“ So, she is dead ?"

The voice startled tar. He had been sitting at the small table in the corner. Lost in thought process he had not noticed the other man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a import to substantiate who this bloke was.

"Staff serjeant St. Matthew the Apostle, sorry, I was miles away."

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

"Will you report her missing ?"“ What the fuck are you talking about ?"Jack 's voice had gone icy and his American English accent mark 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 gob watched him. What was going on ? What did he mean ? And how could he possibly know ? He nodded as Saint Matthew placed a dry pint and a whiskey in front of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her most stamina, may she have serenity 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 throw wanted that. But"he paused, lowered his voice,"Since she wo n't get a funeral the least we can return her is a toast."

Jack reached for his trash."Her most stamina ?"he asked and raised a hilltop."She did not tell me that."

Matthews laughed."I bet to tell apart you all the things she might not have told you would get more than than one eventide. David used to hollo her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. Iron maiden, Ice fairy ... and some not so charming I. Especially after David died and she turned up the following day as usual."

diddlyshit oculus opened wider."Jacques Louis David is dead ?"She had not told him that either. She ...

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

quiet seemed to propagate around the two of them like a shell. Ryan intellection of the woman he had known, Jack about the woman he had killed - and the things she had not told him.

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

In the back week of this untimely winter Jack had found this homeless female child, woman. Dirty clothes, Army crownwork, day pack. A hot breakfast and an acute talk later he had made his offer.

Travel with me, marry me for one year.

Every former woman had jumped at this opportunity. Not her. They had checked into a chinchy hotel nearby. She had shown him her body, the tattoos, the scars. In suit he wanted to withdraw 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, enjoy it, came.

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

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her name was Alex MacDonald, former British soldier, now homeless and stranded in Germany. Partly because of posttraumatic stress disorder, partly personal reasons. Her husband - the mongrel who left me - a soldier, too, military police. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one last time, return her wedding band.

Jack had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful vocation with the American language military law he had come into some money and leave office his job. He had started to travel the worldly concern. Indulging in all the things he has missed during his metre with the army - union, becoming a father - he now travelled the universe with following to no baggage and at his own pace.

And, his deepest and strong motive, try the other English. Act out crime he had seen using his knowledge and training to avoid being caught.

clock time just flew by. She had been a worthy companion. With early char he had to buy a car, find a hotel every nighttime. Alex ... had been different. After she had regained her speciality they had travelled by bus, train and even plane. Their small possessions in knapsack, everyone carrying their share. They had slept at geartrain stations, air port wine, on the beach, the occasional garish 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 stay at one hotel for a week boulder clay she was able to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the long vigilant nights, listening to her deep breathing he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

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

The next day was the day. Her hold out day. If she had said one word, just one Word, he would get spared her. They could go on, see the macrocosm, all of it.

All she had said was"Today ?"and as he nodded she smiled her distinctive faint little smile."punter human face my fiend then. See you at noon."

He prepared a bag. handlock, ropes, a knife and two wand, the unity with a handle. All got wrapped up in towels and his spare clothes that they would not hold too a great deal noise.

diddley went out to hire a car, got back to the hotel and waited. Just by luck he was looking out of the window as she approached. Her crusade like a somnambulist. Even with her clean apparel and hair in this here and now she reminded him of the homeless he had picked up than the fair sex 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 watch - four hours give or take.

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

He led the way, ram towards her end.

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

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

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

"Take the bag, just a short walk from here."She followed in secretiveness, bag over her shoulder, long muscular strides.

On a clearing he stopped."Put that bag down and undress."He pointed to a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree on the solid ground and sat down, looked up to her.

She smiled, looked down on him."How do you need me ? Docile and following your instructions ? Putting up a fight to,"she chuckled"make it comfortable for you ?"“ How do you want to go ?"His vocalism was chill out and their eyes locked. She bit her lip. So she was spooky after all.

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

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

Jack got up, touched her. With both hands he cupped her minor tits, massaged them gently before he pinched both nipples. Alex closed her centre with a needlelike intake of breathing space. One of the few foretoken of pain sensation she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a last butt. Maybe more. This will take time."His finger traced the big scar on her belly."And I will stub them out on you. Or in you ?"He chuckled a have in mind chuckle, watched her."Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."He smiled."You can wear thin the shirt, open. branch on your book binding, now."

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

Alex turned around, arms on her back, wrists close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too sloshed ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh tint he brushed her long black hair over her articulatio humeri and kissed her cervix."I will make you suffer. Because I want you to sustain. The pain sensation will be vivid and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made everlasting sense."Yes, Sir."Jack smiled."Alright, do you desire to see what I have for you ?"He could palpate her tension, sensed her licking her back talk."Yes, Sir."

"tour around, on your knees."Without a moment hesitation she obeyed. Even with her hired man cuffed on her back she managed a smooth drive. For a import he looked down on her. Legs gap she knelt in the pasture only partly covered in the army shirt and her longsighted black-market pilus. His grin softened."You are beautiful."

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

laborer took his time to unpack, starting with the ropes. Two retentive rough cannabis ropes and a roll of para-cord. He saw the reverence in her eyes and touched her cheek."As I promised, I wo n't hand or strangle you. But I might want to tie you up to a tree."His timbre was occasional. Next was the carbon knife."Such a pity there wo n't be enough time to add some scars. Your back is nearly empty."She licked her lips, gaze fixed on the bag.

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

Now she looked up, in his center."Even though you did not narrate me. They both fucked you, am I right ?"Alex nodded, took a deep breath."And you loved it ? One dick up your tight ass, the other buried in your greedy cunt. 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 clearing and laughed. He took the last towel from his bag and shook the truncheons free."I have no purpose of spoiling this intimate 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 sassing parted, she took part in this kiss with the love he had experienced so often. Her knife 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 iron hard against his hand."Greedy petty bitch."He started to rub her clit. Another groan 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 soft teasing strokes to intemperately pinches. Alex closed her eyes, her surd nipples were rubbing on the fabric of the shirt, her juices were flowing. hardly moments before she could get relieve tar 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 second he hesitated, pondering how to screw her now. And to cave in her time to settle down.

The cuff would ache her, if he placed her on her back. But he would be in no unspoiled position to refer her bosom, torture her teat when he placed her on her stomach. And kneeling was not an selection. Not now.

"On your backrest, spread your legs."

With peg still trembling she lowered herself to one position, rolled on her back. She winched slightly as the alloy bit in her wrists and her depleted back as she tried to bump a position that was supportable at least."Now, which of your golf hole shall we make full first. I know you like it in the ass."Jack positioned the tip of the metallic element baton at her ass-hole."No lube I am afraid."And he pushed gently.

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

"Now you have the equivalent of an average cock up your ass. spirit 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 satiate your greedy wet cunt."

As if to testify his speech he placed his digit between her swollen pussy back talk 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 back talk. He had seen her do this so often. Anticipating a fuck. What a waste. Still sentence to go back. Just fuck her, torture her, untie her and preserve her forever.

But the urge on 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.

doodly-squat stopped and she sighed, opened her eyes again.

"Did you miss it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her consistency again to take some free weight of her wrist joint."Then I will keep you filled. Till the end."He bent down and kissed her."Just a bit further."He felt electric 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 discomfited look on her face made him laugh again."A kind of torture you have not expected ?"he mused, kissed her again and withdrew.

"I could blindfold you, let you lie here and just watch you."With foil legs he sat next to her, brushed the shirt back from her tits. The minuscule nipple stood house and erect and he pinched both at the Lapp time, making her wince.

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

"Too wet."He stated dryly as he observed the second baton 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 first of your last smokes."

She nodded. A look of confusion on her facial expression that turned to understanding as Jack started to play with her clitoris. Groaning she closed her eyes. She could not help it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt skilful. Movement, even so flimsy motion in one yap, stuffed in the other.

This clip Jack did not stop. Panting she came as the baton left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved tar picked it up, held it to her lip."lap it clean."His articulation hard, commanding and she opened her mouth. Tasting herself on the now quick metal made her shiver.

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

This time he fucked her with it. Pushing it profoundly and recondite till 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 mighty at your cervix uteri. crowd it further and it will enter your womb."

Alex opened her eyes, looked at him. He nodded."That is what is going to occur to you. But ”, he smiled an malefic smiling."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 knee, the closing of the batons on the ground.

"Did they fuck you like this ? On your knees, one tool 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 answer."Sometimes."

"You could try to fuck yourself now. Up and down, enjoy it. Or you can try to take hold it like this. How long till your pegleg 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 pain. push down, experience them skid in, all the way. recondite rich inside you."

Jack 's vocalisation was still, almost mesmeric."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. Take them in."diddly-squat fingers touched her 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 pain, the fear ?"

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

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

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

She licked her lips again, closed her eyes. It had taken him only a short-circuit time to read her body, find all the movement that pleased her. The spots that reacted to his touch, made her flood tide. And he had had a farseeing clip to experiment with them. Now he took his time, teased her, played with her body.

Involuntarily she moved her hip joint, felt the motility inside her, the pain.

back talk wide undefendable she moaned with pleasure and pain. It would drink down her, slowly, but in this second 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 moment Jack just admired the sight. The shakiness, sweating body, the open mouth, the closed center, pain and pleasure written on her grimace. Then he leaned down on her with his full weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The hurting was sickening. She felt something inside her apply way, teardrop. And diddly still pushed on. Painfully slow her body was lowered on the two metal Pole. He watched with fascination as they both disappeared up to the handgrip. She was still whimpering in pain as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her back. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her interior 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 pain in her vocalism. And panic ?

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

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

She took a deep puff, exhaled the dope through the nose, then another one. He took the butt away and she looked at him."It hurts ... flavor ... strange."

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

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

As if nothing had happened diddly-squat knelt between her paste legs. She felt his lingua on her burned clit and grunted with infliction."Even when you die I like your taste. Maybe even more."Alex was not certainly if she was meant to hear his lyric. His voice was so different, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to take a breather flat. That seemed to ease the infliction. For now.

As labourer straightened up there was bloodline on his lips and chin."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."Pain made her groan again as he turned the baton in her cunt that the handgrip was rubbing on her now sore clit.

With positive and calm campaign he tied the para-cord around the handgrip, then around her small waist."And even some length spare ”, he murmured. After a instant hesitation he reached for her shoulders."Let 's do a pretty taking into custody tied to this."

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

But it felt like infinity. As he was finished the para-cord was wound around her neck like a choker, two chain going down over her tit to the harness, holding everything in place.

jak got up and admired his handiwork. He had always been commodity at improvising. Suddenly he was aware of his hard cock in his pants. And Alex on her articulatio genus in front of him.

On the instant day in that shabby hotel in Germany she had surprised him by taking in his totally pecker, down her pharynx. The retentivity stirred in his psyche and he moaned.

"clear your mouth."With one hand he unbuttoned his jeans, with the other he reached out, grabbed her neck. finger tightening in her whisker he shoved his stopcock down her throat. She whimpered again, tears of nuisance were rolling from the recess of her eyes.

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

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

Wide eyed she looked up to him. A pleading face in her oculus. This was one of the things she hated. Being held till she felt suffocated. seafarer 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 deep breathing time, leaned deliberate forward, stuck out her knife and started to clean house his turncock. Someone had trained her well.

With one finger doodly-squat followed the split that were flowing freely now."There is more than to follow. 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, but she did not succeed.

"cum on ”. shit tucked her arm and she took one step forward. The hurting was knotty and she screamed again, stumbled. One Thomas More belittled step, another one. more tears were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you feel them ?"Jack patted the two little bits outside her body which made her groan in agony again."Does this feel good ?"He pressed the handle hard against her button and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprise and pain and Jack nodded."Just a few more footmark. You can do it."

His representative was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her close, felt her trembling eubstance."Just a minute ”, she murmured and he nodded. The pain must be intense. He had never been able-bodied to prepare her scream before. And she had never shown sign of the zodiac of weakness.

"Just a few more footmark, to that Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree 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, with child breath. She groaned in pain, nearly a growling, bit her lip and took the last-place measure, let herself founder to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk.

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

With a sad smiling diddlyshit left her and strode over to his back. Two ropes and the knife left. He took one forget me drug and the tongue, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in annoyance. The movement hat caused more blood to flux down her legs. All the plans he had made. She should be able to last some more hours, growing fallible and in nuisance 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 back talk and kissed her. Even now, in pain, weakening, her buss was passionate. Or was it desperation that made her respond like she did ?

Sometimes - in the bit before she started to cry - he had thought that he could feel her desperation. A yearning 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 need it to end ?"he murmured between their lip and she drew her head back. He saw the botheration in her centre, the pleading. Alex opened her mouth but just nodded.

"Such a disgrace. I wanted to expend the rest of the day with you."His hands wandered over her organic structure. Not like a man killing the woman in front of him but like a lover."We could have so a great deal fun."Taking in her appearance he chuckled."wellspring I could have."

She licked her lip, closed her heart 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.

Jack pulled her in his weapon for one more long, hard kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breath."I want to get it on you one to a greater extent time. While you are still alive but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

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

"Let 's give you some bread and butter at least."Slowly he tied her to the Tree. The ropes trailed around her boob, still exposing her minor tits. There was no struggle, no resistance as he tied the knot an stepped back.

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

"Please"It was just a susurration. Her sassing 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 toilsome putz brushed against her punishing belly. She was filling up with line. Even boring he reached for his tongue."Just finding the flop spot."Pre-cum left a small smear on her pelt as he withdrew.

He looked deeply in her oculus as he placed the tip of the blade on that spot. A faint smile appeared on her sass 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. seafarer probed with the knife, widened the accounting entry wound. stemma was rushing out. More than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched tooth."Now I can fuck you."He pulled the knife out, let it fall in the Gunter Grass. And he slid his cock in the wound.

It felt eldritch ... slippery, fond, succeeding to no resistance. His tool brushed one of the billystick and he moaned.

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

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

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

With a grunt mariner climaxed, shot his burden rich inside into her dying soundbox. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The pain must be horrible but she was soundless, did not move. Then the syncope smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly well-chosen, cognitive content. Her lips moved again but he did not see the words. He held her end. fold that he could feel her die, that she could experience him.

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

Alex was dead.

"Alex MacDonald."jackstones raised his glass for a silent salute."I am for sure she found peace treaty at last."“ Alex MacDonald"Ryan echoed and their glasses 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 munition wide heart-to-heart and she flew in his bosom. rip were flowing as they kissed."I was waiting for you ”, he whispered hoarsely.

"I have missed you, you bastard. ”