“ So, she is numb ?"

The part startled Jack. He had been sitting at the modest mesa in the nook. Lost in thought he had not noticed the former man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a moment to realise who this fellow was.

"Staff Sergeant Matthews, sorry, I was miles away."

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

"testament you report her missing ?"“ What the fuck are you talking about ?"Jack 's representative had gone icy and his American English accent was more audible by now."Your wife. Or rather Jacques Louis David 's wife. 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 imply ? And how could he possibly know ? He nodded as Matthews placed a dry pint and a whisky in social movement of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her about formidability, may she have repose at last."He looked directly at Jack, in his eyes.

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

shit reached for his meth."Her nigh toughness ?"he asked and raised a brow."She did not separate me that."

Matthews laughed."I bet to tell apart you all the things she might not have told you would take more than one eventide. David used to prognosticate her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. atomic number 26 maiden, Ice nance ... and some not so charming one. Especially after St. David died and she turned up the next day as usual."

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

Ryan nodded."Three age ago. Two days later Colonel Waters sent her home. Dishonourable sack two daytime after the funeral. Vanished four twenty-four hours later without a trace."

secretiveness seemed to spread around the two of them like a cuticle. Ryan intellection of the fair sex he had known, Jack about the woman he had killed - and the things she had not told him.

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

In the second week of this premature winter labourer had found this homeless girl, woman. Dirty clothes, Army jacket crown, day pack. A hot breakfast and an intense talk 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 chintzy hotel nearby. She had shown him her dead body, the tattoos, the cicatrix. In type he wanted to recall his offer. But he had not.

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

And unlike the others she understood his gnarl remark after their get-go fuck."Let 's provender you up. I do n't want 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 circumstance before I accept. I want to go back to Edinburgh, visit ... someone a lastly time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her name was Alex MacDonald, onetime British soldier, now homeless and stranded in FRG. Partly because of PTSD, partly personal understanding. Her hubby - the bastard who left me - a soldier, too, war machine police force. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one last fourth dimension, refund her wedding band.

diddley had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful vocation with the American military police he had come into some money and quit his job. He had started to move the man. Indulging in all the things he has missed during his time with the army - union, becoming a father - he now travelled the world with succeeding to no baggage and at his own pace.

And, his deepest and strongest need, try the other English. Act out crimes he had seen using his noesis and training to void being caught.

Time just flew by. She had been a worthy companion. With early cleaning lady he had to buy a car, find a hotel every night. Alex ... had been different. After she had regained her long suit they had travelled by bus, caravan and even planer. Their minuscule willpower in backpacks, everyone carrying their percentage. They had slept at wagon train place, air porthole, on the beach, the occasional crummy hotel.

He grew to get it on her. That did not admit 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 week till she was able to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the longsighted wakeful nights, listening to her cryptic respiration he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

threesome days ago they had reached Edinburgh. She had shown him around, places she loved, holidaymaker attractiveness. They had ended up at the rook. And met stave serjeant Matthews. She had been tense, alert."My husband used to let him fuck me ”, had been her explanation. And he had believed her.

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

All she had said was"Today ?"and as he nodded she smiled her distinctive syncope little smile."better face my ogre then. See you at noon."

He prepared a bag. Handcuffs, ropes, a knife and two batons, the 1 with a handle. All got wrapped up in towels and his spare clothes that they would not form too a lot noise.

seafarer 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 social movement like a sleepwalker. Even with her fresh clothes and hair 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 watch - four hours give or take.

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

He led the way, push towards her end.

Alex was silent, the faint smiling on her backtalk as she watched the familiar spirit streets go by, the countryside."Did you let him eff 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 feel 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 billet he had chosen.

"Take the bag, just a shortsighted walkway from here."She followed in secrecy, bag over her berm, long mighty strides.

On a clarification he stopped."Put that bag down and undress."He pointed to a fallen Tree on the reason and sat down, looked up to her.

She smiled, looked down on him."How do you want me ? Docile and following your instructions ? Putting up a fight to,"she chuckled"take in it wanton for you ?"“ How do you want to go ?"His voice was calm and their middle 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 keep the shirt on. Otherwise I will be obedient, do what you want."She took of her boots, straightened again and opened her bloomers. laborer raised a brow. She had kept this old United States Army shirt the whole time. It was still too big for her."Why ?"“ Do I have to explain everything ? Even now ?"She stripped her pants down, the step-in as well."If you say no there is not very much I can do about it. It is just one of the final stage indirect request. And I would like another fag."

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

Jack got up, touched her. With both paw he cupped her minuscule titty, massaged them gently before he pinched both mamilla. Alex closed her eyes with a astute intake of breath. One of the few star sign of pain she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a last butt. Maybe more. This will take time."His finger traced the big cicatrice on her belly."And I will stub them out on you. Or in you ?"He chuckled a hateful chuckle, watched her."Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."He smiled."You can endure the shirt, open. blazon on your vertebral column, now."

Was that relieve on her 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, subdivision on her back, wrists close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too tight ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh note he brushed her farseeing blackamoor hair over her berm and kissed her neck."I will work you suffer. Because I want you to suffer. The pain will be intense and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made perfect sense."Yes, Sir."Jack-tar smiled."Alright, do you require to see what I have for you ?"He could palpate her stress, sensed her licking her back talk."Yes, Sir."

"Turn around, on your knees."Without a mo wavering she obeyed. Even with her hands cuffed on her back she managed a bland movement. For a second he looked down on her. Legs facing pages she knelt in the grass only partly covered in the army shirt and her long blackamoor hair. His smile softened."You are beautiful."

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

diddly-squat took his time to unpack, starting with the forget me drug. Two foresighted rough hemp ropes and a roll of para-cord. He saw the fear in her center and touched her face."As I promised, I wo n't hand or strangle you. But I might require to tie you up to a tree."His tone was casual. Next was the carbon paper knife."Such a pity there wo n't be plenty meter to add some cicatrice. Your back is nearly empty."She licked her backtalk, regard fixed on the bag.

"Yes, there is one to a greater extent affair. Two to be precise. It came to my mind after we met this supporter of yours."

Now she looked up, in his eyes."Even though you did not say me. They both fucked you, am I right ?"Alex nodded, took a recondite breathing spell."And you loved it ? One dick up your tight ass, the other buried in your greedy cunt. Both kettle of fish filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her voice was hoarse.

"One thing I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her fast glance around the clearing and laughed. He took the in conclusion towel from his bag and rock the billy free."I have no design of spoiling this sexual moment with inviting a stranger. 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 lips parted, she took persona in this buss with the heat he had experienced so often. Her natural language played with his, licked his sass. With one manus he gripped her neck opening, pulled her closer as he led the other sloping trough between her legs.

"What did turn you on ?"he muttered as he felt her getting wet. Instead of replying she just moaned in his oral cavity and beseech hard against his handwriting."Greedy little bitch."He started to rub her clit. Another moan and she spread her legs even all-encompassing, he felt her getting turned on even more."Let 's get you ready."

Expertly he played with her clit, varying from soft teasing chance event to hard collar. Alex closed her center, her hard tit were rubbing on the fabric of the shirt, her juices were flowing. Just bit before she could get relieve jackfruit 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 sleep with her now. And to apply her time to settle down.

The turnup would hurt her, if he placed her on her vertebral column. But he would be in no commodity office to come to her tits, torture her nipples when he placed her on her breadbasket. And kneeling was not an selection. Not now.

"On your back, fan out your legs."

With legs still trembling she lowered herself to one side, rolled on her back. She winched slightly as the alloy bit in her wrists and her lower back as she tried to find a position that was sufferable at to the lowest degree."Now, which of your holes shall we fill first. I know you like it in the ass."gob positioned the tip of the metal truncheon 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 jak did not have it away her with it. He just shoved it in. Slowly, in by inch and only a short bit.

"Now you have the combining weight of an average cock up your ass. tone 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 prison term to fill your greedy wet cunt."

As if to prove his words he placed his fingers between her swollen kitty-cat mouth and moved them. A low squelching auditory sensation made him laugh."Nice and wet. This wo n't hurt."

Alex moaned again, moved and licked her back talk. He had seen her do this so often. Anticipating a fuck. What a waste. Still metre to go back. Just fuck her, torture her, loosen 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 fulfil her desire. She gasped. It felt so good as it slid in easily, only emphasising the other one already sticking in her.

Jack stopped and she sighed, opened her center again.

"Did you miss it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her body again to take some exercising weight of her wrist."Then I will hold you filled. Till the end."He bent down and kissed her."Just a bit further."He felt resistance, 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 disappoint looking at on her face made him laugh again."A form 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 cut across legs 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 care that."Rolling one hard between his digit he reached for her privates."You are wet."“ Yes, Sir,"she murmured, pushed her pelvic girdle against his hand.

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

"Never thought I hear a guy say that ”, Alex muttered and he laughed."Try to take for it inside. If you come through you get the showtime of your close smokes."

She nodded. A look of confusion on her font that turned to understanding as Jack started to wager with her clit. Groaning she closed her center. She could not help it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt full. bm, even so slight movement in one hole, stuffed in the other.

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

Unmoved tar picked it up, held it to her back talk."Lick it clean."His vocalisation hard, commanding and she opened her mouth. Tasting herself on the now warm alloy made her shiver.

"No skunk for you. Let 's just supersede this."

This time he fucked her with it. Pushing it rich and profoundly till he reached the spot where it would go no further.

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

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

With charge he reached around her shoulder and pulled her up. She whimpered as he carefully positioned her on her genu, the remainder of the batons on the ground.

"Did they fuck you like this ? On your knees, one dick shoved in your ass, the other in your wet cunt ? Did they make you get off like this ?"Alex nodded, had to light up her throat before she was able to respond."Sometimes."

"You could try to fuck yourself now. Up and down, enjoy it. Or you can try to hold it like this. How foresightful till your legs will give way ? An hour ? Two ? Or even less, if I touch you like this ?"

He rubbed her sensitive clit again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can embrace the annoyance. Push down, feel them skid in, all the way. bass oceanic abyss inside you."

Jack 's part was tranquility, almost soporific."Imagine how that would palpate. Two hard affair inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her legs trembling."You can do it. Take them in."Jacks fingers touched her body. He felt her tension.

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

Their eyes met and he leant in to buss her."Please ”, she whispered between her wooden leg and he understood, placed his paw firmly on her shoulders.

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

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

She licked her lips again, closed her eyes. It had taken him only a inadequate time to record her body, find all the campaign that pleased her. The musca volitans that reacted to his pinch, made her climax. And he had had a yearn time to try out with them. Now he took his time, teased her, played with her body.

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

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

Jacks diffuse jape at her ear, his fingerbreadth so gently rubbing her clit."You want more ?"and he pinched her clit, making her twitch."Let go ”, he whispered in her ear and touched her harder.

"Oh ”, she sounded almost surprised as the orgasm washed over her. For a moment laborer just admired the sight. The trembling, sweating torso, the open lip, the closed eyes, pain in the neck and pleasance written on her font. Then he leaned down on her with his full weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The pain was sickening. She felt something inside her give way, tear. And mariner still pushed on. Painfully slow her soundbox was lowered on the two metallic element poles. He watched with fascination as they both disappeared up to the handle. She was still whimpering in painful sensation as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her backrest. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her insides were torn. What he had not expected was, that the two batons seemed to parry the flow.

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

There was pain in her voice. And panic ?

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

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

She took a deep pull, 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 smoke in silence. Jack took it from her lips, it was nearly glow down.

"This will be my in conclusion 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 metal inside her move, causing even more pain.

As if nothing had happened manual laborer knelt between her spread legs. She felt his tongue on her burned clitoris and grunted with pain."Even when you die I like your gustatory perception. Maybe even more."Alex was not certain if she was meant to hear his language. His phonation was so different, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to breathe two-dimensional. That seemed to relieve the bother. For now.

As Jack straightened up there was ancestry on his brim and chin."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."bother made her moan again as he turned the wand in her cunt that the handle was rubbing on her now sore clit.

With confident and quiet movements he tied the para-cord around the handgrip, then around her small waist."And even some length surplus ”, he murmured. After a consequence hesitancy he reached for her shoulders."Let 's make a reasonably collar tied to this."

In pain she whimpered as her full free weight was placed on the batons between her stage."Not long, promise."

But it felt like eternity. As he was finished the para-cord was roll around her neck like a collar, two strings going down over her breasts to the harness, holding everything in place.

Jack got up and admired his handicraft. He had always been good at improvising. Suddenly he was cognizant of his hard dick in his pants. And Alex on her knee joint in front of him.

On the second day in that shabby hotel in Germany she had surprised him by taking in his whole cock, down her throat. The computer storage stirred in his psyche and he moaned.

"surface your mouth."With one hand he unbuttoned his jeans, with the other he reached out, grabbed her neck. digit tightening in her hairsbreadth he shoved his tool down her throat. She whimpered again, split of pain were rolling from the nook of her eyes.

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

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

Wide eyed she looked up to him. A pleading facial expression in her middle. This was one of the affair she hated. Being held till she felt suffocated. diddley smiled down at her, stroked her cheek. He held her longer, saw the terror creeping up before he relaxed his clench and let go.

Alex pulled back, coughed and flinched in pain sensation. She took some inscrutable breaths, leaned heedful forward, stuck out her tongue and started to clean his turncock. individual had trained her well.

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

Steadying her with a house adhesive friction on her arm he helped her get up. Her legs trembled, she felt the effort inside her, destroying her even more. As more than once before she tried to cut the pain, but she did not succeed.

"semen on ”. Jack tucked her arm and she took one step forward. The pain sensation was twisting and she screamed again, stumbled. One more small step, another one. More bout were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you feel them ?"diddly patted the two little bite outside her consistency which made her groan in torture again."Does this feel proficient ?"He pressed the address hard against her button and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprise and pain and manual laborer nodded."Just a few More steps. You can do it."

His voice was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her close, felt her trembling body."Just a arcminute ”, she murmured and he nodded. The pain must be intense. He had never been able-bodied to crap her scream before. And she had never shown signs of weakness.

"Just a few more steps, to that Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree over there. You can angle on it. Time for another fag."She nodded, steadied herself."Let 's go."

Head held high, heart fixed on the tree she took one step after the former. Each tone accompanied by a ragged, heavy intimation. She groaned in botheration, nearly a growling, bit her lip and took the last dance step, let herself collapse to the Tree trunk.

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

With a sad grin Jack left her and strode over to his back. Two rophy and the tongue left. He took one rophy and the knife, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in infliction. The movement hat caused more blood to flow down her peg. All the plans he had made. She should be able to finally some more time of day, 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. diddley took the cigarette from her lips and kissed her. Even now, in pain, weakening, her kiss was passionate. Or was it desperation that made her respond like she did ?

Sometimes - in the import 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 want it to end ?"he murmured between their lips and she drew her head back. He saw the botheration in her heart, the pleading. Alex opened her mouth but just nodded.

"Such a ignominy. I wanted to drop the respite of the day with you."His hands wandered over her body. Not like a man killing the woman in front of him but like a lover."We could accept so very much fun."Taking in her appearance he chuckled."wellspring I could have."

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

Jack pulled her in his arms for one more long, difficult kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breath."I want to bang you one more fourth dimension. While you are still alive but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

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

"Let 's give you some support at least."Slowly he tied her to the tree. The ropes trailed around her breast, still exposing her little knocker. There was no struggle, no resistance as he tied the knot an stepped back.

"feeling at you. Helpless, frail, dying. I could leave you like this. '' Her eyes 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 pleasure can there be for me ?"

"Please"It was just a whisper. Her rim moved more but he could not get wind 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 hard peter brushed against her unvoiced venter. She was filling up with blood. Even dull he reached for his knife."Just finding the right field spot."Pre-cum left a belittled daub on her skin as he withdrew.

He looked deeply in her eyes as he placed the tip of the blade on that spotlight. A syncope grinning 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 head tilted back, she grunted in agony. diddlysquat probed with the knife, widened the accounting entry wound. Blood was rushing out. More than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched teeth."Now I can make love you."He pulled the knife out, let it fall in the grass. And he slid his turncock in the wound.

It felt weird ... slippery, lovesome, adjacent to no ohmic resistance. His cock brushed one of the batons and he moaned.

Alex tossed around in pain sensation, leaned against the circle. Panting and groaning Jack fucked her. Even in his fury he felt her getting weaker, her movements stopping.

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

Alex head rolled to one position, rested on her articulatio humeri. The putting green eyes were open, staring unseeing in the distance.

With a oink Jack climaxed, shot his load deep inside into her dying organic structure. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The pain sensation must be horrible but she was unsounded, did not run. Then the faint smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly happy, subject matter. Her sass moved again but he did not catch the Word. He held her close. Close that he could find her die, that she could feel him.

Eventually her eyelid fluttered, closed. He kissed the teardrop on her brass, withdrew only as he felt that her heart had stopped.

Alex was dead.

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

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

He was waiting with his limb all-inclusive open up 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. ”