0 comments/ 30895 views/ 5 favorites Foreign Affair Ch. 01 By: MaggieEvans She was awakened by the muffled sounds of men shouting, dull thuds, and the slamming of doors through the walls of her hotel room. She lay still, eyes wide open, straining to discern from beyond which wall, specifically, the noises were emanating. She sat up in bed. She could hear them out in the hallway now. It only took a few seconds for the young American to wrap her mind around what was taking place. She leapt out of bed, bolting for the window. Her room was situated on the ground floor of a small hotel in what the locals would consider a less than desirable part of town, and she was dismayed to find that for security purposes the window was barred from the outside in such a way that not even her narrow frame would be able to squeeze through. She heard the pounding of some blunt object against her own door. She dove under the bed just as it swung open with a violent crack. The lights went on and she watched, terrified, as a pair of military issue boots strode into the room. She felt sure, even with the chaotic din taking place in the hall, he would be able to hear her breathing, but it wasn't so. He first went in the bathroom, and she heard the grating of metal on metal as he whipped aside the shower curtain. He flung open the closet before stalking toward the bed, throwing the covers off onto the floor. The boots stood still a moment, barely a foot from her face. Her heart stopped as five long fingers curled under the bed frame. Everything started happening in slow motion. His grasp tightened against the frame as the man dropped to one knee. The washed out green material of his uniform was worn particularly thin where it made contact with the hard wood. She experienced the moment with mesmerizing clarity, her heightened sense of awareness the product of utter terror. When his face finally came into view, peering through the incomplete darkness of her hiding place, she was unprepared for the sight of him. He was young, much younger than she had expected from his commanding gait and work worn fingers. He was lean and dark with a strong jawline. Curls of dark brown hair fell over his forehead and ears. Her body was seized by a momentary paralysis, and she stared helplessly into his deep green eyes as they flashed with surprise. When he found her under the bed, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He stared back at her, dumbfounded. Her thin, athletic body lay taut on the floor, braced with panic and anticipation. Her blond hair was particularly foreign to him, and even though he had been briefed for this operation with pictures of all the targets, her dark brown eyes wielded a strange power he was entirely unfamiliar with. His whole body flushed hotly with desire. He was still kneeling by the bed when the others rushed it. He stood up, dazedly looking on as one of the men ran around the bed and dragged her out from under by her ankles, another forced a rag over her mouth. Her struggling subsided, and she was unconscious within seconds. She sat before them in nothing but a short satin nightgown, a modest cotton bra, and thin cotton panties. She laid her cuffed hands in her lap and shivered uncontrollably, hoping this kidnapping would come with some explanation. She had been appointed to international affairs when she first joined the Company, and had been there long enough to understand the dangers of her position. Some of her coworkers had kidnapping stories of their own. So, although there was cause for alarm, everything she had heard about that possibility in this country was benign, a moderate inconvenience. Kidnapping had, in fact, become quite lucrative for organizations pushing some radical religious and/or political agenda. The Company, like many other multi-national corporations, was well insured and the transaction had become so commonplace as to be considered, "business as usual." Still, the entire situation up to this point had been more than just a little unnerving. When they removed her blindfold she looked around to see a dimly lit room with a desk upon which sat a large black phone. A number of outdated computers were positioned against the wall in the back with innumerous colored cords running from them to various other instrumentation around the room and eventually into the walls. There were three men at the desk in military uniform. The one in the middle addressed her by name. "Caitlyn Riley," he declared. They wore the uniforms of local military officials but the patching was different. Rebels, she determined. The Rebel Army had been seeking a theocratic overhaul of the National Government for over 50 years, but it was only in the past decade that they had gained any political favor. Over the past 5 years they had grown increasingly radical in their ideology and method. They entered into the kidnapping trade out of necessity a couple years ago to fund a modest increase in following and remain a competitive faction in the abundant pool of illegally operating separatist communities. "Age: 24..." He was reading allowed. "You go by Katie. Originally from Telluride, Colorado. You are currently a resident of Boston, Massachusetts. No immediate family, and you have been in the employ of the Company for almost 4 years." She began to speak, stuttering, trying to affirm the information and question everything that was taking place simultaneously. He saved the silly American from an exercise in futility, cutting her off as he continued. "We have already made contact with the appropriate personnel at the Company and will be in negotiations for your return within the next few days. We require that you abide by certain protocol while you are with us. Firstly, you will be blindfolded and accompanied by at least one guard during transport at all times. Transport primarily occurs between your housing to the mess hall, showers, or negotiations compound, where the accompanying guard will remove the blindfold at the appropriate time. At no point are you under any circumstances to remove the blindfold. Any attempt to remove your blindfold will be considered a security breach, a volitional intent to compromise our location, and is quite punishable, in a variety of ways..." Katie nodded mechanically. She was still feeling the effects of anesthesia, and had gone into shock besides. She was no longer processing any of the information being given. He went on through a number of other rules before conferring briefly with the other two men at the table in a language native to the region and entirely foreign to her. He then began to bark orders at a number of other men present in the room. Katie turned around to see four other men standing at the door behind her. She had barely recognized this fact before her line of sight fell on the bizarrely magnetic green eyes of the young soldier from her hotel room. "Riley!" The man at the desk was shouting at her. She wheeled back around in her chair. "I warn you, girl, do not forget your place here." He then looked beyond her to one of the soldiers near the door. "Malik." She tried to be as compliant as possible with whichever one of the guards it was that stepped up behind her and roughly tied the blindfold over her eyes. She felt a large hand grab her by the arm and she was ushered hastily out of the room. When they reached the outside she could feel the night air and wondered how much time had passed since her abduction. He walked at her side, guiding her forcefully by the arm at first. They had gone some distance down an incline before his hand slipped to her wrist and held her softly as they continued down the path. When she tripped forward over a branch he caught her in his arms, and held her there for a moment. His face was close to hers, she could tell by the warmth of his breath against her cheek. She could feel the powerful rising and falling of his chest. He set her back on her feet and they continued on. It was not a long walk. When the surface under her feet became cold and hard, they stopped. She heard a metal door shut and the blindfold was quickly yanked off her. It was dark and her eyes had not yet adjusted as she saw the form of a man on the opposite side of a barred door walk through a gate, shutting it behind himself. Slowly, she was able to make out certain details. She was in a small cement room. The only features therein appeared to be a narrow cot in one corner adjacent to a small stand on which sat a basin of water and in the other corner, a covered metal pail. She wrinkled her nose. She looked back towards the door. It was barred, and beyond that a wooden fence blocked out any sight of their encampment. She grasped the bars and rattled them once. Shaking her head, she flopped back on the little cot. She was still drowsy from the chloroform and it didn't take long for sleep to come. When she woke it was light out, but still early she surmised, for the pale color of the sky and the damp cool air were characteristic of morning. She spent the day in a frustrated tedium, exploring every inch of the cell, listening to the birds, the wind through trees, and the far off voices of men. Though her view was obstructed by the fence, the diverse variety of natural calls resounding within her hovel made it quite certain that the Rebels had occupied one of the abandoned monasteries outside the city. The hill country surrounding most of the major cities was speckled with communities of this kind, but many had been vacated in the 1950's during the Occupation. The day seemed endless. By the end of the afternoon she resigned herself to the cot. She lay on her back, staring up at the bleak gray ceiling. It wasn't long before her thoughts turned to the green-eyed soldier. Her little dress was bunched up just below her breasts. She ran her fingers idly from her belly button to her rib cage and back. She wondered if he liked her appearance. She hadn't considered until just then how much she took for granted the modern American conveniences that made her body so desirable. Her hand slid down under the lacey elastic of her panties to feel the thin strip of soft hair just above her clitoris, and then further... It was already getting dark by the time someone came for her. She stood up and went to the door when she heard the latch on the gate rattle. A soldier she had never seen before entered and instructed her in very poor English to turn around with her back against the bars. He blindfolded her, unlocked the door and guided her out. They took the same path as last night she thought. The soldier kept a brisk pace. When the blindfold was removed she found herself exactly where she had been before, sitting in the chair like before, only this time the man who had addressed her previously sat at the table with one other man. They were eating dinner. Katie was quite enthused to find a plate had been prepared for her as well. She made her approach tenuously at first, but the men continued with their conversation without acknowledging her efforts, so she relaxed and ate. It was only after the table had been cleared that the two men finally turned their attentions toward the apprehensive little female seated before them. "You will become fairly familiar with this room, Ms. Riley," said the man who had spoken to her before. "This is our negotiations compound. Captives are brought here for identification, appraisal, and initiation into the system, which is what you were doing here last night, as well as certain key time points during the exchange process." He then added wryly, " In this case, we simply enjoy the company of certain detainees more than others..." He chuckled and glanced toward the other man, seeking affirmation, it appeared. Katie restrained any indication of her disgust from affecting her expression. She knew that the soldiers in the Rebel Army were mostly fundamentalists of a religion that forbade pre/extra-marital sex, but in the chaos of terrorist warfare, what rules, if any, still applied? The other man at the table must have sensed this concern. "As an insured affiliate of the Company in international affairs you are a unique asset to our interests. A high priority case, if you will." She was appreciative of his reassuring tone. His name was Geraud, she soon learned, and though he was much older than any of the others, he was on point. The nature of his discourse as well as his mannerisms gave her the impression that he was a shrewd businessman more than a militant extremist. "We are in communication with not only the Company's insurance provider, but also the U.S. government. Needless to say you are to be privileged with an expedited transaction. Your cooperation throughout the preparation stage and during the exchange will ensure a safe and rapid return to your home country." The conversation continued for another half hour, though she didn't say much. Finally, they called for Malik. Katie turned to catch a glimpse of the man who had handled her so provocatively the night before (hoping he had green eyes...), but no such luck. The blindfold was on and she was whisked out of the room. It had cooled off outside, but the day's heat still radiated from the ground. Katie was becoming familiar with the circuit and kept her footing without difficulty as they descended the hill. As his hold on her arm gradually softened, she felt goose bumps emerging over her entire body. She wanted so badly for him to be the soldier from the hotel, but there was no way of knowing. She almost spoke to him, but stopped. She had only been there a day, two maybe, and already she was getting in too deep. She needed to snap out of it. She thought about everything Geraud had said. This is a business transaction, she told herself. Be objective. This is business he kept telling himself, over and over again in his head. His emotions had been getting the best of him from the start. He felt her influence over him even as she lay unconscious in the truck bed, anesthetized for transport back to the encampment. The other men looked away, heeding the ancient discipline. The scripture warned of the exotic nature of temptation. Within such a seductive form flows the blood of an infidel. He had been indoctrinated with the same beliefs, and though they were all guilty of violating certain of the more esoteric codes (physically pleasuring oneself being chief among those), and more than a few of the other guards had boasted of sexual exploits with captives, the spiritual consequences of associating with a foreign demon of this kind were calamitous. He knew this, and yet none of it mattered any more. With his hand on her arm and the lights of the main building fading into the background, he allowed himself to experience the sensations she stirred within him. He felt possessed and released all at once. The pale blue satin of her nightgown, illuminated by moonlight, acted like a beacon. She walked onward, and he followed. They had nearly reached her one-room hold when his internal conflict resolved itself. He would take charge of his own fate, and hers. She felt the cold cement beneath her feet before she heard the sound of the gate behind them. Katie began to recognize that he was guiding her further into the cell than before. Her instincts and apprehension caused her hesitate, but he kept moving, walking right into her from behind. Their bodies were flush against one another. Katie froze. A chill ran down her spine as she felt the substantial bulk of his erection pushing firmly into the small of her back. He backed away from her, and her mind raced with the possibility and likelihood of what would happen next. She was frantically weighing her options for escape, compliance, or dissuasion as the guard, Malik they had called him, grasped a warm hand around the back of her left thigh and lifted her knee up onto the thinly padded cot in the back corner of the room. He stood behind Katie, pressing up against her lightly. There in the small dark cell on the outskirts of their encampment he heard nothing but the sound of her breathing. He placed his left hand high on her chest, and felt her heart bounding within her. His mind, too, was flooded with thoughts of what would happen next. In the few years Malik had been with the Rebels, he had never felt such an infatuation with any of the captives. Back in the city, before it became necessary for the resistance to relocate, they were taken to clubs where female dancers and even a few waitresses could be taken into backrooms and pleasured before an audience of men. Despite the strict religious covenant that bound the Rebel contingency to their cause, masturbatory acts had become, out of both necessity and desperation, the single tolerated form of sexual release outside of the marital and procreative. It was a rite of passage as well as a scandalous source of entertainment for the men that he and the other young soldiers were obliged to take part in, eating out some slattern with ruined prospects until she screamed just as they had witnessed the older, more experienced men do. His faith precluded him from satiating his own desires within the body of a woman, and never before had he resorted to forcing himself on anyone. Something happened to him in the moment Malik set eyes on the beautiful confident American girl. He needed to have her. He wanted to satisfy her. He even began to imagine what she might do to him, what he could make her do... With his right hand, he felt his way down her torso, pausing briefly at the spine of her pelvis before trailing along her panties with his fingers. "Please," she spoke quietly, her voice shaking, "don't..." Malik turned his face to hers as he spoke. His lips grazed her cheek, and his breath was hot against her skin "I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered as his eyes wandered from her face down the length of her body. Though she was still blindfolded, Katie closed her eyes, straining to make the most of her other senses. His voice was low and rough, but his accent was unlike the men at the table, and he had to be young, as young as her, maybe. He smelled of the negotiations compound, the strong musky odor must have been characteristic of all the soldiers, but when she inhaled, with his face so close to hers, their bodies responding to one another, she smelled something desirable, even erotic. He ran his fingers over the fabric, following her body. The thin cotton distended easily where it had been saturated, allowing his middle finger to travel further into her than the rest. "I want to know more about you." He pulled aside her panties with his left hand as he said this, allowing the right to continue his exploration between the folds of her labia. He led primarily with his middle and index fingers, rubbing gently against the base of her clit in slow circles. He began working his way down towards the opening of her vagina until he felt lubricating fluids wet the tips of his fingers. He applied more pressure to the rhythmic circulation of his movements, which seemed to dissolve a great deal of the tension that had gripped her body. When he entered her with his fingers, her mouth fell open slightly, and he burned to induce stronger reactions from within her. He felt the infatuation growing. Malik sensed only vaguely how little control he had over himself. He almost removed the blindfold so he could see her eyes. As she was, still standing on one leg, leaning back against him, his reach into her was limited. He alleviated this inconvenience by hoisting her other leg up onto the cot with his own. He could now thrust his fingers fully inside her while rotating his thumb against her clit. She threw her head back, letting it fall on his shoulder as her face pressed against his, her lips against his cheek. She sank down on her knees, letting her bottom rest on his hard cock which was now pulsing with desire, dampening all the way to the outside of his fatigues with pre-ejaculatory fluid. The intense sensations he stirred within her caused her back to arch uncontrollably. She moaned softly and breathed heavily, grinding against him in ecstasy. Malik barely managed to restrain himself from succumbing to carnal desire. Just the thought of penetrating this tight little American, thrusting his cock into her, and ejaculating inside of her almost sent him over the edge. He was ready to suffer any consequence that might come of unzipping his uniform and letting his cock fall out just far enough to rub the tip against the opening of her vagina or even slide into her if he could make it that far without cumming. He could tell she was reaching her climax as the muscles within her tightened around his wildly pumping fingers, and so he let go of his sinful fantasy turning to kiss her neck, and satisfy ever inch of her body he could influence. His fingers worked furiously, and her body went rigid in orgasm. For the few seconds that her body was suspended in pleasure, Malik knew it would never be enough. He feared what actions he might take in order to quench the ravenous desires building in him. Foreign Affair Ch. 01 She collapsed back against him with her full weight, taken completely by surprise when he lifted her up off her knees and laid her out on the cot before hurriedly departing. Once outside her cell, Malik headed immediately for the trees nearby. He shoved his hand down his pants, pulling out his engorged dick. He worked the shaft vigorously for several seconds before ejaculating violently across the ground with an exasperated sigh. Back in the cell, Katie lay splayed out on the cot, still stunned by what had transpired. She was shocked by her own participation in the encounter. She took inventory of ways she might identify the dexterous soldier. By the time she had taken off her blindfold, the man was beyond the bars with his back to her, closing the gate as he raced off. As she drifted to sleep, she imagined the face of the young soldier with the deep green eyes. Foreign Affair Ch. 02 The next night she was again brought to the negotiations compound for dinner. Geraud and Saul were there as before, and Katie fell to ruminating about the ease with which she accepted routine. In reality, it was the very idea of a routine that made her circumstances tolerable, but the scintillating prospect of another encounter with the overcurious guard provoked a sensible hesitation from her. During the meal, as before, she was left to her own meanderings. In this civilized atmosphere, she could apply reason to evaluate both her situation and actions in a way her disturbingly asylum-like cell did not allow for. She determined that her participation in the incident the night before was due to a conceivable, albeit irrational projection of the hypnotically attractive soldier from the hotel onto the guard with whom she had become personable. The possibility that they were actually the same person was more than unlikely, which was one of many realities she would need to concede. “Ms. Riley,” Geraud finally saw fit to address her. “We have made contact with the appropriate department of your government to facilitate the exchange itself, but Company Insurance has not made itself as available to us as would be expected. I would like to point out that, although it is too soon to predict the nature of this transaction, I would be remiss if I did not make you aware of set backs such as this.” Katie was unsure what the appropriate response would be to such information, so she simply nodded, which, if nothing else, had worked well in the past. She spent the next half hour acquiescing to their highly interrogative small talk. She fielded questions about her former life: the nature of her position at the Company, any and all interested parties in her unharmed return, and the like. And so, despite her former conviction to disregard the allure of anonymous sexual promiscuity, when finally they called for the guard, a sense of relief washed over her… followed by glinting excitation. He directed her down an unfamiliar hallway. She could hear the intermittent approach and recession of laughter, argument, or elemental discussion from each doorway as they walked along. At long last they passed through one of their own, out into the open air, and she could feel that is was night. Malik was reflecting on the information he had overheard at the door of the NC. He was hoping to glean something that might assuage his interest in her. He learned she had no family. Neither did he, but for women that predicament was culturally condemnable. He learned that she was not married nor were there any prospects with a vested interest in her return. The fact that he felt encouraged by this news troubled him. She was two years younger than he, but being American, he could reasonably assume she was sexually experienced. He could hardly fathom living in a society so liberal. He attempted to embrace his own scattered, unpracticed sexual energy with self-righteousness, but was left feeling only jealousy and desire… He turned further inward in attempts to deny his fascination. He considered what he had at stake. His allegiance to the Rebels was a matter of pride. He was not indigenous to this country, but instead brought here when he was still very young. The orphanage, like the rest of the village was established and supported by the Rebels. His green eyes and loopy, cherubesque locks were markedly unlike the eyes and hair any of the villagers, and when the other children began to notice, he did what he had to do to gain acceptance. He looked to the Codes, dutifully attaining all the idealic characteristics of an asenciate being, by their standards. He worked his body and mind, educating himself, strengthening himself physically, denying the nonessential, and at all times being the embodiment of humility. He had the respect of the entire village by the time he left with the Militia. In the company of other soldiers he felt a little more like himself, however, he still had to combat their resentment of his unfamiliar appearance by achieving popularity based on a different set of values. He impressed them with his obedience, his brutality, and his intolerance of weakness, all the while preserving a comradery with the other men. He had set himself up well with these extreme, albeit well-established people, and yet the slight blonde stranger he was accompanying threatened to undo him, to sabotage everything he had done to earn a new life. He pledged of himself not to fall pray to the unholy fascinations that had occupied his thoughts since the night before, but by then the shower stall was already in sight. He felt beads of sweat forming at his temples, and tremors rippling through his body at the thought of the task at hand. When the ground beneath her feet became cold and hard, Katie knew they had arrived somewhere. She knew that the room was small by the sound of their footsteps resounding bluntly against the close-set walls. He was still behind her, holding her by the arm. His grip was firm, unlike before when he had been gentle, even sensual. They had stopped walking, and she heard the squeaky sound of a nozzle being turned. The spray of ice cold water did not quite miss her, and she shivered, goose bumps appearing all over her body. As he removed her nightgown he felt sure his heart would physically leap out of his chest. A shallow ledge ran around the walls of the shower room on which sat well worn bars of soap. It was caked with soapy residue in the areas beneath the shower heads, but near the door it was fairly clean and dry so he laid her dress on the ridge and turned back to remove the other articles. She stood waiting in nothing but her bra and panties obediently, almost innocently. His hands were trembling as he attempted to unlatch the back of her bra. He fumbled terribly and then tried to make up for it by yanking off her panties with a swift pull before stuffing her undergarments in the corner with her dress. The entire episode was awkward. He felt vulgar and clumsy, yet every part of him ached at the sight of her immaculate body. Her fair skin was so creamy and smooth. She was unreal. “Um, um, the, uh…” He fumbled absurdly, then gulped audibly. Taking a deep breath, He began again. “The showers here are fed by natural hot springs. The, uh, water should warm up shortly. You… you have five minutes to shower.” He was uncuffing her as he spoke. “Thank you,” she said. Her voice was calm. Her confidence was arousing him. It was clear she was athletic. Her pale skin stretched firm and tight over her lean muscles. She had sharp facial features, high cheek bones. He remembered her eyes. She has long lashes and profoundly dark, gentle eyes. He tugged at his fatigues, hoping to relieve the constraining affect they had on his erect penis. The fabric of his boxer shorts slid over its swollen tip. The stimulus was slight but it caused his mind to erupt with images of lust. He thought of her thin frame submitting under his imposing masculine form. He imagined pinning her to the floor, lifting her legs up over his shoulders and spreading her thighs apart. He shuddered at the immediate attainability of his desires. Thankfully, the hot springs did not fail him, and warm water from far up the mountain surged through the shower head, bringing him back to reality. “You may remove your own blindfold,” he said, and as she did, he turned and quickly exited, slamming the makeshift door of sheet metal behind him. Dim light from small windows at the tops of all four walls illuminated the steamy enclosure, and Katie took pleasure in the comforting, simple luxury of a shower. Being stripped by the guard, fantasy soldier or not, had Katie reeling from anticipation. She was curiously receptive to how adorable he could be, struggling with the clasps on her bra. It was obvious that her understanding of the Rebels’ dogmatic restrictions was not entirely correct. Although he had undone her the night before with only a few simple manual maneuvers, she was confident that he had little to no experience being satisfied by a woman. Malik stood looking out on the encampment. He watched the lights die, one by one, in the main building and tried desperately to distract himself from thoughts of her naked body in the concealed darkness and warmth of the shower. Five minutes passed like an eternity for Malik. He cracked the door ajar and spoke in an authoritative tone “Five minutes,” he said, but there was no response. “Miss” He tried again, but nothing. Could something have happened to her in just five minutes? Maybe she escaped through the window… She waited until he had bounded well into the room before shutting the door. She felt ashamed, completely naked before this fully clothed man, but she needed to be rational. She knew she had a killer body, and regardless of who turned to face her, she needed to be in control. He turned, and she forgot all of it, staring wide-eyed with disbelief. She could see his whole body this time. He was tall and robust, even under the concealment of his fatigues she could tell he was sinewy and brutish, and his eyes…disarmingly deep green eyes. He wheeled around to see her standing there. Tiny beads of water glistened over her entire body. He felt the heat and humidity closing in on him as their eyes met for the first time since he discovered her in the hotel. They shared expressions of surprise, and recognition. “It was you.” She said, her eyes narrowing. “I… I’m sorry,” he replied, appealing to her. “…I want you.” He shrugged, sounding almost apologetic. They stared at one another in silence. Their breaths came heavy, bodies wound for the strike. And then suddenly, they went for each other. He locked his lips over hers. Her tongue viciously examining his mouth as their bodies came crashing together. He lifted her up and slammed into her against the wall. She sat on the ledge with her legs wrapped around his waist, gripping his shoulders and the back of his neck. He slid one hand up from her bottom to the small of her back, pulling her into him as he began grinding against her instinctively. Her right hand traveled to his belt buckle. She managed to loosen his belt and undo the button on his pants before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. He began focusing on the details, trying to stay in control. He took her hand in his, tilting his head to the side, he leaned in to kiss her neck. His lips traveled to her collarbone. She toyed with his hand, still woven around hers, bringing it to her breast. He grabbed it and squeezed, bringing his mouth over the other, licking then sucking at the hard nipple he found there. He was thoroughly preoccupied, fondling her modest breasts as she eased the zipper of his pants all the way down. When finally he felt her tugging at his pant leg he withdrew from her, but that only caused his pants to fall to his ankles, driven by the weight of his handgun. She tightened the hold her strong legs had around his waist, pulling him back into her. She brought her hand to the bulge growing within his shorts and rubbed her palm up the length of his shaft. He was fairly long, she recognized. A tingling sensation built in Katie when she curled her fingers around its width, discovering how profoundly thick it was. She looked down. The head of his dick was poking out of his shorts, caught between the elastic band of his boxers and his dark muscular abdomen. Moonlight reflected off a milky droplet of pre-cum oozing out of the tip. She gingerly dipped her hand into his shorts and back out, producing his entire cock, freed from its confines. Malik tried to resist her commanding influence, but he couldn’t pull away from the intense pleasure of her hold. He groaned and leaned against her, clinching her like a boxer stunned in a fight. The entire length of his shaft was trapped snuggly against her stomach. Her warm skin felt amazing. Irrepressible urges bubbled up inside of him, and he began pumping against her body. She arched her hips to meet his. His dick trailed all the way down into the folds of her vagina. He was bumping up against her clit, even catching in her opening. He took a deep breath. She was so slippery and warm. She sighed with pleasure, and his body convulsed, his mouth fell open. “O-oh,” He shuddered as he thrust his hips forward, burying his cock within her. He squeezed her body against his with crushing strength, afraid to move, and for a moment everything was still. Then, slowly, gently, he withdrew half his length from within her. And slowly, he pushed it back in, then out again. In and out. He looked up at her in shock. She opened her eyes slowly, as though she had felt him watching her. She glanced back at him and smiled. He looked down and saw his cock sliding back and forth, in and out of her tight wet pussy. She moaned softly, throwing her head back, and he lost control, pumping into her twice more before he began to ejaculate. He tried to pull out but his hips were spasming in ecstasy. He came into her and all over her hips and stomach before collapsing against her. Soon he drooped off of her, slinking to the floor. He sat against the wall in a daze, appearing almost catatonic. His pants lay at his ankles and his boxers were still scrunched part way down his thighs. He watched, glassy-eyed and gaping as she walked back under the spray of the shower and rubbed his cum off her stomach. She put her hands on the ledge and bent over, washing it off of her hot pink pussy and thighs. She stood up straight and shut off the water before retrieving her clothes. Her straw-colored hair fell to her shoulders in voluminous half-damp waves. She threw on her underwear and the nightgown she had been wearing when they abducted her. The delicate satin clung to her wet body. She picked up the handcuffs and blindfold off the floor before sitting down beside him. “Won’t you get in trouble for this?” She asked as she handed them over. He said nothing. He was perfectly still, staring blankly at the floor. She touched his arm and he turned to face her, bearing down on her with a long passionate kiss. He lay on top of her, stroking her cheek, taking in every detail of her face. At long last he replied. “Maybe not this time, but… eventually.” “I’m leaving soon,” she was reasoning with herself as much as with him. “I could be gone tomorrow.” “I know,” he said. “I don’t care.” She smiled sweetly, then did her best to put on a straight face as she took the handcuffs from him and closed the bracelets over her own wrists. She placed the blindfold over her eyes then reached behind her head to tie it in place. “Shall we?” It was a long walk to her cell from the shower stall, made longer by the weight of their circumstances. She was smitten, despite knowing next to nothing about the man. What she did know disturbed her: his affiliation to a political movement founded on deranged religious beliefs, his participation in human trafficking. Besides being young and hot for one another, they had virtually nothing in common, and on top of that he was dangerous. Not a healthy association, she resolved. She was lost in thought, considering her limited options of how best to navigate through however many days she had left here. He closed the gate behind them. His hands went first to her waist before roaming over her entire torso. Her previous resolution melted away as he massaged her breasts. She took a deep breath. His scent filled her with carnal desire as he kissed her neck. He passed his hands over her arms and, taking her hands in his, raised them lightly, up and out, bending her over. The metal cuffs met the bars of her cell door with a dull clink, and when he let go of her hands she grabbed hold of the thick poles, preparing for him to take charge of her. She heard the zipper and the muffled thud of his gun hitting the floor. She was somewhat awestruck by his rapid recovery and advancement. She was trying to remember if this was normal, or if she had any experience with this, or maybe he was some physiological phenomenon, but then his fingers found her clit. She sighed, and everything else ceased to matter. He pulled aside her underwear to reveal the soft, glistening lips of her pussy poking out from between her thighs. He ran the length of his heavy shaft back and forth against the crease. When the head of his cock slid along her folds, they parted to reveal the opening there. His fingers were fast at work, diligently producing waves of pleasure over her whole body. Her moans drove him wild. He thrust his hips powerfully against her bottom, ramming his rigid cock into her slick vagina. She gasped. The chain of her cuffs rattled against the cell door as she wrung her hands in tight fists around the bars. He was astounded by the snug fit of his dick inside her, watching it slowly reemerge as she pumped her hips forward to savor the blissful fervour his fingers induced. He waited until the entire shaft had rematerialized from within her, stretching her skin taut around him. He drove forward with a violent jerk. She started to scream, but he cupped his hand firmly over her mouth, managing to stifle her rapture. Her heaving chest caused her breasts to jiggle delightfully, and he couldn’t resist reaching up to squeeze one savagely. Her whole body was quivering. Though she was already full of him, she bucked against his groin, burying him deeper inside her. His penis was swollen to capacity when finally it made contact with her internal pleasure point and she screamed into his hand. He lingered on his withdrawal, trying to stave off his approaching climax. He ripped his engorged cock back through her twice more before he felt the irrepressible rush of ejaculate flowing into his shaft. Before he could back away, her body seized around him, squeezing fervently as she climaxed. He came into her with short spastic thrusts, torturously prolonging her orgasm with pulsing spurts of hot semen. She wriggled. His fluid sliming the walls of her vaginal canal as finally he pulled out. She closed her legs. His cum oozed out of her, absorbing into her filthy panties and running down the back of her thighs. Malik felt himself growing woozy at the sight of her wiping his juices up from the pit of her knee to her pathetically drenched undies. Katie brought her hand to her face and sensuously licked his discharge off her palm. Malik lost consciousness, falling to the ground with a thud.