69 comments/ 191726 views/ 111 favorites Hunted: Predator Versus Prey By: furrybert **Author's Note** Hello and thank you to everyone who has taken the time to review my previous stories or send me emails gently prodding me to get writing again ;-) I'm still having fun with Sasha and Suzanne, although again this story is not meant to follow on or tie in with the original two Hunted stories in any way. Please feel free to read, hopefully enjoy, and (fingers crossed) review if you can. But *please* heed the warning in the summary. As usual, this is not for kids or the faint of heart! Please note: all characters are above 18 years of age; where Sasha says "little girl", it is just a nickname. Suzanne's personal space was constricting into an increasingly claustrophobic bubble as the ring of soldiers advanced on her, faces leering and dirty fingers grabbing at her clothing menacingly. She wasn't sure why they had decided to pick on her, but she had been dragged into a small, bare outbuilding that was now gloomily lit by a bare bulb hanging from the neglected and peeling ceiling plaster. She was panicking; didn't know where to look and kept turning around suddenly, trying to fight off the groping hands that would squeeze a thigh or slide under her skirt whenever she had her back turned for too long. She counted around fifteen or twenty of them, all dressed in varying degrees of what might pass as a soldier's uniform, and – in her current state of mind, at least – they all looked mean as hell. They were expecting her not to put up much of a fight. They were the crowd, and she was alone. And she was terrified of what they were going to do, and of the fact that she had little chance of escape. However, she was not going to just give up without a fight. One man stepped within the ring of soldiers to stand in front of her. He was smiling nastily, had every intention of grabbing at her clothes and revealing some skin. When he got within touching range, she rushed towards him and shoved a knuckle into each of his eyes before smacking the heel of her hand into his nose for good measure. He staggered backwards in pain, and was swallowed by the crowd again. She backed away quickly, almost hyperventilating. The rest of the soldiers were simultaneously angered and amused by her efforts, but by no means were they discouraged. A second man stepped into the ring with her, ensuring that he kept his eyes on her hands as he advanced. Suzanne feigned surrender until the man was within a foot of her body, then grabbed him by the arms and used his own body for leverage as she brought her knee into his balls with enough force to hurt her own leg. Suzanne knew that she had been lucky up until now. The soldiers hadn't expected any resistance, but now they knew what they were dealing with. The third soldier stepped into the ring, and paused as he muttered to her "English bitch. You're going to have cock in every one of your holes before we finish with you, little whore!" The words chilled her to the bone. She had known the reason why they had dragged her into the little building, of course she did, but to actually have it spelled out to her in such a crude and brutal way made the reality of her situation hit home. She felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she started to feel the first insidious tendrils of defeat slither through her veins. This guy was a big, ugly, hulking man, but he moved a lot more quickly than Suzanne had first expected. He grabbed her by her coat collar and started tearing it from her body mercilessly. She didn't notice the jeering crowd go silent until the circle parted to allow another man through. The hulk grabbing her coat retreated to the outskirts of the circle quickly, taking the garment with him as he went. If she had been scared before, it was nothing compared to this moment. The man who now joined her within the circle of soldiers was not as wide or as tall as the hulk who had just made a swift exit, although he was still over six feet in height. But what really made her afraid, was the fact that it was clear that the other soldiers both feared and respected this man. Nobody tried to get in the way of him, or even question his right to enter the circle when he had only just entered the building. He was dressed in combat pants and the same sturdy boots that the soldiers were wearing; however the boots were the only part of a soldier's uniform that he seemed to bother with. His jacket was zipped up half way, showing a black t-shirt that he had on underneath, and he also wore black fingerless gloves to protect his hands from the rather harsh weather outside. Suzanne noticed that his short, dark brown hair was slightly matted down against his head, and he had a couple of scars through his eyebrows that she might have found quite fetching under different circumstances. Then she noticed the rifle strapped to his back, which also had one of the scopes that snipers use attached to it. Although she had seen guns many times on film, it was a different thing entirely to see one up close. Her fear seemed to increase in severity with each passing second, and did not seem to ease in the slightest even when the man took the gun from his back and held it out to a soldier in the crowd for them to look after it for him. He did the same with a handgun that he took from a shoulder holster. Sasha looked the girl up and down for a few moments before deciding to move. She was relatively tall for a woman – he would guess at about five foot eight inches – and had a medium build for her height. Chocolate brown poker straight hair fell down to the small of her back and was also currently falling into her eyes. He was looking forward to wrapping her hair around his fist while he slid his cock down the back of her throat later. Her eyes were the same dark brown as his own, and were currently filling with tears as she weighed up her odds of escape, and found them to be against her. He started to circle around her, sliding out his hand to stroke over the bare skin of her forearm or a creamy expanse of thigh whenever she didn't manage to turn quickly enough to keep herself facing him. She whimpered in fear; couldn't even back away as if she did, the circle of soldiers would start grabbing at her arse or sliding fingers under her skirt. Her breasts were bigger than usual for a woman her size, and the bra she was wearing caused them to press together invitingly. The man was advancing on her slowly now, herding her towards the edge of the groping circle of hands. She reached a point where she had to stop, or risk being at their mercy. But the man kept walking towards her, until he got into touching range. Sasha grabbed the girl by the wrists and dragged her towards him, pinning her arms behind her back in one of his far stronger hands. She yelped in fear and started struggling immediately, trying to wrench one of her hands free so that she could try to push him away. The crowd began their jeering again as soon as Sasha grabbed the girl, alternately saying words of encouragement for the current show to continue, or discussing what they wanted to do to the girl first. Suzanne felt tears spill onto her cheeks as the man dragged her towards him and started to speak. "Are you going to be a good girl, baby?" he growled softly. His accent was strong, but his English was good. "Or am I going to have to teach you to follow orders?" Although she knew that she couldn't win, and could not even stop the tears from falling down her own face, there was no way that she was going to just submit to these men and let them have their way with her. Not without a fight. The girl was crying, but she was also trying to struggle free of Sasha's grip on her wrists. She had no chance of accomplishing this, but she was fighting nonetheless. Sasha appreciated her courage, but he was also relishing the idea of forcing her to submit to his will. He stroked his free hand over her jaw gently, first enjoying the feel of her soft skin on his fingertips, and then smiling at the look of terror on her face as she desperately tried to escape his touch. He pulled back his hand and slapped the girl across the cheek sharply, then stopped to savour the angry red handprint that appeared across her face. Sasha had decided to play nice at first, and his initial warning blow was done open handed and without any true force behind it. However, he wasn't really one for giving second chances, and as she continued to struggle, he clenched his hand into a fist and landed a blow to her jaw that would have knocked her off her feet had he not been holding her against him. She whimpered sharply as her face was thrust sideways, the force of the blow knocking her senseless and causing her world to explode with pain. It took several moments before Suzanne was able to refocus her eyes as the man who was holding her grabbed her hair and pulled her head upright again. Her body was trembling, and she gasped in fright as she noticed the look in his eyes. He was enjoying causing her pain. "Why don't you think about your situation?" he said to her softly. "You're not going anywhere, so eventually you're going to have to do as you're told. So how much pain do you want to have to go through before you behave, little girl?" How much pain could she go through? Suzanne didn't know. But it would probably be less than what he would be prepared to inflict, she was pretty sure of that. However, the thought of being raped by these men was still more frightening than the thought of being beaten. When she made no move to respond, the man hit her again. And then again. He continued past the point where she started screaming, and then to the point where she stopped again. The girl was a fighter, and Sasha was becoming even more turned on as she continued to struggle against him, regardless of how many times he hit her. She never lost the look of stubborn defiance on her face. Eventually though, her strength began to fail and she had stopped screaming, and hung limp in his arms. He slid his hand to her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his, checking that she was still conscious. Suzanne vaguely noticed that the jeering had stopped. The soldiers were waiting to see Sasha's next move, to hear what he was going to say to the girl. She knew that she had a look of defeat on her face, but she just couldn't take any more. Her face was hurting so much that she almost didn't care what they were going to do to her now. "Want me to stop, baby?" Sasha asked, and although she hated herself for it, she nodded shakily. "Are you going to behave?" he asked, and she nodded again. Although, she had no idea how much her body would stick to that promise once one of the soldiers laid their hands on her. Sasha lowered her to her feet slowly, making sure that she was able to stand up on her own before he took his hands from her arms. "Take off your clothes, little girl," he growled softly, and as her face flushed with shame at the order, the jeering from the soldiers started once again. Suzanne had never felt so intimidated in her life. Her fingers shook so hard that it took a full minute to unbutton her shirt and slowly slide it off her shoulders. As it began its descent towards the floor she grasped it in her right hand for a moment, reluctant to let it go. However, as she caught the look in her attacker's eyes, she didn't dare do anything other than let the garment fall to the ground. The girl was stalling for time, Sasha realised. She slowly started unzipping her boots and sliding them off her feet, not wanting to reveal the rest of her underwear. Eventually though, the boots were off, and she had no choice other than to unbutton her skirt and slide it off her hips. Her skin was beautifully creamy and smooth, and the curve of her hip gave way to equally beautifully shaped thighs. From the sounds that the soldiers behind the girl were making, she must also have a pretty inviting backside. Suzanne paused for a moment, her hands behind her back ready to remove her bra. She was terrified of what would happen if she did not comply with this man's orders, but she just couldn't bring herself to bare all in front of him. She had never stripped in front of anyone else before, and this was rather a daunting way to start. As much as she did not want to look at him, she was trying her best to focus on him rather than thinking of the hoard of soldiers waiting their turn around her. The girl was shaking, and there were tears running down her bruised face again. Sasha thought for a moment that he was going to have to force her to continue, but she eventually slid her hands behind her back and unclasped the bra before dropping it onto the pile of clothing by her side. He was pleased to see that her cleavage had not been artificially produced by the bra, and her breasts were large but perky, and had rosy pink nipples which were currently standing to attention in the cool air. She moved her hands to her hips, and slowly slid her last item of clothing to the ground. She kept the hair at the top of her legs short, and the little triangle of dark brown fur disappeared between the curve of her thighs invitingly. Suzanne couldn't tell if the burning look in her attackers eyes was arousal, amusement, or a mixture of the two. He made no move to touch her, and so she stood still for a moment, trying to ignore the taunting crowd around her as much as possible. Her face was still burning; she could feel the heat of it in the cold room, and it almost made her even more embarrassed that her attacker knew how much he was already making her suffer. She wanted to cover her body with her hands, but knew it would only make herself look ridiculous. So, she tried her best to hold her head up high and maintain some dignity, regardless of the situation that she was in. Almost as if he knew that she was trying to block the other men out, the man giving her the orders lifted one finger into the air and twirled it around, telling her to turn around for him. The look of dignity that she had been trying to maintain fell at the order, and the smug look on the man's face confirmed that he had done it just to make her squirm. The girl knew that she had no choice but to do as she was told, and she slowly started to pivot in a circle, so that the soldiers surrounding her could get a view of all of her body. Her ass was a little bigger than he'd expected, almost as if it was designed to balance out her breasts, but it was a gorgeously rounded shape and creamy like the rest of her skin. He was tempted to reach out and squeeze for a moment, but he didn't want to do anything to take the girl's focus off the attention she was receiving from the crowd around her. As Suzanne started to turn towards the circle of soldiers, she was mortified to catch a glimpse of one of the men nearest her. He was sticking his tongue out at her and waggling it obscenely, to the amusement of his fellow soldiers. Another man had reached out two fingers towards her and was making thrusting motions. Several of the others hand their hands to their crotches, as if they were intending on showing her what was to come. She tried her best not to show any reaction, but by the time she turned back towards the man in the circle with her, she was almost hyperventilating again. Sasha had moved back to the centre of the circle, and as the girl turned back towards him, he beckoned for her to follow him. She obeyed, and as she came within touching distance, he reached out and slid his hand into her hair again, dragging her against him and upwards almost to his height. She was standing on her toes and whining at the pain in her scalp. He slid his mouth to her ear as he started whispering into it softly. "You bite me baby, and I will fucking kill you. After they're finished with you. Do you understand?" Oh, god. Suzanne knew exactly what he was referring to, and those few words confirmed what she was going to have to do next. She absolutely did not want to do this, but the pressure on her head was so great that she had to agree immediately, to relieve the pain as quickly as possible. She couldn't nod, and so finally had to speak, whispering a "yes" as quietly as possible. Sasha lowered the girl back to her feet, but did not let go of his fistful of hair. As much as she had promised to behave, the look in her eyes clearly showed that she was still going to fight him. All the better; he hated whining bitches who stayed limp as if they were either dead or had no mind of their own. He tugged on her hair as he pushed her head downwards, showing that he expected her to get down onto her knees. Unsurprisingly, she did not move. Suzanne knew that refusing to move was only going to get her into deeper trouble and cause more pain, but the thought of having to kneel in front of this man and suck his dick while the rest of the crowd looked on was absolutely humiliating. He wasn't prepared to take no for an answer, however, and he growled softly as he used his hand in her hair to force her to her knees, while unzipping his pants with his other hand. She gasped as she was suddenly face to face with his dick, and although she hadn't seen that many of them, she immediately knew he was both too long and too wide to fit into her mouth anywhere near comfortably. She brought up her hands and braced them against the man's hips, trying her utmost to keep him from touching her. The girl was flat out refusing to do as she was told, and as much as Sasha wanted to beat the hell out of her for it, his cock was screaming for attention. He reached down in front of the girl and found her left nipple, stroked for a moment to ensure that it was as hard and as sensitive as possible. She squeaked in alarm, but didn't open her mouth to scream until he started to squeeze the little nub of flesh viciously. He could have taken the opportunity to shove his cock down her unsuspecting throat, but he wanted her to open her mouth and take him in voluntarily. Sasha had continued to squeeze until the girl's screams had become slightly hysterical. "Had enough, baby?" he asked as he looked down at her. She nodded miserably. He released her nipple slowly, smiled at the little moan of relief that she gave as he let her go. She didn't need any further encouragement. Suzanne slowly slid her left hand from the man's hip and gently gripped his dick at the bottom of the shaft. She licked her lips to wet them, and then realised how dry her throat had become. She leaned forward slightly, and allowed the head of him to rest against her lips. She sucked gently for a moment, until her mouth began to automatically fill with saliva. She then swirled her now wet tongue around the head a little, heard him sigh softly in contentment. He still hadn't let go of her hair, and he pulled her head towards him slightly in encouragement. Suzanne did as he wanted, and slid a little more of his shaft into her mouth. She stroked her hand at the same time, allowing her saliva to lubricate her palm so that she didn't hurt him as she started to increase her speed. As awful as her situation was, in a way it was better to have something to do, rather than just standing around and being ashamed of her own nakedness. Sasha hated having an audience during sex, but he kept the others around because of the affect they had on the girl. She was painfully embarrassed by their attention, and she had to be wondering if he was going to let the rest of them have their way with her once he was finished. He hadn't yet decided on that, but as she slid her mouth further down onto his dick and started sucking a little harder, he lost the ability to think clearly. Suzanne's jaw was aching, and she was painfully aware of the fact that if she let him even half an inch deeper into her mouth, she would gag and probably bite him accidentally. So to try to distract him, she slid her free hand onto his balls and started to stroke gently. He groaned softly, and he absently allowed his hand to tighten in her hair. She started sucking a little harder again, swirling her tongue against the head of his dick on each upstroke. Hunted: Predator Versus Prey Sasha allowed the girl to continue sucking him until he couldn't stop himself from moaning out loud. He slid his free hand to her cheek and held her head still, stroking her soft skin again for a moment as she slid him out of her mouth gently. He released her hair from his grip and shoved her backwards so that she fell onto her back, her legs splayed invitingly. Her hair was wild and her face was still flushed, mouth open and gasping in shock at finding herself suddenly sprawled on the floor. He stood over her for a moment, allowing the expression on his face to become hard and brutal as he slid his jacket and gloves off his body and dropped them to the floor. It had the desired effect. The girl squeaked again in terror at the look on Sasha's face, started wriggling backwards as she realised he was taking off clothing. He kneeled down and grabbed her escaping legs by the ankles, dragged her back towards him until her ass was at his knees. The rough flooring bit into her bare flesh cruelly and she whined in agony, but she didn't stop struggling. He slid over her until he was lying over her body with her legs splayed either side of him and grabbed her wrists in one of his hands, holding them securely over her head. She eventually had to stop wriggling against him as his weight against her was making it difficult to breathe. Suzanne was convinced that the time had finally come, and was almost resigned to the fact that she was about to be raped. He was so much stronger than her, that she had no chance of breaking her wrists free of his grip. And he was heavy on top of her, to the point where she had to lie still just to ensure she was getting enough air to stay conscious. As she settled down and stopped moving, he shifted his body weight so that their hips met. His pants were still unzipped, but he had moved his underwear back into position. So, although she could feel him pressing against her pubic bone and her vagina, there was at least a thin bit of material stopping him from touching her directly. But she could still feel his body heat radiating against her, and she moaned softly in despair. Sasha was more than ready to fuck his little girl's brains out, but he hadn't yet quite finished humiliating her. He slid his free hand to her jaw and gripped firmly, dragged her eyes level with his. She flinched at the eye contact, but didn't dare look away from him. "I am going to fuck you, little girl," he growled at Suzanne softly. Her breathing visibly increased in speed as he started to talk. "I'm going to come inside you. But... not yet." He released her jaw as he slid his hand down her chest to stroke over her right breast gently, his rough fingertips slowly grazing her soft, creamy flesh. She moaned softly, writhed against him for a moment before realising that this only pressed her clit against his dick even harder. Her nipple tightened and grew further as he circled his palm over it before rolling the little bud between his finger and thumb. He moved his hand on to her other breast, and then leaned down to take her right nipple into his mouth, alternately sucking gently and then biting down on it slowly. Suzanne was confused at the actions of her attacker. Sometimes he was being gentle and sucking on her breast, and then he would suddenly sink his teeth into it instead. The combination of different sensations was starting to affect her, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning softly at the way that he was touching her. He moved his mouth onto her other breast, and stroked his hand down over her stomach slowly, stopping just at the top of her pubic hair. She jerked in fear as he slid his hand over her abdomen, and Sasha smiled against her breast. He stroked over the area again gently, then slid his palm over her side slowly. She shuddered against him, and then her back arched against him automatically, causing her to press her breast against his mouth more firmly. Sasha slid back up the girl's body so that he could whisper into her ear again. "Do you like that, little girl?" he whispered gently. She moaned against him wretchedly, and he smiled. "Do you need a big, hard cock inside you, baby? Do you need to be fucked? Are you getting wet for me?" Suzanne's face was burning once again. Her attacker's voice was hoarse, he was getting turned on. But the worst thing was, she had no idea why her body had reacted to him. Granted, he was pretty decent looking, and he definitely seemed to know what he was doing with his mouth, but surely there wouldn't be anyone in the world who would be turned on in the situation that she was in? He hadn't moved his hand from her stomach, and she was mortified as he started to stroke it over her pubic hair, sliding downwards towards her clitoris. With his weight on her and his legs between her thighs, there was nothing that she could do to deny him access. "Oh please, don't!" Suzanne whispered desperately, her body trembling against the gentle hand stroking down towards her vagina. To her surprise, he avoided both her clitoris and her vaginal opening, instead choosing to stroke his fingertips around the edge of her outer lips several times. Her skin was suddenly extremely sensitive, and she jerked against him in response to his touch. He then stroked the tip of one finger very lightly from the bottom of her opening up to her clitoris, and she writhed against him once again. "Oh, god!" she whispered softly as Sasha slowly spread her folds open so that he could touch her gently. "Oh no..." He was doing this to humiliate her, and she knew it, but she still couldn't stop her body from doing what it wanted to do. Once she was fully spread for him, he circled that damned finger around her opening slowly, and then up to circle around her clitoris very gently. Suzanne was whining softly, and she knew that everyone in the room could hear her, but she just couldn't help herself. He had hardly even touched her, but she was moaning more than she ever had during sex in the past. He slid his mouth back to her ear, and she whimpered in response to the sound of his voice. "You like this," he whispered as he circled his finger around her opening once again. "Don't you?" When she didn't answer, he went on to say "answer me, baby. Or I can make this very painful." "Yes," Suzanne said, her voice barely audible even though Sasha's ear was only inches from her mouth. He smiled against her ear. "Are you wet, baby?" he asked, but didn't wait for a response. He slid his finger inside her just a little, up to his first knuckle, stroked around in a circle and then slid out of her again. She gasped in response, was once again mortified – but unsurprised – to feel her hips buck up against him in search of the lost finger. She was wet; they both knew she was. So when Sasha brought his glistening finger up in front of her face so that she could see it, he did it purely to humiliate her. And she hated him for it, about as much as she thought she could ever hate another person. But when he placed his finger in front of her mouth and told her to lick, she found an entirely new level of hatred. And she still had to do as he wanted anyway. She opened her mouth and took his finger into it, gently lapping her tongue around his wet digit until she had licked it clean. His eyes were still brutal, but they were no longer cold. They were burning. Suzanne supposed that she could take a little comfort in the knowledge that her attacker was equally as affected by her as she was by him. But it was difficult to do that when she knew the outcome was that she was going to end up getting raped. He had slid his hand back between her legs, and this time his thumb was stroking over her clitoris gently. She was shocked to find that within a minute he had the exact pressure and speed that he needed to use to make her come for him. Sasha knew that the girl was ready to come for him, but he wanted to play a little more before he moved on. He slowed his thumb on her clit and gently eased his middle finger inside her, stroking in a circle before finding a spot on the front of her vaginal wall that he liked. He curled his finger and moved it in a 'come hither' gesture. The moan that this action wrenched from the girl was deeper and more satisfied than her previous whining had been. He continued for a few moments before sliding his index finger inside her also. She moaned at the increased stretching feeling, then jerked against him as he started stroking his thumb over her clitoris once again. "Oh god!" she whispered again, her hips involuntarily lifting to meet his hand once again. "Oh my." After a couple more minutes, she was writhing against his hand, desperate for him to let her come. Sasha slid his fingers out of the girl's body and stroked them over her belly again, giving her time to calm down a little. She moaned softy as he did this, and he did not miss the frustration in her voice. For the first time since he had thrown her onto her back, he released her wrists so that he could slide further down her body. To her shock, the man gently lifted her legs and slid his head down between her thighs. Her newly freed hands – as cramped as they were – flew to his head, trying to stop him from doing what he intended to do. She couldn't believe that he was going down on her, but she guessed he wanted everyone to see her come before he decided to screw her. Just to make her humiliation complete. She tried her best to push him away, but he had an iron grip on her thighs, and she had no way of stopping him as he slid his tongue down onto her now slick wet folds of flesh. The girl was trying desperately to push him off her, but as soon as his tongue made contact with her body, her hands flew to her sides and gripped the floor painfully. He stroked over her clit for a few moments, twirling it around his tongue roughly. Then he slid the tip of his tongue around the edge of her opening, as he had done with his finger. She whimpered quietly, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the pleasure or the humiliation that she was feeling. He hoped it was both. This time, he wanted the girl to come. He slid his tongue back to her clit, and then slid his fingers inside her again and moved them as he had earlier. Within minutes she was writhing against him once again, unable to decide if she wanted him closer, or if she wanted to push him away. He sucked on her clit for a couple of moments, then gently bit into the little lump. She moaned loudly as her body finally won her over, and surged into orgasm. The crowd erupted into applause as Suzanne came, and she was grateful that Sasha took the opportunity to slide his body back over hers, so that she could hide beneath him. Suddenly though, her gratitude turned to fear, as he moved his underwear out of the way, and she realised what was going to happen next. Sasha grabbed the girl by the wrists and slid them back over her head, hooking her leg under his arm and pulling her wrists taut so that she couldn't move without hurting herself. "You are fucking beautiful, little girl," he growled against her ear, and she shuddered against him as he nuzzled her ear gently. "Time to get fucked, baby," he whispered, slid his free hand to her hip to hold her steady. Sasha noticed that the crowd had started a shouting match of those who wanted Sasha to fuck the girl in her cunt versus those who wanted him to fuck her in the ass. He didn't care what they wanted; he knew what he wanted out of the girl, and he knew the best way to get it. An ass-fucking would definitely cause more pain and make her scream for him, but straight sex was a whole lot more intimate. He lined himself up against the girl so that his dick was resting against her vaginal opening, then slid his hand back up to her jaw to keep her eyes in line with his. Suzanne almost couldn't breathe as she felt the man slide his dick against her opening. Any second now, he was going to be inside her. And then there would be no way to stop him from coming inside her. He waiting until she looked at him again, her tear-filled eyes locked with his, which still burned with desire. He pushed into her slowly, savouring every inch of gloriously slick, wet flesh as it tightly gripped his cock, and then started to pull him deeper inside her. He moaned softly, shuddered against her as his balls finally came to rest against the smooth skin of her ass. The girl groaned against him, her face flinching as he stretched her open far more than she was used to. But she was wet, and within a few moments, the pain went away. Sasha allowed the girl to close her eyes once he started moving inside her, and he slid his mouth back to her ear. "I want you to come for me, baby" he whispered, and she whined a "please, no!" back at him. She didn't want everyone to hear her come again. Tough. He slid his hand back down between their legs and started circling against her clitoris gently. Within a couple of minutes, the combined feeling of his hand on her clit and the way he was stretching her body around him caused her to lose control once again. As the girl started to come again, Sasha slid his mouth over hers and kissed her, hard. He effectively muffled her moans of pleasure so that the only evidence of her orgasm was the erratic twitching of her muscles around his dick. The feeling was incredible, and he moaned into the girl's mouth as she parted her lips and allowed his tongue access. Suzanne had absolutely no idea what was happening to her. Here she was, lying on the rough floor of a filthy abandoned building, surrounded by horny-looking soldiers, being held down and dominated by a man who had taken pleasure out of beating and humiliating her, and was now raping her and had his tongue stuck down her throat. And he had made her come. Twice. Tears of shame had started to fall down her face, but she still could not stop her body from reacting to him. He was a good kisser, and her body started to heat up again regardless of how tired and ashamed of herself she was. Sasha had increased the force of his movement inside the girl until she was almost whimpering with pain, and she was still on the verge of coming again. He was ready to come himself, and so he slid his mouth to her ear for a moment. "I'm going to come inside you, little girl" he whispered softly. "Are you going to come for me again?" He slid his mouth back over hers to muffle her cries of pleasure as her muscles started contracting around him again, and he finally came inside her, collapsing on top of her body as he regained his breath. Suzanne slowly regained awareness of her surroundings as she heard the metallic sound of a zip being pulled. Sasha had put his clothes back in order, and was crouching beside her. He had let go of her wrists, and he stroked the back of his hand against her face gently. She couldn't possibly think of anything more that he could do that would have been worse than what he had already done to her, but he managed it. "Goodbye, baby," he whispered softly, smiling cruelly as he got to his feet, left the circle of soldiers and walked out of the room. He had left her to the rest of the grunts.