by Moore, Gabi
I’m not saying I didn’t know how to fuck. I knew I could handle the two of them — at least I was pretty certain at the time. What I was talking about was the sheer appearance of capacity.
While one had been pushed back by my hand, I shoved my bag into the other one’s hands. Placing the bag exactly where I didn’t want the bag to go was my way of tempting fate. As it turned out the best way to hide a thing is to hide it in plain sight. After passing off the bag to the man, and taking off my shirt, I watched with delight as the bag was dropped carelessly to the ground. The man was walking over to me with his gun in his hands still, eager to reach out and touch my breasts.
I dropped my pants next and bent over away from the approaching man to untie my shoes. As expected, I didn’t get more than two laces undone before the weapons were on the ground and the hands of both guards were pulling at my frame.
Good boys, I thought, getting ready for a wild ride.
Chapter 27 - Piper
Fully naked and ready to go, I let the sunlight come down and warm my breasts and neck.
They were pulling at me, but that didn’t mean that I had to acknowledge them completely. Soon enough, I wouldn’t have a choice, but for now, I wanted to find some kind of zen if at all possible.
They were built in two very different ways, though each of them was attractive in their own right. One was thinner, and had long hair. The other was a prototypical strong man. The one who was thinner had his pants off first. I was impressed with the length of his cock. While I sucked him off, the other parted my labia, and began to stick his tongue inside of me.
His hand was on my ass, prying my cheeks apart so he could have full access to the goods. While my breasts hung down beneath my body, I focused entirely on the thin man’s cock. He had such a nice cock that it wasn’t too difficult for me to enjoy the task.
Soon enough, the man behind me had shifted from fucking me with his tongue to fucking me with his cock. I felt the pressure of him enter me, as well as the weight from his body press down on my hips. He grabbed me with both hands, and bore down on my frame with his body. The other man seemed to be content to let me pull on his cock with my hands and my lips.
From behind, the stockier guard was playing a game with my cunt. He would pull his dick all the way out from inside of me, and then push it in hard. Then, he would work his hands in a rhythm, and shove himself as far and fast inside of me as possible. He was inside of my vagina, and I could feel his testicles push up toward the entrance to my body at the apex of each thrust. He was an eager fucker, and the movement shoved me into the other guard at an increased pace.
I lost a bit of control, and was pushed forward onto the first guard. He took me down on top of him, and spun me around. Before I knew it, I was on top of him, fucking him steadily while the stockier guard played around with my tits. He seemed to enjoy sucking on them, and watching them bounce together in his hand while I fucked his friend.
The man I was fucking apparently enjoyed my mouth, because he pushed me off and stood up so I could suck him off once more. The other man got underneath me, and began fucking me hard from below. I couldn’t fit more than the tip of the man’s cock inside of my mouth, because all of my attention was being directed toward the man sticking his cock into me from below. My tits ended up slapping the man below me in the face, but I think he enjoyed the process more than anything else.
The two of them got off on fucking me, and soon, they decided that they needed to fuck both my ass and my cunt at the same time. I had never been double penetrated in that way before, but they say there is a first for everything, and it’s totally true.
What surprised me most about the experience was that the whole situation was much less about a reciprocal type of piston fucking, as much as it was a heavy ass fuck with an occupied vagina. They went after me in that way for a while.
The thin man wasn’t getting his rocks off nearly as much as the one fucking my ass, so he pulled out and rolled me on my side. Without missing a moment, the stockier guard kept fucking my ass while the other man got me to suck on his cock once more. He seemed to appreciate the attention that he got from my mouth much more, and I didn’t mind sharing that with him.
The two guards wanted to high five one another while they came on me, so the stockier guy got up and shoved his cock in my mouth. After you wash it off with some saliva, it’s not such a big deal.
I’m going to murder your boss, I thought to myself while he shoved his cock inside of my mouth, and grabbed ahold of the back of my head with his fist.
I switched between the two while they breathed heavy, their thick cocks pointing in my direction. They were both getting close. I could feel the change taking place sooner than not. They were swelling, and looking up at the sky. They had nearly completely forgotten the fact that they were guards, and at that point were nothing more than horny men. I held up my mouth open for them, and watched as the two of them squirted their loads all over my chest.
Allowing myself the moment to indulge, I brought both cocks inside of my mouth, one at a time, and made sure that I had drained every last bit of cum that they had to offer. I smiled, knowing that I had just covered my tits with their prowess as soldiers. Dripping with the cum of the two guards, I stood up to shake myself off and stretch.
“Damn boys,” I cursed. “You did a fine job.”
They laughed together, though I could see that they were a bit tired. Ideally, I would have taken more from them than just their sperm, but sometimes, you have to be happy with what you get. The positive thing about that whole exchange was that though there was some marginal amount of pleasure to be derived, I ended up being able to pick up my bag, and walk by my own volition inside of the compound.
Two down, I said to myself, wondering how much more I would have to fuck before the day was through.
Looking back, I saw that both guards were giving each other congratulatory pats on the back, while still trying to look officious. They were clothed once more and were standing with a bit more ease in their stance than when I had first approached.
I reached into my bag on the way into the bunker and turned on the cell phone. I did this under the cover of the doorway since I noticed that there were cameras on the outside of the bunker which were posted directly toward where all of the action had taken place not moments before. I didn’t dare set my hand inside the bag for longer than necessary and only did so with the active pretense of putting my clothes inside of the bag.
The cell phone was quickly placed on auto-dial. The only number that was present in the phone — Angela.
I pulled out what remained of the shipment, and swung the pack over my shoulder once more. Stark naked, I made my way inside of the building. I could only hope that I got what I needed from Maurice before any problems came about.
Just then, while the bag was placed over my shoulder, it occurred to me that the phone was hidden beneath layers of my discarded clothes, within the zipped container of the canvas bag.
Here goes nothing, I thought, and walked in to see Maurice standing there expectantly.
Chapter 28 - Tyler
“Fucking my security, I see,” Maurice’s voice rang out over the continuous ringing in my ears. “I can see whatever shame was within you is now soundly gone.”
The voice was loud, but at least it wasn’t directed toward me. I had been trained to manage so many things at the hands of captors. However, there was something a bit relieving about knowing that there was a slight break in the pain and process of interrogation.
Maurice, as it turned out, was a cruel man. He had me bound up to an anchor point on the ceiling. My arms and back had been whipped, and he had been slowly deteriorating my sanity by calculated aggressions against my senses. I had been blindfolded, gagged, and exposed to all kinds of variations in temperature. I had been drowned and brought back to life again. He wanted information about how the SEAL team knew about his initial operation. Just because he wanted information, didn’t mean tha
t I was going to give it to him.
“Time for you to hand it over,” he said, once more speaking to the newcomer in the environment.
“Hand what over, you cunt?” the voice replied; it was a familiar voice, someone that I hoped that I would never hear in a place like this; that was the voice that belonged to Piper.
For the first time in my capture, tears fell from my eyes. I could feel them soaking immediately into the black folded cloth which prevented me from seeing her face. I knew I had to keep my calm because to speak out might compromise her safety as well, though she was coming off a bit aggressive for someone in her position.
Didn’t she know what this man was capable of? I thought, desperately.
Maurice walked over toward her, his shoes tapping down on the concrete like an aristocratic tiger who is about to pounce on his prey.
“The cocaine in your hand,” he said, in a matter of fact tone. “My cocaine. The cocaine which you miserably failed to secure, and then attempted to steal from me… THAT … is what I would like you to hand over!”
He slapped her hard. I heard the sound echo off of the walls, and wished that I could have bitten my lip. My teeth sank into the fabric of my gag instead, threatening to bite straight through the material.
“I figure you had already picked up most of it from Antonia,” Piper replied, showing bravery in her response.
Girl has some sass in her still. I felt a slight glow of pride.
“Ah yes,” Maurice replied, “Antonio did willingly offer everything that he had in order to make sure that you were apprehended. I thought when your friend here, pulled that little stunt of his that we would miss out on an opportunity to see you, and retrieve the remainder of my shipment, but I’m glad to see that you came through alright.”
“You’re still a sick fuck,” she said, evidently staring at me, though I could only feel her gaze on my body. “You could have just fucking killed him.”
“Why would I kill him?” Maurice said. “Killing things takes all of the fun and value away from them. At the moment, he’s worth much more to me alive. Now I get to see you pine for him. Now I get to watch your pathetic attempts to rescue the helpless American Soldier.”
“Didn’t know he was here,” she replied, and there was a profound lack of interest in her tone.
My heart sank for a bit, and I wasn’t sure if she was putting him on, or if she actually didn’t give a shit about anything that we had gone through. My mind was weak, and I had been through so much, I thought maybe she was resentful for what had happened.
“Frankly, I could give a fuck about him,” she said. “That asshole is the reason my dad is dead. He threw me off of a fucking cliff for God’s sake.”
Maurice laughed at this.
“Oh you think that’s funny?” she replied, turning her ire on him now.
“Just because I think you have poor taste in entertainment doesn’t mean that I want to rescue your little toy.”
“Oh, he’s much more than a toy. I assure you.”
“Your boy Tyler here is a critical key,” Maurice went on. “He is the single remaining bit of information necessary to mobilize my greatest political achievement yet. All I need is for him to loosen his tongue, but unfortunately, that’s not something he’s willing to do for me yet. Pity.”
“If he’s so critical, then why didn’t you need him before? When you shared your plans with me before, they didn’t have anything to do with the international military.”
“I don’t want anything to do with the international military. Now, what I am interested in is the process by which the international military, specifically the American Government, managed to find out about my deal with the Afghani's. That whole deal was a setup because I had suspected that we had been infiltrated from the inside. Your boyfriend here was just about to tell me who the source was.”
I heard him walk over toward me, and my body tightened up involuntarily. The man came close to my face and whispered into my ear. I could smell his breath and his sweat to a point where I swear I could identify him out of a line by scent alone.
“Any news on whether or not you’d like to share that information?”
Had I been able to spit at him, or anything else like that, I might have done so. Instead, I simply shook my head from side to side, and then stared straight forward once more, as if to block him out. I heard him pull something out from his pocket, and then I heard a gunshot.
Searing pain shot through my thigh. The bullet had not hit my bone and instead had simply passed through the muscle on the outside of my thigh. I could feel the bullet’s passage like a torch, cutting through my leg.
“You really are a cold bitch aren’t you?” I heard him ask through the pain.
Apparently she had kept her nerve.
“If you don’t care about him, then I can’t help but wonder if you’re really here to take revenge on me for killing your father.”
“Like I said, I blame that fucker, not you,” she replied.
I heard her walking forward toward him.
“Give me the gun, and I’ll shoot him myself,” she said, her tone dead even and void of any sort of compassion.
She was so cold that I thought she might actually do it.
That might be a relief, I thought to myself, feeling the ache in my thigh going strong, though it simply was one more signal within my nervous system. One more signal amongst the many others that were sounding off all over my body. Each signal relatively fresh, and all at the hand of Maurice and his men.
“I like to see a little fire in you,” he replied, “But as I mentioned before, this ‘fucker’, as you put it, owes me an apology, as well as some information. Until he is willing to help me out, then I don’t think you’ll have the pleasure of finishing him off.”
“Whatever, Maurice. Play your games, if that’s what gets you off. I came here to drop off what I had and make amends with you. I’m not in any position to bother with your methodology.”
“No shit. No, you’re not in much of a position to do anything at all. As for your desire to make amends — I’m afraid that you might just be too late to do that.”
“Fuck off, too late,” she replied. “I’m here, you sent me on a fucking errand. I fulfilled your errand after you made my life hell, and now you’re going to tell me that I can’t work for you any longer?”
There was a pause, as a pregnant silence filled the air.
“I owe you nothing,” Maurice said. “In fact, I would say that you owe me since I was forced to utilize my personal resources in order to track you down. How about I take that out of your hide?”
“You know you don’t have to bother asking me, Maurice,” she said in that sultry tone. “Remember the last time, in the alleyway? What makes you think I would come all this way, fuck your dispirit guards, and not save my best for you?”
“From what I saw,” he replied bitterly, “You already gave them everything that you have to offer.”
“That’s because you suffer from a lack of imagination and a lack of faith. I can give you power, prestige, and will; all things that you desire, and nothing that I have given any of your men. Not to mention the fact that I continue to give you my loyalty.”
“That’s yet to be proven,” he replied.
“Well how’s this for loyalty?” she asked, her question punctuated by the sound of a zipper being undone.
“You really are a filthy little whore aren’t you?”
I could hear her already beginning to suck his cock. The wet sounds of her lips on his skin answered his question well enough, but to affirm his statement more completely, she vocalized agreement through humming. When she was done with her resounding, “Mmmm Hmm….” she popped his cock out of her mouth and replied.
“You have no idea. I have a little something in mind for you. Let’s make this something between you, me and fuck head over there.”
He laughed, maniacally in return, and then I heard someone walk over toward me. Piper ripped m
y blindfold off, and then slapped me viciously. Still stunned, I watched her bare ass walk back toward Maurice, who stood there, waiting proudly with his cock erect.
“You three, give us some space,” Maurice announced to the guards who stood near them. “We have all of the audience we need,”
This time, when he grinned, I could see it with my own eyes.
“You want to fuck my throat?” she asked him. “You want to fuck my throat while that fuck head over there watches?”
She laughed, and pulled her hand along her tits once more. “You think he’ll get hard, wishing he was you?”
“I don’t fucking care if he gets hard,” he replied. “Open up.”
I watched while he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock forward down her throat. Her lips were open, and she was angled so I could watch her drool and lick at the base of his cock. He cleared her hair away from her face so I could see how much of his cock was shoved down her throat. I watched as she gagged, and spat on the floor.
He wiped saliva from the head of his cock on her eyes, and it mixed with the moisture on her face. With eager lips, she reached forward at the base of his cock and began to suck on his balls. This lasted for a minute, before he grabbed her by the head once more, and then pushed himself inside of her once more.
Shaking his cock over her face, he came on her forehead. Then, with his cock still hard, he pushed himself inside of her mouth once more. She pulled on him, and managed to fit not only his entire shaft down her throat, but both of his balls in her mouth. The dull sounds of sloppy sex filled my ears. I was both hard, and burning with a sad form of desire.
To see her shoving her shoving him greedily inside of her mouth was intense, but to have her watch me while she did it was a whole other level pain. She was so eager for him, and he was so hard for her.
“You’ve always given me more throat to fuck than any of the other girls,” Maurice said, rubbing the head of his cock on her face.
