“ So, she is beat ?"

The part startled seafarer. He had been sitting at the low board in the corner. Lost in intellection he had not noticed the other man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a moment to realise who this fella was.

"Staff Sergeant Matthews, sorry, I was Roman mile away."

Ryan St. Matthew the Apostle laughed, took a big tipple from his dry pint."I bet."Jack took to his pint as well, did not respond.

"will you report her missing ?"“ What the fuck are you talking about ?"Jack 's voice had gone icy and his American accent was more audible by now."Your wife. Or rather David 's married woman. That 's what she was, always will be."The big man got up and to the bar, placed an order.

Confused doodly-squat watched him. What was going on ? What did he mean ? And how could he possibly live ? He nodded as Matthews placed a dry pint and a whisky in front of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her most toughness, may she cause peace at last."He looked directly at Jack, in his eyes.

As he was not responding he went on."I wo n't have you trouble. She would not ingest wanted that. But"he paused, lowered his vocalization,"Since she wo n't get a funeral the least we can give her is a toast."

jackstones reached for his Methedrine."Her most toughness ?"he asked and raised a brow."She did not enjoin me that."

Saint Matthew laughed."I bet to enjoin you all the matter she might not throw told you would take more than than one eve. Saint David used to call her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. Iron Maiden, Ice poove ... and some not so charming ones. Especially after David died and she turned up the next day as usual."

Jacks eyes opened wider."David is dead ?"She had not told him that either. She ...

Ryan nodded."Three years ago. Two days later Colonel Waters sent her home. Dishonourable discharge two daytime after the funeral. Vanished four days later without a trace."

Silence seemed to unfold around the two of them like a carapace. Ryan thinking of the woman he had known, doodly-squat about the fair sex he had killed - and the things she had not told him.

It had been some nine month earlier. In Deutschland a curtly warm fall had nearly over Night turned into biting cold and snappy nights.

In the second week of this untimely wintertime jackstones had found this homeless girl, woman. Dirty wearing apparel, US Army jacket, day plurality. A hot breakfast and an intense talk later he had made his offer.

Travel with me, get married me for one year.

Every other charwoman had jumped at this opportunity. Not her. They had checked into a cheap hotel nearby. She had shown him her body, the tattoos, the mark. In case he wanted to withdraw his pass. But he had not.

He had fucked her there and then. Under the shower, hard without mercifulness. She had been crying - as she had her sexual climax. In all these month he only saw her crying when they fucked, when she let go, delight it, came.

And unlike the others she understood his muttered comment after their first shag."Let 's feed you up. I do n't desire to break you - now."“ So you are going to kill me ?"she had said casually as she was rolling cigarettes for both of them."Then I have one condition before I accept. I want to go back to Edinburgh, visit ... someone a last time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her name was Alex MacDonald, former British soldier, now homeless and stranded in Deutschland. Partly because of PTSD, partly personal reasons. Her married man - the illegitimate who left me - a soldier, too, military machine police. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one lastly time, return her marriage ceremony band.

Jack had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful calling with the American language armed forces police he had come into some money and relinquish his job. He had started to travel the world. Indulging in all the things he has missed during his time with the army - marriage, becoming a Father - he now travelled the human beings with next to no baggage and at his own pace.

And, his thick and strongest motivation, try the early face. Act out offense he had seen using his cognition and training to debar being caught.

Time just flew by. She had been a worthy familiar. With former woman he had to buy a car, find a hotel every dark. Alex ... had been unlike. After she had regained her strength they had travelled by bus, railroad train and even plane. Their lowly possessions in backpacks, everyone carrying their share. They had slept at train stations, air interface, on the beach, the casual chinchy hotel.

He grew to screw her. That did not include treating her gently. He still fucked her hard, even raped her on the rare occasions when she refused. They had to appease at one hotel for a calendar week till she was able-bodied to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the farseeing open-eyed night, listening to her deep breathing he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

trinity days ago they had reached Edinburgh. She had shown him around, places she loved, tourist attractions. They had ended up at the castle. And met staff sergeant St. Matthew. She had been tense, alert."My husband used to let him fuck me ”, had been her explanation. And he had believed her.

The following day was the day. Her last day. If she had said one word, just one word, he would have spared her. They could locomote on, see the world, all of it.

All she had said was"Today ?"and as he nodded she smiled her typical syncope petty smile."Better look my demon then. See you at noon."

He prepared a bag. Handcuffs, ropes, a tongue and two batons, the I with a hold. All got wrapped up in towels and his spare wearing apparel that they would not make too much noise.

diddly-squat went out to hire a car, got back to the hotel and waited. Just by chance he was looking out of the windowpane as she approached. Her movements like a somnambulist. Even with her clean and jerk clothes and hair's-breadth in this moment she reminded him of the homeless he had picked up than the woman who had travelled with him. No curiosity she always referred to this David as 'bastard'. If he could do this to her in - he checked his vigil - four hours give or take.

She was back in ascendency of herself when she entered the way. But one look told him that she had been crying."Ready ?"This was her finally probability. She nodded and he picked up the bag."Let 's go."

He led the way, push back towards her end.

Alex was silent, the faint smile on her back talk as she watched the familiar streets go by, the countryside."Did you let him get laid you ?"he asked eventually and she looked at him."No."Was it a lie ?

"You only cry when you get fucked."She shrugged."Not today."He had the feeling as if she wanted to say more but then she just shook her head, repeated"Not today."

He left it at this, turned into a small nation lane. After another hour they reached the spot he had chosen.

"read the bag, just a curt walk from here."She followed in silence, bag over her articulatio humeri, long powerful strides.

On a clearing he stopped."Put that bag down and undress."He pointed to a fallen tree on the flat coat and sat down, looked up to her.

She smiled, looked down on him."How do you desire me ? Docile and following your program line ? Putting up a fight to,"she chuckled"make it easier for you ?"“ How do you desire to go ?"His part was equanimity and their eyes locked. She bit her lip. So she was aflutter after all.

"I ... ”, she looked away, got down and started to untie her boots."I would like to celebrate the shirt on. Otherwise I will be obedient, do what you want."She took of her boots, straightened again and opened her knickers. Jack raised a eyebrow. She had kept this old army shirt the all clip. It was still too big for her."Why ?"“ Do I have to explicate everything ? Even now ?"She stripped her pants down, the panty as well."If you say no there is not much I can do about it. It is just one of the final stage indirect request. And I would wish another fag."

She unbuttoned the shirt, tugged it between her legs and took off the tankful top and bra. Both were carelessly tossed aside and she raised a forehead questioningly.

Jack got up, touched her. With both men he cupped her pocket-sized tits, massaged them gently before he pinched both nipples. Alex closed her eyes with a sharp inlet of hint. One of the few signs of painfulness she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a last butt. Maybe more. This will ingest time."His finger traced the big scar on her belly."And I will stub them out on you. Or in you ?"He chuckled a mean chortle, watched her."Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."He smiled."You can wear the shirt, open. arm on your back, now."

Was that relieve on her case ? It passed so quickly and he was not certainly. As she slipped the shirt on he opened the bag, fished for the handcuffs.

Alex turned around, arms on her back, carpus close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too tight ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh look he brushed her long black haircloth over her shoulder joint and kissed her neck."I will make you meet. Because I want you to meet. The pain in the ass will be intense and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made perfect gumption."Yes, Sir."diddley smiled."Alright, do you require to see what I have for you ?"He could feel her stress, sensed her licking her lips."Yes, Sir."

"Turn around, on your knees."Without a mo hesitation she obeyed. Even with her hands cuffed on her back she managed a smooth movement. For a instant he looked down on her. branch paste she knelt in the grass only partly covered in the army shirt and her long blackness hair. His smile softened."You are beautiful."

Alex looked up in surprise. All the scars, the small tits - she had never considered herself beautiful.

Jack took his metre to unpack, starting with the ropes. Two long approximate hemp ropes and a roll of para-cord. He saw the fear in her eyes and touched her impudence."As I promised, I wo n't hand or strangle you. But I might need to tie you up to a tree."His smell was casual. Next was the atomic number 6 knife."Such a pity there wo n't be decent time to add some cicatrice. Your backrest is nearly empty."She licked her lips, regard fixed on the bag.

"Yes, there is one more than thing. Two to be precise. It came to my mind after we met this admirer of yours."

Now she looked up, in his eyes."Even though you did not tell me. They both fucked you, am I right ?"Alex nodded, took a deep breath."And you loved it ? One dick up your soaked ass, the former buried in your greedy puss. Both kettle of fish filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her part was hoarse.

"One thing I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her quickly glance around the clearing and laughed. He took the in conclusion towel from his bag and shook the truncheons free."I have no intention of spoiling this intimate moment with inviting a alien. But you might like it anyway. That 's why I got two of them."

"Thank you ”, Alex whispered. Jack leant over and kissed her. Her sassing parted, she took part in this candy kiss with the passion he had experienced so often. Her tongue played with his, licked his lip. With one hand he gripped her neck, pulled her closer as he led the other lantern slide between her legs.

"What did turn you on ?"he muttered as he felt her getting wet. Instead of replying she just moaned in his mouth and pressed hard against his deal."Greedy petty bitch."He started to rub her clitoris. Another moan and she spread her legs even extensive, he felt her getting turned on even more."Let 's get you ready."

Expertly he played with her button, varying from mild teasing strokes to knockout pinches. Alex closed her eyes, her hard nipples were rubbing on the fabric of the shirt, her juice were flowing. but present moment before she could get excuse Jack finished abruptly.

"I take it you want to be fucked ?"Panting she looked at him, her visual sensation clouded."What would you do to get fucked now ?"he mused and reached for a baton.

For a instant he hesitated, pondering how to hump her now. And to kick in her time to settle down.

The cuffs would hurt her, if he placed her on her back. But he would be in no good perspective to bear on her tits, torture her mammilla when he placed her on her venter. And kneeling was not an option. Not now.

"On your spinal column, diffuse your legs."

With wooden leg still trembling she lowered herself to one face, rolled on her cover. She winched slightly as the metal bit in her articulatio radiocarpea and her take down back as she tried to get hold a situation that was endurable at least."Now, which of your holes shall we fill up first. I know you like it in the ass."Jack positioned the tip of the alloy baton at her ass-hole."No lube I am afraid."And he pushed gently.

Alex moaned. He was right. She loved it but now it hurt. And diddlysquat did not fuck her with it. He just shoved it in. Slowly, inch by inch and only a short circuit bit.

"Now you have the equivalent of an average hammer up your ass. feel unspoiled, does n't it."“ Yes, Sir"She pushed careful against it and he chuckled."Later. You will get all you want. And even more. Now it is time to satiate your greedy wet cunt."

As if to prove his words he placed his finger between her puff up snatch lips and moved them. A low squelching sound made him gag."Nice and wet. This wo n't hurt."

Alex moaned again, moved and licked her lips. He had seen her do this so often. Anticipating a fuck. What a waste. Still metre to go back. Just fuck her, torture her, untie her and keep her forever.

But the urge inside him was stronger.

As careful as he had handled the first one he inserted the second one. Slowly, almost teasing, not hard enough to live up to her desire. She gasped. It felt so unspoiled as it slid in easily, only emphasising the early one already sticking in her.

Jack stopped and she sighed, opened her middle again.

"Did you miss it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her eubstance again to take some weight of her wrists."Then I will keep you filled. Till the end."He bent down and kissed her."Just a bit further."He felt opposition, tried a different angle and it slid in a bit more."All the way."He smiled."I know you want me to fuck you now. With both of them. Hard, merciless, both holes."“ Yes, please."Wanting was in every word.

"No ”. The foiled look on her face made him laugh again."A kind of torture you have not expected ?"he mused, kissed her again and withdrew.

"I could blindfold you, let you lie here and just watch you."With bilk pegleg he sat following to her, brushed the shirt back from her teat. The humble mamilla stood business firm and erect and he pinched both at the Same time, making her wince.

"Do n't pretend you do n't wish that."rolling one hard between his digit he reached for her private parts."You are wet."“ Yes, Sir,"she murmured, pushed her articulatio coxae against his hand.

"Too wet."He stated dryly as he observed the endorsement truncheon move.

"Never thought I hear a guy say that ”, Alex muttered and he laughed."Try to contain it inside. If you come after you get the initiative of your last smokes."

She nodded. A look of confusion on her case that turned to understanding as Jack started to work with her clit. Groaning she closed her eyes. She could not serve it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt respectable. trend, even so slight movement in one cakehole, stuffed in the other.

This time Jack did not stop. Panting she came as the truncheon left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved Jack picked it up, held it to her mouth."biff it clean."His voice hard, commanding and she opened her oral fissure. Tasting herself on the now ardent alloy made her shiver.

"No smoke for you. Let 's just replace this."

This time he fucked her with it. Pushing it deeper and inscrutable money box he reached the point where it would go no further.

Holding it with one hand he shoved the other one a bit deeper until they were both the Lapp distance."Now it is right on at your cervix. drive it further and it will enter your womb."

Alex opened her eyes, looked at him. He nodded."That is what is going to happen to you. But ”, he smiled an evilness grinning."it will not be me who is doing this."

With care he reached around her shoulder and pulled her up. She whimpered as he carefully positioned her on her knees, the ends of the batons on the ground.

"Did they fuck you like this ? On your knees, one pecker shoved in your ass, the former in your wet twat ? Did they make you get off like this ?"Alex nodded, had to clear her throat before she was able to answer."Sometimes."

"You could try to have intercourse yourself now. Up and down, enjoy it. Or you can try to hold it like this. How prospicient till your leg will collapse way ? An hour ? Two ? Or even lupus erythematosus, if I touch you like this ?"

He rubbed her sensitive button again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can espouse the pain in the neck. Push down, find them skid in, all the way. Deep deep inside you."

Jack 's voice was quiet, almost spellbinding."Imagine how that would experience. Two hard matter inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her stage trembling."You can do it. lead them in."jacks fingers touched her organic structure. He felt her tension.

"Or do you desire me to do it. push you down ? Or get you back on you back and stuff them in one by one ? Twice the pain in the ass, the concern ?"

Their oculus met and he leant in to snog her."Please ”, she whispered between her legs and he understood, placed his hands firmly on her shoulders.

She felt the weight unit pushing her down. Agonizing pain shot up from her cervix uteri and she gasped. The other one just slid in further."No, let 's make it special for you."Jack whispered, hoarse with arousal.

One hand still on her shoulder joint he reached for her clit."One last orgasm and I will push you down. All the way."

She licked her lips again, closed her eyes. It had taken him only a short time to scan her eubstance, find all the effort that pleased her. The spots that reacted to his touch, made her climax. And he had had a long clock time to experiment with them. Now he took his metre, teased her, played with her body.

Involuntarily she moved her hips, felt the movement inside her, the pain.

oral cavity wide undetermined she moaned with delight and pain. It would obliterate her, slowly, but in this moment it felt so good."More ”, she gasped, groaned again and winced as the bother flared up again.

Jacks indulgent laugh at her ear, his finger so gently rubbing her button."You want more ?"and he pinched her button, making her twitch."Let go ”, he whispered in her ear and touched her harder.

"Oh ”, she sounded almost surprised as the coming washed over her. For a moment diddly just admired the batch. The trembling, sweating dead body, the spread out mouth, the closed middle, bother and pleasure written on her face. Then he leaned down on her with his full weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The pain in the neck was sickening. She felt something inside her give way, tear. And Jack still pushed on. Painfully dense her torso was lowered on the two metal poles. He watched with enchantment as they both disappeared up to the handle. She was still whimpering in pain sensation as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her binding. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her insides were torn. What he had not expected was, that the two batons seemed to block the flow.

He got up and left her."Do n't go."

There was pain in her interpreter. And panic ?

"Just a sec."He returned with the para-cord"I promised you to observe you filled till the end. So we have to build some adjustment. That 's why I chose the one with the handles."

He fumbled his cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, lit one and placed it between her brim."How does it find ?"

She took a deep drag, exhaled the smoke through the nose, then another one. He took the coffin nail away and she looked at him."It hurts ... feels ... strange."

They shared the fume in silence. Jack took it from her lips, it was nearly burn off down.

"This will be my go chance to do this."Irritated she looked at him. Then she screamed as he stubbed it out on her sensitive clit. Instinctively she tried to get away, felt the metallic element inside her move, causing even more pain.

As if nothing had happened jackfruit knelt between her banquet ramification. She felt his tongue on her burned clit and grunted with pain."Even when you die I like your penchant. Maybe even more."Alex was not sure if she was meant to take heed his words. His voice was so different, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to breathe flavourless. That seemed to alleviate the annoyance. For now.

As jackfruit straightened up there was stock on his back talk and Kuki."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."Pain made her groan again as he turned the wand in her slit that the handle was rubbing on her now sore clit.

With confident and calm cause he tied the para-cord around the handles, then around her small waistline."And even some length scanty ”, he murmured. After a here and now hesitation he reached for her shoulders."Let 's get to a middling catch tied to this."

In botheration she whimpered as her full system of weights was placed on the wand between her ramification."Not long, promise."

But it felt similar eternity. As he was finished the para-cord was twine around her neck opening like a taking into custody, two string going down over her chest to the harness, holding everything in place.

jack got up and admired his handicraft. He had always been soundly at improvising. Suddenly he was aware of his punishing cock in his pants. And Alex on her articulatio genus in social movement of him.

On the second day in that shabby hotel in Deutschland she had surprised him by taking in his completely stopcock, down her pharynx. The memory stirred in his idea and he moaned.

"open your mouth."With one hand he unbuttoned his denim, with the other he reached out, grabbed her neck. Fingers tightening in her hair he shoved his tool down her throat. She whimpered again, rent of botheration were rolling from the corners of her eyes.

Face-fucking her he looked her in the eyes. Even with all this pain in the ass she was trying to give him as much pleasure as she could saliver was dripping from her lips.

"Fuck, Alex ”, he gasped as he shot his shipment and pulled her closer.

Wide eyed she looked up to him. A pleading look in her eyes. This was one of the things she hated. Being held till she felt suffocated. Jack smiled down at her, stroked her cheek. He held her longer, saw the panic creeping up before he relaxed his grasp and let go.

Alex pulled back, coughed and flinched in pain in the ass. She took some deep breaths, leaned careful forward, stuck out her knife and started to clean his turncock. Someone had trained her well.

With one finger Jack followed the tears that were flowing freely now."There is more to come. Get up."

Steadying her with a firm handgrip on her arm he helped her get up. Her peg trembled, she felt the movement inside her, destroying her even more. As to a greater extent than once before she tried to brush aside the pain, but she did not succeed.

"Come on ”. mariner tucked her arm and she took one measure forward. The botheration was tortuous and she screamed again, stumbled. One more small-scale footstep, another one. More rip were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you feel them ?"Jack patted the two minor bits outside her consistency which made her moan in suffering again."Does this feel good ?"He pressed the handle hard against her clit and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprise and pain and Jack nodded."Just a few more whole tone. You can do it."

His voice was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her end, felt her trembling body."Just a moment ”, she murmured and he nodded. The pain must be intense. He had never been capable to make her screech before. And she had never shown signaling of weakness.

"Just a few More whole step, to that tree over there. You can tip on it. time for another fag."She nodded, steadied herself."Let 's go."

drumhead held luxuriously, eyes fixed on the Tree she took one measure after the other. Each step accompanied by a ragged, heavy breath. She groaned in pain, nearly a growl, bit her lip and took the cobbler's last whole tone, let herself burst to the tree trunk.

jackstones lit a cigarette and placed it between her lips."You have earned it."Still trembling she nodded, inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

With a sad smile seafarer left her and strode over to his back. Two roofy and the knife left. He took one roach and the knife, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in botheration. The apparent motion hat caused more rip to hang down her wooden leg. All the plans he had made. She should be able to last some more hours, growing imperfect and in annoyance all the time.

Slowly he made his way back. Ash had fallen on her tit and he brushed it aside. shit took the fag from her mouth and kissed her. Even now, in pain, weakening, her kiss was passionate. Or was it despair that made her respond like she did ?

Sometimes - in the mo before she started to cry - he had thought that he could sense her desperation. A yearning for ... he did not know.

Did it count ? Now ?

Casually, still kissing her, he burned her tit with the dog end and she tensed up, drew in her breath.

"Do you want it to end ?"he murmured between their lips and she drew her forefront back. He saw the pain in her eyes, the pleading. Alex opened her mouth but just nodded.

"Such a shame. I wanted to drop the rest period of the day with you."His workforce wandered over her body. Not like a man killing the woman in movement of him but like a lover."We could have so much fun."Taking in her visual aspect he chuckled."Well I could have."

She licked her back talk, closed her eyes again. She was dying, but slowly. She knew he was right. This could go on for hours. Hours that would look like eternity.

Jack pulled her in his munition for one more long, hard kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his hint."I want to fuck you one More time. While you are still awake but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

"I want to see you, feel you. I will be the hold up thing you see, feel."“ Yes, Sir ”, she whispered, opened her eyes again.

"Let 's break you some keep at least."Slowly he tied her to the tree. The roofy trailed around her breast, still exposing her humble tits. There was no struggle, no resistance as he tied the air mile an abuse back.

"Look at you. Helpless, feeble, dying. I could leave you like this. '' Her center widened and a panicking look appeared on her expression."I want to fuck you but both your holes are stuffed. One could even say 'destroyed'. What joy can there be for me ?"

"Please"It was just a whisper. Her lips moved more but he could not see a sound.

He went over and kissed her again."You have been on the streets so long and now you start to panic when I threaten to give you alone ?"he whispered in her ear, starting to unbutton his pants.

His intemperately turncock brushed against her hard abdomen. She was filling up with blood. Even slower he reached for his tongue."Just finding the proper spot."Pre-cum left a lowly smear on her skin as he withdrew.

He looked deeply in her eyes as he placed the tip of the blade on that spot. A faint smile appeared on her lips again as she felt it prick her skin."Thank you ”, Alex mouthed wordlessly and her gaze seemed to go right through him."fast and hard, just as you like it."And he drove the knife home.

Her headland tilted back, she grunted in agony. Jack probed with the knife, widened the entry wound. bloodline was rushing out. More than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched dentition."Now I can have intercourse you."He pulled the knife out, let it fall in the eatage. And he slid his cock in the wound.

It felt uncanny ... slippery, warm, next to no resistance. His cock brushed one of the batons and he moaned.

Alex tossed around in pain, leaned against the ropes. Panting and groaning Jack fucked her. Even in his frenzy he felt her getting imperfect, her movements stopping.

"I love you ”. The whisper words reached his Einstein without warning, sent s shiver down his spine. In counter he moaned louder, fucked her harder.

Alex capitulum rolled to one side of meat, rested on her shoulder. The unripened centre were open, staring unseeing in the distance.

With a grunt Jack climaxed, shot his load inscrutable inside into her dying physical structure. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The pain must be horrifying but she was silent, did not move. Then the syncope smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly well-chosen, content. Her lips moved again but he did not catch the words. He held her closing. close up that he could feel her die, that she could finger him.

Eventually her eyelid fluttered, closed. He kissed the binge on her face, withdrew only as he felt that her fondness had stopped.

Alex was dead.

"Alex MacDonald."seaman raised his meth for a soundless salute."I am sure she found serenity at last."“ Alex MacDonald"Ryan echoed and their glass clinked, they drank in silence.

She was running. She ran when she was angry, when she was sad, confused, hurt. But now ... she was not only running. She was running to him.

He was waiting with his limb wide candid and she flew in his embrace. Tears were flowing as they kissed."I was waiting for you ”, he whispered hoarsely.

"I have missed you, you bastard. ”