4 comments/ 52935 views/ 6 favorites For a Better World By: Munachi As non-consent might not be everyone's category, I feel I should warn those who stumble across this story by coincidence. But I hope you enjoy my story. To answer a question that has come up at other stories of mine: No, I am not a native speaker of English. I hope I didn't make (too many) mistakes, but as I only finished this story at the last moment, I couldn't find an editor in time anymore, so I hope you forgive me any mistakes. Have fun reading. ~~~ „Welcome to our group, Alex! We are really glad to have you on board. There seem to be less and less people interested in our cause, it is really good to see some are still courageous enough..." The girl smiled as she held out her hand to Alex. He took it, a strange feeling surging through him as her long, fine fingers wrapped around his thicker, stronger ones. Her touch was firmer than her fragile appearance would have made him expect. "You have joined us just at the right time," she chatted on happily. Alex barely listened. He was too much taken in by the surroundings. The room they were in was huge, big enough to hold hundreds of people. He could only see a good dozen though, at the most. Everyone seemed to be busy with something. A short, sturdy man with a short beard was painting red letters onto a large piece of white canvas. Two middle-aged women were talking to each other in whispers, the serious expressions on their faces indicating that it was more than simple small talk they were exchanging. A very tall young guy with a boyish face was stirring something inside a pot that hung over a bright fireplace. In the corner he was in, in the light of the fire, Alex could see the walls of the room better. They were uneven, and seemed to glisten slightly. The truth was that he had no idea where he was. They had covered his eyes before they brought him here, and had taken him through was had felt like a labyrinth of streets and paths, changing direction all the time. He knew they were out of the city, the noise and smell had subsided somewhat along their journey. But in which direction, he did not know. "Usually we wait longer before we give new members this type of information," the girl said. Alex listened up. Was he about to hear something important? "But someone with your credentials... I think we can trust you. We..." she hesitated. "We are planning something big for the last weekend of the month. For when the Toad is giving his speech on the city square." "The Toad?" Alex asked confused. The girl smiled. "The president. That's what we call him. Don't you think he looks just like a toad with his huge mouth and as fat as he is?" Alex hesitated. "I... well... I don't know. What is a toad?" Now the girl laughed, and the bright sound of her laughter seemed to fill the whole dark room with light for the fraction of a second. "They never told you about toads in your old group?" Alex frowned. What was he to reply to that? "Don't worry," the girl continued already. She had stopped laughing, and instead gave him an encouraging smile. He noticed that her lips were of a soft, fresh red that no make-up would be able to imitate. "I know it is difficult to keep up with the names of all the extinct animals. Especially if you have never seen them." Alex was surprised. "And you have seen... toads?" The girl nodded. "Not real ones, of course," she explained. "But I have seen photographs. My grandfather had a whole collection." Her face grew serious. "In fact, you can thank my grandfather that I am even here with you," she said. "How so?" Alex inquired. "Let's sit down." The girl pointed at a few rough benches and tables next to the fire place. Alex happily took a seat. He felt like he had walked more today than in his entire life. The smell of soup had started filling the room, and he was hoping it was time to eat soon. And really, as soon as the girl had sat down next to him, all the other people let their work be and approached the table, too. "This is Alex, the guy Stephen told us about," the girl introduced him. "These are Karla, Conrad, Basti, Vlad, Jean, Marie, Rafael, José, Masha, our cook Tom, Liz, Lydia, Lina, and I of course am Lucy." With everybody looking at him, Alex felt slightly uncomfortable. Some of the faces were friendly, smiling at him in the same expectant way Lucy did. Others seemed more suspicious. Particularly Vlad gave him a very distrusting look. Alex was glad when Tom went back to his fireplace and started to put big spoonfuls of stew into plates that Karla and Conrad then distributed over the table. Then, for a few minutes, there was only the sound of spoons hitting against plates to be heard in the room. The stew tasted excellent, particularly if you considered at how simple the ingredients were, Alex thought. After a while, Lucy started speaking again. "You wanted to know why my grandfather was the reason I became an activist?" Alex nodded, before he put another spoonful of stew into his mouth. "Well," Lucy said almost in a story-teller voice. "You see, he was what they called a nature photographer. Back in the old days, when there was still nature to photograph. That was of course all long before I was born. But he had hidden some of his photo albums, and when I was a child, every time I visited him, he allowed me to look at them. I loved them. I loved to see all the toads and frogs and ducks and deer and imagine what it must have been like, when they still roamed the earth. I imagined living in a forest, and being friends with all the animals, like in the fairy tales." Lucy's face now indeed reminded Alex of that of a child that still believed in fairy tales. Her blue eyes shone brightly, and the light of the fire reflected in her wavy red hair. "But they say these animals never existed," he said. Across the table, a few eyes grew darker. Alex could see Vlad frown. Lucy also grew more serious again. "Of course, they want us to believe that. They want us to think that the world has always been like it is now, and that the only things that change, change for the better. Progress. But it is not true, believe me. I have seen the photos. My grandfather has seen these animals, and forests, and meadows. Even my mom has, though she always claimed it wasn't true. She told me most of my grandfather's photos were fakes. But I know I can believe my grandfather more than I can believe her." Alex nodded understandingly. "And what became of your grandfather's photos?" Lucy's face grew dark. "They arrested him," she said. "They took the photos, too, I assume they burned them. That was when I was seventeen. My mother told me it was the activists' fault, they would have planted bad ideas into my grandfather's head. So I went off to find them. I was angry at first, I wanted revenge. But fortunately the first one I met was Vlad here," she pointed over the table, and Vlad's expression suddenly grew a lot less severe, "and thanks to him I learned that I had had it the wrong way. Well, since them I am in this group. Four years altogether." "Have you ever heard of your grandfather again?" Alex asked in a serious voice. Lucy shook her head. "From what I know, he died in prison. But who can know for sure?" For a moment, all were quiet. Then, suddenly, Lucy spoke again, now with a much lighter tone. "Now tell us, what made you become an activist?" Alex smiled. "That's a much less exciting story than yours. Basically, I liked a girl; she was involved in my old group. Eventually our relationship ended, and I had to move away, but by then I had become interested in the cause, so... here I am." *** The next days seemed to fly by; the group was busy with preparations for the big weekend. A few of them, like Vlad and Tom, lived in the hiding place. Officially they didn't exist, or the police was searching for them as known terrorists. Others, like Lucy, lead a normal life with normal jobs, families, and friends. For them, time was something precious they didn't have much of. After a long night of working on posters, plotting everything for the weekend and exchanging what little they knew about the past world they hoped to restore one day, Alex was taken back to the city by Lucy and the others. Again, he had to wear something over his eyes, and the same happened the next times they took him to the hiding place. Still, with the time he could guess roughly where they were. The way the walls of their hiding place looked, he assumed they were in a cave. Their walk, however, was not long enough to reach the great mountains to the east of the city, and the fact that he heard monotonous stomping noise of the Fresh Air Productions industrial ground and smelled the slightly nauseating fumes of the big FakeVeggies factory along big part of the way indicated that instead, they must be heading North West. However, there were no mountains to the North West of the city, but Alex had heard rumours once of an underground cave system. As with everything that wasn't taught officially through schools and the media, it was forbidden to speak of those caves, and to believe in their existence. But exactly that was part of what the activists wanted: They wanted to prove that things existed, or had once existed, even if those in power said they were legends. They wanted to prove that the earth had once been a beautiful green place full of animals and with blue skies and sunshine instead of that thick layer of smog and fumes that covered everything and made you cough and made your eyes hurt. They wanted to prove, that all these beauties had been destroyed, and that the destruction was still going on. The very existence of the activist groups -- and from what Lucy told him, Alex began to wonder how many thousands of them might, in fact, exist -- was disputed by the government. The few times one of the groups did manage to make themselves heard, its members were condemned as terrorists. The government claimed that these terrorists that were trying to destroy the world -- when the truth was that the destruction of the world was the very thing the activists were fighting against, Lucy explained. Usually, the activists were not talked about. After all, everybody was happy, the world was as good as it always had been and always would be. That's what they were told, anyway. Still, there were rumours -- rumours also of the secret prisons members of activist groups ended up in when they got caught. Every time someone disappeared -- and that was known to happen; after all, people sometimes had accidents and died, and the authorities had them buried quickly, so no one had really seen the body; or someone was surprisingly sent to work in a different part of the world, and cut off all ties with friends and family -- each time this happened, the rumours were there. Hadn't that person seemed strangely nervous lately? Hadn't they seemed tired at work so you had to wonder what they were doing at night time, rather than sleeping? Maybe they had been an activist, after all? *** Alex quickly fit into the group, and if it hadn't been for Vlad's suspicious looks, each time he turned up, he would have felt he had known these people forever. And Lucy... especially Lucy knew how to make him feel welcome, her face lit up each time she saw him, happily she explained everything about their upcoming action against the "Toad", about the groups structure, and about the long gone world that she still dreamed of. She hoped one day it might be possible to recreate that world, in parts at least, with the help of some animals and plants that might have survived in very remote islands, maybe. Alex wondered, if it was the amount of attention Lucy spent on him that caused Vlad's anger against him. And at the same time he felt a surge of jealousy each time he saw Lucy speaking to Vlad. They were close, he knew. Lucy trusted Vlad more than anyone else in the group. He, Alex, had in fact always had it easy when it came to girls. He was tall, dark haired, with a fine yet manly face. Lucy was different from other girls he knew, though. She was passionate about what she was doing. And more than anyone else even in the group, she was able to dream of a better world. Alex was looking forward to the meetings in the cave more with every day, he found himself watching her, when she argued with others what the best procedure for their action during the "Toad's" speech would be. Rather than listening to what she was saying, he concentrated on the small line that grew between her eyebrows when she was angry, how she licked her lips when she was concentrating on something, and how sometimes her face lit up with laughter all of a sudden. He tried to reprimand himself -- this was not the right time for feelings. But he couldn't help it. Whenever possible, he sought her company, tried to be alone with her. Vlad seemed to be always there, though. Whenever Alex hoped that he had a chance to speak in private to Lucy, ask her about all these things he still knew so little about -- learn, and enjoy her company at the same time -- Vlad seemed to show up, his face sour as always. Alex wasn't sure whether the looks Vlad gave him were full of jealousy or of suspicion. Something was strange about Vlad, he thought. With everyone else he felt he got along fine, though, and as the big weekend drew nearer, he decided not to give it too much thought. *** Saturday. Lucy woke up early, she felt like she had just gone to bed. Today was the big day. For a moment she lay motionless in her bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling last night's dreams had left in her. She didn't remember any details, just fear and disappointment, and a vague wish to stay right here, give up today's plan. She wasn't one to believe that dreams foretold something, though. And after resolutely telling herself to get a grip, Lucy got out of bed and started getting dressed. Through the window of her tiny, almost bare room, she could see the dark night sky. A blurry, light spot in the clouds let her guess where the moon was -- she had never actually seen it in her life, the sky was always covered in clouds and fog and who-knows-what, but it was reassuring to know it still existed. The streets were quiet, all windows dark as Lucy went along her way, hiding into the shadows of the houses. It was important not to be seen. There wasn't any official curfew, but being caught outside at this hour would raise suspicion, and Lucy knew that the police would take no chances the night before the "Toad" was due to speak on the city square. There was something vaguely comforting in the thought of all the people sleeping unsuspectingly in their own tiny rooms, probably not much nicer than her own, had something comforting. None of these people knew that the coming day might decide the fate of the world. If all went well... it would be a tiny step only, of course -- you couldn't change the world in one day. But it would be a first step. It would stir the awareness of people. It might inspire similar actions all over the world. The truth -- that was what mattered. That the truth came out, and hopefully, that it would lead to reversing a process that was destroying the world. This made it worthwhile for Lucy risking her neck, and it even made it worthwhile doing something completely against her own morals. She had never told anyone about the doubts that plagued her throughout the last weeks. Her constant wondering whether it was right to kidnap someone, possibly kill him -- albeit someone as horrible and dangerous as the "Toad". The "Toad" was, after all, a living being. Maybe he was in person completely different to what he seemed on TV and during his speeches. As far as she knew, he had a family, children, and sometimes Lucy had wondered if he wouldn't want a better world for these children, too. The fact that he went on doing what he was doing, that he kept leading the world deeper into its own destruction, startled Lucy when she thought of these children. Wasn't it possible that the "Toad" himself believed in what he was saying? And in such a case, wasn't it wrong, wasn't it immoral to punish him for these beliefs, rather than convincing him of the truth, too. Secretly she wished for their plot to go different than planned, leading to a revelation on part of the "Toad" and him joining their cause. But she knew this was nonsense, and her fantasies in this respect just came from the wish not to do something like this against a human being which, after all, hadn't done anything against her personally. Again, Lucy had to push these thoughts out of her mind. Today was not the day to think about this. They lived in an immoral world, and if they wanted to improve it, they had to fight. And she was confident, that they could do it. Her group was maybe the best activist group there was, she thought. Some of them had been underground for years, Vlad for example had basically grown up in their cave, and he had learned more about the world, what it was and what it could be, than anyone she knew. And Alex had participated and even led some of the most successful actions in the last years, according to the reports she had gotten about him. This was bigger than anything anyone had ever done, of course, but if someone could be trusted to do this well, it was people like Vlad and Alex. The thought of Vlad and Alex distracted her from her worries about the upcoming day. This was something different to think about. Lucy knew that Vlad had had feelings for her for a long time, but the truth was he was like a brother to her. He was the one that had helped her understand why it was necessary to fight, he had explained to her what most likely had happened to her grandfather, and had been the shoulder she could cry on about this. He had never made advances to her, he knew that Lucy was too preoccupied with what they were planning -- but she knew that he was hoping one day, in a better world maybe, the two of them would become a couple. Lucy, on the other hand, was sure this would never happen. She loved Vlad, she knew that despite his often grumpy face and even though he rarely said a word too much, he was a wonderful person -- but she didn't love him that way. Alex on the other hand... She had only met him recently, but sometimes Lucy couldn't help imagining being alone with him and... She had difficulties putting these thoughts into words, even if it was just in her own mind. The truth was that the fight for a better world had preoccupied Lucy that much, so far, that she never had had a boyfriend, or been intimate with anyone. She had been raised quite conservatively, and had always considered sex something that she should only do with the right person, someone she could see having a future with. But how could you have a future with anyone, in a world without future? When Alex had approached her in the last days, when he had started making advances rather than just speaking about their cause, she had turned more distant, had tried to get away. Usually she fled to Vlad, who didn't ask questions, who was always there for her. But she was sure she saw jealousy on Alex's face each time she mentioned Vlad's name and that worried her too. 'I have to talk to him about it,' Lucy thought. 'But not today.' She had to focus, Lucy told herself. Today was the big day; the rest of her life was what followed afterwards. The sky had got brighter by now, soon people would wake up to go to work -- but she now had left the city and was approaching the entrance to their hiding place. A few more minutes, and she would be surrounded by the others, would have to concentrate so all would go well today. No more time for these thoughts -- she had to focus now. *** "Okay guys, as you know, the "Toad" will be very well protected. He has more bodyguards than there are members in our group, and they are with him at all times. As you also know, the one weak point will be when he uses the toilet, which is why he avoids doing so at all cost when he is out to give speeches. We assume, however, that he will prefer to use the toilet rather than having his bowels explode. This is where Marie comes in." For a Better World Lucy looked at the small, blond girl. "My job at the catering service will allow me to get nearest to the "Toad"," Marie said, repeating their plan for the hundredth time. "Of course they will search us before the event, but the stuff Tom mixed for us they won't be able to find -- I will hide it in my hair band." She showed them the tiny pill that just fitted into a small pocket sewn into her hair band. "The "Toad" always drinks only the best wine -- the one made of real grapes. We know, that there is not much of this left in the world, so it will be easy to determine which the "Toad's" glass is, he won't allow anyone else to drink of it. In an unwatched moment I will slip the pill into his glass. About five minutes after he drinks his wine, he will feel a strong urge to go to the bathroom. This is where you" she turned to Lucy, Alex, Vlad and a few others "come in." Lucy nodded. "We will have to act quickly. His bodyguards will be waiting outside the toilet area, and they are more than us and have better weapons. Our only chance lies in taking them by surprise. Tom will have the car ready, and once we've got the "Toad", we bring him here as quickly as possible." She paused for a moment. "You should all be aware that what we are about to do, is very dangerous. If we get caught, we will probably be imprisoned for the rests of our lives. But it is worth the risk. Once we've got the "Toad", they will have to listen. They will have to inform the people of the Truth -- and that is the only chance for the world to change, for things to get back on track." For a while they were all quiet. The second part of their plan was much vaguer than the first part. Kidnapping an important politician was one thing -- it was dangerous, morally questionable, but seemed justified considering what the world had become largely thanks to this very politician and the tradition he stood for. The idea that this action would lead to a real change, however, had sounded plausible when they were just fantasizing about it -- but the closer the day they would act had come, the clearer their lack of an actual plan for the time after the kidnapping had come. 'We can only hope,' Lucy thought, 'that things will take on their own dynamic once we've got him, and that this dynamics will work in our favour.' *** Lucy was jubilant. It had worked! They had waited forever behind the toilet building, already wondering whether Marie had been caught -- when finally they saw the round form of the "Toad" approaching, accompanied by six tall and heavily armed men. As soon as the "Toad" had entered the toilet, they had jumped from the roof and from behind the building onto the six men, and had managed to knock them unconscious before they could give out as much as a shot that would attract attention. And as soon as the "Toad" had left the toilet building, they had pulled a big bag over his head, and pressed a gun into his fat stomach, telling him to be quiet. Then they had quickly led him to a big van with which they had driven to the area of the caves, and now they were on their way to their hiding place, the "Toad" with tied up hands and the bag still in place over his head going between them. Lucy couldn't help grinning. She turned around at Alex, and he smiled back. Even Vlad looked cheery. "Here, take this," said Lucy as she handed her gun to Tom who took her place right behind the "Toad". Then she went to Alex. "I would never have thought it would go that smoothly!" she said to him. Alex put his arm around her. A warm feeling flushed through Lucy. Suddenly, before she was fully aware of what she was doing, she turned her face to Alex, and the next moment their lips were touching. They had to break their kiss as they reached the entrance to the cave system. The climb through the dark, small first part of the cave was always a bit difficult, but then they were home -- Lucy saw this place much more as her home, than her small room in the city. 'This is where I want to live,' she thought. 'Once this all is over I will stay here, together with Alex.' "Okay," she said after they had set down the "Toad" on one of the benches by the table. "Let's have a look at him then." Quickly she removed the bag from his head -- and gasped. The man looking back at her didn't look half as scared as was appropriate for his situation. In fact, he was grinning. And he wasn't the "Toad". * The man had the same size and figure as the Toad. He was also wearing a suit of the finest materials, just as the Toad always did. His face was ugly and mean. Yet, he wasn't the man they had been after. He seemed a hired double, sent to the bathroom on purpose, to confuse them. For a while they were all quiet. 'Marie!' thought Lucy. 'What did they do to her? Or did she...' she didn't want to finish this thought. And she couldn't ask that guy before them about her -- there was, after all, a chance that she had neither been caught nor was a traitor. A look around showed her that most of her friends were thinking along the same lines. The question was, though, how had the "Toad" known what they had planned. And if he knew, what else did he and his men know? Their question was answered almost immediately. "Nobody move. Raise your hands up in the air!" echoed a voice through their cave. The next moment, heavily armed and uniformed men stepped out from all dark corners, from behind boulders and the kitchen table. *** Lucy's body ached everywhere. She felt dizzy and had no idea where she was. Her eyes were swollen, and opening them was too much effort. By the voices and footsteps around her she could tell, however, that there were several people in the room. Splash! Cold water hit her face. "Wake up!" a rough voice said, and slowly, carefully she opened her eyes and looked up into a menacing face. "We have a visitor for you." Ever so slowly, Lucy managed to turn her face a bit, towards the door. There she could make out the huge shape of a man. It was dark around her, and her eyes burnt and hurt -- she still had trouble seeing clearly. "We meet at last!" the man said with a voice of mock happiness. "The girl who had planned to kidnap me. You should be happy to be so near me now, isn't this what you had wanted?" He stepped closer, and Lucy could recognize not only the round form but also the smug grin of the "Toad". "Such a pretty one," he said contently, touching Lucy's cheek as one might do with a cute child. "Really, much nicer than most of the activists we have caught in recent years." His hand wandered from her cheek to her breasts, exploring their form and cupping them. He didn't seem to mind that there were other people in the room, keeping his hands on her breasts as he turned to the other men. "Did you get any useful information out of her?" "I doubt she knows anything we don't know yet," Lucy heard one of them answering. "But we can go on questioning her for a while." "Later, maybe," the "Toad" said. "I would quite like to do some... private questioning with her." He chuckled, and the other men echoed his laughter. Something in their voices made Lucy's stomach turn. The "Toad's" hand let go of her breasts and wandered further down. Lucy felt it slipping in between her legs. She was tied up, but she tried at least to press her legs together as much as she could. It didn't help, though, the "Toad's" fat fingers quickly reached her sex, and rubbed along it. She could see him licking his lips. "Hmm. Very nice indeed," he said more to himself. Then he turned back to the others. "Bring her to my room in half an hour." With that, he let go of her, and left the cell. *** Lucy felt warm and clean. The bath, the perfumed soaps and lotions they had used on her, had made her fully regain consciousness again, and for a short moment she felt something like happiness -- until she remembered again, where she was, and what was waiting for her. She was lead to a dark corridor towards a thick door. When they reached the door, one of the guards leading her held a small bottle to her lips. "Drink", he growled. Lucy tried to press her lips together, and turn her head away. But one guard grabbed her head and held it in place, while the other used his free hand to hold her nose until she had to open her mouth to catch breath -- at that same moment a little bit of bitter tasting liquid from the bottle slipped into her mouth, and they kept holding her head until she had swallowed it. Then, they knocked at the door and then opened it and shoved her into a big, dimly lit room. It looked different than the cells and corridors: it was clean and richly decorated, with carpets, pictures and candles. In the middle, there was a big and beautiful bed with silk sheets. And on the bed -- Lucy's stomach seemed to turn again -- sat the huge figure of the "Toad", dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. He did indeed look like a toad, Lucy thought. He was bald and had big, bulging eyes. His nose was less toad-like, it sat in the middle of his face like a big, red potato. He seemed to have no neck, the round head sat right on the broad shoulders. The whole man was massive, each of his legs seemed wider than Lucy's whole body. The most sickening thing of the whole sight was the "Toad's" smile. He beckoned Lucy to the bed, but Lucy remained at the door, unmoving. Thoughts raced through her head. Maybe... if she refused, if she fought back -- maybe they'd end up killing her. That would surely be better than this. The Toad walked towards her, and took her hand, trying to pull her towards the bed. Lucy tried to resist, she wanted to hit him, scratch him -- but suddenly she realized that she was dizzy, that she barely had the strength to move. 'There must have been something in that drink they gave me,' she thought. She felt her legs giving way, following him; she wasn't able to fight back. Apparently whatever they gave had reduced her control over her own body, making it impossible to fight back. Seconds later she was lying on the bed, the "Toad" squatting on top of her. He still had his bathrobe on, but Lucy felt his ass pressing against her upper legs, felt his saggy and for some reason slightly sweaty skin against her own, felt the weight of the huge man causing her legs to hurt, while his hands roamed her body. He cupped her breasts, kneading them through the thin fabric of the short gown they had dressed her with. "That's a good girl," he said hoarsely, his thick lips once more forming a content smile. It cost Lucy a lot of effort to fight the dizziness inside her enough to lift her arm and coordinate her movement so she could push away the man's hands. The very next moment, one of these hands connected with her cheek, the force of the blow knocking the air out of her. When Lucy could focus her vision again, his face was very close to hers, she felt the man's breath, it smelled of wine. "Let me make one thing clear, bitch," he hissed. "You are in my power now. Your little plan hasn't quite worked out. Between us, you should have checked your group there a bit better, make sure there isn't any traitor. Be that as it may, I definitely don't like people plotting against the government, and I particularly don't like people trying to kidnap me. You are lucky you are even still alive -- and will stay alive as long as this hot little body of yours keeps me and my friends happy." With these last words, he resumed groping Lucy's breasts. The side of her face still stinging, she didn't dare try to push him away again. After a few moments, he grabbed the fabric of her gown, and ripped it apart carelessly, freeing his access to her breasts. Then he lowered his head, Lucy saw his thick lips approaching her breasts, and soon after she felt his tongue, his lips, and then his teeth on her nipples. She drew in breath and wanted to push him away once more, but she felt that her muscles barely did what she wanted anymore. The "Toad" looked up, and then his face approached Lucy's face. Lucy could feel his lips, touching hers. Then his tongue forced its way through her lips, slimily working its way into her mouth. She felt sick, but found herself unable to prevent him from doing what he wanted. The man's mouth was huge, and while he kissed her, Lucy had the impression he was swallowing half her face, covering it in his saliva. The whole weight of the man was laying on top of her now, Lucy felt she could barely breathe. She felt his erection, pressing against her stomach. Like everything about him, it seemed huge. Finally he stopped kissing her, sat up, towering dangerously above her. Lucy closed her eyes. She didn't want to have to see him. She felt him grabbing her upper legs with his huge hands, the fingers pressing painfully into her flesh. Lucy tried to keep her legs together, but the "Toad" was stronger than her. She still felt weak and dizzy, and all too soon she let him push her legs apart and kneel between them. One hand still pushing down one of her legs, his other hand moved to his manhood, and Lucy could feel him pressing it at her sex. To her it felt as if she was much too tight, not to speak of dry, for him to ever manage to enter her, but bit by bit she felt him pushing inside, seemingly tearing her insides as he did so. Tears welled up in her eyes. After a few seconds, he seemed to encounter resistance, and stopped for a moment. Then, before Lucy could as much as draw breath, he thrust all the way into her with a sudden movement, the sharp pain causing her to scream. Then he shifted a bit further above her, propping his body up with his arms, as if to gain more momentum, and without giving her time to get accustomed to this invasion of her body, began pounding into her in a fast rhythm. Again and again he thrust all the way into her, each thrust accompanied by Lucy's screams. For a man his size, he showed a surprising agility. After a while he started mauling her breasts again with one hand. Lucy still had her eyes closed, she tried to imagine being somewhere else, that all of this wasn't happening. At one point the "Toad" leaned lower again, Lucy felt his breath on her face, felt his lips searching for her mouth, felt his tongue leaving traces of saliva on her face. Disgusted, she turned her head to the side, her mouth shut tightly. His hand let go of her breasts, instead his grip tightened around her chin, forcing her to face him, his lips pressed against her mouth, and his tongue once more forced its way in between her lips. With the time, Lucy felt her body reacting to the assault; she felt she was getting wet, if just in defence to the pain. The "Toad's" thrusts grew slower. He sat up, his manhood slipping out of Lucy. For a moment she hoped her ordeal was over, but suddenly he moved forward, kneeling down in front of her face, settling his heavy weight on her chest. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled up her head. His manhood, erect and huge, pointed into her face. The tip glistened with precum. Again, Lucy tried to turn her face away. She felt his cock touching her cheek, smearing precum on it. His grip on her hair tightened, Lucy gasped with pain as he forced her face back towards him. With his other hand he pressed his cock against her lips. When he twisted her hair so hard that she had to yelp, he slipped the tip of his manhood in between her lips. Lucy knew she had no chance to resist. It felt as if he was about to pull of her scalp. She wanted that pain to stop. Hesitantly, she started letting her tongue move over his cock-head. The grip in her hair loosened slightly, but at the same time he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Lucy started sucking on it, continued moving her tongue over it, just glad that the pain on her scalp had lessened. He started pushing deeper into her mouth, pulling her head closer, so his full length could slide into her. Lucy felt him at the back of her throat, she gagged. When he started thrusting in the same fast rhythm in which he had fucked her before, she panicked -- she wasn't able to breathe, there was no time to catch breath in between his thrusts. Instinctively she tried to pull her head back again, turn away, and immediately his grip on her hair tightened again painfully. Then, just when she thought she was going to throw up, or suffocate, or both, he stopped. He let go of her hair, and pulled out of her mouth. He even sat next to her now, instead of on her chest. For a few seconds she just enjoyed being able to breathe again. She knew it wasn't over yet, but she tried not to think about that. She felt his hands again, grabbing her body and flipping her over onto her stomach. His hands were roaming her body now, kneading her ass. Then one of his fat fingers slipped between her pussy lips, into her now moist sex. Then he pulled his finger out again, letting it wander up higher, to her other hole. When Lucy realized what he was about to do, she panicked. She tried to turn to her side, away from him. Immediately his free hand went up to her head, grabbing a handful of her hair, twisting it painfully. "You lie still!" he hissed. He pushed her legs further apart, settling between them again, and instead of his finger she felt something bigger push against her hole now. "Relax if you don't want it to hurt." His voice sounded hoarse, excited. She tried to relax, but the pain seemed to make this impossible. Instinctively she squirmed, tried to get away, only to feel the pain on her scalp increasing along with the pain in her ass as he entered her bit by bit. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. Her mind seemed to be a dark tunnel into which she was falling, to escape the pain, to escape reality. Finally, when with one thrust he forced his full length into her, everything went black. *** Everything ached. For a while, Lucy lay motionless, trying to shut out all thinking. But the memories forced their way into her mind, along with the throbbing pain in her pussy and ass. From a distance she could hear screams, someone was being interrogated, she assumed. Her eyes closed, she tried to imagine being somewhere far away, in a different time. The forests, her grandfather had told her about. The world, she had hoped to bring back into existence. The screams grew into a distant sobbing. It was no use, she couldn't ignore the sound. She blinked, opened her eyes. She was lying on the floor of a small, dimly lit cell. For a few seconds she kept lying motionless, staring up at a dirty ceiling. She wasn't sure how long she had been passed out, vaguely she believed to remember being dragged back here. Eventually, Lucy decided to try to sit up. "Ah, finally awake?" The voice made her start. Surprised she looked around in her cell. On a narrow bed at the wall someone was sitting, a man, it seemed, but it was too dark to recognize his face. "Come on, get up, and sit down here. It must be cold on the floor." The voice sounded familiar. With a lot of effort Lucy managed to get to her feet, vaguely wondering why the guy didn't help her. The few steps to the bed seemed a long journey to her, but she made it and sat down. Looking up, she was startled at the face she saw. "Alex!" He smiled. He looked calm and content; not at all like Lucy was sure she looked herself. Not like someone who had been subjected to torture and worse, someone who was not sure they would ever be out of this place and see their family or even just breathe fresh air again. "I have been waiting for at least an hour for you to wake up," he said, still smiling. Lucy still felt confused. Why was he here? It didn't seem to fit in, that they let them share a cell. But she was glad not to be alone. She had so many questions. "What about Marie?" she finally said. "Have you heard of her?" For a Better World "She wasn't the traitor, if that's what you mean," Alex said with a serious expression. "From what I heard they..." his voice trailed off. "Well, I better don't even tell you what they did to her," he said finally. "And the others?" "Most of them are dead, I reckon," said Alex. "Really, you are lucky you're alive, considering you were the one who plotted the whole kidnapping-thing. But they like you. Especially the president likes you." "But... Do you mean we have a chance of getting out of here?" Alex smiled. "You don't get it, do you?" he asked. "The president likes you enough to keep you. And well, I ... I like you too, Lucy. The president was very glad to get you, it made him generous. He gave me a key to your cell." Lucy stared at him. Alex smiled his friendly smile, the smile she knew from so many meetings. Somehow his words didn't get through to her mind; she just wondered why he kept speaking of the president, rather than the "Toad". Alex was moving closer to her. Closer than Lucy felt comfortable with at the moment. She tried to move to the side, but suddenly Alex' arm was around her shoulders, preventing her from getting away. "Of course the president and his friends will keep you pretty busy. I was told they are all excited to meet you," he said, still smiling. "You are really very pretty, Lucy. But they have other things to do at times, the president and his friends. That's why they gave me the key. They know how much I like you."