Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Innocent Victim (2)
Alrueb Detention Block, A Daesh secure building at In-Amenas, Eastern Algeria on the Libyan border
"Wake up, bitch!" The words were followed immediately by a deluge of cold water. Lacey screeched and spluttered, lifting her head to glare at the man standing before her holding the dripping bucket. He was laughing, watching the water run from her chin down to her naked breasts to drip off her nipples, hardened by the combination of water and the night air.
"We aren’t getting a response from your people … Agent Anderson.” His words were filled with glee, because as much as they wanted their own man back, it was clear that the Daesh relished the thought of torturing this vulnerable beauty some more.
“My people?” The bound Agent replied quietly, before adding, “… you made sure that they weren’t my people before you took me. All they would do is arrest me and they’ve probably decided that their hostage is worth more than I am …” There was no despair in her tone, just resignation because despite trying to provide clues in her last video recording, Agent Anderson had no idea whether her words had been understood.
She twisted her wrists against the rope in a futile attempt to free herself.
"You bastards better get on with what you want to do to me, because you won’t be hearing anything more anytime soon.” Lacey looked up into the faces of her captors and then groaned, realising that she should have kept her mouth shut.
"Ahh, so we can add foul-mouthed to the list of things we need to hurt you for?” The man smiled, moving closer to his captive. His hands shot out grabbing at her nipples, twisting them until Lacey closed her eyes against the pain, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream again …
The man reached up and unfastened the chains from the wall, leaving her wrists tied by a single length of rope.
“So now you will pleasure us little slut …” he grinned a toothless grin at the still bound girl.
The young Agent fought to keep herself from vomiting, but she wasn't going to give him anything. Not pleasure, or fun, or satisfaction of any kind. As he came closer still, taking advantage of her currently unfettered ankles, Lacey leapt with a spring, her legs finding purchase around his neck. Crossing her ankles, she slowly began to suffocate the now struggling man.
"How does that make you feel? Am I giving you pleasure? Do you want more? Maybe I should fake an orgasm or two to make you feel even more manly?" She gritted the words out between clenched teeth and tightened her hold.
Outside the small room in which she was being held, Lacey could see the two guards who had been ordered to wait outside. They were arguing fiercely between themselves, no doubt trying to decide who got to fuck her next ... well it would be neither of them if she could do anything about it! Finally, one threw up his hands and walked out of vision, as, despite the fingers that clawed at her legs and beat at the outside of her thighs, Lacey’s hold tightened even more.
The suffocating man dug his nails into her flesh, leaving marks that she knew would bruise, but she didn’t care. She wanted him dead, she wanted them all dead. Then she wanted to find a way out of here …
Airspace above Algérie Télécom, In-Amenas, Algeria
"Alpha HQ," Grace spoke with urgency, "Come in, Alpha HQ."
Since she had deciphered the words coded into Lacey’s message, Special Agent Miller wanted to get clearance to parachute directly into In-Amenas. She reached up to her throat to check her comms mic and cursed quietly.
“Alpha Ops, Alpha HQ receiving. Go ahead.”
Alle-fucking-luia …
“Alpha Ops to Alpha HQ. We know the location, seeking clearance to ‘chute directly into In-Amenas …”
*****
Their chutes contained a beacon in case one of the landings strayed. In that event the other would, if they could, look for them, but when they were both stuck, then the options were more limited.
It was approaching dusk, Jason sighed and checked the woodland surrounding the Algérie Télécom building, searching for some kind of inspiration. The huge tree they were hanging from contained a large branch around five feet away, which looked strong enough to take their weight.
"Okay, Grace, look. We're pretty high up here and I don't want to hurt one or both of us by just hitting the release button. We need to get to that branch over there, but I need you to help me here. You okay?"
Special Agent Miller nodded but the Major wasn't too sure if she really had heard him. Her gaze seemed unfocused and her brows furled in pain. Her head was bleeding, the sticky red trail bisecting her face where a large branch had gashed her forehead. He badly wanted to hold her against him and tell her everything would be fine, but right now Grace Miller did not want or need to be treated like a girl.
"We're going to swing, Grace, and I'm going to need your help. Remember how you use to do this when you were a kid in school. We're going to swing like that now."
"Swing? How?"
"Can you kick your legs? We'll kick one way and then the other and when we get close enough, I'll grab that branch, then I can get us free."
He stared down into her hazy gaze. "Just stay with me, Grace. You can't leave me here alone. Please." As he said this, he secured a short rope with a carabiner clip to his belt and threw the end to his partner.
Grasping it at the third attempt, Grace nodded and groaned again before chuckling. "I’m not leaving you Jason Underwood, who would save your ass if that happened."
He waited until she had clipped the rope to her belt and said "Okay, smart ass. You ready?"
Grace nodded.
"Okay, now on three, Grace. One, two, three!"
Jase kicked his feet out, aiming for the branch he wanted and then felt Grace kick hers the other way to start them swinging. After about a minute of doing that, he grabbed for the branch. Yelling his success, he used his hold to haul them closer to the tree.
"Wrap your arms around me, Grace. I'm going to cut the chutes loose."
To Be Continued …
Alrueb Detention Block, A Daesh secure building at In-Amenas, Eastern Algeria on the Libyan border
"Wake up, bitch!" The words were followed immediately by a deluge of cold water. Lacey screeched and spluttered, lifting her head to glare at the man standing before her holding the dripping bucket. He was laughing, watching the water run from her chin down to her naked breasts to drip off her nipples, hardened by the combination of water and the night air.
"We aren’t getting a response from your people … Agent Anderson.” His words were filled with glee, because as much as they wanted their own man back, it was clear that the Daesh relished the thought of torturing this vulnerable beauty some more.
“My people?” The bound Agent replied quietly, before adding, “… you made sure that they weren’t my people before you took me. All they would do is arrest me and they’ve probably decided that their hostage is worth more than I am …” There was no despair in her tone, just resignation because despite trying to provide clues in her last video recording, Agent Anderson had no idea whether her words had been understood.
She twisted her wrists against the rope in a futile attempt to free herself.
"You bastards better get on with what you want to do to me, because you won’t be hearing anything more anytime soon.” Lacey looked up into the faces of her captors and then groaned, realising that she should have kept her mouth shut.
"Ahh, so we can add foul-mouthed to the list of things we need to hurt you for?” The man smiled, moving closer to his captive. His hands shot out grabbing at her nipples, twisting them until Lacey closed her eyes against the pain, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream again …
The man reached up and unfastened the chains from the wall, leaving her wrists tied by a single length of rope.
“So now you will pleasure us little slut …” he grinned a toothless grin at the still bound girl.
The young Agent fought to keep herself from vomiting, but she wasn't going to give him anything. Not pleasure, or fun, or satisfaction of any kind. As he came closer still, taking advantage of her currently unfettered ankles, Lacey leapt with a spring, her legs finding purchase around his neck. Crossing her ankles, she slowly began to suffocate the now struggling man.
"How does that make you feel? Am I giving you pleasure? Do you want more? Maybe I should fake an orgasm or two to make you feel even more manly?" She gritted the words out between clenched teeth and tightened her hold.
Outside the small room in which she was being held, Lacey could see the two guards who had been ordered to wait outside. They were arguing fiercely between themselves, no doubt trying to decide who got to fuck her next ... well it would be neither of them if she could do anything about it! Finally, one threw up his hands and walked out of vision, as, despite the fingers that clawed at her legs and beat at the outside of her thighs, Lacey’s hold tightened even more.
The suffocating man dug his nails into her flesh, leaving marks that she knew would bruise, but she didn’t care. She wanted him dead, she wanted them all dead. Then she wanted to find a way out of here …
Airspace above Algérie Télécom, In-Amenas, Algeria
"Alpha HQ," Grace spoke with urgency, "Come in, Alpha HQ."
Since she had deciphered the words coded into Lacey’s message, Special Agent Miller wanted to get clearance to parachute directly into In-Amenas. She reached up to her throat to check her comms mic and cursed quietly.
“Alpha Ops, Alpha HQ receiving. Go ahead.”
Alle-fucking-luia …
“Alpha Ops to Alpha HQ. We know the location, seeking clearance to ‘chute directly into In-Amenas …”
*****
Their chutes contained a beacon in case one of the landings strayed. In that event the other would, if they could, look for them, but when they were both stuck, then the options were more limited.
It was approaching dusk, Jason sighed and checked the woodland surrounding the Algérie Télécom building, searching for some kind of inspiration. The huge tree they were hanging from contained a large branch around five feet away, which looked strong enough to take their weight.
"Okay, Grace, look. We're pretty high up here and I don't want to hurt one or both of us by just hitting the release button. We need to get to that branch over there, but I need you to help me here. You okay?"
Special Agent Miller nodded but the Major wasn't too sure if she really had heard him. Her gaze seemed unfocused and her brows furled in pain. Her head was bleeding, the sticky red trail bisecting her face where a large branch had gashed her forehead. He badly wanted to hold her against him and tell her everything would be fine, but right now Grace Miller did not want or need to be treated like a girl.
"We're going to swing, Grace, and I'm going to need your help. Remember how you use to do this when you were a kid in school. We're going to swing like that now."
"Swing? How?"
"Can you kick your legs? We'll kick one way and then the other and when we get close enough, I'll grab that branch, then I can get us free."
He stared down into her hazy gaze. "Just stay with me, Grace. You can't leave me here alone. Please." As he said this, he secured a short rope with a carabiner clip to his belt and threw the end to his partner.
Grasping it at the third attempt, Grace nodded and groaned again before chuckling. "I’m not leaving you Jason Underwood, who would save your ass if that happened."
He waited until she had clipped the rope to her belt and said "Okay, smart ass. You ready?"
Grace nodded.
"Okay, now on three, Grace. One, two, three!"
Jase kicked his feet out, aiming for the branch he wanted and then felt Grace kick hers the other way to start them swinging. After about a minute of doing that, he grabbed for the branch. Yelling his success, he used his hold to haul them closer to the tree.
"Wrap your arms around me, Grace. I'm going to cut the chutes loose."
To Be Continued …
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