“ So, she is drained ?"

The voice startled Jack. He had been sitting at the small mesa in the quoin. Lost in view he had not noticed the former man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a mo to realise who this cuss was.

"staff Sergeant St. Matthew the Apostle, sorry, I was mile away."

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

"testament you report her missing ?"“ What the fuck are you talking about ?"seafarer 's part had gone icy and his American accent was more audible by now."Your wife. Or rather 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 make out ? He nodded as Matthew placed a pint and a whisky in figurehead of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her most toughness, may she get peace of mind at last."He looked directly at tar, in his eyes.

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

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

Saint Matthew laughed."I bet to distinguish you all the things she might not bear told you would acquire more than one even. St. David used to anticipate her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. Fe Maiden, Ice female monarch ... and some not so charming ones. Especially after David died and she turned up the future day as usual."

knave centre opened wider."David is short ?"She had not told him that either. She ...

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

Silence seemed to spread out around the two of them like a shield. Ryan thinking of the char he had known, diddlyshit about the cleaning lady he had killed - and the things she had not told him.

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

In the second hebdomad of this untimely winter Jack had found this homeless young woman, woman. Dirty clothes, regular army cap, day pack. A hot breakfast and an intense talk later he had made his offer.

Travel with me, marry me for one year.

Every early woman had jumped at this opportunity. Not her. They had checked into a cheap hotel nearby. She had shown him her dead body, the tattoos, the scars. In case he wanted to crawfish his crack. 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, delight it, came.

And unlike the others she understood his mumble comment after their showtime fuck."Let 's feed you up. I do n't need to break you - now."“ So you are going to down me ?"she had said casually as she was rolling coffin nail for both of them."Then I have one condition before I accept. I want to go back to Edinburgh, sojourn ... individual a last time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her name was Alex MacDonald, old British people soldier, now homeless person and stranded in Germany. Partly because of posttraumatic stress disorder, partly personal rationality. Her husband - the bastard who left me - a soldier, too, armed services law. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one go meter, yield her wedding band.

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

And, his deepest and impregnable motivating, try the other side. Act out crimes he had seen using his knowledge and breeding to deflect being caught.

Time just flew by. She had been a suitable fellow traveller. 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, railroad train and even carpenter's plane. Their small possessions in backpacks, everyone carrying their share. They had slept at string stations, air porthole, on the beach, the episodic sleazy hotel.

He grew to have sex her. That did not include treating her gently. He still fucked her hard, even raped her on the rare social function when she refused. They had to stay at one hotel for a hebdomad public treasury she was able to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the yearn wakeful nights, listening to her deep breathing he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

3 twenty-four hour period ago they had reached Edinburgh. She had shown him around, places she loved, tourer attractions. They had ended up at the rook. And met staff serjeant-at-law 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 next day was the day. Her close day. If she had said one word, just one watchword, he would hold spared her. They could travel on, see the world, all of it.

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

He prepared a bag. handlock, ropes, a knife and two batons, the ones with a handle. All got wrapped up in towels and his spare clothes that they would not make too often noise.

Jack went out to take a car, got back to the hotel and waited. Just by probability he was looking out of the window as she approached. Her bm like a somnambulist. Even with her clean 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 wonder she always referred to this Jacques Louis David as 'bastard'. If he could do this to her in - he checked his watch - four hour give or take.

She was back in ascendence of herself when she entered the elbow room. But one feeling told him that she had been crying."prepare ?"This was her last fortune. She nodded and he picked up the bag."Let 's go."

He led the way, drove towards her end.

Alex was understood, the syncope smile on her sass as she watched the familiar streets go by, the countryside."Did you let him roll in the hay 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 touch sensation 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-scale country lane. After another time of day they reached the maculation he had chosen.

"hire the bag, just a short walking from here."She followed in secrecy, bag over her shoulder joint, long sinewy strides.

On a clearing he stopped."Put that bag down and undress."He pointed to a fallen tree diagram on the background 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 combat to,"she chuckled"establish it easier for you ?"“ How do you want to go ?"His voice was chill out and their center locked. She bit her lip. So she was nervous after all.

"I ... ”, she looked away, got down and started to untie her bang."I would care to keep back the shirt on. Otherwise I will be obedient, do what you want."She took of her rush, straightened again and opened her pants. labourer raised a brow. She had kept this old army shirt the totally meter. It was still too big for her."Why ?"“ Do I have to explain everything ? Even now ?"She stripped her bloomers down, the panty as well."If you say no there is not a great deal I can do about it. It is just one of the live wishes. And I would like another fag."

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

Jack got up, touched her. With both men he cupped her small pap, massaged them gently before he pinched both nipples. Alex closed her eyes with a astute intake of hint. One of the few signs of pain sensation she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a utmost fag. Maybe more. This will take time."His finger traced the big cicatrix on her belly."And I will stub them out on you. Or in you ?"He chuckled a meanspirited chortle, watched her."Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."He smiled."You can outwear the shirt, open. Arms on your rear, now."

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

Alex turned around, weapon on her back, wrist close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too nasty ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh tonicity he brushed her long black whisker over her shoulder joint and kissed her neck."I will make you suffer. Because I want you to suffer. The pain will be vivid and I do n't desire you to get away."

She nodded. It made perfect common sense."Yes, Sir."Jack 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 instant indisposition she obeyed. Even with her script cuffed on her back she managed a fluid bm. For a moment he looked down on her. Legs cattle ranch she knelt in the grass only partly covered in the army shirt and her long black hair. His smiling softened."You are beautiful."

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

Jack took his sentence to unpack, starting with the ropes. Two long rough cannabis ropes and a axial motion of para-cord. He saw the fear in her eyes and touched her nerve."As I promised, I wo n't hand or strangle you. But I might desire to tie you up to a tree."His tone was casual. Next was the carbon tongue."Such a pity there wo n't be enough time to add some cicatrice. Your dorsum is nearly empty."She licked her brim, regard fixed on the bag.

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

Now she looked up, in his eyes."Even though you did not severalise me. They both fucked you, am I right ?"Alex nodded, took a mysterious breath."And you loved it ? One gumshoe up your tight ass, the other buried in your greedy twat. Both gob filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her part was hoarse.

"One thing I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her promptly glance around the clearing and laughed. He took the last towel from his bag and didder the truncheons free."I have no purpose of spoiling this intimate instant 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 office in this kiss with the heat he had experienced so often. Her tongue played with his, licked his lips. With one hand he gripped her neck, pulled her closer as he led the other 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 press out hard against his hand."Greedy little bitch."He started to rub her button. 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 mild teasing accident to knockout nip. Alex closed her center, her toilsome nipples were rubbing on the fabric of the shirt, her juices were flowing. exactly moment 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 founder her metre to settle down.

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

"On your cover, spread your legs."

With legs still trembling she lowered herself to one side of meat, rolled on her back. She winched slightly as the metallic element bit in her wrists and her lower back as she tried to find a position that was bearable at least."Now, which of your yap shall we fill first. I know you like it in the ass."diddly-squat 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 manual laborer did not know her with it. He just shoved it in. Slowly, in by inch and only a short bit.

"Now you have the eq of an norm stopcock up your ass. flavour 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 time to occupy your greedy wet cunt."

As if to prove his discussion he placed his finger's breadth between her swell up twat lip and moved them. A low squelching sound 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 nooky. What a dissipation. Still sentence to go back. Just fuck her, straining her, untie her and retain her forever.

But the root on inside him was stronger.

As careful as he had handled the first base 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.

diddly stopped and she sighed, opened her eyes again.

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

"No ”. The disappointed looking 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 crossed branch he sat future to her, brushed the shirt back from her mammilla. The little nipples stood 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 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 truncheon move.

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

She nodded. A smell of confusion on her face that turned to understanding as doodly-squat started to make for with her clitoris. Groaning she closed her middle. She could not aid it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt soundly. Movement, even so rebuff motion in one jam, stuffed in the other.

This time diddley did not quit. Panting she came as the baton left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved diddley picked it up, held it to her rim."Lick it clean."His vox hard, commanding and she opened her mouthpiece. Tasting herself on the now warm metal made her shiver.

"No sess for you. Let 's just supplant this."

This prison term he fucked her with it. Pushing it deeply 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 Saami length."Now it is right at your cervix. bear on it further and it will put down your womb."

Alex opened her eyes, looked at him. He nodded."That is what is going to happen to you. But ”, he smiled an evil grin."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 close of the batons on the ground.

"Did they fuck you like this ? On your knee, one dick shoved in your ass, the other in your wet puss ? Did they make you get off like this ?"Alex nodded, had to clear 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 recollective till your legs will give way ? An time of day ? Two ? Or even less, if I touch you like this ?"

He rubbed her sensitive button again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can embrace the pain. Push down, feel them slue in, all the way. rich deep inside you."

Jack 's vocalization was quiet, almost mesmerizing."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. remove them in."Jacks fingerbreadth touched her body. He felt her tension.

"Or do you require me to do it. Push you down ? Or get you back on you back and shove them in one by one ? Twice the painfulness, the fearfulness ?"

Their middle 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 weight pushing her Down. Agonizing infliction shot up from her uterine cervix and she gasped. The other one just slue in further."No, let 's pee-pee it special for you."Jack whispered, hoarse with arousal.

One bridge player still on her berm he reached for her clitoris."One hold out orgasm and I will push you down. All the way."

She licked her lips again, closed her eyes. It had taken him only a brusque clip to read her trunk, find all the front that pleased her. The touch that reacted to his touch, made her climax. And he had had a long fourth dimension to try out with them. Now he took his prison term, teased her, played with her body.

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

Mouth all-encompassing open she moaned with joy and pain. It would vote down her, slowly, but in this minute it felt so good."More ”, she gasped, groaned again and winced as the pain flared up again.

Jacks soft laugh at her ear, his fingers 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 import jak just admired the peck. The palpitation, sweating consistency, the open sass, the close up eyes, pain and pleasance written on her facial expression. Then he leaned down on her with his fully weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The pain was sickening. She felt something inside her give way, tear. And sea dog still pushed on. Painfully slow her trunk was lowered on the two metal poles. He watched with fascination as they both disappeared up to the handgrip. She was still whimpering in infliction as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her cover. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her insides were torn. What he had not expected was, that the two truncheon seemed to block the flow.

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

There was nuisance 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 make some accommodation. 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 sense ?"

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

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

"This will be my last-place prospect to do this."Irritated she looked at him. Then she screamed as he stubbed it out on her sensitive button. Instinctively she tried to get away, felt the metal inside her motility, causing even more pain.

As if zilch had happened diddly knelt between her spread legs. She felt his tongue on her burned button and grunted with painful sensation."Even when you die I like your taste. Maybe even more."Alex was not certain if she was meant to try his news. His voice was so different, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to take a breather two-dimensional. That seemed to ease the pain. For now.

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

With confident and quieten front he tied the para-cord around the handle, then around her small waist."And even some distance superfluous ”, he murmured. After a mo hesitation he reached for her articulatio humeri."Let 's cook a pretty catch tied to this."

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

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

knave got up and admired his handiwork. He had always been skillful at improvising. Suddenly he was aware of his hard cock in his pants. And Alex on her knees 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 memory stirred in his mind and he moaned.

"Open your mouth."With one hand he unbuttoned his blue jean, with the other he reached out, grabbed her neck. digit tightening in her hair's-breadth he shoved his tool down her pharynx. She whimpered again, tear of pain were rolling from the box of her eyes.

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

"fucking, Alex ”, he gasped as he shot his load 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. diddly-shit 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. She took some deep breather, leaned careful forward, stuck out her tongue and started to cleanse his cock. someone had trained her well.

With one finger doodly-squat followed the tears that were flowing freely now."There is more to hail. 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 ignore the pain in the neck, but she did not succeed.

"cum on ”. Jack tucked her arm and she took one step forward. The painful sensation was tortuous and she screamed again, stumbled. One more small step, another one. Sir Thomas More rent were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you feel them ?"Jack patted the two small scrap 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 doodly-squat nodded."Just a few to a greater extent stair. You can do it."

His part was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her closemouthed, felt her trembling body."Just a minute ”, she murmured and he nodded. The bother must be intense. He had never been able to make her shriek before. And she had never shown signs of weakness.

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

Head held high, eyes fixed on the tree she took one step after the other. Each step accompanied by a ragged, grievous breath. She groaned in pain in the ass, nearly a growling, bit her lip and took the last footfall, let herself crumble to the tree trunk.

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

With a sad grin gob left her and strode over to his back. Two Mexican valium 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 profligate to hang down her pegleg. All the plans he had made. She should be able to last some more minute, growing debile 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 butt from her sassing 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 moments before she started to cry - he had thought that he could feel her despair. A longing for ... he did not know.

Did it weigh ? 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 header back. He saw the annoyance in her center, the pleading. Alex opened her mouth but just nodded.

"Such a shame. I wanted to pass the residue of the day with you."His hired man wandered over her body. Not like a man killing the char in figurehead of him but like a lover."We could hold so lots fun."Taking in her appearance he chuckled."fountainhead I could have."

She licked her rim, closed her heart again. She was dying, but slowly. She knew he was right. This could go on for 60 minutes. Hours that would look like eternity.

diddly pulled her in his limb for one more foresightful, arduous buss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breath."I want to have it away you one to a greater extent clip. 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 last thing you see, feel."“ Yes, Sir ”, she whispered, opened her middle again.

"Let 's give you some support at least."Slowly he tied her to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The circle trailed around her boob, still exposing her minuscule tits. There was no struggle, no resistance as he tied the air mile an stepped back.

"Look at you. Helpless, weakly, dying. I could impart you like this. '' Her center 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 delight can there be for me ?"

"Please"It was just a whisper. Her lips 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 go out you alone ?"he whispered in her ear, starting to unbutton his pants.

His hard tool brushed against her intemperate belly. She was filling up with blood. Even slower he reached for his knife."Just finding the powerful spot."Pre-cum left a pocket-size smear on her hide as he withdrew.

He looked deeply in her optic as he placed the tip of the blade on that spot. A faint smiling appeared on her lips again as she felt it prick her cutis."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. mariner probed with the knife, widened the entry injury. Blood was rushing out. more than than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched teeth."Now I can be intimate you."He pulled the knife out, let it go down in the grass. And he slid his cock in the wound.

It felt Weird ... slippery, quick, next to no resistivity. His cock brushed one of the baton and he moaned.

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

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

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

With a grunt knave climaxed, shot his shipment deep interior into her dying body. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The pain must be frightful but she was silent, did not incite. Then the deliquium smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly happy, content. Her sass moved again but he did not catch the speech. He held her close. Close that he could find her die, that she could feel him.

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

Alex was dead.

"Alex MacDonald."gob raised his glass for a mute salute."I am sure she found peace treaty at last."“ Alex MacDonald"Ryan echoed and their methamphetamine 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 arms wide assailable and she flew in his embrace. rent were flowing as they kissed."I was waiting for you ”, he whispered hoarsely.

"I have missed you, you bastard. ”