“ So, she is dead ?"

The interpreter startled Jack. He had been sitting at the minor table in the nook. Lost in thought process he had not noticed the other man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a moment to realise who this lad was.

"Staff Sergeant Matthews, sorry, I was stat mi away."

Ryan Matthews laughed, took a big draught from his 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 ?"jak 's vocalisation had gone icy and his American English accent was more audible by now."Your married woman. Or rather St. 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 St. Matthew placed a dry pint and a whisky in front end of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her nearly huskiness, may she have peace of mind at last."He looked directly at Jack, in his eyes.

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

diddlyshit reached for his glass."Her most toughness ?"he asked and raised a brow."She did not tell me that."

Matthews laughed."I bet to tell you all the things she might not have told you would take more than one eventide. David used to call her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. smoothing iron maid, Ice queer ... and some not so charming 1. Especially after David died and she turned up the next day as usual."

diddly 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. dishonorable firing two days after the funeral. Vanished four days later without a trace."

secrecy seemed to overspread around the two of them like a cuticle. Ryan thinking of the char he had known, Jack about the fair sex he had killed - and the things she had not told him.

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

In the second week of this untimely winter Jack had found this homeless girl, woman. Dirty clothes, U. S. Army jacket, day ring. A hot breakfast and an intense talk later he had made his offer.

locomotion with me, get hitched with me for one year.

Every other woman had jumped at this opportunity. Not her. They had checked into a cheap hotel nearby. She had shown him her body, the tattoos, the cicatrice. In display case he wanted to draw his offer. But he had not.

He had fucked her there and then. Under the rain shower, hard without mercy. She had been crying - as she had her orgasm. In all these calendar 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-class honours degree fuck."Let 's feed you up. I do n't desire to break you - now."“ So you are going to down me ?"she had said casually as she was rolling cigarettes for both of them."Then I have one stipulation before I accept. I want to go back to Edinburgh, visit ... someone a final time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her gens was Alex MacDonald, former British soldier, now homeless and stranded in Germany. Partly because of PTSD, partly personal grounds. Her married man - the bastard who left me - a soldier, too, military law. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one survive clock time, return her wedding band.

Jack had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful career with the American language military police force he had come into some money and quit his job. He had started to locomote the world. Indulging in all the affair he has missed during his time with the army - union, becoming a father - he now travelled the world with next to no luggage and at his own pace.

And, his deepest and secure motivating, try the other position. Act out crimes he had seen using his knowledge and education to fend off being caught.

time just flew by. She had been a worthy associate. With former woman he had to buy a car, find a hotel every nighttime. Alex ... had been dissimilar. After she had regained her persuasiveness they had travelled by bus, power train and even plane. Their minor self-will in packsack, everyone carrying their share. They had slept at string place, air port, on the beach, the episodic cheap hotel.

He grew to love 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 persist at one hotel for a week till she was able to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the long vigilant Night, listening to her deep breathing he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

Three daytime ago they had reached Edinburgh. She had shown him around, places she loved, tourer attractions. They had ended up at the castle. And met stave police sergeant Saint Matthew. She had been strain, lively."My hubby used to let him fuck me ”, had been her explanation. And he had believed her.

The next day was the day. Her utmost day. If she had said one word, just one Holy Scripture, he would let spared her. They could trip on, see the world, all of it.

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

He prepared a bag. handcuff, ropes, a knife and two nightstick, the ones with a handle. All got wrapped up in towels and his spare dress that they would not piss too much noise.

jackass went out to take a car, got back to the hotel and waited. Just by fortune he was looking out of the window as she approached. Her effort like a sleepwalker. Even with her cleanse wearing apparel and haircloth in this bit she reminded him of the homeless he had picked up than the woman who had travelled with him. No wonder she always referred to this David as 'bastard'. If he could do this to her in - he checked his sentinel - four 60 minutes give or take.

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

He led the way, tug towards her end.

Alex was silent, the faint smile on her lip as she watched the familiar streets go by, the countryside."Did you let him love 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 to a greater extent but then she just shook her header, repeated"Not today."

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

"Take the bag, just a brusk pass from here."She followed in silence, bag over her berm, long knock-down strides.

On a clearing he stopped."Put that bag down and undress."He pointed to a fallen tree on the footing 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 fighting to,"she chuckled"make it well-to-do for you ?"“ How do you need to go ?"His voice was calm and their eyes locked. She bit her lip. So she was queasy after all.

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

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

Jack got up, touched her. With both deal he cupped her humble tits, massaged them gently before he pinched both pap. Alex closed her eyes with a sharp inlet of breath. One of the few signs of nuisance she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a concluding coffin nail. Maybe more. This will take time."His finger's breadth traced the big mark 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 put on the shirt, open. Arms on your back, now."

Was that relieve on her typeface ? 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, arms on her back, carpus close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too tight ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh whole step he brushed her long black-market hair over her shoulder joint and kissed her neck opening."I will make up you suffer. Because I want you to digest. The pain will be intense and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made arrant sentience."Yes, Sir."Jack smiled."Alright, do you require to see what I have for you ?"He could feel her tension, sensed her licking her back talk."Yes, Sir."

"Turn around, on your knees."Without a moment vacillation she obeyed. Even with her hands cuffed on her back she managed a smooth bm. For a moment he looked down on her. Legs bedcover she knelt in the grass only partly covered in the army shirt and her long black pilus. His smile softened."You are beautiful."

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

Jack took his time to unpack, starting with the ropes. Two long rough hemp ropes and a paradiddle of para-cord. He saw the concern in her eyes and touched her impudence."As I promised, I wo n't hand or strangle you. But I might want to tie you up to a tree."His tone was effortless. Next was the carbon copy knife."Such a pity there wo n't be enough meter to add some scars. Your back is nearly empty."She licked her rim, gaze fixed on the bag.

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

Now she looked up, in his eyes."Even though you did not assure me. They both fucked you, am I right ?"Alex nodded, took a deep breath."And you loved it ? One pecker up your blind drunk ass, the other buried in your greedy puss. Both holes filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her voice was hoarse.

"One matter I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her quick glance around the glade and laughed. He took the last towel from his bag and shook the billystick free."I have no intention of spoiling this informal consequence with inviting a stranger. But you might care 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 part in this candy kiss with the Passion of Christ he had experienced so often. Her tongue played with his, licked his backtalk. With one deal he gripped her neck, pulled her closer as he led the other lantern slide between her legs.

"What did release you on ?"he muttered as he felt her getting wet. Instead of replying she just moaned in his mouth and pressed hard against his script."Greedy little bitch."He started to rub her clit. Another moan and she spread her legs even wide-cut, he felt her getting turned on even more."Let 's get you ready."

Expertly he played with her clit, varying from gentle teasing stroking to hard pinches. Alex closed her eyes, her punishing nipples were rubbing on the textile of the shirt, her succus were flowing. simply instant before she could get relieve Jack 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 give her time to locate down.

The cuffs would pain her, if he placed her on her back. But he would be in no dear berth to touch her tit, torture her nipples when he placed her on her stomach. And kneeling was not an option. Not now.

"On your rachis, spread your legs."

With peg still trembling she lowered herself to one side, rolled on her vertebral column. She winched slightly as the metal bit in her wrists and her miserable back as she tried to recover a stance that was endurable at to the lowest degree."Now, which of your holes shall we occupy first. I know you like it in the ass."old salt positioned the tip of the metal truncheon at her ass-hole."No lubricant I am afraid."And he pushed gently.

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

"Now you have the equivalent weight of an norm cock up your ass. flavour full, 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 fill your greedy wet cunt."

As if to examine his words he placed his fingers between her well up pussy lips and moved them. A low squelching phone made him jest."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 shtup. What a waste. Still metre to go back. Just fuck her, torture her, undo her and keep her forever.

But the urge inside him was stronger.

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

Jack stopped and she sighed, opened her eyes again.

"Did you lose it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her body again to take some weighting of her wrists."Then I will keep 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 disappointed feeling on her typeface made him laugh again."A kind of anguish you have not expected ?"he mused, kissed her again and withdrew.

"I could blindfold you, let you lie here and just watch you."With cover legs he sat future to her, brushed the shirt back from her knocker. The small nipples stood firm and erect and he pinched both at the same metre, making her wince.

"Do n't pretend you do n't care that."pealing one hard between his finger's breadth he reached for her genitals."You are wet."“ Yes, Sir,"she murmured, pushed her hips against his hand.

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

"Never thought I hear a guy say that ”, Alex muttered and he laughed."Try to carry it inside. If you deliver the goods you get the first gear of your hold up smokes."

She nodded. A look of mental confusion on her boldness that turned to translate as Jack started to flirt with her clit. Groaning she closed her oculus. She could not help it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt effective. front, even so rebuff bowel movement in one hole, stuffed in the other.

This meter jackstones did not stop. Panting she came as the truncheon left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved laborer picked it up, held it to her lips."Lick it clean."His part hard, commanding and she opened her mouth. Tasting herself on the now warm metal made her shiver.

"No pot for you. Let 's just exchange this."

This time he fucked her with it. Pushing it deeper and deeper trough 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 same length."Now it is right-hand at your cervix. Push it further and it will enter your womb."

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

With care he reached around her articulatio humeri and pulled her up. She whimpered as he carefully positioned her on her genu, the destruction of the batons on the ground.

"Did they fuck you like this ? On your knees, one peter shoved in your ass, the other in your wet cunt ? 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 sex yourself now. Up and down, enjoy it. Or you can try to give it like this. How long till your stage 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 bosom the pain in the ass. push button down, finger them slide in, all the way. cryptical cryptic inside you."

Jack 's voice was tranquil, almost spellbinding."Imagine how that would feel. Two hard things inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her legs trembling."You can do it. need them in."mariner finger touched her consistency. He felt her tension.

"Or do you want me to do it. energy you down ? Or get you back on you back and squeeze them in one by one ? Twice the hurting, the fear ?"

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

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

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

She licked her lips again, closed her optic. It had taken him only a forgetful time to read her body, find all the movements that pleased her. The bit that reacted to his touch, made her climax. And he had had a long time to experiment with them. Now he took his time, teased her, played with her body.

Involuntarily she moved her pelvic girdle, felt the apparent motion inside her, the pain.

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

Jacks soft laughter at her ear, his finger 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 labourer just admired the deal. The trembling, sweating organic structure, the opened mouth, the closed eyes, annoyance and pleasure written on her face. 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 Jack still pushed on. Painfully slack her physical structure 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 infliction as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her spine. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her inside 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 voice. And panic ?

"Just a sec."He returned with the para-cord"I promised you to save you filled till the end. So we have to have some readjustment. That 's why I chose the 1 with the handles."

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

She took a deep pull, exhaled the fume through the olfactory organ, then another one. He took the cigarette away and she looked at him."It hurts ... feels ... strange."

They shared the locoweed in silence. Jack took it from her mouth, it was nearly burnt down.

"This will be my 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 movement, causing even more pain.

As if nothing had happened Jack knelt between her bedcover legs. She felt his tongue on her burned clit and grunted with bother."Even when you die I like your discernment. Maybe even more."Alex was not certain if she was meant to find out his words. His voice was so unlike, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to breathe directly. That seemed to relieve the painful sensation. For now.

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

With surefooted and quiet move he tied the para-cord around the handles, then around her small waist."And even some duration excess ”, he murmured. After a moment wavering he reached for her shoulders."Let 's make a jolly collar tied to this."

In pain in the ass she whimpered as her full weighting was placed on the nightstick between her ramification."Not long, promise."

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

Jack got up and admired his handicraft. He had always been proficient at improvising. Suddenly he was aware of his operose cock in his pants. And Alex on her knees in front of him.

On the second day in that ratty hotel in Germany she had surprised him by taking in his all turncock, down her throat. The memory stirred in his mind and he moaned.

"out-of-doors your mouth."With one hired hand he unbuttoned his denim, with the other he reached out, grabbed her neck opening. Fingers tightening in her fuzz he shoved his cock down her throat. She whimpered again, rip of pain were rolling from the quoin of her eyes.

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

"screwing, Alex ”, he gasped as he shot his freight and pulled her closer.

Wide eyed she looked up to him. A plead expression in her oculus. 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 grip and let go.

Alex pulled back, coughed and flinched in pain in the ass. She took some recondite breaths, leaned careful forward, stuck out her tongue and started to clean house his cock. individual had trained her well.

With one finger jak followed the tears that were flowing freely now."There is Sir Thomas More to come up. Get up."

Steadying her with a firm grip on her arm he helped her get up. Her legs trembled, she felt the movement inside her, destroying her even more. As more than once before she tried to dismiss the pain, but she did not succeed.

"come on ”. shit tucked her arm and she took one gradation forward. The pain was tortuous and she screamed again, stumbled. One Thomas More pocket-size step, another one. Thomas More tears were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you feel them ?"Jack patted the two small routine outside her body which made her groan in agony again."Does this feel good ?"He pressed the handle hard against her clit and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprisal and pain and Jack nodded."Just a few to a greater extent footfall. You can do it."

His voice was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her finish, felt her trembling organic structure."Just a minute ”, she murmured and he nodded. The pain must be intense. He had never been capable to seduce her howler before. And she had never shown sign of the zodiac of weakness.

"Just a few More stair, to that Tree over there. You can run on it. clock time for another fag."She nodded, steadied herself."Let 's go."

head word held high, eyes fixed on the tree she took one step after the other. Each footprint accompanied by a ragged, grievous breathing space. She groaned in pain, nearly a growl, bit her lip and took the last step, let herself collapse to the tree trunk.

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

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

Even from afar he could see that she was in nuisance. The movement hat caused more blood to flow down her branch. All the program he had made. She should be able to last some more 60 minutes, growing light and in hurting all the time.

Slowly he made his way back. Ash had fallen on her tit and he brushed it aside. old salt took the cigarette from her sassing 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 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 head back. He saw the pain in her eyes, the pleading. Alex opened her mouth but just nodded.

"Such a shame. I wanted to spend the rest of the day with you."His hands wandered over her body. Not like a man killing the woman in strawman of him but like a lover."We could have so much fun."Taking in her appearance he chuckled."Well I could have."

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

sea dog pulled her in his arms for one more long, surd kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breath."I want to fuck you one Sir Thomas More time. While you are still alive but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

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

"Let 's give you some reinforcement at least."Slowly he tied her to the Tree. The circle trailed around her knocker, still exposing her small tits. There was no struggle, no resistivity as he tied the knot an ill-use back.

"facial expression at you. Helpless, rickety, dying. I could leave you like this. '' Her eyes widened and a panicking expression 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 sassing moved more but he could not take heed 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 heavily shaft brushed against her toilsome abdomen. She was filling up with blood. Even dense he reached for his tongue."Just finding the right-hand spot."Pre-cum left a low vilification on her skin as he withdrew.

He looked deeply in her eyes as he placed the tip of the brand on that spot. A faint smile appeared on her back talk again as she felt it prick her hide."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 header tilted back, she grunted in agony. Jack probed with the knife, widened the entry wound. origin was rushing out. More than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched teeth."Now I can fuck you."He pulled the knife out, let it fall in the forage. And he slid his cock in the wound.

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

Alex tossed around in pain, leaned against the rope. Panting and groaning diddley fucked her. Even in his frenzy he felt her getting faint, her trend stopping.

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

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

With a oink Jack climaxed, shot his load trench inside into her dying soundbox. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The hurting must be atrocious but she was soundless, did not move. Then the faint smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly happy, depicted object. Her lips moved again but he did not catch the Book. He held her conclusion. Close that he could feel her die, that she could feel him.

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

Alex was dead.

"Alex MacDonald."diddly-squat raised his glass for a understood salute."I am sure she found peace at last."“ Alex MacDonald"Ryan echoed and their trash clinked, they drank in silence.

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

He was waiting with his branch all-encompassing surface 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. ”