Savages (8)
A house on Farhat square, Aleppo, Syria
Special Agent Ekaterina Novikova inched up the blue carpeted stairs, her FN-MAG machine gun pointed straight ahead ready for any threat that emerged. Then it all happened in the blink of an eye. A swarthy-looking man dressed in flowing white robes jumped into view, brandishing a curved sword, and then charged down the stairs, screaming, “Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar.”
They knew that Grace and Sophia were not being kept in this house, but the people here would help them locate the building in which they were being held. The mission’s objective was for Kat and the small team with her to capture alive anybody they found ... She fired instantly, and twenty rounds thudded into and around the assailant’s legs. The man flew into the air and landed in a heap, unharmed but breathless and shocked.
Novikova grabbed the man by his robe and threw him down the stairs, whereupon he was dragged into the lounge and dumped next to three wailing women they had already secured. When the females saw the bloody state of the man, their screams keened even more frantically.
Slowly, Ekaterina continued up the stairs as two similarly armed officers moved behind her. Reaching the landing she decided not to take any chances. They already had one man alive and that might be enough, so she opened fire, spraying bullets in every direction, before pushing further forward.
Just as she crested the top of the steps, a shadowy figure leapt out and without pausing for thought Kat fired a short burst, hitting the mean’s head, and creating a bloody pulp as he fell to the floor.
“Fuck,” she said. Kat signalled to the man behind her for smoke and stun grenades. They inched further along the landing, listening for any noise. None came. Four officers took station next to the doors, and Novikova gave the signal.
They kicked in the thin wood with ease and threw stun grenades into the gap. A bang resounded in the narrow landing space. Another white-robed man hurled himself at the officers, firing his pistol indiscriminately. A hail of bullets smashed into his body at devastatingly short range, slicing him down.
Then the house fell silent.
A partially bombed out building in Aleppo, Syria.
Sophia watched in awestruck horror. She had just witnessed the naked and bound Grace Miller being sodomised with brutal disregard. The scene had been shockingly horrendous, and now the young girl’s eyes followed the shapes as two more men entered the cell and dragged the lifeless Special Agent Miller to the opposite wall, where she too was chained, arms stretched high above her head.
Then Hamza, his dripping cock, still erect and jutting incongruously from his groin, covered with a mixture of foul secretions and blood, turned his attention to Sophia.
“So, my pretty little thing, did you enjoy the show?”
The girl shrunk backwards, trying to disappear into the cold, hard brick, wishing the wall would swallow her up.
Hamza took his shaft into his fingers and created a fist around the swollen flesh.
“I think this needs to be cleaned …” the monster grinned as he reached behind her head to unfasten and remove the ball gag.
Sophia shook her head wildly. Surely, he couldn’t mean … couldn’t want her to …
As Moore’s daughter clamped her lips tightly closed, Hamza’s cock moved nearer to her mouth.
“Open up little girl, or you will be responsible for my men slowly cutting the flesh away from the Agent-whore’s body piece by little piece.”
Closing her eyes, Sophia knew that she had no choice but to obey. She felt sick, as the bile which had previously been held behind the large rubber ball, now, free of any impediment, came gushing forth and she puked to her side onto the dirty, concrete floor.
This didn’t put Hamza off one little bit, in fact he seemed to enjoy her added discomfort. His swollen cock-head pushed against her lips. “Open up slut, and if I so much as feel your teeth Agent Miller will be skinned alive.
The miasma of Special Agent Miller’s abused anus enveloped her head and filled Sophia’s nostrils as she slowly parted her lips.
“Just suck it you stupid whore,” the lust-fuelled jihadist shouted at his young, naked captive. As he brought the engorged purple head to her mouth the inexperienced girl flicked out a delicate pink tongue, and with revulsion etched all over her face, began to lick down the length of his shaft.
The sensation was as disgusting as she expected and the idea that she had been forced to stoop to such lows served only to make the experience even more degrading.
She lathered him with her tongue until she reached his balls, whereupon Hamza lifted his cock and said, “Suck on them bitch.”
With a resigned whimper Sophia took one of his heavy testicles into her mouth, sucking gently upon it before repeating the act on the other.
“Nggghhhhhooo!” Sophia’s groan was cut short as the monster pushed forward opening her mouth so wide that her jaw began to ache. He thrust as much of himself as he could in between her dry lips until she gagged. The disgusting mix of shit and sex filled her sinuses, as he leaked the salty residue of his previous release into her mouth.
“I thought that you’d have at least given head before bitch.” Hamza complained, sensing how hopeless she was. Gripping her hair with his huge fist, he said “Here, let me teach you.”
The evil man pushed the back of Sophia’s head forward, forcing his thick cock down her throat until his balls pressed against her chin. She gagged and choked, her oesophagus clinging tightly to his shaft, reflux burning in her chest. She panicked as more bile began its journey to freedom, but she regained control of her gag reflex just in time.
Hamza moaned with pleasure, his head tilting back, as tears flowed down the poor young girl’s face, dripping from her chin along with thick strands of disgusting saliva, the vile mixture then cascading onto her breasts.
Without any warning, he pushed Sophia’s face against his groin, the stink of his loins wafting into her nose, his cock pulsing with renewed desire. Hamza grunted, thrust and then stiffened, arching his back, as a jet of thick cum gushed down her throat, the repulsive taste permeating throughout her mouth as it filled her clenching belly. She could not move away …
Several more strings of thick discharge followed before Hamza pulled out, and Sophia’s evacuated mouth yielded to a pathetic release of desperate sobs, shaking in shock and humiliation at the degrading act that had just been performed on her previously innocent body.
So, the next phase of ‘The Aleppo Affair’ comes to an end. Sophia’s innocence, that was so prevalent in her pursuit of Ethan, now lies in fellatio triggered tatters, as Special Agent Miller resides in a barely conscious state of chained captivity. The girls’ only hope appears to be the former Special Agent, Ekaterina Novikova … but can she really see this though and come to their rescue? Tomorrow we will have a ‘catch-up’ day, so make sure to join us here on Thursday for exclusive serialisation of the next part of this story … ‘Enlightenment’.
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