Overload
Chapter 1
Christine Nguyen pushed the magazine into her weapon and she nodded at the range master.
“You ready,” the man asked, and Christine nodded again. “Well all right then, here we go.”
Lights strobed and loud, raucous music suddenly blared out over the obstacle course. “What the hell,” Christine asked.
“Something wrong,” the range master asked.
Christine looked at the man. “What’s with the freakin’ light show,” she asked.
The man shrugged, his image looking strangely disjointed in the staccato lighting. “We don’t always get what we expect, agent,” the man said, “and please do remember, this is a timed exercise.”
Christine looked at the the man and she shook her head in disbelief but then she looked back at the course and her hand tightened once more on the grip of the weapon before she moved out onto the course.
Her body moved and flowed with the ebb and flow of the course. The range master was right, she told herself. You didn’t always get what you expected, but it didn’t really matter, she could do this.
Her gun fired and down went one target. Her gun fired again and another target fell by the wayside.
She rounded a corner and almost fired before her mind recognized that the silouettes in front of her weren’t bad guys.
She moved on through the course and finally came out the back end. She holstered her weapon and she called out, “Done.”
The strobe lights stopped and for a moment, the course was dark before the regular lighting suddenly came back on.
Her handler came up to her. “Good job,” he said which for him was high praise indeed. “Seven shots. One target was a shoulder shot though. Probably should have used a second shot on him.”
“I know,” Christine agreed. “Target three.”
“That’s the one, but other that that, you did well.”
“Thanks.”
“You don’t need to thank me. You earned it.”
Christine nodded.
“And that means you’re ready for the next level,” the man told her.
Christine nodded again but this time, she shivered, too. She knew what the next level was. They were going to try to break her and they were very good at what they did.
“Go home and get some rest,” the handler told her. “You’re going to need it.”
Christine nodded. There wasn’t anything else to say so she just left the training facility but all the way home, she couldn’t help but wonder what they were going to do to her. She’d heard stories, of course, but she was uncertain how much stock to put into any of those.
The test was simple. At the start of her training, she’d been given a code phrase and she’d been told never to reveal that phrase to anyone. It was that code phrase that her interrogators were going to try to extract from her, and it was her safety mechanism. If the interrogations ever got to be too intense, all she had to do was say the phrase, and the interrogations would stop.
It was late at night when Christine parked her car in its parking slot. Actually, early in the morning, Christine corrected herself. She’d never understood why the trainings were done at such odd hours but she was told that this was the way it had to be and since she was sure that was all the answer she was ever going to get, she accepted the answer for what it was.
She scanned the parking lot as she got out of her car. It was a practiced skill, something she’d learned early on. If there was a threat here, she didn’t see it, but even if she didn’t see it, that didn’t mean it didn’t exist.
Christine moved on into the building. At this hour, there was no one in the hallway and that of course, was just the way it should be.
She pushed her apartment door open.
She was just a moment too late. Whatever it was that caught her, it knocked her out almost instantaneously.
When she came to, she knew almost immediately that she was still in her apartment. Whoever had done this to her hadn’t even bothered to move her from where she’d fallen but her arms and legs were certainly very well bound and she wore a gag as well.
“I see someone’s awake,” she heard a man say.
She craned her neck to look up at the man. “Who are you,” she spat.
The man just smiled but it wasn’t the sort of smile that gave Christine any sort of warmth or encouragement. “I’m surprised at you,” the man said. “They said you were smart. They said you knew I’d be coming.”
“I don’t know who you are,” Christine said.
“Of course you don’t,” the man said. “That would be weird, but you do know what I’m here for.”
“What?”
“I want that phrase.”
“What phrase?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, girl. You know what phrase I want. It was the one they gave you at the start of training. You can make this easy on yourself and you can give it to me now. Heck, you got a cute, little body. You give me what I want and I’ll even put in a good word for you with your superiors.”
It was starting, Christine realized. They hadn’t even waited for her to get home and get a good night’s sleep. “I’m not telling you anything,” Christine said.
“Would you listen to her,” the man said as if he was talking to someone else. “Listen to her, all full of bravado, but I don’t mind. I rather like breaking the tight, little cunts. I like showing them just how easy it is for them to be broken. What do you think about that?”
“Go fuck yourself,” Christine said with more bravado than she was really feeling.
“Would you listen to her,” the man said. “I’ll tell you what, honey. How about I fuck you instead.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
The man just grinned. “Honey, don’t get so stuck up about it. If I wanted to, I could have you begging to have my cock inside you.”
Christine would have said something else but it was only then that she noticed the needle in the man’s hand. “What’s that,” she asked.
“This? Honey, this is something to make you a little bit more willing to talkative.”
Truth serum. That wasn’t fair, Christine thought. Sure, the enemy might use it, but this was supposed to be a test of how well she could hold up under interrogation. Truth serum was cheating.
The man just laughed. He seemed to know exactly what Christine was thinking. “Don’t worry. This isn’t truth serum,” he told her, “but there are other ways of making you talk,” and with that, he pushed the needle into Christine’s arm.
“There you go,” the man said. “Now, we’ll just wait.”
What was it, Christine wondered. What had he injected her with. Whatever it was, it wasn’t fair. This wasn’t a fair fight.
Of course, that was the whole point. It wasn’t supposed to be a fair fight, but still, there wasn’t supposed to be drugs. She tried to struggle but her bonds just held her all that much tighter.
The man just laughed at her struggles. “Go ahead and struggle,” he told her. “That’ll just make the drug get in your system all that much faster.”
Christine stopped struggling and then she chastised herself. Maybe that was what he wanted her to do. She struggled again but to no avail. She looked up at the man and she glared at him. “Let me go, you creep.”
The man just smiled even broader. “Anger works too. I like that.”
Fuck him, Christine thought, and once more, she thrashed around on the floor.
The man smiled. “You just wait here,” he said.
As if she had a choice, Christine thought. “This isn’t fair,” she whimpered.
“Life’s hardly fair,” the man told her, “but don’t you worry. I don’t think you’ll mind what you’re about to become.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
The man didn’t even stay and watch. He just disappeared off somewhere into Christine’s apartment. She thought he was in her bedroom but the truth was she just couldn’t be sure.
Wherever he’d been, he came out to where Christine was still trussed up on the floor. “How you doing there,” he asked.
“Fuck you,” Christine groaned, but the problem was as much as she wanted to, she just couldn’t seem to put any energy into those words.
If the man was upset by her words, he gave no indication of it. He just moved past Christine’s body and stepped into the kitchen where he opened up the refrigerator. “Damn, you don’t have anything in here I’d want to eat.”
Good, Christine thought. He could fucking starve for all she cared.
The man closed the refrigerator and moved onto the cupboards. “You need to get some better food in here,” he said again. “You can’t live on crap like this.”
Fuck you, Christine thought.
Of course, I’ll bet I know what you want.
Fuck you.
The man knelt down and Christine could see he had his cock out. “I’ll bet you want some of this, don’t you.”
No, Christine wanted to answer. No.
The man took her gag down. “Come on,” the man said. “You know you want to.”
Christine shook her head.
The man pressed his cock against her lips. “Come on. Be a good girl. Suck my cock.”
Christine had meant to say no but for some reason, her lips parted and she was taking the man’s cock inside her lips.
“That’s a good girl,” the man said, “and just think, it’s going to be even better when you take my cock inside your cunt.”
She should have said no, Christine said, but instead, she just sucked his cock.
“Look at you go,” the man taunted her. “You must have really been hungry for cock, weren’t you?”
Even if she’d wanted to, she wouldn’t have been allowed to stop, and in a way, she took comfort from that. If she couldn’t stop herself, then why beat herself up over something that was out of her control.
“I’m going to cum,” the man told her. “I’m going to cum in your little cock sucking mouth, “but you can stop it if you want. All you have to do is tell me what the phrase is. Tell me what the phrase is and we can make this stop.”
Christine would have shaken her head if she could but he never gave her a chance to speak. He just kept fucking her mouth.
“Come on,” he taunted her. “Tell me the phrase.”
Even if she’d wanted to do it, he wasn’t going to let her do it. She knew what he was trying to do. It was part of her training. He was trying to show her who was in control. Once she accepted that, she’d be easier to break, but knowing that, she knew it wouldn’t work. He could cum in her mouth but he wasn’t going to control her.
“You can do it. Tell me the phrase.”
Christine said nothing.
“All right then. I guess little girl wants to taste my cum,” and then as if to put actions to his words, the man grunted as he started to cum.
“Look at that,” the man said when he was finally done. “Little girl must have been hungry for cock, wasn’t she. Doesn’t surprise me with all the crap you have here but we know what you like to eat.”
Now he was trying to demean her for making her do what she wouldn’t have done in the first place, and calling her little girl, that was meant to emphasize just how little control she really did have.
“Let’s leave you here,” the man said. “Let’s leave you here and let you think about just what a slut you’ve become, and then we can start all over again.
Yeah, that was what he wanted. He wanted her to think about what he’d made her do. He wanted her to think about the fact that he could make her do it again. This was all classic stuff but she wasn’t going to fall for his trap.
Only, that was easier said than done because the physical evidence of what they’d done was still in her mouth and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t rid herself of the taste.
That was what he wanted, Christine realized. He wanted her to try to get rid of it because the more she tried, the more she’d fixate on what he’d done to her. The trick was to accept it. He’d cum in her mouth. So what. He’d cum in her mouth but he still didn’t control her.
Only that wasn’t so easy to do. Every time she tried to tell herself that, there was a part of her that said he’d made her suck his cock.
He was back again. “So, how’s little girl doing,” the man said. “Does she want to suck another big, fat cock again?”
Christine shook her head before she realized her mistake. She was letting him control the conversation.
“No,” the man said. “No. Little girl doesn’t want that, but little girl is such a good, little cock sucker. But if little girl doesn’t want that, that must mean little girl wants something else.”
Don’t answer him, Christine told herself. Don’t answer him because that’s just what he wants you to do.
“I think after her little cock sucking episode, I think we can both agree that little girl is one eager, little slut.
No, Christine told herself. Don’t agree with him. That’s just what he wants you to do.
“I’ll bet little girl still wants to suck my cock. After all, she did such a good job of it before.”
He was complimenting her. It was a trick. He wanted to tell her how good she was so she’d think he was on her side.
“So if little girl doesn’t want to suck my cock, that must mean there’s something else she has in mind instead.”
Christine didn’t like the sound of that.
“Maybe little girl wants to get her pussy fucked.”
Christine shook her head no.
“No? Then maybe little girl wants to give me the code phrase instead?”
Again, Christine shook her head no.
“That must mean little girl wants to get her pussy fucked more than she wants to give up that phrase. That must mean little girl really is a little, fucking slut.
No. It was a false argument, Christine tried to tell herself. The two conditions weren’t equatable and yet somehow in her mind, they were.
The man was stroking her cunt and Christine couldn’t help but moan. She was wet down there. Why was she wet down there?
“I think little girl needs to get her pussy fucked.”
Yes. No, the answer was no.
“What about it, little girl. Do you want to get your pussy fucked?”
She wanted to say no but even as the answer formed itself in her mind, she felt the man’s cock against her cunt.
“What about it,” the man asked again. “Do you want to get your pussy fucked?”
“No,” she whimpered.
“No? Really?” The man pushed his cock between her lips and then he pulled it back again. “Would you listen to her. Little girl thinks she’s in control here. Now, let me ask you again. Do you want to get your pussy fucked?”
“No,” Christine said in a near whisper.
Once again, the man’s cock pushed its way into her pussy and once again, it pulled itself back. “You and I both know what you want,” he told her, “and you and I both know it’s only a matter of time before you surrender yourself to me. It’s only a matter of how long you want to make yourself wait. Now, I’ll ask you again. Do you want to get your pussy fucked?”
Christine knew what her pussy needed but she said nothing.
Once again, that cock entered her. Once again, it pulled back. “You don’t get what you want until you admit what you want. Do you want to get your pussy fucked?”
She almost said yes. God, what was wrong with her. But even if she said yes, it wasn’t like she was giving in, was it?
Once again, that cock entered her. Once again, it pulled out.
Christine whimpered. She couldn’t give in, but her pussy was so wet. What would it hurt, she asked herself. What would it hurt if she got her pussy fucked.
“Do you want to get your pussy fucked?”
“Yes-s-s-s,” she softly moaned.
“What was that? I’m not sure I heard you, little girl. What did you say you wanted?”
It was a trick. Christine knew he was trying to do. He wanted to make her say she wanted something from him but now that she’d said it, now, it was harder to take it back.
“What did you say you wanted?”
Christine moaned. Fine, she’d say it. She knew she was making a mistake but she said it anyway. “I want you to fuck me.”
The man’s cock entered her and the man’s cock pulled back but this time, he didn’t leave her pussy. This time, he pushed his way back inside. “I knew you’d give in,” he said.
He was right, Christine told herself. She had given in, but it was only this once, and it wouldn’t happen again, and yet even as she tried to tell herself that, she couldn’t help but think that she was lying to herself.
And besides, it was so hard to think with the man’s cock between her legs.
No, she couldn’t want this, she told herself. No. It wasn’t right.
The man was groaning now. “You’ve got a pretty, tight pussy there,” he told her, “too tight for your own good.”
Christine had no idea what that meant but whatever it meant, she wasn’t sure she liked the implication behind it.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again.
There was no doubt about it. Christine could feel it happening. The man was cumming between her legs and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do to stop him.
The man pulled out. He didn’t ask Christine about phrases or anything else. He just stood and looked down at her. “We’ll just let that sink in,” he told her, “and then we’ll get back to it again in the morning. Now don’t you even think about running off,” he told her in what was an obvious inference to the fact that he was still leaving her tied up, “oh and by the way, pleasant dreams.”
Christine would have kicked him if she could but the best she could manage was to flail helplessly on the floor of her apartment.
The next morning when she woke, she could still feel the man’s cum between her legs but somewhere during the middle of the night, she’d been untied and her hands had been retied above her head. She could move her arms and legs now and she could sit up instead of being forced to lie down but there was no doubt that she was still a prisoner in her own home. Still, what pissed her off the most was that the man who’d captured her had spent the night in her bed.
The man looked down at her. “Did you have a good night’s sleep,” he asked.
Christine said nothing but she glared at the man.
The man laughed at her reaction. “Don’t be like that,” he told her. “It wasn’t my fault that you didn’t want to give up the phrase. By the way, if you tell it to me now, I can let you go. Hell, I can even tell your superiors what a wonderful job you did holding out on me. So what do you say? Are you going to give me the phrase?”
Christine shook her head.
The man laughed. “You figure you’re being tough, do you? Well, don’t worry. I’ll break you.”
Christine said nothing but on the inside, she was telling herself that she wasn’t going to let him break her.
The man produced a syringe that looked vaguely like the one he’d used the day before. “I hate using stuff like this, but sometimes, you have to.”
Christine shook her head as the man came at her again. With her legs free, at least she could fight back, or at least that’s what she thought, but despite her efforts, in no time at all, the man had her pinned with his hand around her throat. “That will be enough of that,” he told her. “I’m not supposed to hurt you,” he said, “but accidents happen all the time in training exercises. Now stop struggling or I will hurt you.”
Christine didn’t stop struggling until the man’s hand tightened around her throat. Only then, did she decide to submit.
“That’s a good girl,” the man said. “Now this won’t hurt a bit,” he said and with that, he injected the contents of the syringe into Christine’s arm. He got up and looked down at her. “Now, we’ll just let that sink in before we get started again.”
Christine would have kicked him if she could have but he was too quick for that and he just laughed at her attempt.
He’d almost gotten her the day before, Christine told herself. This day, she was going to have to be better but at least this time, she had a full night’s rest and at least this time, she had some idea of what was coming but she was still pissed off about the drugs. They weren’t supposed to use those.
What was taking him so long? Christine knew it was a mind game but just because she knew it didn’t mean it didn’t work. He was making her wait. He wanted her to get bored. If she was bored, she was more likely to let something slip.
But there were tricks she could play, too, tricks she could use to keep her mind sharp. That was what she needed. She needed focus and she needed to be very, very careful when she said anything at all.
She had no idea how long much time had passed before the man approached her again. It was another trick. She knew that but she was ready for that, too. What she wasn’t ready for was the fact that the man was naked when he approached her.
“I think we should start up with where we left off yesterday.”
Uh oh, Christine thought.
“We’ve already determined that you’ll suck cock and we’ve determined that you want to get your pussy fucked.”
We did not, Christine wanted to say, and yet she knew what she’d done.
“I’ll bet your pussy’s wet just thinking about what we’re going to do today.”
Christine shook her head but she knew she could feel it. Her pussy was wet. Why was her pussy wet.
By the end of the day, you’re going to be begging to tell me what I want to know, if only I’ll keep on fucking you.
Christine groaned. This was wrong. This was wrong. This was so wrong.
The man squatted over her and his dick was inches from her face. “Let’s see what you can do with this,” he said even as he pushed the head of his cock against her lips.
Christine’s lips parted. She should say no, she told herself. She should say no but her pussy was so wet.
“Yeah. I know what you need, don’t I?”
No, Christine wanted to say. No, but there was a part of her that feared the man was exactly right.
The man pulled his cock free. “You’re a pretty damned good cock sucker, but we both know that’s not what you really want, is it?”
Christine had no choice but to look up at him.
“We both know what you want,” the man said. “You want to get fucked, but I’m not in the mood for any of the games we played yesterday so you’ve got yourself one chance. You’ve got only one chance to answer this question right. Do you want to get your pussy fucked?”
She knew what the answer was but she knew what she was supposed to say. Her pussy was so wet, but she was supposed to say no. Her pussy was so wet, but ... but ...
“I can’t.”
“Okay.” The man got up and started to walk away.
“Wait a minute,” Christine cried out. “Where are you going?”
“I told you. You had one chance to get it right.”
“Wait a minute!”
The man shook his head and he walked into the back rooms of her apartment where Christine couldn’t see him.
Why hadn’t he fucked her, she wondered and then she wondered why she wanted him to. That wasn’t that hard to answer. Her pussy was wet. Her pussy was very wet. He was doing this to her. She wasn’t sure how he was doing this but somehow, he was making her pussy wet.
But she’d be strong. Now that she’d figured it out, she could fight it.
Only thing was she wasn’t sure she wanted to fight it. Her pussy was so wet and every time she tried to think about something else, her mind kept coming back to her pussy and how much she needed a cock. This was bad, she told herself. This was really bad.
What was bad about it, she told herself. She needed to get fucked, that was all. What was bad about that?
Oh come on, her mind tried to protest, but just as quickly, her pussy overrode her mind.
What was bad about that?
The man came back an hour later. “How you doing there,” the man asked her.
“Not good,” Christine said.
“Not good? Why is that?”
“I need to get fucked.”
“You need to get fucked. You sure about that?”
Christine nodded. She hated herself for saying this but damn it, she knew needed. “I need to get fucked.”
“You sure, now? Because I wouldn’t want to get my cock all ready to fuck and have you change your mind at the last moment.”
He was toying with her. Christine knew that. He was toying with her and the worst part was she didn’t care that he was toying with her. The worst part was she needed to get fucked that bad.
“Well,” the man demanded of her. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to get fucked.”
The man leaned in over Christine’s body and the head of his cock was pushed right up against her pussy. Christine knew it was wrong but she just couldn’t help herself. Her pussy was so wet. She wanted to be fucked so bad.
There was a pause for just a moment and for a moment, nothing happened, and then the man was pushing, and for a moment or two, her tight, little pussy tried to resist the intruder.
But the man pushed again, and this time, Christine couldn’t help but gasp as she felt her pussy relenting. He wasn’t in her all the way, but she wanted him there. She wanted him between her legs.
The man pushed again and more of his cock entered her and Christine couldn’t help but gasp as her pussy took more of that cock.
The man chuckled at her reaction. “Little girl likes this, doesn’t she?”
Christine couldn’t help but moan. She did like it. She knew she shouldn’t but she knew she did.
“Is little girl going to cum for me,” the man asked.
Christine moaned. She knew she shouldn’t but she knew she would. She knew she was going to cum on that dick.
“Answer me,” the man said. “Is little girl going to cum for me?”
She knew she shouldn’t, Christine told herself. She knew she shouldn’t, and yet ...
Christine moaned again. “I’m going to cum,” she moaned. “I’m going to cum so hard.”
The man just chuckled. “Don’t just tell me,” he said. “Show me.”
Christine didn’t care anymore. Christine didn’t care what she should or shouldn’t do. All she cared about was getting off on that cock.
“Show me,” the man said again.
Christine couldn’t help herself. She could feel her pussy tightening around that cock and she moaned yet again. “I ... I, oh—”
“That’s it,” the man said. “Show me. Show me how eager you are to take my cock.”
Christine didn’t care anymore. Her pussy was cumming and that was all that mattered. Her pussy was cumming hard.
The man groaned. “Oh yeah,” he groaned again. “That’s it. Show me what a good, little slut you are. Show me just how much a good, little slut wants to take my cum.”
She shouldn’t, Christine told herself, and yet, what choice did she have but she knew that was wrong. It felt so good to have his cum between her legs. She knew it wasn’t a matter of choice. Not anymore. She knew she would have chosen his cock even if she’d have been free to leave.
The man pulled out and Christine moaned. She didn’t want him to go. She wanted him to stay.
“Let’s have you think about that,” the man said. “Next time, I’ll be asking you what your phrase is, and next time, I’ll expect you to answer,” and with that, he left the room.
Christine could still feel the cum dripping out of her pussy. The phrase, she remembered. She’d forgotten all about that, and all the while, she could tell her pussy was still in need of attention.
The worst part was if he’d told her to tell him the phrase, if he’d made it a condition to her getting fucked, she wasn’t sure what she would have done.
Remember your training, she told herself. Remember your training. He’s just using sex to get it out of you. Remember your training.
Yeah, but what good was that going to do. She had the feeling she would have sold herself out if she’d been given half a chance. Whatever that drug was, it was messing with her mind.
She needed to prepare herself, but she wasn’t sure how.
She wasn’t sure how long the man left her there. Time worked against her, but at least, it helped dissipate some of the drug from her system, and with the drug leaching out of her, she was once more able to think sensibly again, and the more control she got, the more disgusted she was with her performance.
The man finally appeared. “How you feeling now?”
The girl said nothing.
The man grinned. “You ready to give me that phrase?”
Again, Christine said nothing.
The man grinned again. “I see. It’s silent treatment time. You know I’m going to get it out of you sooner or later.”
Christine stayed mute but all the same, she was worried he might just be right.
The man produced another syringe. “I’m sure you know what this is, don’t you?”
Christine looked at the syringe but said nothing but when the man came towards her, she tried to get away.
The man just laughed. “You know that’s not going to work now, don’t you.”
Christine tried to kick him but the man easily avoided it.
“You be good,” the man told her. “I can make this easy on you or I can make it hard, but I am going to do what I want.”
As much as she wanted to deny it, Christine couldn’t help but admit that the man was right. One way or another, he was going to get his drug in her, even if it meant he had to knock her out first. Her only hope was the mental barriers she’d been setting up since the last time he fucked her. She only hoped that that was enough.
The drug was injected and once more, the man left Christine to her own devices.
At first, it seemed as if the drug was ineffectual. The shields and ploys that Christine had built in her mind seemed to be intact. She could still think and do what she wanted.
But time was not on her side.
Christine could feel her pussy getting wetter and the memories of what she’d done not that long ago were still fresh in her mind. She knew she wanted to be fucked but she knew she had to stay strong.
But it was so very hard. She wanted to be fucked so very bad.
The man was back again and he was stroking his cock. He looked at Christine. “Tell me what you want.”
Christine couldn’t help herself. The answer just slipped out before she could stop it. “I want to get fucked,” she said and that’s when she knew she was in trouble.
The man grinned. “You remember what we talked about, don’t you?”
Christine nodded.
“You know what I want from you.”
Christine nodded again.
“You know you’re going to give it to me if you want me to fuck you,” the man said.
It was amazing, Christine thought, how in a matter of minutes, he’d broken through all of her defenses. She was ready, she told herself. She was ready to tell him if that’s what it would take to get him to fuck her.
The only thing was he didn’t ask.
He slid between her willing legs and he pressed his cock up against her even more willing cunt, but he didn’t ask, and then he was pushing himself forward and burying himself between her legs.
Christine moaned. She couldn’t help it. She knew it was wrong but it felt so good.
“You know you’re going to tell me what I want to know if you want me to let you cum.”
“I’ll tell you now,” Christine said.
The man shook his head. “Not now. Just before you cum and whether I let you cum depends on whether you give me the right answer or not.”
Christine groaned. She would have told him. She would have told him gladly. The only thing that mattered was making her pussy cum.
And she was getting closer. She was so close in fact.
It was imminent, in fact. In a moment, he was going to ask her, and Christine knew. She was going to tell him whatever it was he wanted to know.
There was a cracking sound and suddenly the door to her apartment splintered. Four men rushed in, all in tactical gear and all with guns drawn, and behind them was a fifth man in a business suit.
The man in the business suit seemed to understand the situation almost immediately. He looked first at Christine and then at the man. “Finish her off,” the suit said, “and no talking.”
The man with his dick inside her seemed to be about to say something else when he thought better of it.
For her part, Christine seemed almost oblivious to the intruders in her apartment. She’d seen them, but it was her pussy which needed attention. She’d deal with the others later.
“Make her cum,” said the suit.
Christine moaned. That was exactly what she wanted the man to do. Make her cum.
The man was fucking her harder and Christine moaned. It was inevitable now. All it would take was a little more.
She was going to cum. She couldn’t help it. She was going to cum and all the while while the man fucked her, he never said a word.
Somehow, it almost seemed anticlimactic when her pussy came. One moment he was fucking her and the next moment, her body was clenching as her pussy grabbed hold of the cock inside her. She moaned once and then she moaned again. She just couldn’t help herself. It felt so good, and when she clenched again, she felt the man cum inside her.
And all the while, no one, not the men with the guns, not the one in the suit, not even the one between her legs, no one said a thing.
“Get up,” said the suit when it was all over and that was all it took to make her captive stand up and move away.
One of the men with the guns holstered his weapon and then he was stepping forward and untying Christine. “Are you all right,” he asked.
Even then, it was hard for Christine to understand. She wanted to be fucked. That was all there was to it.
“Are you all right,” the man asked again.
“I ... I ... yes.”
“Good. Glad to hear it.” That was the man in the suit. “Now, if you’re done getting your pussy fucked, I’d like you to follow me.”