Okay ... Okay ... BULLSHIT!

[La_Reina]

(closed The PG)

Captain Stone stood in the office of her commanding officer being a bit more than insubordinate. She wasn't saying no to orders, but she was being a bitch. She knew it and they knew it, but no one was going to acknowledge it. Why because she was being sent on a dumb ass mission that only she would consider taking and what was even better she was the General's daughter. That alone occasionally made her forget her 'place.'

"Captain Stone this is a dangerous mission. You are doing this on your own. We will not acknowledge that we sent you on this mission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, you need a crazy pilot to get a stupid Lieutenant General out of the enemy's hands. If captured I can bet my black ass that I will not be getting a rescue mission." I stared ahead at the Major General who's upper lip trembled with anger. I was pushing him far and I'm sure he was thinking of my father and the fact that I was his last hope; though I'm not sure if that would still be a factor long if I keep up my attitude.

My reddish brown hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail and the ends wrapped around the tail so my hair stayed above my shirt collar. I was wearing my military blues or my service dress uniform; a dark blue jacket with matching pants over a lighter blue shirt buttoned shirt. My dark blue hat was tucked into my belt and hung just on the outside. I liked the service dress uniform not only because it looked good with my light brown skin tone, but it also hid my well endowed bosom. Something that a lot of male servicemen it seems cannot look past. Also with my long legs, and thin waist I look more like a model than a soldier.

Being born and raised in the military with a father who would rather take you out of school to play "war games" than for you to learn English Lit. this had been a problem for me. Fortunately, I also grew my father's balls and had earned my reputation in this Air Force. Yes, I was crazy and daring and I will do anything to get the job done. A lesson my father had instilled in me.

"You are dismissed, Captain," he finally managed to squeeze out between clenched teeth.

I saluted, turned on my heel, and walked out. I closed the door and paused putting on my hat. I started to walk away, but not before I heard, "Are you sure that's the General's daughter. I mean...she's black."

"It seems the General likes his coffee black." I heard a snort. "If you thought she was hot you should see the mother and don't even think about trying to taste Captain Stone, Jones, she doesn't have a reputation for being crazy for nothing."

I walk off. I knew where that conversation was leading. They were going to start talking about my ex-boyfriend. The fucker thought it was funny to bet his friends on how he could bed me and all the women in the dorm. The only problem was the women didn't realize it until he was halfway through. They whipped his ass. I took his balls .. literally. They can't prove I did it. I was never brought up on charges. I smile thinking of it. The bastard deserved it.

I drove straight to the airfield. This mission was to take me into enemy territory and I was to fly at night, get the General, and get out. Easy as pie. I park and go to change into my pilot's uniform. I pass a kid and groan. I swear they're letting more and more kids in the military.

"Hey, soldier. My plane fueled up and ready to go?"

The kid looks at my name tag and then down at his clip board. He's frowning and I go and look over his shoulder. I sigh as I see my plane, but no name with a departure time, and lost of black thick lines. Seems the kid won't be working here much longer. He seems smart and is going to get in trouble if he asks any questions. "Nevermind kid don't worry about it. It's that one right?"

I look at the unfamiliar plane; unfamiliar in the fact that it wasn't my normal plane that I flew, but I could still fly it. I got in, warmed up the engine, checked everything, and took off not bothering to turn on the com and listen to air command. My first mistake. I figured since this was a special ops and they had already blacked out just about everything I was supposed to just go.

Halfway over the enemy territory the plane sputters and I scream as we drop a foot in the air before I'm able to gain control. I grimace at my girly reaction and look over the controls. "What the fu..." the gas is on empty. I turn on the com automatically.

"Captain Stone. Your plane is not fueled." Stone could hear in the background the kid screaming that he thought he could do it in the morning. It was all blacked out and didn't think anyone was going to fly it. "Come back to base."

Stone sighed. "I'm going down. Over and out." Stone clicked off the com and screamed her frustration at the stupidity of the military sometimes. Sure it was also her fault for assuming somethings, but to leave her life in the hands of some dumb Air Man when she was on a special mission to save... this wasn't going to help.

Stone ejected from the plane and watched it plummet and explode in a ball of fire. She held onto her seat and slowly fell to the ground. Once it touched down she unstrapped herself and looked around the terrain. She had to get to cover and quick.

 

[The_PG]

The morning after a plane had apparently crashed deep in the heart of their company the terrorist regime that was the Sons of Ce'cear found themselves scurrying about to do their commanders bidding. Many went rushing for the site of the plane crash; luckily it had landed in one of their many lakes and since it had obviously run out of fuel the pieces of the plane were intact, even if the electric components wouldn't be working until they dried out, or were replaced entirely. That was where the grunts and soldiers were sent, for the pilot... A private phone call was sent to Ivan Rodriguez. A former KGB agent who had worked in Cuba and Florida during the missile crisis there. The phone call was quick and short.

"Ivan, your services are needed. All expenses paid. Seven figures upon completion. Get to the airport. Bring your tools."

"Da," Click.

That was it. All he needed. Ivan then took two Adidas bags that were always packed from his closest. A third remained behind full of C4 explosives, wired to the closest door just in case someone tried to take a peak while he was gone. The rest of the day remained unlocked even as he left for who the hell knew how long.

Ivan's profession was two-fold. Counter-espionage had several definitions, but the two he took to were the detection and capture of enemy agents, and the procuring of information from said agents. Torture. He was very, very good at both. Even as he took the steps two at a time onto the G5 Gulfstream a pair of bloodhounds were being loaded at the back end of the plane.

"Hola mi amigos," He said to both of them as they joined him in the cabin. "Que tal?" He asked with a laugh as he fed each a piece of raw meat. He found that the bloody meat kept their killer instinct as honed as it should be. These two were invaluable when searching this godforsaken country. They could smell a human scent up to a week after it had passed, and with any luck they'd be able to follow the trail for quite a ways.

He arrived and was met by the Mullah (holy man) himself.

"We've found the pilots landing site, and the chair is thick with scent. Are you ready to move now?"

"Have these put wherever I'm to bring the subject, ja? Bring us to the site now."

Ivan removed his pistol, and Remington R700 sniper rifle from the Adidas bag before handing it to one of the nearby guards. He already had two flash-bang grenades on him, along with a stun gun, and two sets of handcuffs. Himself and the two bloodhounds were driven quickly to the site. Thankfully the mullah had kept his men away from the seat, so his hounds were able to pick up the scent immediately. After taking a sip from his camel pack Ivan trotted away with the dogs on a leash. The scent was strong, and steady. It led towards the forest.

 

[La_Reina]

Stone camped in the forest and awoke way before dawn broke. She only had a light and her standard issue military pistol with only extra clip. Everything else was on the plane and she had to get to it. She also had to verify that the whole plane went up in a gulf of fire. She some some fires, but as she had slept she had awoken in sweats realizing that she had seen only parts engulf in flames. It was very possible her plane was in tact. She had to get there before the enemy to at least get anything useful and burn the rest. Standard procedure.

Stone backtracked and was hiding in the brush watching people unload her plane along with her M16 and her pack. Nothing identifiable was in the back, but it carried supplies. Stone inwardly cursed and then watched something interesting. A man with two dogs who was barking orders she couldn't hear from her position, but from the looks he was in charge. Or she thought he was. She saw the dogs sniff her chair and they went the way she had came. Oh shit! Tracking dogs. She had been trained on how to throw off tracking dogs, but she didn't have anything to help her. She would have to do this the old fashion way.

She couldn't backtrack now so she created a fresh new track trying to find water. She was ahead but they'll catch up. Just when she thought she was doomed she heard rushing water. She cleared the brush to see a rapid; river with rushing water. Stone looked back then at the water. There could be bacteria, germs, flesh eating viruses in this thing, but she had to take a chance. Stone jumped in the water and let the river's current take her. She dunked her whole head in then fought to go the other side.

Stone finally made it to the other side and she went to the first leaves that weren't contagious and rubbed them over her clothes, body, hair, everything. She needed to smell like the landscape. She needed to find safety. She needed to figure out where she was now. She was so fucked.

 

[The_PG]

A river. Good, at least he is not quite as stupid as Ivan thought the pilot was. The trail had been leading straight towards the wreck, but once in the thicket nearby had veered sharply into the dense forest until reaching a small river and disappearing. Ivan smoked a quick cigaretten before flicking it into the rapidly running river. The bud shot off down stream, "C'mon boys."

Anyone tired enough to jump into a river, and smart enough to use the water to clothe their scent from the dogs would go downstream. Allowing the water to do all the work, and then when they were done they would get out and... There. The leaves had all been ripped from their bushes and crumpled. None were eaten, so it could not have been an animal.

"Smell, you got it boys, bueno, que bueno."

The dogs growled as they sniffed; having been taught carefully not to bark or howl when their master was present. They would communicate in other ways unless they separated in order not to scare the prey away. They had caught a whiff of the scent from before, and now knew to add the broken leaves to the scent they were searching for. Ivan quickly realized that they were heading for one of the villages that had long been abandoned because of a nuclear disaster some years ago.

"Mullah Abir, move two platoons to the town of Shi'iir, and two more into the forests on either side. Let them be noisy, it will drive the prey to me."

"As allah wills it."

"Fuckin allah can wipe my ass," Ivan did not transmit that last prat. The religiousness of these people always ticked him off. Religion started just about every major war in the history of the world, and he made sure to never let them forget it. Of course, that was also the reason he was paid millions to do what would normally get him locked up and the keys thrown away. With a grunt he darted after the dogs, who were straining at the leash.

 

[La_Reina]

Stone came from the river choking on the water and stumbling into the brush trying to get as far away as possible. Fight or flight instinct took over instead of her training as she fought for air and survival. She was so disoriented and dizzy she slipped a few time before seeing a town in the distance. She almost ran to it, but stopped as training finally broke through her brain. She soped out the town seeing it deserted.

She slid into one of the small homes searching it finding nothing. Not even a small knife. She sees something pass the house, a shadow. She ducks down and fingers her pistol. It's not a silencer and she only has 2 clips. Melee seemed the best choice right now. Stone crept to a back broken out window. She slipped through and landed on her feet, bending her knees to absorb the sound and impact. She took one step and heard someone round the corner. She ran to him and slammed her thumbs into his windpipe before he could move. He dropped chocking. She went behind him and broke his neck.

She ran out into the woods taking little care not to make noise. "This way!" She heard someone yell. Stone turned around, dropped to one knee, took aim and let out 3 shots; 3 head shots. She had just given away her position and now she ran like hell, deeper into the woods, further away trying to survive.

 

[The_PG]

The gunshots startled Ivan slightly.

Most people who were hiding knew better, for now it was just a matter of time before the pilot was caught. He should have known better, or at least Ivan thought so until he caught site of the three perfect head shots. A quick smile crossed over his dark features, so finely there was an officer who knew how to shoot instead of just shit. Darting after the dogs he quickly came within site of the pilot, too his surprise he immediately noticed that it was a she, not a he, and she was dark skinned. At least darker than Ivan, and he had some Latino in him. The quick glance was not enough.

His loud whistle bit the ears of all the soldiers nearby, and he motioned to two of them. "Take the dogs, no use in them getting shot. You speak English, da?" They nodded in unison. "Good. Tell your sergeant that the Mullah wishes for your troops to be transported to Kree'l and Ura'nl. Tell him to get set up quickly. The pilot will be there sometime in the next three hours if I have not caught her."

"Her, sir?"

"Da, it is a cunt. A smelly cunt."

The two soldiers laughed before hurrying off to report to their commander.

Ivan removed his rifle from it's harness over his shoulder and checked to make sure there was a round in the chamber. He then started into the woods, making good time, but following the path easily because it was so obvious. He did not wish to get within pistol range of this crack shot, and with his rifle he wouldn't have to. He was an expert up to a thousand yards, but in this forest the furthest shot he'd be able to take was probably two to three hundred. He wouldn't shoot to kill, just to wound.

As he trekked on he kept alert for the signs of the woman slowing down, and when they became more obvious he slowed down and peered through the trees. Finally he caught site of her dark hair. Slipping forward about twenty feet Ivan slipped behind a small boulder and raised the rifle to his shoulder. He took careful aim, and would have hit her right in the thigh if at that second the helicopters hadn't buzzed low over the tree line. The shot smacked against the rock just inches away from her flesh. In fact the pressure in the air from the bullet split the pant leg on her jump suit it was such a close shot, and once again the chase was on.

"Mierda..." Ivan hissed as he darted forward while pulling the bolt of his rifle to eject the spent casing and insert another in it's place.

 

[La_Reina]

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Became her mantra has she trudge through the treeline. She had almost been caught and worse she had fired her weapon. Yes, she saved her life and given away her position to an enemy who probably knew this forest better than she could ever have. It wasn't IF she was going to be captured, but when and how. For now she'll give them hell, but she had to rest. She leaned against a tree and quickly scoped her area.

Stone was breathing hard, holding her side where a stitch has formed when suddenly a helicopter came overheard. "Shit!" Stone didn't see, hear, or feel the bullet has she ducked down trying to be less noticable. She runs off through the woods and sees a cave. Without hesitation she runs into it, slipping on the wet floor. She doesn't fall, but catches herself in time to silently creep forward. This will stop the helicopter from find her. On the far wall she crouches down letting her eyes adjust to the total darkness; her hands patting herself down checking her matches when she feels a hole in her pant's leg. She traces it with her fingers bewildered before it dawns on her. Someone she hadn't seen or heard took a shot at her. Almost got her. Her heart races, adrenaline kicks it.

Her eyes adjust to see the cave splits off into mulitple caverns. She hears a waterfall and decides to go away from that. She does not know if this is a bear or wolf den, but sure that any animal would go towards the noise. She would go away from it deciding on taking the far left cavern. She slowly enters and misses the lost of light from the entrance of the cave showing a perfect shadow of a man with a gun.

Stone creeps along slightly lost, but determined. There are many caverens in this cave and she slowly realizes the caverns are like a huge circle and they intersect eachother. The cave isn't too deep when she hears steps. At first she thinks it's her, and echo, but she's no longer moving and she's sure she hears shuffling. Stone removes her gun, cocking it, the noise seems overly loud in the caves.

She's very much aware that he, she, or they know she's here. Finding small hand holds she's able to scale the wall and find a small natural railing/perch within the cave. She can see the entrance, exit, and best of all no one looks up. They always look left, right, but hardly anyone looks up. Moving her head to the side, Stone throws her voice so it seems to be coming from any direction, but where she's located.

"I know you're in here. I have an automatic pistol. I'm an expert shot. Do you really want to play who's the better shot?"

 

[The_PG]

The voice, it wasn't right. Ivan frowned while he searched the darkness of the cave as his eyes adjusted to the low light level. Earlier he had slung his rifle across his back and removed his pistol while flicking off the safety. Now he carefully curled his finger around the trigger and quieted his breathing until it was next to nothing. She sounded confident about being able to out shoot him, and while she probably could in a fair fight Ivan rarely allowed his opponents such a thing. Take now for instance. As he waited he slowly pulled a flash-bang grenade from his vest. The powerful grenade was entirely non-lethal. It would let off a blinding flash of light, and make a noise about twice as loud as any firework; it was used to clear rooms when people knew that you were coming.

She knew he was coming, but she didn't know where and presumably she had a decently defensive position. Small boulder, or alcove in the cave where her voice came from. There was no way he'd be able to tell exactly where in that cave she was, but at least he was now one hundred percent sure.

Quickly he whipped out his cellphone and saw that there was no coverage. With a small smile he back traced just two caves, silently; let her worry about him sneaking up on her while he made a quick text. He text'd his GPS location and orders to find all the exits from the cave. Just in case. Ivan never would die knowing that he had failed a mission. With the troops surrounding the cave, he knew he had won, even if he fell to her accurate pistol fire. This time he hurried back to the cave where he had left her. He didn't both with silence. Instead he asked, "You still there senorita? Da? Bien."

With a flick of his thumb he pulled the pin off his first flash-bang and tossed it into the cave.

The noise and light nearly stunned him, but he was just far enough away that he escaped the mind numbing sensation. Hurrying into the cave with his eyes peeled he was frightened when he didn't see her at first, but then he heard the clink of metal on rock and he immediately leaped to the side and turned his body in mid-air. The ledge! It was a perfect hiding spot, but the flash-bang had stunned her long enough for her to miss both shots she got off before Ivan was able to return fire. His first shot sprayed shale and rock into her face, and the second connected with the shoulder of her gun arm.

Ivan landed roughly on the rock floor and rolled into a kneeling position with his gun raised. When she seemed incapacitated he hurried over and took a running leap to just sneak his hand over the ledge and yank her off. The gun went flying, and her surprisingly light body thudded to the floor. He had saved her head but holding her injured arm up in the air, but the pain from having her wounded shoulder yanked on apparently put her under. Kneeling he checked her pulse, and the wound. The doctors would be able to fix that. They were understaffed and under supplied, but competent.

Hoisting her onto his shoulder, Ivan began to make his way out of the cave.

 

[La_Reina]

The grenade was a surprise. She recognized the grenade and closed her eyes. She thought she would explode instead she heard a sharp ring than nothing. Her eyes automatically opened and she saw him come into the cave. Instinct she shot at him missing. He fired at her and for some reason she did not jump down from the ledge, but stayed there to get shot. Her gun falling to the floor. Again she stayed there holding her injured arm instead of fighting through the pain and jumping down to escape or try some form of attack. He grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly to the floor. The pain turning her world black for a moment.

She felt a pain in her stomach and awoke to have a shoulder continously slamming into her. The man wasn't being cautious with his steps. With her strong arm Stone grabbed the gun on his back and pulled the trigger. She watched as the one bullet, apparently the only bullet in the chamber, sunk into his leg and exited out the other side. He went down and she managed to land on her feet. She smiled at his look of surprise and brought her knee up to connect with his face an instant later.

She pulled the rifle from his body and tossed it in the dark behind them. She grabbed his pistol and managed to check the magazine. She hurried to the front to see 2 maybe 3 dozen men slowly making their way into the cave. She had 2 advantages: Their eyes hadn't adjusted yet or they would have screamed out to her and she had a gun. She shot at everyone she could see. Most made it out alive escaping into the woods, but she did manage to get a few. Hey you only needed to be close to scare the shit outta someone and send them running for cover.

Stone didn't know how much time she had before Mr. Lucky came too. It was now or never. Stone ran out of the cave and fired shots at a few people trying to get free. She wasn't as lucky as she felt a bullet tear through her thigh. She stumbled and kept trying to run when she glanced down to see blood soaking her jeans. She was more hobbling than anything. She looked up and stopped to see 10 more men in front of her. She was going to go out in a blaze of glory. She lifted her pistol pointed the gun and shot 2 men on each side. Not killing blows like she would have done with her strong arm, and she was aiming for the one in the middle; the leader she had presumed.

She heard something behind her and turned to see Mr. Lucky again. She smiled. "How's your leg?" She brought he pistol up, pulled the trigger, -CLICK- Stone laughed and shook her head dropping the usless gun. "You really are Mr. Lucky."

 

[The_PG]

Ivan chuckled at the insolent little cunt and brought his fist across her face so hard that he heard her teeth crack. Blood oozed from her mouth as she laid on the mossy undergrowth of the forest. He glanced at his wound and spit on her prone form, "Stupid cunt... I'm going to enjoy this now... And that's something you don't want."

Glancing up at the soldiers who all stared at him with wide eyes he snarled.

"Don't just fucking stand there! Go get the medic, bring me some vodka, and get the jeeps. I'm not walking another fucking step. Mr. Mullah, I got your fucking prize, and I want my money, but I'm going to be the only one who fucking touch's her, you can take that out of my check if you want."

"Far from it my friend," The older replied with a kind smile. "You take good care of her, so none of our pure hands will be dirtied by the western seductress. Enjoy your rewards my friend, Allah looks kindly upon you."

"Save it, da? Mierda... This fookin hurts."

-

About two hours later Ivan was slightly inebriated from both vodka, and the pain medication the doctors had given him. But his head was clear and sharp, just like his eyes. He had the cunt... Captain Stone's teeth in his hand. Two molars, and he was tossing them in the air before catching them as he waited for her to wake up on the cold, hard, metal table that she was securely strapped to. He'd ordered her clothes left on, to keep the men from seeing such a western woman, and so that he could be the one to remove them. The medics had checked her wounds, and bandaged them lightly, but she was mostly unhurt.

"Wakey wakey little cunt," He whispered as he saw her beginning to struggle.

Her wrists, ankles, elbows, knees, and waist were all secured to the table with thigh but wide leather straps that wouldn't allow her any movement but neither would they cut of circulation. A last strap held her head in place, a gag that held her mouth and throat wide open and allowed for no movement form side to side.

"How was your nap?" He asked, as he continued to shake her teeth in his hand.

"Good? Good."

"You should know we recovered our plane, and in a little while it will be serviceable with a few replacement parts. We simply do not have a pilot to fly it, so I've been tasked with the job of recording you giving a tutorial on how to fly it, now... Are you going to make this easy for us, or not?"

 

[La_Reina]

Stone shoulda seen it coming. She shoulda known he was going to hit her. So why did it come as a shock when she felt the burst of pain? She went down like a sack of potatoes and managed to spit out two teeth. She heard his words as her world was getting black again. "Fuck ...Yo.." But she didn't get to finish. The pain was too much; the ordeal too much. She sunk into the darkness hoping she had finally died. Unfortunately that meant she missed the whole 'touching' thing.

Stone was slowly coming too. She tried to roll over in her bed to get more comfortable. She needed a new bed. Her thigh and shoulder ached and even her face hurt. She couldn't move. Stone struggled a bit and then her eyes opened. Thiis wasn't her room. Stone tried to bring her leg up but she couldn't. She heard a voice and tried to turn her head that's when she realized her mouth was hanging open and drying up. She couldn't get enough spit to keep it moist.

Stone managed to roll her eyes to stare at Mr. Lucky. She wanted to throttle him with his dumb ass questions. "Uck Uuu." With her mouth open she couldn't be any clearer but he had to know what she was saying. Her heart dropped as he mentioned the plane. That was not good. She tried to laugh at his little 'teach us how to fly' but she ended up choking instead. She really needed to close her mouth or moisten it. Her throat was parched and she couldn't talk if she wanted to now. She barely managed to flick her middle finger up at him if he would just look down at her side.

 

[The_PG]

"Good. That was what I was hoping for you little cunt."

His next question was odd, but his mischievous smile should have given away that there was more to the question then met the ear. The table she was strapped to was held to the floor only in the middle, much like a western see-saw for children. At the end by her head was a trowel filled with icy cold water, and at the end by her feet where Ivan stood was the release that would allow him to tip her over into this trowel. His fingers grazed against the latch release, as he looked down her firmly tied and shaped body.

"Thirsty?"

Her confusion lasted for only a moment. She couldn't speak, but her head nodded ever so slightly.

"Thought so. Enjoy!"

With a flick of his wrist the table released and Captain Stone plunged head first into the icy cold water. It was only her head that plunged into the water however, as the rest of her body was angled out of the water. In no time she was struggling against her bonds as water flood her nose and mouth, forcing her to either drink or hold her breath. Bubbles floated quickly to the surface. After about thirty seconds Ivan leaned on the opposite side of the table and lifted her into the air, "So? Had enough yet?"

Her nod wasn't quite noticeable. He tipped her in again and this time let her rest for nearly a minute. Then, when he pulled her up he locked her into place so that she was horizontal again.

"Those clothes must be cold?" He asked, as he revealed his sharp hunting knife and lightly dragged it over her wet jumpsuit. "Shall I help you get them off? Da? Que bueno." Slowly he began slicing off the suit. Piece by piece. Careful to make sure the dangerous steel touched her dark skin, but not enough to do any real damage.

 

[La_Reina]

Stone couldn't watch the man. She could only listen as she he made sounds going from the side of her to her feet. Maybe they were going to kill her now and she braced for the pain. Instead she felt something click on the table and she could instantly feel that she was movable. Mr. Lucky, whoms she's gonna start nicknaming Dumbass, because of the dumb questions he keeps asking her says something smart ass before lifting her legs up...no not her legs but the table. Her head tilts back, she slides a little and then she's in the water. Her mouth hanging open takes in the mouth and unable to close her mouth she immediately chokes. She's coughing in the water, but then it shoots up her nose. Not being able to close her mouth she can't control the water that's entering her lungs. She's going to die.

He brings her back up and she's sputtering and can feel the water in her lungs with every couch. Being unable to bend forward she can't help the water come up. She can't breathe. She doesn't even hear his next dumbass question before she's tipped back down. She struggles. She might be ready to die, but doesn't mean she wants to die. She fights for life. She coughs, she struggles, but more and more water enters her throat and lungs. He tips back and she gurgles.

She can't get the water out of her body and she can feel herself drowning. Much like when a victim drowns and the lifeguard brings them back. If that victim doesn't go to the hospital they can drown again from the water that's still in their lungs. Stone knows this was the worst way to die as she watches his mouth move and a knife appear. She barely registers he's cutting off her clothes as her body shuts down. Her eyes closes, darkness once more.

 

[The_PG]

Ivan watched impassively as the female pilot rather slowly and painfully passes out. He quickly and easily unlatches her head, tilts it to the side, and presses on her well sized breasts. Water flows from her lungs, then he kisses her lightly on the lips and blows air into her lungs, immediately she sputters and gasps. Before she can get her bearings he clips her back down onto the table and resumes removing her clothes as she breathes deeply and tries to regain her breath and consciousness.

"I have no problem playing with death. It is part of my nature. However it can be rather terrifying for those that want to play with me... So, I try to avoid it, but if you force me to I will... For now... I suppose we can stick with more rudimentary methods."

With that said Ivan had moved to her side and placed a hand on one of her creamy breasts, but it slid off to her dog tags which he held up to read.

"Captain Stone... Excellent... To be a Captain in your armed forces is quite the accomplishment. Especially for a cunt."

Ivan suddenly returned his hand to her breast and squeezed it powerfully. He continued to squeeze until she made some sort of response. Then he moved his hand to the other breast and repeated the process, this time asking as he squeezed.

"Well, are you going to help us or not?"

 

[La_Reina]

Stone wakes painfully coughing and sputtering. She felt her head being pushed down and being strapped again but that didn't matter. She kept coughing and taking in huge gasps of air. She finally was able to calm down only to realize she could have been killed. No, she was dead. She had died and he had brought her back. Stone wanted to cry wanted to give into all those girly emotions. She was in the hands of a monster who had no qualms with killing her. He even said as much.

Stone tried to growl as his hand squeezed one of her caramel breasts. She realized that her caramel body was completely naked and exposed. She was toned, athletic, but didn't mean she wanted to be exposed. She felt him take ahold of her dogtag and she did her best to glare at him.

"Fuck you buddy," she croaked out. Her throat hurting; feeling like burning coals. She wasn't a cunt and wouldn't let him degrade her to just a pussy. His hand went back to her breast and at first she just took it until the pain was too much. She groaned out effectively making him stop but he switched to her other breast.

She bit her lip refusing to answer his question, but the pain was getting too much. She managed to spit out. "NO! I'll help you fuckers die!" She screamed out at his response. Fuck this is going to be bad.

 

[The_PG]

He laughed heartily, and then shook his head once slowly before rolling one, and then the other of her erect nipples between his fingers as if he was debating which one to pull off first. Instead of doing either he used his free hand to slap her across the face, but because she was locked to the table his hand simply slammed into her face; slapping it, but remaining there afterwords. With a sick grin Ivan pushed two fingers into her mouth, forcing her tongue out the way, before sliding the digits deep down her throat until she began to gag and sputter. He could hold them there with impunity and he did while speaking powerfully above her wretched noises, "I don't think you're in the position to do that Captain Stone. If I were you I would think about helping us. Me, by finishing my job, and them, by giving them what they want."

With that said he removed his fingers, and wiped the saliva from her mouth onto her breasts, in fact he twirled his fingers about her nipples once more and then gave each a final sharp pinch.

Placing a finger against her cunt Ivan slowly began to insert it. Waiting carefully for her reaction, and what he might just find.

 

[La_Reina]

Stone laid back exhausted. She felt like she had ran a marathon she was so tired. She tried to think back and couldn't believe she had crashed, been chased, been shot, and tortured in less than 24/48 hours. Hell, she wasn't sure of the time anymore, but it couldn't have been long. She felt his hands on her breasts and she was too tired to try to buck and get him off her. It was pointless anyways.

Her head didn't move, but the smack hurt like a bitch. She wanted to rub the pain away, but couldn't. Her eyes watered slightly and she had to rapidly blink back the tears. Her anger returned 1000 fold and she was ready to fight once more. Even when he jammed his fingers down her throat effectively choking her and making her relive when she had died with the water. Panic shot through her and she bucked trying to get air, but couldn't.

When he finally pulled out she was taking in lungful of air. She glared at him and managed to croak out, "I will not help you. You might as well kill me now." Her words and tone were strong, but deep down she was scared as shit. She didn't want to die, but she wasn't going to help terrorists. She kept the fire in her eyes as she waited for him to kill her.

She didn't expect his fingers in her pussy and she didn't make a noise, but her pussy clamped down on those fingers holding him tight. She was just feeling convincing herself she's trying to stop himself from going deeper and that his roughened hard, slightly too large fingers weren't doing anything to her.

 

[The_PG]

A light chuckle left Ivan's mouth as he felt her futile resistance against his fingers. He pushed deeper inside of her cunt and wiggled his fingers around; finding no sign of a cherry, but she was incredibly tight and not the well used slut he had come to expect of the enemy. Their woman were whores. Especially ones of the darker race. He removed his fingers, spit upon them, and thrust them back inside of her dry cunt to moisten it somewhat. He seemed almost contemplative as he felt around, burrowing deeper and deeper until he saw Captain Stone squirming and grimacing on the table.

"I would. Without hesitation, if that was what they were paying me for. But, sadly, for you and myself they're paying for the information. There is no deadline. That is how badly they want it. Which means... I may kill you, but... I'm going to have to bring you back."

The tremble rolling through Captain Stone's body could have been by the cold steel on her skin, and his cold hands inside her most precious of places, but Ivan decided to believe it came from his words. Things were so much more interesting that way. Everyone was afraid of death, but some more than others. Ivan himself was not afraid of death, or of the pain before death, but deep inside though he'd admit it to no one he was afraid of what happened after the death. After dying, what came next? He thought that was what scared most people anyways, but they just made the actual act of death synonymous with the afterlife.

Her tight cunt was beginning to lubricate, despite herself, Ivan's persistent fingers and his annoying thumb was making circles about her clitoris. She wasn't horny or anything, it was simply a physical reaction that could not be stopped. Without a word Ivan lightly pulled himself up onto the table between her legs. He dropped his pants and without a sound slipped into her tight cunt. With a soft grunt he pushed until his hips pounded against hers. As he looked down into her firmly held face he smiled. Not... Evilly, but not smugly either. It was rather tender. Almost like he pitied her.

"I pity you, cunt." Then he spit; directly into her wide open mouth before fucking her powerfully.

 

[La_Reina]

Stone kept trying to squeeze his fingers out of her. She didn't want him in her, but she didn't want him to know how much this bothered her or he'll keep going back to it. His fingers left her body and she tried to hide her relief and though she couldn't close her thighs she wanted to badly. She heard him spit and felt his fingers invading her once again.

If he was hoping for some sort of whore who would scream and moan begging for him to fuck her he was sadly mistaken. She would not give his fingers or his ego the satisfaction. She couldn't stop his hands in her pussy but maybe she could concentrate on his words. Words that were almost just as bad as his molestation of her. She had no doubt he would kill her whenever he got the chance or if they finally let him. She was in hell and no one was coming to help her. The United States would deny her existance.

"You better make sure I die and never come back. I will make sure your death is painful when I get free." Her words did nothing, but make him climb up on the table. She waited wondering what he was doing but hearing the zipper gave her a clue. "NO YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. NO! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!" Her screams were to no avail as he thrust his member into her. Stone couldn't even turn her head to avoid looking at him. Instead she closed her eyes and heard his words that did nothing to make her feel better.

His spit landed on her tongue and she dry heaved thinking his fluid was in her body and in a bit would have even more of his nasty fluids in her. She felt one tear slip from her eye and she couldn't hide that from him. She just tried to drown out the sound of his body slapping against hers, driving into her, fucking her.

 

[The_PG]

Captain Stone's high pitched screams of protestation fell on deaf ears. Her tight cunt swallowed his dick and squeezed it powerfully as it resisted futilely to keep him from driving to the hilt inside of her warm innards. She wasn't soaking, by any stretch of the imagination, but neither did it feel to Ivan like he was fucking a wooden cunt either as some of his more un-fun jobs had felt. The steady slapping sounds of their bodies collided was only interrupted by Stone's gagging before she silenced again for a long time until he heard the smallest sniffle coming from beneath him. Glancing down, for the first time in awhile, he noticed the tear streaming down her ebony skin. Leaning over her licked it tenderly and breathed his hot breath across her neck. Powerful muscles in his chest, arms, and stomach flexed with every thrust of his narrow, but strong hips.

"This is only the first time cunt. You are going to have to get used to this in a hurry."

Tears were a weakness; especially in the strongest resistors. It did not mean they would cave instantly or indeed give anything away. It simply meant that it had begun, the process of the one who shed the tear that slowly tore down all of their walls and defenses. Sometimes it was possible to dart inside riding on the salty tear, but Ivan didn't even bother trying. He had a feeling that this one was ready for any of his tricks, and naught but a steady grinding degradation would break her strong will and mind. What he was doing was as he said, only the first in a long line of techniques that he would use to frighten and turn her into something that she strongly believed she was not. A cunt. A weak person. A piece of flesh.

"Don't cry... It doesn't hurt, does it?" He whispered sweetly as he drove inside of her and held himself deeply; enjoying the velvet muscles as they massaged his manhood powerfully, over and over again. It was her fear. Her insides quivered, but not for his pleasure though that was what was happening. Leaning over Ivan gently placed his lips against the newest tear that had formed between her eyelids and kissed her. His tongue trailed behind to collected the salty water that streamed from beneath the lid. "It doesn't hurt this time, but if you want it to stay that way... You will have to tell me something... Valuable."

 

[La_Reina]

Stone's eyes snapped open as she felt his tongue on her face. He was .. licking her tears! Sick pyschotic bastard. Stone glared at the man refusing to give into the little girl voice in her head telling her to make believe this wasn't happening. She was a grown woman and she would make this fucker pay first chance she got. She returned to glaring, but didn't make any more noise. She kept that ball of anger like a warm ball of fire. She was going to use this and make it out.

Stone rolled her eyes up to meet Mr. Dumbass's gaze with one of her deadened one. She wanted him to feel he couldn't get to her. Yes, he may be abusing her body, but he wasn't getting to her. She would just stare at him until he grew unnerved and got off him. Though she wasn't sure that would work, but she wanted him to know she wasn't scared of him.

Stone wasn't fooled by his kind tone and words. She didn't answer him just looked at him with those dead eyes as she wished he would hurry up and get off him. He wasn't hurting her, infact if she ever lost that fire she knew her body would have betrayed her and she would have came. He was hitting all the right spots. She just shut down her body and held onto that fire. He wasn't going to win. She was going to win this battle and when she had his head on a spear or his brains splattered against the wall; the war.

Stone realized he was trying to get her to open up. He was viewing her tears as weakness. A momentary lapse that would not happen again. "Something valuable. You're a horrible fuck. You need to work on your foreplay more." She spoke in a dead, cruel voice as her dead gaze captured him once more but behind that look was anger and a hint of cruel amusement. Like the amusement a bully gets picking on the weak.

 

[The_PG]

The comment of hers had Ivan smiling. His fingers lightly grazed over the freshly patched wounds of hers as he stared down into her face and continued to softly push himself in and out of her tight confines. Certainly the Mullah would not have approved of his current methods; to him pain was the only way to go, and besides defiling ones self by this sexual act was not something his religion approved of, but Ivan did not care. He had his own way of doing things, and it was extremely effective. Well worth the money they would soon be paying him. With his soft persistence he was being rewarded by two things; one was the obvious pleasure he was receiving from Captain Stone moisturizing her own insides because of his gentleness. It was again, a physical reaction, not emotional, he understood that but it did not make things any less desirable. Second was the talking. The more she talked, the better his chances of getting her to talk about more important things.

With Captain Stone, it did not seem like keeping her talking would be an issue.

"My foreplay was very effective, cunt. Are the results not favorable enough for me?"

"You are trapped on my table, and your body has been forced into certain forms of submission... I would say these moves of mine," A little more firmly he pressed on the wounds of hers that were healing. Not enough to cause damage, but rather to cause her to feel just an inkling of pain from them. "Do not need anymore refining."

Gently he probed on. Searching for her g-spot and lightly grazing his fingers over her clitoral hood. He wanted to draw the physical reaction to it's zenith if at all possible. Forcing her to cum would be... Quite a victory at this stage and time.

 

[La_Reina]

Stone didn't like how he just smiled at her. Just smiled and kept fucking her. She was so angry and that was good. That anger would help her. Would keep her sane? Would help her block out the fact this man was doing whatever he wanted - no! We won't dwell on that. He answered her insult with a productive question of his own. She hated him in that instant. He knew she was insulting him and he was taking it like she was being serious. She truly hated him more than anything.

As he continued on he proved just how much control he actually had of her as she felt pain prickling her body. She gasped and closed her eyes. She didn't want him to know his pressure was effecting her, though how could he not know. She would be strong. She would stay clear headed. She would keep him talking. He will make a mistake. She will use that information, mistake against him and she will gain her freedom. She will make it out of this hell hole.

That had become her mantra in her head, but when his fingers found her g-spot Stone's mind went blank. She blinked as she felt her body moisten. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. She could taste blood as she tried to count to 1000 or repeat the Constitution. Anything, but feel what he was doing to her. She will not let her body betray her anymore than it has. She was in control of her. Not him. Never him.

 

[The_PG]

The instant response from Captain Stone gave Ivan another reason to smile, but he didn't. His face remained expressionless once again as he pounded into her progressively tightening body. The great strain she was placing on her bonds was both tantalizing and entirely useless as they held firmly and hardly even squeaked in protest of her movements. It wasn't possible for her cunt to grow any tighter, as for all intents and purposes she was a virgin. In fact a quick glance showed Ivan that not only was her body beginning to help his gliding cock, but a bit of blood was in the mixture leaking for her inflamed cunt.

At the sight his face cracked slightly.

A small smile spread, and his next thrust was extra hard.

He grunted, and speared his dick deep inside of her again. Slamming against that delightful spot inside of her that was slowly increasing her pulse, and speeding her breaths until they turned to pants of soft audio. Ivan glanced down and noticed her attempt to zone out. With gleeful energy he slapped his hand across her cheek again. The head restraint held and the resulting thud echoed about the room above the slick sound of where their bodies met lower down. He slapped her again, from the other direction this time, before leaning over to glare into her suddenly open eyes. Slowly his hands closed over her skull, and he pulled on her thick hair until tears began to flow and her body began to shake in pain.

"Stay right here cunt," He commanded in a low voice. Then he began to move once again.

 

[La_Reina]

I'm in control. 234. I'm in control. 235. The counting was helping some. She was able to hold off the pleasure, but soon she was feeling pain. It was odd. Once she recognized the pain it would course through her body and turn to pleasure. It was almost to the point where she would want the pain for the pleasure it brought her. She didn't understand and thus she went back to counting and reminding herself she was in control.

His thrusts got harder and Stone just hoped he was going to cum soon. She wanted him off her. She wanted him from between her legs. She wanted... Stone could feel her emotions rising, sadness, tears, pleasure. She had to fight it all back. She continued her mantra, she focused, she was now just a useless fucktoy showing no emotions, nothing.

A hard smack caught her by suprise; shocking her. The second hit made her clutch tight in her neither regions and she almost moaned. She opened her eyes to remind herself why she should be anger. To remind herself of the man she would kill once she got the chance. His hand was in her hair and he pulled and because she couldn't arch her back or neck it felt like he was ripping out handfulls of her hair.

The horrid tears came and blinking they fell. She stared into his eyes not understanding what he wanted from her this time. The thrusting began, the pain turned to pleasure, the pleasure quickened her blood, and made her yearn for more. The mantra continued, but she was behind. She had to focus concentrate. She bit her lip reopening the wound; tasting her blood. His hand in her hair gave her no leeway in fact it felt like he was pulling harder and harder. It hurt so good.

Stone's eyes widen, her pussy spasmed, she laid there unable to move as her orgasm washed over her. She made no sounds having choked off anything remotely like a sound. The only indication was the widening of her eyes and her pussy suddenly milking that filthy cock inside her. Stone seemed to crumble inside. The light went out and she retreated into her mind. What the fuck just happen?