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My Name is Michael

By: blacksonja1381



(SonyaXKano Mortal Kombat Romance) 

** Few words from the author - 

When I was pregnant with my son, I had an absurd craving for both Mortal Kombat films. As a result, I became addicted, watching the movies every night throughout the nine months. Love especially the characters Sub-Zero and Sonya (it's my name after all). 

Few months back, while in a heated vidz-game battle Kitana vs Kano, my now six year old 'popped' a strange question: Why doesn't Kano has a last name like the other Earth realm warriors? I gave a lame answer that Kano was just a code name, and no one exactly knows his full name. 

My lil' one argued it was totally sad that Kano doesn't have a real name. Therefore, I thought it will be nice to give him an identity. 

I do not own the original characters - only part of the story line. 

Huge, huge Thanks to Strider John for your help in editing! 

WARNING 

Do not read further if you:- 

Have not seen the Mortal Kombat 1995 movie, and will NOT watch it..like never ever (Note : story is a sequel from the movie) 

Hate gory scenes 

Are loyal to Johnny-Sonya relationship / too loyal to original Mortal Kombat storyline 

Want plenty of steamy sex. This story has 90% story development and less than 10% sex scene. 

Are too 'straight headed.' The 'facts' in this storyline are subject to inconsistencies, due to being 100% fiction. 

Summer, 2013 

It was a perfect shot. The target - an empty rusty can - dropped off the wooden fence. "Good job, M.J!" my Mama praised. Her long blonde tresses streaked with silver shone softly in the afternoon sun. It had been a beautiful day, it couldn't have been better. 

My name is Michael Kaine, Jnr but everyone calls me MJ; they probably don't want to get me confused with my Dad. I am a couple of months shy of eighteen autumn seasons. My old man always proudly told everyone that I had the best of both worlds; I looked pretty much like my Mama - blonde hair with blue eyes, and I am well built like him. My broad shoulders and large biceps were the result of helping out at the ranch and farmhouse in Houston where we lived. 

A few months back, my Dad had found an old air rifle in a pile of junk we managed to rummage from his old family home way south of the globe at Down Under. One of his old uncles said it belonged to my Dad's daddy when he was in his teens. It had been my late granddad's favourite toy until he joined the military. He had then tossed the rifle away in the basement the moment he handled a real gun. 

Initially, my old man had been reluctant to procure one for me. He disliked violence and weapons related to war and combat. Thus, I am extremely pleased he finally gave in. He got Mama to teach me on target practice, disclosing that she used to be an expert military marksman and even got a qualification in it. He hoped, jokingly, I could get rid of the pesky rabbits in the farm area that had been stealing our vegetables. Speaking of which, where was that old man? Ahhh... 

I caught sight of a large muscular dark silhouette of a man stalking stealthily behind my Mama. I gave a small silent smirk. Closer and closer until a bright red dot flashed where the right eye was. "Hey babe," he growled mischievously, tackling my surprised, squealing mum by the waist and swinging her around. 

"Ewww... Mama, Daddy!" my ten years old sister, jet black haired Erica, screwed up her face. Deliberately ignoring us both, he turned my mum to face him and nuzzled cosily on her neck. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and moaned deeply in response. 

"Maamaa! Daddyyy! Puh-leeeease!" I laughed, resting my air rifle against the wooden fence, while the other hand ran long fingers into my chin length blonde hair. I may be an adult, but still; two mature beings showing their affections towards each other in full public view was beyond what I can stomach. In a distance, we heard the sounds of the ice cream truck slowly passing us by. 

Mama looked at Dad, and started to act like a little girl - pouting with duck lips and begging in a sing song manner. "Michael... I want an ice-cream." 

He growled softly in her ear, but loud enough for me to hear, "You can get it tonight..." She slapped his arm playfully. 

"Not that," she hissed, pointing to the white and purple truck, "I want a strawberry snow cone." 

He grinned, slid his hand into Mama's and they both walked towards the now stationary truck. A second later, he turned around to us as if he suddenly remembered he had children. "Hey, you kids want some ice cream?" 

"Nope, thanks! We're good," Erica and I answered together. 

A while later, they hurried towards us, each holding two cones in their hands and handed over our share of the ice cream. Hold it; didn't we just say we do not want any? Sigh, oh never mind. Erica and I started to devour our cones while they, hand in hand like teenage lovers, strolled along the long path sharing each other's ice cream flavour, until they disappeared out of sight back to the farmhouse. 

"If I used to think love is blind then I correct the error. It certainly is hard of hearing as well," Erica joked cheekily. I grinned at her. Our parents were still in love with each other despite Dad's looks. Not to mention their huge age gap - Dad will always be a good fifteen years older than Mama. 

Watching Erica licking her ice-cream away, I recalled an incident a couple of weeks before. Mama had made some homemade ice cream for all of us. That day, my sister had come home crying. Apparently, some bullies from school had been making fun of Dad's face as well as his strange accent. 

After a nice scoop of Mama's ice cream and lots of hugs and kisses, Mama sat her down and had a girl-to-girl talk on what happened in school. Erica poured out that the bullies called Dad a scar-face. The immature boys cruelly predicted that she would have a disfigured face when she grows up as well. They kept taunting her again and again how ugly our Dad was, and how horrifying Erica would look in adult life. 

She was extremely upset over the jeering as she took in a lot of his paternal facial features. My sister had inherited his black wavy hair and almond shaped sharp grey eyes. 

I had clenched my right fist in anger; thirsty to pounce on those who bullied any of my family. I took a few steps towards them, wanting to know the identity of those boys. Dad steered me away from the ladies and guided me to the living room. He mentioned it was important not to interrupt two ladies confiding and communicating with each other. "Let the girls sort this thing by themselves first." 

"But those boys are really too much. They picked on Erica, and they call you names. Come on, Dad, doesn't that bother you at all?" 

My good ol' Dad only smiled and shook his head from side to side. "Nope," he chuckled, upon seeing my totally stunned face. Hmm, I guess it never does. Even when other people find us weird that we never had a Texan slang in our everyday dialogue, he insisted that our family were unique and one of a kind. 

Later that night just before bedtime, I sneaked into Erica's room and she retold the whole conversation she had with Mama. Still distraught by the bullying and without thinking, my sister had asked Mama what she saw in Dad. Everyone in town knows our mother was a walking bombshell. Our Dad, on the other hand, has half a disfigured face - the scarred portion looked like someone had poured on sulphuric acid that resulted in a blind eye. He had since had a fake eye surgically inserted in his right side, but the eyeball looked like a red laser. It definitely wasn't his looks, so what could possibly be the reason Mama fell so deeply in love with him in the first place? 

I nodded at her query understandingly. However, if I heard the story of the incident correctly, it was not his fault he had the scar. Though not in full details, Dad had told us that he was once a very good looking dashing bloke with Calvin Klein supermodel looks. Unfortunately, he was injured in the line of duty upon one fine sunny day when the birds were flying peacefully in the clear blue sky. The person responsible for giving his totally handsome face an extreme makeover was no other than Mama's ex partner from her old military team, a certain Major "Jackass" -Don't-Tell-Your-Mum-I-Said-That Jax Briggs. 

Lovingly, Mama had explained to Erica that she had come to love Daddy because he will always be a good Daddy and also, he has a kind heart. These internal qualities override his ugly exterior and, she explained one cannot judge a person by the way he looked. 

On this, Mama was right. Our Dad had doted on Erica and me. Never in our lives had he laid a hand on us. He gave us all sorts of advice and told us how to overcome problems. As I grew older, he communicated with me as an equal rather than a small boy. 

"To sum it up, Daddy promised to show me some new self-defence and attack moves this weekend. If any of those jerks dared to call me or Daddy names again, they'll get their butt kicked real bad. I'm looking forward to it." 

Another good thing about Dad was he loved to train us in unarmed combat. Unfortunately, every time I had a spar with Erica, I would lose. Erica has the agility of a frisky cheetah. She could kick box me continuously while I tried to block all her moves without a chance for an attack. Eventually, my stamina would run out. Once she caught on to my exhaustion, she would do a low crouch, a 360 degrees leg sweep and knock me right out of the duel ring. 

And after she won, she would blow me a flying kiss - of defeat. Dad said that Mama loved to do that same 'blown kiss' to him whenever she won a duel with him, which I am totally convinced Dad lost on purpose to keep Mama happy. 

I smiled to myself at that. Yup, Dad's a fun dad with a witty sense of humour that drove Mama crazy at times. It doesn't matter if he's ugly or what people think about him. He's our Dad. He loves us. We love him. Mama loves him. Me and Erica - We love the way they both go lovey-dovey on one another without a heck of a care what other envious, narrow minded people think. 

I have yet to find out what it is that Dad did before, that made Mama fall head over heels in love with him. Maybe someday, I will find the answer. 

*** 

1990 - Before Mortal Kombat Annihilation 

Ambushed. Surrounded. The whole platoon had nowhere to run. A shot rang out and his mate beside him gasped. He followed his mate's eyes down to his stomach. A furious trickle of red blood stained his green uniform. He saw his mate's eyes rolled upwards before collapsing. He reached down to support his mate. The other teammates shot out from their Lee-Enfield .303 in defence. In a second, the area was hit by dozens returning fire from both ends. 

They tried to massacre the whole team. He was shot on his shoulder and a bullet grazed his skull. His fellow army brother was shot in the head, and fell onto him, shielding him from subsequent injuries. Everything was hazy. The sky and flying bullets slowly dimmed in his view. 

He awoke to see the wild eyes of a grinning mad man with an unsightly scar on his left cheek. "We got him! He's still alive! We're taking him and the others back to the Lord!" The last he saw was the back of the rifle. 

He woke up, drenched in cold sweat. He had always hated that dream. He frequently had this nightmare, but what made it worse was that it wasn't the only one he had. 

*** 

Two years after Annihilation (1995) 

"Take a break, Sonya," Major Briggs coaxed her gently, his huge paw of a hand on the back of the hunched blonde lieutenant. He knew of her heartache and the frequent nightmares she had been having lately. His private quarters were right next to hers. Her shrill, nightly screams were not an understatement. 

"Whatever for? You know very well I have nothing to live for, Jax," she snapped at him. 

Jax understood too well from her behaviour. It all started years ago, on one summer in her last year of high school. Daniel Blade, her only twin sibling, had lost the battle with a rare genetic cancer. He had not pulled through despite a year of chemotherapy. It hit hard on everyone in the Blade family - especially their mother. The once cheerful lady had shrunk back into the deepest corner of their home. She had refused to socialize with neighbours and even friends. The blonde Blade had tried to reach out to her mother, only to be shut out. In a way, the younger Blade felt she was blamed for her brother's death indirectly. The only person in the family to treat her like a real person was her father. 

Things took a turn for the worse a few years later. Her father, retired Special Forces Officer Major Herman Blade, became a victim of a robbery gone wrong. He was what people called 'in the wrong place at the wrong time'. He had swung open the entrance door of the convenience store only to find the frightened cashier being held up at gunpoint by a young thug. The latter was in midst of grabbing the cash bag from the terrified female worker. 

Anger overcomes him and he tried to intervene but unfortunately his reflexes were not as quick as they had been. The young robber, apparently without much thought, had fired a shot; point blank directly at the retired officer's beating heart. Her mother fell into a major depression right after, leaving the young lieutenant to mend the broken walls on her own. 

Her other police department counterparts managed to arrest the young thug, and found out he was part of the notorious Black Dragon Clan. Since then, Sonya had developed a strange obsession, as she made a secret vow to dispose of the whole gang. She played the Blame Game - she blamed the criminals for her broken family, and swore to uphold justice. 

Lady Luck beamed on her, as she walked into the footsteps of her father. She was partnered with a middle-aged lieutenant who used to be under Major Blade's wings. Their mission - to bring the leader of the Black Dragon Clan to justice for all the brutal crimes against humanity - extortion, human trafficking, sex slave trades, drug trafficking - you name it, he's done it. 

Then her world then came crashing down barely two years after they started working together. While in hot pursuit of Kano, their most wanted man, the sly crime lord managed to shake off the young Second Lieutenant. Her experienced partner, 1st Lieutenant Jack Crowley, managed to catch up with him in the busy roads of Chinatown. They had both run into a Chinese restaurant; that was the last time Sonya saw her partner and mentor alive. The waiter from the restaurant had helpfully shown her to the back of the restaurant where he had seen the duo, but they were nowhere to be found when she slammed the door open to the dark back alley. 

Days later, the whole Special Ops Team received a special delivery in the form of a large body bag. The pale lifeless face with a deep scar from ear to ear and the throat slit deep served as a warning from the Black Dragon Clan to the Team. Jax remembered how the young Ops agent, upon seeing her deceased partner, had calmly walked towards the bathroom and locked herself in. An hour later, the cleaner had unlocked the door, and found Sonya had collapsed ungracefully onto the tiled floor. 

She shunned everybody, including her own mother. Feeling sympathetic for her, Jax was surprised at himself when he volunteered as her new partner, much to Sonya's displeasure. Initially, the gentle giant found it hard to work with the ice queen. Who wouldn't? Stubborn, careless, she refused to accept anybody as her partner. It took a long time, and slowly throughout the years, he discovered her history and started to be more understanding on why she shut herself off from the rest of the world. 

Sonya Blade's life revolved around Kano, in which Jax assumed she was seeking revenge for the death of her partner - the only link that reminded her of her loving father. Her thirst to vanquish the Underground Prince from the surface of the Earth became a reality when she defeated him in a Mortal Kombat tournament in the Netherrealm. With the main leader down, the Black Dragon Clan had disbanded into hiding in different corners of the world. Both Jax and Sonya had vowed to seek out every member of the clan and ensure they were all locked behind bars as soon as possible. 

He was relieved that after Kano's death, she had eased back on her frantic life a little. For a short time during the Mortal Kombat tournament period, she had accepted a good looking movie star into her heart. However, the relationship did not last long as Johnny Cage was killed when he tried to rescue her during the last Kombat Annihilation. 

Jax had admired her. She was tall, sexy with a mind on her own. Regretfully, with all the guys in her life dropping dead like ducks during a hunting season, he thanked his lucky stars he wasn't romantically involved with her in any way. 

The Kombat War was a couple of years ago, but the devastation of the loss of her loved ones remained in Sonya's heart. She had not learned the skill of letting the past go, and this was killing her inside. It would only be a matter of time before the blonde would be nothing but a fighting machine with no soul. 

Jax sighed. She needed some time for herself. She needed that time to glue back her thick spirit that has been shattered to pieces throughout the years. She needed that, for now. Moreover, since the Dragon Clan has been broken for now, she should make use of this period to heal herself. 

"Three months off duty, Sonya." 

"Major, I already said no!" 

"That'll cost you additional four weeks. Lieutenant Blade, this is an order. Four months off duty. Hand over your badge, and your firearms on your way out." 

******* 

With one arm hugging the bulky paper bag of groceries, she stepped into the elevator and tapped her apartment access card on the contact reader, followed by keying in the security code. The bullet shaped car brought the buxom blonde haired beauty up to her apartment on the top floor. 

The heavy metal doors beeped, and she tapped her card once more. As the doors slid open, they revealed her spacious living room. She set her groceries on the counter and looked around. 

She had everything - a luxury apartment in the heart of Texas, a stable career, freedom to do anything without anyone breathing down her neck. So why was there emptiness inside her? It had been a week that she had rested, jogged in the garden park of the condo tower, played online games till late in the night. Bored. Sonya was bored. She had no friends outside her work, no social life, she was bored. 

She landed her bum on the soft velvety couple couch, the window view overlooking the bustling city of Austin. Thank Heaven for the noise, twenty four seven. She would never survive in the countryside. 

So, what was a single lonely girl to do now she had all the time in the world? Clubbing? A girl's night out? Catching up with old friends? She laid back, thinking, and suddenly all thoughts jammed her mind. Friends? She trusted no one but herself for all her life. Jax and her squad? She couldn't recall a time she had drinking session with them. What happened to her college friends now? What about those from her Academy? Neighbours - forget about it. She came home to Texas once in a true blue moon, and even then she never made any effort to get to know any of them. Her apartment welcomed her with dusty furniture and expired food in the fridge. 

Slowly, an uncomfortable truth grew within her. Despite being recognised in the Force for giving all her devotion on her work, she was all alone at the end of the day. Sonya Blade shivered. She will always be alone. It will be alright, won't it? After all, she had spent half of her life all by herself. 


My Name is Michael



Her eyelids drooped, she became light headed and she found herself floating away to snooze land. She had no idea how long she had dozed off. 

A soft growling sound roused her from her sleep. She opened her eyes, just enough to see a blurry figure of a man wearing a full gas mask before she fell into an abyss of unconsciousness once more. 

**** 

Their hands and ankles were bound, and they hung in a straight line on the metal beam. For the four of them, they were stripped out of their army jackets, leaving them bare-chested with the exception of their army dog tags around their necks. With their feet dangling about a metre above the ground, it would be a lie to say they were not in pain. The force of gravity pulling their body weight downwards caused a harsh stinging impact on their already bruised wrists and shoulder blades. 

His mind was still blurry, trying to make sense on his surroundings. He noticed the Oriental man stared hard at him, unsmiling without an ounce of emotion. Feeling uncomfortable, he tore his eyes away from the burly man and shifted his view to his right. Another prisoner like himself - he was very sure the fella was from the squad that attacked them - stared ahead with fear in his eyes. He glanced to his left to find a very injured platoon brother of his. It was Gerard. His mate had an injury across his chest; gory dried blood smeared on his skin. 

He closed his eyes and hung his head low, trying to conserve energy and pushing away any thoughts of pain. He heard the Oriental man ordered his men to do something. A minute later, the beam vibrated. He opened his weary eyelids to find the prisoners to his left and right missing. Someone had unhooked them from the beam. 

He blinked his eyes and found them on the ground, untied, and forced to their knees. They were made to bow low in front of the Oriental man before being instructed to face each other. 

From his position at the beam, he was unable to either hear or understand what was being communicated on the ground. The next moment he knew, Gerard and the other prisoner locked around each other in hand to hand combat. The prize, he assumed, was a hand gun that had been thrown into the middle of the man-made ring. 

Gerard had kicked the other prisoner who tried to throw a punch at him. Fortunately, for his small size, his mate was quick. He lunged towards the prize; his right arm sprang out and his fingers grabbed the handle of gun. He landed on his back, did a quick aim at the opponent and pulled the trigger. 

Please, stop these dreams. Why are you doing this to me? Please...stop them. I can't take it any more. 

*** 

She blinked her eyes. Pitch black. She squeezed her eyes until her sight got adjusted in the dark, before she dared to sit up. She did. Slowly but surely she heaved herself up and rested her back flat on the bed headboard. Her head still felt groggy. "Where am I?" she asked spontaneously, to no one in particular. Not that she was expecting any answer from anybody. She was alone, supposedly, wasn't she? 

A low chuckle was heard in the dark corner of the room. "Welcome to the Outback." She gasped. She would have recognised the distinctive heavy Australian accent anywhere! A creaking sound and she saw the darker figure of a man getting up from the rocking chair, and walking towards her. 

From the light of the full moon, her captor revealed himself to her and stopped at the foot of her bed. He was now clean shaven, and his hair was a neat male crew cut. The metal plate from the right side of his face had been taken out, revealing scarred shrivelled skin. The only recognisable feature on him was his gleaming red eye. And his grin. He gave the still sickening grin from the last match, after which he was supposed to be dead. "Hello, babe. Did ya miss me?" 

Apparently he wasn't dead yet. 

With an angry snarl, she leaped out and aiming to tackle him. Still smiling away, he had predicted her move. With one quick move, he whipped out the small spray bottle that has been hidden in his palm and depressed the spray actuator - releasing a burst of liquid right into her face. At the same time, with his other hand, he had covered the lower half of his face with an N95 mask. 

The powerful drug worked instantly and her captor was presented with a now knocked out Sonya on the edge of the bed; her right hand spread on the mattress trying to claw her opponent. 

It was like déjà vu. She lay awake in a heavy haze state once more, with a difference. She tried to move her limbs. Without any luck. She dreaded the thought why. Trying to pull her immobilise limbs, it did not take her long to discover her captor had tied her spread eagle on the four poster oak bed. 

Her discovery deepened in horror when she glanced down to her naked breasts. "LET ME GO, YOU SICK FREAK!" she yelled. 

A loud clang, glass shattering, a loud swearword and then, "SHUT UP, STUPID BITCH!" Kano's voice returned the yell from outside the door. She heard some gruff grumbling, tinkling of broken glass and then a long silence. Is he leaving her alone naked and bound in the middle of wild bush infested country? 

"KANO!" she shrieked. No way was she going to die humiliated. She couldn't bear the thought of Jax or the Green Berets or even the FBI making the grisly discovery of her dead body in full glory spread out on the bed. What would they think? A bondage fetish gone wrong? She sucked in a deep breath and exploded out, "KANOOOOOO!" 

"COMING!" She heaved a small sigh of relief. If he was really going to kill her, she was hoping he would at least allow her a shirt to cover herself with. He was a killer, but he was no pervert. Her heart beats rapidly when she spied the wooden door move slightly. 

A second later, Kano made his presence known, his back pushing the door open first and as he turned towards her - she couldn't believe it - he was carrying a tray that sneaked the top view of a plate, a glass of juice and small vase with a flower. She stared at him in surprise. He lifted the tray slightly upwards to show he was bringing food. He set the grub on the side table next to the bed and sat on the bed beside her. 

A slight fear came over her; this new Kano have a new trick up his sleeve but she couldn't foresee what sadistic plan he had in mind. She tried pulling herself away from him. He was just staring at her, with no expression on his face. She grimaced as he reached out and stroked her face. 

She swung her face the other way, trying hard to get away from his filthy hands. "Stay away from me, I'm warning you. They will find me here, and in turn they will find you here," she threatened. 

He shrugged and got up, sliding his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans. "Suits me just fine. I was registered as deceased a couple of years ago. Your colleagues will only know you vanished four months from now when you do not show up for work. You have no friends; you prefer the solo status in your life. You do not have any contact with your relatives. Your only living family member, your mother, is currently in a retirement home far far away on an exclusive remote island near the coast of Surfside, Texas. On top of which, it has been years since you last saw her. You can start counting the odds if anyone will bother looking for you now. " 

She stared daggers at him. "How do you know all that stuff about me?" 

He shrugged again, "I'm Kano, remember? Resourceful, sly with plenty of evil allies," He leaned closer and whispers darkly, "My friends from the Black Dragon Clan have something against you, babe, and they have plenty of information about you. They are more than willing to help me bring..you.. down." 

He straightened his posture; his words caused cold shivers down her back. He was going to kill her. Oh God, he was going to plunge his butterfly knife in her left jaw line and slash deep from one side to the other. She suddenly thought of Jack Crowley, and fear overwhelmed her. She was not ready to die. When the time comes for her to die, she wanted to die old, with her loved ones - possibly a loving husband, children, and friends. No, she wasn't ready to die now in the hands of this psychopathic maniac. 

Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the bright gleam of the silvery blade he pulled from his jeans pocket. He leaned down, almost hovering over her. 

Sonya Blade screamed and thrashed. She wasn't ready to die. She did not want to die. "Sonya! Get a hold of yourself!" he roared, his eyes flashed in pure irritation. He gripped one of her wrists. She screwed her eye shut. There was a ripping sound - but the absence of pain. Her wrist dropped to the soft mattress. She slowly peeked to her side, to see her enemy cutting off the ropes on the other hand. Shocked, she could only watch the heavily muscled man ease down to the foot of the bed to cut the ropes off her legs. 

Satisfied, he got off her. He pointed to the food tray. "Lunch's on the table, towel and some clean clothes in the drawer. The front door is open for you to make your daring escape. There is a rusty old truck in the driveway, the keys are inside. Unfortunately, there is no phone or GPS or Internet access here. If you tend to get lost often, you might want to get one of those dogs running around the area for companion." He left as easily as he came in, leaving Sonya with a puzzled look. 

Has Kano gone loco? 

She hit the cold shower. She hadn't touched the food; she suspected it might be poisoned. Her thoughts wondered what Kano was planning. He had removed her clothes while she slept. Therefore, he could have inserted an electronic chip inside of her; to spy on her and her HQ activities. She's no dumb fool. She turned the tap off. 

She inspected her skin for any signs of injection or cut. She checked her mouth, her ears, her nose. Two more holes to go. She winced in disgust. Her fore finger reached down, and into her alluring hole. Her other finger accidentally grazed the nib of her clit, and she jolted upright as if a shot of electricity had zipped through her body. It felt good. It has been a while..since.. Jack. Sonya shook the thoughts off. 

She inserted two fingers inside and started to rub against the moist vagina walls, trying to find signs of a metal chip or foreign object. As she slid her digits out, she felt a sense of emptiness. She plunged her fingers in again to get the full feeling, and out, and in again. The constant friction built up a need to release. Her sliding motions became faster. Sonya closed her eyes, and spread her legs slightly apart with the knees bowed a little. She planted her other hand on the wall for support. 

She bit her lower lip in exasperation, and she panted short and heavily, desperate for the tension to go away. She let out a low "ohh..." as her fingers furiously pistoning her walls. With one sharp plunge deep into her vagina, she started to dig around the small cavity and chanced upon a small sensitive spot that drove her crazy. Her thighs instantly closed, but her lustful need refused to let her fingers to stop. 

"Oh.. Oh.. Oh..." Her knees gave way and she slumped onto the bathtub wall. She couldn't stop. She couldn't help it. A few strokes of her fingering and one final indentation on that sensitive spot; she let out a short sharp shriek and sat upright, her head fell back, and despite closed eyes she could feel her eyeballs rolling up. A gush of warm liquid flowed out onto her palm and creamy thighs before seeping onto the floor of the tub, as she slowly slid her fingers in and out for the finishing touches. She heaved a sigh of satisfaction, and slowly opened her eyes. 

At the doorway, Kano was leaning against the frame, watching her with an amused twisted smile lingering on his lips. 

** 

He couldn't get the scenario out of his mind. He had been halfway done with his Budweiser when he heard the short shriek. On instinct Kano bolted for the bathroom. It was fortunate the broken bathroom door handle did not lock. His first view was of her sitting in the tub, panting wildly; he thought she was suffering an asthma attack. 

Then he caught sight of her parted lips and jerking hand, and he has instant doubts. He scrutinized her, before realising she was masturbating. 

Sonya, in her embarrassment and anger, threw a bar soap at the laughing man, yelling at him to get out while covering her breasts with her other arm. It missed Kano as he closed the door behind himself, chuckling non-stop. He spied the uneaten food on the table, and decided he should whip up a new batch of turkey sandwiches for her. He returned to the kitchen, grinning like a hyena all the way. 

** 

She stepped into the kitchen warily. She found him cutting two neat stacks of sandwiches on the cutting board. He looked up slightly and saw her standing behind the wall, peeking to see what he was doing. Sonya was staring at the long knife. A knife! She had a sudden idea that she could use a sharp cutlery for self defence later. 

He separated the sandwiches onto two plates, carried them over to the kitchen table and set them down. He sat on one chair and patted an empty one beside him, motioning for her to sit down. "Lunch with me? You take first pick of which sandwiches you want. There isn't any poison inside." 

He swallowed his saliva, as she took careful steps towards him. She wore his blue checked shirt, which was clearly oversized for her. The bottom hem swept past her mid thighs, and Kano frowned slightly when he saw black material peeking out from the bottom. 

"Are those my boxer shorts?" he asked. Sonya lifted up the shirt, revealing a nice silky pair of black boxers. She returned to look at him, puzzled. "Yes, I guess. The pants are all in huge sizes. I can't wear them. They slid down with every step I took, and worse I couldn't find any underwear." 

Resting his elbow on the tabletop, he wiped one of his hands down his face before settling his knuckles on his chin. "Sonya, the top drawer of the cabinet is mine. Your clothes are all in the second drawer and the third drawer at the bottom, I stuffed full of bed sheets and pillow cases. My guess is you failed to check the second and third drawers." When he gazed back at her, Sonya's face was already red. He shook his head slightly and signalled for her to sit down with him. "You can change later, after lunch. Take your pick of the sandwiches since you are so bloody suspicious." 

"You're not one to be trusted." 

"Whatever. Hurry up, I'm hungry. I have tons of things to do." 

Her stomach growled a little, the gamey smell of the turkey, melted cheese and BBQ sauce awakening her senses. She realised she was famished; she could not remember the last time she ate. 

Timidly, the blonde pulled a plate towards her and started to poke at the grainy bread. Kano, likewise, helped himself to the other plate and started to wolf down his meal, refusing to look at her. 

She waited for a good ten seconds. Seeing he wasn't dead yet from poisoning - her mind still did not trust him - she took her first bite. She gave a small moan of delight, her eyelids closed, indulging the well-blended taste of grilled white meat with fresh tomato and lettuce, the melted cheese oozing out between the bread and turkey. 

She heard the scraping sound of the chair next to her, and she snapped her eyes open with her teeth still chewing away. Kano hurried to the kitchen and dunked his used utensils in the sink. Turning back to her, he spoke monotonously, "Dump your plate and glass in the sink when you're done. I will wash up later when I'm back." 

Immediately she stood up and closed the gap between them, her right hand up on his chest. "Hold it, cowboy. I have a few issues with you," she narrowed her eyes. 

His left eyebrow shot up, giving her a quick top to bottom look. "What?" 

"Was I sexually assaulted by you? In other words, did you rape or molest me?" she demanded. 

"Eee-yeuw! Hell, no." He screwed up his nose in disgust. 

"So where are my clothes?" 

"I have washed them and now they are drying. You can see for yourself they are on the clothesline outside, happily waving in the breeze." 

"Why did you remove them if you had no intention of doing something indecent towards me? Did you blackmail me? Have you snapped nude pictures of me and sent them to my HQ?" she shouted, worried that was his intention. 

Silence. He stared at her with guilty eyes. Shock, and panic. "You didn't... Kano! Tell me you did not do that! Come on! Are you really that low??" 

Her right leg shot up to kick him in where it hurt most. He grabbed her foot effortlessly and pulled it upwards, resulting in her losing her balance temporarily. "You bastard," she hissed, trying to regain her composure. Pushing her to lie back on the kitchen counter island, his large palm held on to both her wrists. She reacted like almost any female would - kicking and screaming all the names in the non-syllabus dictionary. She was welcomed with a tight slap. Shocked, she glared at him. 

"I. Did. Not. Do. That! You were covered in vomit, bitch! I was trying to clean you up!" he shouted. 

"If you are a so good a Samaritan, then why the hell was I tied up?" she demanded. He rolled his eyes. "The same way you were doing now. Somehow even in your sub-conscious state, you managed to score a goal with your bloody hands and legs. I tried to wipe you up, but you kicked my pecker so hard it was almost squashed into a pulp! Not to mention the disgusting filth flew onto my clothes." 

It silenced her for a while, with both of them slightly panting. "I had vomit on me, and you actually wanted to clean me up?" He nodded. She narrowed her eyes and tried to kick him once more, with no avail - Kano's knee parked in between her legs, as he leaned his body weight full on her. 

"Serves you right, if I vomited! I remember you spraying that nasty drug on me," she spat angrily and half frustrated that she was unable to hurt him. His good eye twinkled, and he gave her the same surprised, guilty grin. 

"Actually, erm.. I was the one who barfed on you." 

"Come again?" 

"I barfed all over you when you were still knocked out. Then, I tried to wipe you clean. Unfortunately while the rest of your body were sleeping, your limbs were not. You kicked my peckie right in the kisser. As a result, I had to bind three of your limbs first before removing any article from your body in case your reflexes woke up again. Then, I gathered all your dirty clothes before I left the room. I had to wash your gym tee and sweatpants and - nice black Adidas sports bra by the way but it doesn't go well with that yellow thong -then I had to hang them out to dry. Afterwards, I had to feed the chickens before they started to peck one another, then I had to check on the sheep and those lazy dogs of mine. And I guess I totally forgot to come back to the room to cover you up. I only realised you were still bare when you were shrieking my name while I was making you a sandwich." 

"Why the heck did you throw up?" 

A short uncomfortable silence fell, before he revealed, grumbling, "One of my dragon pals got me the spray drug some time ago before I was supposed to be dead. If I recall correctly, I was told the effect will only take a second. He failed to tell me I should keep my nose and mouth covered until the fumes had cleared, which is about half an hour later. I had removed my mask right after you fainted, then I smelt the gas, my head went into a spin, and I barfed. The end. Answer your question?" 

She shook her head. He relaxed and removed himself from her. "Like I said, suit yourself to get the hell out of here. The door is always open for you. The truck is a stone throw away, and get the dog Diego - he's the one that looks like Rin Tin Tin. That smartass is a good companion and great help. He can assist you to get out of sticky situations." 




My Name is Michael



He reached for the cap that was hung on the wall. "I'll be in the vegetable patch if you need me." He briskly walked past her and disappeared outside. 

** 

She turned the doorknob, and emerged from the old building. The truck. Her eyes focussed on the red scraped paint truck, and she gave a grunt of annoyance. The Outback, my arse.The licence clearly showed a Texan plate, thus it didn't need a rocket scientist to figure out she was in her birth state. She was born in Texas after all. It shouldn't be difficult to get the heck out of there. 

Sonya's bare feet touched the sandy dirt. She curled her toes into the soft ground. She could try to escape. To the nearest police station, wherever that is. She was always a survivor. She could survive this, couldn't she? 

The truck door swung open with a loud creaaak; an indication that the hinges had not been oiled for quite some time. Her alert eyes surveyed the interior of the truck. The keys were indeed in the ignition. With a quick twist, the truck roared to life. She jerked her head to the windscreen, half expecting to see her enemy running after her. He did not. That's a good sign. 

She bit her lower lip, and tried to test the brake. She stepped on the brake pedal. It should be fine. She gave a short whoosh of relief, ready to leave the darn farmhouse - when a thought struck her. 

Why was Kano being nice? Was there a hidden bomb in the truck? He was certainly trying to make her leave and then hinted and pointed out about the truck. She blinked at the steering wheel. Bomb! He must have installed a bomb inside the truck to kill her! Shit, how did she fall for his trick? That was one cunning old bastard. 

She turned off the engine and her brain gear started running. She had no radio or any other means to contact her team, to inform them she had found Kano - the most wanted criminal that was thought to be dead. She thought she had killed him when she broke his bloody neck at the Netherrealm beach. Hold it. Dead. A sly smile crawled at her side lips. Other than her, no one from her team knew he was still alive. 

If she could kill him, with her bare hands - the satisfaction of avenging the death of her partner would be all hers. No one would look for a dead man. Moreover, if she left the area to find help, Kano could use the opportunity to escape once again. She was considering staying on and investigating his ulterior motive before he did any more damage. If he tried anything funny with her, she could count on breaking his neck again; and making sure he will be really dead this time. She could bury him in the land and no one would ever know - there weren't any other buildings nearby. She loved that thought. 

The only setback was that there was nothing that could take her out of the area. The brown-greenish fields and thick woods stretched for miles from where she was viewing. No houses or other shelter. 

Further to this, her mind was clearly boggled about him. There was something different about Kano. He seemed a little too decent for a criminal lord. She was busy figuring what she assumed he might be planning when a slight movement and a low growl behind her made the hairs on her neck stand on end. Slowly, she turned her head around. 

The dark German Shepherd in the back of the truck started to bark at her. He was pawing at the small windscreen separating them. Without further thinking, Sonya abandoned her plan to escape, and ran back towards the house. 

She did not anticipate the crazy dog running after her at top speed. The moment her bare soles were past the door, she slammed and locked it shut, just in time as the eighty pounds canine crashed into the other side. She slid and sat down, bringing her knees up to her chest while her body leaned against the door. 

*** 

"Whoa!" He had pushed against the door, only to find it blocked by something heavy. He slid his head through the small crack to find the blonde had been taking a snooze, probably still groggy as the drug's after effects were pretty strong. She awoke upon hearing his surprised voice and the heavy wood pushing against her. She groaned and tried to stand. Unfortunately, her legs had fallen asleep as well. As she got up, her numb left leg developed a prickling sensation of pins and needles as the blood started flowing. 

Her left knee bent suddenly, and she fell to her side. Immediately, Kano caught hold of her forearms. "Get your hands away from me!" she snapped, slapping his hands away and leaning against the door for support. She gave him a dirty look. 

"Easy babe," he mumbled, regretting trying to help the ungrateful bitch. He brushed past her, the smell of sweat and manure lingering in her nostrils. 

She wrinkled her nose. "Where the heck have you been?" 

He hung his cap back on the hook, and turned to her. "I told you I was gardening at the back. The tomatoes need special attention. Saw too many bugs on the stems." 

"I think you had better take a shower. You stink like hell." 

"At least I was doing something useful! From the constant barking of Diego, my guess was you were trying to escape. So why the heck did you come back? Miss me so soon?" 

"Because I know you are up to something. I'm keeping close eye on you. And I will find out what devious plans you are thinking. Then when I find out, I will kill you..slowly, and bury you in the outfields. How does that sound?" she threatened. She deliberately stared into his eyes, looking for a slight tinge of fear or anger. 

Kano, showing no signs of emotions in his expression, walked over to the fridge and opened it. Bending low, he retrieved two marinated lean steaks. "Sounds good," he replied - just a reply for her amusement, "By the way, does beef in pepper sauce sound good for dinner? I just pulled some nice carrots. They're fresh." He was in midst of getting the saucepan for the sauce when he noticed she came over to him. 

"Go take a bloody shower before I have to cut my nose off. I'll help with the carrots," she bossed; from that corner of her eye she saw he was grinning. 

"Care to join me?" he asked. 

"Shower!" she yelled, pointing towards where she thought the bathroom might be. She waited until he disappeared, before slipping a paring knife into the folds of the boxers she was wearing. 

**** 

She managed to slip the small knife underneath her mattress. "I'll sleep on the couch if you're uncomfortable with my presence," his gentle voice from the doorway startled her. She gave a small gasp as she spun around. Had he seen the knife? 

"This house is quite huge. Aren't there other rooms you can sleep in?" 

Kano shook his head, "The other rooms are still unfit for human occupation. The house is a little run down and needs a lot of work in the long run. This is the only decent room with an inviting bed." 

She shrugged to get rid of her guilty conscience and waved at the bed. "I think the bed is big enough for the both of us. I'll sleep here and you can sleep on that side." 

Kano stepped over to the cupboard and dragged out a large thick blanket and a fluffy pillow. "It's fine. We'll share the bed when I am able to trust you. Knowing a certain Lieutenant Sonya Blade, I wouldn't want to get a knife sticking out of my chest when I wake up in the morning," he remarked casually before he left the room. 

"No worries, feel free to come back in whenever you want. I do not have to kill you. The mattress is so soft and cosy, it will smother you all by itself," she called after him. 

"K.." 

She gave a small sigh of relief before reaching for the knife and placed it under her pillow. It had been a confusing day for her. Had Kano just made a drastic career change to be a rural farmer? He had washed her clothes. He had made lunch and dinner; they had eaten together side by side without throttling each other. He was so enthusiastic and extremely excited about his vegetable plants, droning on and on (which she found slightly boring) about how he had started the garden from scratch. 

***** 

He lowered the gun down. One shot right in the middle of the forehead. His opponents' eyes were half opened. He looked Hispanic, and young. In fact, he looked very young and couldn't be more than twenty. Just like him. He was probably from the same squad as the first victim that Gerard had gunned down. His very first victim. He had fired hundreds of bullets and thrown dozens of grenades, but only in training sessions and at human dummies. He stared hard at his dead victim. His very first prey. 

He had killed another person. Another life. Another human. Somewhere, in a tiny place halfway around the world, a mother would be mourning for her son. A father would be grieving for his fallen child. A sister would be crying, because her brother will not be coming home. 

But he knew he had no choice. In the dangerous game of life and death, it was either that Hispanic guy, or him. He stared at those lifeless eyes once again, trying hard to recall why he joined the army in the first place? Oh, it was to please Dad. He wanted to be like Dad. But who was he kidding? Has he been ready to face the enemy when they posted him to the jungle? 

The Oriental man patted him on the back, and took the gun away from his hand. "We only recruit the selected ones," he growled slowly. His men had dragged the lifeless body out of the sandy ring. Then they pushed someone else in. The naked bruised half alive Gerard came to view. 

He froze. Gerard had lost his mind completely after he gunned down his first victim. Right after he fired his first shot at his opponent, he had immediately aimed at the Oriental man and pulled the trigger once more. And again. And three more times. Those moves proved to be deadly for him. There had been only one bullet in the gun. "You've got guts, kid," the burly man grinned menacingly. His men had yanked him a short distance away, where the sounds of fists and combat shoes against bones could be heard. 

And Gerard was now in front of him. One of his eyes was swollen and closed. He was panting heavily and shaking uncontrollably. Thick blood oozed from his broken nose. He gazed down in between Gerard's legs, and a bad taste of vile formed in his throat. The coarse hair was dripping blood. His manhood was purplish and crooked at an awkward angle, and covered in red blood. Gerard. His eyes. He was pleading. 

The Oriental man inserted a bullet in the gun, and slid it into his palm. The low whisper stung his ear, "You look very promising. Let's see if you have guts like your friend there. Finish him off. And I want you to look at this pathetic animal in the eyes when you blast his brains out." 

His eyes locked on Gerard's. He saw his friend's lips move. "Please.." 

He lifted his hand holding the gun and aimed at Gerard's forehead. Part of him wanted to screw his eyes shut, but he was afraid of being the next victim should they conclude he was a coward. His torso still trembling, Gerard gave him a slight nod, his eyebrows lifted up, and he mouthed once more, "Please.." 

A solitary tear strolled down his cheek as he pulled the trigger. His sight was slightly blurred as Gerard's blood splattered onto his face. Cheers, claps and whistles. Someone lifted his arm up high, and another placed cold chains in his other hand. His mind went blank. He doesn't want to remember anything about that eventful horrific day. He looked up at the ceiling of the building. Nearing the top of the ceiling on the wall, hung a huge long banner. One large logo imprinted on it. It was a solo picture of a black dragon. He turned his attention to the trinkets that he had clenched. He brought the hands with the metal chains up to his face. Two metal dog tags. 

Gerard's tags. He suddenly remembered his friend's piercing silver eyes. Helpless. Gerard had said please. Did Gerard ask to be killed, or was he asking for help? No, Gerard was dying. Someone had broken almost all the bones in his body. Someone had rearranged his face. Someone had stomped on his manhood, it would have been a miracle if the organ was still functioning. I'm sorry, Gerard. I am so sorry. 

He flung the dog tags to the ground, forcefully. Guilt. He had killed his friend. He had killed his platoon brother. Somewhere in the world, another family would be waiting for a son who will never come home. He stamped on the metal. He shouted in anger. He kneeled down and punched the dog chains repeatedly. When his knuckles could take it no more, he hit his forehead continuously on the ground for a full minute. Gerard, I am so sorry. 

"Good, he's broken already." 

He jerked. He sighed. In his dream, Gerard was his platoon mate. But other than that, he could not remember who Gerard really was. Was he a friend? What was his last name? Does Gerard have a family? Who were they? Or was Gerard just a name plucked randomly from the top of his mind and that Gerard doesn't actually exist. Was Gerard just a bad nightmare? But why does it seemed so realistic? The same dream repeating itself time and again. 

For years he had been trying to uncover the meaning of his dream, without much success, of course. He groaned a little as he tried to loosen up his aching spine, stiff from sleeping on the couch. For nearly a week he had been sleeping on the uncomfortable scratchy sofa, ever since the blonde had conquered the main bedroom. Age had made him tired, and his back muscles need some pampering after long hours working on the ranch. 

He pondered if Sonya will still allow him to share the bed. After battling his doubts, he got up and made his way to the bedroom, still thinking about the dream. He hated that dream. He always had. 

She felt the mattress sink a little, as the weight of Kano bumped into the springs. She heard him sigh, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position, then silence. She waited for a few minutes, until she heard his soft snore. 

She was getting impatient. 

It had been over a week since she was abducted, yet there was no indication that he had been in contact with his clan. She kept track of his daily schedule. He woke up, washed up, made breakfast, dragged her out of bed - literally dragging her out of bed by the ankles despite her holding onto the bed post - forced some morning grub into her, then left her alone in the house while he disappeared to the garden or the chicken coop. 

Every day, she would sneak out to find him. She half hoped there was an old well, that she could push him into. Unfortunately, the rural area had been modernised with long water pipes. He would spray the plants nearest to the taps, and the more distant vegetable patch using an old metal watering can. 

He would dig, inspect each of the plants and record some statistics on a clipboard. After he was done with the patch, he would make his way to the fenced area where his dogs and sheep were. He never failed to feed them or look after the animals. At first glance, outsiders would see a hardworking, amateur farmer who was just starting out in the farming business. 

However, knowing Kano very well, Sonya knew from her gut feeling he had a hidden motive. It was frustrating for her that the sly and cunning crime lord didn't let any hint slip out. 

As the nights went by, the blonde agent was getting more impatient. She knew, very, very well that he was up to something big. She slid her fingers underneath her pillow. The paring knife was still hidden there in case she needed it. 

"Hello, babe," he chuckled evilly, blowing her a mock kiss, "Did you miss me?" It was him. It was Kano. 'Be brave, Sonya. He is trying to manipulate you'. He showed her his favourite toy, the eleven inch pure steel blade of a butterfly knife. 

Her heart started pounding as memories erupted like a fountain. The same weapon had slit the throat of Lieutenant Jack Crowley, her partner. She would not be surprised if he had done the same to all his victims. The wicked gleam glowed in his face. "Prepare to meet your partner, babe!" he grunted with teeth clenched, he leaped towards her, his knife out looking for its prey. 

She jumped aside, her leg kicking out trying to aim for the blade that had missed her by an inch. She missed her target, but the bright side was that the sole of her boot struck the burly man right on his chin. The blade broke free from his grasp as he stalled for a moment, trying to recover from his shock. 

Immediately, like a frisky cheetah, she crouched down and did a three hundred and sixty degrees leg out sweep, throwing Kano off balance as he slammed flat back onto the dusty floor. Confident she could take him out and finished him off; she lifted her combat boot to stomp on his hard angular face. 

She was too slow, though; her opponent grabbed her foot and pushed her off. The force caused the blonde lieutenant to drop to the ground beside him. Taking the split second opportunity, he scampered and sat on her chest. "NO!"she screamed, as the hundred eighty pounds of pure muscles straddled her petite, firmly toned body. His one fist was large enough to hold onto both her hands, pinning them over her head. 

She tried to kick, and struggled helplessly to push him off her torso, to no avail. Her screams became terrified, as his eyes wild with menace, conjured another similar butterfly knife from his right boot. 

She was stunned, in shock, unmoving, as he rested the sharp blade against her throat. "Say bye-bye, little girl! Tell your partner I said Hi!" as he slowly, torturously slit her neck. She watched as her fresh red blood spurted out onto his face. She screamed. 

"Sonya!" 

"Sonya!" his faraway voice became clearer. 

She found herself jerked unintentionally, as her eyes snapped open. She was panting heavily; her heart was beating too fast for comfort, and she felt herself sweaty. It took her a second to realise she was still immobile, he was still straddling her torso looking at her, with that weird look on his face. He wasn't holding onto her hands; his hands were cupping her face. She had slithered downwards, her head had left the pillow which was now above her head. 

She screamed once more, and fearing being killed, her fingertips reached for the knife beneath her pillow. Raising the sharp weapon up in the air; she caught a glimpse of his eyes. He was looking at her with that evil, wild, concerned look. Concerned? 

It was too late to think. Her reaction was faster than her brain could process the thoughts. In slow motion, Kano lifted his face up, and his eyes grew wide in terror. He saw the metal gleam in the dim moonlight, and he ducked. A sharp movement, Sonya plunged the paring knife onto her enemy. She missed his head, but the blade stuck into his shoulder. 

He did not scream. But his face screwed up in pain, his teeth clashing together in response to the foreign object stuck in his shoulder blade. He stumbled out of bed, and rushed his way clumsily to the bathroom. "BITCH!" he swore, his strained voice echoed into the room. 

It was then Sonya felt a sudden pang of guilt as she came to her senses. She had been dreaming. She slipped out of bed to see if she could mend the damage done to him. She was right outside the door, when he groaned and yelled, "BITCH! FUCK! BLOODY BITCH!" 

The bloody metal landed right at her bare feet. "Don't you dare touch that stupid knife, you bitch!" he warned. He was standing in front of the bathroom cabinet; a supposedly white towel blotted with his blood was on the injured shoulder. With his other hand, he was rummaging through the bottles for pain killers. 

She took a step towards him. "Kano..," she whispered, regretting what she had done. He stopped what he was doing, and pointed his finger fiercely at her, "Stop where you are, bitch! You don't come any closer to me!" 




My Name is Michael



"Kano, I can help," she said. 

"I said STOP THERE! I do NOT need your fucking help! You have helped enough, thank you!" he roared, his fingers dragged out a few bandages and an antiseptic bottle. The towel was now drenched in blood. She took a step closer, "Kano, I know a little first aid. Please let me help." 

"I SAID GO AWAY! SOD OFF! Help, my bloody bollocks! I was the one trying to help you. I was trying to wake you up, bitch! You were having a fucking nightmare!" he cursed, as he washed the blood away, mumbling what sounded like 'lucky it's only a small cut'. 

Ignoring his last request, she grabbed hold of the small dish of antiseptic and started to dab around the wound with cotton balls. He reluctantly allowed her to clean him up. While she attended to him, he took the opportunity to study her more closely in fascination. Despite her pale sweaty face, there was something in those determined yet sad eyes that were so mesmerizing. Something that spelt out secrets and skeletons she kept locked in the closet of her soul. Kano smirked. It will take a whole lot more than a butterfly knife to cut his way into her cocoon shell. 

"I'm done," she said, as she completed the finishing touches onto the dressing. He stood up, inspecting her work before turning his view onto her. 

"Unfortunately, I'm not done with you," he snarled. He grabbed onto Sonya's hair, and started to drag the screaming struggling blonde out of the room. 

The punch in the stomach really did its job. Sonya had groaned, her forearms pressing against her hurt stomach. She tried to kick him, but somehow he must have anticipated her move. He had grabbed her hair, hooked her neck by the crook of his elbow in a head-locked, half restricting her airflow. He had lugged her towards the empty barn a distance away. 

With a heave, he slammed the blonde on an empty long table. She had struggled to give him with another kick in the groin; this resulted in him pinning his hundred and eighty pound weight onto her. She heard sounds of chains, but dismissed it immediately. 

She strove violently to get him off her; and the next few seconds were a real blur. It was then both her cheeks felt hot. The bastard had slapped her left and right to weaken her sense of judgement. 

It was over in less than a minute. He stood back and gave her a sneering twisted look, mocking her. Sonya pulled her hands and gasped. The bastard had shackled her hands and feet. "You son of ...Mmmmph!" He slapped her once more, causing a trickle of blood from her nose. The trick worked once more. She stayed silent momentarily, as her senses spun to a halt. 

His shadow fell over her body, and she shuddered. Immobilised, there was not much she could do. "Kano..."she whispered. His dark unreadable eyes pierced into hers. Fear gripped her. She clenched her fists. 

She knew, as an Ops agent she was not supposed to show any sign of fear in the face of the enemy, but this was certainly out of the norm from her training. "Please Kano. I am so sorry. I swear, I won't hurt you anymore. Please," she begged meekly. Her eyes widened at the sight of his butterfly knife. Instantly, an image of a dead Jack Crowley appeared in her mind. 

Brave as she was as a special agent in the outfield, there was one tiny secret about the blonde beauty. She had always been afraid of dying since the death of her brother. This single secret was the reason that motivated her to ensure she had the upper hand with any opponent she faced. Either they died or she died. But now... she yanked onto the tight chains. She couldn't care less if she acted like a coward in front of him. He wasn't playing a fair game. She screamed. He grabbed onto the top of her nightdress, and slid the knife into the soft fabric. He ripped it apart, leaving her only in her cotton panties. Her firm rounded breasts bounced slightly upon their release. 

He licked his lips, and proceed to cut off the panties before dropping them onto the ground, joining her ripped night dress. She turned her head away from him, embarrassed at the thought of a top agent tied up, nude, in front of her supposed to be captive. 

It was more humiliating, and despite struggling to get away, Kano managed to stuff a ball of cloth into her mouth. She tried to widen her jaw, and pushed the filthy rag out of her mouth with her tongue. He noticed it, and casually got another cloth to secure the gag in her mouth and tying both ends up at the back of her head. She screamed into the cloth, until her tears clouded her vision. 

A short sharp pop attracted her attention. The sooth yet roaring sound of the blow torch made her muscles twitch, as she lay there shaking in fear. Kano was out of view, but she could only predict what he had in his sadistic mind. 

The blow torch was heating something for about a minute. In that single minute, Sonya let out a muffled scream. Her limbs shook in fear as the prominent muscular figure came into her sight, his right hand holding into a long rod with a flat scorching slightly bluish patterned surface. 

She screwed her eyes closed. She was not going to cry out. She was not going to beg him for mercy. Anyway, his expressionless face would defy any of her appeals. He pinned her lower torso with his body between her legs, his free hand gripping her hip. 

She wasn't prepared for it. The moment the hissing of the hot rod met her skin, the amount of pain that scorched through her was enough to set her whole body trembling violently. 

It was over in less than two seconds, yet, after Kano get off her with the smug look on his face, she was still shaking. The burnt smell of blistering flesh stung her nostrils. Her wet eyes looked over to him. Her stinging skin took away her will to cry. 

He leaned down facing her, "How'd you like that, Lieutenant? You hurt me, I hurt you. We play fair. I have your knife mark permanent in my shoulder; and in turn you have my brand mark - a very neat initial MK, in remembrance of our Mortal Kombat tournament. Hope you like it." 

He walked away, closing the barn door behind him. She was all alone, in the dark. Immobile, helpless. No one will be coming for her. 

To keep the pain away and her sanity intact, she envisioned that one person who could keep her going spiritually. 

Jack.. Jack... Jack... 

**** 

He was floating, in mid-air. A mystic out-of-body experience. He drifted upwards near the ceiling in order to gain a better view of the scene that was to be enacted below. 

He caught a glimpse of a dark haired youth, creeping into the room slowly. His eyes were fixed on the array of swords displayed in the red wooden dragon shaped cabinet. At first glance, he thought the youngster was going to steal one of the prized weapons. He was slightly taken aback when he reached for a small photo-frame of a lady. From his position, he could not see the woman's facial features other than that she had long hair. It was then both of them heard voices. 

He saw the young boy place the photograph back, crouched down and stayed hidden behind a dark pillar. The Oriental man and one of his followers walked in. The latter was informing him the updates of their current activities. 

"Teruo, has our shipment been settled?' the Oriental man asked. It was clear he was referring to illegal substances. 

"Yes, my Lord Keijirou." The dangerous looking mad man with a scar on his check answered. 

"What about the down-liners of our west clan? Have they been informed on the plan? Have you selected the clan head for them?" 

"Yes, my Lord they have been briefed. Their head, I have yet to choose between Sato and Kiyoshi. Sato leads well and always has a recovery plan whenever a mission faced difficulties. However, it seemed that the boys seemed to support Kiyoshi more. " 

There was a stoic silence, as Keijirou looked around the whole chamber. The youngster shrank back into the darkness. 

"The new recruit; I trust your 'training' wiped out all his memory?" 

"Yes, my Lord Keijirou. The boy could not even remember his own name now." 

"Good. Do not fail me again. Your ambush plan back in the jungle almost cost the boy his life. I had clearly given the order; no harm is to befall on him." 

He strolled slowly until he came upon the cabinet displaying the collection of swords. He shifted the photograph back into its original position, and selected a silver kitana. He lifted it up from the sword stand, and started to inspect it. 

"You seemed to grow fond of the boy, my Lord. Are you doing the right thing? If he ever finds out what you did to that old man, I doubt he will be pleased, your Lordship." 

"He was still a kid then. He won't know if you don't tell. I have plans for him. Big ones," He took a swing of his Japanese weapon before continuing, "I intend to make him my right hand man." 

Teruo took a step forward, anger flashed across his face, "Right hand man? My Lord Keijirou, I have been your trusted right hand man for years. Now this young boy is over riding my position? You have only had him for a year. What if he cannot be trusted? You are making a big mistake, my Lord!" 

The sharp slash was too swift to be heard by a human ear. A short thud followed by the sound of a spherical item rolling. The lifeless corpse dropped to the uneven ground a second later. 

Keijirou calmly wiped the smeared blotches of red from his sword. "Never question my authority, Teruo. You served as my right hand man for years. You ought to know better." He kicked Teruo's body to the side. 

The Oriental man placed the kitana back to the display cabinet, and turned his head towards the dark pillar. 

"You can come out now." 

The youngster nervously showed himself, cold sweat trickled down his torso. Keijirou motioned for him to come over. He swallowed his saliva, slightly trembling in fear as he closed the space between them, staring at the floor. 

"Look up, boy. I have a story to tell." 

He gazed slowly up to meet the larger man's unfazed emotions, at which the latter signalled him to take a seat. He was uncomfortable, and his eyes kept darting to the dead body. By now, there was a puddle of blood around the body. He turned his attention back to Keijirou. 

"I was an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. I hated it there, it was like a prison. But I felt powerful whenever I could terrorize those weaker than me. When I was thirteen, I ran away to join the streets gang. The orphanage never sent anyone to look for me. They probably thought it was good riddance. 

One day during my rounds, I met a young girl by the name of Aiko. She was beautiful, gentle but very skilled in jujitsu. I know this as I had first-hand experience when I was trying to extort money from her. I had never been so humiliated; getting beaten by a girl. 

I stalked her, found out she was the only daughter of General Hiroshi, Chief of General Staff of the Japanese Special Ops Force. Needless to say, we did become friends despite being worlds apart. 

Years later, I was recruited by Dark Shadow Clan that ruled the back streets of Tokyo. Aiko and I were still very close, though. 

Our friendship started to go downhill from the moment I met her family for the first time. Her General father had disapproved on our friendship after discovering I was just an alley boy, and assumed I could not make my Aiko happy. He rejected my desire for her to be my wife. I knew Hiroshi was the one behind all this. He had been feeding negative thoughts into his obedient daughter that I would never be good enough for her. To add salt to the injury, he introduced her to one of his military friends instead." 

He paused, and slid a hand into his yukata robe. He drew out an exoticly designed butterfly knife with a dragon shaped handle. He went glassy eyed, and gave a weak smile. 

"On the night before her wedding, Aiko and I met together alone for the last time. She was so beautiful, my Aiko. She gave me this knife as a parting gift. This weapon is her ancestral heirloom that has been passed down in her family for many generations. She thanked me for the friendship we had. Then she left. That was the last time I held her hand in mine. " 

The Oriental man slipped his prized weapon back into the folds of his clothes. 

"Along the years, my Aiko and her husband had a son who she fondly called Ikeda. She often brought the little one back to Tokyo to visit her father. By now, I was already moving up as my predecessor's trusted bodyguard and a ranking member of this highly prestigious Black Dragon Clan. 

Here, I had plenty of informants. I knew her whereabouts and all her movements. I watched from a distance, my Aiko living the life with a son who is supposed to be rightfully mine - MINE! However, the happiness in that family did not last long. My Aiko lost her battle to cancer when Ikeda was very young. Her husband grieved over his wife so much, and took Ikeda back to his home country. Not much was heard from them since." 

"What about Hiroshi...?" 

Keijirou pointed to the grisly corpse. "Teruo is the second person who got a taste of my Kitana..." 

*** 

He was himself now. 

His tale of life's events sailed smoothly as he envisioned one picture after another. He was responsible for the deaths of many others; either with his own hands or under his commands. He saw in his eyes, beautiful women, tricked into prostitution and savage slavery for the underground entertainment. Those who refused would kiss their gorgeous looks goodbye. He did not need to kill them directly. All he needed to do was to leave a few slashes on their pretty faces, and the bimbos would end their own lives few days later. 

He saw to it that his stock of ice, heroin, coke and other hardcore substances were distributed freely in the streets. How the pathetic scum begged for more, but they didn't have any money. Those pathetic street rats; they would do anything for drugs once they were hooked. They wouldn't even hesitate to sell out their own mother or sister to him. Strangely enough, he wasn't into substance. He often wondered, what was so great about the stuff anyway. He wasn't ready to poison his own body. 

He saw to it that his down-line boys collected 'protection' money from the shops in his area. Anyone who disagreed with the arrangement would regret that choice; a few days later, he would send them the bodies of their loved ones. Years went on, and he became a wanted man in more than thirty five countries around the world. Yet, with his cunning ways he always managed to give them the slip. 

He saw through the whole operation of the Underground World. It did not take him long to jump in rank to become the main leader of the clan. Yet, he had a tinge of wariness. Despite being the most feared leader of his clan, he knew someone from the bottom would always be trying to remove him from the rank. His survival depended on every step he took. He did not need to remember where he came from. Any decisions he took would always affect the future. He was never afraid to gun down any of his down-line who dared to question his actions. It's either them—or him. Which will it be? 

Despite living in the highlife in the underground world, somehow, a tiny corner of his lonely heart always reminded him that happiness is always a step away. 

Lonely. He will always be lonely. He looked down at his hands. He was twirling the butterfly knife in one hand, and the other he held a hand gun. Will the gun take away his misery for good? Let's find out, he said to himself, pointing the barrel onto his temple with his forefinger resting on the trigger. 

He awoke once again, sweating profusely. His arms swept the empty space next to him. He sat up, and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He suddenly felt lonely and so alone. His hand scratched on his erected manhood on its own accord. He gave a small sigh of relief. Still... it wasn't enough. 

The same hand grabbed the base of his shaft, and gave himself a few firm strokes. The blood pumped itself to the mushroom head, but yet, something was preventing him from cumming. His nostrils flared in frustration as he sped up, his hand jerking furiously. The friction caused an irritable painful itch on the sides of his erect shaft, forcing him to stop. He caught his breath. He needed something slippery, and deliciously smooth and wet... 

"Bloody cunt!" he cursed, throwing the bed sheets behind him as he jumped out of bed. 

*** 

Soft lips nibbled on the side of her neck. She was too weary to open her eyes. His rough calloused hands, from his five decades of work, started to explore her upper torso. She moaned quietly; her body began to react on its own. She missed the games they used to play together. She tried to twist her wrists to wiggle out of the shackles. The handcuff game was a norm for both of them. At times, he would even blindfold her for a more exciting experience. 

She took a deep breath in, smelling his coarse hair. The scent of his hair was different now; and there was the absence of his favourite Hugo aftershave. She ignored those entirely, as he kneaded her right breast gently. His palm brushed against her already erect nipples - previously from the cold - triggering an electrifying sensation down to her lower belly. She gave a sigh, it has been a while since she experienced that type of feeling. She tugged at her bonds, trying to break free. She wanted to run her hands on his back, discovering every inch of skin. 

"Jack," she whispered hoarsely. 

He halted, and suddenly, she felt something wasn't quite right. The lips bit her ear a little, before she heard a chilling low voice, "I'm not Jack. Jack's dead." 

Her eyes snapped open. "Bastard!" she yelled, struggling to free herself from the shackles. 

Kano chuckled evilly. "You should be glad I'm back, babe!" he remarked, his hands reaching for the waistband of his boxers. 

Sonya lifted her head up to see her nemesis had slid off the boxers, revealing a nice thick seven inch of muscle protruding out from a nest of black hair. She gasped in horror. He gave her a sickening grin, "Like what you see, babe?" 

She twisted her lips in pure disgust, "You kidding? That is abnormal! Have you been stuffing silicon gels through the head?" 

He stroked his veined manhood slowly; he noticed her eyes never left his privates. "It's not fully erected yet, babe. Give me a minute and you'll see the final product." One of her eyebrows shot upwards, as if doubting him. She gave a trail of soft counting, trying her best to annoy him, "Your minute starts now. One one thousand, two one thousand..." 

She lost track of her counting. She guessed it had been over five minutes since he started masturbating. By now, Kano's face had gone reddish purple. One of his hands was gripping the table top, grunting, as he tried hard to let it out. His male organ had swollen to a size larger than before; standing a full ninety degrees from his thighs. 

He bent over slowly, and finally he lifted his hands up and dropped them instantly, and gave a resigned growl, "Bloody shit! What the hell is wrong with you!" 

"What's wrong with me? I did not do anything! You brought me here!" she retorted angrily. 

"Not you.. THIS!" he stood in front of her with legs apart, his fingers pointing to his stiff organ. 

Curiosity got the better part of her rather than hatred. "So, what's wrong with it?" 

He sighed, "What's wrong? Some sort of dysfunction that doctors categorise as retarded ejaculation. I get stiff for hours but I can't get myself to release. That's what's wrong. I tried to jerk myself, it doesn't work. I thought of staring at your naked self, think dirty thoughts, but it still doesn't work. I am sexually frustrated now because all my juice is desperate to come out, but there is an invisible gate at the opening that refuses to let it out!" 




My Name is Michael



He placed both his hands on his hips and looked down, breathing heavily. "Bloody balls. I swear I never had this problem before the Mortal Kombat tournament. That bloody Shang Tsung did not take away my soul. He took away my life." 

"He's dead, Idiot. Liu Kang killed him. Oh wait, of course you wouldn't know. You were supposed to be dead as well!" she paused a little before continuing, "In this case, something of yours is dead." 

Sonya stated to giggle; she had no idea in her helpless position she could still find his situation comical. He frowned at her, "Not funny, babe." He disappeared from her view, mumbling. From the shuffling sound from the floor, she assumed he was looking for something. 

He did, and it was a long slender metal object that he placed in between his lips. He started to climb on top of her. If only she had enough slack for her teeth to bite onto the brown nipple or any part of his chest skin... 

With a clang her right wrist came free. She strained her neck to find out the metal object was actually a key and he was in midst of freeing her left wrist. 

"Sorry, does it hurt?" he murmured, rubbing his thumb tenderly onto the red marks that indented her wrist skin. Hurt?? What the heck was he thinking? He hurt her, and now he was sorry? In a second, she was truly mind baffling by this new Kano. Dangerous and yet tame at the same time? So which was he really? 

He shifted his view from her wrist, to look directly below him - right into her irises. She was staring at him. Not in fear. Not in her usual anger. There was no emotion; however, there was a tinge of fire in it. Her lips were slightly full, and it brought out her high cheekbones nicely. Her silky blonde tresses fanned out on the table. 

He was beginning to realise that she was an attractive female of her species, when he felt his cock started to twitch differently. She squirmed a little under him. She squeezed her pelvic muscles, and felt a strange wet sensation at the entrance of her vagina. It had been a while for her since ...Jack. 

She shut him away from her thoughts by screwing her eyelids shut. She opened her lids to find a pair of almond shaped grey eyes staring back at her. She felt a lump in her throat. 

For years the Lieutenant had been obsessed with Kano, trying to fulfil her personal mission to exterminate him permanently off the planet Earth. 

Yet, for some unknown reason she felt the obsession now turned into something else. She scrutinized his face, and unexpectedly in that moment, she found he wasn't that bad looking at all. The shrivelled uneven skin around his right cheek bones had overridden the previous hideous metal plate. His scruffy unkempt beard was gone, revealing more of his facial features. 

His lip ends curved upwards and his eyes squinted a little, softening his fierce expression. Slowly Sonya's right lip followed his lip curve, to a side smile. He did a surprised double take on that, and unanticipated, exposed his two rows of teeth in a doubtful grin. He looked so appealingly cute that she returned his grin with a short sincere laugh. He chuckled back upon seeing the twinkle in her eyes. 

In that awkward situation, he felt his manhood twitch repeatedly again on her stomach. This time, she felt his meat vibrating on her tummy, which leads to an excited feeling in her core. It seemed not only Kano was dying for release. He pulled himself away from her and helped her to sit up on the table edge. 

"Come on, let's get back to the house. I'll find some ointment for the burn." 

It was then she realised she had forgotten about the branding. She checked on her branded hip. Kano had plastered some sort of cooling patch on it. It smelt like aloe vera, and she did not feel the pain at all. 

She bit her lips as she felt more wetness oozing out in between her legs. "Kano, I'll give you head," she blurted out. 

He blinked a few times. Did she just say what he thought she had said? "Excuse me?" 

She rolled her eyes, "I'll give you a blowjob. You know another term for... sucking, licking," she swallowed her saliva, "making your thingie spit out.." 

"I know what it is!" he cut her off sharply. He lifted his eyebrow, "I just want to know why. If you have intention of making me a eunuch, do yourself a favour and forget it. I'm not offering my baby maker to you on a silver platter, thank you very much." 

"Let's see, because I am stuck here, in the middle of nowhere Texas with only you for company. You still owe me an explanation why I am here by the way. Besides it is bloody cold in here, and my nipples and your dickie are hard. It is your fault; you made the first move to trigger my sexual nerves. Kindly consider this a golden opportunity as a good whacking revenge hate-fuck. It is a safe romp since we are both already nude, thus there are no hidden weapons unless there is one up your arse. Besides it has been a while since I got laid..." 

"Aahh, this gets better..." 

"Shut up, Kano," she sighed. "I know I sound strangely stupid and desperate. But we both need this and you know it. Come on, I promise I won't bite." 

He stretched out on the dusty barn floor against the wooden pillar, his hands behind his head. He gave a whoosh of pleasure as she lowered her mouth down onto his large member, and lodged it deep into her throat. He chuckled. "That's right, babe. Move your tongue on the underside of my little one. Oh, yeah. Lick the head, honey. That's right. My balls, babe. Use your hands, fondle them. Love them." 

Her head bobbed up and down, paused occasionally to rub her saliva evenly on the mushroom head before commencing to dance her tongue all over his shaft. 

"Oh, yeah babe. You're good. No, you're extraordinary. Oh my bloody balls, it feels so GOOD. You're so skilled.." 

She stopped for a moment to smack her lips. Next, she hovered her opened thick luscious lips above the swollen head and teased around the smooth surface with the tip of her tongue. She gave him a playful wink. He shook his head and gave out a deep silky growl. 

She then squeezed her breasts together, enveloping his cock in the middle, and started to breast fuck him. "Babe..." he groaned, leaning his head back with his eyes closed. Her fingers from each hand found her little nipples and started to rub some friction onto them. The sensitive nerves from her little nubs brought electrifying lust through her body, and it resulted in accelerating her breast fucking, escalating the pressure to release from Kano. He clamped his molars together, and finally, he felt his fluid rushing to exit from their locked chamber. 

His legs stiffened, and he felt three desperate twitches in the muscles of his cock. Letting out a loud growl, he shot thick ropes of white semen all over her attractive face. 

He gave a resigned sigh of relief. "Blimey... That felt bloody good. Lick the cum around your mouth. The rest, use your hand to wipe off and eat it," he ordered unfeelingly. 

She complied, and was surprised she did not find his load atrocious at all. She not only licked all the pale cream off her fingers, she cleaned his long, thick member as well using her pink tongue. When she was done, she looked at him longingly. Her need was still not met; her dripping pussy was waiting for release. She started to stroke his legs continuously up and down, pouting her lips hoping he would get her hint. He didn't, obviously on purpose. Kano was being Kano. 

She raised herself, kneeling, legs apart, and pushed her left hip out slightly. Her fore finger rubbed and circled in her soft blonde curls. "Kano..." 

His cold face was hard and unreadable; then, he gave her a lopsided grin. He thrust out both his hands, he beckoned her to come to him, "Come here, babe. Daddy is thirsty." 

Without a second wait, she jumped onto his chest gleefully. She slid closer, and his palms lifted up her butt cheeks; his mouth found her wet vagina and swollen clit. "Who do you belong to, babe?" he demanded, his tongue started to flick in and out of her passageway. She arched her back as an electric jolt from the nerve ends travelled from her moist pussy to her legs, as she whimpered lustfully, "I belong to you..." 

Smiling away, he claimed his prize by sucking her oozing love juices dry. Her mouth open in an 'O', one of her hands gripping his shoulder and the other palm flat against the pillar as she ground her pussy into his face - hungry for more. 

He stopped suddenly, his mischievous eye looking up at her. "Kano...," she groaned in frustration, humping herself onto his mouth. "Don't stop. I'm so..close...," she whined, her nails raking onto his flesh lightly. 

He grinned shrewdly, "Then stay with me at this farmhouse, and I'll let you cum. Give yourself to me, submit to me, be mine on your own free will." He gave her a tormented, slow lick on the rim of her pussy hole. 

"Yes.. Yes.. YES!" she cried uncontrollably, forcing herself to plant her slick folds onto his lips. 

"Will you submit to me? Do you want to cum?" he grilled her again. He teased her tiny clit just to be sure, enough to send her to the edge, but not ready to break through. Her eyes rolled upwards, and she sucked in her breath until her chest expanded, yet not enough to let go. Just a little more. She shook her head vigorously like a mad woman. 

"Yes! I'll stay with you! I'll submit to you! I swear, Kano! Just let me cum!" 

He grinned, and took the rigid little swollen bud in between his teeth and started to roll it with his tongue before jabbing his licking organ repeatedly into her passage walls. She swore; her body started to be on fire, the burning and steaming of her passion, writhing helplessly. Finally, her muscle walls clamped onto her nemesis's powerful oral organ, releasing a spurt of her nectar directly into his waiting mouth. 

The cool night's silence was broken by her shrill cry of climax; her sweet juices flowed freely as he lapped it eagerly. 

*** 

He blew out the last of his smoke and grinned at the blonde whose head rested on his lower torso. Her fingers was toying with his still erect penis, playfully slapping it gently. He stubbed the end of the Lucky Strike and flicked it away without an aim. 

"You know what, Kano... suddenly I think we are getting really bloody ridiculous. And I am supposed to hate you." She glanced to him, and gave a wicked grin, "Shall we start Round 2?" 

She lowered her head down and took the tip into her mouth, circling it around with her tongue. She placed her palm on the base for support and pushed down the coarse hair flat to his balls. 

He gave a little grunt in pleasure as she slid his cock down her throat. She idled it in position there momentarily; his long thick organ fitting snugly within the walls of her throat. "Mmm Babe, that feels great." 

She lifted her head up until the mushroom head was positioned at her lips, and she started to lick the length down, up and down again. Her fingers toyed with his balls, and gave them a little caress. 

"Hold on, babe," he grunted. He stood up and carried her in his beefy arms. He dropped Sonya with her back to the table and then turned her around. He positioned her to leaning over, and pressed her down flat on top of the table gently, bent at the hips, the feet still on the floor. 

"Spread your legs apart, babe," he hissed huskily, his index finger running along the blonde's arse crack before inserting it inside her wet hole and delving around. She gave a short gasp, as he pulled his digit out to inspect his slick finger. She turned her head back, her face flustered with desire. "Kano..." she moaned, arching her back. Her actions forced more blood to pump into his organ, swelling it up once more. He groaned. 

Without wasting another second, he rested the tip of the mushroom head at the entrance of her pussy lips. Then, grabbing both her butt cheeks, the ex-criminal lord shoved the whole lucky seven inches of length into her waiting love hole. "Kano!"She gave a small shriek, as a jolt of pleasure shuddered through her. 

He slammed his pulsating large member repeatedly in and out of her hole. Sonya closed her eyes, giving a little "Uh, uh, uh...", following his vigorous thrusts. Her right index finger and thumb found her right nipple and started to roll it. 

"No, let me," he mouthed, as both his hands grabbed onto her breasts from behind while he was still screwing her with long, deep strokes. 

He pinched her nipples so hard that Sonya gave a shrill yelp as her pain mixed with her pleasure. She could feel herself quivering and he continued to fuck her senseless, without mercy. Her mind went blank as she enjoyed his fast, hard ramming. His balls banged on her crotch countless times as his cock pistoned in and out. She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth, luxuriating in the titillating sensation within her, threatening to burst in any moment. Then, Kano lowered himself on her back, and his lips found a bit of her skin at the nape of her neck. He sank his teeth in, sending adrenaline rushing throughout her body. 

"KANOOOOO!" she yelled, her fingers gripped onto the sides of the table. She felt herself shaking uncontrollably as waves of orgasm hit her again. Her blank mind suddenly exploded into a million fireworks that were set off continuously without a seconds rest. 

She screamed in agony and clamped her vagina just as Kano stood up and pushed his meat back in. The veins on the underside of his penis stimulated more blood to pump into his mushroom head. He hissed, digging his fingernails deep into her white arse skin while his thrusts became more urgent. 

"Shit... I'm gonna cum babe.. I'm gonna give you my seed. Hell I'm gonna make a mummy out of you..AHH!" 

His thick meat went stiff, and his ten fingers froze on her butt cheeks. Sonya felt a wet sticky load filling her up, before his manhood slowly went limp inside her. He got off her, leaving a trickle of cum on her arse. They both slid onto the floor in exhaustion, with her lying on her back and he on her side. Both were still panting breathlessly from their orgasms. Her eyes slowly shut down; her mind drifting somewhere. She was too tired to move, and all she wanted was a good sleep. 

A low shuffle, and then, Sonya felt him stroking her cheek lightly with the back of his fingers before planting a soft smooch on her skin. "You okay, babe?" 

His words nearly made her laugh. He had just branded her, ravished her mercilessly, and he had the cheek to ask if she was alright. But the feeling was good - no, it was great. She never experienced this feeling before. It was sort of a mixture of a 2 hour kickboxing session combined with 2 hour straight non stop love making. She gave a small helpless chuckle, but her eyelids still refused to open. 

"I don't know, Kano. But I feel good." His arms draped lazily across her waist, his warm breath exhale gently in her ear. She felt good, really. Really, she felt good. 

**** 

The lingering smell of eggs and bacon found its way into her nostrils, followed by a sizzle. Sonya sniffed and roused awake. She looked around groggily and found herself back in the bed in the farmhouse. 

Eyeing another pillow next to her, she gave a tiny small smirk. It did not take her long to figure out who was her bed partner for the night. The same person would be the one who had carried her from the barn. She freshened herself up, and made her way to the kitchen. 

Kano had his back to her. Humming to himself while whipping up some breakfast, he was oblivious that his supposed nemesis was behind him. 

For the first time, Sonya actually observed Kano very closely. Shirtless and trouser less, his well developed shoulder muscles defined his build. They fit nicely in proportion on top of his tapered waist. He wore his black boxers - the same ones Sonya had worn before. She dropped her gaze low to his tight arse. 

Her eyes ogled a little too long on his nice firm bum. She broke her stare when his right bare foot scratched the back of his left calf. She scrutinised Kano more, and couldn't help a curved grin forming on her lips. On his back, two black Chinese dragons mirroring each other were tattooed on his skin. She had seen a small part of the tattoo before, on his chest. Little did she knew how exquisite the inked artistry looked; trailing over his shoulder and down on his back with the reptiles tails seductively hidden by his shorts. 

How come she had never noticed this side of him before? If she knew he was this hot every morning, she would have voluntarily woken up by herself and helped him with breakfast. 

She tiptoed slowly towards him. He was transferring a sunny side egg from the flat pan to a white plate. It was then he noticed her presence. 

"Morning, babe," he flashed a smile at her. "Give me five minutes and we'll have breakfast together." 

She slid her hands on the side of his waist and glued her front to his back, and gave him a loving hug from behind. "Mmmm, don't stop what you are doing, Kano. It's not every day I see something hot cooking at the stove." 

He gave a chuckle and cracked another egg into the frying pan. "I didn't know you had a sense of sex humour. You had plenty of hot guys at your Headquarters. I bet my balls that Jackass Jax could use his robotic arm and blast a couple of sausages to roast." 

She scoffed, "Never seen one who can cook before. Our HQ food is all catered, and HACCP certified. The meat and vegetables come from reliable sources. They are quite strict on food safety." 

He turned to his side and glanced at her. He was smiling. "I'm looking forward to the fact that one fine day, I could supply meat to consumers and suppliers." 

She moved away from him and cocked her head, puzzled. He was done with the eggs and she helped to bring the plates to the table. "Are you planning on something?" 

He poured coffee in the mugs and set them on the table. "Indeed, I was thinking of raising sheep and possibly cattle in the long run. I have high hopes for this ranch." He took a long sip from his mug and settled for one of the plates. 

"Good thing that you brought that ranch topic up. Why did you abduct me here?" 

He gave her a mischievous smile. "Why, Lieutenant, to keep an eye on my activities of course. Isn't that your life long mission ever since you joined the Special Force?" 

She snorted, "That was before you were dead. Now after that intimate encounter yesterday, please enlighten me with your explanation. For now, I think you are the most stupid criminal I have ever come across. Since no one knows you are still alive, you could have laid low. Grab that one chance to turn over a new leaf. Get a new identity." 

"Thank you, Sonya." 

"Huh?" 

He swallowed his munched bacon before proceeding, "Bingo. You already got it. I want a fresh start. A fake ID would have lots of limitations. It will be difficult to get a loan from banks, getting medical from hospitals, etc..etc. I need a new identity that will write off my criminal record and replace it with a blank one. That's where you come in. Why do you think I was being so nice to you since I brought you here a week ago?" 

Her jaw dropped. "And what makes you think I am going to help you? If any of my guys know you are alive, they would throw you in high security prison where you won't see daylight ever again!" 

He made a goofy face and stuck out his pink tongue at her, "Nope they won't. That would mean you and Jackass have screwed up. Both of you have declared me dead, Sonya. What will your superiors think if suddenly, I was brought back to life?" 

She sighed, and poked her eggs with her fork. She thought about it. He certainly was trying to lay low in his life. "What about your clan? Do they know you are alive?" 

"Words spread pretty fast. It's a dog-eat-dog world in the underground. You have no freaky idea how many of my down-liners were waiting for this to happen, Sonya. As soon as they heard I was dead, they started competing with one another for my position.