”
I rolled my eyes and looked off to the side. Something-- anything to distract myself--
He slapped me and I came crashing to the ground again. “Did anyone there ever teach you manners? You don’t roll your eyes when talked to. Apologize, now.”
He pulled me up roughly, and I tried to outstretch my legs so it didn’t burn as bad. “I’ll apologize when I’m rotting in hell, you bastard.”
He spat on my face and threw me to the ground. I landed on my back roughly, getting the wind knocked out of me. He straddled my lower half, hovering over my pelvis. His arms boxed me in, and I was losing feeling in my limbs.
“You’re fun, you must’ve heard that I like it rough and decided to play along. Isn’t that kind of you?”
His hands moved over and started fondling my breasts roughly. His thumbs rolled over my nipples as he moved my breasts around in circles. His groin started grinding against me roughly as my breathing quickened.
“How can people see you and not take advantage of you?” He asked, moving to slap me again. I glared up at him. “And look! You’re all red, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“If it doesn’t get me killed,” I replied, looking over to the side. The eyes of the corpse drilled themselves into my subconscious.
“Maybe if you’re nice enough I’ll let you out of those ties.” He grabbed my chin and moved my head so I was looking at him again. He sat up and started to remove his clothing. “You don’t get any in the service, do you? We don’t either.”
The lack of stimulation was overwhelming. It didn’t take long for him to discard of both his equipment and his upper clothing. He had a broad chest, seemingly strong. Chest hair, too. It probably would’ve been attractive if I had consented to this at all.
He brought his head down to one of my nipples and started licking. My back arched involuntarily and he laughed. He went back to roughly fondling my other breast with his right hand. His left was tracing my body and traveling downward. It situated itself right on my pubic bone, above my clitoris. “If you’re nice, I’ll move the hand downward.”
What was there to do? I was a part of this already, and what gain would I get out of resisting any more? It was obvious that I wasn’t going to be able to get out of this-- alive or not.
I jerked my hips upward toward his hovering hand, hitting the bulge in his pants as a response.
“See? There we go! Isn’t life so much nicer when we behave?”
He brought his lips to mine and started making out with me. It was rough, tongues slipping out of each other’s mouths as I struggled to crane upward toward him. I groaned into his mouth as he brought his hand downward and started rubbing light circles on my clit. The feeling sent shockwaves through me as I moaned lightly in response, grinding myself against his hand.
“If you let me out of these ties,” I huffed, pulling away from him, “I’ll be the best sex that you’ve ever had.”
“How can I be so sure of that?” He stopped and moved to straddle me again, just out of my reach.
“I’m resigned to my fate, what option do I have other than to try and enjoy it?”
“Good girl, I like that answer.” He grabbed his knife from the floor and made short work of the ties. He put it out of arm’s reach again as I grabbed him and pulled him back down toward the floor, going for his mouth once more. My other hand traveled downward, cupping his ass.
We groaned into each other’s mouths. One of his hands at my clit, and the other on one of my breasts. One of my hands was situated behind his head, pulling him in, while the other remained groping his unclothed ass.
I bucked my hips upward, and became aware of his cock: hanging down, hard, and brushing against my stomach. I groaned as I tried to move my hips upward toward it. I felt as if I would do anything for stimulation at this point.
“Did all the pain and touching make you horny? Wet? Warm?”
“Yes,” I simply replied, too focused on chasing stimulation than anything else.
“Good girl, put your legs up.”
I did as asked instantly, wrapping my legs around his waist and trying to force himself down. “While I’d love to see you staring up at me, I desperately need to be inside this beautiful pussy.”
And with that, he pushed inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his back, clinging onto him as he pounded into me. There was no moment of adjusting, or of slowly picking up speed. He started thrusting into me relentlessly, to the point where it was more painful than pleasurable.
I grunted into his shoulder as he started sucking on my neck. “Can you take a guess as to what I want you to say?” He spoke between hickies.
“Faster,” I groaned, whining, “Harder please.”
“That’s a good girl,” He picked up pace, which had seemed impossible before now. The scent of sex and blood hung in the air, but I couldn’t even care about it anymore. “Who’s my good slut?” He asked, reaching his hands up into my hair and tugging.
“Mmph, I am!” I yelled as he brought a hand down and started circling my clit again. I grinded against him relentlessly, trying to chase a high of my own. “I’m your good slut!”
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long if you keep talking like that,” he said, slowly down only slightly. Was he getting tired?
“Please,” I started, “Please, I need you so badly. Please touch me-- please make me cum.”
“Oh, we’re making demands now, aren’t we?” He suddenly stopped and glared into my eyes. “Beg for it then, slut. I’m not going to give you anything unless you beg for it.”
“Oh, please Sir,” I started, the words falling out of my mouth, “I desperately need your touch, I’m so drunk off of you and I need to finish on your cock. Please, Sir, please give it to me.”
His hand came up to my face, rubbing my cheek briefly before dipping down and starting to rub my clit quickly. “That’s a very good girl,” he said as he began thrusting again, this time a bit lighter. “That’s a very good girl for your superior.”
My hips grinded against his thrusting hopelessly, craving more stimulation than was possible to get. My thrusting, and his, became more erratic as I reached my end. “Can I cum? Please, let me cum.” I begged for him, losing any amount of dignity I may have had when I entered the room.
“Cum for me,” He stated, “I want to feel you clenching and throbbing around my cock as I thrust into you.”
His voice sounded higher, and weaker. He had to be close too.
I allowed myself to go over the edge, gripping onto him tightly as my entire body shuttered. I could feel my clit throbbing as he continued to rub, riding me through my own orgasm. I moaned into his shoulder helplessly as he thrusted harder. “Fuck, that’s so good, I’m close.”
His thrusts started getting harder as I throbbed around him. “You don’t have a choice,” He started, “I’m going to breed you over, and over again.”
“Please, Sir, please breed me.” I moaned out, much to his delight, “I need to carry your children, I need to feel you cum inside of me.” I jerked up toward him in response, my body conveying what I was saying through actions rather than words.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl.” His breathing quickened as he whispered to me. “I’m going to cum inside of my good little whore, over and over again, until we cannot take it anymore.”
I gasped as he thrusted harshly into me, him finishing with a loud moan. He panted as he moved in and out of me as he came, trying to get his semen everywhere he could. He eventually settled for sitting deep inside of me, his cock throbbing as he pulsed out his last bits of cum.
“I’m guessing,” I spoke while panting, “I’m not going home, am I?”
“No, you’re not.” He leaned up and looked down at me with a smile and weak eyes. “And this is only the beginning.”