2 comments/ 20734 views/ 4 favorites Bello's Dog By: boooomisback She pounded her fist into his face once more. A trickle of dark red liquid fell from his nose and lingered at his lip. His eyes closed again as he grunted against the pain, but when they reopened, the defiance was back. "That it princess?" He paused to spit the blood out of his mouth and readjust himself in his restraints in the chair, his hands behind his back. "You can hit me as hard and as long as you like...but you'll still be just one of Bello's dogs...just his whore. I won't tell you shit." He chuckled. She turned on her heel to get some momentum and swung her leg up to catch his jaw with her leather boot. Standard issue for the rebels, leather boots, dark hardwearing jeans, white vest, black jacket. Occasionally when the weather got bad out here, which was often, they got a bulky padded coat too. But in this July heat, when the days were dry and scorching, and the nights sweaty and humid; those coats stayed mothballed in a cupboard somewhere. Right now, after working up a sweat beating this captive to a pulp, Lola stood in her vest, the perspiration dripping down her chest and back. She wiped the blood off her knuckles onto the already dirty material of her jeans and nudged the moaning man in the chair. "Call me a whore again." She was a woman of few words. This was the first sentence she'd uttered during today's beating. She waited to see his mouth turn up in a smile and he started to spit out the word, when the heel of her hand came up to his nose again, another fountain of blood spilling out. Down his already bloodied white shirt and jeans. The crimson swirling in patterns as it mixed with the sweat soaked material. A buzz of a walkie talkie distracted her, and a few mumbled words that Alex couldn't work out through the haze of unconsciousness, had her shrugging on her jacket and leaving. Alex sat and waited, Bello would surely be here again soon, waiting to see if he was ready to talk. It was only day three, and from the reports he'd heard back at the headquarters, the torture got increasingly worse. He'd seen nothing yet. That Lola...Lola Neive, he knew her name from the police files they had on the rebels. Pretty little thing, vicious too. He thought to himself. Kidnapped by the gang when she was young, maybe for use as leverage, her parents were high up in the government at the time, but once they died, a terrorist attack he recalled, she stuck with them. They trained her up; she became a real little fighter. Knew how to hurt people, knew where to strike. Well, he knew that first hand. Alex wasn't big in the police, only knew what he read in the few reports he'd been allowed to see, but he had potential in the field, smart, strong, fast. They put him in special ops and assigned him to this mission. Following dozens of others who had failed. He needed to gather information about an upcoming heist. But this lot were tight knit, and a slip up by his partner had them caught. His partner took a bullet for his mistake, and they kept Alex to torture something out of him. They could try. Bello did make an appearance. Alex pulled his aching head up high, the lights blurred his vision but he put on a brave face...don't let them see weakness. "Alexander Savos" It wasn't a question, so Alex stayed still, staring the overweight sweating man out. "My little friend, Neive, she worked you over good. But she has so much more in the barrel." He pulled up a chair and sat inches away from Alex, mopping his brow with a handkerchief before carrying on. "So...You going to answer me yet? Who's your mole?" Bello asked it casually, if he didn't want to answer yet, Bello could enjoy another day of watching Lola at work. Alex tried to pull his mouth up into a smile, but his cracked lips stung. "Fuck you." He spat out. Bello gave a dark chuckle and stood up. "I won't but Lola certainly will." He left the room, taking one last look at Alex before turning away. Lola did. He spent two more hours in that room. Silent except for the thuds of his flesh being pummelled, and the slaps as she brought him back to consciousness. He was dragged back to his room at some point. A dark damp room with just a hard mattress and a disgusting toilet that gave the room a wet, gag inducing smell. He tried to sleep, knowing that he would get an hour or two max before the beating began again. But he tossed and turned, the noises outside his door kept him in a fitful half sleep. His body craved the rest, but outside his door, bangs and shouted voices seemed to be getting closer. He gave up all together when something slammed into his door. He stood, startled and pressed his face to the wall, listening in, he heard the clink of a key, and before he had chance, she came whirling in. She had the door locked behind her before she even noticed him. When she did, she scowled. "Oh...fuck...you. Well just sit the fuck down and keep it zipped. They're just having a few little problems out there. So I'm staying out of the way while they kill each other off. Got it?" She placed the set of keys in her back pocket and pushed past Alex to sit on the mattress. Alex made a note of the bloody handprints across the white material and the bruise forming around her left eye. So she's not infallible. Anger filled him, but hope as well. He had a chance out of here. Before he had chance to rethink He flung himself on her, watched her eyes open in shock as he landed over her. She was quick, but he was strong and unrestrained now. She struggled under him, bringing her knee up to his crotch and her fist up to his face before he could stop her. She reached to the waistband of her pants, to reach for her gun, but he had caught her out, took her by surprise. He backhanded her hard and flipped her onto her stomach, straddling her back, scattering the gun across the floor. A stream of profanities left her mouth. "Quiet now, we don't want those blood thirsty bastards out there finding you do we..." He laughed. Oh how the tables had turned. Lola lay still. Shock took over her mind. She should have never gave him a chance like that, how stupid she was! She let her guard down. Alex spoke quietly as he started to rip material from the crusty mattress to bind her hands. "Now. We are going to stay here, and you are going to shut the fuck up. And when they quiet down out there. You are going to get me out. And I'm not going to hurt you...too much. Ok?" Lola stayed silent. If he just shifted a little, she could get some force to flip them over, but he held fast and the material ripped at her skin as he tightened it around her wrists. When she was bound, he flipped her over again, and she lay under him panting. Her teeth clenched and her eyes burning. Her chest heaved and pressed hard nipples up into the thin material. Alex slid off her, a bulge beginning to form in his pants that she didn't need to know about. He looked down and watched her struggle. "Nice tits." The words slipped out of his mouth. And he chuckled to himself, not sure how that was the first thing that came to mind. "Well look all you want...I've seen your pathetic excuse for a cock when they brought you in and washed you down. It's not impressive. Laughable maybe." Alex chuckled at her cute attempt to anger him. He debated giving her a few good hard slaps to teach her some manners, but something else came to mind. "Ok...Don't mind if I do." He smiled and brought both hands to the hem of her vest. In one sharp tug he ripped it up the entire length, leaving two flaps of material hanging by her sides. She gasped, and her face turned an adorable shade of red. Alex joined her in a gasp; he was expecting tits, but nothing like these. Perfect little mounds sat high on her chest. Pale pink nipples, hard and begging to be sucked. He quickly turned the gasp into a grunt of approvable. Keeping up appearances. He pressed his palms against them and exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding. "You fucking pervert, you fucking touch me, and you'll never get out of here alive." She made sure to keep her voice low. He didn't reply, he ripped another chuck of material off and tied it around her mouth, gagging her. Her muffled cries of anger turned to sobs as Alex twisted the soft velvet skin of her aching nipples around his thumbs. He looked at her now wet face and his cock grew larger again...Fuck, what was he doing. He had torn at her laces before he could stop himself, her boots slipping off, and he peeled the jeans down her legs. Avoiding her kicks with ease. "Oh fuck." He moaned. Perfect perky body, pale and taut flesh inviting him. She wore black panties and nothing else. And Alex could see a small dark patch forming already were her thighs met. "You are a whore after all." He leaned in close to panties and inhaled, holding her still when she squirmed away. "Wet already. You want this." He laughed and rubbed small circles across her shaking stomach. "Shall I show you how much I want this...?" He asked. Looking up at her face to see her shake her head. Begging him to stop. Tears fell thick and fast now. Alex rose to his feet and undressed. Watching her eyes follows his moves, hearing her whimpers. When his underwear slid to the floor and his cock sprung free, she squealed and tried to shuffle back, but he caught her ankles and brought her into the middle of the mattress again. Her jokes about his 'pathetic' cock, were unfounded. He was very very ready. But teasing her was far too fun to end it all now... He pressed his face to the junction of her thighs again and watched her head lift up. Her eyes wide as she watched him pull down her panties with his teeth, flicking them to the floor. His hands held her thighs wide and she shivered under him, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to her warm flesh. Her head falling back as she whimpered again. Alex chuckled at the sound, the vibrations causing her whimper to turn swiftly into a groan. Alex wondered if she would cum like this...As he pressed his tongue against her clit, and she moaned and writhed under him, he knew she could. He pressed his face against her harder, flicking his tongue back and forth. She ground her hips up to meet him, lost now and needy. As he lifted one hand to plunge a finger deep inside her, she bucked and started to clench deep within. Her breathing erratic and her whole body tense. Alex held his mouth firm and enjoyed the mewing sounds she made as she came down from her orgasm. Her bucking turned to little spasms and eventually she stilled, her breathing heavy. Alex rose up to lie next to her again, untying the gag and waiting for her to speak...would she? "Please. Stop this..Please let me go." The brave strong woman had fled, leaving behind a scared little girl. Lola looked up at him and new tears started to roll. "Please.." She looked up at him, with her best scared vulnerable little girl eyes and prayed. Alex smiled and stroked her face, wiping away the tears. "I won't ruin your pretty little cunt, I wouldn't do that to you." She gave a weak somewhat confused smile. If only he knew, she wouldn't dare tell him, a bastard like him would make her suffer for it... Alex took her arm and rolled her onto her stomach, settling in between her thighs. Lola relaxed, assuming that her ties would now we released. But Alex didn't touch her bindings. He spread her cheeks wide and pressed his head against her tiny puckered arsehole. "No..no no no..please" She struggled with renewed vigour now, thrashing and shouting under him. Alex pressed her face into the bed and pressed his cock into her. She was tight..so so tight. Too tight maybe. She must be 20-something...living here? With these animals? Never fucked in her arse? Wow. With a satisfying pop, his head entered her hole and he couldn't help the guttural growl that fell from his mouth. She was screaming out into the mattress, her fingers clenched into her forearms hard enough to draw blood. "this is what you want isn't it...fucking whore. This is what you need." She was in agony, he had just given her a wonderful, albeit forced, orgasm. And now this horrible burning stretching pain. She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped to god it would be quick. His thrusts were slow at first, measured and controlled. But her tight hole clenching around him was too much, and he rode her like an animal. Thrusting hard and quick. Humping her soft flesh into the hard mattress. The blood serving for lube. She gave up screaming, the sobbing returned and when she had the strength to lift her head from the mattress, she took raggedy pained breaths in. His grunting matched the rate of the thrusting now and he felt his balls tighten. "oh yess..come on precious..come on" he slid his hand under her and pressed his fingers against her clit again, rubbing furiously in time with his fucking. She shook violently under him and he felt warm wet fluid cover his hand as she came again. Lola cursed herself. He followed shortly after, filling her hole with his cum and collapsing on top of her. He unbound her arms, knowing that he was safe from her escaping for now, she lay sleeping quietly on the bed. Bruises starting to show on her pale arse. He retrieved the keys from her jeans and once dressed, pressed them into his own pocket. Bello's Dog Ch. 02 Lola woke slowly, lying still for a few moments to get her bearings...that bastard. She tried to sit up, expecting to see his snarling face at the foot of the mattress, but her whole body ached and she lay back down again, pressing her face into the dirty sheet. "I see you've woke." She heard his voice, only feet away from her, and despite her protesting muscles, she shot up. He sat on the edge of the mattress. Close enough to touch, if she so wanted to. But that was the last thing she wanted right now. "So what now?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest and straightening up. "Do you not remember, my half of the bargain was to fuck, yours was to get my arse out of this shithole." He smirked. "I can't...we'll both die. They'll know." She answered quickly, defensively. "That's up to you to sort that out. Not my problem. Now the guards usually come in early to feed me. They will be here soon." With that he stood up, threw a large t-shirt at her from the floor and starting fixing his clothes. "Are you serious?" She asked, pulling the t-shirt over her naked body. "Do I look like I'm fucking joking?" He turned to her and with both hands on his hips smirked again. Lola hated the idea of helping this scumbag. But she wanted out just as bad... If she hadn't learned to fight early on, she'd had been fresh meat to these animals. It did help that Bello had taken a liking to her early on. Treated her like a daughter, kept her safe. Didn't make him a good man though. Lola decided in that instance that she would use Alex. Get herself out of here..and then she could beat seven shades of shit out of him. "Fine." She stood, pulled the t-shirt low so it covered all her major bits and headed for the door. Alex was halted for a moment, she gave in so easily. But he couldn't linger on it for too long. She already had fished into his pocket to retrieve the key, and was easing herself quietly out of the door. He followed, scuttling down the empty corridor after her. Stifling a groan when he spotted just how short the t-shirt was, as it graced her jiggling cheeks as he hopped away. They walked in silence for 10 minutes, but it seemed years. Darting and weaving through dark halls and secret corridors, It all looked the same to Alex. But Lola seemed to know every dingy piece of this hellhole. A couple of close calls had them coming to a quick standstill and playing human statues behind corners while guards walked inches away from them. When they reached a small black door, Lola seemed to recognise they stopped. "This it?" Alex whispered close to her ear. She nodded. "There is going to be 7 or 8 guards behind this door, then a short walk to a barbed fence and we are on the home straight." They had no weapons, no alibi, nothing. Lola was thinking up plans in her head, but they all seemed to end in her with her brains spilling out her ears. "Right." She landed on the one that would most likely work and decided to stick to it. Stripping off a piece of material from her t-shirt, she tightly bound his hands. "You are going to be my prisoner. Don't say a word." "Is this really going to work?" Alex was sceptical, and he didn't like the idea of her having the upper hand binding his arms. "Maybe." She started unbuttoning his trousers, slipping them off as he balanced himself against the wall. "I have to be naked for this to work?" He snorted. "No, but I'm half naked, and that's going to be a tad suspicious. Hurry, your guards will have noticed you're gone now." She slipped his pants over her naked legs and tucked her t-shirt in. Leaving him in his underwear and bloodied t-shirt. The pants were huge, she had to fold over the hem three times before they would even stay up on her hips. It was all she had though. "ok. Keep it zipped." And with that, she flung open the heavy door and squinted against the sunlight. "Lola?" She heard a deep male voice before she saw him. As her eyes adjusted, she saw the looming figure of Bello stood with six other guards. "Sir! I. Yes." She stuttered. This was it. Dead. Her legs twitched under her, willing her to run. "What's going on?" his voice was confused as he looked over the both of them. Lola stood, quiet and stunned. Alex had to give a little pull on his restraints to get her attention. "Yes! Well this one refused feeding this morning. I thought I'd take him over to building 4 and string him up for a while. But the doors faulty so I'm going to long way around." The words skipped out of her mouth with ease, she even managed a cruel smile at the end. Alex was impressed, but more than anything, hopeful. He could see the fence about 7 metres away. And behind it, the wooded forest, that he knew led a 40 minute walk to freedom. Nothing. If he ran he could do it in half the time. Bello squinted at them, silent. The guards stood around him, hands lingering around their weapons. Time stretched out. Lola had stopped breathing the moment the words left her mouth, and now her lungs had started burning, but she forced a strained smile onto her lips and stood her ground. "Yes ok. I'll meet you there when I'm done here." Lola pulled in a large gulp of air and gave a short sharp nod, pulling Alex's bindings and leading them out of the gate. She held her eyes ahead until they were out of sight and into the forest. At that point she sunk against a tree. Alex stood looking down at her. "You did it." She didn't answer; she just sat catching her breath. "Why? You could have handed me over to them there and then." Lola looked up. "Because I wanted out just as much as you. Moron" She pressed her face into her hands for a moment, wiping the sweat (and few stray tears) away, and then stood. She began unbinding his wrists. "Why? You've got it made in there." Alex stayed still as she pulled at the awkward material. In response, she snorted. "You don't have a clue." When his wrists were apart, Lola turned and began walking. Not looking back as she spoke. "you're free now. Ok. You got what you wanted, I got mine." Alex didn't have a reply. He just watched her slim frame dance off into the trees. Bello's Dog Ch. 03 Alex followed her. She was heading the same direction anyway, that's what he told himself. It wasn't the way his pants silhouetted her curvy frame, or the mane of curls, or the chance to see those sharp blue eyes again that kept him watching. He stayed far away enough to keep a low profile, keeping his footsteps steady. They walked slowly, steady. But Alex could see her waning. Her arms hung limp, her head too. Her feet stumbled over roots and rocks and she had slowed down to a crawl. He held back. She dipped out of view for a moment, and as he heard her cry out, he caught sight of her tiny frame slipping down a small embankment, and heard the thud of her landing. Before he could stop his legs, they were taking him full speed to her aid. He found her sat against a large rock, bloodied knees against her chest, wiping away tears hastily. She looked up, her eyes full of passion...anger. "You're still here? I thought you were smarter than that. Run home little boy." She spat the words out. Her bravado cracking along with her voice. "What's the matter?" He chose to ignore her malice. "I was fucking raped, if you recall. All of me hurts. I'm tired. I have nowhere to go." Each sentence was punctuated by a snap of her teeth. Alex's body again seemed to work on a mind of its own, but he leaned down and scooped her up. He forced her arm over his neck and held her waist. Lola didn't speak her arm went up defensively, but he just held her close and helped her carry on the walk. He could feel her shallow breaths and winces, and guilt crept up on him faster than he could shrug it off. Silence loomed over them for several minutes; Alex took nearly all of her minuscule weight onto his arm and pulled her over the rocky terrain. He allowed himself a quick glance down at her face and saw tears again. "Why are you helping me?" She asked. She didn't allow herself to look up into those chocolate eyes. She was struggling to keep the tears in check as it was, and one look at him, and she knew, for some reason, she would tip over the edge. "well.." He started "you beat the shit out of me, so I raped you. Even." She shuddered, remembering both of those. "Then. You helped me out of there, so I help you. Even." "A man with morals..interesting. Rare species I think." She sighed as he eased her over a particularly nasty patch of nettles. Alex chuckled under his breath. He chest vibrated against her side. It took longer than it should have to reach town. It was dark, and by now Lola had given up all together, her feet barely touching the ground as he dragged her into the sleepy village. "I don't live far, but we'll get a taxi as soon as we see one, we stick out like sore thumbs, and I'm surprised Bello hasn't caught up already." Lola began protesting that she didn't need his help, but she looked up to see a smile. The last thing she was expecting and she gave a smile and a nod in return. "We can stay here, but not for long, I'm sure Bello will come looking." Alex swung the door to his house open and plonked Lola down onto the nearest couch. She looked around; it was a modern flat, all leather and chrome. She could see the adjoining kitchen and a tall breakfast bar from where she sat, and two doors behind her, which she assumed to be bathroom and bedroom. "Nice." She muttered "But I'm dirtying it up, shower?" She asked, embarrassed by the small muddy footprints she had walked in. He nodded to one of the doors and headed into the kitchen. Lola allowed herself to stand under the steamy water for longer than she should have, sitting in the base of the tub and rubbing her sore flesh down, There were large blue bruises starting to show all down the inside of her thighs and she could feel the ones on her back too. Her lungs ached like all the air had been knocked out and her feet had turned to jelly. But the warm water helped to ease her slightly and once most of the mud had drained away, she felt human. Her look was topped off with a fluffy white towel. She threw the ruined clothes in the bin under the sink and stepped back into the living room. As she emerged she bumped right into Alex's hard chest and he gripped her arms to steady her. He had changed into a pair of long pyjama pants, but his upper half was gloriously naked. Lola was about to apologise when his head dipped to meet hers and he pressed his warm lips to hers. Lola freed her arm and swung it up sharply to meet his face, clipping his ear and cheek in one slap. Alex stood back stunned, and a stream of apology left his mouth. "I don't know why I did that! I'm... I'm sorry. There's soup there...I...You can." He turned, his head down and sat, picking up his soup. His eyes not leaving his bowl. Warm meaty smells hit her nose and her stomach growled awake. Lola stood shaky, her brain told her to leave, but she didn't. She had nowhere to go, nobody to go to. She walked over to the other couch and sat. "Thanks." Lola scooped up the bowl and discarded the spoon; bringing the bowl up to her lips she downed the soup. "Live alone?" She tried to make conversation. The silence was killing her slowly. Alex didn't answer her question.. "Do you want to get out of here? I can give you some money to go get a hotel. You don't seem comfortable here. I can understand that, but you know, if you wanted some space?" "No...No. I mean, I'm not...I'm fine here. I'll be out of your hair tomorrow." "Ok. Well, beds yours, don't argue, couch is fine for me. Go to bed now, you're tired." Lola was about to laugh at his assumption that she'd do what she was told like a child, but he had been good to her today, ignoring the rape, and the kiss, so she disappeared into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. Alex was sleeping restlessly, in the middle of a dream re-enacting his torture at the hands of the rebels, when he felt something cold creep up his thigh. He awoke immediately and swung his head up to see Lola at his feet on the small couch, huddled under the bottom corner of his blanket, her legs tangled around his. She was fast asleep, peaceful looking. Her toes were icy against his warm leg, and it sent a goosebumps down his flesh. She wriggled again, snoring gently, and her foot slipped down his pajama leg and landed against his crotch. He tensed. Her foot moved again, and the arch rubbed gently down his shaft. "Fuck" He groaned. He willed himself to think of all the unattractive things he could. Bello's moist sweaty face, his Gran in her nightdress, anything. But as hard as he tried he felt that familiar stirring. Before he could make a mistake, he lifted her foot and placed it behind him. She settled back into the leather. It was going to be a long night. Bello's Dog Ch. 04 "I couldn't sleep in there." Lola tried defending herself; she had woken moments earlier wrapped around Alex's bottom half, with confused eyes looking down on her. She had no real excuse, and they both knew it, so she stopped there. Hoping her big 'innocent' eyes would fool him enough. Truth be told, when she had woken in the middle of the night, cold and shaky, alone in a bed too big for one, she had wandered out in search. What for, she didn't quite remember. But she had saw him, lying naked, tanned skin and taut muscle stretched out over the leather, and she had, without a second thought, squeezed behind him and settled in. "Okay...but can I get up now, I'll make us a cup of coffee and then we can sort out finding you a place to live. I'll need to disappear for a while too I think, but I've got people up north I can go stay with." He untangled his legs and slid off the sticky leather, avoiding the revealed flesh of her thighs as he did. "I've got a friend." Alex shouted through from the kitchen. "He's going to put me up in his hotel for a couple of days; he owns one up in Hale. You want me to ask for a room for you? He'll do it free, he's a good guy." Lola mulled this over while she plushed up the cushions and folded the duvet. "Well. Yes, I've got nowhere to go, but won't he ask questions?" She wasn't in the habit of accepting favours; it only meant she owed them something. Alex wandered back in with coffee cups in hand, sending the blood rushing out of Lola's face again when she remembered his topless state. "No, he's an old friend, if I tell him I got in some trouble, he'll cover for me...us." He pressed the warm mug into Lola's fingers and smiled. She took a long sip and sighed, the warmth settled in her stomach. "That's perfect." Cream, two sugars. "Well yer, I know how you like it. A cup of coffee to go along with a morning beating always warmed you up, I remember." His mouth momentarily pulled down but when Lola looked up to his eyes, they were apologetic only. "I'm sorry Lola, I shouldn't have said that." "No. What have you got to apologise for, I beat you black and blue for months. At the whim of a maniac." Lola's face held no expression. No emotion. She tucked away a curl behind her ear and sipped her coffee again. Alex sat unsure of what to say. He turned on the television and they watched in silence. "I didn't need all this." Lola grumbled to herself. Alex had left her in her room moments ago, with strict orders to unpack and make it home. He had taken her out for 'essentials' that afternoon, and even with all of her moaning and refusals of his money, she had come out of that shop with a suitcase full. Clothes, toiletries, pyjamas, books, makeup. It was a nice enough room, old fashioned, classic. A big four poster bed in a daunting dark wood, surrounded by deep red curtains. To be fair, it was up-market, probably far too expensive for her. It wasn't really her style either. She did admire the large brown leather armchair in the corner though, and expected that she would spend many nights sleeping in that rather than the monster of a bed. She zipped shut the suitcase as soon as she had opened it, and slid it under the bed. She decided she could deal with that tomorrow. She took out a book and set it down next to the brandy bottle on the side table. "Lola? Foods done. You coming down?" Alex shouted through from the corridor that separated their rooms. "Um no, I'm not hungry, I'll stay here." It was getting late; it had been a big day of packing, moving, meeting people. Lola slipped her hand under the bed and pulled a nightie out of the case and undressed. "Are you sure? Are you ok? Can I come in?" "Yes! But well...no" Lola answered his first question, but before she could finish the sentence and warn him she heard the latch go and only had time to hold the nightie in front of her body, covering much less of her body than she would like. He entered the room and shut it behind him, his mouth open ready to speak again when he noticed her. His eyes clenched shut immediately. "Oh! Fuck! You should have said." Alex held his hands over his eyes and turned. Holding one hand over his eyes still, he reached out with the other and grasped around for the handle. Lola couldn't help it, a chuckle escaped her lips. "You look ridiculous." She continued laughing as she watched him awkwardly head back to the door, like some sort of blind zombie. "Don't laugh. Clothe yourself or help me. Fuck." Alex hissed as he tripped over her shoes. He hadn't been that far from the door originally, but with his eyes clothes, and a clearly terrible sense of direction, he had come nearly full circle and was about to knock the crystal wear right off the table. "Stop! For fucks sake!" He held his arms frozen in front of him. Alex's mouth turned up into a smile. Lola chuckled, dropping her nightie; she made her way over to him and turned him, gripping his waist from behind and steering him away. She felt his fingers press against hers. "Your eyes better still be closed." "Might be. You'll have to come around and find out." Lola's hands went limp, they dropped to her sides. Her mind went blank. She saw her hand reach out to his arm and pull it before she knew she had. Alex turned slowly, his gaze landing on hers. His mouth opened slightly and his eyes wandered down, over her naked body. It was better than he remembered. Wide hips and full breasts, topped with pale pink nipples. She reached out for him, pulling his hand towards her. "Touch me." Her voice quivered. His hand rested on her neck, he moved forward and wrapped his other arm around her waist. He pulled her body close and looked down at her, she was at least a foot shorter and he had to lean considerably to reach her face. As he did, her head moved away, but he held firm. He persevered. Gripping the back of her neck tightly, he brought her mouth to his and they met. She sunk into him, her mouth opening. He danced his tongue over her lips. Far too quickly he stopped and he backed away smiling. She breathed out the lungful of air she had been holding and gripped the front of his t-shirt, feeling the muscles of his chest, warm and hard under it. "Please don't stop. I might change my mind." His eyes darkened. "I want you to want this as much as I do. I don't want it to be a regret." His hand on her waist loosened. "No. please, I want this. I want you." She rose up onto tiptoe and pulled his face toward her, kissing up his stubbled jawline. But his head stretched away from hers. "Get some sleep. I'm sorry again." He peeled himself off her body and turned away. "What? No. Don't leave me." She pulled at his t-shirt, but he was quick. He opened the door a crack and slipped out. Lola didn't hesitate; she grabbed her coat and closed the front over herself. It reached just above her knees so she made sure to be quick as she darted across to his room. She saw his door close over just as she reached it. "Alex..." She pressed her forehead to the wood and whispered. "Alex please. I've had plenty of opportunity to run from you. Leave you behind. I haven't." She tightened the coat around her again and tried to sink into the door as two elderly people passed her, confusion and shock on their faces. "Alex. I'm begging you, let me in. Let's talk." The door creaked open slowly and Alex's face appeared in the gap. "I don't want you to think you owe me anything. You don't. Don't make the mistake of thinking I owe you anything either. Ever. Ok? You can go anytime you want, but I'm asking you...stay." Lola pushed herself through the gap and Alex backed away from the door. "I'm telling you. I'm staying." She reached behind and shut the door, simultaneously releasing the front of her coat and letting her shoulders drop. It fell to the floor with a rustle. Alex's throat contracted as he swallowed. She stood in front of him, gloriously naked. Her pale velvety skin contrasting with her mane of chocolate curls and a small patch between her legs matching that. "You are stunning." He whispered, edging closer to her, and gracing his fingertips around her waist. He held her so gently, so loosely, as if she would shatter like glass in his arms. Lola gripped the neckline of his t-shirt with both and hands and pulled gently, a smile at her lips. He got the hint, and helped her pull the top over his head and off. Lola could now be skin to skin with him. She could finally press herself against his warm chest; feel his beating heart thrum against her skin. She turned to rub her cheek against it. His smell was heady, and warmth consumed the room. Lola's hands snaked around his neck again and grasped the hair at his nape. Alex groaned eagerly and sunk down, pressing his lips to hers once more. She responded, pushing her mouth up to meet his and pulling him almost painfully against her body. She dared to open her eyes for a moment, and watched his face, less an inch from hers. Alex's eyebrows were pulled together, his eyes squeezed shut. It was a face of pain. But the pull of his fingers against her hips, and the bulge forming against her stomach, told Lola otherwise. Suddenly, Lola's feet left the floor, and she was dropped back into the covers of the bed. Alex started down at her from the foot of it, like a prowling animal. As his eyes travelled the length of her body, he undid his trousers, unzipping them and slowly dragging them down his legs. Then he reached for the band of his underpants. He kept deliberate eye contact with Lola as he pulled them down his legs, letting them drop to the floor. His erection sprung up, pressing against his stomach. Lola gasped and squeezed her legs together. That would never fit. Alex kneeled forward onto the edge of the bed, and on all fours crawled up to her. He pressed her legs apart and settled his hips between them. His cock pressed hungrily against her, and Lola's insides fluttered. "Wait. Alex." Lola groaned. She covered her face with both hands and let her head drop back on the pillow. "What? What's wrong? Condom? There's one in my bag." Alex started to move off her but Lola held him still. "I'm a virgin." Lola's face grew red and she bit her bottom lip to stop it trembling. Alex didn't speak, and he kept his face impressively passive. But his eyes gave his shock away. "That's ok with me. If its ok with you? We can take this slow. I'd happily have it last all night." He punctuated with a wink and grinned at her. "Thank you." Lola smiled back and kissed him again, widening her legs. "I want you now Alex, no more waiting." "Are you sure you're ready, I'm sure I could help you out a bit if you weren't." His hand snaked between their two bodies and he rolled a fingertip around her clit. Lola's body pushed off the bed and her head tipped back. Her mouth fell open in a silent 'o'. "Now." She persisted. She pulled his hips and arched hers, pressing their joined bodies even closer. She had no doubt in her mind, none at all. This was the moment. The moment she had forever dreamed of. A strong man, claiming her. Making sweet love to her. Holding her and kissing her, making her complete. Alex was that man, the man she loved. The words were coming up the back of her throat, with a sickly taste. But she held it back. Alex didn't love her, how could he? After all she had done...all she was. But tonight was hers, to remember any way she wanted. Alex was lost, he looked down at the angel smiling under him, she was begging him, she needed him. Alex wanted to give her everything. He pushed into her with ease and a shiver of pleasure ripped through him. "Lola?" He prized his eyes apart to look at her. Her face had split into a grin and he couldn't help but smile back. "What?" Alex grumbled. Embarrassment crept in. "Finally." With that she placed a gentle kiss on his lips. The word was perfect. It felt right. Alex had been waiting. Waiting for her. All the other girls, one night stands, week long relationships here and there. He had been waiting for Lola. The guilt he felt when he thought of the other women he had fucked confirmed his feelings. He shifted, gently pulling out of her, and then slowly easing himself all the way back. She was slick with warm wetness and fit him perfectly. "More. Please Alex. I've waited long enough for this." Alex swung back into her with more force this time, bottoming out with a grunt. Lola cried out in approval, and as he got into a rhythm, her feet rose up to press against his thighs and pull him closer with each thrust. He nudged her face to the side and smelt the heavenly scent of her. Sweet and salty with sweat. He kissed the delicate skin of her neck, tasting the pulse underneath. "Oh god." Lola's hand slid down her sheened body and to her clit. She rubbed herself in time with Alex's hips and started to tremble under him. "Come on Lola." Alex grasped both of her wrists and held them high above her head, pressing his weight down on her. Her rigid nipples tickling down his chest. The speed increased even more. He angled up and rolled his hips, in a matter of seconds Lola had turned her head and pressed her face into her arm, screaming out against her skin. Her body shook angrily and her insides quivered delicately around him. "Lola!" Alex exploded, coming to his own shuddering halt. He dropped, like a sack of potatoes onto Lola's tiny frame. There was no air between them. Just the hot humid memory of sex. Panting filled the room. Lola rolled Alex off her and followed his body, pressing herself to his side, moulding to him, her palm rubbing the tense muscles of his stomach. Alex lifted her hand to his face and kissed her palm, up her fingers to the tip of each. "That. Was. Perfect." He mumbled between kisses. He dropped her hand and shuffled lower, until he was face to face with her. She was already sleeping, softly and silently in his arms. He pressed one more kiss to her forehead and settled his head against hers. * There's another chapter in the making that will take our story in some major twists and turns. I can't wait to write it, and hope you all look forward to reading it. I love feedback, so please! criticise away. Bello's Dog Ch. 05 Lola and Alex woke to the sound of the world ending. Their world ending. How quickly and passionately it had started, it would surely end in a more gruesome fashion; if the noise outside was anything to go by. The repetitive drilling of a machine gun rumbling through the floorboards. The roar of men's angry voices and shrill cries of pain following. The pounding of heavy and determined fists at the door. "Hey Alex, you wouldn't mind opening up would you? You have something of mine, my property. I'll be taking that back today." A smooth and level voice cut through the noise. Lola looked up at Alex, her eyes wide and dark, sinking into her face. "Alex...he's here, he's found us." She clung onto his chest and buried her face away, tears coming quickly and freely, praying it was all a horrible nightmare, and that terrible, terrible man she once called father, wasn't here. Alex's mind raced as he tried to put things together, when things finally seemed to click, he was up off the bed, dragging Lola up with him with a painful tug. He grabbed a few clothes from the floor, that he hadn't packed last night, and dragged a sobbing Lola into the bathroom. He locked the door behind them and grabbed Lola by both shoulders, pulling her to eye level. "Lola! Look at me." Lola's sobbing continued. "LOLA!" He shook her violently until she stopped. "Put on these clothes. We are getting out of here. You have to calm down. I know you are stronger than this. They won't fucking win this time, they can't." With that he thrust a pair of old jeans and a pyjama t-shirt of his at her and turned to dress himself in similarly mismatch clothes. Lola wiped her palm across her dripping nose and dragged the clothes over her aching body. The twinges only served to remind her of the passion of last night. Fresh tears filled her eyes when she thought of Alex. She dare not look up at him. She focused on dressing. A shatter of wood outside told them both that the bedroom had been breached. Alex reached for the window; and in an effortless move, lifted Lola up to it. "Out you go." Lola looked down, they weren't high and she could easily land on the balcony under them and drop from there. "You are following, aren't you?" She pulled at the collar of Alex's shirt and he tried to ease her out. "Of course! Now go!" Lola nodded and slipped down the sill; landing with a thud on the cement balcony. Pain seared up her ankles, but she continued her momentum, rolling herself off the balcony and onto the soft grass below. Lola looked up; Alex was still in the window, his upper half dragging itself out, his lower half still in the room. He looked in pain, his face contorted. Then Lola saw them, two dark figures emerge from behind him, gripping his flesh and material and hair, anything they could grasp. With one final yank, Alex disappeared back into the room. Lola stood quiet; paralysed for a moment. The sounds travelling out of the window were hideous; dampened thuds of fists against flesh, crashing and tearing...laughter. Lola was almost ready to throw herself back up the wall and up into the window, but at that second another dark figure appeared and a gun was raised toward her. Lola spent the time to notice he was aiming to maim and not kill...Bello wants her back...then she turned and ran. As she did, she cursed herself, tears stinging down her cheeks once more. 'Coward, you left him, Alex is in there, they are hurting him." Her thoughts were short and staggered; they coincided with the pounded of her feet against the soft gravel. She didn't turn, didn't look back, didn't hesitate; she needed to get to a phone, or a car, anything, something...that's why when the man collided with her, it was so unexpected. The force of the blow took every ounce of air she had out of her, and left her gasping and heaving under him, face down in the hard stone ground. "Don't you dare fucking move, or I'll take your fucking head off. I don't care what Bello wants, I won't hesitate." Lola recognised his voice. His name was Tulo, and he was one of Bello's closest and most trusted men. He was in charge of most of the money coming in and out of Bello's dirty little business. Lola laid still, he muscles stiff and her lungs still burning. She couldn't take him down even if she wanted, besides her current state, Tulo was a well-trained soldier, and could probably break her arm from this position if she struggled. With one hard thump to the side of her head, the world disappeared and Lola slipped out of consciousness. The last thing on her mind was Alex's face last night, his eyes as he held her and rocked her. When aching heavy eyelids opened again, Lola was home, and it was a place you wished she was a thousand miles away from. The same damp cell she recalled Alex being placed in. It was the same, exactly the same. The mattress with its stains, the blackened window, and a shredded sheet. Alex was strung by his wrists to a clamp on the ceiling, and once she spotted him, Lola pulled herself up to standing and stumbled over to him. "Alex, Alex. Please." She held his face and willed him conscious. Her soft fingers clawed at the rough rope holding him, but the knots were tight and she did little but rope burn herself. Thump. Her head spun, the lock was pulled back and the door began to swing open. Bello's huge sweaty form filled the doorway, and the smell of cheap cologne and cigars wafted in. "Honey, your home." He chuckled, his neck fat vibrating. "And it's so wonderful to see you again." He walked towards them, and smiled as Lola shielded Alex. He brought up his huge palm and grasped her neck, the air caught and she gasped. "You are going to the men. You are going to keep them satisfied for as long as you stay warm." He licked his lips and ran his nose down the column of her throat. Lola struggled for breath as she tried to pry his fingers away. "It's a shame to lose you to them, but what you did...you put us all at risk." He let go of her, and she slipped to the floor, breathing in lungful's of air. "And this one..." He sneered at Alex. "This one will die." "Don't you fucking touch him." Lola hoisted herself up again, and stepping back, swung her arm to meet Bello's face. The slap of hard fat against her fist stung, but the satisfaction of watching the blood spray out of his nose made it worth it. She lunged forward to him again, but two uniformed men got to her first. Alex chose this moment to open his eyes, and saw the bloody sight before him, cried out as they dragged her down. They looked at Bello for permission, and with a short sharp nod, they commenced. They tore away the material from Lola's body, ignoring her sobs and pleas. One of the men took a handful of hair and dragged her up onto all fours, the other, a huge bulky man moved behind her. He took down his pants and clawing at her soft flesh, thrust into her. She sobbed again, trying to writhe free, but he was heavy and he pressed her into the floor. The other man, a tall spindly thing had taken out his cock and pressed it towards her mouth. Lola turned her head away from it, and looked straight into the tear filled eyes of Alex. He stood motionless, hanging, watching. "I can see why you like her." Bello chuckled to Alex, nudging him in his still sore ribs. As the cock found her lips again, she opened her mouth, and swung it straight back shut again. "Arghhhh." The man squealed. He brought his hand back and slapped her. The force dizzied Lola, and her vision blurred. She vaguely heard the man behind her grunt and finish. He slapped her arse once more before getting to his feet. "My turn." The men swapped places and Bello clapped his hands together and laughed out loud as they did. His greasy face had grown red as he watched. The second man took longer, and the larger man enjoyed beating her around as he did, and when they had finished. Lola lay bloodied on the concrete. "Send her to the men's barracks. They can have their fun now." Bello laughed. "You monster, you fucking monster. It's going to be ok Lola, I'll fix this, I promise, it's going to be fine." Alex screamed as Lola was dragged away. "Think again." Bello grunted as he brought up the butt of the gun to his temple. "Your luck just ran out."