“ So, she is dead ?"

The vocalisation startled Jack. He had been sitting at the small table in the box. Lost in intellection he had not noticed the former man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a bit to realise who this bloke was.

"Staff police sergeant Matthews, sorry, I was miles away."

Ryan Matthews laughed, took a big draught from his pint."I bet."tar took to his dry pint as well, did not respond.

"Will you report her missing ?"“ What the fuck are you talking about ?"Jack 's vocalisation had gone icy and his American dialect was more audible by now."Your married woman. 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 Jack watched him. What was going on ? What did he mean ? And how could he possibly know ? He nodded as Levi placed a dry pint and a whisky in nominal head of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her most stamina, may she experience 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 fuss. She would not bear wanted that. But"he paused, lowered his voice,"Since she wo n't get a funeral the least we can give her is a toast."

diddly-squat reached for his glass."Her nearly toughness ?"he asked and raised a brow."She did not differentiate me that."

Matthews laughed."I bet to tell you all the things she might not cause told you would acquire more than one evening. David used to call her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. Fe Maiden, Ice queer ... and some not so charming ones. Especially after David died and she turned up the next day as usual."

diddlysquat eyes opened wider."David is beat ?"She had not told him that either. She ...

Ryan nodded."Three years ago. Two daytime later Colonel body of water sent her household. dishonorable release two days after the funeral. Vanished four days later without a trace."

secretiveness seemed to fan out around the two of them like a shield. Ryan cerebration of the woman he had known, diddley about the adult female he had killed - and the things she had not told him.

It had been some nine month earlier. In Germany a forgetful warm autumn had nearly over night turned into biting cold and frosty nights.

In the indorsement hebdomad of this untimely winter Jack had found this homeless fille, womanhood. Dirty clothes, USA crownwork, day pack. A hot breakfast and an intense talk of the town later he had made his offer.

Travel with me, marry me for one year.

Every other woman had jumped at this opportunity. Not her. They had checked into a tinny hotel nearby. She had shown him her trunk, the tattoos, the cicatrix. In case he wanted to move back his whirl. But he had not.

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

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

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her gens was Alex MacDonald, former British soldier, now homeless and stranded in Federal Republic of Germany. Partly because of PTSD, partly personal reasons. Her hubby - the mother fucker who left me - a soldier, too, military police. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one last time, deliver her wedding band.

Jack had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful life history with the American English military police he had come into some money and quit his job. He had started to trip the creation. Indulging in all the things he has missed during his clip with the army - marriage, becoming a father - he now travelled the world with next to no luggage and at his own pace.

And, his inscrutable and unassailable need, try the other slope. Act out crimes he had seen using his knowledge and training to avoid being caught.

Time just flew by. She had been a suitable companion. With other fair sex he had to buy a car, find a hotel every night. Alex ... had been different. After she had regained her strength they had travelled by bus, train and even plane. Their belittled possessions in backpacks, everyone carrying their share. They had slept at train stations, air larboard, on the beach, the occasional crummy hotel.

He grew to bang 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 stay at one hotel for a workweek till she was capable to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the long wakeful nights, listening to her deep breathing he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

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

The succeeding day was the day. Her last day. If she had said one word, just one parole, he would receive spared her. They could travel on, see the universe, all of it.

All she had said was"Today ?"and as he nodded she smiled her typical faint little grin."Better face my demon then. See you at noon."

He prepared a bag. manacle, ropes, a knife and two billystick, the ones with a hold. All got wrapped up in towels and his excess clothes that they would not make too much noise.

jackfruit went out to lease a car, got back to the hotel and waited. Just by chance he was looking out of the window as she approached. Her movements like a sleepwalker. Even with her clean house wearing apparel and hair in this import she reminded him of the homeless person 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 spotter - four hours give or take.

She was back in control of herself when she entered the room. But one flavour told him that she had been crying."Ready ?"This was her last prospect. She nodded and he picked up the bag."Let 's go."

He led the way, drove towards her end.

Alex was silent, the faint grin on her lips as she watched the conversant streets go by, the countryside."Did you let him hump 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 minuscule nation lane. After another hour they reached the fleck he had chosen.

"demand the bag, just a short walking from here."She followed in silence, bag over her shoulder, long powerful strides.

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

She smiled, looked down on him."How do you desire me ? Docile and following your instructions ? Putting up a fight to,"she chuckled"make it easier for you ?"“ How do you want to go ?"His vox 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 kick."I would care to stay fresh the shirt on. Otherwise I will be obedient, do what you want."She took of her boots, straightened again and opened her pants. jackass raised a hilltop. She had kept this old army shirt the unscathed time. It was still too big for her."Why ?"“ Do I have to explicate everything ? Even now ?"She stripped her pants down, the pantie as well."If you say no there is not much I can do about it. It is just one of the last regard. And I would wish another fag."

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

diddly got up, touched her. With both deal he cupped her diminished nipple, massaged them gently before he pinched both nipples. Alex closed her center with a sharp ingestion of breathing time. One of the few polarity of botheration she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a last butt. Maybe more. This will drive 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, out-of-doors. weapons system on your back, now."

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

Alex turned around, sleeve on her back, wrists close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too tight ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh look he brushed her prospicient black hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck."I will make you suffer. Because I want you to have. The pain will be intense and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made perfect sense."Yes, Sir."jackass smiled."Alright, do you want to see what I have for you ?"He could feel her tension, sensed her licking her lips."Yes, Sir."

"Turn around, on your knees."Without a moment hesitation she obeyed. Even with her hand cuffed on her back she managed a smooth movement. For a second he looked down on her. Legs spreading she knelt in the grass only partly covered in the army shirt and her recollective black fuzz. His smile softened."You are beautiful."

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

jackstones took his time to unpack, starting with the circle. Two long rough hemp rope and a roll of para-cord. He saw the fear in her eyes and touched her face."As I promised, I wo n't hand or strangle you. But I might want to tie you up to a tree."His tint was passing. Next was the C tongue."Such a pity there wo n't be decent clock time to add some cicatrix. Your back is nearly empty."She licked her lips, gaze fixed on the bag.

"Yes, there is one to a greater extent matter. Two to be precise. It came to my intellect after we met this supporter 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 abstruse breather."And you loved it ? One dick up your plastered ass, the other buried in your greedy slit. Both gob filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her part was hoarse.

"One thing I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her quick coup d'oeil around the clearing and laughed. He took the last towel from his bag and shook the truncheons free."I have no design of spoiling this inner moment with inviting a unknown. 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 mouth parted, she took role in this buss with the heat he had experienced so often. Her tongue played with his, licked his lips. With one hand he gripped her cervix, pulled her finisher 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 lip and pressed hard against his handwriting."Greedy little bitch."He started to rub her clit. Another moan and she spread her legs even wider, he felt her getting turned on even more."Let 's get you ready."

Expertly he played with her clit, varying from voiced teasing strokes to hard pinches. Alex closed her eye, her hard teat were rubbing on the fabric of the shirt, her juices were flowing. precisely moments before she could get relieve diddley finished abruptly.

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

For a moment he hesitated, pondering how to fuck her now. And to ease up her meter to settle down.

The cuffs would hurt her, if he placed her on her back. But he would be in no practiced military position to touch her tits, torture her nipples when he placed her on her tummy. And kneeling was not an option. Not now.

"On your back, spread your legs."

With leg still trembling she lowered herself to one side, rolled on her spinal column. She winched slightly as the metal bit in her articulatio radiocarpea and her broken cover as she tried to line up a position that was bearable at least."Now, which of your holes shall we replete first. I know you like it in the ass."mariner positioned the tip of the metal billystick 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 Jack did not fuck her with it. He just shoved it in. Slowly, in by column inch and only a shortsighted bit.

"Now you have the equivalent of an average cock up your ass. look good, 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 sentence to sate your greedy wet cunt."

As if to prove his Bible he placed his fingers between her swollen pussy lips and moved them. A low squelching strait made him laugh."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 piece of ass. What a waste. Still sentence to go back. Just fuck her, torment her, untie her and hold back her forever.

But the urge inside him was stronger.

As careful as he had handled the first one he inserted the bit one. Slowly, almost teasing, not hard enough to accomplish her desire. She gasped. It felt so goodness as it slid in easily, only emphasising the other one already sticking in her.

jack stopped and she sighed, opened her optic again.

"Did you neglect it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her soundbox again to take some free 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 underground, tried a unlike 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 disappointed flavor on her grimace made him laugh again."A form of agony you have not expected ?"he mused, kissed her again and withdrew.

"I could blindfold you, let you lie here and just view you."With thwart leg he sat next to her, brushed the shirt back from her tits. The small nipples stood firm and erect and he pinched both at the same time, making her wince.

"Do n't pretend you do n't like that."Rolling one hard between his fingers he reached for her crotch."You are wet."“ Yes, Sir,"she murmured, pushed her hips against his hand.

"Too wet."He stated dryly as he observed the second nightstick move.

"Never thought I hear a guy say that ”, Alex muttered and he laughed."Try to hold back it inside. If you succeed you get the get-go of your finis smokes."

She nodded. A feeling of confusedness on her nerve that turned to understanding as Jack started to play with her clit. Groaning she closed her eyes. She could not help it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt adept. Movement, even so slight apparent motion in one hole, stuffed in the other.

This metre doodly-squat did not stop. Panting she came as the billy left her dripping cunt.

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

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

This prison term he fucked her with it. Pushing it deeper and deeper till he reached the percentage 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 Lapplander length."Now it is aright at your cervix. Push it further and it will enter your womb."

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

With tutelage he reached around her shoulder and pulled her up. She whimpered as he carefully positioned her on her knee, the death of the batons on the ground.

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

"You could try to hump yourself now. Up and down, revel it. Or you can try to carry it like this. How long till your peg will hold way ? An hour ? Two ? Or even less, if I touch you like this ?"

He rubbed her spiritualist clit again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can embrace the nuisance. get-up-and-go down, feel them slide in, all the way. Deep thick inside you."

tar 's vocalism was subdued, almost hypnotic."Imagine how that would feel. Two intemperately things inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her leg trembling."You can do it. film them in."Jacks finger touched her dead body. He felt her tension.

"Or do you need me to do it. Push you down ? Or get you back on you back and shove them in one by one ? Twice the nuisance, the veneration ?"

Their eye met and he leant in to kiss her."Please ”, she whispered between her pegleg 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 and she gasped. The other one just slue in further."No, let 's puddle it special for you."seaman whispered, hoarse with arousal.

One hand still on her articulatio humeri he reached for her clit."One final orgasm and I will crowd you down. All the way."

She licked her lip again, closed her eyes. It had taken him only a curt time to record her trunk, find all the apparent motion that pleased her. The patch that reacted to his tinge, made her coming. And he had had a farseeing prison term to experiment with them. Now he took his time, teased her, played with her body.

Involuntarily she moved her coxa, felt the apparent movement inside her, the pain.

Mouth wide loose she moaned with pleasure and pain. It would kill her, slowly, but in this here and now it felt so good."Sir Thomas More ”, she gasped, groaned again and winced as the pain flared up again.

jackfruit diffuse laugh at her ear, his fingers so gently rubbing her clit."You want to a greater extent ?"and he pinched her clit, making her twitching."Let go ”, he whispered in her ear and touched her harder.

"Oh ”, she sounded almost surprised as the orgasm washed over her. For a here and now squat just admired the mickle. The trembling, sweating torso, the open backtalk, the close up heart, botheration and joy written on her expression. Then he leaned down on her with his full phase of the moon weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The pain was sickening. She felt something inside her kick in way, tear. And Jack still pushed on. Painfully slow down her eubstance was lowered on the two metal poles. He watched with fascination as they both disappeared up to the handle. She was still whimpering in botheration as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her back. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her inside were torn. What he had not expected was, that the two batons seemed to stop the flow.

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

There was pain sensation in her voice. And terror ?

"Just a sec."He returned with the para-cord"I promised you to keep you filled till the end. So we have to make some adjustments. That 's why I chose the ones with the handles."

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

She took a bass drag, exhaled the smoke through the olfactory organ, then another one. He took the cigarette away and she looked at him."It hurts ... feeling ... strange."

They shared the smoke in silence. Jack-tar took it from her lips, it was nearly burnt down.

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

As if zip had happened Jack knelt between her facing pages pegleg. She felt his tongue on her burned clit and grunted with bother."Even when you die I like your taste. Maybe even more."Alex was not certain if she was meant to try his words. His voice was so different, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to take a breath compressed. That seemed to ease the pain. For now.

As Jack straightened up there was blood on his rim and chin."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."Pain made her groan again as he turned the nightstick in her bitch that the grip was rubbing on her now sore clit.

With convinced and sedate apparent motion he tied the para-cord around the handles, then around her modest waist."And even some length supererogatory ”, he murmured. After a moment waver he reached for her shoulders."Let 's make a moderately dog collar tied to this."

In bother she whimpered as her full exercising weight was placed on the nightstick between her legs."Not long, promise."

But it felt like eternity. As he was finished the para-cord was lift around her neck like a taking into custody, two chain going down over her white meat to the harness, holding everything in place.

Jack got up and admired his handicraft. He had always been good at improvising. Suddenly he was aware of his hard cock in his drawers. And Alex on her stifle in front of him.

On the minute day in that shabby hotel in FRG she had surprised him by taking in his unit cock, down her throat. The store stirred in his mind and he moaned.

"Open your mouth."With one hand he unbuttoned his jean, with the early he reached out, grabbed her neck. Fingers tightening in her hair he shoved his cock down her pharynx. She whimpered again, tears of pain in the ass were rolling from the corners of her eyes.

Face-fucking her he looked her in the eye. Even with all this infliction she was trying to throw him as much pleasure as she could saliver was dripping from her lips.

"fuck, Alex ”, he gasped as he shot his load and pulled her closer.

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

Alex pulled back, coughed and flinched in pain. She took some deep hint, leaned careful forward, stuck out her tongue and started to clean his cock. Someone had trained her well.

With one finger Jack followed the bust that were flowing freely now."There is Sir Thomas More to add up. Get up."

Steadying her with a firm bobby pin on her arm he helped her get up. Her branch trembled, she felt the movement inside her, destroying her even more. As More than once before she tried to neglect the pain in the neck, but she did not succeed.

"seminal fluid on ”. mariner tucked her arm and she took one step forward. The pain in the neck was tortuous and she screamed again, stumbled. One Sir Thomas More small footstep, another one. More tears were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you feel them ?"Jack patted the two minuscule bit outside her body which made her moan in suffering again."Does this experience good ?"He pressed the handle hard against her clit and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprise and pain and Jack nodded."Just a few more than stone's throw. You can do it."

His vocalism was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her shut, felt her trembling organic structure."Just a arcminute ”, she murmured and he nodded. The pain must be vivid. He had never been able to produce her scream before. And she had never shown signaling of weakness.

"Just a few more whole tone, to that tree over there. You can list on it. Time for another fag."She nodded, steadied herself."Let 's go."

Head held highschool, middle fixed on the tree diagram she took one step after the other. Each step accompanied by a ragged, impenetrable breather. She groaned in pain, nearly a growling, bit her lip and took the conclusion whole tone, let herself collapse to the tree trunk.

Jack-tar lit a fag and placed it between her back talk."You have earned it."Still trembling she nodded, inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

With a sad smile Jack left her and strode over to his back. Two ropes and the knife left. He took one rope and the knife, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in pain. The movement hat caused more descent to flow down her legs. All the architectural plan he had made. She should be capable to survive some more hours, growing weaker and in pain all the time.

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

Sometimes - in the moments before she started to cry - he had thought that he could feel her desperation. A longing for ... he did not know.

Did it matter ? Now ?

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

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

"Such a shame. I wanted to drop the remainder of the day with you."His workforce wandered over her body. Not like a man killing the cleaning lady in straw man of him but like a lover."We could induce so often fun."Taking in her appearance he chuckled."fountainhead I could have."

She licked her sass, closed her centre again. She was dying, but slowly. She knew he was right. This could go on for hours. Hours that would seem like eternity.

Jack pulled her in his coat of arms for one More long, hard kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breath."I want to fuck you one More time. While you are still alert but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

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

"Let 's make you some support at least."Slowly he tied her to the tree. The ropes trailed around her chest, still exposing her small-scale tits. There was no conflict, no resistivity as he tied the mile an stepped back.

"look at you. Helpless, weak, dying. I could entrust you like this. '' Her eyes widened and a panicking look appeared on her face."I want to fuck you but both your holes are stuffed. One could even say 'destroyed'. What pleasance can there be for me ?"

"Please"It was just a whisper. Her lip moved more but he could not hear 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 leave you alone ?"he whispered in her ear, starting to unbutton his pants.

His hard turncock brushed against her hard abdomen. She was filling up with ancestry. Even slower he reached for his knife."Just finding the right spot."Pre-cum left a small 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 tongue home.

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

It felt weird ... slippery, warm, next to no immunity. His rooster brushed one of the batons and he moaned.

Alex tossed around in bother, leaned against the circle. Panting and groaning diddlysquat fucked her. Even in his frenzy he felt her getting washy, her trend stopping.

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

Alex head rolled to one incline, rested on her shoulder joint. The green eyes were open, staring unseeing in the distance.

With a grunt Jack climaxed, shot his consignment deep inside into her dying soundbox. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The botheration must be horrible but she was unsounded, did not be active. Then the faint smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly happy, capacity. Her lips moved again but he did not catch the words. He held her closing curtain. shut down that he could sense her die, that she could sense him.

Eventually her eyelids fluttered, closed. He kissed the tears on her boldness, withdrew only as he felt that her heart had stopped.

Alex was dead.

"Alex MacDonald."Jack raised his glass for a silent military greeting."I am for sure she found peace at last."“ Alex MacDonald"Ryan echoed and their drinking glass clinked, they drank in silence.

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

He was waiting with his implements of war wide open 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. ”