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2006-02-18
Suzanne slept fitfully, too tired to keep her eyes open but too afraid to sleep properly. She had no idea how much time passed before she heard the key turning in the lock of her prison again, but she was hungry and thirsty and the ache in her body had dulled slightly, so it must have been a while. She wanted to stay in her foetal position on the bed, but figured it probably wasn’t the best of ideas.
She had expected Sasha, and she was wrong. A guard that she hadn’t seen before motioned her to follow him out of the room. He marched her, still naked, down a long corridor that was as dingy as her cell, and into a familiar room. The man in charge was there, but there was still no sign of Sasha.
“I trust you slept well?” the man asked, grinning sadistically at the state of her appearance. Suzanne was clean, but her bruises had darkened and her mouth felt swollen from where Sasha had hit her. She sneered at him in an attempt to look as though she wasn’t ashamed and embarrassed at her nakedness.
“I don’t think I would make reservations at this hotel again,” she replied. “I had asked for a sea view, you know. ”
He was not impressed. He stood up and leaned over his desk at her. “I had thought you might be a little more cooperative after you had a few hours to think things over. Perhaps you don’t understand the gravity of your situation? Was Sasha not clear enough in explaining things to you? Perhaps we should ask him for another demonstration of his abilities?”
Suzanne started to tremble at the thought of her tormentor touching her again, but she wasn’t going to give up and give them what they wanted.
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“I’ll never tell you anything useful,” she said defiantly, and he raised one eyebrow in disbelief.
“Oh yes you will. We can always use more conventional styles of coercion,” he growled. “If you won’t cooperate with us being civil. ”
“Civil?” Suzanne repeated, a look of disgust on her face. “Look at me!”
“Nothing that won’t heal in a matter of days,” he replied. “We can easily change that; start slicing you open and leaving scars. Removing parts that you would miss… Sasha would be disappointed with such a messy method, but I’m sure he can be convinced. If need be. ”
Suzanne was shaking. The pain that she had already suffered had been excruciating, but she had known that they could do a lot worse. It was only going to be a matter of time before they found some terrible punishment that she just couldn’t handle and she cracked. And then she would be useless, apart from as Sasha’s plaything; he had said that she belonged to him now. He’d said a lot of things that had terrified her at the time, but her panicked brain was now clutching to them as proof that perhaps he wouldn’t kill her as soon as they had the information that they wanted. His plaything.
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But if she was a mess, would he even want her for that?
The futility of Suzanne’s predicament was beginning to sink in. She didn’t want to give up the information that they wanted, but she didn’t want to die. And even if she did give them what she wanted, she was either going to die or become a slave to the whims of her captors until they were bored with her. No. It was no good thinking like this. She had to think about the present. She had to survive and be strong and bide her time for a chance to escape. As long as she didn’t give up, she had a chance. She squared her jaw and looked at the man sitting smugly in front of her defiantly.
“We all have to do what we feel we must,” she said, and he nodded. He motioned to the guards who tied her dangling from the ceiling again. The ropes cut into her already raw skin, but she didn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her wince. She had to do what she had to do.
Sasha arrived, walked up to her and took her jaw in his hand. He was much cleaner than she remembered, and had also made the effort to change into a clean set of clothes.
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The effort hadn’t gone as far as shaving, however, so he maintained his rather brutal look. “Am I going to have to break you?” he said softly, stroking her cheek gently. He didn’t look like he was looking forward to the idea. He slid his mouth to her throat and nuzzled gently, and Suzanne’s breathing became erratic. “Give him what he wants, and I can protect you,” he whispered into her ear.
“Not good enough,” Suzanne replied. “I want to go home. ” Sasha’s eyes darkened in anger. His grip on her jaw became cruel.
“It’s the best you’re going to get!” he growled. “You’re in no position to make demands. Maybe you don’t quite understand? You are mine. Once he’s done with you, it’s me who decides what happens to you. Now you can either do as I say, or you can spend the rest of your life being raped by the 200 hungry Bosnian soldiers outside. And I’ll warn you, they won’t care how much they hurt you as long as your body is still warm.
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It’s up to you. ”
Suzanne glared at her captor defiantly. “I hope you rot in hell you evil son of a bitch!” she growled, and spat at him for good measure. Sasha released his grip on Suzanne’s jaw, throwing her head to the side in disgust. When she looked back at him, she got a glimpse of something moving towards her face at high speed, and then there was the familiar sickening *crack* of a fist connecting with her face.
This time, Sasha’s boss did not stop him, and the beating continued for an eternity. When it became apparent that Suzanne was about to pass out, he stopped. Not out of kindness; he just didn’t want her to miss any of her punishment. She was weak from hunger and dehydration, and she hoped that he would let her sleep for a while, but he had other plans. He slapped her until she focused her eyes on him groggily, made sure that she was awake again, and then the beating continued.
Suzanne didn’t think that she could possibly have any tears left, but Sasha managed to make her cry again. And whimper, and scream. After a particularly long bout of punishment, Sasha paused as he thought that Suzanne was about to pass out again. However, she surprised them both by dry heaving violently; her body had nothing to throw up but it made her suffer shuddering pains nonetheless. He hit her another couple of times, but she was fading in and out of consciousness every few seconds; it was time to stop.
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Sasha joined his superior officer and left Suzanne hanging alone while he went for some food and a drink. It occurred to him that the girl hadn’t eaten or drank anything in over 24 hours, which was probably a good reason for her fainting constantly. He returned to find the girl still out cold. He stroked his fingers over her body gently, enjoying the feel of her cool, soft skin. He was amazed at the delicate texture which was a stark contrast to the hard calluses on his hands. The smaller bruises on her body were being disguised by the larger ones caused by the latest beating that she had endured, and she still looked beautiful.
Suzanne woke slowly to find rough fingertips stroking over her skin gently. She tried to pretend that she was still asleep, but her pretence was spoiled when the fingers traced over her nipples and she moaned softly. Her assailant slid his palms fully against her breasts and squeezed gently, and Suzanne instantly recognised the hands as Sasha’s. She leaned her head back and relaxed into him, enjoyed the friction that his rough hands were causing.
Sasha slid one hand up into the girl’s hair and pulled her head upright, then leaned in and kissed her. She moaned again, arched against him until he slid both hands to her arse and held her against him. He started to grind against her slowly; he was aching to be inside her straight away, but he wanted her to beg this time. She broke the kiss and whimpered “Oh god, Sasha!” into his ear, her breathing ragged. He smiled smugly, slid his middle finger into her mouth and let her suck for a moment until it was slick with her saliva.
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He slid it over her clitoris for a couple of seconds, then pressed gently.
Suzanne cried out sharply as Sasha stroked gently, sliding his wet finger inside her very slowly. The pain inside her had lessened considerably since she woke up and his movements inside her were beginning to feel incredibly good. She knew that she shouldn’t let him do this, that she should fight or scream or do anything but cooperate, but when he touched her like this it took away the pain from the rest of her body. And that was worth an awful lot right now. He continued to stroke until she was squirming desperately, dangerously close to orgasm. And then he stopped.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered into her ear hoarsely. Suzanne whined, a pained look on her face, but he wouldn’t touch her.
“Please let me come,” she whispered softly. He stroked his finger over her clitoris again slowly, but only once.
“Is that all you want?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Then tell me. What do you want, baby?”
Suzanne closed her eyes, her cheeks burning in shame. “I need you inside me,” she whispered, and he stroked her again in encouragement.
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She moaned in pleasure.
“You can do better than that,” he whispered, and she sighed shakily. She knew what he wanted her to say.
“Please fuck me, Sasha,” she whispered. After another moment, she added: “hard. ” He growled softly at that, slid his tongue back into her mouth and kissed her, his mouth bruising hers brutally. She arched against him again and opened her mouth eagerly, kissed him back equally violently. Sasha reached up and released her wrists from the rope again, then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder roughly.
He didn’t speak as he carried her back to the room and locked the door behind them. He set her back down on her feet and threw her against the wall, pinning her with the weight of his body. He slid his hand into her hair, holding her so that she had to look him in the eye.
“Tell me again,” he growled, his eyes burning into hers. Suzanne felt a wave of heated shameful pleasure ripple through her body at the thought of having to repeat herself while looking into his eyes. She remained silent for several moments, too embarrassed to say what he wanted to hear.
“Fuck me,” she eventually whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear.
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Then louder: “Fuck me hard. ” Sasha shuddered in response and pressed his mouth against Suzanne’s ear, giving her some much needed privacy without compromising on the intimacy of their embrace.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled again. “Do you want to be on top?”
“No,” she replied, and Sasha smiled against her ear.
“You want me on top of you?” he asked softly, and Suzanne had to slide her hands to his shoulders and cling on to stop herself from feeling faint.
“Do you want my weight on top of you, holding you down? Do you want to feel dominated, baby?”
“Oh god,” Suzanne whimpered as Sasha whispered into her ear. “Oh yes. Oh please!”
Sasha leaned back slightly and looked into the girl’s eyes again, let her see the look of barely contained desire and violence on his face. She moaned softly in shock, her eyes darkening in pleasure at her ability to drive him so totally wild. He grasped her chin viciously as he wiped all traces of desire from his face and replaced it with the cold brutality that had made her so wet when he first touched her. She gasped, half in fear, and half in anticipation.
Sasha pulled the girl away from the wall and threw her onto the bed, turned away from her as he kicked off his boots. He turned back towards her as he dropped his knife, his gun and its holster to the floor. Suzanne was sitting up in the middle of the bed, her hands braced against the mattress, and her legs slightly apart and shaking slightly. She skittered as far away as possible, pressing her knees together hard as Sasha unzipped his pants and stalked towards her, utterly predatory.
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He grabbed her as he got on to the bed, dragged her by the legs until she was back in the middle, then wrestled her thighs apart roughly. He positioned himself between her legs, moved his underwear out of the way and pressed himself against her opening, pinning her wrists above her head. She cried out in pain as he thrust into her hard and settled his weight on top of her. Her heart was beating crazily with fear, but her body betrayed her as her muscles clenched around him and her back arched in orgasm as she moaned with utter wanton abandon.
Sasha groaned in pleasure as he felt the girl’s vaginal muscles contracting around his penis erratically. He continued to thrust hard inside her, waiting until she had recovered from her orgasm. When her eyes started to focus on him again, he leaned down and slid his mouth against her ear.
“Did you like that, little girl?” he growled, his voice guttural again in arousal. He had currently lost the ability to think in English, and had switched back to his own language. Suzanne had quickly learned to expand her vocabulary of Bosnian smut over the past several hours, and she was able to understand exactly what he was saying as he went on. “Do you like being held down and fucked by a killer?” The girl whined in response, arched against him as she whispered “oh yes,” into his ear.
“You moan like a whore,” he whispered, sliding his hand to her arse so that he could pull her against him even harder. “You’re a beautiful, dirty little slut. Aren’t you?”
Nobody have ever spoken to Suzanne like this before, and her face was burning in shame. But her body was burning twice as much as he called her a slut and a whore, and she liked it.
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She had never felt so desired in all her life. “Yes,” she whispered in reply, and he shuddered.
“Say it,” he growled, releasing his grip on her arse so that he could force her to look at him. “Tell me what a slut you are. ”
Suzanne didn’t have a clue how to go about saying this in his language, so she had to resort to English. “I’m a slut and a whore, and I need you so much! Oh god Sasha, please don’t stop!”
“Do you want to feel me come inside you?” he asked, his voice hoarse and his head spinning. His eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure at the thought of the girl calling herself a whore for him.
“Oh god yes!” she groaned. “But please not yet!” He smiled intensely.
“You want more?” he growled, sinking his teeth into her throat viciously. She cried out in pain, the cry turning into a desperate cry “yes!”
“You still need more, little slut?” he asked. “What does that make you?”
“I’m a total whore for you, Sasha,” she whispered. “Oh god, please let me come!”
Sasha slid his hand between their bodies and rested just to the side of Suzanne’s clitoris. She whined desperately and he smiled sadistically.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
“Say it. ” She did as he asked. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you scream for me like this every night. Do you understand?” She did. “And nobody else is ever going to touch you, do you understand that?”
Suzanne whispered another yes to Sasha’s final question. She would have said yes to anything. He slid his thumb on to her clitoris and stroked gently, then harder. Suzanne went rigid and screamed as she finally exploded into orgasm again. The contractions were even harder this time and they pushed Sasha over the edge into his own sexual bliss. He groaned “Oh, fuck!” as he thrust into the girl one final time, shuddering as his orgasm took control of him completely and he collapsed on top of his exhausted, beautiful little captive.
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