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.
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Dread overcomes you as you realize any resistance might be irrelevant. You scrunch your face in disgust as his mouth closes clumsily over yours. Instinctively, you clamp your lips together, but they separate in a scream when he claws into your tits. His tongue seizes the opportunity to penetrate your lips, and he tastes you rapturously.
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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.
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His growing bulge grinds against your crotch, and a warm arousal overtakes you. You suddenly realize you've unconsciously spread your thighs apart; on some level, the firmness of his cock pressing against you down there feels good. In shock, you tighten your legs, but the soldier takes this as encouragement and moves his mouth over your tits.  
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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 in alarm when you realize at some point you subtly opened your hips wider to feel his bulge closer. When you tighten your legs, the soldier takes it as encouragement and moves from your mouth to your tits, licking your nipples and causing you to squirm from the pleasure.
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The prickling pleasure from his tongue circling your areola and slurping your nipples jerks your head back. Desperate alarm overtakes you as you grasp his waist, futilely trying to slow his gyrations against your covered pussy. The sensation of your lacy panties brushing up on your clit solicits a strenuous, dismayed moan from your parting lips. Momentarily gratified, the soldier lifts his mouth from your breast with a decadent slurp, leaving the crest moist and extruded from your heaving chest.  
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He raises his head to yell "This fucking whore is into it!"
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"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 smarm. 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?"
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"Hey, I want some of that," says the driver. "Let's switch."
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You feel venomous anger seep into your eyes, and you glare hatefully in answer to his lurid barbs. His hand slides down your taut stomach and slips 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 palm grasps you there, feeling up your shaven skin.  
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"I have a better idea," replies the man in the back. "It's just us and the empty desert. Once we hand her over to the professional interrogators, we won't have the chance anymore. We have the perfect opportunity now. Pull over and let's fuck this bitch."
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You close your eyes as he whispers to you. "Beg me to do it. Beg me to drag you over the hood of this car and fuck you senseless. Do that, and maybe I'll convince the interrogators to let you live as my little concubine after they're done with you."
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Grinning with anticipation, the driver pulls 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.
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Your back arches as he drags his finger down your vulva and into your vagina. You feel the slickness of your pussy sliding against his finger.  Another extended moan. You're at his mercy, and you know it.  
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"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.
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"This is the best chance you're going to get, you little slut."
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Both men burst into cruel laughter. "Little harlot thought she was tough with her guns? How tough is she now," snickers the driver.
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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 rage.
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*[[Escape from Syria/Steel yourself and try to resist him.|Steel yourself and try to resist him.]]
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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.
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*[[Escape from Syria/Beg him to take your body.|Beg him to give you his cock. You don't have any other choice.]]
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*[[Escape from Syria/Refuse to give in to the solider.|Refuse to give in to the soldier. You can find another way out of this.]]
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"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.
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*[[Escape from Syria/Bite down on your cyanide capsule.|Bite down on your cyanide capsule. There's no other way out.]]
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"Wait," says the second man. "Who says you get to go first? Let's play rock-paper-scissors."
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"Fine," grumbles the first soldier. They play and the second soldier's rock beats the first man's scissors.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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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*[[East towards Iraq]]
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{{Status|Equipment=''Walther PPK with silencer, AK-47, knife, data drive, cyanide capsule, Jeep''}}
{{Status|Equipment=''Walther PPK with silencer, AK-47, knife, data drive, cyanide capsule, Jeep''}}
[[Category: Escape from Syria]]
[[Category: Escape from Syria]]

Current revision as of 01:51, 5 December 2020

Dread overcomes you as you realize any resistance might be irrelevant. You scrunch your face in disgust as his mouth closes clumsily over yours. Instinctively, you clamp your lips together, but they separate in a scream when he claws into your tits. His tongue seizes the opportunity to penetrate your lips, and he tastes you rapturously.

His growing bulge grinds against your crotch, and a warm arousal overtakes you. You suddenly realize you've unconsciously spread your thighs apart; on some level, the firmness of his cock pressing against you down there feels good. In shock, you tighten your legs, but the soldier takes this as encouragement and moves his mouth over your tits.

The prickling pleasure from his tongue circling your areola and slurping your nipples jerks your head back. Desperate alarm overtakes you as you grasp his waist, futilely trying to slow his gyrations against your covered pussy. The sensation of your lacy panties brushing up on your clit solicits a strenuous, dismayed moan from your parting lips. Momentarily gratified, the soldier lifts his mouth from your breast with a decadent slurp, leaving the crest 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 smarm. 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, and you glare hatefully in answer to his lurid barbs. His hand slides down your taut stomach and slips 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 palm grasps you there, feeling up your shaven skin.

You close your eyes as he whispers to you. "Beg me to do it. Beg me to drag you over the hood of this car and fuck you senseless. Do that, and maybe I'll convince the interrogators to let you live as my little concubine after they're done with you."

Your back arches as he drags his finger down your vulva and into your vagina. You feel the slickness of your pussy sliding against his finger. Another extended moan. You're at his mercy, and you know it.

"This is the best chance you're going to get, you little slut."

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 rage.

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