Escape from Syria/Beg him to take your body.
From Create Your Own Story
Grinning with anticipation, the solider calls to the driver to pull over and parks the Jeep next to a small desert hill. The other man herds you at gunpoint over the hill, out of sight of the road. He shoves you down onto your back. You are filled with rage, but also with eagerness. If these men are stupid enough to try to rape you, they'll put themselves into a vulnerable position that you can take full advantage of. The driver keeps his gun pointed at you while the other man begins removing your clothes.
"Please," you beg as you are stripped, trying to make them think you're weak and get them as much off their guard as possible. "Don't do this. Don't dishonor me." You summon up tears, letting them run down your face. Fake-crying on demand is one of your many useful CIA talents. Your black leather pants and white blouse are now off, exposing your tanned, slim, muscular body. Your small, perky tits and hard six-pack abs are on full display. "Please," you sob again.
Both men burst into cruel laughter. "Little harlot thought she was tough with her guns? How tough is she now," snickers the driver.
Your lacy black panties are removed, leaving you in just your black leather knee-high boots and black leather gloves. Both men whistle and hoot appreciatively at your body.
"You think you're scared now? Wait until my big cock pounds you like the filthy whore you are. I'm going to make you squeal like a pig," sneers the other man. He begins unzipping his pants.
"Wait," says the second man. "Who says you get to go first? Let's play rock-paper-scissors."
"Fine," grumbles the first soldier. They play and the second soldier's rock beats the first man's scissors.
Smirking, the second man throws his gun down and takes off his pants and underwear, exposing his large, steel-hard cock. He approaches you, panting like a wild animal. The first man is watching, a raging erection visible in his pants. In his excitement, his gun (his other gun) is now held by his side instead of pointed at you.
The second soldier gets down, preparing to mount you. When he's within range, you suddenly lash out with your legs, clamping your slender but muscular thighs tightly around his neck. With a quick, vicious twist of your hips, you brutally snap his neck. The first man begins raising his gun, but you sweep out with your leg, tripping him to the ground. He falls with a hard THUD and his gun goes flying.
You get up and stand over him, glaring down at him with hatred burning in your dark brown eyes. Stunned by his hard fall and helpless, he begins begging for mercy.
"Remember when I was the one begging? Remember how much mercy you showed me?" you snarl, savoring every bit of this moment. Taking pleasure in the look of terror on your victim's face, you raise your right leg into a full 180-degree vertical split. Then you bring it down onto his head with blinding speed and tremendous force, shattering his skull like a melon. Blood, brain matter, and shards of bone fly everywhere in the gory explosion.
You spit hatefully on both corpses, then hurry back to the Jeep. Turning around to open the door with your tied hands, you find your knife and quickly cut yourself free. You then go back over the hill and put on your clothes. Finally, you head back once again to the Jeep. Your guns and ammo are waiting in the vehicle.
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| Health | {{{Health}}} | Equipment:
Walther PPK with silencer, AK-47, knife, data drive, cyanide capsule, Jeep |
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| Level | {{{Level}}} | |
