Hot daze, explorations and suspire.

[jushorny]

Jake

The waitress was doing her best to flirt, actually doing quite a good job at it. I guess I just wasn’t in the mood, as hard as it was for even me to believe. Most any other time I would have been all over this sexy little thing, but I could not get Tierney out of my head. I had to admit the waitress had one of those bodies that I craved to feel and taste, why do women such as her always appear at the most inopportune time?

The ringing of my cell jolted me from my thoughts. It was Alex, informing me that there had been a delay. I could hear the concern, anxiety, and frustration in his voice. Alex had finally come to the realization that it would be better if he were not in the middle of the rescue, that he should be back at the hotel. I know it would be difficult for him to sit and wait, to not be a part of it, but, like he confessed, it would be most difficult to restrain oneself, to maintain control.

I didn’t expect that he asked that I take his place. It was not where I wanted to be. I, myself, was fearful of what I might do once we found Tierney. I voiced my concern to Alex, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. I agreed to take his place and keep him informed of the rescue progress. I finished my dinner as quickly as possible, leaving a large tip along with a note for the waitress. I wanted Stacy to know I would be around for awhile, a man has to keep all options open.

I headed of to join up with the rescue team, wondering who they were, and how soon we could put the plan in action and complete the rescue.

 

[MrWolf1]

Jacob was still trying to take in all that had just happened. One moment he was looking into her eyes, trying to find the right words to speak how he felt. The next, he was pulled out the back door, her arms came around him, and every wonder and question he may have had was answered in a kiss that spoke volumes. He found himself pulling her close, tightly, a need to feel the warmth of her body growing. Her sweet tongue was tasted and touched by his own. His eyes peeked open in the midst of this passionate embrace, when he felt damp upon his cheek. Tears were flowing from her tightly shut eyes, dropping onto his face. Such a sight almost brought him to shedding them as well.

Then, they parted, her head upon his chest, her arms tight around him. Above her he lay his cheek to her hair. Within him his heart raced, hammering in purest joy. All fears and cautions were cast away, as he held her close. The light scent of her perfume whirled around him in the warm island breeze. His fingers comb softly through her hair, savoring the silk-like feeling. This was the moment he had thought wouldn’t happen, that he feared was not possible. Yet, here it was, the empty spot inside that had been vacant for so long, felt filled.

“Thank you, Shelly.” was all he could manage, his throat feeling clogged with emotion. He dearly wished he could live in this moment, with her. But, he had made a promise, gave his word, and he had never before broken it.

“Shelly, “ His voice soft, as a hand went to her cheek. Her eyes lifted to his, and he almost felt lost in them. “You told me about a kidnapping, yes? Of that Mrs. Davis. Well, her husband has asked for help finding her. He has hired my friends, the ones that helped with my sister.” His eyes lowered, before returning to her gaze. “And they have asked for me to go with them.” He knew her reaction would not be a good one, so he quickly followed it up, “…yet, there was only one reason that I agreed to go with them….the one that took her….is the same man that took my sister.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small slip of paper. Lifting her hand, he placed the paper into her palm. “When your shift is over, go to this address. It a small hotel just beyond the airstrip not too far from here. Go to the room number on there, I’ll be staying there until this is over with.” He held her hand, as his free hand caressed her face. “Please. I don’t want to be away from you again. After I have fulfilled my obligations, there will be no more leaving, no more partings. And I will come back!” He brought her close, until their lips were but a hairs breath apart. “Now that you have given me someone to come back to.” He smiled, before touching her tender lips with his own.

 

[Rockingham]

He shrugged his shoulders as he turned back to the video screen. Her face priceless, he wondered if he could get it plastered on a mug. That would be a wonderful christmas present, and every year or so he would send a mug to her, making her understand that forever she would be remembered in that position, in that form, being violated in so many ways and yet still loving it at the same time.

The door opened, and two men were already waiting for Tierney. Big black men, their biceps about as big as he waist. One of them gave a wonderful grin as the other began undoing his pants. They both looked ready, as if this were going to happen.

He spent the better part of his time using a washcloth to clean up the wine now dripping from him. A moment of anger was replaced by mild curiousity at what she now uncovered behind the door.

"If you close the door, and come sit by my side, they will not touch you," He called out, as he pushed play on the screen. Cries of ecstacy and pain came from the television. Those frozen tears that had taken permanent ground on her cheeks now continued to roll down, as he pushed deep inside her. Those eyes begged for mercy, and perhaps something more...

"I wanted to know what it was," He told her, "I wanted to know what else you were thinking. Yes, you were being raped, yes you wanted it to stop but what else. Don't you see it? oh, I wish you could come by my side and help me with this. There is something else there. Something hidden."

The two black men looked eager for her to come outside. As if they were held by some magical barrier, and once she crossed it she would be their's. All she had to do was step outside the door.

 

[FurryFury]

Tierney looked at the men outside the door her eyes getting large and even more fearful. She slammed the door and looked about the room for windows or other doors, seeing none she walked slowly back to where her deranged captor indicated.

The sound of her own pain and fear assaulted her ears. She ducked her head not wanting to look or hear such horrible things. It had been bad enough to go through but to relive it would be worse.

What could she do though? To leave was to be attacked by more men. If she stayed she felt she'd die but she couldn't, just couldn't handle being raped again by others, not now. Maybe when she felt stronger she could find another way or endure the torment but not now.

"I wanted to know what it was," He told her, "I wanted to know what else you were thinking. Yes, you were being raped, yes you wanted it to stop but what else. Don't you see it? oh, I wish you could come by my side and help me with this. There is something else there. Something hidden."

She looked around the room for something more potent to attack him with than wine. While she looked around the room she came and sat on the cushion as if she were going to do what he wanted.

"There is nothing else there." She said. "Why have you done this to me? What did I ever do to you to make you do this?" Tierney questioned her voice sounded hopeless and uncomprehending, her eyes fell on a fireplace poker.
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The headquarters of the task force that Alex had put together was in another island hotel in a room rented very expensively. In a short period of time the meeting room had been filled with phones, faxes, computers and movable walls.

There were maps and plans tacked the walls of the area they called the staging room.

A big guy Marvin Somner who looked like he never missed a meal was explaining the plan.

"The targets are in this warehouse. Our intel is that there are ten men and some women they keep there. There are also others who we believe are kidnap victims they have either kept for fun or haven't turned over to those who hired them or gotten ransom on yet. We are hoping Mrs. Davis is one of these people. If she isn't there we will have to question the men and women until we get the answers we need.

This picture is of the ring leader John Paktin. He is not to be killed. We may need to pry his secrets out of him later.

We will go in at 11:30, they should be asleep, drunk or engaged in other distracting behavior by then if they follow their normal pattern.

One team will go in the front. The other in the back. Two teams will surround the warehouse and wait so there are no rats escaping from this sinking ship. Does anyone have any questions?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly looked into his eyes and she saw the determination. She took the paper, and tucked it into her pocket. Her mind conjured up images of Jacob's sister and she shuddered. "I'm sorry... sorry for everything," she told him, kissing him once more.

"I'll go to the address, and I'll wait for you. Just be safe... I think I'm in love with you," the tears fell slowly down her cheeks and she swallowed the lump that seemed to be a constant barrier in her life since she had met him, one that she hoped would stop once they were able to be together forever.

She squeezed his hands, touched his face and whispered for him to hurry back, then she pressed her lips to his again, and made love to his mouth. Her whole body was wrapped in the kiss and she felt herself melt away into his embrace.

Once they separated she looked at his eyes, and smiled, "Go rescue her, and hurry home, I'll be waiting for you." She watched him leave and she returned to work, her heart lighter, and yet full at the same time.

 

[MrWolf1]

The light was growing faint as the sun set upon the western shore of the island. Every kind of orange and pink that any painter could think of streaked across the darkening sky. This is the horizon Jacob saw as he stepped from the cab, nodding at the already paid driver as he pulled away. Jacob hefted his duffel over his shoulder, he didn’t have much time to change before the meeting, but he didn’t care. The warmth from Shelly’s touch and kiss still lingered on his face. Running his tongue over his lips, he could taste the cherry lipgloss she had been wearing. His chest fluttered as he remembered her last few words….’…I think I love you.’…When he heard that, he had been speechless. Now he wished he had told her he had felt the same, but his voice had failed him. No matter, when he got back from this, he planned to not only tell her how he felt, but show her as well.

Suddenly, the watch on his wrist beeped. “Shit!!” he cursed, as he raced towards the main hotel building just before him. He was gonna be late.


Jacob could hear voices from the meeting area of the hotel has he approached the door. Still clipping the front clasps of the tactical vest that draped his torso, he reached for the door. As the light shined from within, so did a deep grumbling voice.

“….wait so there are no rats escaping from this sinking ship. Does anyone have any questions?”

Damn! I did miss something, Jacob thought. He hoped someone was taking notes as he carefully stepped inside. The room looked like an atlas had exploded, maps of every sort were stapled or taped to any available surface. Several tables were littered with mug shots and dossiers. Towards the back, one large table was surrounded by several people. Most were dressed the same as he, in military style gear. Others dressed as though they had an extensive account at the Men’s Warehouse. Two piece, three piece, even maybe six piece suits made them look like accountants. Jacob knew better though, he knew they were reps from the Outfit. The same agency he had once worked for. That meant that these ‘suits’ were probably the most dangerous people on the island at this moment.

The ‘Suits’ were forgotten as Jacob caught sight of some familiar forms. Even though they stood with their backs to him, he’d know them anywhere. When you went through hell and back with someone, you have a hard time forgetting them. These were the same dear friends that had helped him with finding his sister. The same one he had worked beside for so many years. Men and women of every shape and color, yet, they were family.

It was one of those that heard Jacob walking towards them. When the man turned back and saw Jacob, brilliant white teeth flashed in stark contrast with his dark mahogany skin. ‘Jacob!” he shouted, holding his hand out for a shake as Jacob stepped up.

“Hey, Huston.” Jacob replied as he took the black man’s hand. He was a bit shorter then Jacob, but much wider, and not a bit of it was fat. Bright green eyes flashed as he shook Jacob’s hand, patting him on the shoulder. His hair tied into tight corn rowed braids running from forehead to the back of his neck.

Huston’s greeting had pulled the others eyes from the man that had been talking, all of them stepping up to say hello to their old friend. Jacob felt a little self conscious about the attention, but he did enjoy being with these people again. They were his family.

“If we may continue.” spoke one of the Suits in a cold emotionless voice. It wasn’t a threat, but it was an order. Everyone returned to their positions right away, while Jacob found a spot next to Huston. He knew it was best not to speak about being late. He’d get the lowdown about what he missed later from the others, right now, it was time to get back into the old groove again.

 

[FurryFury]

The teams were given their final instructions. It was decided who would go with which team. Team Alf would blast in the front door. Team Balkie would blow in the back. Teams Carson and Dunkirk would surround the building so no one could escape.

 

[jushorny]

Jake

I was amazed when I arrived at the headquarters of the rescue effort. Alex Davis certainly knew how to hire the best and obtain all equipment to give the experts the best advantage. I sat down and listened, wondering what I was doing here. I did my best to understand the plan that had been put into place.

The gathering was slightly interrupted for a few minutes when someone by the name of Jacob arrived. It was clear to me he was one of them; he had been through similar situations with them. The man that had been explaining their plan was somewhat irritated as Jacob went over to another guy who must have been an old friend.

When Marvin Somner had finished he stepped over to me, introducing him, it seems Alex had already spoken to Marvin about my participation. Marvin explained I would be part of them team Balkie, the team that would take the back.

 

[MrWolf1]

THe larger man that had been explaining whatever Jacob had missed introduced a man named Jake. Seemed he was a friend of Mr. Davis, and would be with the team going in the back.

It was then that it was said that Jacob and his team would be Alf squad.

“Yes.” Huston murmured, then turning to Jacob. “Looks like we get to have all the fun.” His grin threatened to slice his head in half.

Jacob just smiled. Huston always did enjoy the more action oriented part of this job. Back in his hotel room, Jacob knew that Huston had a case packed with every type of firearm, legal and otherwise, that he could get his hands on. It was both a collection, and the tools of his chosen trade.

The others, however, didn’t totally share Huston’s enthusiasm. Close by, a woman by the name of Charlotte, or Charlie as she preferred, twiddled a long bladed combat knife between her fingers. This was how she settled her nerves, Jacob knew, for she was yet another of the comrades from Jacob’s past; she was also the prime example of the word ‘Amazon’. She nearly reached seven feet in height, as long dark brown hair flowed from her head, it was pulled into a tight braid snaking down her back. Beneath the coverings of combat suit and vest, there was a body as hard as steel, one that any male would be proud to have.

Just then, she looked over at Jacob, using the knife to salute to him, as well as flash a grin. Yeah, she was nervous, so was everyone, but as they used to say….a man without fear, is a fool.

 

[FurryFury]

Occ: This is not my forte' please write as you like about your character's experience in this assault. Note that Tierney will not be there but other victims will be found and some of their situations should be bleak.

In Story:

Later they crept up to the building wearing expensive bullet proof armored suits. All of them knowing that the term bullet proof was in fact not a true possibility.

All watches were synced beforehand and on the stroke of the minute hand they the two teams, Alf and Balkie began to bust in the front and back doors.

Rushing into the building they met with a little resistance. Bullets did indeed fly. Yet due to good intel, most of the kidnappers were in fact, asleep, drunk or otherwise engaged and therefore slow to react.

Pulling the leader of the ring away from a girl being used so cruelly the teams weren't sure he body could ever be repaired, Huston growled and worked at subduing the man.

In the back some gunfire was also heard and two men on team Balkie were actually shot. One was okay after the initial impact from the bullet to the chest was absorbed and recovered from because he had the body armor on and the ordinance and weapons did not penetrate the armor.

The other a woman was shot in the upper part of her arm. Quite a bit of blood and pain were caused but the medic on that team was soon able to stop the bleeding and two others were assigned to get her to a medical facility.

The rest of the team with on tension exploding in them from what had happened already to their fellow "men." Now it was time to get all the other kidnappers found and down, then search the rooms for Tierney and other victims.

 

[Rockingham]

"There is nothing else there." She said. "Why have you done this to me? What did I ever do to you to make you do this?" Tierney questioned her voice sounded hopeless and uncomprehending, her eyes fell on a fireplace poker.


"You never did anything to me. I just wanted to see the look on your face as you drank your own urine." He smiled, looking down at her by his side. It was nice, pleasent even. By closing his eyes, he could even imagine them as a couple, her loyally by his side as they watched a movie for the evening.

He poured her another glass of wine.

"But then again, you know I'm lying... as well as I know you are lying. If you would like me to answer questions, that is fine with me, but then again I get to ask you questions as well. Depending on how well you tell the truth is how I will respond to you. Now, that seems fair enough, does it not? Here I am raping you, and I am giving you a choice in the matter. Isn't that nice? Why, if you keep being loyal, you might even enjoy your stay here."

He winked at her, and put his hand over her head, petting her as if she were some loyal housecat.

"Do not move from my touch. Do not force me to be angry with you, do not make me bring in my associated to tie you up as I take you again. I would hate for that to happen again. Now, I believe I asked the first question. I asked you if there was anything else there behind that hate and fear, if there was another emotion burrowing its way under your eyes? Is there?"

 

[FurryFury]

She sat on the cushion he wanted her on, at his feet. The horrible noise and sight of what he had done to her in front of them making her cringe inside. She wanted out of here. She blocked out everything she could of what was actually happening and tried to find a way to escape. Her mind felt so tired and so overwhelmed but she had to think of something.

If she could get close enough to the fireplace poker she could knock him out. Then perhaps she could trick the guards and get at least one of them. She could find a phone and hide until help came maybe.

Finally he answer her or maybe she only now could filter his words through her mind and make sense of them but they made no sense.

"You never did anything to me. I just wanted to see the look on your face as you drank your own urine." He smiled, looking down at her by his side.

She couldn't believe the look he gave her or his words. Her mouth opened in disbelieve. He must be mad.

He poured her another glass of wine.

She took it. Tierney was so thirsty but wine was not what she needed. Wine would make her already questionable wits duller and dehydrate her more. She lifted the glass to her lips to look as if she were going along this time. There was little point in throwing it at him as she had done before that had gotten her no where she wanted to go. She merely wet her lips with the wine. She didn't dare really drink. He seemed satisfied and began to talk some more. The wine was slightly bitter but she couldn't resist licking her dry lips now red and wetted by the wine. It was a dry red wine but better than urine by far.

"But then again, you know I'm lying... as well as I know you are lying. If you would like me to answer questions, that is fine with me, but then again I get to ask you questions as well. Depending on how well you tell the truth is how I will respond to you. Now, that seems fair enough, does it not? Here I am raping you, and I am giving you a choice in the matter. Isn't that nice? Why, if you keep being loyal, you might even enjoy your stay here."

He winked at her, and put his hand over her head, petting her as if she were some loyal housecat.

Tierney instinctively flinched from him when he touched her.

"Do not move from my touch. Do not force me to be angry with you, do not make me bring in my associates to tie you up as I take you again. I would hate for that to happen again. Now, I believe I asked the first question. I asked you if there was anything else there behind that hate and fear, if there was another emotion burrowing its way under your eyes? Is there?"

She didn't know how to respond. What the hell did he want her to say? If she could figure that out and say it would it do her any good at all? Should she play this game and hope for a way, some small opportunity to get away as he relaxed and got what the thought, in his madness he wanted?

Tierney tried hard to be still to simply let his touches glide off of her as if they were inconsequential. She tried to think but this was a puzzle she just couldn't put together it was far too bizarre to her.

"I don't know what you want me to say. What hidden emotion do you think and hope there is, I was being raped. I was being cut, blooded and tortured damn it! What do you think I was feeling? What did you want me to feel? What do you want me to say? Do you want me to say I enjoyed it? I didn't. What do you want? Can we please turn it off? It's painful to hear, painful to watch and I won't!" She said closing her eyes as more of those blasted tears slid down her face.

She thought she had been cried out and drained but no there were more damned tears now. Her hand, the one holding the wine glass was shaking like a palsy victim. She took her other hand to steady it but still her body felt weak.

"Please let me go." She begged.

 

[Rockingham]

"But, I have let you go, don't you see that?" He said, his hand moving from her head down to her slender neck, massaging her there, his fingers aching for the touch of her slender skin. They trailed across her flesh eager and curious. Every touch made him want more.

"You are free to leave my side if I repulse you that much. My friends Bruno and Henry would love that. They are still waiting outside, but then, like I said, the choice is yours. This is no longer a rape, my love. This is all consent. You will consent when I take you again, I promise you that. In fact, by the time we are done, you will be begging me to take you."

He smiled at that, sipping more of his wine. A wonderful memory that floated in the back of his mind.

"Well, you did answer my question, although I did not feel it was the complete truth. I think there was a moment you did enjoy it. I think there was a moment or two where you enjoyed yourself here. You have this desire inside you to be taken without your will. I've seen it before, I've wanted to explore it. But... of course, that is just my wild imagination. Now, it is your turn. A question... please, do not be shy."

 

[FurryFury]

She withstood his touch as well as she could trying not to flinch from it but to be steady. It was strange how this calmer mad man was somehow tearing her apart still but in more subtle ways that before. No knife now, no blood, not his cock either or restraints but yet he was ripping at her with his casual caresses and his mad talk that to someone who hadn't know what he had done so far might almost sound reasonable.

She couldn't help shaking her head no, closing her eyes again in denial of his words. She would never beg him to take her, no never. She might beg him to let her go but never to take her. No matter what he said or did it would never be consent between them. How could it be? She wondered how he could possibly imagine that could. His voice and touch went on though as if he hadn't noticed her involuntary responses to his words so far, for that she was grateful because he didn't attack her for them and she really couldn't help them.

"Well, you did answer my question, although I did not feel it was the complete truth. I think there was a moment you did enjoy it. I think there was a moment or two where you enjoyed yourself here. You have this desire inside you to be taken without your will. I've seen it before, I've wanted to explore it. But... of course, that is just my wild imagination. Now, it is your turn. A question... please, do not be shy." He tormentor said.

"I want you to let me go. By go, I mean, let me go back to my husband, my life and be me again. Will you let me go back or will you keep me here with the threat of your "friends" until you are found out or until you kill me or make me something worse than dead something inhuman? Don't you see? Alex will be looking for me. You know he will. He'll find me. He'll hire people to find me and they will eventually." The words all came out in a rush and she wanted to call them back the moment she heard them but it was too late. She had stated all of her deepest fears in her blurt, things she hadn't wanted to acknowledge even to herself.

She wondered how far he could possibly bend her in the time he would have. She hoped she was right and Alex was already close to finding her, but what if her captor was smarter in spite of his insanity? She shivered and tried, tried so very hard to stay still, to not bring the strike or venom to herself that she felt in her soul must be coming from him.

 

[Rockingham]

"I think you just answered your own question, my dear," He said, setting his wine down. Her skin tantalized him so, and he could not help but feel excited once more. In a smooth motion, he began to unzip himself, pulling out an already engorged member. With her cringing close to him, kneeling inches away, and the sounds of her eternal rape, he did not need to be urged very much.

"I am sure they will find us sooner or later. That is the fun part, don't you think? How long before they get here, before you are rescued like some princess from a tower? You are locked away with the beast right now, but soon your prince will come to save you. Soon... not now, but soon."

His cock gave off a bright red and angry color, he moved his hand along the shaft, tickling just under the head. He shivered in delight, eyes on her once more.

"Touch it, kiss it. Suck my cock. Down on your knees before me. Oh, that would be wonderful, just wonderful. Do not force me to do anything harmful or rash. Remember, it is you that determines how bad the punishment will be, or how great the reward."

 

[MrWolf1]

The initial penetration went off without a hitch. What the man, Somner, had said about the guards being either asleep or otherwise occupied had been on the money. Resistance was almost nonexistent. All fatalities had been on the enemies side, and the only serious injuries were two flesh wound gun shots.

Jacob had gone in with his fellow teammates towards the front. Only two guards protected the entrance, and were easily taken out; one by Jacob and his knife, the other by Huston’s bare hands, the man’s neck snapping wetly. Quick and quiet was the name of the game, at least it had been, until the two aforementioned gunshots rang out in the back.

“Amateurs!” Huston grumbled to Jacob as they were hiding the bodies. “No sense being silent now.” he continued, pulling a massive .45 caliber monster from his hip holster. Jacob just shook his head as he watched Huston lumber into the house. Pulling the Colt six shooter from it’s resting place under his left arm, Jacob followed Huston’s wide frame into the dark interior.

Despite the flying of a few bullets, things had gone pretty well. Twelve bodies, all house guards, lay upon the ground outside, covered by black tarps. But the bloody mess on the ground floor was nothing compared to what was found in the basement.

Jacob and Huston, after having secured the first floor, were picked to start into the basement. Standing on either side of the rickety wooden door that lead down, they slowly turned the knob and let the door swing of it’s own inward. From that opening into the inky dark below, came a stench that almost caused the two men to fall to their knees retching! Jacob and Huston looked up at each other, they knew that smell. Having seen people die many times, the memory of how death smells was burned into their minds. Death was down in the basement of this house.

Steeling themselves, the two men took the steps down slow and one at a time, their eyes scanning every corner as the torches in their free hands lit the dark. The corridors below had the look of being designed by a medieval torturer. The walls made of blocks of stone, their edges worn by the years and covered by molds. Along the arched ceiling, bare light bulbs hung from simple cords, barely illuminating the shadows that held onto any and every nook and cranny. The long hallway they walked was lined with doorways to either side. No doors blocked entry into these rooms, though Jacob and Huston both wished their had been. Torture devices of all sorts littered the rooms. Some held evidence of having recently been used, as by the fresh smears of blood still coating the shackles and hooks.

“What the fuck was going on here?!” Huston growled. Jacob had no answer. This place looked like it came right from Hell itself! Just then…

A scream!

The two men were off! Their legs hammering the hard stone floor as they raced towards the echo of that blood chilling scream. Near the end of the corridor, they came upon the only door they had encountered thus far. Within they could hear panting, groaning, and the faintest of whimpers. Looking at each other, a silent message was sent between them, and Jacob took up a position just to the side of the door, his back agains the cold stone wall. Huston, backing up, let his heavy booted foot slam against the nearly rotten wood door. A shower of splinters rained down as Huston went down into a kneel, his hand held cannon up and ready, while Jacob curled around the edge of the doorway, his own weapon out. It was only their willpower that kept them from staring in horrified shock at what they saw.

She couldn’t have been more then twenty years old. Yet, the blood flowing over her face from the gashes on her forehead made it hard to tell her true age. Her eyes were looking at them, eyes that were begging and pleading for help, as tears poured from them to join the crimson river still dripping from her face. She was chained to a contraption reminiscent of ‘the Rack’. Her wrists and ankles bound and pulled tight. Her body was unclothed, and had no protection from the ‘beast’ that even now was still violating her once pure innocence.

‘Beast’ was the best explanation for the person that even after the door was crushed down, was still trying to finish the vulgar mounting of this poor girl. He too was naked, his grotesque body covered in coarse hair, in contrast to his bald head. AS if finally realizing that someone else was in the room, he turned those wild eyes towards them, and fear shot through those almost yellow irises. Leaping from the table of torture, he made a mad dash right at them! Jacob got out of the way, for he knew what was coming, and gave Huston all the room he needed to launch a devastating right hook dead into the rushing mands face. Bone and teeth crunched, and the man was sent flying back, landing with a heavy thud onto the unforgiving stone floor. In an instant, Huston was on him, wrapping one of his thick muscled arms around the man’s neck. Sputtering, the man struggled, but it was no use, once Huston had you, there was no way out.

“…*grunt*…I got ‘im, Jacob…..Jacob?” Huston looked over at where Jacob stood next to the girl, using a bit torn from his shirt to wipe the blood from her face. His hands shook as he gulped. Her hands, pulled over her head, were missing fingers. At the head of the rack, a small metal table was set up, upon it, over a dozen severed fingers, some looking almost mummified, were lined up very neatly from smallest to longest. Jacob looked over at the squat little man twisting in Huston’s grip. It was him! He had been the one that had done those evil things to his sister! Jacob’s eyes narrowed, rage boiling under them as his hand went for the combat knife resting near his left shoulder.

“thank…..you..”

The voice was almost too faint to hear. Jacob looked down, his eyes meeting that of the battered young woman. Her throat whizzed with every struggled breath. Jacob made to undo her wrists, but large padlocks prevented him from freeing her. Looking back down at her, he placed a warm hand to her cheek. “You’ll be ok, just hang on, help is coming.” With that he pressed the emergency call button on the talker at his hip. They’ll be rushing to his position soon. Yet, as he continued to talk to her, he could feel the heat leaving her worn body. “Just hold on, they’ll be here soon.” He insisted. Yet, the girl just smiled, as if all the pain was fading, and, as she leaned against his hand, her eyes slowly shut.

“thank….you..” were her final words as she left this world of pain.

Jacob shook as he took his blood stained hand away from her now cold cheek. Just then, he heard a growl and the gagging of a man about to be choked till death.

“Huston! No! Don’t!” Jacob yelled!

“Why not?! This fucker deserves it!” Huston retorted.

“Yeah, “ Jacob turned, walking over to where the man twisted and contorted, his face turning a light shade of blue, “Yeah he does. But he also has some answered we might need. That girl wasn’t the target we were after. I remember what the woman we’re after looks like. If she’s not here, this little prick might be able to tell us.” At the last word, Jacob’s fist found harbor in the struggling man’s gut. Let lose from Huston’s vice-like grip, the man fell to the floor, the force of the blow doubling him over, and losing the contents of his stomach onto the stone. Loking back up at Huston, Jacob spoke. “After he has given us what we need…..then…..we’ll see….”

Looking down at Jacob, Huston saw his dark eyes grow even darker. Even Huston felt intimidated by those eyes.

 

[FurryFury]

Punishment or reward, what did such words mean to him, she wondered? How could she just agree to do as he wanted? How when he had cut her, raped her twice now and degraded her so. She felt like she might be sick and if she were what would he do then? That was the question.

Could she simply do as she said? Could she really, without getting sick? If she couldn't what would be her punishment? She wanted to laugh because she suspected his so called rewards were as bad if not worse than his punishments. Tierney didn't dare laugh though. That would be too dangerous. Rabid dogs don't like to be laughed at.

Dear God the noise so constant of her degradation was killing her. The sounds of her ineffectual cries from beneath the foul gag. She would not look at herself. She would not look at the tears that fell from the blindfold. She would not look at the blood from where he had cut her. She would not watch him use it on himself as a lube to enter her dry body. She would not watch as she swallowed her own piss. Why won't he turn it off? How could this make him so excited. It was sick.

She rocked a little holding herself now, the wine glass put down, her arms around her body trying to comfort and cover.

"What punishment, what reward, perhaps you should spell it out then if I am to make a choice. I suspect you will leave me no good choices, I'm right about that I'm sure. Consent, do you even know the meaning of the word? I think not. How could anything here this way be consent?" Then she did laugh.

She couldn't stop herself. Tierney felt she was going mad. She like Alice had fallen down the hole and nothing made sense anymore. She laughed bitterly and long. She laughed like a crazy person does. Her mind slipping further into the hole.

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The strike force found others tied and used. Others made into filthy animals for someone else's amusement.

The one they had caught. The leader changed instantly as all creatures do when cornered. His eyes going from sadistic joy glorying in his own power to fear at what might be done to him.

He cared little for anything or anyone else but himself. Others were of little import to him except for what they could bring him, money, power, amusement. They were all replaceable. There was an infinite supply of people. He felt no remorse. They either could best him or they could not. That was all. Most could not because he planned well and brought a pack.

He had secrets, locations, names and such but he wouldn't easily give them up. Each extraction would be done only when he could hold out no longer. He would fight as long as he could. These who had caught him and stopped him, he would contend against with everything he had. They would not break him. This he vowed to himself as he lay on the floor.

The girl had died. He knew that much. He could feel it somehow. He wanted to smile at that thought. He thought it better to not draw anymore attention at the moment but her sweet surrender to death made him swell a bit at his own power.

 

[Rockingham]

"Consent? Do you think because you are forced to make a choice that it is still not consent? Oh, my little pet, you have much to learn. A choice is always consent so long as you give the person two options for them to make their own fate. Now, I give you two options. You can suck my dick, and get a reward, or not suck my dick, and be punished."

His eyes danced and sparkled within the light of the fire. They continually moved from her beside him to her on the screen. Back and forth, like someone weighing each side of a scale, unsure which was better.

"Punishment is easy. If at any time you choose not to obey me, my two associates will come in here and do whatever they want. I need only call for them, and they will make what we did earlier look like nothing more than foreplay. As reward? Hmmm, well, we will see when the time comes. Perhaps you may come up with your own rewards. If you are good I might use lube when I take your ass next time, or I might even go down on you before I fuck you again... let your juices flow to prepare for me. As for sucking my dick, that is an easy one, my pet. I can see how much you hate to hear your own sobs. If you do as I ask, I will turn off the video. We will sit here in silence, the only sound coming from you as you take me deep into your throat..."

 

[MrWolf1]

At the top of a set of hills on the far eastern side of the island, a lone house stood. Built almost a hundred years ago, it was once the center of a large plantation. Dozens of workers, paid and slave, once planted and harvested from the lush fields that circled the large manor house. Wealth was abundant for those that lived in that house, and no comfort was spared when it came to decorating the inside. Silk-upholstered chairs and sofas littered the hard wood floors. Oiled works of art hung from every wall. All this built from the blood and sweat of others.

Yet, this was long ago.

In the same room that once entertained nobles and prices, there now stood men and women, dressed in drab black, carrying weapons from the modern day as they patrolled the now cleared house. It had been only a few minutes since the discovery of the macabre scene in the basement. In that time, other women had been found. Several long since departed, their bodies already dried to husks. Yet, there had been some found alive, but only just barely. The medics were being kept very busy trying to keep them alive. Several needed blood transfusions, for which a few of the soldiers volunteered for blood letting. Those that still retained some color were hardly healthy. From what the medics could tell, many had not eaten for over a week, if not longer. Dehydration was also a large problem for them, some having resorted to drinking their own urine to survive.

All, however, did share one horrifying similarity. All were missing at least one, if not more, fingers. Hands were cleaned, disinfected and bandaged. Stitches numbered in the thousands, using up the small amount of medical supplies that had been brought along.

All this was occurring in the large living area of the house, now a makeshift clinic. The basement was now off limits, so any clues that may remain stayed that way. Up on the second floor, however, only one room was being used. Behind the door guarded by two large men, one by the name of Huston, was a room that had once been a small bedroom. All it’s furnishings had been removed, leaving nothing but four walls, a floor, and a single spindle-legged chair. Sitting in it, was a short fat little man, his hands and feet chained tightly together. Thick black hair stuck up in tuffs from around the neck line of the ratted shirt he wore, given to him only because no one wanted to look upon him without it. Around his neck, and on the center of his gut, his flesh had turned a sickly blue-black. The mark on his belly in the shape of a knotted fist.

***

Jacob had been sitting where he was now ever since he had returned from ‘hell’, what he called the basement. Even the soft, still plush, cushion of the chair he sat upon did nothing to comfort him. His eyes looking over the short legged table before him, it’s top covered in a black colored tarp. Underneath that wrinkled vinyl, a young beautiful woman lay lifeless. Her body couldn’t be cleaned, in case evidence may still remain, but Jacob had gone against those orders when he wiped away the crusted blood that streaked her fine featured face. He couldn’t let her stay that way, not after what she’d been through. She deserved some amount of dignity. Now, here he sat, staring at the softly moving tarp as it shuffled slightly from the breeze coming from the windows, as they were opened in an attempt to air out the stench in the house. While Jacob sat, his mind drifted. Pictures of his sister, as he had found her that night, bleeding and cut, yet still thankfully un-violated. Over and over, he wondered if the girl could have been saved, had they gotten here faster. This same question he asked one of the medics, and her response had been…

“I’m afraid she would have died anyway. She was just beyond any help. Completely drained, both in body and I’m sure in spirit. She took the only way out she had.”

It was little comfort, but at least her suffering was over. Jacob’s dark eye then looked up at the second floor, rage once more bubbling in frenzy. Yes, her suffering was over, but someone else’s was about to begin.

***

“Hey, Jacob.” Huston greeted his old friend as Jacob turned the corner into the hall in which Huston stood. “Whatcha doing up here?”

Jacob stayed silent as he glanced at the door that stood to the right of Huston. The other guard was nowhere to be seen, probably taking a piss break. “Has he talked yet?” Jacob finally asked, his eyes never leaving the door.

“Ummm, no not yet.” Huston replied, his own gaze following Jacob as he walked closer to the door. Taking a deep breath, Jacob turned to look at his friend.

“Orders just came through. We are only to hold him until the higher ups get here.” Jacob said, is eyes conveying what he wanted to do.

Huston just nodded. “That’s funny.” he said, “I never got those orders.” A small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Jacob smiled back as he opened the door. “Me neither.” And he stepped inside.

***

“Let me guess.” the little man in the chair spoke, his high pitched voice echoing up from the floor as his head hung against his chest, “You’re here to play the ‘good’ cop, try and get me to talk, before the ‘bad’ cops get here.” He then looked up, his face contorted from the blow from Huston’s meaty fist. A squashed nose still dripped red from the nostrils, while in his mouth there were many new spaces where teeth used to be, making the smile he threw at Jacob even more grotesque.

Jacob said nothing as he took steps closer to the chained man, though he did notice that those shackles did not secure him to the chair itself, though if he had tried to take off, he would fall flat on his mangled face.

“So?” the little man continued, spittle trickling from his mouth through the now many openings. “Aren’t you gonna ask why I did it.”

Jacob said nothing.

“Oooooooo. Tough silent guy act, huh?” the man mocked. “No matter, you ain’t getting SHIT from me!” He grinned, giggling a high pitched giggle that made Jacobs skin feel slimy. “I was allowed to play with the leftovers, and I don’t forget a favor like that! I have no regrets, well…maybe one….the one that got away, you could say.” Those piggy eyes, leaking with venom, looked up at Jacob. If the little man had any idea just who he was talking to, it was unlikely he would have spoke. Yet, he did, and sealed his fate with the words…

“She would have been so sweet. That dark hair and skin, think she was an ‘ingin’. They got to her before I could, but not before I got my souvenir. Oh, how many times I sucked on that finger. What was her name?…hmmmm….Nikki?…..Nina? Oh yes, Nina. Oh the pleasures I could have had with…”

He never finished. For at that moment, the moment her spoke that name, Jacob lost control.

With almost unnatural speed, the little man was whisped from the chair, a strong hand at his throat. As the chair toppled and crashed, flesh met wood as he was shoved against the far wall. With his pudgy feet dangling in the air, he had little time to think as cold steel slipped so very easily into his gut.

“GACK!!” he sputtered.

It was all a blur to Jacob. The moment his dear sister’s sweet name was spat out by this inhuman beast, Jacob wanted nothing more then his death. And, as he held the wiggling man agains t the wall, his free hand went the the long bladed knife at his shoulder. Pulling it from it’s leather sheath, the same motion sank it into another sheath of flesh. Yet, something had thankfully guided Jacob’s hand, keeping the blade a little more to the side, to avoid nicking the abdominal aorta, the so called ‘Sweet Spot’, just to the side of the spine. Cutting that would have this creature bleed out in mere seconds. No, Jacob did not wish him death, not that quickly, anyway. No. This person needed to suffer, and Jacob new a gut wound like this would hurt, a lot! Even if he had not been twisting the blade, pulling from the little man gurgles that would have been screams had his throat not been clamped upon by Jacob’s hand.

Again and again, Jacob pulled and turned the blade, slicing through more and more intestine and gut. All the while, all Jacob could see was his sister, laying in a pool of her own blood. Her wrist slit, her finger missing. Over and over, again and again, those images played before his face as tears began to well in his eyes.

“Jacob. Stop.”

“Huh?” It was his sisters voice. But how?

“Jacob, stop this. He’s not worth it.”

“But, he hurt you!” Jacob sobbed, his words barely audible.

“And he will pay. But not like this. You are better then this.”

Jacob shut his eyes, knowing that it wasn’t his sister, but his own conscience talking to him. This was wrong. Yes, he had killed today, but that was in line with orders, or self defense. But this man was no threat. It was then that Jacob felt the warmth coating his hand, the one the held the knife. Opening his eyes, Jacob finally saw what he was doing. He was doing to this man exactly what he had done to all those women. No, Jacob thought, he wouldn’t stoop to such a level. With that, the knife was pulled from the blubbery flesh of the man’s gut, and the grip on his throat slackened, letting him slump against the floor.

“Alright.” Jaocb started, making sure he had the mans’ attention with a slap across his face. “This would is going to kill you, you know that. And it’s gonna do it very slowly, and painfully.” Those piggy eyes looked up at Jacob, almost pathetically pleading for mercy. “Now, if you tell me where a Mrs. Davis is, and anything thing else you may know, perhaps I can call same medics in here and maybe they can save your worthless life.” Jacob growled, his eyes showing he was not bluffing.

As soon as the man found his voice, talk he did. Everything came out. Names, locations, everything that was needed to finish this operation.

 

[FurryFury]

Tierney couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't believe any of this. It was a nightmare. All she wanted was to wake up. Please, please somebody come now, now before I have to do what this mad man says just to keep from worse happening.

No one came though. The seconds stretched out long and painfully with only her own muffled cries to hear behind her as she faced him all she had before her was her tormentor, his cock, and a choice. Which was worse really? Would she kill another piece of her soul if she agreed to suck him? Or would she lose more if his friend came in an raped her? What do you do when a choice is too terrible to think about but you have to make it anyway?

"As I said, you don't know the meaning of the consent. Also I am not your pet." She spat the words at him her heart pounding double then triple time. She thought of trying to bargain with him. She could say she'd help him when he got caught, make promises of leniency but she couldn't follow through because that would be a lie.

Tierney fervently hoped he would suffer for what he had already done to her. She hoped he wouldn't have time to do anything else. Play for time she told herself.

"It was you at my house right? You raped me when I was sick. You drugged me didn't you? You gave me something. It made what you did feel good even if it were pain. You as much as said so when you had me tied down...y, earlier." Dear God, she thought, I don't even know when that was or how much time has passed. "What did you give me? What made everything feel good? You knew the doctor thought I had tried to dose myself again didn't you, he tried to have Alex commit me, did that matter to you at all?"

She slid her eyes away from his cock. For as long as he would let her she planned to avoid that.

 

[Rockingham]

"I thought you were aware of the rules," His hand, which had been playing with the back of her neck grabbed at her hair, and forced her back towards him. He saw the whites of her eyes, as he held her taunt, unmoving before him.

"This is a game of give and take. I do not answer your questions, unless you answer mine first. The question I put to you was if you'd suck my dick. You have obviously told me no, and think that it is ok to demand answers. That is not how our little game is played. Because you broke the rules, there is a penalty. Bruno..."

He called out, a sharp drowning sound that echoed off the walls. The far door opened almost immediately, as one of the black men came inside. He had nothing on ut a menacing smile, thick with saliva coming down his chin.

"Chain her up, and do what you will. My little pet here needs to be punished."

Bruno grabbed her hard, forcing her down on the floor. His massive frame covered her quickly, chains being put on her. They held her hands together, and pushed her legs apart. There on the floor, she was spread eagle before all of them.

Bruno did not wait for an invitation, his black cock already excited from the struggle pushed hurredly into her. A rough slide up her dry cunt before he landed home, grunting with satisfaction.

He only smiled from his chair, watching the events unfold.

"I told you..."

 

[FurryFury]

"No! Please no! I'm sorry! I'll do it! Nooooo..." Tierney wailed as she was held grabbed, chained and penetrated. Being dry fucked hurts and not in a good way.

"Oh God, please, please stop." She begged her voice breaking. Her mind was getting wild as her body was used like a hole that was being punched over and over.

 

[Rockingham]

"You still don't understand how this works, do you?" He smiled, bending down next to her. He was right next to her face, watching her getting raped, screaming and pleading with him.

"You can not ask for this to stop, because you asked for it to start in the first place. If you want me to stop this, you must give me something in return."

He gave Bruno a look that made him stop. Bruno buried himself deep inside her, but did not fuck her anymore. His cock was live and throbbing deep in her pussy, eager for more.

"Now, my pet," He said, kissing her lips softly, "Is there something you would like to give me, or shall we continue?"

 

[FurryFury]

Okay! Okay! I'll do what you want. I'll give you what you want, just please, please..." Tierney couldn't think what to ask for now. She couldn't even think straight now. Her vagina hurt so, dry and pounded, still filled and stretched it was hard for her to reason. "Make it stop, please." She said her voice sounded strange to her like a strangers. It was tiny and distant sounding to Tierney.

 

[Rockingham]

"You'll give me what I want," He kissed her again, harder this time, pressing his whole face into hers. It was so beautiful to feel her struggle against him, and then stop. She moved as if defeated, defeated and still fighting at the same time. He licked at her bloody chapped lips with enthusiasm.

"Keep going Bruno," In a heartbeat he fucked her deeper, ripping something deep inside her.

"This is what I want you to say. You are my pet. You surrender to me, and all my whims. If you ever disobey me again, if you ever question me, or hesitate at any of my commands, I will have Bruno and all of his friends make sure you feel like this for the rest of your life. Do we have an understanding, my pet?"

He motioned, and again Bruno paused, deep inside her, blood seeping out from her stretched cunt. It dropped to the flood with gentle little drops. He smiled, as he watched it emerge from her.