Caught in a War

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ How had the war started? And did that really matter to her? In all intents and purposes, no, it did not. What mattered was that she were in the middle of it, deeply in the middle of it.

This war had begun only a few months ago, and wars had a tendancy to last a very long time. Her Commander, Nevel, told her that if she could infiltrate the enemy line, get close to the General, obtain any data, any information that she could, thru any means possible. Perhaps then they could end this inter-world war before it destroyed half the planet and themselves in the process.

It was a war between the Resistance and the Invaders. The Resistance were the original inhabitants, at least mostly. They fought to keep their homes, their lands, their lives, free of the Rule of the Invaders.

The Invaders, were exactly that. They invaded, they conquered, they enslaved, imprisoned, killed. They had to be stopped. In reality the Resistance outnumbered the Invaders, something that, unfortunately, the Resistance did not know, but the Invaders surely did. But the Invaders were dangerous, cruel, vicious, and despite the difference in numbers, they fought like the war torn Soldiers they were, taking few captives, and killing everything in their path. Everyone, everything.

The Resistance had managed to keep a stronghold in the south. A stronghold that was quickly becoming weaker and weaker as time and attacks went on. The Invaders set up a command center in the Northern City, close to the lands that the Resistance still managed to hold. The General was dispatched there, to form the troops and attack the South.

The Resistance needed information, and to get that, they chose Devin....

Devin was a spy, a soldier. She had joined the Resistance the day that her younger brother, the only family she had left, was killed by the Invaders. He was only 18. She was all of 21. She would do anything to help. What she wanted to do was fight. But females were kept off the front fighting lines. Females needed to be kept safe, they were the hope for the future of the Resistance. That was in most cases. Devin was granted an exception, she was that determined. She was a figther. And fight she did, until she was called forth for the mission...

She would be dropped behind enemy lines. Near the fortress where the Resistance believed the General was. She was to infiltrate, get close to him, get any and all data and information that she could and get out. Her timetable was one month. That was her mission.

Devin was chosen for a variety of reasons, she was good with blades, a silent weapon that she could carry on the mission with her, any kind of gun was out of the question. She was quiet, having always mastered the art of sneaking up on someone, of stealth. And she was beautiful, something that would matter very much to the General of the Invaders.

Devin was 21 years old. She had midnight black hair that fell to her mid back in spectacular curls, and sparkling blue eyes. She was lithe, supple, smart, lethal with blades, preferring those to guns. She would catch the General's eyes that was for sure. And Devin had an almost photographic memory, she would be able to tell them everything she found out, when she returned. That is if she returned. The Resistance was counting on her beauty to get her out of most anything. Her beauty and her brains.

Devin: http://photobucket.com/albums/a360/AmbrosiaCaress/?action=view&current=devin.jpg


(I will continue in the next post)

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This story is closed for PhoenixPrime and myself

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ The drop occurred early in the morning. It was still dark, well almost. The bare beginnings of gray light began to illuminate the sky. The sun would rise, not make an appearance per say, for the clouds shrouded the sky. It was a perfect day for Devin to be dropped into the North, deep in the war, where the Invaders and the Resistance fought in the depths of the woods, valleys, and even the moutains. It was near the headquarters housing the general.

Devin was currently wearing camoflauge, so that she could manuever her way around without being seen. Once she got her bearings, she had a bag with a change of clothes, as well as some money within. She was a smart one. She would find her way and do what needed to be done. At least that was what her Commander and the rest of them hoped.

Unfortunately the drop went badly, The helicopter pilot was inexpierenced, and was not as low as needed. When she jumped, Devin came down badly onto one knee, and to make matters worse, gunshots rang out at the copter, which tried to veer away, only to become tangled in nearby trees... the Copter exploded, Devin diving for cover as the fireball rocked the area.

She manages to remain unscathed, and get to her feet, even tho her knee did not want to support her anymore. At least not at the moment, she using the tree for support. This had gone very very badly, she would have to radio in to inform them of the Copter's demise, but she never had the chance to.

Devin heard them before she saw them, Soldiers, and she could not be sure they were *her* Soldiers. Quickly she hid once more, the underbrush provided some good cover, and stayed completely silent as she watched the men enter the clearing where the Copter's debris littered the ground ~

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ her eyes brightened.. they were *her* Soldiers. The band she was supposed to meet. Devin breathed a sigh of relief, and crawled out from the underbrush.

The Soldiers were equally glad to see her. Many had objected to sending in a woman, into such a dangerous place on such a dangerous mission. But they would support and protect her as best they could.

That night, her first night on the mission, they sat, huddled about the small fire in the cave. Her knee was bandaged. She would still be able to do this, she convinced them. She had too. The loss of the Chopper was just a neccessary hazard.

The 8 Soldiers huddled about her like a band of 8 older brothers. They had already reconned the area. The best way in, was to drive a supply truck. She would drive. The others would hide in the back. All would be dressed as Invaders, but hopefully no one would discover the Soldiers in the back.

Once in, she and 2 of the other Soldiers would set up a place for living. The Soldiers would stay hidden. Only there for her protection. The others will drive out with the Supply truck. All were going in for one reason only, to make sure Devin got set up safely, leave 2 there for her protection and to help get her out when the time came, and get out.

The Leader, Sully, told her that most supplies were delivered in the middle of the night. So it would have to be done tonight, after midnight.

Devin was allowed a couple hours sleep, which she gratefully took.

When the time came, she assembles with the others. The hijacked supply truck is ready, loaded with the fake boxes, concealing the hiding place for the Soldiers. Sully rode in the cab with her, and with a press of the gas pedal, they were off. Praying that this would work. Devin at the wheel.~

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Senior Sgt Metz, Invader Army:

He pressed the "talk" button and replied, "Yes Sir. I will personally take care of it right away Major. Out."

Turning to his squad of soldiers, "The Major said one a Resistance 'copter was just shot down about ten miles from here, but not until after someone had been dropped.
"We're to establish a road block at the intersection leading to the bridge of the river. All vehicles are to be searched in case someone is begin helped or has hidden themself without the driver's knowledge."

"Schmit, you take three-fourths of the men and set up an ambush beside each of the roads.
"I'll take the rest and set up a roadblock."

"Let move it. I don't want to miss the spy by not being set up if they choose our bridge to cross the river."

Thirty minutes later two armored fighting vehicles cover the intersection, there were two ambush sites being set up and manned. Now all they needed to do was to wait for traffic and check everyone's papers detaining any not having the required identification and travel permits.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Devin's eyes widened as they came around a bend in the road, and seeing the armored tanks up ahead. A road block. This was not good, not good at all.

"Sully, please tell me you have the paperwork, right?"

Sully nodded, producing the paperwork from the glove compartment. They had rummaged thru the truck and found all the paperwork from the driver. Except the driver ID, which of course had to be changed to Devin's ID. She was going under an alias of Laura, Laura Browning. For some reason, she felt a chill course thru her, beginning in the depths of her belly and fanning outwards. The chill only seemed to deepen as she got closer.

She scans the men, the soldiers, warily. Devin had heard so much about the cruelty of the Invaders. But it had all been heresay. No captive was ever found alive. All had been found dead. With obvious signs of some kind of torture. That made her shiver just a little. NO woman had come face to face with an INvader.. not a woman Soldier at least. She could not speak for civilians.

Closer the truck rolls, until finally she had to come to a stop before the armored tanks. It was deep into the night. The moon itself had set, casting an even darker shadow over the road, her truck, and the men. ~

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Senior Sgt Metz, Invader Army:

As the only vehicle to come this way in the past two hours approaches, "Cover it with the chain guns just in case and turn on the spot lights. Don't shoot unless I give the command or we're fired on," he orders the men in the vehicles.

To the three soldiers standing in the road with him, "Set your weapons on three round bursts and cover the driver and person in front with him."

Into the microphone next to his mouth and attatched to his radio set for his unit's frequency, "Be alert. Cover the back of the truck. No one will escape if there's anyone in there but, if possible, try to wound. Just don't risk your lives doing it."

As the truck rolls to a stop he slashes his finger across his throat then points at the engine signalling it's to be shut off.

When the driver, a very beautiful woman-which is strange- complies and the engine noise dies, "Both of you step out of the truck. Come to the front and stand in between the headlights with your hands at the back of your necks holding your papers.
"Now!"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"You better hope we get past this. A road block was not something we planned on Sully" she hisses at her partner as the truck rolled to a stop. She saw that cut throat move and quickly cuts the engine, not liking to do that at all either. They had figured on some kind of check point, but armored tanks, and Invaders armed to the hilt, that had not been anticipated.

"Both of you step out of the truck. Come to the front and stand in between the headlights with your hands at the back of your necks holding your papers."
"Now!"

She and Sully climb out of the truck. Her uniform hid most of her curves, but it was obvious she was a woman. There had been talk of hiding that, but that had been scrapped. That deception would have been too hard to pull off.

Devin got that chilling feeling again. Deep in the pit of her belly. She worried for the others. She only had been with them for a few hours, but they were her Soldiers, lives that had volunteered to help her. She was indebted to them just for that.

Stepping around the truck, she does as instructed, hands resting up and around the back of her neck, Sully had all the papers, and she prayed silently that they were convincing enough, that this, big brute of a Soldier was too stupid and tired to look too closely at them ~

"we have all the appropriate papers Sir" Sully says "All we're doing is bringing in supplies."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Senior Sgt Metz:

“Keep them covered, watch the back of the truck,” Metz says to the other three as he approaches the man and woman in front of the truck. As he approaches his eyes wander over the woman’s lush body that’s barely hidden by the uniform she wears.
‘Very strange,’ he thinks to himself, ‘that some officer hasn’t had such a beautiful woman with that incredible body attached to his staff.’
Taking the papers from the man’s hands he says to them both, “Now turn around and place your hands on the truck. Legs spread and stand very still.”
He uses the spotlight to check the papers over, and his thick brows knit when he sees inconsistencies between names on the travel papers and the names on the identity papers.
He draws his sidearm and presses the muzzle against the nape of the woman’s neck as he calls out to the men behind him, “Be very alert. I’ve found inconsistencies.”
To the man and woman he says loud enough to be heard even by the men at the side of the road, “One false move and you’ll both be dead. Remain still and remain silent.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Devin stood stock still, feeling the man's eyes roaming over her form. That feeling deep in her belly had not gone away, as much as she wished it would.

“Now turn around and place your hands on the truck. Legs spread and stand very still.”

As they turned, Devin and Sully glance at each other, she then looking forward. She could see Sully tensing. He was not liking this either.

For a moment it was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Then Devin heard the tell tale sound of a gun being drawn, and worse, she felt that barrel of that gun pressing to the back of her neck. She hisses in her breath, her eyes closing for a moment. She hears Sully's reaction as well, the gulp of his own breath.

"Be very alert. I’ve found inconsistencies.”
To the man and woman he says loud enough to be heard even by the men at the side of the road,
“One false move and you’ll both be dead. Remain still and remain silent.”

Devin cursed silently in her mind. Someone had fucked up with the papers. And it was about to cost them, their lives.

Her thoughts turn to the men hiding in the truck. She knew they could hear what was happening. At least she hoped so, and she hoped they stay quiet. Sully was seething, Devin could see his face turning red out of the corner of her eye. SHe dared not even breath hard, with that gun muzzle pointed at the back of her neck. She began weighing her options. But with so many armed men even if she could get off the kick to the balls of the Soldier behind her, she would be shot dead in an instant.

Sully finally speaks, trying to keep his voice respectful "what inconsistancies are you speaking of Sargent?"

Devin felt that muzzle press harder into her neck, her entire body was tense, but she still managed to stay calm. ~

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Senior Sgt Metz, Invader Army:

The hard steel circle of the pistol's muzzle twisted and dug deeper into and harder in to her neck as he growled, "What part of 'remain still and silent don't you understand?
"Say one more word and I assure you that you'll regret it, and painfully."

The sound of his looking at the paperword with his free hand was the only sound, that is until he made a silent signal behind his back and two sets of footsteps could be heard approaching the trio in front of the truck.

When the two soldiers reached them Metz said quietly to them, "Each of you cover one of them. If they move, if they speak knock them out and if they try to escape shoot them in the ass. That'll break at least a hip and keep them from getting away."

The muzzles of two assault rifles dig into the cleft of two asses assuring that it would be impossible to miss if the trigger was pulled.

Now having two free hands Metz truly looks over the paperword really looking for further discrepencies.

And he finds them. Seals are out of date, an authorizing signature is incorrect - that person had been transferred a week ago and that was all he needed.

Silently sliding a kosh from its sheath on the leg of his uniform Metz shows it to his two men. He points at himself then the woman. Then at the soldier whose rifle muzzle in pressed into her ass and at the man indicating he's to knock him out when Metz strikes. The soldier nods his understanding.

As a distraction he says to the woman who'd been driving, "The unit listed on these order who's to recieve the supplies moved two days ago. How long have you been on the road with them?"

She's just begun to reply when he strikes. The blackjack strikes her at the base of her skull with sufficient force to knock her out without causing serious physical damage. A skill aquired as a civilian police officer before the war began and he changed over to the army.

The soldier with him shifts and swings his rifle as Metz strikes. The stock hit the man who'd been in the cab with her knocking him out.

Using hand signals he has the men drag the two unconscious back toward the armored vehicles as he backs up covering the truck. When they reach safety he calls out, "Anyone in the truck will surrender. If there is any resistance you will be killed without hesitation."

To all of his men, "Get ready. Any problems and shoot."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"What part of 'remain still and silent don't you understand?
"Say one more word and I assure you that you'll regret it, and painfully."

~ Devin had to bite at her lower lip to keep any sound from slipping past as that bastard of a Sargent grinds the muzzle even deeper into the muscle at the base of her neck.

Sully shut up then. He did not want to chance Devin getting the brunt of the Sargent's anger. Right about now Sully was wishing Devin was not with them.

Devin kept her eyes closed, and her body tense but stilled. Minutes felt like hours, as she stood there. The next sensation she felt was the narrow muzzle of a rifle pressed to her backside. This was getting worse by the moment.

The Sargent appeared at her side. She turned her eyes to Him as He spoke, her gaze was cold, calculating, and pretty much told Him that if she had the chance, she would slit His throat right then and there...

"The unit listed on these order who's to recieve the supplies moved two days ago. How long have you been on the road with them?"

" For the past 3 fucking da..................."

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Devin blinked, her eyes slowly opening. She had no idea where she was, just that it was dark, pitch black in fact. She tries to move her head, but the pain is nearly blinding. Coming from where He struck her on the back of the head.

How long had she been out? Minutes? Hours? Days? Where were her men? Sully? The others? The truck?

"Sully?" she whispers, reaching out to try and feel around her. Was he close to her? Was he even alive? "Sully?"

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Devin was at the moment, blissfully unaware of the firefight at the truck. And the carnage that followed. When all was said and done, 3 of her own Soldiers were dead. Sully and the other 4 still alive, but perhaps better off dead. Even now they were in the process of being *questioned*... and unfortunatley for Devin, one of them, Matt, the youngest, had given in to the pain and told the Invader Soldiers that Laura was really Devin, and that she was a spy. That was all the Matt knew. Only Sully and Devin knew what her mission was. And even then, she had no idea *what* information the Resistance was seeking. She had been instructed to gather whatever she found.
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"Sully?" she whispers again as her eyes come into focus, she dealing with the pain at the base of her skull, she hears a very high pitched scream, faint tho, seeming to come from down the hall a ways, Matt's scream.

"Shit, this is not good" she murmers to herself ~

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sgt Metz at the initial interrogation center:

Metz was in charge of the initial interrogations assisted by two of his older and more experienced soldiers.
The young one had just screamed when one of his fingers was broken and now sobbed in agony as he was asked yet again what the spy bitch’s mission was. All he could do was babble that he had no idea, that only she and perhaps Sergeant Sullivan would know that.
Twenty minutes of screaming and pain convinced Metz that he was telling the truth about that and giving them his best information as to where his unit, the 18 Infantry Regiment, was located.
Now it was time to begin to interrogate the two he’d captured before the firefight with the ones in the back of the truck.
“Take this one to a cell and bring in the one captured who was in the front with the spy bitch,” he instructed the two soldiers.
“Yes sergeant,” the senior one said saluting.
Metz left them to their task and went to the holding room where the woman was being held. They’d gone over all of her uniform and boots and removed all of her weapons, a surprising array of them some of which Metz confiscated for his own use, before taking her belt and boot laces.
When, a nightstick from his former profession in his hand, he opened the door he found her sitting on the floor leaning back against the wall rubbing the base of her neck where he struck to knock her out.
“On your feet spy bitch,” Metz barked.
“One of your soldiers told us that you are a spy so there’s no use trying to deny it. Now get up, it’s time for you to answer some questions for me, and you will answer them... one way or another bitch.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Once her head had cleared, Devin took better stock of the situation at hand. First off, she realized pretty quickly that her blades were gone, the ones in her boots, the one strapped to her thigh, even the throwing stars in her belt. In fact, her belt was gone. As were her boots and laces all together. A little paranoid where they?

As her hands patted her own body, checking for anything that maybe, just maybe, they had forgotten, she heard more screaming. The sound make her tremble just a little. She knew it was one of her men, but not which one. This was getting ugly, fast. Devin took a deep breath. She doubted that just because she was female she would be spared the *questions* being asked of the others. At least she was not afraid of pain. Pain, at least moderate pain, was something she could deal with if she had to, and it looked more and more like she would have to.

Crawling to the wall, she felt safer with her back against the wall, she waited, trying to block out the screaming, which finally, mercifully, stopped.

She was rubbing the back of her head when the door was thrown open.. that bastard of a Sargent entering. Enough light spilling in behind Him to let her see the nightstick He was holding in His hand.

“On your feet spy bitch,” Metz barked.
“One of your soldiers told us that you are a spy so there’s no use trying to deny it. Now get up, it’s time for you to answer some questions for me, and you will answer them... one way or another bitch.”

She stared back at Him from the shadows of the wall, slowly getting to her feet.

"I am nothing more than a driver. The Soldier was obviously mistaken" she intoned quietly, her voice steady. She kept the wall at her back, not moving, her hands now at her sides.

She did not like this situation at all. She knew the others should NOT have been told what she was. This was not going to be good at all ~

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sgt. Metz:

“Of course that’s all you are... spy bitch. Now lace your fingers together and put your hands on the back of your neck,” Metz says as he grips the nightstick with both hands ready to block or strike with if it was necessary.
“Then out of the room, turn left and walk down the hall. At the fourth door turn left and go inside and stand in the center of the room,” he tells her as he steps aside know that she can’t bolt with barred doors at each end of the hallway and guards outside of them both.
He stays alert but enjoys how the position of her hands lift what seem to be large and firm breasts under the uniform shirt. He watches her hips as she walks toward him and in the hall her ass as it moves.
‘Very soon I’ll see if my guess about her body was correct,’ he thought to himself as he felt his prick stirring and swelling.
They arrived at the interrogation room before the others arrived with her companion.
Once she was standing in the middle of the room, the chair the boy had been tied in behind her, “Now strip spy. Take off every single thing you’re wearing. I promise that you don’t want me to cut it all off you. I may slip and leave you with lots of cuts if I have to do it for you.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she said no more. It was best to keep quiet, that was for sure. Lacing her fingers at the back of her head, she shoots Him a filthy look before moving past Him and down the hall, following His instructions to the letter. She could feel His eyes on the curve of her ass, and just that gaze made her shiver inside, but she manages to stay steady on the outside.

Entering the room, she swallows slightly. More than likely this was the interrogation room, there was blood, fresh blood, on the floor near a chair. It was obvious that someone had been there not that long ago. Was this where the screaming had been coming from?

She stood in the middle of the room, feeling His eyes staring at her.

“Now strip spy. Take off every single thing you’re wearing. I promise that you don’t want me to cut it all off you. I may slip and leave you with lots of cuts if I have to do it for you.”

She took a deep breath. So He wanted to see her naked. Fucking pervert, she thought to herself. She weighed her options. She really had no options. But then again, she was not about to just strip for the ass...

"no" she says simply.~

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sgt Metz:

Her response of,"No," was the one he'd expected. Those who were selected to spy were tougher than the run of the mill soldiers.

The word as no sooner out of her mouth than he took the long step needed to be close enough that the nightstick in his hand could be rammed into her solar plexis driving the air from her lungs with an explosive "Unnoffff!" She dropped to her knees as she doubled over in pain.

Metz stood over her and struck once, twice across her upper back, then once twice over her kidneys. Her back arched as the agony ripped through her body. This pushed her breasts into prominence.

He swung backhanded driving the length of the nightstick across the underside both her tits and watched her eyes widen and her mouth drop open in a soundless scream.

"Strip spy bitch or I've just begun. If I have to cut it all off, before I start doing it you'll be a mass of agony filled bruises... and then I'll really start on you."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ The pain blasted thru her, as the nightstick struck it's mark, more than once. And He knew just where to hit as well. She ended up at His feet, curled in the fetal postion, trying to protect her mid-section, and her head. Her screams had echoed into the empty room, only to be silenced when the air was forced from her lungs.

"Strip spy bitch or I've just begun. If I have to cut it all off, before I start doing it you'll be a mass of agony filled bruises... and then I'll really start on you."

She bit her lower lip hard enough to bring blood, in order to keep silent. Snapping at Him now would likely get her killed. She lifts to hands and knees, head down, panting. She refuses to stay down like that, she would not give Him the satisfaction. Struggling, wincing in pain, she manages to pull herself to her feet, using the nearby wall for support.

"I am not a spy, only a driver" she manages to whisper as she rips off the buttons on her shirt, letting it fall from her trembling body. She had no choice. This much she knew now. But at least she was back on her feet.

Not looking at Him, she keeps her eyes focused forward, loosening her belt, and pants, they too fall from her body to pool on the floor at her feet. She already had bruises forming on her body. The pain was a deep dull ache that she fought against as she stood there.

It was then she heard a voice... Sully's, from out in the hall, at least she thought it was out in the hall. Either that or it was a room close by. "Sully" she whispers, before casting a hatefilled glance at the Sargent. Reaching behind her, the bra is unfastened and cast aside, baring her heavy round breasts to Him. Lastly, her panties are slid down, she now naked, stripped. She growls low in her throat, hating this, but manages to stay quiet. ~

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sgt Metz:

As she obeyed him and he'd watched her, Metz had also been turning the handle on winch bolted to a wall lowering a cable with a chain attached to it with leather lined steel cuffs afixed to either end of the chain.

His eyes roamed all over her body as she took off the uniform, then her underwear, 'This slut has one spectacular body,' he thought to himself as he felt himself hardening both from what he was looking at and in anticipation of what was going to happen to her.

"Center of the room 'driver'. Lock a wrist in one cuff and stand with your feet next to the chains and cuffs on the floor," he said pointing them out where they was bolted to the concrete floor.

"Now, or I can always use the nightstick to remind you that you obey or suffer until you do."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Devin did not move right away. She heard His words, she heard them just fine. But the thought of restraining herself for His pleasure, that did not sit well with her. Being naked was not sitting well with her for that matter.

She took a deep breath, swallowing hard, and took a step toward the chains He indicated. Canting her head just a bit, she listens for the voices she thought she had heard earlier, outside, or in an ajacent room. She no longer heard anything, at least at the moment, other than the Bastard Sargent in the room with her. She took another step, as if she was going to comply, before turning suddenly and outright charging Him, her breasts swaying as she ran, long dark hair wildly flying out around her.

She hit the Sargent square in the chest with all her strength and body weight, hoping to have caught Him off guard enough to send Him to His back. She did acheive this, both of them coming crashing down on the floor. Devin caught the scream of pain within her, she could NOT show Him that weakness, she just could not.

She was like a clawing animal, reaching for the nightstick while she desperately claws at His eyes and face. If she did not get the upper hand, she'd be in deep shit, that's for sure. ~

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sgt. Metz:

Metz was taken off guard, but his combat honed reflexes saved him from being overwhelmed by her sudden charge. He was knocked off balance and her weight did take them both to the floor, but he was ready before they landed so he didn’t hit his head and he didn’t lose his breath.

As she thrashed and reached for the nightstick and her other hand’s clawed nails reached for his face and eyes, he brought his knee up between her flailing legs as hard as he could.

His hard muscled thigh hit her vulnerable pussy as he twisted his face away so that her nails raked a cheek, but missed his eyes. The hand holding the nightstick stretched beyond her reach then the arm bent so he could smack the back of her head with the unforgiving wood with a *thunk*, although far from as hard as it could have been in another position.

His free hand gripped a big handful of her thick hair and he jerked it as hard as he could to the side yanking her head, and body, in that direction. She screamed in pain from being kneed in the pussy, the whack on the head and her hair begin almost pulled out by the roots when used to pull her off him.

Metz rolled over on top of her and dropped his two hundred plus pounds onto her belly as he straddled her. Each arm was pinned by one of his legs and as he sat on her he used the hand that had been in her hair to slap her.

Forehand and back hand her slapped first her face then one breast and the other moving from face to tits as he slapped her until her eyes glazed and blood trickled from the corners of her mouth.

Panting her moved off the spy bitch and dragged her by her hair to the floor shackles where each ankle was locked in place keeping her feet four feet apart.

Using her hair once more he stood and lifted her to her feet. A thick arm went around her lifting one arm as the other was trapped against her side. With a final sounding *click* the cuff was closed around the wrist.

Moving to stand in front of her he locked her other wrist into the second dangling cuff then moved to the wall and cranked the winch until she was stretched onto the balls of her feet.

Picking up his nightstick again Metz walked around to stand in front of her and glowered at her as he growled, “Just a driver huh?” before swinging the nightstick up so that it hit her now open and unprotected pussy.

Her eyes flew wide open and bulged as the agony from the unyielding wood hitting her clit and cunt’s mouth filled her body and exploded in her head. As her mouth dropped open to silently scream out her anguish, her suffering Metz thrust with the nightstick into her solar plexus driving the air from her lungs, then he walked to the door behind her to admit her confederate and his guards.

“Strip him and secure him in the interrogation chair she’s facing, and make sure his legs are stretched wide apart,” he growled at them still pissed off at himself for his inattentiveness and verbally taking it out on them.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Devin was not stupid enough to think that her little ploy would work, there was no escaping, she had already figured that out. But DAMN it felt good when she hit Him, catching Him off guard, sending Him to the floor.
Unfortunatly what happened after did NOT feel good.

The knee driven into her pussy sent a wave of pain thru her, her scream cut off as the nightstick once more made contact with her head. The rest was almost a blur, He yanking her back and off Him, coming down atop of her. The smacks to her face, her breasts, all of it. A firey blur of pain, she desperately trying to retreat into her mind to get away from it. Away from HIM.

Secured in the chains, she pulled to the balls of her feet, her body completely exposed to Him.

“Just a driver huh?"

She could read in His eyes what was coming and tried to steel herself for it, but the pain explodes deep within her as He strikes with that nightstick, her body arching in the restraints, a vicious scream suddenly silenced when He struck again, driving the breath from her. She left hanging there, head down, shaking violently and gasping for breath. The whole of her form hurt, but she was managing to get a hold of that, or at least trying to...

"Bastard" she spits, under her breath.

She heard the door open, and lifts her head. Now what? Her eyes widen... SULLY... "Oh God... Sully" He did not look good, not at all. He barely looked like himself, in fact he looked almost dead, but when he heard her voice he looked up..."Devin" He moaned. She wanted to reach out to him, and fights the chains, to no avail. "Sully" she whispers. She finally turns to the Sargent...

"Don't please. Look at him. Don't do anymore. Please. Show some sort of humanity in there, PLEASE"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sgt. Metz:

Metz took a pocket notebook from his uniform shirt as he watched and listened to her.

When she begs him to spare Sully further abuse he just smiles at her and says, “A driver named Lillian is now named Devin and her co-driver named Laurence is now named Sully.
“My, my what a tangled web you’ve woven... spy bitch.”

“Now if you really wish to save him any more pain why not just tell me the truth... spy bitch,” he said as he stood behind her and began to stroke and caress the firm curves of her naked ass.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~Devin had not even realized what she said when she said it, the words had just rolled out of her mouth. Her head lowered. She knew better. What the fuck was she thinking.
"Just shut up" she told herself, as her eyes closed, "just shut the fuck up"

“Now if you really wish to save him any more pain why not just tell me the truth... spy bitch,”

Devin felt the Sargent's hands start caressing her bared ass. Hissing in her breath, she manages to stay silent. The touch made her skin crawl, as if thousands of spiders were crawling all over her. Her fingers curled into fists, the nails digging onto her own palms. She looked at Sully, meeting and holding his gaze as the Sargent's hands kept touching, stroking her.

Devin was not stupid. She knew what it meant to be a female and be prisoner. She heard what the Invaders were capable of. She just prayed that maybe she would die before the horrible humiliation of a rape at these Monster's hands. ~

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sgt Metz:

“Noose his balls and the base of his cock. The balls nice and tightly and his prick to keep it hard when it gets that way, and it will,” he instructed the men beside the prisoner bound to the heavy oak chair bolted to the floor, “when you’ve done so attach some weights to the cord to his balls to keep his attention.”

“Yes Senior Sergeant,” they replied and moved to obey. Thin twine was gotten from a wall cabinet. Two pieces were cut off the roll.

A noose was fashioned in one end and one soldier lifted Sully’s semi-erect cock to slide the noose to its base before pulling it tight enough that it sunk into his flesh a bit.

The other soldier slipped his noose over Sully’s scrotum then tightened it by jerking hard as he squeezed his balls at the same time drawing the noose as tight as it would close.

“Aiiiiieeeeeeeee,” Sully screamed as the pain from his abused testicles filled him. He jerked against the straps holding him to the chair, his muscles bulged as his hips moved trying to escape the inescapable pain.

The soldier who had bound his cock had returned to the cabinet and now came back again carrying a tray of weights.

Looking to Metz, “What would you like me to start with Sergeant?”

“We’ll begin with a half-pound to stretch them a bit and go up from there.”

“Yes Sergeant,” the soldier replied with a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he selected the appropriate weight and tied it to the free end of the cord around Sully’s nuts. Then, once attached, he just dropped the weight so it jerked on his scrotum.

“OhhhhAiiiiiiiiNooooo! HURTS! Oh God help me! Hurts sooo much,” Sully screamed and moaned as the weight jerked his balls and then stretched his scrotum as it swung to and fro under the chair’s seat.

Metz’s hand had continued to fondle Devin’s ass as they both watched, him in sadistic appreciation and her in horror.

“We have allll night to interrogate you two spies slut, so do take your time in answering my questions.
“We’ll enjoy ourselves either way, but you two will howl and scream until you don’t think you can any more if you don’t answer or I find you’ve lied to me,” and one thick finger is jammed into her dry pussy from behind as a physical exclamation point to what he’d just said.

She screamed as his ragged nail scraped her delicate insides as it invaded her dry sex causing her more pain. And then he began to pump it in and out as his men, and Sully, watched her jerking and twisting trying to get his finger out of her vagina.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Devin could only watch in horror as Sully screamed in agonized pain. She fought against her chains, but could not help him. A desperate scream rose from her own throat "NOOOOOOOOO STOP.. PLEASE" Her eyes met Sully's. She was the spy, this was her fault, all her fault.

"PLEASE DAMN YOU STOP"

“We have allll night to interrogate you two spies slut, so do take your time in answering my questions.
“We’ll enjoy ourselves either way, but you two will howl and scream until you don’t think you can any more if you don’t answer or I find you’ve lied to me,”

The Sargent jammed His thick finger inside her, she arching in the chains, her eyes going wide, breath hissing in. Her sex was bone dry and she was vice like tight. A deep cramping pain shot thru her when He shoved that finger into her, spidering out over her entire form. The ragged end of His nail scraped over her delicate folds, and she writhes, twisting in her restraints, trying to squirm away, ease the pressure, the pain that shot thru her. A moment later, despite her fear and hatred and loathing and pain, her body reacts to ease that pain, by providing a slight wash of slick fluids, as His finger pumps inside her.

Devin was growling low, staring at Sully, at those pain filled eyes...

"what...... is...... it..... You .... want ...... to .... know" she manages to hiss... her heart was pounding, she fighting the tears, not for her own pain, but for Sully's ~