Sit back and endure the abuse

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You struggle to fend off the dreading sense that you're past the point where it makes a difference whether you resist or not. The grizzled soldier doesn't give you much time to think about it, anyway.

You scrunch your face in disgust as his mouth closes clumsily over your face. When you instinctively try to keep your mouth closed, he pinches and twists your nipples angrily, causing you to let out a little scream. His tongue penetrates your lips and he tastes you rapturously, sucking as your tongue as he claws deeper into your tits.

You feel the bulge in his groin pressing and rubbing against your covered crotch, and you can't help but feel warm from the heat of arousal. Your eyes widen as you realize your hips have subtly opened wider to feel his erection more closely. When you tighten your legs, the soldier takes it as encouragement and moves from your mouth to your tits. The tickling pricks of pleasure from his tongue circling your areola and slurping your nipples jerk your head back. Desperate alarm overtakes you as you grasp his hips in a futile attempt to slow down his grinding thrusts between your thighs. You moan strenuously at the sensation of your lacy panties brushing roughly up and down your clit harder and harder.

The soldier is momentarily gratified by your moan. He lifts his mouth from your breast with a decadent slurp, leaving each nub moist and extruded from your heaving chest.

"The fucking whore is into it!" he exclaims to the driver. He receives a cackling laugh in response, and looks back at you, grinning with self-satisfied smarminess. You wince as he reaches again at your chest and deliberately twists your nipple. "Maybe you can't wait, huh? Maybe you'd prefer if I save the interrogators some time and fuck you right now?"

You feel venomous anger seep into your eyes in response to his lurid barbs, and you glare hatefully at him, feeling his hand slide down your taut stomach and slips his fingers further between the waistline of your panties and the silky mound inside them. The hate in your eyes is overtaken by a thrilling shudder as his hand grips you there, feeling up your shaven skin.

You close your eyes as he whispers to you. "Beg me to do it. Beg me to pull this car over, drag you outside, bend you over the hood of this car, and fuck you senseless. Do that, and maybe I'll convince the interrogators will let you live after they're done with you. This is the best chance you're going to get, you little slut."

Your neck arches as he drags his finger down your vulva and into your vagina. You feel the slickness of your pussy sliding against his finger, and your thighs squirm against the rough hairs of his skin prickling between them. Hot breaths open your reddened lips, and another extended moan slips past them. You're at his mercy, and you know it.

You blink wildly, trying to gather yourself to assemble some kind of resistance, and your eyes focus in on his fingers spread before your eyes, with his eyes glinting triumphantly behind them. A strand of your sticky girl cum extends between his two fingers. Your face turns red, but you aren't sure if it's from shame or sheer anger.

"Your pussy is certainly begging for it. Now you. Beg me for my cock."

• Beg him to fuck you. You don't have any other choice.
• Refuse to give in to the soldier. You can find another way out of this.
• Bite down on your cyanide capsule. There's no other way out.