8 comments/ 25232 views/ 13 favorites Keeping the Soldier Girl By: ReneePaige Half past three in the afternoon, she had wanted to be back in the comfort of her base by then, she had wanted to be curled up inside her sleeping bag again by then. Instead she was listening to the cries of her fellow soldiers, the Captain screaming orders over the radio before he was cut off mid-sentence as his last order dissolved into a gurgle. Crawling through the wet grass, seeking the cover of a cluster of boulders up ahead and knowing that at least half of her squadron were dead was a far cry from the rousing speech the Captain had given them that very morning. ----------- "Men," he began, he had never recognised the fact that she was not a man, and she had never made a point of it, she was just willing to get involved in the orders, to listen to his authority and to do as her country demanded of her. "Today we're doing something special, today we carry out the work of special operations. Today we will take a major step towards freeing these people from tyranny." He paused, moved his gaze across all of them. "Today we have a simple task, to eradicate the threat of just one man. And while you may think that a pointless mission, while you may desire something bigger, something deeper, something much larger, you would be wrong to think so. The effects of our mission today will be felt across this forsaken country. Our target has been picking off our troops for as long as we've been here. He's deadly, he's accurate and he has a heart of stone. He's merciless and he's been out there in those wilds so long that he's become a part of them. "But I don't want you to feel fear. I tell you this not to discourage you, but to prepare you. Because when we return back to this camp victorious we will not only have taken out a major threat to security, but we will also have secured the lives of all our troops, all of our country's finest fighters who need to cross this barren wasteland to get aid to where it needs to be. "Our intelligence tells us he is holed up in a cave somewhere. But he should make an appearance once we start making some noise. Let's make this a quick and clean job, soldiers. Let us be back here for lunch to toast our victory! For we will return victorious, as saviours of many, and you will be remembered as heroes! Take arms!" She packed her bag carefully, knowing she needed to be travelling lightly, but at the same time, there were certain things she dared not leave behind in her tent. She was always extremely thankful that she had been afforded the privacy of her own tent, had she been forced to share with another of her squad she didn't know how she would have coped. Digging around in the bottom of her sleeping bag her fingers closed around what she was looking for, metallic purple and very, very discreet. She smiled to herself as she pulled it out from its hiding place, remembering the lonely nights it had helped her through. It was nothing compared to reality, but when desperate times came a-calling her 2" bullet vibrator had been keeping her sane out here in the frozen wasteland. Clasping it in her hand she could already imagine the feel of it against her, keeping it turned down low, sliding it down over the outside of her panties. She always liked to drag it out, tease herself, keep herself right there on the edge until she didn't think she could take it anymore. Slowly spinning the dial on the bottom, increasing the speed, making the sensations that much more intense. Gently stroking it up and down, brushing ever so softly, up and down before sneaking lifting the fabric aside and letting the shiny plastic tease against naked flesh, her ears always straining for the sounds of footsteps outside her tent, the last thing she ever wanted was to get caught. Her breath was coming faster, her heart pounding in her chest just as she sat there, remembering, imagining. She tightened her grip around the hard piece of plastic, spinning the base and feeling it vibrate in the palm on her hand as she leant back onto her bedroll, glancing down at her watch before undoing the button on her trousers giving herself the access she needed to slip the toy down between her thighs. Quivering with the excitement she had already built before she felt her fingers pushing at her panties, knowing she didn't have long now, the plastic, warm from where she had been holding it so long, gently coming to rest against her now swollen clit. Her back arching off the floor slightly as she circled the vibrator around her clit, feeling the rising swell of pleasure building deep inside her. Her free hand sliding up under her khaki shirt, coming up to cup her left breast, a finger nail circling her nipple, the functional cotton bra she was wearing offering little resistance. She felt her nipple harden under her practiced touch and she gently pinched it between thumb and forefinger, sending a bolt of pleasure straight through her. Her hand moved to the other breast, repeating the motions, cupping, squeezing and pinching. Biting her bottom lip she fought to suppress a moan as she spun the dial a little more, gasping as the pleasure increased as she writhed beneath her own teasing. She pressed the little piece of vibrating plastic harder against herself, writhing on her bedroll, desperately seeking release, craving the sweet bliss of letting go. As it finally broke her orgasm could only be described as violent. It shook her whole body and left her breathless. She felt it roll like thunder though her whole body making her blood boil and her skin burn. Her toes curled as her back arched off the floor, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to remember to breathe. Her fingers and vibrator were soaked as she pulled them out of her panties while she regained her breath. Smiling contentedly to herself as she sat up and wiped her fingers on a corner of a discarded jumper and did the same with her little toy before burying it at the bottom of her pack, not willing to leave it behind to be discovered by anyone who decided to do any sort of tent inspection or change the bed. A few other personal belongings followed into the bottom of her bag, her "lucky" bra, which she wasn't really sure was lucky at all, but it always made her feel good and it was so very inappropriate for her position that she daren't leave that to be discovered either. Her lipstick and nail polish followed afterwards without too much of a thought and then the essentials – her knife, her spare firearm, trail rations, recently filled water canteen, microfleece jacket and fire starting kit. As she stood up, her head bowed down in the low tent she searched for her belt, quickly doing up her trousers once again, straightening her shirt and tucking it back in before putting her belt through the belt loops and doing it up. She clipped her radio onto the belt and picked up her thick field jacket. The nights here got bitterly cold, and even in the daytime the temperatures were at little above freezing. While the jacket completely swathed her, covering any shape she had what with it being designed for a male figure, it kept her perfectly warm whilst stopping her from getting too hot. It was time to hit the ammunition supplies and assemble with the rest of the squad; it was time to get out into the field. ------- Crouched down low with her back against the rock she tried to appraise her situation, she could hear the rapid sounds of gunfire all around her, coupled with the cries of pain and final groans from members of her squad. She didn't know how it had all gone so wrong, the radio at her hip kept her brutally informed of what was happening. Her back was covered by the rock but the ground out in front of her was open and would leave her totally exposed. The radio at her hip fell silent as a piercing scream cut through the air and she knew then that the rest of her contingent were gone. It had all began six months ago, that fateful day when her call up orders had come through. She had accepted it all willingly; eager to finally get out in the field after the best part of a year in training and homeland exercises. Deployment was what she had been waiting for; this was why she had joined the armed forces in the first place. To get out there and do what was right, to stand up for her country and for her people and for peace and democracy. The mission had been clear and easy, and she could barely believe that it had all gone so horribly wrong. A small squadron of just ten personnel, they had a simple objective; to local and eradicate a single soldier. A lone sniper for his country, with a notorious reputation for deadly accuracy and brutality, it was rumoured that he rarely missed a shot and was only so good because he knew nothing else. They knew he lived out here in the wilds; they had some intelligence from inside the opposition. But they weren't expecting him to know they were coming, they weren't expecting him to pull off what he had; they weren't expecting him to overpower with there being ten of them and just one of him. He could make out the figure in the scope of his rifle, smiling to himself, knowing that they were pinned. The helmet hid their face from him, and their body was covered and concealed under a thick camouflage field jacket. From his vantage point at the top of the hill he could just make out their location, but nothing else. The bulky cut of their clothes hiding from him any clues as to their actual size and even gender. He crouched down into the long grass and slowly began to move towards the figure, keeping it in the scope of his rifle, smiling to himself as they frantically searched the sky line around themselves, looking for a way to get out of this. He bounced a few more shots off the top of the rock above their head, reminding her that he was there. Moving surprisingly silently for such a big man, his six foot two and bulky frame seeming to meld into his surroundings, so used to moving around these lands. He knew exactly where to place his feet, he knew where to avoid, where there were concealed pits and where there were puddles of water. Six months now he had been out here, completely isolated and the cold from the ground was rapidly seeping up through the worn and thin soles of his boots. He wondered to himself what size feet his victim would have, he wouldn't say no to some new gear, maybe even that jacket would fit, it certainly looked useful. She slowly began shuffling around the rock, trying to put it directly between the two of them as the shots got closer and louder. She clutched her own rifle to her chest, knowing she was rapidly running out of ammunition. She needed to make the shots she had left count, if only she could get a decent visual on him. A chip from the rock suddenly splintered away, clattering over the top of her helmet, she knew that if she hadn't been wearing it there was every chance those shards of rock could have cut right through her skin. The next shot landed on the ground just to the side of her, louder, closer. She was running out of time and she still didn't have a plan. All she could do right now was hope that he kept missing until she could get a visual, until she could make her last few rounds count. For just a moment she was curious as to how he was failing to hit her when he had taken out the rest of the squad with so much ease. Then her heart started pounding in her chest as she realised what was happening; he wasn't trying to hit her, he wanted to capture her, or at least kill her up close. Panic flooded through her and she knew she needed to move, she needed to get away. With the rock between them she clutched her rifle to her chest and made a break for it. Crouching low, she sprinted out across the grass in front of her, across the field lay a small copse of trees, if she could make it there maybe she would have some advantage again, maybe she could get into the cover and then get her shot. He watched her run and smirked, lining up his next shot, spraying the ground to the left side of her foot and laughed as she flinched and veered away from it. From this close up he could see that there was no chance her jacket was going to fit him and it was also unlikely that the boots would. He was looking forward to the kill however as he holstered his rifle and pulled a large hunting knife from its sheaf on his belt. As the gunfire stopped she wondered if she was making progress, had she managed to lose him in the grass? The trees were so close, she had to see what was happening; she turned her head, glancing back over her shoulder. Her stomach knotting with fear as she caught sight of him, his six foot frame towering above her, he had to be about two hundred and forty pounds, strongly built. She realised too late that she had become too engrossed in watching him; she felt her right foot slip out from beneath her, her ankle turning as she tumbled into a hole in the soft ground beneath her. Her own momentum driving her forward, her foot trapped, sharp pain shooting up from her ankle as the ground rushed up her meet her face. Barely having enough time to throw her arms out to break her fall, her rifle flying through the air in front of her as her body smacked down into the dirt, the breath rushing from her lungs with a guttural grunt of pain. He laughed at the mistake and seized the opportunity, rapidly closing the few feet that remained between them, adrenaline coursing through his veins as the chase was coming to an end; even if he could make no use of the soldier's gear he would have had an exhilarating day. He pinned the winded soldier to the ground, very aware of their slight form beneath the layers of thick clothing, the hunting knife coming around to her throat, as he reached for the helmet, pulling it forcefully from her head. His knife coming to a half just as it nicked the skin of her exposed throat as her red locks tumbled from inside of her cap. Falling softly about her face, framing her feminine features with a fiery halo that seemed to shine in the low, winter sun; he hadn't expected a woman. "You're a woman?" He grunted, tossing her helmet to one side. "Go figure." She snapped back, using his moment of hesitation the best way she could think of, slamming her elbow back into his side, feeling it crash into his ribs; hoping he would recoil away from her, hoping he would give her the edge once again. He smiled at her inexperience, from his vantage point above her and at her back he had felt her shoulder tensing moments before her elbow came back, and while he let the jab land he was ready, his knife hand coming away from her throat, thumping the butt of it crossways against the back of her head with just enough force. Years of training giving him something he knew she wouldn't have -a boatload of experience. As her body crumpled beneath him, all of the tension draining away from her as her head thudded back down to the cold ground. His move had been a success, but he didn't know how long she would be unconscious for. He moved swiftly, removing her pack from her back before pulling a length of rope from his back pocket, tying her hands together behind her back, and then her ankles, tying her ankles to her wrists so she was hogtied. Checking his knots thoroughly before being satisfied that she wasn't going to get free any time soon. Next a length of thick, heavy fabric which he tied securely over her eyes; she wouldn't be able to escape and she wouldn't be able to see him or his home. Once satisfied she was secured he gathered up her rifle, noting how low she had been on ammunition, dropping it into her pack before swinging the bag up onto his shoulder. Her light frame was little challenge to him as he threw her over his shoulder and marched off through the grass to the cave he called home. He had chosen his home well; it was a deep cave with what was effectively a corridor entrance that went around a corner before opening up into a much wider room. This gave him protection from the harsh, winter winds. In the left corner of the room was a small hollowed out section in the wall which he used as his fireplace. It was ingenious, and he had discovered it entirely by accident; his makeshift fire place led to a further tunnel which opened up much further down the hill than his home was, which meant he could light the fire without worry that the smoke would give away his position. Once inside he placed his new captive on the floor not too far from the fire which he then set about lighting before returning to her. He temporarily untied her ankles from her wrists, releasing the hogtie while he removed her field jacket and boots; she would be mad to try and escape without them. There was no chance she could survive a night out in the open without her warm clothing. Without her bulky clothing he had chance to appraise her form, the last six months out here had been hard on him, and he wasn't going to let a beautiful woman fall into his hands and not enjoy it. Her khaki shirt was simple and well fitted, hugging her feminine curves without being too revealing. The sleeves were short, wide cuffs fitting loosely around her biceps, simple, cotton and button up, the arms decorated with the stripes she had earned during her homeland operations. The patch on her left shoulder identifying the brigade she belonged to and her rank. The small pocket on the left breast of her shirt also caught his eye. After tying her hands and wrists together once again he turned his attention to her pack, surely there would be something in there he could make use of. He tossed the rations and water canteen to one side, much preferring to catch his own food, to eat real meat, not this freeze-dried and packaged nonsense, and the canteen was of little use to him right now. The spare firearm would be worth keeping, provided he could get some ammunition for it, and the knife was still clean and sharp. As he lifted out her fire starting kit something else caught his eye, a flash of metallic silver, almost hidden under delicate, black lace. He took the bra, the vibrator, the lipstick and the nail polish and started crafting the next stage of his plan. His final act before she started to stir was to take rabbit he had caught earlier that morning and set the meat on the fire to cook. As she softly groaned, her eyes starting to flutter open behind the blindfold, he sat silently across the cave from her, watching, waiting, wondering just how she would react to her new situation. As the world slowly came back to her she panicked, her eyes were open but there was nothing but darkness. It took her a few moments to realise she was blindfolded, with the next thing she noticed being how she was tied. She struggled against the bonds, feeling the rope cut into her wrists; feeling the pull in her shoulders and the tightness in her hamstrings. He smiled to himself and then took a loud, deep breath, altering her to his presence; or at least to the presence of someone else in the room with her. She froze and he could imagine her eyes darting around behind the blindfold, her ears straining for some other noise, trying to work out where she was, where he was. It was almost comical, and reminded him of watching a rabbit when it heard him coming, its ears twitching trying to hear where he was coming from. "It's nice to have you back with me Lieutenant." He kept his voice low and soft and entirely devoid of emotion. He wanted to test her first reactions without giving away anything about himself. He wanted to see what opinion of him she would form by herself, without sight and without any other clues. She turned her head, trying to follow the sound of his voice, but remained silent herself. Her brow furrowing with a deep frown, his voice sounding like it was coming from an entirely different direction to his earlier breath, but she hadn't heard footsteps, she hadn't heard him move at all. Keeping the Soldier Girl "I'm sure you have realised by now that you are my prisoner. You will remain here as long as I see fit, and you will no longer have any control over any aspect of your life. Do you understand me?" "Bite me." She snapped back, the thought of willingly giving up her control causing her to see red, her blood pumping with anger. She renewed her struggle against the bonds at her wrists and ankles; only angered further when he started to laugh. "Perhaps later," he chuckled. "But for now how about you tell me what a soldier like you is doing with nail polish and lipstick in her pack?" As he spoke he stood and crossed the room to the fire, tending to the rabbit he had set to cook. Carefully turning the pieces of meat, watching them sizzle slightly. He knew she would be able to hear it, probably even smell it by now; looking back at her he saw her nostrils twitch, confirming his suspicions. The gentle sizzling and the smell drifting subtly on the air only served to remind her just how long it had been since they had marched out of base camp that morning. Her basic breakfast didn't compare to that smell; and while she couldn't quite place it she knew that it would taste so much better than the freeze-dried and rehydrated rations she had been living on in the field for the last six months. His mention of her lipstick and nail polish made her breath catch, while she had guessed he would have been through her pack she hadn't really thought about him discovering her other personal belongings. She swallowed before she answered, determined that she would not let her emotion get the better of her. 'Pull it together.' She scolded herself. 'You did not spend the last six months in the field with a group of men to give into these kinds of games. You are not the weak, pretty girl who first walked into that office and asked about signing up. You've proven yourself, you're tougher than this. Don't give him what he wants.' "How about you untie me before I put a shoulder out trying to get comfortable?" He silently took the few steps to cover the distance between them and crouched down next to her as he pulled his knife from his belt once again; his face coming down to her level, whispering in her ear as he slid the blade under the first knot. "If you try and escape you will pay the price." A quick jerk of the blade tore the first knot apart, giving her the freedom to move her legs and arms, her wrists and ankles still tied together. "I already took your boots and your winter clothes; you don't stand a chance out there tonight without them." "I'm not stupid." She retorted, gently lowering her legs to the ground, really feeling the stretch, enjoying it thoroughly. "I never said you were. Now, I'm going to untie your ankles so you can move around if I decide I want you to. But that doesn't give you permission to try and leave." He stretched across and once again slid his blade under the rope, cleanly slicing through the knots, pleased to see that he hadn't tied her tight enough to leave her with any marks, he didn't want to cause her too much pain; not yet anyway. As the rope fell away from her ankles he pulled a new length from his back pocket, looping it around her left ankle, tying it, once again, securely but not tight enough to mark her pale skin. He wondered for a moment if she would bruise easily, he didn't want that. Taking the free end of the length of rope he secured it to his own belt; it was long enough for him to freely move around the cave and would stop her from escaping if she decided to be stupid enough to try. He wasn't lying when he said she wouldn't stand a chance, already the sky had clouded over, dark and heavy clouds that bore the promise of a freezing thunder storm. She would be soaked through and frozen to the core within minutes. "There, I've done as I said, you can even sit up if you wish. Now talk, and be quick about it." He wasn't in the mood for playing games, he knew the meat wouldn't take much longer to cook and he didn't want to ruin it. He too knew how long it would have been since she had eaten anything as fresh, he wanted to see what she would be willing to do for it. "What was it you wanted to talk about?" She wished he would have removed the blindfold as well, this not knowing a thing about her location felt totally debilitating. She slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position, stretching her legs out in front of her, as she once against began testing the knots at her wrists."Fairies? Unicorns? I can probably make up a story involving both if you want me to?" "Your nail polish, you were going to explain to me what it is doing in your bag. And if I were you I would hurry up before the meat burns. And if you even try to get your hands in front of you, you will pay the price." "My shoulders don't exactly rotate three hundred and sixty degrees so I wouldn't fret about that so much, cupcake" She sassed, tired of the questions and the demands already. Her stomach rumbled as she was once again reminded of dinner. "Your mouth is going to cost you your dinner if you aren't careful, Lieutenant." He interrupted. "Watch what you say or you'll lose more than the half that just cost you. I have no problems with depriving you of the things you need to survive. Believe me soldier, it's much easier for me to just kill you and not have to share my food." He wasn't in the mood for playing games, and she would soon learn that he wouldn't tolerate her back chat. "Now, the nail polish?" She took a deep breath, giving herself the time to try and think of something comical, something totally implausible. Surely she couldn't just go spurting the truth, revealing her secrets to this strange man who see had never seen, her captor. The man who, she didn't doubt, would willingly see her die. But her mind was blank, she could find nothing but the truth to tell him and it infuriated her. She closed her eyes behind her blindfold, her voice low. "My entire squadron are men." She began, "Sometimes it takes something tangible to remind me that I'm not one of them." The truth had never been spoken, she'd never been asked and she had never even really admitted it to herself. Until that very moment she had always been happy trying to be "one of the boys", she cussed and spat and joined in their bawdy conversations and none of them had ever tried to take advantage of her, at least, not since... She shook her head, pushing away the memory, this was hardly the time. She knew that they had believed the lie she carefully crafted around herself, that she was a hardened soldier who had no time for female emotions and ties. But now, as the words left her mouth she could already feel those defences starting to crumble. "Tell me your deepest desire and your darkest fear." His voice too was low and soft, matching hers, watching as her shoulders slumped slightly and she almost visibly lost some of her strength before his very eyes. It was slightly unexpected; he had known she would be unnerved by his going through her pack, but he hadn't expected to find something as deep as she had just confessed. "My darkest fear is by far the easiest of those two to explain." She paused momentarily, again searching for a lie and drawing a blank. It was frustrating, it was embarrassing and it was terrifying at the same time. "Confined spaces, small, inescapable places, especially dark ones." She took a breath, steadying herself as she could already feel panic starting to well up inside of her. "I think being buried alive would be the worst thing to happen to me; put inside a box, locked in and then covered over by six feet of heavy earth." Her heart was pounding in her chest, why was she revealing this to him? Why was she giving him this to use against her? She took another deep but shaky breath in an attempt to calm herself. "And my deepest desire? You have no idea how hard that is to answer." As she began professing her darkest fear his mind wandered to the ammunition case he had stored in the back of the cave. Looking over her he reasoned she would just about fit inside of it, perhaps the next time she stepped over the line he would have to introduce her to it. He slowly stood as she thought about her desire and took the meat from the fire. He turned a few pieces over, checking them before putting them into a dish and returning to sit on the floor just across from her as he ate his share. "I want... I guess I want to be happy." She admitted at last, the smell of the cooked meat much stronger now and as she paused she could hear him chewing. "And not just superficial happy, but that deep contentment that people seem to find; I want to be able to glow like those people I see in the streets back home when they've just got married, or landed that dream job or... I don't know, had a baby. It seems so surreal, but also like nothing in the world could hurt them anymore because they're so perfectly, perfect. " She bent her knees, hugging them up towards her chest and shuffled back towards the fire, feeling the warmth at her back. Opening up her heart left her feeling cold and she craved the warmth at her back, but didn't trust herself to move too much closer without being able to see where it was. She leant forward to rest her head against her knees, letting the reality of her situation really sink in. Just watching her he knew that she was going to break, she would give in to him and she would learn to love it. He slowly chewed the meat, not saying a word; just letting her think about what she had just said for a while he finished eating. When he swallowed his final mouthful he stood and came back to sit on the floor beside her, bringing the plate of bite sized pieces of meat with him. "And you can have a chance to feel all of that if you just do as I say." He said as he sat, reaching out with his free hand to gently cup her chin, lifting it up so that if she could see through the blindfold she would have been looking directly into his eyes. "I'm going to feed you your half ration of meat now, if you try to bite me it will be the last thing you do." His voice was icy cold as he finished speaking, despite feeling for her in her clearly beaten state he wasn't prepared to take any chances. He wouldn't give her an inch. "Do you understand me?" "Yes Sir." She responded, mentally kicking herself the moment the words left her mouth. What had she just said? Why had she said it? Her mouth had opened and words had come out and despite kicking herself now she couldn't deny how natural it had felt at the time. She couldn't deny how he had touched a part of her deep inside that responded to that level of authority. The tone of his voice, the feel of his presence beside her triggered something; perhaps the very something that had driven her to that recruitment office just two days after her last relationship had broken down. A deep and buried need to give someone else the control that she had over her own life, a need that surfaced in the face of such strong authority and led to her making a fool of herself. The response made him smile, especially as he knew how much she would be chastising herself now, but it only confirmed the effect he was having on her. He didn't say anything, not wanting to draw further attention to what had just been said, letting her stew, letting her process it by herself; instead he simply picked up the first chunk of meat bringing it up to her lips, coating her lips with the juices before they slowly parted and she accepted the offering. There was no rush and he gave her time to chew, letting her enjoy her first taste of real food for several months, waiting until she had swallowed before presenting the next bite to her mouth. As he offered up the final taste he contemplated pushing her further, and as she licked the meat juices from her lips he decided to take the chance, he had nothing to lose and potentially a little more to gain. She sat there waiting, no way she could know whether that was all she had or whether there was still more food to be offered to her. "Did you want to lick the juices from my fingers?" The test was obvious to him, but he wasn't sure how she would take it. Would she be willing to do something so personal and so intimate just for one more taste? Would she take the opportunity and try to turn it against him by biting him now that she had received the food she wanted and needed? And failing that he knew the confusion about why he was asking and how best to answer would only further her distress and lead her further down the path he was laying for her. Without the ability to read minds she was torn and confused; the temptation to say yes was there, to get another taste and just a little more food, but at the same time she couldn't let herself degrade herself so, she couldn't let herself give away how low she was falling. Yet, coupled with that was the worry about what would happen if she gave the wrong answer; would saying no anger him? If so what would the consequences be? Chewing on her bottom lip as she thought her face was picture perfect in his eyes, he could imagine the cogs turning in her brain as she struggled to make what should be a simple decision. After letting her suffer for a while he knew it was time to take the choice away from her, he couldn't drive her to madness just yet. "Too late, you missed your chance." He licked the remnants of the meat juices from his own fingers as he stood and returned the dish to the small shelf he had constructed just next to the fire. Then he turned his attention to the jug of water he had placed there earlier that morning, pouring a small amount of it into a bowl before using it to wash his hands clean, drying them on a small length of fabric. As he turned his attention back to her the evening's first roll of thunder sounded above them as the temperature in the cave began to drop and the rain began to pelt down on the roof. She shivered, bringing her knees up closer to her chest and taking the chance of shuffling backwards just a little further, seeking out the warmth of the fire just a little more. Her hands and feet were especially feeling the night's chill and she wished she could just wrap herself inside her sleeping bag and forget everything. Instead, as she still tried to imagine what the world beyond the blindfold looked like all she could think about was how pathetic she must look, and all she could hear playing over and over in her mind were the cries of her comrades as he had picked them off one at a time interspersed with some of his first words to her 'You will remain here as long as I see fit, and you will no longer have any control over any aspect of your life.' She sat and listened to the rain beating down above her, each roll of thunder drawing closer to them, only reaffirming that she wouldn't be able to make any attempt at running tonight. She had no idea where this place was in relation to her base camp and without any of her equipment she would never be able to get her bearings and she would never find her way back. She heard the trickle of water and licked her lips, again reminded of how long it had been since she had marched out of camp that morning and how her water canteen had remained untouched. Watching her he wondered what was going through her mind, wondered what she was thinking, how she was feeling, whether she was coming around to his way of thinking. He hoped so, he could certainly use some company out here, and he was starting to actually believe that this was a fantastic turn of luck, that maybe she would even learn to love the life he was willing to give to her. Picking up her canteen from the floor where he had earlier discarded it he returned to her side, letting his hand gently run down her exposed forearm, aware of the fact that she was wearing short sleeved shirt. While he was willing to make her suffer, make her earn her warmth and protection he didn't want to risk her getting ill. Her skin was cold to the touch, he would have to get her into something warmer before the night got much colder; first though there were more basic things to worry about. Her water canteen was still full, it was clear she hadn't opened it and from his knowledge they had marched out of their base camp at 9:30 that morning. While it was humid and she would be losing less water he didn't want her getting ill. "You're going to need more covers to stay warm tonight." He told her. "You'll find a way to earn it I'm sure." Unscrewing the top of the canteen he brought it up to her lips, "Here, drink," he tipped the bottle so the water wet her lips. "It's your water, from your canteen, nothing more." As her lips parted he gently tipped the bottle a little further, letting the cool liquid trickle into her mouth, giving her time to swallow, not pouring too fast, waiting until she pulled back slightly before stopping. She licked the few remaining drops from her lips and tilted her head in his direction slightly. "Thank you." "Can't have you dehydrating on me, that would ruin everything I have planned for you." He tightly screwed the top back onto the canteen and put it down on the floor next to her. "Stand up." As he gave the order he gracefully rose to his feet and then bent down to reach hold of her elbow, steadying her as she stood, knowing she would be slightly off balance with her hands still tied securely at her back. He kept a hold of her, guiding her through the cave without a word, leading her outside. The wind was the first thing to hit them as they rounded the corner, her skin breaking out into goose bumps. Then came the rain, first just the spray as it hit the ground just outside the cave entrance and then as he guided her outside the full force on the rain came down on the both of them. Within a few seconds she could feel it seeping through her clothes, her shirt sticking to her skin, her trousers rapidly following suit. She was soon shivering and she had no idea what was going on. He came to stand in front of her, she could hear him moving by the sound of the water hitting against him and from the pull of the rope still secured to her ankle. He reached out, snapping the button of her trousers undone and yanking them and her panties down to her ankles. "Squat." She cried out with surprise as he pulled her trousers down, leaving her essentially naked from the waist down to shiver and shake in the cold. She could work out what he was asking of her and she rebelled against the very thought of it. "You have got to be kidding me." She snapped, "There is not a chance I am..." He cut her short, "Look, I bought you out here so you don't piss yourself, or in my home. You're not getting another chance until morning, so make your choice, and get on with it." "Are you planning on making me drink a lot between now and then?" The sound of the slap that followed resounded through the night air, his open palm connecting with her rain soaked cheek. She stumbled backwards recoiling away from him, her face smarting with the blow. Her teeth chattered as her cheek flushed red, her soaking wet shirt clinging to her body now, leaving nothing more to his imagination. "You will not backchat me like that." He snarled, hastily closing the gap between them, clutching the front of her shirt in his fist, his face up close against hers. She was off balance and he capitalised on it, pushing her to her knees before him. "Get on with it, slut." He too was cold and wet and he grew impatient at her defiance. His rage was unexpected, and she bit her tongue against the tears that threatened behind her eyes as he shoved her to the ground. "I'm sorry."She cried, barely managing to keep her voice steady. "Please... I can't do this. Not with an audience." Despite not being able to see him just knowing he was there was enough. He might have wanted complete control over her life but somewhere inside she still felt some shred of dignity, some sense of pride and she couldn't knowingly give that up. Keeping the Soldier Girl "Fine." He answered his voice calming. "I'll turn my back and move behind this rock. If you try to run you will not get far." He took a few steps back from her, letting her feel each one through the rope at her ankle, but he didn't turn away and there was no rock. She would learn that this too would be something she had surrendered to him. Despite her insecurities, and the nagging sensation at the back of her mind that told her that he hadn't left she felt she was running out of options. The only way she was going to get back into the warm and the dry now was to do it. She picked herself up off her knees and squat down, trying to ignore the rain and the thought that he could easily still be watching and she suspected he was. It took a few moments, but she finally overcame her stage fright and as the hot liquid gushed between her legs she found some release. He smiled, assuming she knew, on some level, that he was still watching her, but she had at least submitted. As she finished he waited for her to stand of her own volition before returning to her and tugging her sopping trousers back up over her hips. Scooping her up into his arms he wasted no time in getting back inside, she was soaked through and shivering in his arms, her whole body seeming to shudder and shake, her teeth chattering loudly. He placed her back by the fire, facing towards it this time so he could stand behind her. "You need to get out of your wet clothes." He told her, his voice very matter of fact. "You'll never get warm else." She simply nodded, waiting for the inevitable conditions that would be attached to this. Hoping that he was going simply going to offer her some replacement clothing and let her sleep. "You are going to change out of your wet clothes and you are going to make yourself pretty for me. I'm going to give you that delightful bra I found in your pack, and you're going to make use of that nail polish and lipstick you own and then you are going to come to my bed and offer yourself to me." She opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off sharply, "You will do this, or you will freeze tonight. So the sooner you face the facts and get on with it the sooner you can be getting warm again." She bit her tongue, her cheeks still smarting from his earlier slap; her mind buzzing trying to formulate a plan. She was a soldier, surely she could come up with something better than just sitting here, surely she could find an escape. With the captain and the rest of her team dead there was no way anyone would come looking for her, perhaps in the morning they would send out a party to recover the bodies. Maybe then they would realise that she was not there, but then with everyone else dead it would most likely be assumed that she was too. They might search, but she doubted they would find her here; in the six months she had been out here none of them had ever found this man's hideaway. And she all too painfully knew her worth to the group, she had never stood out, never made herself noticeable, she was just another slice of cannon fodder. And right there, water running off her hair and down her face, her uniform that once meant something soaking wet and stuck to her skin, her knees pulled up towards her chest, she was a far cry from the girl who had bounded into the recruitment office all that time ago. ---- The springtime sun made her hair glow as she tossed it back over her shoulder, it was longer then, falling to the middle of her back in a cascade of gentle waves and curls. Her face was made up pretty, neutral shades highlighting her natural beauty, and she was just five minutes out of the salon having had her nails redone. Her inability to stop chewing them leading her to resort to acrylic, they were harder to chew and she was quickly stopping; plus they were going to get expensive if she kept splitting them with her teeth, and she couldn't deny that they looked pretty in all their French manicured beauty. Her dark denim jeans sat just below her waist, tight and snug across her thighs before flaring out slightly into a flattering boot cut, the long lines giving her a lean and sexy silhouette. She had coupled the jeans with a sleek fitting black shirt, three quarter length sleeves with the top few buttons left undone accentuating the cleavage she had. She knew she wasn't the most impressive girl on the street but that had never caused her any embarrassment, rather she was a firm believer in the saying that anything more than a handful was a waste. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she smiled as she pushed open the door to the recruitment office. There was no doubt that she looked out of place, no one had believed her when she had said that she was going to join up. Everyone always mistook her for a soft touch, someone who could never lift a finger to anyone, and to look at her everyone assumed that she would break into pieces the moment anyone raised their voice to her. The man who approached her as she let the door close behind her towered above her and his sizeable frame absolutely dwarfed her, but she wasn't going to be intimidated. She was planning on starting life over again, she was bored and tired of pretending she was happy with a weekdays only, nine to five desk job. She was sick of her only escape being when she pulled on a pair of sweat pants and running shoes and hear her feet pounding the pavement, when her lungs burnt and her body screamed at her to stop. It was time to do something more challenging. And perhaps more importantly on that very day, it was time to walk out of a dead end relationship where the excitement had burnt away and she had a better time with her vibrator that she did with him. As she had walked out of his apartment that morning she had made up her mind; as she had kissed his cheek in the doorway she had silently said goodbye. As the recruiting officer started to take her details and she found herself growing more and more comfortable in her decision. His strong voice and the way he commanded her attention was comforting without being overbearing and for the first time she truly felt like she was making the right decision. --- "I'm going to untie your hands." His voice dragged her back to the present, back to her pathetic predicament. As he moved closer behind her and she heard him pull a knife her heart began thumping in her chest; to undress he would have to free her hands and untie the rope around her ankle, and to paint her nails she needed to be able to see. He would have to release her completely. Despite knowing what the weather was doing out there, despite already having a sense of how tall and strongly built her captor was she knew she couldn't let the opportunity pass her by. "And you are going to do as I ordered." She nodded, keeping her breath steady, fighting her nerves as she continued to shiver against the cold, blinking away the drips of water that still trickled from her hair onto her face. She felt the knife blade between her wrists and the sharp tug against the rope before it fell away, finally leaving her free to bring her arms in front of her. She stretched them out in front of her and rotated her wrists, carefully working out some of the tension and stiffness. Reaching up towards the blindfold at her eyes she began to wonder what the world before her would look like. There had been very little sensory clues, other than she hadn't been aware of any doors on their way outside, and the floor was cold, hard and uncovered, at least in the places where she had been sitting. Her hand went to the knot at the back of her head and he patiently watched. "If you try anything other than removing that blindfold I will kill you." He told her flatly as she released the knot. "And that includes even just turning to look at me." With her eyes closed she lowered the heavy fabric from her face, letting her eyes open slowly, unsure as to how bright the lights might be, not wanting to blind herself and cause herself extra problems before she had even started. Cautiously she opened her eyes, blinking, letting them slowly adjust to the soft lighting from the fire. Her hands were shaking as she placed the length of material down on the floor beside her. "May I untie the knot on my ankle?" She asked; her voice steady and strong now. Her plan might not be the greatest but it was a plan nonetheless. "I need to in order to get these trousers off." "Yes, but the conditions still stand, and I assure you I am not joking. If you try anything untoward you will pay dearly. Right now your life means very little to me, remember that, it is easier for me to kill you that to worry about getting enough food for two." She slowly untied the knot as she took in what she could see of her surroundings, the fireplace, the shelf with the bowls, plates and jug of water, and not a lot else. It appeared that he had put all of her things besides her water canteen somewhere beyond her peripheral vision. She was waiting, planning and trying to ignore the feeling that she was about to attempt something totally irrational. When she heard him take a step backwards she stood, her hands went to the bottom button of her shirt, as if she were going to start undoing them, attempting to give him the impression that she was complying. "Do you... Have a towel?" She asked, her voice meek and soft, she needed him to believe she was giving in for this to work. Despite still shivering from her earlier expedition into the rain she was going to do it. She felt him turn, heard him take a step away from her and she made her break, sprinting in the direction she had earlier been guided, barely paying a second thought to where she was, not taking in any of the scene. She dared not look back, she wasn't going to make that mistake again. The stone floor was hard against her bootless feet and she knew that the ground outside was going to be cold, wet and slippery but if she could just focus she could manage this. She had to. As she rounded the corner another roll of thunder boomed over her head and she could hear his footsteps behind her. There was no time for hesitation, taking a deep breath she sprinted out into the rain, immediately feeling the bite of the cold, her already soaked clothes giving her no protection. Her feet almost slid from beneath her with every step, her socks giving her no grip, the rain having made the ground muddy. The long grass whipped at her calves as her eyes darted about the horizon, looking for something familiar, anything familiar. Her breath vaporised before her eyes, and she shivered and shuddered. She couldn't hear him behind her but that made no difference, she had to keep running, she couldn't look back and she just had to wait until either he caught her or she couldn't run anymore. She cried out as she stumbled, her toes crushing into the side of an exposed rock. Within five minutes of running she could feel the cuts and bruises forming on her feet and her lungs were burning from the cold air with each breath feeling like a struggle as her teeth chattered. Her skin was covered with goose bumps and the rain beat down on her relentlessly. It had been ten minutes of hard running before her foot finally slid out from underneath her, sending her skidding down the hill where she landed sharply on her backside. The mud smeared down the back of her trousers and her hands as they went to the floor to try and steady herself. Pain jarred up from her wrists as her weight toppled onto it and she finally came to a halt on her side, covered in mud and out of breath. Watching her run was almost amusing, she was without shoes and without any protection from the rain; he followed her, keeping a distance, prepared to let the weather and her own stupidity break her down this time. It hadn't been all that surprising when she had made her break for freedom, and it wouldn't have been much effort to catch her before she had even reached the cave entrance, but he let her go, she would soon need his help, she was running in the opposite direction to her camp and the storm was almost directly on top of them now. The land in this direction grew boggier the further she ran and he knew that if she wasn't careful she could end up sinking into the mud. As she tumbled to the ground he didn't run to catch her, he just waited, hiding, stalking. The ground was saturated under her feet and the slick mud squelched up between her fingers and she tried to stand, again losing her footing and slipping further down the bank. A futile combination of scrabbling, crawling and sliding finally saw her sitting, much as he had first picked her out as his victim, with her back pressed up against a pile of rocks. It was obvious how exhausted she was and battered, the cold would be stripping her of her strength and the fact that her actions had been utterly futile must be preying on her mind. Searching the horizon and straining her ears she couldn't hear him out there, but then she rarely heard him move inside the cave and out here the ground was soft and the noise of the rain hammering down around her would cover him. Everything out here looked both familiar and alien; there were no clues as to whether she was even going in the right direction. With bruised and bloody feet, her wrist still throbbing and mud smeared up the side of her face she stopped trying to run, instead pushing herself back into a crevice between the rocks, trying to get herself some shelter. Curling herself up as small as she could she knew it was over, she couldn't run anymore, all that was left was to wait for him to find her or for the cold to kill her. She was shivering uncontrollably and violently, her fingers and toes seeming numb and not a single part of her remained dry. Her attempts to wipe the mud from her face only smeared more of it over her cheeks, her hands caked and slippery. 'So this is how I die...' She thought as she rested her head on the top of her knees, feeling the rain beating down on the back of her neck. 'Why did I even try? Why didn't he catch me? Why did he let me down?' She was tired, tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of being cold, with her head atop her knees, her body curled up small to preserve what little heat she had left she felt the comforting pull of sleep and embraced it. Her breathing slowed as she felt her heart rate dropping but it didn't matter anymore. Whether it was the crack of lightening and the accompanying roll of thunder that jerked her back to reality, or the fact that she wasn't ready to die just yet she couldn't be sure, but something powerful snapped her head back up off her knees and drove her to her feet. Her movements were slow and jerky, every move a conscious effort as her body rebelled, willing her to sleep. Her shivers were growing ever more violent as she stumbled back out into the open. "Surely you're not going to let me die out here!" She called out into the blackness, her voice thick and slightly slurred. "You wouldn't leave me... Please, please don't leave me." Tripping and falling to her hands and knees once again she broke into tears. "Please... I don't want to die out here... I'm sorry. Please... I want to come home now. Please let me come home. Please. Please." He watched as she curled up against the rocks, paying attention to the rise and fall of her chest, the violent shivering, if that stopped he knew it would be serious. As her body seemed to go limp he took a step in her direction, was she stronger than he had given her credit? Was she willing to die rather than give in to him? Her moving again was enough to convince him that he wasn't wrong and as she fell to her knees in a sobbing heap he knew it was over. Her words bringing a smile to his lips 'please let me come home.' There was no way he could resist her, not knowing she was utterly broken and helpless without him. Striding across the grass towards her, his sturdy but slightly worn out boots giving him adequate grip on the mud he was thankful that she hadn't made it any further towards the bog. Circling around he finally came up behind her, and as he drew closer he could hear her sobbing quietly. Her breath was ragged but she was still pleading. She didn't even move as he crouched down behind her and pulled the blindfold he had picked up on the way out from his pocket, just barely holding herself up, whispering "please, please, please" over and over. Gently he reached out to her, wrapping the fabric around her eyes as he leant in to whisper in her ear. "Shush now... It's time to go home." She almost seemed to welcome the blindfold around her eyes, her sobs starting to subside, no more pleading as she collapsed back against him, a shivering, wet and weak bundle. There was no more need for words as he picked her up off the ground, cradling her close to his body, feeling her pressing herself against his warmth as he set off through the night. Her shivers vibrated right up through his arms, her breath was still shallow and as far as he could tell her pulse was growing weak. Once back inside he carefully placed her back in front of the fire and hastily tossed a few more logs of wood onto it before kneeling down before her. "You really need to get out of those wet clothes now." He told her. "You need to get warm." She nodded and her shaking and numb fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. It felt like a monumental effort, and what should have been an easy task was proving to be almost impossible. It felt like a lifetime had passed before she had even undone the top three buttons of her shirt, allowing her pull it up and over her head. "Good girl." He encouraged, she could pay the price for her escape attempt later, for now she needed to get warm and to do as she had been told originally. It was basic science, get her out of her wet clothes, get her dry and get her under the covers with another warm body. Without any more advanced medical aid available it was the fastest way to get her core temperature back up, and the fact that it got him what he wanted was a bonus. Trusting her to be doing as he was asking he turned his attention to the fire for a few minutes, setting a pot of water above it to warm, he also picked up the towel he was planning on letting her have earlier. With his back to the fire he took off his own jacket and hung it up to dry, trusting her not be stupid enough to make another escape attempt while half naked and already displaying signs of hypothermia. His boots followed and when he looked back she was fighting with the button of her trousers, chewing on her bottom lip, her face a picture of concentration as her frozen fingers refused to do as they were told. Smiling as she cursed under her breath as her fingers slipped off the button once again, she bit harder on her lip and finally the button worked its way free and she slowly and shakily stood to push them down her legs. As she stood before him in just her bra and panties he ran his eyes over her, appraising her form, appreciating her delicate beauty. Even through the shivers, the mud and the tear marks, with her hair plastered to her face she was still stunning in his eyes. "Here." He whispered, taking a step towards her and offering out the towel. He could have waited until she was fully undressed before making the offer, but he knew she would feel more comfortable stripping out of her underwear behind the towel and he was willing to wait a few more minutes before being able to fully appreciate her naked form. The white cotton was already almost see through from the rain and leaving very little to his imagination, it wouldn't hurt to try and make her a little more comfortable. "Thank you." She smiled, and for the first time since she had woken up on the floor she looked entirely sincere and grateful. She set about towel drying her hair before wrapping the length of fabric about her body, only once she was enrobed in the towel did she shimmy her panties down off her hips. Keeping the Soldier Girl He reasoned the water above the fire was about at the right temperature and removed the pot, pouring some of it into a small bowl and finding another, smaller, scrap of cloth. Watching as she slid her bra straps down her arms, struggling to remove it with the towel about her. Somehow she managed it, just barely offering him a flash as the towel momentarily started to slip before she caught it again. "Much better." He told her. "How are you feeling?" "Cold." "Once you're dry you can get warm in my bed. For now, sit back down next to the fire there, I'm going to wash the mud from your face. You've also cut your feet in a few places and the wounds need cleaning so you don't get any infection." He bought the bowl of water over to her as she sat back down, clutching the towel closer about her, shuffling as close as she dared to the fire that was now roaring in the grate. She heard the sound of water and as the warm cloth first touched against her face she reflexively recoiled before forcing herself to relax. The water was warm and his touch was soft but deliberate, taking long strokes down her cheeks. Once her face was clear he stood. "I'm going to get some fresh water for your feet," he explained as he set the bowl of muddy water down on his makeshift table and searched the shelf next to the fire for another one. Pouring a second bowlful of warm water he watched her, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, her shivers becoming less pronounced, less violent. Already her cheeks were starting to regain some colour. She reached up and combed her fingers through her hair, it looked to him almost like a reflexive action, but it was sweet, as though she were trying to make herself look more presentable for him. He returned to her side, careful not to spill the bowlful of water over her, too much sudden exposure to the warmth could do her skin more damage than good. Her socks had done little to protect the soft skin of her feet and as he wiped away some of the mud that had seeped through the fabric he could see her biting her lip wincing with pain as he carefully cleaned various cuts and grazes. By the time he had finished she had almost stopped shivering, but her skin was still cold to his touch despite her proximity to the fire. As he washed away the mud and the grime she could feel him washing away the remains of her defences. Such a simple act was triggering such sensations deep inside of her and she began to let herself relax, to let herself revel in this feeling of care, of being wanted and looked after. This man, while indeed her captor, was slowly proving himself to be her saviour and in her still slightly delirious state she prayed he would never leave her. He left the bowl of water and the wash cloth on the floor as he stood, gently pulling on her elbow to suggest that she should join him. "I wanted you to paint your nails and dress up for me." He began, taking her hands in his. "But you have scuppered my plans somewhat. Tonight I will let your attire slide, but you will come to my bed and you will offer yourself to me, and you will thank me for it. Be under no illusions here, pet, this is the one and only time you will ruin my plans, from now on if I want your nails painted and your face done up you will do it, or you will pay the price." She tilted her head as if looking up at him behind the blindfold and smiled softly. "Yes Sir." His hands were warm around hers, his palms much rougher and drier, a sign of his working and living in the wilds. His steps were slow and deliberate letting her follow, guiding her, watching her, almost expecting her to try and make another break for freedom. Yet she didn't, she followed, her fingers tightening around his hand until he stopped next to the bed, piled high with soft furs and blankets. He pulled back the top covers and pushed her forwards until her knees pressed against the side and he let go of her hands, gently pulling the towel from around her as she climbed into the inviting softness, covering her over with the covers as he stood and watched her nestling into the softness while he set about removing his own clothes. She sank into the soft pile of blankets and furs, feeling them offering up their protection and warmth, smiling as he pulled the covers over he. She wrapped her hands in the folds of material, pulling it up high around her neck, rolling onto her side, her knees slightly bent, her eyes closed behind the blindfold. Folding his own clothes neatly over a chair beside the bed he lifted a corner of the covers and slid in behind her, his hand coming to rest on her arm, gently rubbing and squeezing, feeling her skin warm under his touch as he came in close behind her. His arm dropping down over her, holding her against him as his palm came up to cup and fondle her left breast. As she offered him no resistance he continued, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft sigh from her. Despite knowing he was her captor, despite knowing he could kill her, despite everything she had been through there was no desire in her to fight him. While she couldn't deny that he was her captor, he had also saved her from the storm and his body against hers was so warm and comforting and as his hands roamed over her naked body he ignited a passion deep inside her that she has feared was lost forever. She didn't know his face, or even his name but she already felt as though she knew his touch, it was familiar and comforting and she couldn't stop herself from responding to it even if she hadn't wanted to. "Onto your back for me, pet." He whispered as he tongue gently flicked at her ear lobe, drawing it into his mouth to nibble and suck for a few moments before releasing her so she could turn. As she rolled onto her back his breath caught in his throat, one arm stretched up above her head, the other hand resting just above her navel she took his breath as his eyes were able to travel the full length of her body, pushing the covers back from her. "Good girl." He whispered as his hand came to rest just above her knee while his head lowered towards her lips, his fingers caressing and squeezing her thigh while his lips brushed against hers in a passionate yet tender kiss. Spurred on as she began to respond to him, her lips pressing back against his, her lips parting at the gentle probing of his tongue. Slowly his hand began sliding upwards as she offered him no resistance, breaking the kiss his mouth moved across her jaw, planting soft kisses here and there, shifting down to the side of her neck. He could feel her pulse beating beneath his tongue as he kissed, licked and playfully nibbled on the soft, white skin. His free hand coming to cup her right breast this time, feeling the weight of it in his palm while his thumb started slowly circling her nipple, noticing the way she responded, her breath catching in her throat as her nipple began hardening under his touch. Her skin was on fire, the warmth of his body so close to her seeping through her pores, filling her very soul with a comfort she had never felt before. His touch, gentle but persistent awoke desires in her she had considered long forgotten. As his mouth went to her neck her skin broke out in delightful goose bumps, her own hand lifting from the pillow above her to trace the side of his face, exploring his cheek bones and jaw, trying to build an image of him. Her fingers combing through his hair, still damp from his excursion in the rain to bring her back; she mapped out his face under her fingers. She gasped as his mouth slid from her neck, his tongue tracing down over her collar bone leaving a trail of wetness behind him, down between her breasts before pulling away, leaving her aching for more. As his warm mouth encircled her swollen nipple she couldn't restrain the soft whimper of pleasure. The fact that she didn't know who he was, or that he had captured her and knocked her unconscious was nothing but a minor detail as she felt his teeth graze against her. Deprived of her vision she was free to imagine him as anyone, and behind the thick fabric she felt as though she could be anyone she wanted as well. What had originally been a curse, preventing her escape, preventing her from making any move towards freedom was feeling more and more like a comfort, like a part of who she was. As if, behind the heavy material she wasn't the First Lieutenant he had picked out and captured, rather she was without an identity, she hadn't built one for herself yet, this was the first step to finding out who she really was, and it was exquisite. Her back arched upwards, pressing her breasts against his face, encouraging him as his touch set her skin alight. His hand on her thigh moving impossibly slowly upwards, barely brushing her skin until it was mere millimetres away from its destination and she whimpered with frustration, with need. "Please." She breathed, so soft he wasn't even sure she had said anything until she repeated it. "Please, please take me." He chuckled softly as his fingers brushed softly against the outer lips of her pussy, already feeling the heat emanating from her. "Be patient little one." He delighted in the way she had given in to him, the way she had handed him the control, the way her body was responding to his every touch. Her need for him was apparent and he basked in it. Her soft form beneath him seemed almost divine as his finger slipped inside her warm, wet folds; pleased to find her so ready and willing for him. Slowly, gently and teasingly he explored her, watching her respond to his touch, smiling when he took her breath away. She was an open book beneath his fingers and he was taking the time to read every page. As his index finger circled her clit she bit down on her bottom lip, holding back the moan of pleasure that bubbled up from deep inside of her. She could feel him moving around her, carefully easing her thighs apart as he came between them, his fingers still teasing and stroking. With his finger flicking over her clit she didn't realise what he was doing until she felt his breath tickling against her, then his tongue, long leisurely strokes up her slit as his hand fell away. His tongue circling around her swollen, sensitive clit without touching on it; driving her wild until he could hear her begging under her breath again. "Please, please, please..." His tongue took one last sensuous lick along her entire length, slowing as he approached her clit, drawing out the suspense, his hands on her hips, holding her still, feeling her trying to squirm beneath him, seeking out what she so desperately wanted. As his tongue drew closer and closer her breath came faster and faster, her struggles more obvious, her face flushed with excitement, her lips parted, her head tipped back. When the tip of his tongue reached its target she almost screamed, his tongue gently flicking over her, back and forth, soft but fast. He drove her wild, bringing her to the brink with his tongue before easing off, returning his attention to her entrance, easing first one finger and then two inside of her. Slowly working his way inside of her, feeling her spasm and clench around him. Moving his fingers inside of her while returning his mouth to her clit, sucking softly on it, experimentally grazing his teeth against the erect nub drawing further moans and whimpers from her lips. As a third finger slipped inside her she pressed her hips up to meet him, relishing the feeling of being so full. His fingers longer and thicker than her own, and a far cry from her pocket sized vibrator. Easing into her slowly before taking on a faster and faster rhythm, his fingers persistently fucking her while his tongue refused to ease up of her clit. Her world descending into waves of pleasure, animalistic moans of delight as the pressure built and built inside her. "Fuck me..." She gasps as his fingers thrust harder and faster. "Please.... Oh god, please!" Ignoring her pleas he continued his assault, feeling her writhe beneath him, knowing she wouldn't hold out for much longer, her pussy so wet, so tight, spasming around his fingers, clenching them, holding them, and drawing him in. Her back arching off the bed, her head tipping backwards as she cried out with much needed release, feeling the waves of pleasure course through her, threatening to overcome her as he doesn't slow, drawing it out for her. As her orgasm peaked her fists tangled themselves into the blankets, gripping on for dear life as the waves crashed over her, hearing herself moan and scream, unable to stop, not wanting to. As she started to come down he eased off his attentions, bringing his mouth away from hers, his fingers slowing as he slid up over her body, letting her feel his weight, his fingers finally sliding from her as his mouth reached hers. His lips crashing into hers, her lips parting, inviting his tongue, tasting herself on him, biting passionately on his bottom lip, expressing her need for him in that very kiss, desperation evident in her every move. Her hands once again entangled in his hair, holding him against her. Feeling his weight against her, pinning her down to the bed, his hardness between her legs, her hips gently rocking against him she struggled to vocalise her want. "Please." She moaned into his kiss. "Please, just fuck me." This time there was no need to tell her to have patience, no need to make her wait. Without breaking their kiss he felt himself easing into her waiting, expectant pussy. Already stretched and excited by his mouth and fingers she willing took him in, groaning softly as she felt him filling her, a deep satisfaction she hadn't felt since before she had entered the recruitment office all that time ago. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he wasted no time in building a rhythm deep inside of her, thrusting hard and fast. His own need as apparent and consuming as her own as he took what she had so willingly offered him. Her own hips moving to meet his, driving him deeper, her fingers digging into his back, clinging onto him for support as he pounded into her drawing deep guttural moans from the both of them. Her pussy so tight around him driving him to near distraction as she pushed against him, taking every inch; their movements growing more and more erratic as her fingernails clawed at his back, his own hands on the bed at either side of her head, bracing himself. Her legs rising off the bed, wrapping around him, her heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him into her, spurring him on and on. All pretence of tenderness gone, neither of them being able to deny the raw heat rising between them. His heart pounding, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to keep her breath, her pert breasts bouncing with every thrust. His hand dropped down, his thumb landing on her clit, circling, rubbing, teasing, her whole body arching off the bed to take more of him; her cries echoing off the cave walls as her body clenches and tenses. So close. Driving her over the edge into another violent and shaking orgasm, her toes curling, screaming with delight as the hot waves pour through her. Feeling her flood around his cock he barely managed to maintain his own control, fighting his own need, slamming into her, forcing her to continue, her skin slick with the sheen of sweat, struggling to even breathe as her nails sank into his skin. She screamed, begged and pleaded him to never stop, to take her, to use her, to fill her with his cum, a far cry from the feisty lieutenant who had earlier called him cupcake and barely resisted the temptation not to bite his fingers off. He couldn't hold it back, her clenching pussy milking his aching cock, drawing a primal moan of passion as the hot liquid bubbled up inside of him. His thrusts became shorter, deeper, faster as he took what he needed, strings of cum coating her insides as he collapsed down on top of her in a breathless heap. Her legs fell away from him as her fingers relaxed their grip on his back, her body falling limp and exhausted underneath him as she fought to regain her breath and control her racing pulse. As he slid out of her and rolled onto his back beside her he turned his head to look at her; a satisfied smile playing at the corner of her lips. Neither of them said a word as they lay there, him watching her, her lost in the darkness behind her blindfold, both reliving the moment as their bodies recovered. "I think I'm going to enjoy having you with me, pet." He said at last, turning on his side to look at her properly. "Yes Sir." She whispered, already sinking into the softness of the bed beneath her, as her heart rate slowed, sated, comforted and fulfilled. Truly content. "Sleep, you deserve it." He told her, easing the covers back over their bodies. She simply smiled, the embrace of sleep already holding her, pulling her under. He watched her, waiting until her breathing evened out and she turned in her sleep, curling up on her side facing him. Once sure she was fully asleep he reached out to her and untied the knot at the back of her head, letting the blindfold fall from her eyes, trusting her, perhaps stupidly, not to try and run should she wake before he did. Feeling her breath on his face as he too gave into the sweet embrace of sleep, falling into dreams of what he could do next.