Saving the World One Bra at a Time

[FurryFury]

Gabi slept peacefully at first. Her body recouping and preparing for the new challenges it would surly face but her spirit also had work to do.

She found herself in a dream. Her body was sore to aching and it got worse. Soon her bodies pain was a roaring storm that lead to a baby. She reached down securing the screaming bloody child in her arms feeling nothing but love. The baby attached to her nipple first one and then the other sucking with such passion and need that it hurt even as it soothed them both.

Gabrielle dreamed of a house like her parents had owned when she and Sophia were young. She dreamed of making pink cakes for birthdays and kissing Victor when he came home. Summer days by the pool with lemonade and barbecue followed but it was wrong, impossible and it faded to darkness.

Her soul ached. She wanted it back. She had to have it. How ironic to only need what you could never have.

And then she was in a village. She tortured and killed children slowly. She watched them be reborn, angry and sullen. She watched them smile at pain and go on to kill each day. The waves of her violence grew ever wider and deeper.

Another storm rose up from the depths. She wasn't about babies and happiness. She was about pain and death. To some she was better than happy times because like her, they craved the darker things. Yes, it was an endless hunger. It was meant to feed the emptiness. One endless chasm that could never be filled.

She woke full of chilled dread. Victor above her kissing her nose. She was bound by him and the fear of it, the thrill of it helped chase away the terrible dream chill from her bones and flesh.

Somehow he had slipped under her guard. A guard that was practically legend in her cell. How? How could this happen and why?

"I'm glad you finally decided to wake up," He mused, kissing at her neck, his crimson lips coming out to nuzzle against her, taste the soft flesh she had to offer.

His kisses sent shivers and thrills through her flesh and around her network of nerves.

"I wanted you to be awake for this. How are you doing... my Sophia?"

Her heart both rose and plummeted. How she wanted to be his but his truly, not as her sister. She shook her head slightly, negatively.

A thought bloomed suddenly in her mind. It was at once terrifying and filled with hope. Her blue eyes were wide. She tested the binds reflexively and found them well made.

"Victor." She whispered. Her voice was a whisper but the passion was there even so.

"Tell me." Gabi said with a soft sigh.

Her body arched up to meet his by deep instinct alone.

"Tell me true." She said sounding as if she were still dreaming. Her skin was silky soft against him. That skin of hers was so pale in the moonlight which threaded through the barred window of the bedroom.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Alex took Cassandra’s hand and pressed a series of codes into another box and another door opened and then closed. He made his way down a hallway. “Sound proof,” he told her. “Not all the people I bring here are here for fun, my lovely.”

He pressed a button on his key chain and the door at the end of hall opened. “You could probably tell as we walked that the hall sloped downward. We’re now two floors down, making us underground."

They walked in and he shut the door behind her. “That door leads to a short flight of stairs and then outside. Lay down beautiful. . . let me find out a few things about you and your past.”

He pointed out the bed, his cock already hard and thick with just the thought of fucking her. She was in his room. The room he used to force people to play by his rules. Cass knew the rules. She was his now. She was on his time and he was going to use it.

He watched her eye the room. It was full of small tables, a full-size bed, a TV-which showed a split screen of the hall and the other exit. His eyes ran over the various toys, but his gaze locked on the woman before him. “Are you ready,” he whispered in her ear. “It has been so long since we fucked the right way.”
Once she was on the bed, he’d secure her and let the real reason for her being here with him, besides the glorious fucking, known to her.

 

[Rockingham]

"I will tell you true," He said, his lips moving down her exposed neck, his teeth already bared, white fangs eager to dive into her flesh. He wanted her to bleed for him, ruin the white sheets under her, and maybe, just maybe...

Tom looked up at the camera in the room.

Maybe Gabrielle's parents can watch the whole thing. What a wonderful thought.

"I am not quite sure what to tell you though. Perhaps you want to know that your asshole of a boyfriend is in another room, in another house, sleeping soundly."

He grazed her nipple, his teeth biting down hard enough to leave a mark on her. The first of many.

"Do you want to know that your parents left on their own, wanting to fuck just as we are, and your sister is with her new boytoy, doing the same thing."

Down her stomach, his tongue wet and hot coming to trail along her soft skin. It left a slick trail slowly down her body.

"Or do you want me to tell you what I will do to you, now that I have you helpless in my arms. It has been soo long, hasn't it Gabrielle? You don't mind if I call you Gabrielle, do you? I feel we've gotten closer in our relationship. I can call you that."

He let his lips take her clit into his mouth. The tiny nub was already hard, and poking out of its shell. All he had to do was flick it with his tongue to get the desired responce.

"Although, I would prefer to call you my cunt. For that is what you are, isn't it?"

His tongue came between her slit, pressing those soft supple lips apart, revealing such juice beneath, the heat of her core flowing through her.

"Please, tell me Gabrielle."

 

[FurryFury]

He nipped at her neck, causing sensations that took away fears and balanced her spirit.

He spoke of her "boy friend." A boy friend she didn't have. He should know that already. She fucked sure. She might even care but when did one have time for a boy friend in the spy game, never that's when. She smiled a little. He had to know better, his words fell on her like a salve. They may have been meant to hurt but that wasn't what she felt.

He was at her nipple now with those sharp teeth. She screamed when he bit down wondering at how exquisitely sensitive her nipples were now. They were always sensitive but not like this.

Her parents, her sister, Reese, none of that hurt her, nothing mattered to her right now but this. Time with her Victor. Perhaps she should start to think of him as Tom but in her heart he'd always be her Victor.

He continued down her body, laying warm wetness on her skin. Each time he did, she would squirm in her binds. She had made him a promise. One that she couldn't keep if she were bound up. It made her keep smiling what he was doing and thinking about that promise. Maybe if this guest house has some kinky toys she would find what she needed to keep that promise but for now, this wasn't bad at all.

When he called her by her real name, her heart felt too tight. She wanted to close her legs which were bound open. She wanted to protect herself even though she was pleased by his words. She shook her head trying to say with that gesture what she couldn't with words. Her eyes adding to the message, that yes, she would love it if he would call her Gabrielle.

He was driving her crazy with his lips, teeth and tongue. She loved it and wanted more.

"Please, tell me Gabrielle."

She found her breath, smiling still.

"I want to know if you care." She said. At the same time she moaned when he put his tongue inside her. Her heart waited to break, even as her body tightened and pulsed.

 

[Rockingham]

Tom stopped, pausing with his tongue still held inside her pink folds. He thought he had misheard her, his eyes wild with hers. They had connected over her naked body, unsure if she had spoken the truth.

Did he care for her?

What an odd question to ask, and now. He was going to eat her out, make her cum all over him and then have her fuck him from behind. It was the plan they both wanted, wasn't it?

Did she really want to talk about their relationship right now?

"Do I care?"

He reached for his back pocket, taking out a knife. The long serrated blade glimmered when the light shone on it. All stainless steel and perfect, as if its razor sharp edged craved the free flowing blood under her skin.

He took it down to her thigh, letting her feel the weight of it. As he moved up it cut, not deep, not sharp, but left its mark. He moved up her thigh, against her cunt.

One downward slice and blood flowed free. An upward one next to it and it was complete. He bent down, licking at her wound, sucking it. The blood tasted warm in his mouth. The acrid copper on his tongue did not deter him from licking her wound.

He had made a V just above her cunt. Victor. She was his now, and he owned her.

The knife went up to her arm restraints, he cut them loose, handing the knife to her.

"I hope it answers your question, Gabrielle."

He said as his tongue was lost once again in her folds, licking at the sweet nectar that flowed soo smoothly. It mixed with her blood, combining to create the perfect ambrosia for his tongue. There was nothing else, he drank deeply, his tongue searching for more inside her, grazing against her folds, pressing deeper.

 

[FurryFury]

He was licking her, making her cream and squirm when she asked him the question which clearly startled him. He was the one on the plane that said to speak her feelings and not hide from them. Since then she had found her years old resolve to be crumbling for a reason she thought she might just now be glimmering.

"Do I care?" He asked his voice solid and yet sounding a little off, perhaps a bit drunk on something be it lust, pain or love.

He pulled out a knife. Gabi felt her body heat ratchet up, her wetness double. Her lips maintained her smile, though her eyes became wary. Her breath hitched as he pulled the blade, let it shine then traced her skin with it.

She felt on fire while he used it on her. The cut was shallow and long. She shuddered with the feel of it. Pain escaping her body through it. The knife continued under Victor's hand resting on her pussy. She wanted to have it then. The stab, the blood, the death, was so appealing to her, she could have begged for it. There was only one thing that kept her from doing so.

A loud gasp came out of her when he cut her again. He licked her now as she bled. It didn't surprise her. They'd always had this accord between them. This need for the basic primal things was understood between if nothing else was.

He cut her free then. Even as he continued to lick and tongue fuck her cunt.

"I hope it answers your question, Gabrielle." He said. It answered nothing at all. She didn't say so but they both knew it. It only told her that in this one area, that of pleasure and pain, they wanted the same things.

He continued licking, sucking and tonguing her. She shifted under him as if to reassure herself she was indeed free now. She took the knife and traced her own nipples with it while she continued to melt under his oral assault.

Soon she would take control. First she would have what she wanted from this moment. A gentle orgasm begin to rock her, the point of the knife pricked her. She rocked her hips against him. Pushing his head down with one hand, as her body molded itself to his face.

Her clit mashed against nose as she flowed like a river. The taste of her was slightly different than it had been before she'd first met and fucked Tom but she wasn't aware of it. She was only aware of fire licking at her, of flowing like a river under him. If he tasted something different, he didn't stop.

Not until she was shuttering under his mouth, gasping like a fish pulled out of water, her smile still on her face even as her forehead creased from the delicious agony of climax.

She rose up, her shoulders and back came off the bed. Gabrielle had the knife poised now at his neck.

Slowly she kissed him tasting herself on his lips. They kissed as if this were all that love making was but they both knew it was more for them.

Gabi slipped from under him, slithering like a snake, to his back. She licked the knife clean of her blood then dried it on the top sheet. Gabrielle rested on his lower back with her wet still flowing pussy. She tore two strips from the sheet. Gabi tied his hands to his sides while he was on his stomach and then helped him turn over and tied him from the front.

The knife was as sharp as a good knife should be. She used it to shave some hair off of his chest, then deposited the refuse on his shoulder. Her smile was as bright as her eyes. Her body was like a wet flame on his torso as she straddled him.

"Should I shave you clean with your knife? Or are you fond of your hair?" She asked with raised brows and a sweet cat like smile.

 

[Rockingham]

She assumed control, like he thought she would. Only a matter of time. A woman like her could not be kept tied up like that, held down while someone used her for every carnal pleasure they could imagine together.

Oh, don't get Gabrielle wrong. She wanted every carnal pleasure, but she wanted to give as well as receive. That was just how she worked, and right now, she was on the giving end.

Tom, tied down, staring up at her as she ever so slowly dragged the knife across his chest, could only watch in deep satisfation as she used him.

"I never much cared for hair myself," He said, eyes afire on hers, never leaving her, "Do what you want, Gabrielle. Show me what your real Victor looks like. Carve him out of me."

He smiled at that, the real Victor coming out to play. Was he really just Tom, or was this Victor swimming just below the surface, waiting for his Sophia to come before bubbling to the top and sharing himself to the world.

That became the real question, didn't it? Victor. That is what this whole thing was about.

Tom squirmed under her, trying to get free, finding it useless and quieting down.

He had the look of a tiger, a caged animal just waiting to release his lust on her.

Licking his lips, he watched what she would do next.

 

[FurryFury]

The knife scraped against this skin. One wrong breath would bring a cut rather than a shave. The blade was metal and cold but the sensations from it might melt into warmth for some when they became excited.

Gabrielle worked on him like an artist with a canvas. Her concentration was whole. The knife was a good one with a honed sharpness that would allow for dry shaving him this way.

She got half of his chest done.

"Hold on, don't move." She said. Her thighs came up and off of him. Her body looked pale in the light that shone from the moon.

Quickly she went to the kitchen, she got a dish towel and some olive oil there. Gabi came back and locked the door, putting a chair under the knob. She checked on her captive to make sure he was still tied and waiting.

She found some of what she was looking for in the bathroom and brought it back.

"Now, we are ready." She purred.

She returned to the shaving. Using him like a canvass, a thing that she would make to her liking. Gabrielle's smile returned. One gloved finger massaged oil around and into this tiny hole.

"I don't have a strap on right now," She growled. "but I think we can improvise, don't you?"

 

[Babette_____]

Cassandra looked over the room, noting the camera and the TV then she slipped over to the bed. Her clothes soon met the floor and her fingers skimmed over her tight nipples and then her wet sex. She saw the cuffs and felt the slickness of her sex grow. She smirked at his words as she lay down and spread her legs willingly.

The coolness of the sheets was welcoming and she buried herself in them. Her eyes were full of lust as she waited for him to secure her. He did. The stainless steel of the cuffs felt like an old friend. His eyes feasting on her as he restrained her ankles was also giving her a feeling of being home. Her eyes danced with humor as she watched him walk toward the toys that were arranged on the table.

She’d seen them. . .or at least those he’d wished to have laid out for her. Nipple clamps. Flogger. An electrical rod. A small wheel with tiny spikes. She trembled when she thought of what she couldn’t see. What was on his mind? She knew he’d muttered something about her past, but she also knew theirs was a love that couldn’t be denied. Even death had brought them back together.

Her cunt was slick with juice as she watched him pick up the first of many, or so she hoped, playthings.

“Whenever your ready. . .lover.”

 

[Rockingham]

It was a wonderful, allbeit deadly experience. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up each time the knife caressed his skin. She made it feel like a lover, with a temper only she could match. This lover could kiss as well as kill you in the same heartbeat, never blinking an eye either way.

He spread his legs for her as best he could, "I always did like it when you improvised, my love. By all means, I am yours to play with."

There was no telling what she would do though. He almost wished she did have a nice dildo to use on him. Improvise, that could mean anything, and everything. His eyes began darting across the room, looking at every single blunt instrument that with a little olive oil could be eased inside him.

He had to bite his lower lip to keep from moaning, but it escaped him anyway.

 

[FurryFury]

Edmond Buchanan read the reports with growing alarm. Sweat formed and trickled down his spine. They were together now, all four of them. The consortium would exact a price from them and worse, from him. He hoped he would survive it.

It was bad enough that the four of them were together but they also had three others with them. It was bound to get messy before it got better.

Messy, he thought about the illness that was running rampant. No one knew how many had been infected and were dying right now but it was estimated to be millions. Hospitals and medical care of all kinds were more than overwhelmed and the truth was there was little that could be done. There was no vaccine, no cure, at best isolating the sick and providing them with the best care to keep them comfortable while waiting to see if they survived it or not was all that could be done.

He was angry that the twins had escaped from the Washington Hospital. The blood drawn off of them had helped a few, too few, of the important people but now the girls were gone and so was any hope until they were recaptured.

His mind ran over the exact right way to word the messages to minimize his own danger. Too soon there would be a conference of some sort to discuss what to do about all this. He dreaded it. He worried again not just about the world but also for his own and his family’s survival.

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Ha-Neul was happy a decision had finally been made. He was waiting with the others and the jumped out of the plane. There was no screaming or whooping this was a silent op. He and his fellows were intent on stopping the exchange.

They snuck through the jungle together, making as little noise as possible on their way to the exchange point. It would take a while. The drop was deliberately a good distance away so the people involved wouldn’t hear the plane and become alarmed. They had a good idea of who would be here today but you new knew what surprises an op held.

Sweating, they watched through binoculars for the principals to show. The idea that such a deadly thing could be bought for any reason much less money make Ha-Neul’s brain hurt. People could be so stupid and just plain evil. Such thoughts made it easier to kill another human being. Killing in itself was too easy, it was the justification that made you able to sleep at night and live with yourself he had to work at.

The sounds of the jungle were more subdued now. What passed for civilization was too close to the edge of the jungle here and the creatures knew they were here. Soon they would be used to the silent men and ignore them but right now, they knew.

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Gabi continued to carve him into her man. She even made him moan. She wasn’t hurting him yet. Something that she knew he usually needed for true satisfaction but she was fucking him. At least she was fucking his mind. Gabrielle knew that was one of the sweetest fucks of all.

The knife was so lovely. It was well honed with a sharpness that could be deceiving. Not many people ever experienced a knife so sharp, even fewer like this. A smile brushed her lips as she continued. The scraping against his skin was audible. It made a delicious music to her ears, just like his moaning did.

Her other hand continued to invade and play with his hole, easing it open, little by little. Gently she stroked his prostrate in a come hither motion and watched his reactions.

Now her balance was not as well grounded with one hand playing like that. They both had to know it. If he breathed wrong it could throw her just slightly off and make the loving touch of the knife a cut bringing crimson ribbons out of his skin.

She waited until she was sure he was ready for it. Moving down his, now, smooth chest, she kissed his belly softly like a true lover, her eyes looking up at him. His shoulders were bristled with the refuse of her ministrations. It made her think of him as a lupine being ready to tear her throat out. She chuckled at the thought.

Now the scraping continued only on his groin. Her finger continued to tease him. She watched his eyes widen. The knife no longer felt cold to her but as warm as melted butter. She had questions for him. She also had things she wanted to tell him but now was not the time for truths which might be too harsh for them to hear. Now with knife, sex and blood, was when lies were best told, not truths.

A cold hard plastic replaced her finger now. It had to hurt a little going in even with her careful preparations.

“Squeeze it, don’t let it fall out of your hungry hole my darling.” She whispered as she continued to shave his mound. Soon she moved to his testicles. The smile widened on her face.

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In Mark’s room, while he slept, a device began to blink, vibrate and beep. It was very small. It seemed to be sewn into his pants.

 

[Rockingham]

He had to hold his ass cheeks together tight, his muscles gripping on what she had put inside him. It felt good, small, but good. He looked up at her, curious why she was playing this way. Surely she would have picked something larger.

"I would never let it go," He said, rocking his hips back and forth, letting his ass get filled by the wonderful object inside. He wished it was her, he wished she could be inside him, fucking him.

"I need more," He hissed at her, his cock standing out at attention. The whole room charged with energy that needed to be released.

"Please... Gabrielle. Please."

 

[FurryFury]

She looked at him and winked. Her mouth curving into a grin.

"Please? The magic word. I like that!" She purred.

Sliding up his body, like a snake, she kissed his mouth, tasting and nibbling his lips. The knife was resting in her right hand just above his head. Her body was hot and full. Her mouth liquid passion. Her tongue pushing into him.

"I'm going to give you more. I'm going to give you everything." Gabi growled.

Her words flowed into his mouth. She kissed him again and again, fucking his mouth, eating at it, moaning a little before she broke off.

Her satin skin slid smoothly back down his body. She finished shaving him clean with that so sharp knife. Whatever she'd put in him she took out pulling away from his clinched ass.

She let him feel just how empty he was before putting something bigger in, just a little bigger and not far in but it was bigger. She leaned down her eyes again connecting with his.

"Do you like that?" She asked, before he could answer she swooped down on his cock licking it. Her mouth sucked for a minute. Gabi took the knife and cut him just below his belly button her mouth transferred to that shallow but to suck at his blood. As she did so she moved her knee and the object inside his ass slid further in. She smiled up at him, licking her lips, tasting his salty red nectar.

"Is that better, my Victor?" She asked almost coquettishly, then she blew her breath against his wound, and cock waiting for his answer while she got into position.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

He had his back to her, but he knew she was ready, waiting for their play to begin. She also knew he’d take his time. Let her experience each invasion of her body, as well as every sensation that crossed her skin. He picked up the seven-inch wand, the lighting, though he’d dimmed it still glistened over the metallic surface. His fingers ran down the smooth rod and then he walked back to her.

God, she was beautiful, spread apart for him. Her chest rising and falling; her pussy slick and wet, and her scent, there weren’t enough words in the English Language to describe it. His eyes locked with hers for a moment and together they watched him insert the 5/16 inch diameter toy into her hot cunt. “Beautiful,” he whispered, then bent down and licked away some of the heady fruit that was spilling from her cunt.

He then left her and plugged the rod’s black cord into a control box that he had made especially for him. It was full of outlets for all his toys and each one fed into a control switch that he commanded. He glanced back at her and watch as he flicked the control to its lowest setting. “Something for you to enjoy,” he told her.

The light charge wouldn’t hurt her, she knew this, but it would keep “tickling” her. The soft feed would run through her pussy lips and along the sides of her cunt while she lay there unable to pull it from her. He could already see the lust building in her eyes and he knew she’d be fucking the air with her hips in a few minutes, if not seconds. He moved away from the box and reached for this next present.

When he turned back to her he ordered her to lift her hips. In his hand he held a well lubricated plug. “You could take all of me when we we’re last together, but perhaps your boy toys of the past have been a bit remiss in their activities with you?” He raised one brow and moved the five-in-a-half inch plug across her hot opening. “You feeling okay lover? Because there are so many more things I want to do to you.” He stuffed the two inch round plug up her soft ass and listened to her moan.

“There was one thing you didn’t like though. Knives. . .”

 

[leopardlover]

Mark awakens at the vibrating and beeping against his skin. At first he is not sure what it is or where it is coming from, they are so faint, and, after all, he is still half asleep. But you don't live long as an agent if you don't respond to situations fairly fast. He strips til ye fabric is loosened then slices where it seemss to be, keeping pressure and heat under the material equal to it being against his skin. It could be many things, triggered many ways. He is going to be careful.

 

[Babette_____]

“Knives, aren’t my form of play,” she muttered though the thickening lust that was evident in her struggled breathing. The wand was doing exactly what he promised and knew it would. It was tickling the walls of her cunt and she squeezed her slick pussy muscles around it. She shifted her hips, wanting to take in more of the slick rod and he gave it a push.

“Ahhh...” she moaned and smirked softly as she started to pump her hips slowly in the air. The plug in her ass, suddenly vibrated too and she jerked forward on her bonds. “Fuck,” she hissed, the shock running through that sensitive part of her body was stronger than the wand and she glared at him, though her pussy throbbed from the feeling. “Turn that down,” she told him.

She stared, daring him not to listen to her. She wasn’t sure what game he was playing, but when he left the bed and moved to the table again, she heard the sounds of metal upon metal and she wondered what he had on his table. Another shock slammed her ass and again she jerked up. “Damn it Alex,” she growled.

Cassandra thought she heard a whispered laugh, but she wasn’t sure. Her sex was slick with juice and she wanted release. When he faced her, she moaned at the sight of the service gag and the nipple clamps that were in his hand.

She lay there; her nipples arched up and waiting, for him. Her cunt hot and soaking the sheets. Another jolt and she jerked against her restraints. “What now lover?” she gasped as she felt the rolling of the vibrations increase in her cunt when he flicked the switch another notch. “Ohhh...” she muttered.

 

[Rockingham]

He ground his hips at the invading object, just like a whore begging for a cock deep inside her. He did want her cock, her fingers, anything she wished to be inside him, forcing its way around him. His ass wrapped around it, muscles tightening, pullin it further into him. He let out a moan at this submissive thought, this girlish feeling.

He loved being under her, fucked be her, watching her please herself on him. The cut only enraged him further. He tried desperately to break the bonds at his hands, if only to touch her, let his fingers caress her skin. He wanted his hands in her hair, pulling it hard.

He wanted his fingernail marks over her tits, making her bleed.

They were held at bay by the binds though, and he moaned against as they pressed tight against him, more pain to surge his desire.

"Yes, oh God. Please," He wasn't quite sure which question he was answering, she had asked so many. He didn't know how to answer them, only that he wanted her, and she knew just what to do. He hoped at best the wonderful shaking of his spread legs, the inaudible screams of pleasure running from his lips, and his steel hard cock were enough to push her forward.

"Take me... please."

 

[FurryFury]

He tried to spin this thing his way but he was too far outclassed. The cell leaders of the consortium were no fools. They were the most cut throat, ruthless leaders in the spy community and they were not pleased with him.

"Your job was to keep Alex Danov, Cassandra Danov and their girls all separated." Roger Bikwurth growled.

"I did! For almost 15 years I did! It was only . . ." Edmond Buchanan tried to explain.

"You failed! Not only are they together now but they are all out of our reach."

"There was no way I . . ."

"You are useless to us now. We only kept them alive because they were useful separately and because of the quatrain's prophecy's. Now that they are together they must die. Do you have any information that can help in locating them?"

"We have traced them as far as . . ."

"Hold on Roger. It might not be as bad as you think. The third line of the fourteenth verse could be translated. "Then the four shall become nine. While pestilence eats away at the world. They will find a way to make the blood flow. They may release the remnants of last hope and succor for the world." Instead of how you have always insisted it should be interrupted that they will cut the last hope and cure, for the world, destroying it forever." Jameson Alcott cut in.

A fierce argument ensued. Which put off the destruction and confessions of Edmond a bit longer.

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They stormed the compound cutting down the mercenaries and thugs that guarded the exchange. What they didn't expect was to see the principals and the weapon grade Plutonium gone. Even more curious was the lab which had been torn apart. It was set on fire before they found it. Battling the flames and deadly fumes they tried to find and save what documentation they could while others on their team looked for a way out that the men they sought could have taken. Ha-Neul found a strange glowing blue streak along the floorboards in the lab but had to back off because of the heat.

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Alex and Cassandra's underlings tried to contact them with the latest alarming reports.

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A small thin metal stalk telescopes out of the device in Mark's hand. A side of the divide opens up and displays a small but very clear LED screen.

"Mark! Can you hear me?" Says a female voice. The voice sounds urgent and lovely. Julia Stephen's beautiful face and anxious eyes look out of the screen. He remembers her, how could he not remember her, the only thing is that she was supposed to have been killed by snipers in Burma three years ago.

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She began to buck into him. Her hips and pubis moving the object into him as if she really had a cock and were fucking his slutty hole. The knife flashed as she slashed out with it. One leg was freed.

"Push your leg up to your shoulders my little whore." She growled.

Her body continued humping against him. Gabi leaned into him, putting more weight on him. Licking his cock then tracing the already healing wound just above it. Whatever she had inside him was going deeper and deeper. His ass was spread around it, the little hold expanding to accommodate it, each millimeter thrilling and hurting just that much more.

Just when she knew he was close she bit into his wound and slashed the other rope on his right ankle.

"I want your ankles up by your head or I'm going to stop." Gabrielle demanded.

Her clear blue eyes were full of equal parts lust and threat. She waited for him to do what she wanted.

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Reese and Sophia's special moment was made even more special when a albino pigeon landed near them. It looked like something was tied to it's leg.


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127 people had died since 5 am that morning at Mercy General. Darnell Jinks rubbed his eyes and drank another Godawful cup of vending machine coffee. No one had time to go to Starbuck's if it was even open in this crisis. The coffee maker in the staff lounge had broke at 7 am.

He felt hopeless. What could he do but make people comfortable until they died?

Marcy Wilkin's had started coughing around 10 am. They'd be fucking for a couple of weeks now. He'd never thought she was the ONE but she was a nice girl with great tits and he cared about her. His testicles shriveled at the thought that soon she might join the 127 people, maybe in a day or a week.

How long before he too started to get sick?

"Dr. Jinks! Code red on ward four." John Cadi RN yelled.

Darnell went running again, exhaustion quelled by adrenaline.

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[Rockingham]

It was a horrible way to free him. He still had his hands over his head, unable to move much. Now she wanted him spread like a true whore to her.

He growled, low and deep in his throat, showing his teeth as he pushed his legs back. It caused his whole body to shift, his ass moving higher in the air for her, opening up his well oiled fuckhole.

His legs were up against her shoulders, putting them on for her to hold him up here, use him as she saw fit. He had no control over this anymore, she controlled how much to fuck him, how deep, how fast.

His breathing came faster, harder as he could feel the passion rise through them. It was bitter, ripe and everything he wanted in a good raping.

"Please," he urged, his eyes wild with desire, "Rape me. Fuck me. Make me your toy."

 

[FurryFury]

She pushed his legs up further until they were against the headboard. His ass was raised in this position and more open, just that way she wanted it. She worked a pillow under his butt to lift it even further. Gabi moved her body so she could fuck him even more comfortably. His comfort, didn't matter, because this was supposed to be rape.

Well, really, she was supposed to kill him and then rape him with a strap on but she was improvising as best she could. Things were going the way she wanted them this time. Maybe next time she'd have what she needed to keep her orginal deal with him.

He looked so hot. His eyes burning like little suns into her. His forehead creased when she shoved into him with her "dick." His muscled body carved the way she'd made him, smooth and hairless.

Now he was in a position that pleased her very well too. What a love he is, she thought. It was hard to believe just a short while ago she had been the one tied up. How wonderful this time was, so far, she mused to herself.

"Please," he urged, his eyes wild with desire, "Rape me. Fuck me. Make me your toy."

She chuckled at his words bucking her hips into him so the object was fucked deeper into his ass.

"Play with your little clit for me, Toy." She demanded in a low whisper. His hard cock was, in this position, so close in his face he could almost suck it himself, almost, but not quite. She almost pitited him. It was a good cock. She had enjoyed her brief taste of it but he couldn't taste it himself except by kissing her. That gave her another idea.

"Do it now." Gabrielle growled, continuing to take his ass her way. The knife was still in her hand, it sparkled dancing light around the room now and again. Meanwhile his ass was being used for her pleasure. She was glad she'd gotten some rest but she felt herself becoming tired again. Gabi knew she had to bring this to a conclusion before her new energy was all used up. It galled her to feel this way but now she thought she knew why. She wasn't sure how she felt about it yet.

"Keep those legs up!" She said menacingly, stopping mid stroke and waiting for him to make the correction. Her wrist flexed delicately. The knife's edge caught the light. Gabrielle smiled expectantly.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

He watched the play of emotions move across his wife’s face. He pushed the wand deeper and saw her flinch when a random jolt of the electric plug shocked her again. The plug was set higher than he’d intended, but her reaction had been amusing, so he left it where it was at. He walked over, and sat down on the side of the bed. Her back arched up as if begging him to take her nipples and tease them, something he had every intention of doing.

“What now?” he asked, repeating her question. He grinned and fastened one clamp to her nipple and then the other. He tightened the clamps until her thick, beautiful buds were almost flat, he watched her wince and then slowly slide into a purr of contentment, before it was pulled away with the shock of the plug.

“Cass,” he bent to her ear whispering, “There are people I want you to meet.”

He saw the disbelief in her eyes. He pushed the service gag into her mouth and she started to struggle, which only added to his excitement as well as her own, he could smell her and knew she was wanting this as much as he was. The gag was attached with several buckles and her mouth was forced to stay open.

Alex moved over to the control box and increased the wand to its final setting and set back the random vibrations of the plug. He then walked over to his wife and stared down on her. “Its time to play the Rescuer. You’re all bound and gagged, used by your kidnappers and then the hero comes in and saves the day, fucks you senseless. . .but it’s to late, you’ve told your captors everything.”

He ran his hand to her slick cunt. “You’re so wet baby. How many times will you come for them?” He pushed the rod and then pulled it out, only to return it again several times. “I’ll be watching. . .they just want to know where the List is. You know love. . .the special List.” He kissed her forehead and walked away.

“Cass. . .they have the knives. I’d give them what they want.”

His hand grabbed a small red tube and when he brought it over to Cass he showed her what it was. “Look love. I’m slipping this into your hand. You turn it on when your ready to talk okay. I know you love me, and you know I’m only thinking of work right now. When I “rescue” you. . .then I’ll be thinking only of you.”

He placed the mini-mag light in her hand and walked to the door and left her there to wait. After all he thought to himself, no one knew when your captors would return. It would be a short wait thought, Alex had other people to see and take care of.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia would have fallen in his arms and made love to him again, but something caught her eye. It fluttered by and then returned again, this time landing quietly and staring at her. The homing pigeon looked as if it were exactly where it wanted to be, but Sophia couldn’t tell, she reached out her hand, knowing Reese probably thought she was nuts. When she brought her hand back from behind his shoulder, on it sat the bird.

“I’ll be damned,” she giggled and pulled the small canister from the creatures leg. She grinned and tucked it in her palm, taking the bird and putting it in the bathroom. “No use letting it go home unless we want it too.”

She went back to Reese and sat on the bed. “I wonder what this is?” she asked. Not bothering to wait she examined the little tube and then opened it. A small chip the size of her pinkie nail fell out. She held it in her palm, unsure of what to do with it or what it was.

“Something tells me this wasn’t intended for either of us, but Alex or Cass.”

She looked to Reese and handed it to him. “Do you think Tom has something in his gadget bag to read that?” she asked. “Or do we have to head up to the main house and look around?”

 

[Babette_____]

Cassandra’s blood was pumping in her veins quicker now than it had when she had found out he was alive. Now he had turned her over to some sick fucks with knives. She struggled with her bindings and cursed inwardly as she fought the natural reflex to gag. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of the door opening and feet shuffling into the room that she stopped her movements, and concentrated on how many people were in the room. He hadn’t blindfolded her and for that she was thankful, the rest she’d deal with.

There seemed to be three pairs of footsteps. Two lifted and dropped their feet, the third dragged... his left; if her thoughts were projecting correctly. They hadn’t spoken yet, but she knew that was part of the game. She moved her head to the side and tried to recognize them. They had taken that away from her though. They wore hoods. Silk perhaps, she wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter, the black material blocked her from discovering who would be the first to die.

The taller of the three reached over and switched the controls that Alex had been manning to high and Cass jerked in response. Electric shocks ran through her pussy and her anus and she felt the sting of tears threaten to spill. The energy subsided, but she knew they would come again, it was after all set on random.

She heard the sound of a blade being pulled from a sheath and her eyes grew wide as the man turned to smile at her. She shivered as she watched the other two strip down to nothing. What the fuck was going on, she wondered. The bed shifted as the smallest man climbed onto the bed and removed the wand from her pussy and slammed his cock into her. The other man straddled her face and pushed his cock into her mouth.

The two men used her for several minutes until both covered her with their seeds and then they left her. She understood Alex’s game now. She’d be used and she’d be tortured, for what she didn’t know yet. . .the only list she had that he’d want was one she wasn’t about to give up. The slice of the knife on the bottom of her foot brought a scream from her throat. Her throat was filled with the cock of the smaller man and she was again fucked, until he removed it.

“Now. . .you’re list. The one that tells us the location of each warhead you have placed,” the lone voice whispered against her ear, before slicing a small nick in her flesh under her ear. He licked her neck.

She shivered in disgust. She would play her own little game with Alex, when she could. Right now she had to deal with slices on her flesh, slices she wasn’t fond of receiving.

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, Tom's really smart and resourceful. He's always good at stuff like that."

Reese began to dress himself, looking at the samll chip.

"Oh, a Doccimer 338. We could use any computer to find out what's inside it," He smiled, recognizing the small chip in her hands.

"We could find a computer inside the house. Although, I think we might want Tom to help us. I trust him. Tom's a very good guy."

He smiled, waiting for her to get ready.

 

[Rockingham]

He had to keep up this submissive stance for her, opening his cunt for her to fuck. His man cunt, she made sure it would get good and fucked now. Her pace was fast, forceful, everything moving with them.

The only drawback was that she could not cum inside him. He did not get to feel her hard and warm cock release inside him as she tensed up. He wanted his ass to be used like that, filled with her seed.

"Yes, Mistress," he was bent in half for her, his legs spread high in the air, seperate for her. She moved between them expertly, he wondered if perhaps she had a lot of practice fucking guys like this.

He hoped so. He wished he was just a number in a long line of men she fucked, he was nothing more than another whore for her to use, and discarded once she had gotten what she wanted.