Dark Passage

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War the scourge of mankind so feared, hated, and yet so eagerly sought by those in power. Oh they where never the ones that sought it. Oh no it was for the greater good, to fight evil, it was the command of Allah, God, or the Buda but never them for they always reluctantly chose it as the course of last choice. The hypocritical speeches on how there where stick rules of engagement that civilian population was not to be harmed if possible.

Marcus Flynn shook his head as the latest broadcast stated the clear and compelling reasons why War was yet again necessary. How many times in his life alone was it four or five times? It really didn’t matter and of course the civilian population would be involved. Who better knew the land, knew who was working for the enemy, who was the enemy in these wars where ever increasingly the uniformed combatants where in the minority. He straightened his tie and studied the reflection in the mirror. The balding fatherly reflection belied his line of work the work of a spider who spun his web retreated out of sight and waited to see what he ensnared what choice little morsels came his way, and what tidbits of in formation they carried. Yes that neatly uniformed reflection with the soft hazel eyes smiling back look forward to what little morsel he would find in his web today.

“Ivan my car.”

The crisp order sent his orderly on his way soon the daily routine would begin . The visit to the checkpoints to see who would be send to HQ for further questioning and who would be let go to resume their interrupted lives.

 

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War.....

War was hell.....

War is hell....

How many times had one uttered those exact words... or penned that exact phrase.

Usually, it came from the lips, or the pen, of someone who was not involved in the meat of the war, in the blood of the war, in the guts of the war. Usually the person uttering... writing.... thinking those words were not being tortured as a Prisoner of War... or dying in the midst of a battlefield, wounds bleeding, pain ripping, breath slowing, knowing that loved ones would never be seen again, wondering just why they were lying there...

And usually those words were not whispered from the lips of a pretty female.

A young... pretty female....

Yet those words indeed did some slipping from her lips... Those words filled her mind, her dreams, her nightmares.

Sarial was an exquisite woman, that was the only way to describe her. A true flower, a butterfly, a melody, amidst the horrors of the most current war. With crystal blue eyes and a mane of pure midnight black, she was nothing short of stunning...

Yet... as already stated... by her own lips... war... is hell...

Her hell had only just started....

Arms up over her head, bound tightly to a hook, deeply embedded in the wall... her legs, spread shoulder width apart and each tightly chained to corresponding hooks... It was obvious that this building, what was once perhaps nothing more than a simple suburban home, was now something so much more sinister than that... There were several prisoners on this particular day, altho the others were men. Sarial was the only female, and it was obvious that the Soldiers that had managed to capture her were more than enchanted by the stunning, ebon haired beauty.

Tears ran down her cheeks, slowly... frustrated... and terrified tears... No manner of training prepared one for capture... she wore barely anything at this point.. most of her clothing having been ripped away by those Soldiers... eager to touch... fondle... grope... most were eager to fuck her... but that was off limits until after the Spider, as He was called, had arrived. After all, it was His web she had been entangled in... The captive men tried to stop what they thought was going to happen to the girl...of course that didn't work, and it only got them beaten... It was that... those horrible beatings she was witnessing, that brought the most tears to her eyes. These were young men, not much older than her own 19 years... boys... boys she knew... boys she had gone to school with...

"stop it... STOP IT" she screamed again, just as the fist of one of the enemy Soldiers connected with the captive man's gut across from her.. Surprisingly enough, he did stop. But it had nothing to do with her... The sound of a car was what had stopped the Soldier...

"He's here" came the call...

 

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"He's here" came the call... Then the slow measured tread of a man in no particular hurry. Each footfall seemed to ring with doom, the creak of the stairs as they bore his weight the fear in the Guard’s eyes their bravado suddenly fled. They seemed to shrink form him as if his mere touch held death.

Marcus Flynn stepped into the halo of light that washed over Sarial bound form. What she saw to all outward appearances was a very ordinary looking man in his late fifties. He was well build as would be expected of a soldier and an officer. There was nothing truly remarkable about him. Under other circumstances, it might even be hard to remember in a crowd. Yet that very quality of being highly forgettable is what had made Marcus Flynn a very successful and very dangerous agent.

Marcus studied the young woman before him. A smile bowed his lips woman, she was barely that more a girl who should be going off to university rather than hanging in chains. Arms up over her head, bound tightly to a hook,... her legs, spread shoulder width apart and each tightly chained to corresponding hooks... Bound and spread-eagled her skirt hanging in shreds around her trim waist, and her blouse ripped open. Yes the squad had done well, placed the prisoner in a position where she could not hope to retain any self-respect, her comrades suffering because of her. Yes, the squad had set the scene well.

“Remove them I shall start with the girl!"

Each of her male companions was taken out yelling and struggling their oath and curses impatiently screamed to leave her alone.

“I see by your papers your name is Sarial.”

Marcus’s caressed her flawless cheek with the back of his hand. A wicked smile curved his lips as he let his hand turn slowly , a single finger traced the sensual line of the raven-haired beauty’s throat. It followed the tattered edge of her blouse. Lazily Flynn drew back that tattered edge to reveal the firm curve of her youthful breast, he smiled at the lacey virginal white bra..

“Shall we see if your panties match Sarial?”

He had yet to ask her a question instead for the moment apparently content t just torment her.

 

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“Remove them I shall start with the girl!"

Each of her male companions was taken out yelling and struggling their oath and curses impatiently screamed to leave her alone.


“I see by your papers your name is Sarial.”

The caress of the back of His hand sent chills racing thru her body.. she tried to turn away from His touch, her jaw set so hard that she was grinding her teeth.. She did not answer Him, she didn't have to.. For a moment, just a brief moment, she thought to simply tell Him everything, why she had been sent.. what she had been sent to do.. and have it all over with... because surely after He heard what she had to say, He would slit her throat and watch as her life's blood drained away...

but no...

Sarial stayed silent... as His finger now trailed slowly downwards.. descending along her throat, tracing the flutter of the blouse that now hung in bare tatters upon her body.. she let her eyes focus on the floor... She was prepared... she told herself... prepared to be raped... that had been part of her training.. part of her conditioning... to be prepared, even tho she was never... touched... a virgin would be much more desireable to the Spider, it had been thought... Unfortunately, her conditioning had prepared her to hopefully survive her ordeal and flourish, to infiltrate and learn... her conditioning had nothing to do with fighting or self defense.. she was as innocent as the next non-military person in that respect...

She was to get caught, infiltrate, learn, and betray... that was it..

The ever so slightly cooler air touched the the swell of her breast, her bra still in place, amazingly.. Sarial moaned low at the sensation..

“Shall we see if your panties match Sarial?”

She lifted her eyes at that.. the skirt that hung low upon her hips was nearly ripped to shreds... the slightest flash of panties could be seen..

He was taunting her...

"What... what's going to happen to them?" she asked, meaning the others that had been captured with her, that had been dragged away.. the guys... the guys that she knew.. this was an unexpected turn in what was happening, and what would happen to her..

 

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Major Marcus Flynn watched each little reaction of the young girl as she hung in her chains. The way she held her breath when he had turned back the scrap of blouse that had covered her breast. The low moan and the way she demurely lowered eyes met his when the cool air caressed her feverous skin.

"What... what's going to happen to them?"

Her soft blue eyes brimming with concern, her heart hammering against her chest her pulse wildly fluttering just below the silken skin of her neck. All this and so much more he saw with out apparently looking at all. His hand brushed aside the tattered remains of Sarial’s skirt exposing her to his view and those of the returning soldiers.


“They do match Sarial and the cut quite daring for a girl as young as you are.”

Flynn gripped the waistband of the raven-haired beauty’s shredded skirt and with one quick powerful yank ripped it from the bound girl. Her tattered blouse soon followed. Sarial hung there stripped of all but her translucent lacey white bra and panties, which did little to hide her charms from either Marcus or the soldiers.

“ What happens to your comrades very much depends on you my dear.”

Marcus’s mouth closed over hers his body pressed to the young beauty’s, she could feel his finger graze her rose pedal folds, the only barrier the flimsy material of her panties. The tip of his tongue slide across her rip moist lips. Drawing back he smiled into her soft frightened eyes.

“How many lovers have you had Sarial ?”

His breathe was hot and moist on the nape of her neck. The stray hairs danced in his breath as he asked his question. He had not asked who she worked for, what her mission was. Major Marcus Flynn had done nothing that could have been expected. He had time all the time he wanted or needed as this delightful morsel wa all ready caught in his web.

 

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“They do match Sarial and the cut quite daring for a girl as young as you are.”

Her body shuddered as He ripped free what remained of her clothing. She felt the touch of the cooler air around her, but worse, she felt the stares of the men, the Soldiers, the Enemy, who had returned. One of them had blood on his hands.

"I am an adult" she snipped back. Granted she was young, but she was 19, fully an adult. It didn't matter that she was as virgin as a 10 year old.. now did it??

He pressed into her, His body pinning hers to the wall at her back. The chains overhead and at her feet groaned slightly as she tried to twist away from Him, but she had no place to go... His mouth descending over hers.. a soft cry is fed into the kiss, she trying to pull back, unable to. His lips were warm, soft, surprisingly gentle, claiming her own, taking control, the glide of His tongue, seeking entrance into her mouth, entrance she would not grant..

A low moan was what met Him as an answer as He pulled away, she panting slightly, cheeks flush...

“How many lovers have you had Sarial ?”

He leaned once more, the touch of His body to hers not parting in any way... breath warm, heated, tantalizing along the soft curve of her throat..

How many lovers? What kind of question was that? He had not even asked her anything about why she was captured, about what He wished from her... only how many lovers she had... Sarial felt a ball of cold forming in the pit of her belly. She knew what she had to do, but suddenly, she was not sure she could. Being told that you were to become the fucktoy of a Sadistic, Vicious Man was one thing, but suddenly that cold spread outward, and she felt herself shiver.. Could she do this???

"Lovers?" she whispered, her own breath tickling His ear... "I have had none.... "

Lying would get her know where... If she lied and said many, more than likely she would be thrown to the Soldiers for that gang rape she had been almost expecting...

 

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Marcus smiled to himself when his kiss drew a soft moan from his chained beauty. The maidenly blush pleased him as well.

"Lovers?" she whispered, her own breath tickling His ear... "I have had none...."

It was rare one found a rose such as this raven-haired beauty that had not been plucked yet. Could it be? Slowly the major stepped back. His eyes taking in ever subtle sensual curve of the young girl’s body. His eyes raping her as he savored her chaste beauty.

“Sergeant!”

The sharp command brought the soldier a nod of Flynn’s head set the man to work. He approached Sarial, his little piggish eyes set in a dirty beared face. The knife flashed and then the touch of cold steel on warm flesh. A delft flick of his wrist and the strap of the teen beauty’s bra parted. The man trailed the knife down to the sweet scented valley between her firm breasts, then an other flick an the other strap parted. He now pressed his body to her as he reached around Sarial A mere twist of his fingers and as he drew back the scrap of clothe fluttered to the floor. The sergeant grinned wickedly and then he lowered his mouth to the girl’s naked breasts his lips suckling at her rose bud nipple.

“Do you think the sergeant will make a good lover Sarial the one you have always dreamed of?”

His voice a soft velvet whisper as if he where sharing a secret with her one for her ears only.

 

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“Sergeant!”

Sarial fliched as the word hissed from His lips.

She did not like how this was going, not at all. He was not acting at all as she had been prepared for Him to act. Nor had He asked her any real questions. Her eyes focused then on the Sergeant that quickly came to heel at his Commander's side. She had seen him before, with those evil looking eyes and a filthy, foul smile. His beard unkempt, unwashed, as was the rest of him. His voice had been raspy, as if he had smoked all his life. She found him disgusting, but then again, he was the enemy, wasn't all the enemy disgusting?

The question flashed thru her mind as she turned those eyes of hers back to the Commander. He, as opposed to the Sergeant, was handsome, in reality, distinguished, and ...well.... clean... He had even smelled clean when He had leaned into her, the scent of fresh soap, perhaps irish spring, a scent she knew well.. it reminded her of her father, her brother, her family, a life she no longer had, a life she no longer knew...

It was those thoughts that ran thru her mind as the Sergeant, huffing a bit in his excitement, cut her bra free of her body. It was the feel of his mouth embracing a nipple, that brought her back to reality. She gasped, her breath catching as her back arched. The feeling itself was not unpleasant, but the site of the filthy Sergeant, his mouth suckling hungrily, indeed was quite unpleasant.

Her nipple, on the other hand, knew no difference in what it was feeling. It began to swell, warm, almost pulse against his lips.

"nnoooo.. sstop" she managed to moan, as the Sergeant moved from that now reddened, aroused nipple to the other, pressing her to the wall, hungry, obscene...

“Do you think the sergeant will make a good lover Sarial the one you have always dreamed of?”

The Major... He was a Major wasn't He?? Her reeling mind wondered... The Major's voice cut thru the haze of disgust and almost sickening pleasure that shuddered thru her..

The ... The Sergeant?? A good... Lover? What was He talking about?? She felt a bite of teeth as the Sergeant became more aroused, his hand coming up to cup her other breast, rolling that sore nipple with his fingers as he continued to nurse from the other..

"Good.... good Lover?" she managed to pant... "no.. NO.. please.. don't do this" she whispered... not wanting to beg, but the thought of being raped by the dirty Sergeant, no matter how much she had been prepared for it, made her sick to her stomache. To be told what may happen and actually face it, were 2 totally different things..

 

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"nnoooo.. sstop"

Marcus smiled as the trapped young beauty weathered under the erotic assault of the sergeant. Her breasts where firm and it seemed very responsive to the stimulation they where receiving. A good sign Flynn noted. Her body was far from being fridge the first faint musky scent of her arousal drifted in the stale air of the integration center.

"Good.... good Lover?" she managed to pant...

The major watched as the girl’s eyes widened as her befuddled mind began to realize the full impact of what he was saying that she might be given to the Sergeant for his amusement.

"no.. NO.. please.. don't do this" she whispered her eyes pleading with Flynn not to do this to her begging him to have mercy on her.

“ Sergeant shall we unwrap the rest of the package?”

The cold steel of his blade caressed Sarial’s warm silken skin she felt it glide down across her quivering abdomen, slip to the swell of her hip, a little flick of the wrist and the material parted. The chained beauty could feel that cold caressing steel move to her other side , a flick a quick tug and the flimsy scrape of white lace that was her last vestige of modesty was ripped from her. Sarial hung there vulnerable in all her youthful naked glory. She felt the Sergeant’s finger sliding along her moist virginal folds , his lips reclaiming her taunt rose bud nipple. Then to her horror Sarial felt him slip pass her labia to enter her to probe her chaste body in search of the proof of her innocence. Even as he examined her, his knuckle pressed against her hooded clit.

 

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Sarial's eyes widened... a cry wanted to rip from her throat, but it stuttered and died as the Sergeant's finger began probing her, pushing inside her.. INSIDE HER... His mouth once more encircling a nipple... a sickening, at least to her, grunting sound coming from him as he let that finger slip out a bit and push back inside her. Sarial struggled against the chains, her now naked body bucking and squirming, but this only seemed to excite the Sergeant even more, something she did NOT want to do...

She closed her eyes as he continued what he was doing, he painfully sucking, nipping, biting at her right nipple, and feeling the warmth envelope this thick finger as he pushed it inside of her ... and to her despair, both Men seemed to be enjoying her struggles, and the soft cries that now came slipping past her lips... Sarial trembled against him as her body fought off the sensations that were beginning inside her, obscene, dirty, foul sensations...

"ahhhhh yes, feel that nipple respond, feel your pussy warm" he taunted her, as his head lifted to move to the other, her left nipple. All she could feel was the increasing, wild, terrified beat of her heart.

The Sergeant smiled at her, a dirty, vile smile, a smile of knowing, knowing that no one was there to help her, save her, even if someone had been able to hear her cries.... The Sergeant pressed against her, her back hard against the cold wall that held her at his mercy. His excitement was building, that much was obvious as he suckled and bit at her nipple, her writhing and struggling, but that only seemed to heighten his senses. She was helpless, bound helpless for him to use. Just that thought made him harder than he had ever been before, his cock was aching as he suckled at her, enjoying the feeling of her taut nipple in his mouth. He pulled on it with his lips, suckling hard, like a babe trying to feed, grunting once more around it.

He ran the thumb of his other hand over her clit, coaxing it from beneath the hood, feeling it begin to swell... Sarial was gasping, panting, the sounds coming from her a mingling of mewling and ... was that begging??? The Sergeant didn't care, he liked what he felt and heard, forgetting the presence of the Commander, the Major behind him.... He began an obscene stroking, slow and deliberate as he relaxed his mouth around her nipple... releasing it and licking with the very tip of his tongue. His finger pushed deeper inside of her, the muscles of her virgin pussy tightening around him, the wetness beginning to come forth, moist, heated, slick... The Sergeant had, by benefit of the war, and the fact that he were not the most attractive man, had a lot of time to plan what he would do to a captive woman, in his dreams and fantasies. The war, and the captives, had only fed this fantasy, but the Spider, the Major, the Commander, had never used him like this before, just he and a captive woman.. this was his dream come true.

He continued to nurse from her, the nipple pulsing in his mouth, getting her more aroused... more.. ready... for him. He pulled from her left, and devoured her right once more, suckling so hard that he left a deep red marks around both her nipples... Thick finger still stroking, rocking in and out of her, thumb over her clit...his body pressing into her as she struggled and whimpered, she feeling a heat racing thru her, her nipples burning and aching from him.. her skin was flush, warm... and ... she was getting wetter... Sarial's body was betraying her, and it was something she could not help, nor stop.

His own groans mingled with her hushed cries....

Sarial's body, bound as it was, could still move some, and her hips did, slowly rocking to the motion, her body moving without the benefit of her mind telling it too. The massaging, caressing, felt... heated and deep....her clit was throbbing now as it swelled, and she felt sensations of pain and intense pleasure shootiong thru her... . She was disgusted with herself... but could not stop what was happening...

Sarial had masterbated before, using her own hands. It was not something she would ever admit, but The Sergeant's hand was bringing forth the same pleasureable feelings her own did, only more intense. Her breathing became ragged as he continued stroking, his rough thumb manipulating and working her clit in time with his finger inside her and his deepening suckling....

"Ahhhh... now I see what you like" he grunted as he felt her trembling, felt her becoming wetter and wetter.......

 

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Major Marcus Flynn delighted in the way that Sarial's body responded to the sergeant’s obscene attentions. His eyes where dark dead in appearance as if the girl’s torments meant nothing to him as if she where beneath his notice other than a brief amusement as his sergeant enjoyed his conquest of her ripe young body.

“ He seems to like you my dear.”

Marcus’s voice a smooth unfeeling taunt.

“He is a powerful man well formed I am sure he will prove to be a most ardent lover Sarial.”

Then he turned to the man who was tormenting the chained beauty. Again, he spoke as if asking a question in idle curiosity.

“Sergeant is she really a virgin?”

The man’s finger pressed deeper into her chaste supple body. He smiled as he felt her clamp down on him , he knew as much as she might blush and protest her body reveled in the pleasure his mouth and fingers brought to her. He wormed his way into Sarial until he nudged her maiden head , that thin barrier that proclaimed her purity.

“Sir she is as yet untouched.”

The man paused for a moment and then continued in a nonchalant manner.

“ Does the major wish to take the bitch or shall I break her cherry for him?”

Sarial's fate rested in what her captor would answer.

 

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“ He seems to like you my dear.”

Marcus’s voice a smooth unfeeling taunt.

“He is a powerful man well formed I am sure he will prove to be a most ardent lover Sarial.”


She stared up at the Major... her eyes wide... They had tried to prepare her for this, when she had been conditioned.... it was more like they had tried to brainwash her, and very nearly had. If she had not been a virgin, this more than likely would not affect her, not like it was. She tore her eyes away from that ... Man... letting them close... Slowly she tried to will herself away from what was happening to her.... desperately she tried...


“Sergeant is she really a virgin?”


Sarial groaned when the Sergeant pushed his finger deeper inside of her, the velvet walls of her pussy sheathing him, tight and grasping. She squirmed uncomfortably, as he sought, and found, that peice of flesh that marked her a virgin...

“Sir she is as yet untouched.”

“ Does the major wish to take the bitch or shall I break her cherry for him?”

She hissed as the words left the Sergeant's mouth. He had pulled his finger back a bit, but was wiggling around inside her.. the sensations were slightly painful... but mingled with an intense pleasure, his thick fingertip lightly rubbing past her g-spot deep inside. It was apparent the Sergeant was not interested in finding that particular spot, but instead was brushing by it while fingering her. Her face blushing red, thick drops of her own juices were now dripping from her. Along with the pain, and that obscene pleasure, Sarial was feeling shame, a deep sense of shame, as the Sergeant's tongue lapped at her nipple once more...he waiting to hear what the Major desired to do... desired him to do... He hoped that he would be allowed to rip her open... and was almost sure he would be...

Sarial bit at her lower lip, meeting the Spider's gaze for a moment, she wanted to stare Him down, to defy Him, to challenge Him to take her Himself, if He were Man enough, but something in His eyes kept her silent

 

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Marcus watched with eyes that where black, almost dead until one noticed the faint hellish glimmer deep within their depths. He had been very passive letting the sergeant toy with the young beauty as he pleased. Yet now as Sarial groaned the scent of her own arousal hanging heavy in the stale air of the small room he came towards her. Like a spider, the name that his enemies had given, him he came to the delicate beauty caught in his web as she helplessly twisted and moaned impaled on the sergeant’s finger.

“You are quite lovely my dear Sarial!”

His voice a whispered hiss that toyed with her mind, so soft so subtitle and so evil in its very nature. The sergeant step back from the hapless girl giving way to the major. The back of Flynn’s hand caressed her flawless cheek. He let his hand slid down to cup her right breast, he smiled as he rolled her taunt crimson nipple under the gloved tip of his finger.

“Which shall it be sweet girl the sergeant or myself for your first lover? The devil you know or the devil you fear?”

 

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She allowed a hiss of relief to pass her lips when the Sergeant pulled back, his finger slipping wetly from her pussy, his mouth leaving her nipples reddened, swollen, and just as wet as his finger was. But that hiss of relief was quickly caught when the Spider approached her. There was something in those eyes, those dead black eyes, something flickering, something evil that Sarial felt her heart pause, her soul tremble.

She had been told the stories of the Spider, of His interrogation techniques, of the many ways of making one.... talk... if one wanted to call screaming for mercy talking.... But many believed that it was just that, talk, and that He, the Spider, Major Marcus Flynn, and yes, she knew His name from her conditioning, was nothing more than a very evil Man that had to be.... terminated....

That's what she had been sent to do, wasn't it?? To terminate him, as soon as she had the chance. Oh she was to learn, listen, spy... but the end result was for Marcus, the Spider, to die in his own web... Many thought that He would find it... quite amusing... if He had known that a woman had been sent to kill him...

Yet, it felt as if He knew all about her, who she was... what she was... did He??? And if He did, that meant that this toying would lead only to one thing, her death... a thought that made her shiver once more....

"You are quite lovely my dear Sarial!”

His gloved hand touched, caressing her cheek, those covered fingers gliding down, to find, and tease, a sensative, tender nipple. A low groan once more emitted from her throat, as her body involuntarily shook, quivered, trembled.

“Which shall it be sweet girl the sergeant or myself for your first lover? The devil you know or the devil you fear?”

His words made her blood run cold... Not because she would be raped no matter her choice, if one wanted to call this a choice... her blood ran cold at His choice of words.. She did not fear the Sergeant, the man was disgusting, and she hated the idea of him taking her, but she indeed did fear the Major, the Spider, even if she could not put into words... why....

There was a coldness about Him, a darkness, a power, that began to creep over her flesh, tingling, crawling, obscene, foul, and evil... yet the words that came in answer came forth without thought... it was He she was to entice, He she was to eventually kill.... no matter her fear, she had to do what she had been sent to do....

"You.... ppplease" she whispered, the please a surprising addition... was she .... begging Him????

Her eyes met His, she fighting to NOT look away.... "You..... if it must be..... " her voice wavering just a little...

 

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"You.... ppplease"

She whispered. Her eyes met His, she fighting to NOT look away....

"You..... if it must be..... " her voice wavering just a little...

This first little submission pleased Marcus. He knew it would be the young beauty’s choice, that it had to be her choice and yet it still pleased him that she had pleaded, begged that he should be the one to take her.

“Very well Sarial.”

He leaned forward and let his lips brush her parched lips, his moist and firm, the tip of his tongue sensually gliding over her full ripe lips. The Kiss fleeting seductive as he continued to roll her puckered, peaked nipple under his gloved thumb.

“Sergeant!”

A snap of his fingers brought the man to heel. A thick leather collar was buckled around Sarial’s slender neck, a lead clipped to it, and then her manacled hands where released. Marcus watched as the girl fell to her knees and then cupping her chin, he lifted her eyes to his.

“I do believe that you need to that the sergeant for having pleased you earlier my dear. Take him into your mouth and please him.!”

The man was already undoing the buttons of his uniform pants in anticipation of his reward.

 

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“I do believe that you need to that the sergeant for having pleased you earlier my dear. Take him into your mouth and please him.!”

Sarial was shamed and sickened, wearing a thick leather dog collar, and worse... WORSE... a leash... now..now He wanted her to take the disgusting Sergeant into her mouth....

The man was quivering with anticipation, having loosed his trousers, they falling to his ankles, his cock thick and rigid... the Spider's gloved hand still gently caressing under her chin, until she was pushed forward, He stepping back, and allowing the Sergeant to stand before her. The scent that came from Him was just foul... It was obvious the man was nothing more than a soldier, a pion, a nothing, who didn't even bother to bathe.

She had not expected this, she had hoped, by chosing the Spider, the Major, that she would only have to endure Him. Obviously He had other plans...

"He.... never pleased me" she snapped, closing her eyes. Perhaps her body had reacted, but she would not call what the obscene Sergeant did... pleasing...

She had no more than spit out the words when the Sergeant thrust forward, grabbing the back of her head with a dirty hand and pushing his cock past her unwilling lips. Sarial had to fight from gagging as the thickness filled her mouth. She was tempted, for a moment, to bite down and hear the Sergeant scream, but a glance at the Spider, and into those dead eyes made her rethink her idea on that. With a low groan, she began to suck just a little... she had never done exactly this before... she had actually practiced herself a couple of times after seeing it done before... using a couple of different things... but this was entirely different. She had no control over how fast, how hard, nor how deep he went... the Sergeant controlled that.

He was in heaven, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feel of a warm mouth around his member... He had only known his hand for what felt like forever... this was soooo much better, and the thought of fucking her, of what her tight, silken, very virginal pussy would feel around his cock was filling his mind.. would the Major let him? Despite what she had begged for?? He looked down at her, thrusting forward harder, deeper, liking the sounds of her nearly gagging, and the feel of her mouth tight around him...

Sarial was trying to breath around him, and trying not to taste him in the process... she not really sucking now more than just letting him shove himself in and out of her mouth... he was not caring... it all felt good to him....

"gonna cum... Oh yea... oh yeah...." he grunted, holding her head tighter, feeling his balls tingle...

Sarial's eyes widened at that.. the thought of swallowing him..... tasting him that way.... she looked to the Major, her eyes filling with tears, even tho she tried to stay dry eyed and not caring...

 

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The major looked on with almost a causal nonchalance, his dark eyes only once flaring in warning as the girl eyes met his when the Sergeant claimed her mouth as his reward. . Sarial’s little outburst, that momentary flare of pride and defiance, so quickly followed as she demurely lowered her gaze from his, told him more than he could have learned in fruitless hours of questioning.

That unimpassioned gaze remained as the sergeant’s fingers entwined in Sarial’s silken hair, not a sound did Flynn utter as the man raped the young teen beauty’s mouth and throat. Though Major Marcus Flynn was indeed cruel, he did nothing without a reason. The girl’s brutal rape was to show her she controlled nothing that her fate rested solely in his hands.

"gonna cum... Oh yea... oh yeah...."

Sarial's eyes widened at that……..... she looked to the Major, her eyes filling with tears.

“Be a good girl and lap down all of the sergeant’s offering and I shall not let him have you……………………………”

Marcus paused for a moment to let his words sink in. If she did not swallow all of the man’s ejaculation then she would be given to him so he could continue his rape of her.

“………..But if you are a good girl then I shall be the only one you shall have to please for now.”

In one, breathe the threat in the next a promise of at last some mercy. Again, it was apparent she was caught between the devil she knew, the sergeant, and the devil she did not, the Major.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Be a good girl and lap down all of the sergeant’s offering and I shall not let him have you……………………………”


The Sergeant was grunting now, in time with his vicious thrusts into her mouth. Her jaw hurt, and the taste in her mouth was nothing short of foul and unpleasant...

War... is.... hell....

The thought ran thru her mind as the Sergeant groaned "ohhhh yeah.... drink me up baby... Ohhhh yeah" the words gutteral, harsh, as he held himself in her mouth, his cock twitching and then spilling out his seed, the hot fluid flooding her throat, she gagging as she struggled to swallow, an almost automatic response, not a desired one. "yeah.... arrrrgghhhhh yeah" he grunted again and again, the taste was thick and salty and dirty to her, she could feel her stomach flip flopping, his seed coating her tongue and throat...

“……….. if you are a good girl then I shall be the only one you shall have to please for now.”

A good girl... a good girl and swallow, drink, the disgusting seed of a man raping her mouth. The Sergeant was panting now, as the last of his climax jittered and squirmed in her mouth, he running his rough, calloused fingers along her cheek, as if she were a lover and not a captive. Just that motion was sickening in and of itself...

The Sergeant, smiling, his teeth dirty and yellow, pulled back from the captive girl. She had not even realized til then just Who held the leash to the collar about her throat. Not the Sergeant, but instead the Major...

She herself was gasping now that her mouth was free of the Sergeant's cock. Her head hung down, shame coloring her cheeks. He had flooded her mouth with his seed and she had managed to swallow it all. Not just because of the Major's threat, but because of the disgust she felt at the idea of having his.... his... cum... spread over her skin.

"It's obvious You like used goods then" she snipped, not looking up at the Major... The words came out without thought... it was obvious this Man, this... Monster... liked watching her getting raped. She had heard that, among the horror stories she had heard about Him, about His tastes, His likes, His dislikes. It was said He liked to hear a girl's cries of pain, His whip.... yes... His whip.... tasting of her flesh.... she had heard ... alot... about the Spider...

For a brief moment, she thought that being given to the Sergeant may have been better off... for her...

 

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With this humiliation still fresh in Sarial’s, mind her cheeks burning crimson with her shame she brazenly and quite unwisely decided to tempt fate.

"It's obvious You like used goods then"


Marcus through his head back and his laughter filled the room as if she had just told him an amusing story. As quickly as the his laughter came it fled and the silence that descended was ominous. His eyes dark, dead, emotionless, bore into her soft doe eyes.

“You where damaged goods as soon as you where sent here Sarial!”

He paused for a moment as he savored the look of shock on her young face.

“Sergeant wasn’t the last assassin they sent a redhead? Was her name Monica or was it Bridgette? She was truly a beautiful young woman I believe she lasted a month in the soldier’s brothel or was that The little blonde before her?”

Again his laughter filled the room this time the sergeant’s joined his this time as both men gazed down on the hapless young girl. A snap of his fingers brought silence.

“So you see Sarial there is really no need to question you. You where sent to kill me, sent to be caught, sent to sacrifice your innocence for the cause. How very noble of you child………..” come sergeant let us help Sarial in her mission.”

A sharp tug on her leash brought the girl sprawling on the floor her hands cuffed behind her back. The sergeant moved swiftly and with practice purpose. She was brought back up to her knees. Her cuffed hands bound to the floor behind her. Sarial’s stunning young body was arched back her breast thrust out and up, her silken thighs spread her innocence bared to their view.

“Sergeant! “

The single word of command sent the man to do his duty. In a moment he returned with a flogger and two clamps with serpentine teeth. Connected by a delicate golden chain. A nod from the Major and her tormentor knelt his mouth drawing her right nipple to a taunt peak then the clamp bit into her tender nipple its serpent’s teeth claiming sweet rose bud. The sergeant mouth now lowered to Sarial’s left nipple.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

They had not gagged her. Perhaps they both wanted to hear her scream, and scream she did when that clamp bit into her sensative, peaked, wet, nipple. She felt a stabbing of pain shoot thru her, her scream tearing from her throat. A moment later, and her other nipple felt first the soft caress of the Sergeant's suckling, and then the vicious bite of the other clamp, the teeth digging deep into tender flesh.

Wildly, she fought the cuffs that bound her, twisting almost obscenely there on the floor, but she was left with very little room to move in reality, and found herself panting, gasping... eyes filled with painfilled tears. Her scream had faded into a low, vibrating moan.

The Sergeant was still before her, watching as she writhed and struggled, and obviously, by the grin on his face, enjoying her movements. She could not see the Major at the moment, but knew He was close by.

With that leering grin still plastered on his face, he let his hand slide between her obscenely spread thighs. She felt him begin to stroke her once more, she biting her lower lip to keep from crying out again. What was he wanting? To make her cum? To make her suffer some sick pleasure ontop of the pain??

"Stop... STOP" her voice, ragged, hissed out... the Sergeant paying her no heed, his fingers finding her clit, coaxing it from beneath it's hood once more, feeling her moisten, she feeling herself becoming wet, her cheeks reddening in shame. "STOPPPPPPP PLEASE" she finally begged, not talking to the Sergeant, obviously begging the Major... She was shuddering violently, fighthing the tears, fighting her fear, and the pain and pleasure they were trying to make her feel...

 

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"Stop... STOP" her voice, ragged, hissed out...

Flynn smiled as again the sweet scent of Sarial’s arousal played on the stale air of the dungeon. Her supple young body weathering in pain and now unwanted pleasure pleased the major.

"STOPPPPPPP PLEASE" she finally begged, not talking to the Sergeant, obviously begging the Major...

She was shuddering violently, fighting the tears, fighting her fear, and the pain and pleasure. Her soft flawless cheeks crimson with her shame. Marcus studied his hapless victim the way she was bound her cuffed hands bound to the floor behind her. Sarial’s stunning young body was arched back her breast thrust out and up, her silken thighs spread her innocence bared to their view. He gave the flogger a shake and its sinus leather fingers rippled as if anticipating the first taste of the young beauty’s soft flawless skin. Marcus savored the look of sheer terror in the girl’s eyes as he draped the flogger over her shoulder, watched as the leathery fingers caressed her skin slithered across her shoulder to cascade down over her up thrust breasts. His eyes brightened as a gasp escaped Sarial’s parched lips when the leather caressed her tortured nipples.

CRACK

A quick flick of the wrist and the sensual caress of those leather fingers turned to the stinging kiss as the firry tongues licked and curled around Serial’s breasts.

“You must learn your place my dear girl.”

CRACK


Searing pain followed by a sensual caress of leather. Marcus was a master of the lash he could bring pleasure or pain with a mere flick of his wrist and bound and spread as she was the girl could do nothing to protect herself from his attentions.

CRACK

“Are you ready to take the sergeant into your mouth and please him or shall we continue?”

As he spoke Flynn let the leather fingers of the flogger sensual slither along Serial’s soft inner thigh just grazing her moist pussy. there was no doubt, where the next blow of stinging kisses would fall.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She had been prepared for this.... Now that may sound ... well... odd... but yes, she had been prepared for this. Sarial's training, her... conditioning, had included the use of a whip, flogger, paddle. Her body already bore the hints of her training. Yet, when the leather struck her, when those wicked fingers lashed her flesh, she still screamed, just as she had when in training.

War... no matter what side one is on.... was hell...

She hadn't wanted to be a spy, an assassin, she hadn't wanted to be sent on this mission. But she *fit the profile*.... from what they knew of the Spider, she was the bait that would lure Him into the trap, the morsel He could not refuse, the prey that would lower His guard... she would be sent on this mission, whether she wished it or not...

Her body shuddered, the pain ripping thru her, as the whip lashed... *CRACK*

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

She felt the obscene caress of leather along her vunerable slit, most intimate of places...

“Are you ready to take the sergeant into your mouth and please him or shall we continue?”


So many answers raced thru her mind... from Drop Dead, to Please Stop, to I'll Do Anything You Want...... Her body trembling at the welcome respite for the moment...

She had wanted to save herself for marriage....

Marriage....

The image she had tried so desperately to block from her mind came racing in... filling her thoughts... images of him.... Kyle... red hair, that smattering of freckles across his face... Kyle.. a year older than her... even now fighting in this same war, with no knowledge that she were in it as well.. Kyle, whose diamond she had been wearing, until it was taken from her...

She had wanted to save herself for him...

She had blocked him from her mind, until now...

The tears came, quiet, warm, sliding down her cheeks... Kyle wouldn't want her now...

"Are you ready to take the sergeant into your mouth and please him or shall we continue?"

"OK... ok.... I.... will" she managed to answer, her lips trembling right along with the rest of her...

The Sergeant, with a huge grin on his face, a grin she could not see, stepped up. Arched back the way she was, she could not look up at him or even see him, until he straddled over her, a leg on either side of her arched body, his naked cock, balls, over her face, her eyes filled with the image of him looking down on her.

"Open up lass" he sneered, that filthy grin apparent to her now. The head of his cock pushing at her mouth, at her lips, demanding entrance, entrance she had no choice but to give. He slid within the warmth as she tried not to gag, her mouth closing around him almost instinctively... "ahhhhh yes" he groaned...

 

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"OK... ok.... I.... will"

Poor sweet child Flynn thought to himself did they really think that he would be so easily taken had they forgotten why he was called the spider. He shook his head in wonderment as he watched the obscene tableau unfold.

"Open up lass"

He sneered………The head of his cock pushing at her mouth, at her lips, demanding entrance, entrance she had no choice but to give. He slid within the warmth as she tried not to gag, her mouth closing around him almost instinctively...

"ahhhhh yes" he groaned...

Her virtue and honor to be sacrificed for a chance to kill him. Marcus had known of the plan almost before Serial had. One of the many threads of his web had detected it when a gloating officer drunkenly confided it to his mistress, who told her lover and before a week had passed he knew all the details.

The young girl’s muffled sobs brought Flynn back to the present the sergeant fingers entwined in her soft silken hair as he raped her mouth and throat. Yet the culmination of the man’s lust the hot gushing of his seed choking her did not cum. The war was cruel, wounds devastating, and though the desire might burn in the sergeant the war insured that for now the girl would not taste a man’s lust for her.

“Sergeant Enough you may go .”

It was a gentle touch of the major’s hand on the man’s shoulder that brought him back to reality, his cock slipping from the girl’s “O”ed lips. Flynn’s eyes caught hers and warned her to hold her tongue. The man buttoned his pants and left the room now only Serial and the devil remained.

“Shall we do this the easy way or the hard way girl? It’s your choice.”

Bound as she was her fate sealed the question was a cruel charity. Would she lose her virtue and honor bound as a slave or in a bed with some semblance of privacy.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The obscene pumping into her throat was sickening to her, and the Sergeant only went deeper. He didn't care that she struggled to breathe around His thrusting cock, the gagging of her throat, the tears that ran down her cheeks....

He cared about one thing, getting off....

But that... was not to be...

“Sergeant Enough you may go .”

When he pulled from her mouth, she gasped, drawing in much needed air. Her body shuddered, as she panted, saying a silent prayer that at least for the moment, the torture, the rape, stopped. Her eyes met His, the Spider's, caught within His gaze. She stayed silent as the Sergeant dared a protest, but then shut up and zipped up and shuffled from the room, the door thudding behind him. A moment later and both she and the Major heard him groan as he finished himself just outside....

“Shall we do this the easy way or the hard way girl? It’s your choice.”

Again the vision of Kyle danced in her mind's eye. He would never touch her now. Kyle was a sweet, quiet boy, the son of a preacher of all things. He would never touch her now, she was fouled, dirty... and all alone....

"please... I'll.... I'll do whatever You want... Just don't hurt me anymore... please" she whispered... her plan was known, the Spider proving to be more cunning than His enemies ever realized. She had been sacraficed, and had lost, lost everything. What did her virture matter now??? All she could hope for was that He would not hurt... or kill her...

 

[cgraven]

Flynn looked dispassionately down on the frail bound beauty. He saw the hopelessness in her soft eyes as she realized that her mission had been compromised.. He watched the tears that stained her flawless cheeks as she suffered some private hell, as her full ripe lips trembled when she spoke.

"please... I'll.... I'll do whatever You want... Just don't hurt me anymore... please" she whispered

He savored the moment of her humiliation and defeat and looked forward into molding the young virgin into a suitable concubine. I'll do whatever You want... Just don't hurt me anymore. He smiled as those prophetic words echoed in his mind. She did not know what pain was yet and by the time her training was complete she would eagerly embrace pain if that was his desire and she would crave it. Yet all journeys began with a single step and it was now time for Serial to take her first step in to hell.

“A very wise decision my dear.”

He released her trim ankles from their bindings, and drew her to her feet by the leash and collar that she still wore. He had dragged her up his body her clamped nipples rubbing against the coarse wool of his uniform he held Serial’s chin up by the leash and his mouth closed over hers his tongue sliding along her lips demanding entry into that chaste cavern. When the girl hesitated he snapped the leash, his kiss was savage demanding as his tongue raped her mouth and demanded that hers dance with his that she return his kiss, that she give herself to him in it holding nothing back.

Serial felt his hand sliding down across her quivering abdomen, between her legs, a finger gliding along her virginal folds. He broke his obscene kiss for only a moment as he commanded her.

“Spread your legs girl!”

When she gasped at his touch, he claimed her mouth again even as his finger slipped with Serial’s virgin passage.