Forget Fox - (Closed for VelvetDarkness)

[The_PG]

Perhaps somewhere in the back of his mind something registered what Zehra had said and how scared she was, but that part of his mind had little bearing on what he was doing. With hardly a raised breath he thrust his hips forward; grinding his cock against her hand rhythmically, showing her emphatically what motion she should be making now with her soft hands. His hand on her breast had found a hardened nipple, and though it was hardly a conscious thought, that same part of Thomas that heard what she said, knew that whatever she said was a lie. "No," He hissed quietly, with much less anger, but more intent then the voice he had used before, "I'm going to fuck you Zehra. And you are going to like it." He felt her tremble, in fear, but also in some sort of lust that Thomas didn't pretend to understand, but knew exactly how to manipulate. "All of it," He added for some reason, as he thrust again and smirked when he felt her fingers curling around the outline of his cock in his briefs.

A minute of this dry humping left Thomas ready for even more, and his hand on her panties between her slowly relaxing thighs he could feel the heat and dampness forming already. Without a word he knelt on the bed, removed his cock, raised Zehra's arms above her head, draping them over a small hump in the center of the headboard, and again settled between her legs with his hot flesh pressing against the inside of her thigh. "Quiet," He hissed as she began to cry, the tears made his cock harder, "You'll like it," He added in a voice that remained intently focused on what he wanted. Again he rubbed the soft skin on the inside of her thighs, and over the smooth fabric that covered her most prized possession. A sniffle moved him, he ripped the light fabric and then slapped her stiffly as he settled between her legs; his cock pressing against her slit.

Thomas watched the tears on her face; sliding across her rosy cheeks and finding their way to her blushing bosom. He smirked at that. When her hands twitched her carefully and cunningly grabbed her sides and yanked her down; stretching her away from the headboard. The snapping movement battered his cock through her slit, but only enough for her to feel just how large and hot his cock was. The surprise clearly registered on her; it didn't hurt yet. That made Thomas laugh, out loud, "I told you." He hissed before bringing his weight to bear on her little hold and pushing swiftly through her maidenhood into her body. His cock shuddered as he felt the tight warmth swallow him hole, and his spine had goosebumps all over it as she screamed loudly. He held still as soon as he was most of the way in, and he held himself there as he stared down at her stricken face and waited for her, his eyes full of lust.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Nothing he had said so far made any real sense and Zehra had the sick sensation in the pit of her stomach that Thomas was mad, damaged and seriously unhinged. There was no reasoning with a psycho, no appealing to his better nature or trying to elicit pity or remorse. It would not have mattered what she said to him, how hard she fought or how loudly she yelled. He wanted to fuck her and she was simply no match for his malevolent determination to do exactly that.

Fuck her.

If it was possible, her expression had become even more pained when he had announced it so casually. It was such a crude and disrespectful word, one that ricocheted around her head as he continued to sneer at her. After being sucked into his personal vortex of chaos over the last few days, Zehra simply could not believe that this was how he intended to repay her. She had even begun to buy his bullshit about her putting him in danger, had almost convinced herself that he was a reasonable human being with a conscience and an interest in her welfare.

How utterly gullible and naive she felt now. It just made her hate him all the more.

The injustice of it all made hot tears sting her face, falling thick and fast as he positioned her like a marionette and then shoved his way into her body. Zehra couldn't help crying out when he penetrated her. His cock felt enormous and she was completely unprepared for him. She was horrified to see him drinking in her pain, his eyes raking over her face hungrily. She felt his cock twitch inside her tight channel and knew without question that her terror and the burning ache of him inside her was getting him off.

She braced herself, expecting Thomas to start thrusting but he stayed perfectly still. After a few moments she opened her tightly squeezed eyelids and regarded him with nervous apprehension and pure loathing. He was staring at her expectantly and Zehra was at a total loss as to why. Her pussy burned and flexed on him, traumatised and belatedly trying to lubricate itself a little. The hot rush of blood she had felt when he had punched his way through her hymen had eased his entry very slightly but it wasn't nearly enough.

Just like that, after all her lifetime, she was not a virgin any more. He had taken her virtue, her trust and her basic right to choose her own sexual awakening. That he could still be pulsing with savage lust within her, that the fact he was raping her did absolutely nothing to mar his enjoyment... it appalled her.

"I will never forgive you for this." She hissed, turning her face from his hideous smirk and endeavouring to shut herself off from this until he was done.

 

[The_PG]

Holding her hips firmly between his hands Thomas began to move very slowly without an ear towards her words. Slowly and exactly he moved inches in, and out. Leaning over he captured her jaw with his hand and forced her back towards him. Pressing his lips against hers, he waited until she could not longer resist and was forced to open her mouth. His tongue slipped into her mouth and pressed deeply against hers as a low, guttural groan exploded from his chest into her mouth. Little by little his cock was slipping deeper and deeper into her pussy, the blood, and other juices making it easier and easier to move. With a last forceful press of his lips Thomas separated his lips from hers and hissed, "Yes you will, you want this." Even to his own ears the words nearly sounded insanely, the babbling of a madman, but for the brief amount of days that Thomas had been able to come to grips with himself had made it clear to him that he wasn't crazy. He knew exactly what he was doing and what he was saying, even if he wasn't sure why.

A sudden increase in the breathing of Zehra beneath him gave rise to more hardness between his legs and another growl from his mouth. He began to move slightly harder, and deeper within her tight confines. The growing tensity in his stomach came from the silky clench of her insides, and from the knowledge that the creaking leather against her wrist and the headboard along with the strength in muscles could keep her from doing anything to stop it. "You will want this, and more, when I am finished," A snarl escaped his lips, to simply sharpen his words. He kissed her again, claiming her lips with his own hungry ones. Then biting her lip and thrusting his tongue inside of her own, toying with her tongue and taking her mouth entirely with his own. His hand snaked up to her breast, and squeezed it sharply as he continued to move rather gently within her. It was quickly becoming apparent that he did not want to hurt her, only control her to a point where she couldn't refuse a thing he said, or did.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

She should have known that Thomas would not let her retreat into herself. His insistence that she wanted this was insulting in the extreme but she didn't have the nerve to challenge him. His cock eased slowly in and out of her and Zehra expected at any moment to feel him start thrusting hard and fast, so far the change of pace had not come. Her pussy flexed and stung but the friction of his cock and the way her clitoris was stretched helplessly over the base of it was beginning to have an effect on her. The leather was painfully tight on her wrists from where she had squirmed but all it did was kick her panic up a gear and heighten everything else. It was very confusing and Zehra was not a little embarrassed at the conflicting sensations pulsing through her.

He squeezed her breast without warning and Zehra yelped. The sharp pain had the desired effect however as her abdomen clenched and her pussy flexed on him again. Thomas groaned with satisfaction as he pushed his tongue into her mouth again. Zehra responded half heartedly to the kiss, mainly to disguise how short her breaths were coming now. Even sneering and snarling at her, even in the act of rape, Thomas remained a very attractive man at the peak of physical fitness. Zehra tried vainly to tear her eyes from his muscular upper body and thrusting buttocks but it was proving impossible. There was something too about the feral intensity of what he was doing to her, how much he was enjoying her, that was morbidly fascinating and not a little flattering.

Almost without any form of conscious decision, Zehra settled into a state of mute compliance, only half hoping that he would be done with her soon.

 

[The_PG]

Silence. Thomas would have laughed if he could stop the rumbling growling and groaning he was emitting. It felt too good to do that. Having no memory of any other time, except for the dream, Thomas had nothing to compare this too. But he knew this was good, this feeling of pleasure, this tightness in his gut that was growing in leaps and bounds. The soft sound of flesh slapping against itself was the only sound other then her deep breaths and his growling agreement to their fun. He liked just how she had squealed when he touched her breast; so he did it again, and this time he squeezed harder, and didn't let go. He kept her nipple between his fingers and rolled them hard. "You do like it, don't you?" He tried to fake surprise, and a chuckle that was half a growl came from his lips yet again. "I would tell you I told you, but..." He trailed off and began to move slightly faster, and then a little faster. A slight squelching now accompanied the slapping, her pussy was getting wet, and he was able to move even faster inside of her.

Something inside of Thomas knew it was crazy, but he wanted her to like it. At first it had been his own impulse; he just wanted her and had to have her. Now... There was more to it, now he had to make sure she had a good time so that he could be telling the truth, and so that... He didn't want to finish the thought, but he did anyways; so that she would like it and so that she would stay with him. It was a pretty powerful thought, but... He still just needed to finish her, "How does it feel," He whispered softly, "To know that you can't do anything to stop yourself... From feeling this," A powerful kiss followed, with his tongue rubbing against hers and justifying every word he said with the moans he was now drawing from her as he moved faster, and harder inside of her. "From feeling this good, from liking it, how does it feel? Leaving you breathless?" He began moving even harder, and his cock now went all the way into her tight virgin core. Thomas could feel the rippling, stretching, and vibrating inside of her taunt belly, it was so erotic that Thomas tightened even further inside.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

"How does it feel," He whispered softly, "To know that you can't do anything to stop yourself... From feeling this," A powerful kiss followed, with his tongue rubbing against hers and justifying every word he said with the moans he was now drawing from her as he moved faster, and harder inside of her. "From feeling this good, from liking it, how does it feel? Leaving you breathless?"

Despite the naked triumph on his face, despite how all this had begun, Zehra could not deny that he was causing feeling in her that she had never felt before. Although she had masturbated in the past, she had never stimulated the spot up inside her that Thomas was aiming at with such force right now. She was panting and moaning now, getting close to cumming with him inside her and Zehra was making no secret of it now. If he stopped before she came... she might have to kill him.

Zehra was not blind to the effect the fear of him and the way he had forced her into this was having on her. Her heart was already racing, her muscles already tense and her pussy was still vainly undulating on his cock, which if it were possible, felt even bigger and harder inside her. Thomas' increased speed was getting her wetter and the thick base of his shaft was lifting and stretching her helpless clit, grinding it into his pelvis as he angled his thrusts into her.

She glared at him, admitting defeat.

"Yes I like it. I don't have to like you though." His lips twisted in amusement and whether it had been intentional or not, a deep, powerful thrust punched Zehra square in the cervix, making her buck and yelp.

"How do you think it feels to know you have done this before, to know you enjoy raping women and have no remorse. Would you have enjoyed this so much if I had not resisted?"

Her tone was accusatory but it was rising in pitch. Zehra was approaching orgasm and the importance of everything else was rapidly diminishing. She arched and started to move with him, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

"You better hope I fucking enjoy this Thomas." She groaned, lifting her lips to taste the masculine tang of his sweat on the glistening skin between his neck and shoulder.

 

[The_PG]

Zehra's latest comment was hilarious, and if it wasn't for the somber and serious thought that he was dwelling on, he would have laughed. Somehow she had thrown him off, her comment about him raping other woman seemed wrong, and out of a place. The word rape just felt disgusting in his mouth, he did not rape women, no matter what he was doing at this moment somehow he knew it wasn't rape. He wondered about enjoying it as much if she hadn't resisted him, somehow he didn't think he would have enjoyed it nearly as much, but he couldn't let all of that show, especially with how close she had come to reading his mind with that last, hilarious comment. He was rutting into her deeply; striking her again and again deep inside. "No Zehra," He finally replied, his eyes were sparkling with feral intensity and glowering with something akin to evil, "You better hope that I fucking enjoy it. Or else..." He paused for several long seconds, thrusting within her without restraint now, still in control, but he plowed through her tight, pink pussy like lightning through the air.

"Or else we're going to do it again," He pushed all the way within her and held himself there, "And again," Another slow thrust, all the way out, and all the way back in, "And again. Until I fucking enjoy it, and besides. I know you like it now, but hours from now I'm sure you'll be crying for me to stop." A half snarl, half smile slipped over Thomas's face. This was something he had done before, and with every thrust into her tight body he felt confidence and pleasure flowing through his body with zest. However, even as he spoke he did not fail to notice her reaching, rubbing, scratching hands, nor her arching back, rock hard nipples, and clamping pussy. He began moving in rhythm again; bending down her seized her lips with his teeth, and then kissed her hard. The kiss was electric and again Thomas knew that without the tension in her arms, tied as they were, and without the taut, frightened posture Zehra lay in he would not be sharing such a passionate kiss.

Well there was that, but the firm satisfaction of knowing he meant every word that he had spoken had something to do with his pleasure. He would do it, if he needed to, but already he was realizing that he probably would not. Whether his words or actions, Zehra was rapidly responding, while her heart had been racing all the while, she now looked afraid, and her breathing was rapid enough to match the pulse of her heart. Her limbs shook furiously, and her eyes were wide, it seemed all the signs of fear and arousal were crossing and mixing. Now that they understood each other, Thomas again took to squeezing her full breasts with both his hands as he moved between her legs powerfully. His lips still held hers, demanding that she kiss him, and accepting each of her moans with a growl of his own. Thomas could feel the tension building inside of him, soon enough he would be pleased, and he wondered if Zehra had thought about the deposit he would soon be making inside of her warm womb. Although, he knew he wasn't ready for a baby, it still would be fun to make her think he was.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Her lips parted and her eyes widened as she watched the malice glitter in his eyes as he threatened to fuck her repeatedly. His vicious smile and the way he was enjoying her fear and reluctance chilled Zehra to the bone. It was hideous, the way he was taking what he wanted from her and talking himself into the absolute belief that this was not rape. She was tied, pinned and had been given no choice in the matter. That he had clearly done this enough times to be skilled enough to force her body to respond did not absolve Thomas in the slightest as far as Zehra was concerned. His logic was twisted. He was an intelligent, highly trained man in the peak of physical fitness. Thomas was also injured and brain damaged, saying things that made no sense and acting with purpose but no real sense of morality.

Thomas Fox had no past and little hope of a peaceful future or a long life; nothing whatsoever to lose. It was not all that surprising that he was being reckless and selfish.

His pace was becoming more frenzied as his powerful body pounded his cock into her with such force and depth that it left her too breathless to protest. She strained against her bonds and at that moment, not even Zehra could have said whether she was struggling or urging him on.

It made no difference that he had taunted and threatened her, that he was taking her by force or that he was fucking her so hard and deep. Zehra was suddenly cumming all over his cock, arching and bucking beneath his weight as a high, despairing cry was wrung from her. It was far stronger than any orgasm she had achieved through masturbation and the discomfort she was in simply kicked it up another gear.

 

[The_PG]

The cry of shock, surprise, and delight nearly surprised Thomas as much as it seemed to register Zehra's emotion. Everything he had done or was doing was based solely of intuition and his own feelings, he didn't know that she would react like this, this strongly, but he had a very strong feeling that she would. It was just a feeling though, and the surprise that it actually happened sent a thrill of delight straight down his spine and into the pit of his belly. From there it spread like wildfire through his groin, chest, and to all the extremities of his body. He came with a loud grunt, and several more followed with each wave of pleasure that washed over him. Pleasure in the vice that held his cock, the feeling of her wet, gushing insides rubbing him so firmly, pleasure in the way he had forced her to respond to him and taken exactly what he wanted. The mixture washed over him again and again before slowly ebbing away and leaving a melted soup inside of his veins.

Slowly his heart rate slowed, and his breathing returned to normal. He hadn't yet moved from his place between Zehra's legs. His cock was taking it's time to return to normal size, but eventually it slipped out and Thomas was faced with a decision of what do next. He looked once at Zehra and saw a sort of fearing, humiliated look in her eyes that enjoyed very much for some strange reason. He knelt on the bed with his cock hanging over her face and quickly took the bindings off the headboard, but he left them tied on her hands. Then he slid into a sitting position with his back against the head board and continued to stare at her for several minute. She was really quite beautiful, her skin was deeply tanned and exotic, her eyes still gave life to his cock whenever he glanced at them. Her body still shook slightly, and between her legs there was a slight glow from the juices that were slipping from between her legs.

Finally he looked back to her eyes and spoke softly, "You can shower if you'd like, but first," He smiled slightly and ran a finger over her shoulder to her cheek, "Look at me, tell me you didn't like it." He stared at her eyes hard for a moment or two, reading everything that he could behind them before he grinned. "I thought so," He watched her stand silently, and make her way towards the bathroom, admiring her shapely ass and long legs as she did so.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

She walked slightly unsteadily to the bathroom, wincing from the ache of her broken hymen and ravaged sex now that her orgasm had ebbed and left pain and humiliation behind. She thought about locking the door but as it wouldn't keep Thomas out for a split second, Zehra didn't bother. She sat down on the toilet and felt his cum ooze and drip from her body. Zehra looked down at the belt still securely fastened around her wrists, symbolising her inability to flee from Thomas until he let her go. She burst into hot tears of rage and shame.

She was totally, utterly shocked. Both at Thomas for raping her and herself for climaxing as he did so. What kind of sick, twisted creature was she?

Zehra got into the shower and stood under the water for a while, scooping out as much of the bloodstained mess Thomas had left inside her as possible. She would never forgive the bastard if he got her pregnant. She washed herself as best she could with her wrists tied and then returned to the bedroom with a towel clutched tight around her. She lay on the bed wordlessly, still wearing the towel and turned her back on his smug, sated face.

 

[The_PG]

Heading to the shower wasn't really meant to give Zehra a reprieve from his suddenly demanding self, but Thomas really didn't want to sleep in her blood if he didn't have to. He had changed the sheets while she was showering, and now stood up after she sat down, walking casually over to the bathroom without a glance back at Zehra was no statement either. He was already thinking ahead and paying her very little attention. The cell phone chip he had stolen would give him phone numbers, no names, but it was possible to get names from those numbers and then put the names to faces and maybe, maybe just then that would bring something back. He had not just one gun now, but two, and for some reason that made him feel invincible, he just knew that with the weapon there would be no way for him to die without first making someone very very sorry that they had tried and with two weapons? Forget about it. As the hot water washed over him he thought about their next move; they would be going to his house tomorrow and doubtlessly someone would be there waiting for him, to follow him, kill him, he would need all day to plan on how they could get into the house.

Meanwhile he would now have to deal with Zehra, he couldn't bring her with him, she might purposefully try to get him caught. At the same time he could just leave her free to roam and meet with him, she would definitely leave. Even leaving her locked up in the hostel room or trunk of the car would not work, there was always the possibility of someone coming to get help her. Unless... The blurry outline of an image passed through his head, then several more, lots of rope. He would need lots of it tomorrow, and then perhaps in due time she would decide she'd rather help him and he could trust her. Thomas dried himself carefully as he walked to the bed and fell in it besides Zehra, without a word he clicked off the light and fell into his sleep mode. Which he remained in for all of the night.

In the morning Thomas ordered breakfast and untied Zehra to let her dress and get ready for the day ahead, for he was pretty sure she wouldn't try anything directly under his eyes in a hotel room. They ate in silence, packed in silence, drove in silence, and only once they got to the first place where Thomas needed to stop did he speak to her, "If you say a word to anyone... I will leave you or shoot you, either way you'll be dead." He meant it to, and then with a slight tug they walked hand in hand into the Hunting Supplies store. Thomas bought binoculars, hunting jackets, a hunting rifle and ammo, rope, a small seat and several rolls of non-reflective tape. He could see the confusion in Zehra's face as they drove back to the hostel, and walked back to their room, but he said nothing.

Once in the room he tossed the bag of stuff on the bed and turned to Zehra, "Strip and stand at the foot of the bed, and don't forget to use the bathroom, I am not going to fuck you." She stood there, shocked obviously, and probably calling him all sorts of names in her head, "Now." It only took two steps towards her that she began, once she finished, Thomas kicked her clothing to the side. He stood besides her holding a roll of the thick rope, his brow furrowed in concentration momentarily before he began tying. Soon the rope became an impressive web that wrapped around her breasts, and sent three cords between her legs, one between her sex with a small knot on it, and all around her other extremities. Then Thomas laid he down on the bed and tied each wrist and ankle carefully to the four corners of the bed; he also intertwined each connecting rope with the rope on her body so that any shift would tighten the rope quickly. "I can't have you come with me yet, you'd still try to leave. I can't leave you anywhere without you leaving and getting killed. So i'm going to tie you up and leave the 'Do Not Disturb' sign up on the door. Now, for the last piece..." Reaching into his pocket Thomas removed a handkerchief and shoved it into her mouth, he looped a piece of cord around her head and mouth several times before tying it off smartly.

"I'll be back soon, enjoy," Before Thomas left he gave one of the rope an experimental tug, and he could see right away that the knots in the rope through her pussy dug into the sensitive flesh and the one just above her clitoris rubbed it harshly. It was just an experiment, something that had come to him in the shower the night before, a way to keep her mind off of escape. Now he had some work to do. He figured four or five hours was the longest he'd leave Zehra alone, the drive into the city was thirty minutes alone, so he was down to three or four hours of observation. He started far away from his home address and used the powerful binoculars to scout out the buildings across from his own, before selecting the least likely to be occupied by 'them.' Then he moved to this building and repeated the procedure until he had not only found the best unguarded observation spot, but also had spotted two of the guard buildings. Next he focused his attention on his own building, planning entry and exit routes, and escape routes in case anything went badly. By the time he had finished it was time to go back to the hotel. The small notebook he filled with his planning went into his pocket before he drove back.

Upon arrival Thomas was pleased to see the door to his room still closed, and there were no officials outside to greet him. Still he was cautious, his gun out, and at the ready as he entered the room, it quickly went into his jacket pocket as he found no one but a strangely sweating, and panting Zehra. "Enjoying yourself?" He asked in a sarcastic tone, but one that wasn't really evil, it was just sarcastic because it was supposed to be sarcastic.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

There had been something erotic in the process of restraining her and Zehra had watched with fascination as the knots formed under Thomas' dexterous fingers and her body was spread and bound as he wished. There was not much slack or scope for a great deal of movements and her attempts to shift slightly as he worked and cause the bindings to be as loose as possible were thwarted at every turn. He didn't rebuke her, it seemed he found the added challenge of keeping a close eye on her movements amusing. Zehra kept eye contact with him to a minimum, lying like a doll as he worked on her.

Because she was so petite, Zehra's hands and feet were lifted from the bed slightly and the only parts of her that rested against the sheets were her ass and head. Zehra was concerned about the gag but by that time, there was nothing she could do about it. It was only as Thomas prepared to leave her that she realised the implications of his decision to bind her like this. He was being hunted by highly trained killers and she was being abandoned at the last place he had stayed. Not only that but she was immobilised and giftwrapped for any nefarious assassin who happened by. The fear caused her nipples, which were sitting on breasts that were encircled and lifted slightly by rope ties, to harden and become more sensitive. A pulse answered between her legs, where she could feel a knot against a pussy that was still sore from his assault on it the night before. Her eyes were pleading, Zehra did not want him to leave her here. Thomas was implacable however, though his eyes kept roaming over his handiwork as he gathered his things and laced his shoes.

The hours he was out for were long, stressful and boring. She wondered if he was ever going to come back. Housekeeping had been outside, commenting incomprehensibly on the sign he had left. Zehra had yelled into the gag, rearing up against her bonds and trying to make herself heard. They passed on however and then everything went quiet. Rearing up had jammed her pussy down against the rope though and the knot was pushed up against Zehra's clitoris. She arched her back and bucked her hips a little, exploring the possibilities. The knot felt rough against her clit and she realised that the rope between her legs was damp from her pussy.

Having her hands and feet slightly raised was making them go numb and Zehra found that moving as much as she could alleviated this somewhat. The bed creaked and shifted as she wriggled around and discovered that with a little coordinated movement, she could pleasure herself against the knot - which was clearly as Thomas had intended when he placed it there. She bucked and writhed, moaning into her gag as her pleasure built.

The orgasm, when it came, was made more forceful by her immobility. It crashed through her and Zehra could do nothing but arch slightly and cry out into her gag. There was another difference though, one that made her muffled cries higher pitched and tinged with disappointment and dissatisfaction. After losing her virginity the night before and the way Thomas had fucked her and made her cum, Zehra felt empty for the first time. Her swollen, sore pussy flexed on air, expelling more juice than was usual for her. An aching need throbbed inside her, overlaying the pain and it was somewhere up inside her violated sex, a deep yearning to be filled again that would not be silenced by her shame and anger over what Thomas had done to her.

After that she dozed a little, plagued by fitful dreams of Thomas assaulting her, mocking her, pinning and fucking her. Sometimes she fought him, other times she welcomed him, matching him thrust for thrust as her pussy unconsciously ground down onto the sodden rope between her legs, sending shockwaves of pleasure and arousal through her as she drifted from one fevered dream to the next.

"Enjoying yourself?"

The words sliced through her head, jolting Zehra abruptly into consciousness. She opened her eyes and glared at Thomas warily, relieved that he had bothered to return for her but pissed off with him all the same.

"What else is there for me to do?" She snapped. "You have been gone for hours." She stretched a little but her hands and feet were completely numb now. Her back and neck ached and even though she had not left the bed, the constant arousal and movement had left her feeling drained and exhausted.

 

[The_PG]

Unknowingly Thomas had used the ropes to tie her arms and legs separately from the rest of her body, so as he loosened the bonds that held her ankles and wrist to the bed frame she sprung loose, but the ropes around her breasts, neck, crisscrossing her flat stomach, and arching between her legs remained in place. He tossed fresh sheets on the foot of the bed that he had got from a pair of smirking house keepers, thinking that they knew exactly what was going on in the room. Thomas then removed his jacket, shoes, and loosened the collar of his shirt. He gave Zehra a careful look over to make sure she really hadn't been too hard, and was forced to laugh a little at the look of shock and indignation on her face when he left the ropes wound tightly around her body. Then he sat down at the lone table in the room and pulled the notebook he had used to make notes and a rough sketch of the area around his apartment. Coming up with a plan for all this would take sometime, and that was really all Thomas had at this point, so he was going to think this over carefully and make sure everything went right on the first go around. He began to slowly immerse himself in the plan and information he had been able to obtain.

These men were well trained and probably knew much more about him then he even knew, that would work to his advantage because he would do things they were not expecting. Unless, of course, he came up with the exact ideas he would use if he was his normal self, whatever that was. A second glance over at Zehra gave him cause to smile once again, her numb hands were not cooperating as she tried to undo the knots that kept the ropes in place on her body. They were all on her back, and that would take a very dexterous person to undo, even if they weren't numb from being tied for so long. His focus quickly drifted back to the plan at hand, one thing he was quite certain of was the large resources these men had. That meant they would have back ups, and back ups for those back ups. They would have twenty-six plans, a through z. That meant Thomas only had one shot, once he screwed their plan a, he wouldn't have the time to thwart plan b or c, or d... And so and so forth. This would be tricky for one person, going in there right off the bat was out of the question, the building would be surrounded in seconds and sealed more tightly then a vault. That left creating a distraction...

For a third time Thomas looked over at Zehra, this time she was laying almost completely still. Almost, her thighs, they were slowly clenching and relaxing and little tears were beginning to form under her eye lashes. Silently he stood and crossed the short steps to the bed, where he sat down and held his hands up as she started. "Wait, relax," He gave a soft, friendly smiled and turned her around carefully so that he could get at the ropes on her back. He slowly began undoing the knots, one by one, like snakes they slipped from her body. The last one was a double loop through her legs, up to her shoulders, and back through her legs. It had the knot in it, and as Thomas slowly pulled it loose the rough rope slithered through her wet, raw, sensitive insides. He heard the catch in her breath and through the mattress he could feel the shivering of her thighs. The knot suddenly tangled and caught right above her slit, before she could remove it Thomas snaked his arm around her waist and slowly adjusted it so it slid right out. He had to get close as his lips brushed along her neck, "Zehra... I'm sorry... I lost myself... I did not mean some of the things I said last night, most of them, all of them. I just lost myself." Without realizing it his hand was gently tracing along her pelvis, slowly sliding back down. "I found my apartment, they're watching it, but we'll have answers soon. I promise, and when I feel like it's safe... You'll be free to go. Okay?"

 

[VelvetDarkness]

She had never heard such a gentle, wheedling tone in his voice. Thomas spoke as though he was placating a small child and expected to be trusted without question. Zehra was not a small child however. She was the shellshocked young woman he had abducted, raped, bound, abandoned and lied to. He was lying to her, his voice was all wrong. He would not let her go, she just knew it. The man was a machine and the cynical fucking bastard clearly thought this was the best way to manipulate her. His hand snaked down her pelvis and she actually rolled her eyes. Did he really think it took nothing more than a half assed apology and an empty promise and she'd want to let him fuck her again? After everything he had put her through and the reasons she had fled from Istanbul in the first place, the fact he was treating her like an idiot and a convenience really stung. Piling that on the long hours she had lain there at his mercy while he was miles away with not one thought for her safety broke through Zehra's fear of him and she got angry, flinching away from his lips on her neck as though they had burned her.

"Bullshit." She snapped, lifting his hand from her warm flesh. "Lost yourself? I wish you would fucking go and lose yourself. You meant those words last night Thomas. They were you, they were really you - whoever you are - I could see it in your eyes and everything you did. You have no emotion, nothing, your eyes are like a dead man but last night... you were alive. You're trained in violence, a rapist and a liar. Maybe these people trying to shoot you are the fucking good guys! How can I believe anything you say? How can the hell can I trust you? What if those men had found me here, tied up like a present? You wouldn't have cared. I know you won't let me go while I can be useful to you but don't fucking pretend to care! It's not fair. It's sick."

Once again his expression was inscrutable. Zehra sighed angrily and turned away from him. She wasn't going to sit there like a doll while he ran through alternative tactics in his head. Fuck him.

She swung her feet out of the bed and stood gingerly on legs that were burning with pins and needles as her numbed extremities regained feeling. She stumbled determinedly to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her for good measure.

She wanted to believe that there was a good person inside Thomas somewhere but he did such a damn good job of hiding him. Zehra had had too long to lie around doubting him. Everything she knew about their situation was what he had told her, how could she know whether she was being deceived and manipulated? She could hardly wander up to the opposition and ask for some clarification.

She sighed and released the urine she'd been hanging on to for quite some time, flinching at the burning pain between her sore pussylips as the urine flowed over them. There were no tears, she was past them right now.

 

[The_PG]

Zehra was right about one thing, and it was pretty important. Thomas really had been alive last night, that was the him that had been lost when the bullet destroyed his memory. But she was also wrong, he really did care about her, and he really had lost himself, even if he had, ironically, found himself by loosing himself. He didn't want to hurt her, and he didn't want her to get caught. He would have been horribly distraught if she were caught while he was gone, and he had thought about her more then once while he was out scouting his apartment. It was just that he didn't know what else to do with her, she couldn't do anything useful, and she would get in the way... Or would she?

With a shake of his head and a sigh, Thomas turned back to his notebook and idly rubbed the hand he had placed on her leg. That had been stupid of him, no matter how aroused she had become because of the rope, he should have known she wouldn't want to that, in fact, he had been telling himself not to touch her. Why had he? Was that... The old Thomas, the real one, coming back, or was it... Or was he just as utterly confused as he thought he was? No, it was the real him, that was the truth; he wanted to fuck her again and he knew he would do it. Only, he hoped the next time he wouldn't have to rape her.

What was he saying? He growled and stared at the notebook, pouring himself into the plan. Whoever they were had two staging areas in the two apartment buildings adjacent to his. He hadn't found exactly which apartment, but he knew they did because the butlers were so young and smartly dressed, unlike the others on the street. Plus, the fact that they changed shift every few hours rather then working the whole day tipped him off. So two buildings, two apartments, six or eight men each, two three or four man teams. Perhaps one control team, two patrols, and one reaction team. That would make sense, once the patrols spotted him they would remain in place while the reaction team came after him, and then all three would close in at once while the control team monitored the situation. Now, how could he pull them out, force them to prepare their trap so that he would have enough time to search both buildings and hit the control team? The only bait he had was himself, and escaping the teams would be difficult, at best. Searching either of the apartments was out of the question while they were in standard operational mode... No, he had to make them ready the trap, and then hit them before they could spring it...

Just then the door to the bathroom opened and the solution seemed so simple. "Zehra," He said quickly, his voice had rapidly changed, now it was business like and commanding, "You're coming with me tomorrow. I've got a plan to get into my apartment and get some answers, but I need your help. Sit down and read over these notes, by tomorrow you need to know all of this plus the plan. Get dressed, you need to look over the scene before tomorrow as well, get a feel for the area and know the routes you are going to be taking," Thomas stood up and went towards the door, "I'm going to get the car. Meet me out front in two minutes." Then he was gone, hurrying to fetch the car and pull it out front. His mind was racing, put together the plan piece by piece, and doing so rapidly.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Zehra watched him march out the door and stood there, incredulous, hugging a towel around her protectively. So she had been right then, Thomas did not care about her and now he was going to pay her the courtesy of being outwardly indifferent. She wondered bitterly if this new MO of his would keep him from raping her again that night but it was highly unlikely. Thomas Fox enjoyed rape, it was one of the few incontrovertible facts she knew about him. Her stomach twisted in fear, apprehension and disgust. How long would she remain shackled to this sick, evil man?

It dawned on her belatedly that he had told her to be downstairs in two minutes. Zehra was in no mood to become part of his plans and she deliberately lingered, dressing with care and combing out her long wet hair before checking the life or death essentials in her bag and wandering down to the car nonchalantly, cursing Thomas with every step she took towards him.

She opened the car door and threw herself into the passenger seat with bad grace, refusing to look at him. All those hours she had lain there on that bed and now he was taking her to the same places he had already been. The man was so random, fucking unhinged. She wondered idly if she would have the opportunity to give him away to his enemies and then make her own escape. Why should she care what happened to him after what he had done to her? He clearly couldn't care less about her.

 

[The_PG]

Thomas ended up being stopped, and stopping on his own several times before he managed to get the car from it's parking spot to the front of the hotel. So when Zehra arrived minutes after him he payed no attention to it. He did notice her attitude and felt momentarily guilty about it all, enough to cause him to look away and shake a little bit. It was a horrible churning feeling inside of him; if that was the kind of man he was, what else could he do? Murder children? Torture the elderly? Obviously he could rape the defenseless. It took several minutes of driving with a heavy foot before the feeling left him and he could concentrate on the plan at hand. He couldn't use the same apartment that he had used previously, but he needed to find one near enough to it so that Zehra could see what he had seen before. There was one such building, but he had not used it the first time because something had not felt right when he had scouted it out and he was still unsettled about it. In the end he passed it several times from within the car, while looking for a parking spot, before walking up to the awfully lit building with Zehra in tow.

"Is there access to the roof?" Thomas asked in French that came to him easily, though knew not how. In his hand there was a twenty euro bill, more then enough to tempt the old, toothless doorman. He smiled, nodded his head, and pointed to the stairs after opening the door.

Because of his ill feeling Thomas opted for the stairs, there was nothing worse then being trapped in the steel box of an elevator, so they walked together to the top of the building in silence. On the roof Thomas was careful to keep low until they made it to the edge, there he sat on the rough tar and pulled a small mag light, his notepad, and a pair of binoculars from his coat pockets. The gun was tucked away in his waistline too. "This," He said, pointing to the map on his notebook, "Is that building." He lifted his arm and pointed to an elegant white building with marble creatures on top of it, it was several stories taller then the one they were in, "My apartment. These two buildings," Again he pointed from the notepad to the two daunting black buildings on either side of the street from his apartment, "Are where they are hiding. Tomorrow we are going to pay someone to walk with you up to my building, we'll put a cap on his head and give him a wig. They'll think it is me and prepare their trap. Together, the two of you will go directly up to the roof of my building. There, you split up. He will go down the fire escape and you will remain on the roof. Hide somewhere good."

According to his plan, the other man would be caught, these guys would definitely have the fire escape covered and by then their trap would have almost been sprung, "I'll give you one of the guns, too. But you won't use it until they are very close to you, or at all, if you can help it. While you two distract them I will be finding which of these two buildings they are really in, and I'll take them out... If I don't... They won't come after you, wait until it's dark, then use the steps to get out of the building. You'll know where the car is, it'll have the money, everything. Destroy my papers, take the money, and stay low for a few years. Don't buy too many pretty dresses with that money until some time has passed, you understand? Now," Thomas carefully pulled the gun from his waist band and took the other out of his pocket, he handed the smaller of the two to her, "How does that feel?" He asked, "Compared to this?" He switched the guns in her hand until she picked one. Then he ejected the clip and live round, "These are simple Zehra. This is the safety, off," He flicked the button down, "On," Then he flicked it up. "You'll have two clips. To reload, you eject the spent clip," He depressed the button, "And slam the new one home. Then pull back the slide until it clicks, like this."

Carefully he ejected it all again and handed the gun back, "Try it. Learn how to do it in your sleep. It could save your life." Once again that sick feeling was returning to Thomas, he wasn't sure if she could see it on his face, but he certainly could feel it deep in his gut. He wanted to apologize again, but after everything he'd done and said, it just wouldn't be enough and like this morning... It might even make things worse. He watched her fingering the gun, familiarizing her self with it, her beautiful eyes and smooth skin, he was sorry he had brought her into this, but so glad he had at the same time. It was like a double sword really, and sometimes Thomas could convince himself he wasn't the monster from last night, but other times... He could see it just as easily as his reflection in the mirror.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

She took the gun from him and held it as though it might spontaneously combust. It was heavier than it looked. She copied the things he had done to load it but slowly and clumsily. It was an effort to hold the gun up with one hand and her slender wrist trembled a little until she got used to the feel of it.

"So you want me to go in there with a total stranger and walk into their trap?" The angry edge should have back in her voice again but she kept her tone light and flippant. "Why should I do that Thomas? I don't want to walk into their trap. They will take me and demand you to surrender and then you will get in the car and fuck off. I die and you go alone with better chances. Nobody alive to say anything about you. You think I am stupid or something?"

She took the safety off the gun, levelled it at him and stepped out of his reach all in one fluid movement while he was drawing breath to reply. It felt so good to get the rise on him for just one moment.

"Tell me why I don't shoot you now and take the money anyway?" Her voice shook a little and she swallowed hard.

Thomas regarded her for a moment, her wide eyes and trembling hands coupled with a look of longing and hurt that meant she wanted to believe in him. He smirked and tossed his gun aside theatrically, clearly intending to reason with her and not believing himself to be in real danger. Zehra was insulted by his confidence and her hands shook as she put light pressure on the trigger experimentally. He saw the movement and lunged for her but Zehra squeezed the trigger hard. The force of the shot made the gun buck in her hands and the bullet hit the muscled flesh of his outer thigh, grazing it. Thomas's weight shifted and his knees half buckled, just like a guy in a spaghetti western. This was surreal. There was no pain in his expression, he really was not human.

Zehra stepped away again, pointed the gun firmly at his chest and tightened her grip on it. Now she was trembling everywhere except her hands. There was only one way to stop those men from following her and that was to leave behind the dead body they were after. She glared at Thomas and saw only the horrible things he had done to her as she squeezed the trigger again before she lost her nerve.

 

[The_PG]

The pain in his leg was surprisingly numb, but what numbed it so easily totally surprised Thomas. It was the feeling of her betrayal, something he couldn't really have fathomed at this point, somewhere he must have thought he had beaten her down enough to think what was happening would be impossible. However, the second bullet was not numb, it hurt as it split open his flesh and burrowed into one of his ribs, the force of the shot knocked him over onto his back and cracked his skull against the hard tar coated roof. Everything went dark immediately.

Misty shapes began to float around, a dream of someone chasing him, through a boat, yelling for him to stop, but he couldn't understand the voice until he realized it was going backwards. He was walking backwards, running backwards, then there was a door, and it opened. Darkness. Pain. Thomas rolled to his side with a cry as his chest screamed in agony as his thigh answered in kind. He blinked a few times before narrowing his eyes and sitting up despite the pain, his fingers gingerly searched the wound on his chest and found it to be small, and the bleeding was light. The same with his thigh. It was only luck and the fact that it was the lighter of the two guns that had saved his life, he tried to stand and only was able to prop himself up against the wall. The effort made him dizzy and sweaty, "That... Bitch." Finally the anger exploded and for the next five minutes, the time it took him to reach a cab down below on the street the anger was able to kill the pain. He gave the driver the name of the hotel and a fifty euro note, "Hurry, fifty more if you get me there in ten minutes." He closed his eyes and grimaced as the cab shot into the busy traffic. He doubted Zehra would be there, but he needed a place to fix himself up before he went looking for her or tried to do anything else, and if she were there, well... Then it would be her most unlucky day.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Zehra watched him fall and the light go out of his eyes. She was too scared to approach him and check for vital signs, she just wanted out. The gun had been fitted with a silencer but the shots had seemed loud to her and she did not want to hang around for someone to call the police.

She raced to the ground floor and then slowed and tried to get her breath back as she stepped out of the building, quickly but nonchalantly walking back to the car. The money and other things were there, including Thomas's recently acquired passport. Zehra drove out of the city in a random direction. Her plan was to put some miles between her and Paris before paying cash for a motel room and laying low while she switched cars and burned every piece of paper related to Thomas Fox.

Zehra spoke no French but she wasn't overly concerned as most people spoke a word or two of English. She took the fastest road out of town and watched the sky darken as she drove. She had no clue what the time was but when it had been dark for a couple of hours she started keeping an eye out for hotels. She eventually found one on the outskirts of Rennes. She paid cash for a room and parked the car a good 20minute walk away. She pulled everything out of the car and then set light to it, walking away briskly as it started to burn in the corner of a semi-deserted lot.

Zehra returned to the twin room and dumped everything onto one single bed before climbing fully dressed into the other. She picked up Thomas's passports and flicked over the various pictures of his face. There were different hairstyles, colours and levels of tanning but it was all the same nameless guy. She had not wanted to leave anything in the car and now she was unwilling to light a fire in the hotel room. She pulled up a corner of the linoleum in the bathroom and prised up a floorboard before stashing Thomas's documents underneath it. Tommorrow she would destroy them properly. It was a ground floor room so she could escape through the window if necessary. The gun she had shot Thomas with lay under her pillow and the second clip was tucked between the mattress and bedframe. Zehra had a chair propped against the door handle and she lay there quietly, too strung out to close her eyes. Every slight sound put her on edge and it was a good few hours before exhaustion finally conquered her and she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

She thought about Thomas as she lay there, clutching her gun, terrified he might burst through the door. Sometimes he had seemed like a good man but... there was definitely evil, violence and malevolence in him. Those were the real truths about him, the undeniable facts. The times when he had been nice to her were most likely an act to manipulate her, just has he had manipulated her to such a degree that she had enjoyed his callous rape of her virgin body. Her flesh broke out in goosebumps as the remembered how he had touched and taken her, bound her and used her. Zehra shook her head angrily and cursed her innocence and gullibility. She should never have trusted him for one moment, let alone allow him to drag her through Europe and attack her.

"Never again." She muttered in her native tongue. From now on, she was going to be an ice princess. Men were trouble. They were dangerous and led almost completely by their cocks. Her mother's trade had taught her that much. Zehra lay in the darkness and vowed to have nothing to do with any of them.

 

[The_PG]

Apparently something had gone wrong and "They" knew about it. All over Europe, but especially in France, Switzerland, Italy, Spain, Germany, Austria, Belgium, and Greece at hostels, hotels, and anywhere that had a fax machine the pictures of both Zehra Aziz and Thomas Fox came spewing out on pieces of sometimes fine, sometimes dirty, sometimes plain, and sometimes highly decorated pieces of paper. The caption read, "Wanted Alive. Reward $50,000 US Dollars Each." The small hotel on the outside of Rennes was run by a man who considered himself an honorable Frenchman who always upheld the law. He had his bus boys and maids go to every cash paying customers room with one excuse or the other to look at their faces. While in the mean time he looked through every passport that credit card paying customers had to hand over during their stay. One bus boy came back with wide eyes and a nervous twitch in his step, "Monsieur, monsieur, I found her! She is in room eleven!"

"You are sure?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Good job boy, you will have a portion of the reward then." The manager immediately called the number listed on the Wanted poster, and though he found it strange it wasn't the police national number, he assumed it was an office of the police headquarters in Paris or something like this. He quickly related all the information he had and was told to sit tightly, and do nothing.

Thomas had made it back to the hotel quickly, and he had not come in the front door. In fact he went in the same way Zehra had escaped beforehand, and he made sure to lock the door twice over so that no one could come in unannounced. He had bought some medical supplies and bandages, but he knew if the bullet was too deep inside of him he would have to go to a hospital, and it hurt like the devil so he was almost more certain that he would be dead quite soon anyways and it would not matter. After popping several Advil and waiting thirty minutes for them to take effect he sat on the closed toilet and opened his shirt. The shining blood threw him off momentarily, but then he saw a dull spot in the middle of the red skin and blood. The bullet had only gone a half-inch into the skin. Thomas quickly moved down into the tub and used the mirror from the wall to guide a pair of pincers over the bullet. With one rushed yank he ripped the bullet from his chest and immediately blacked out.

When he woke there was the smell of blood everywhere. He carefully washed the wound, mirror, and tub before bandaging the wound as best he could and then doing the same to the wound on his leg. Then the door was knocked, "Who is it?"

"Room service, may we have a word?"

"What is it?"

"Well sir, uhm, we are required to uhm, make sure all rooms are occupied solely by uhm, paying customers sir."

"I'm the only one in here."

"I do not doubt that sir, but if I could have a look..."

"No."

"Very well, I'm afraid you must allow me to enter or I will have to go and get the manager."

"Get him, and bring that paperwork that says you must enter. Or else don't bother coming back."

Thomas could only assume his picture was being circulated, somehow... How would they have gotten it? With a wince he hurriedly packed the few things he had and left the way he had come, but before leaving he propped one of the sturdy wooden chairs against the door handle, just to give him a bit more time. If they had his picture... Surely they would have Zehra's? Unless they only had an old one of his, from his past. He had to find out... Out front at a kiosk he bought a hat and pulled it down over his face, he strolled quickly up to the front desk as the manager and bus boy left to head to his room. He passed by the front desk rapidly, walking towards the rest room, and was able to spot the Wanted poster. his shot was definitely older, from his past, but Zehra's was blurry and had been enhanced by computers, so it was probably from one of the security cameras at the train station. He altered course from the bathroom and promptly left, that meant they knew she was his accomplice, and that meant they would take her too, but how could he find her?

After hailing a taxi he gave them directions to the same building on which he had been shot. Then he paid the driver to wait with him in the car, it wasn't long before six men in dark suits came out of one of the two apartment buildings he had been watching. They separated into two groups of 3, and were joined by a fourth each as two drivers arrived driving black Mercedes Benz. "One hundred euros to you my friend, if you can follow those two cars. One hundred more when we are finished." The driver nodded as began following the two cars, but then they separated, "The one on the left." Thomas said, since the one to the right was heading towards his hotel. Four. This would be tricky, four of them would be very tricky, but he had the element of surprise, for now.

The small hotel outside of Renne was out on an island really, surrounded by acres of nothing but farms and sparse forest. "Wait here," Thomas said to the driver, while laying another hundred on the chair and sliding out into the darkness. Three of the suites got out of the car and headed for the hotel, as soon as they were inside Thomas did not waste anytime. He slammed the butt of his pistol into the drivers window and stuffed his silenced pistol into the man's gut before pulling the trigger once, then once he had fallen across the seats he put another pullet into his forehead. Thomas moved inside then. He came in with his gun up and pointed at the head of the manager, "Where did they go, what room?" Eleven. Came the faint reply, Thomas hurried in the direction the frightened man had pointed, every step hurt, his vision swam and he had to stop twice before reaching the hallway where number eleven was. The door was opened and there was a suit standing in the hallway, his back was turned to Thomas. Again, Thomas didn't give him a chance, he knelt softly and carefully aimed his pistol, he fired twice. The spitting sound of the silenced bullet echoed oddly in the close hallway as the suite fell with a dull thud.

Inside there were muttered sounds and splashing. Thomas promptly shot the man with his arms around Zehra's neck where he was pushing her face into the toilet bowl, "Don't move!" He yelled at the last one while crossing the distance until he was directly in front of the suit, "Dumb fuck. You don't fuck with me!" The words came from nowhere, but they felt really good to say, Thomas kicked the man between his legs and slammed the butt of the pistol on the back of his neck as he bowled over. He gave Zehra a sad look, but immediately took out the keys to the cuffs that held her hands behind her back. He undid the cuffs and used them on the suit that was alive but unconscious, "There is a taxi out front. Hurry, take one of their guns, take their wallets, jewelry too, anything they have. The police will be here soon, where is the money, and my passports?"

Thankfully, for now, Zehra had put what had happened between them out of her mind. Thomas knew it was only temporary, but she obeyed his orders, probably because she could tell he had a corner of his eye on her at all times with the loaded gun in his hand. "Drag the bodies in here, good. Let's go," Thomas carried the unconscious suite on his back and they walked out the doors with their guns pulled. "Did you call the police?" Thomas asked the manager, who said no with Thomas's gun pointed at his chest, "Good. Wait fifteen minutes or I will kill everyone here, you understand?" He nodded slowly and Thomas hauled the suite outside and into the taxi, "One thousand euros, don't say a word. Zehra, tell him where you parked. Now." His threat might have kept the manager from calling the police for a few minutes, or seconds, but it would not make it to the fifteen minutes that Thomas had demanded, that much was for sure. Still this had been rather successful in Thomas's view. He had taken out three of Them, and he had one he could question later, "Hurry." He added to the cab driver, before turning to look at Zehra, who sat shivering in the corner. He wanted to scorn her, tell her it was her fault, but nothing came to mind. He just stared at her blankly, finally he whispered, "Are you okay? Can you drive?" Like a machine, that was all he felt like at this point.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

His whispered voice contained a gentleness she had not heard and while Zehra did not trust Thomas, she knew a knight in tarnished armour when she saw one. She told him where she had parked but her voice faltered a little as she confessed what she had done.

"Thomas..." She replied. "I burned the car. We have no car. I thought it would be better to take another one but I didn't go to a... " She tailed off as it became apparent that he was not listening. Thomas was thinking.

"I have the passport and money." She announced, waving them at him. A large chunk of the money was in her own bag but she had left more than enough for whatever his next move might be. He snatched the passport and examined it quickly before putting it in his pocket. Had he come back for the document or for her?

Zehra's expression clouded as she realised that she had probably not been a priority. She dared not make any suggestions as to what they did next and her mind was blank except for a dull ache of hurt and hatred for Thomas bloody Fox. She wished she had burned the damn passport as well, then she would know if he had any feelings for her.

 

[The_PG]

"What? Fuck, burnt," It was a slip of his usually controlled demeanor but Thomas had not expected Zehra to do something so, smart. He thought for a second and looked back at her with a softening gaze. "That was smart, but it would have been smarter if you already had another plan, how to get around..." He trailed off and decided to just not say anything, she might not, would not understand any of these things that suddenly came back to him. His focus slid to the cab driver, "Take us into Renne, drive us around... Go slowly..." About twenty minutes passed before he told the driver to stop, and had Zehra get out of the car with him. He handed the driver a roll of notes and watched him drive off. By now there was a long thin stream of blood snaking down the inside of his leg, and a steady, slow drip down his chest. The pain was numb though, and easily born, he waited until the taxi driver was gone before doing anything else. "Go knock on that door, see if the owner of this car," He pointed to an older car with a for sale sign hanging from the inside, "Is ready to sell for five thousand... Tell him we need the keys now, and if he refuses thank him politely. I'll hot wire it."

Thankfully the old french man needed the money and he handed over the keys without complaint. Thomas sat in the back with the handcuffed suit and kept an eye on him while Zehra drove them back towards Paris. When Thomas saw a "rooms for rent" sign he had Zehra pull over to the old building. It was an old fashioned place and they did not have a scanner, nor were they a registered hostel, Thomas rented a room for the night and had Zehra carry their bags before following with the suit through the side door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the room to find her fidgeting, but there, mostly the breath was for being able to drop the heavily muscled suit onto the ground with a thud. "Look in my bag, scotch tape," Once she tossed it to him Thomas carefully bound the suits ankles, wrists (taking the cuffs off), and mouth with the thick gray tape. He stood up then and walked towards Zehra slowly, "Zehra, give me the gun. Now." It wasn't a question, and Thomas already had his gun in hand.

She gave it to him, albeit reluctantly, he could tell, and just before he was able to say anything the suit on the floor gave a deep groan. Thomas looked down at the suit with a menacing glare, "Zehra, go into the bathroom and shut the door. Take a shower, freshen up, whatever, but stay in there until I tell you to come out." He would have prefered to take the suit in there, but he could trust her to leave and while he could tie her up he also preferred not to frighten her anymore then necessary. He would have to be careful not to spill the suits blood, but already he knew that he knew a way to make people hurt without bleeding them.

After she left Thomas turned to the suit and ripped the tape of his mouth slowly, "You make a sound, you know what can happen." He said calmly once the last strand came off. The suit said nothing, he only stared back. "Why are you hunting me?" Thomas started off with this question because he had already found the man's credentials and they were crap, part of the French government national service or other. A phony department, a cover for something bigger and more sinister.

"You failed, you never fail."

"I failed, what did I fail?"

"Your mission,"

"That's redundant, I could have guessed that, what mission?"

The suit looked up with wary eyes, "How could you not know, it was the most important mission of your life. It never happened."

"My life... I've done others."

The man gave a guffaw of laughter, "Others? You are the best... Omega."

The word hurt. The name, it hurt Thomas. His head felt like it was breaking into a million sharp pieces as that word lanced through the soft tissue of his brain. "Ah!" He cried out, cringing and holding his head as if that would help any, but Thomas had not a healing bone in his body. "What..." He grunted, "Did you call me?"

"You are The Omega. The beginning. The first, the best, they said nobody could beat you."

That word... He could hear it echoing in his head, but the suit wasn't saying it. Someone else was... Someone was telling it to him over and over again, "Omega... Omega... You are the Omega. Nothing else. The Omega... You are the first... The best... The Omega." The voice was deep, old, a bit shaky, a bit angry.

"They, who are they, who are you working for?"

"I can't say-"

Thomas cut him off with a stiff jab of his thumb right into the man's neck, cutting the blood flow slowly and digging into his jaw bone and hurting like the devil. "Stop, I can't, stop! I can't... I don't know..."

"You know something," Thomas shot back, his thumb wiggling so it dug in a bit deeper. The suit could feel it depressing his bone, slowly bending it, it would snap soon, he just knew it would.

"Okay! Okay! All I know is a building... A street name... 22nd & Market. In Philadelphia, we went up, pretty high, about the fiftieth floor. That is where I was briefed, they are the ones that sent me after you."

Once that was said and done the suit would not give up his brothers in arms. Thomas spent an hour testing all of his nerves and pressure points, eventually he broke, Thomas got a few things from him, just history, names, things he could use once he planned the next attack. The last thing the suit had whispered was a name, "Frank... Frank Watson... That's his name, that's the one." While not as intense as the name Omega, Frank Watson had sent hammers blindly swinging through Thomas's skull and the pressure now was almost unbearable. Images swirled in his head, the faint outline of a face and a hollow voice, the same that had said everything about Omega, "I'm Frank Watson. Welcome to the Program... Omega..." Then it would go into a rerun of the Omega over and over. Soon it became a blur until there was Frank Watson, still featureless, leaning over a coffee, "She's your first priority Omega. Get to her, make her squeal, she'll tell you everything." Then a second later he was in bed with that women, the same redhead that had brought on his feelings for Zehra.

With a violent shake of his head Thomas stood up, and immediately sat down upon the bed, "Zehra, you can come out..." He spoke softly, "Help me drag him into the bathroom. We'll put him in the shower." First he put more tape around the suits mouth and then he helped Zehra drag him into the shower and closed the curtain behind him before sitting down heavily on the toilet. His head hurt so badly, "Get me medicine... Head hurts..." He grunted, she did, "Get needle, thread, from bag..." He opened his shirt by the time she returned and was busy cleaning the wound, "Sew... Here," He walked her through slowly, the small pokes were nothing and though it was crudely done she had him sewed up in an hour or so. By then the Advil had reduced everything but his headaches to a dull ache, in his head the pain was still sharp and those scenes kept repeating.

While Zehra was sewing it had been the redhead he saw most of all, and Frank Watson telling him that she needed to squeal, and tell them everything. When Zehra turned to leave the bathroom he snatched her wrist and slid the cuffs he had taken from the suit onto her tanned skin. The other end was already around his thick wrist, "Don't even bother complaining..." Thomas said, as the pain in his head increased and so did the images, the smell of Zehra's skin seemed to just make them ooze through his mind, "I need you and you need me." Together they fell onto the bed, "And right now I need you for this." Without waiting for a reply he pressed his lips against hers and shot his free hand down her waistband, roughly rubbing against her pelvis. The pulsing in his head immediately began to ease and the images faded, replacing them were Zehra's very real, and very frightened facial expressions.

 

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It had been horrible, sitting in the bathroom while Thomas had tortured his abducted henchman. It had been clear that the man was in terrible pain, even though Thomas was forced to keep the guy from yelling the place down. Zehra had sat by the door and forced herself to listen to every word. It sounded like Thomas was an assassin or military operative, the word 'mission' suggested something legitimately sanctioned by the US government. She did not understand the name 'Omega' but Thomas found it significant so she filed it away. Her heart sank as the man garbled the address in Philadelphia. Surely she wouldn't be dragged there as well?

When she finally opened the bathroom door, Zehra had been preparing herself for a bloodbath but the man hardly had a mark on him. What the hell had Thomas been doing to him for an hour? There had been no heavy blows or kicks, she could not figure it out.

Sewing Thomas's wound had not been so bad and he had sat there without complaint. It had been surreal to know that the wound was there because she had shot him but he didn't bring that incident up. His face as always was a closed book and she was no further to finding out why he had come to her rescue or whether he had just needed the passport and cash.

She had flinched when he grabbed her arm. The cold steel had closed on her wrist and as Zehra had looked up at his face, she had seen it become animated again and she knew he was about to rape her again even before he had pulled her to the bed. She opened her mouth to protest but Thomas kissed her fiercely, pressing her into the bed with his weight and straddling her as one of his large hands moved straight to her groin. When he came up for air her free hand was against his chest, futilely trying to push him away.

"No! I don't want this. Not again. Don't do this again... " Zehra fell silent. He was staring at her hungrily, relishing her words and drinking in her fear. How could she be so stupid? The man enjoyed rape.

She pulled on the cuff, trying to squirm around and get her small hand through it.

 

[The_PG]

The first time he had done this both Thomas and Zehra had been surprised, but this time neither of them were. So her resistance was much more coordinated and effective, but at the same time Thomas knew exactly what to do; first he flipped Zehra onto her back and used the cuffed wrist to twist her arm back and up towards her neck. The pain alone was excruciating, and would make her forget about what else he was doing. He first pushed her face into the soft pillow, burying her screams in the soft cotton, and then he used his free hand to quickly pull down her pants and underwear. He threw them both off the bed. Next he pressed his knee between her legs to separate them, and his free hand quickly spread them the rest of the way.

Now his other knee was inside her legs, holding them open, and he was able to easily slide forwards; his cock was already hard and he easily could have slid inside her dry core. Not that she would care, but Thomas didn't want it to hurt, that much. His fingers deftly slipped between her legs and after going through the same dream with the Redhead over and over again he knew exactly where to place each of his fingers. This thumb pushed a half-inch into her butt while his middle finger slid into her core and his index finger stretched to rub back and forth across her clitoris. 'You know how to make her squeal,' That was what Frank had said in the dream, how the fuck did he know that? It was so confusing...

Doing this to Zehra was not confusing though, it took only a few minutes before the first few droplets of liquid began to actually slide down his middle finger and over his knuckles. "Wet already," He hissed, "Don't fucking lie to me again you cunt," Of all the things he had to threaten her about, it was odd that he might choose that over almost killing him, stealing his money, and shooting him. "I know what you are, and women like you love this." Now he stopped with his hands, and used his wet hand to coat his cock and jerk it once to make sure it was ready. He pressed the angry head against her slightly parted lips and pressed his whole weight forwards. They had been kneeling slightly, but now they were both on their stomach since they both only had one had to support their weight.

Thomas used his free hand to raise himself back to his knees while he pressed their linked hands back into Zehra's back and twisted her arm a bit higher and harder towards her neck to keep her face in the big fluffy pillow. Once up on his knees, but still fully inside of Zehra he began to move in and out. His free hand held onto her butt tightly and was used to pull her back slightly with every powerful thrust that came from his thighs. He didn't say anything. The warmth and tightness that filled his body was nothing in comparison to the feeling of the dull throbbing in his head and painful squeezing his skull leaving his body, to not feel those two crushing things was a feeling of bliss unsurpassed by even the sexual tension that grew between his legs. Everything was quiet. Finally, "Thank you..." He whispered, but just then she slipped from his grasp and with his hand cuffed to her an idea came to his mind, smirking, he dug his thumb into her asshole and slid about an inch past his first knuckle so he could curl his thumb and grip her ass firmly. He felt her immediate reaction and laughed savagely, "Like that, don't ya?" His lips were close to her neck, so he nipped it slightly, and then used his teeth to hold part of her skin out while he licked it teasingly. The steady thudding of his pelvis into her butt began to fill the room, broken only by her dull moans and his deep grunts. With each thrust he slowly relaxed the pressure on her back, but kept the tensity on her twisting arm, he didn't want to smother her, but he didn't want her to move much either. Just enough to breathe... Once in awhile.