The Bunker

[Ruelle]

"I get here from time to time," he said, moving to the wall full of box crates and removing a something from there. When he turned, she saw it was a strange looking package. Tilting her head, she continued to observe him. He held it out to her.

"This is for you," he said, his face blushing. "It's ... well, it's another birthday present. You know, since you're going to be my girl friend."

Kis took it, holding it close to her chest, a smile on her face. A second present from Kippy. “This day is the best day, ever!” she exclaimed wrapping her arms around Kip once more as she nuzzled her face against his chest. “Wow, you’re really the best person in the world!”

The girl had no idea what it meant to be boyfriend and girlfriend. In her mind, it was a little closer than friends. Where getting kissed was okay and cuddling was much warmer. The concept of sex had really baffled and many of the males had joked about it with her. She didn’t understand why it was so funny when a girl shook the flashlight. Really, what made it so funny?

Stepping back, she sat on the floor, and slowly undid the pins that held her present from her eyes. Kis didn’t know what to expect, she really didn’t. and so, when the plastic revealed its hidden… the girl blinked, carefully unfolding the delicate… see through dress? There was a small wear spot and a strap was missing, but it didn’t bother her. Looking up, she blinked at Kip.

“Kippy, I’m confused. The rest of his dress is missing! It shows my tummy. I thoughts clothes were supposed to hide the tummy,” she replied, but her eyes gleamed. She still liked it. But it was then she noticed something else.

Picking up the piece of underwear or rather, two triangles sewn together Kis scratched her head. “Can I wear this now? I mean, it’s a pretty dress, even if it shows my tummy. Oh, but what if I got cold?”

Not that it mattered; she’d be clinging onto to the male for dear, dear warmth. Kis hated to be cold. She’d deal with it without complaint, but she hated to be cold. It was a horrible, horrible, horrible feeling.

Not waiting for an answer, Kis stood back up, holding the see through dress against her. “What do ya think?” she asked him, a bright smile on her face. The girl didn’t care about the state it was in, or if it was unfinished. All that mattered was if Kip liked seeing it on her. She blinked and tilted her head to the side. “Do you want me to wear it now? I dunno how it works and all…” A slight blush stained her cheeks and it slowly got redder and redder. The girl was embarrassed.

Here she had a boyfriend and had no idea what she was supposed to do. She read in books that they kissed, but the pages were torn out of the books. Particularly her books. What happened after they kissed?!

“… c-can I have… a kiss?” she asked in a soft voice, not caring if he heard her or not.

(OOC;; Right. She calls it a see through dress. This okay? I can change anything you want.]

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Can I have… a kiss?" she asked softly.

Kip hesitated, then smiled. He stood and stepped closer to her, until their bodies just touched. Then, leaning down to her and taking her face into his hands, he pressed his mouth gently to hers in a long, soft kiss.

He pulled back from her and smiled, pleased. He'd wanted to kiss her for almost two years and had never dared. And knowing that she'd asked him to kiss her made it even more emotional for him.

Or more erotic, he wasn't sure, because all he could think of the whole time their lips had been together, all he could think of was getting her out of her clothes.

He took the lingerie from her and set it easily upon the bed. He reached to between her breasts, playing with her top button. "Maybe I should help you get out of this ... so you can try on your birthday gift."

As he looked into her eyes, he released the top button ... then hesitated.

 

[JustABadBoy]

(OOC -- Both of the below female characters are available. The first one mentioned "services" my character because he supplies her with "stuff"; maybe she likes being his play thing, maybe she despises him. The second woman has recently been captured and is being "broken in".)



Vladi emerged from the bedroom of his well appointed suite, one of the only rooms in the Victor Royale Hotel that remained undamaged from years of war and neglect. He looked to the trio of men standing just inside the suite's entrance and growled annoyed, "This better be good. We weren't finished."

Behind him, a naked woman was gently masturbating while also petting the backside of a second naked woman, this one with her four appendages lashed to the bed posts of a mussed, king sized bed. The men could see the activity clearly through the open double doors, but they did their best to keep their eyes on their Commander.

"Goran is dead," one of the men announced bluntly. "Sniper got him. One shot, through the cheek. He bled out before anyone could help him."

Vladi considered the news for a moment, then shrugged and headed for an ice bucket containing an upside down champagne bottle. "Sniper... Well, it takes one to kill one sometimes."

He pulled out the bottle and tossed it toward the men, playing head up with them. The closest man, well aware of the National Freedom Party leader's sense of humor was ready and snatched the bottle out of the air.

"Do we know who the shooter was?" Vladi inquired. His tone suggested he already knew the answer.

"The shot came from somewhere down Broadway," a second man said. "Five, maybe six or seven hundred meters the Lookouts report."

"Our American friend," Vladi said, smiling. "The man just won't go away, will he?"

The third man chimed in with an accusatory tone, "Maybe trading him dummy ammunition wasn't such a good idea after all."

Vladi chuckled at the man's comment. A little over a year earlier, the NFP had ambushed a NATO convoy and taken their ammunition shipment, then offered some of it to various Factions about the City in exchange for ... for what ever they had to offer. Vladi had had some of the ammunition reloaded -- removing some of the gun powder, causing the guns they were shot through to jam.

The American -- Vladi knew nothing more about Kip Davis except his nationality and his skill with a high powered rifle -- had lost men and a key building because of the bad ammo, and ever since then Vladi and the NFP had become a favorite target of his Winchester 700 and IEDs.

Vladi gave the men a dismissive wave, growling, "Get out! Come back when ... oh, just ... don't come back until I call you. You all ... disappoint me."

The men turned for the door -- and a moment later the sound of a large caliber pistol erupted. Blood splashed against the far wall as the third man, who'd questioned Vladi's deception, fell to the floor, his face blown out by the bullet that fragmented as it entered the back of his skull.

The other men leaped aside, each looking in horror at the man, then looking questioningly at Vladi, wondering if they were next. Vladi set the pistol atop the counter and turned back toward the bedroom. "Send someone to clear that up ... but--" He looked into the bedroom at the naked women and smirked, his penis already beginning to swell at the thought of returning to the bed. "--wait until we're through in here."

As he returned to the bed, the two men behind him dragged the third one out into the hall and closed the door behind them ... without a word spoken of the incident.

(OOC -- I did not comment on the first woman's reaction to the killing. Maybe it horrified her, or maybe it excited her. You play her the way you want.)

 

[Ruelle]

Kis bit her lip as he stood up and stepped closer her. He stopped near millimeters away from her. Her eyes looked into his, not sure if the smile was good or bad. She felt her face grow warm as he held it, a vivid blush staining her cheeks. His lips felt warm against her own, her eyes became dazed and she wasn’t sure if she was jelly yet. It was so strange. Earlier that day, she’d never thought of kissing him. But, her mind went blank and thoughts ceased as he pulled away from her.

Her face was beet red. He gently pulled the see through dress from her fingers and placed it on the bed. Her head turned, eyes showing confusion. “But it’s-“ She stopped, looking down at her chest. His hand was resting where her buttons were. He played with the first button. This caused her to slightly frown. Why? She was pretty sure it was an ordinary button.

"Maybe I should help you get out of this ... so you can try on your birthday gift.”

“The…d-dress?” she asked, looking toward it. His hand stopped playing with the button, but didn’t move. She looked at him. Well… it wasn’t like she would be completely naked. There was no way she would be taking off her undies. Nope, nope. They were comfy and had doubled as sleeping shorts. “Well… I guess… I mean, I don’t know how it works and all.” She looked down in embarrassment. “You promise you’ll help and not laugh at me?”

 

[JustABadBoy]

"You promise you’ll help and not laugh at me?"

He laughed; he couldn't help it. The question was so ... innocently asked. He wasn't sure whether she meant help her undress, help her dress, help her into the lingerie ... or help her out of it!

He was suddenly reminded of the first negligee he'd ever given a woman. She'd opened the box, exclaimed, then tossed it onto the bedroom's carpet, saying, "It's beautiful."

He'd laughed and said, "But you haven't put it on."

And she'd immediately and quickly stripped, saying with a grand laugh, "Do you think you'll find it more beautiful on me ... or off me?"

They'd made love for hours, and only after they'd finished did he ever see his gift on her. And now, reaching to Kis's second button and loosing it, then moving to the third, he wondered, Should I repeat that performance? Will she allow me to? She's ... she's practically a girl. What do you do...?

He knew what he wanted to do; he wanted to strip her, put her under -- or atop, even better -- the bedding, and make passionate love to her. But, she's practically a girl kept coming back to him.

A smile spread across his face ... and he closed his eyes. Fumbling, he allowed his fingers to continue down her buttons, saying playfully, "If you prefer ... and I promise, I won't peak."

He didn't know if it would comfort her or not, but he knew it would tickle her.

 

[Ruelle]

Kis looked slightly heartbroken as he laughed. He didn't promise but... he still laughed! Giving him a childlish glare, her lips turned into a pout. She tilted her head as he looked as though he was lost in a memory. Looking at his hand, she hoped it wasn't about another female. Really.
It wasn't cool. As long as it was a horrible memory. Then yes, it was cool. Sorta pathetic of her to think, but it was cool.

His hand moved to the second button, and then a third. Kis kept her hands at her side, waiting for him to speak to her. One of the The Family women told her it was rude to interrupt someone's thoughts. Then he smiled and closed his eyes. A smile broke out on her face as well, an instanct reaction.

He seemed to have a little trouble with her shirt as she looked down to watch his hand. "If you prefer ... and I promise, I won't peak," he teased her.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him. "Peak? Why would you peak? I'm not taking off my undies for that dress! It's not even finished!" She pointed at it, realized what she said then looked apologetic. "Not that I don't mind it unfinished! I'm sorry. I... I never owned a dress before."

She shrugged. What use did she have of them? Shorts were much more comfy for her. And she could still feel a breeze.

Kis noticed that he finished unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a rather worn out bra. "Hey, you're real quick 'bout this. Faster than me," she commented sliding it off her shoudlers. "Where should I put this?" The girl shivered slightly feeling a little cold.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Peek?" She asked. "Why would you peak? I'm not taking off my undies for that dress! It's not even finished!"

Kip started to open his eyes to address her, then quickly closed them again, apologizing. "Kis ... I, um ... I, sort of thought you were joking, but now I realize..."

He wasn't sure whether he should feel stupid for not explaining what a negligee was, or stupid for presuming that -- like some slutty cheerleader from high school -- she would simply strip down to put it on, then strip it off to fuck him. Either way, he pretty sure he should feel stupid.

He finished his thought, telling her, "It's a negligee, Kis ... and, well ... that's all there I'd to it. It is finished."

He peeked out of one eye to see her reaction.

 

[Ruelle]

"Kis ... I, um ... I, sort of thought you were joking, but now I realize..."

"It's okay," she replied, waving down the apology. She saw his eyes open then slam shut. "Eh, you can look, 'cause I just have that awesome clothes." It wasn't as though she would be taking of her undies and bra. Nope, nope. She tilted her head to the side as her arm reached out and patted his.

"It's a negligee, Kis ... and, well ... that's all there I'd to it. It is finished."

"Ne..negligee?" the girl looked confused. "Like, for sleeping? I don't see how that's for sleeping." She turned and walked toward it, holding it up before keeping her back to him and donning it on. Her chest was smaller than the 'dress' and if she kept her bra in place, it stayed. Shimming out of her jeans, she didn't change her underwear. The cold hit her body and she shivered again, warming her arms around herself. "Not a very good dress," she shook her head, giving him a cheeky smile. She was going to keep her boyshorts on. No way she was getting out of them with ANYONE in the room.

 

[JustABadBoy]

(OOC -- The pic I use below isn't appropriate for the scene, of course, but I just wanted to use it here because of Kip's description of Kis. I will PM you all of the pics I found for the model we are using later.)


"Like, for sleeping? I don't see how that's for sleeping."

She moved to the bed and began changing, glancing back to ensure he wasn't peeking -- which, of course, he wasn't, because he had taken a half step away from her to get a view of her in the small, cracked mirror standing against the wall between the wooden crate cubbies.

He'd never seen this much of Kis before. She was stunning. The smooth skin, the round buttocks, the flat belly, the long firm legs -- and once, when her grip on her bra slipped a bit -- the full roundness of a single breast and, for just an instant, her dark, hardened nipple.

Ensuring that she, too, wasn't glancing toward the mirror, he reached down and adjusted his package, trying to hide its conspicuousness.

"Not a very good dress," she reminded him, making him smile.

"Are you done?" he asked, already knowing full well that she was. He turned back to her, his eyes actually fully closed, and asked, "Can I look...?"

 

[Ruelle]

(OOC;; Sorry for the short reply. Class just started and I didn't want to leave you with nothing for some hours.)

"Are you done?" he asked. "Can I look?"

She shivered again, rubbing her legs agianst other. "I guess. I mean, I might freeze but you can look," she replied. Kis didn't see the mirror, so when she turned, her eyes widened. Well, lookie thar. Kis shook her head, feeling a little warmer as her hands rubbed against her arms. Oh, she missed the warmth. Oh, right, Kippy was warm! She'd hop over to him after he turned around. Didn't want to waste any precious warm energy.

Kis took a tentive step forward, not sure if he wanted her to stay still or not. She wasn't going to twirl around in it. Not even he begged and made offerings of sweets. Nope. "Something warm would be nice, neh?" she thought aloud. "Kippy, yer warm, right?"

If he wasn't, she was out of ideas. Her eyes moved up, staring at the ceiling. Oh right, he said he could 'turn on the lights'. Curiosity leeched out of her as she stared as the strange dangling... lights.

"Kippy, can you teach me about... turn on the lights?"

 

[JustABadBoy]

Kis pressed up against him, wrapping her arms around him and jiggling, trying to create heat between them.

Kip laughed as he wrapped his arms around her. He rubbed his hands quickly over her skin, the friction warming her skin; he really did it just to hold her, to caress her, but she didn't need to know that.

She was trembling in his arms, whether solely from the cold or from wearing the very revealing negligee Kip couldn't be certain. He figured it was probably a combination of the two, not that it mattered; he was holding a beautiful, half naked woman in his arms ... and that mattered.

"Kippy, can you teach me about..." She looked up toward the ice sickle bulbs dangling all about, "turn on the lights?"

"Of course," he said without thinking, releasing his hold on her to reach for the old vacuum cleaner on-off switch he'd rigged to light the room. Then ... he began thinking!

He guided her over toward the bed, saying, "You're freezing, Bubbles. C'mon, get under the covers, and I'll show you the lights."

He tossed back the covers, then turned away, not wanting her to see the sly smirk upon his lips. Not wanting her to have an opportunity to question his motives, he immediately launched into a monologue about the magic of electricity, telling her that he'd found a solar panel on one roof top, a power converter in a basement, and the lights still in the box in a burned out department store; that he'd used the existing wiring running down the fire hatch, done some creative connecting, and, "Voila, lights."

(OOC -- I'm stopping here because I want to see what you do with Kis during the monologue.)

 

[Ruelle]

"Of course," he told her and then moved her toward the bed, "You're freezing, Bubbles. C'mon, get under the covers and I'll show you the lights."

The covers were pulled back and she snuggled on the bed, bringing the covers back around her. They kept her body heat against her skin. It was much better than standing. Kippy was a little strange now, she noted. He seemed to have an agenda. But Kippy wouldn't, would he? He was honest with her, right? Right. Maybe he just really like these lights.

She listened intensely, everything else washing away as she focused on his words. Kip launched into a monologue into the magic of the electricity. So it was something like lightening then? She had no idea. She pulled the covers tighter to her, leaning forward as she started to talk about solar panels. She didn’t quite understand but got the basics. Stealing energy from the sun, check. But he lost her after that, her mind trying to comprehend what he was telling her. Power converter? What was that? She shook her head, still paying close attention. She’s ask him later. Like tomorrow. Didn’t want to bombard him with questions.

“Volia, lights.”

Kis nodded, her mind still blank, then curled further into the sheet. “Wow, that’s really cool, Kippy. But do you have to turn it off? I mean, can’t it always be light in here? Unless it takes a lot of energy. If it does, I promise I’ll stay in the dark.” Even if she didn’t like the dark. But she didn’t want to be too much trouble for the male.

“Kip, aren’t you cold? I can share your cover with you.”


(OOC-- cool. I hope I did a decent job.)

 

[JustABadBoy]

"I can share your cover with you."

Kip wasn't sure whether she meant sitting side by side with the blanket wrapped around their dressed bodies, or...

But he wasn't going to question it. He wanted to be next to her, and she'd opened the door.

He crossed to a chair by the wall, stood atop it, and pulled apart a connector in the string of Christmas lights; instantly, the illumination dropped as six out of seven of the strands went dark.

He dropped back down, saying, "Yes, I need to save the power."

He hadn't told her about the three dozen car batteries he'd scavenged since he'd discovered the underground space, batteries now all wired to collect the solar panels' production while the sun was up. He flipped another switch, and a moment later, a small space heater added to the glow of the lights dangling from the ceiling.

He stood over her for a moment, looking down at her, intrigued by her reaction to the warm rush of air aimed directly toward the bed. As she responded to the unknown treasure, Kip sat on the edge of the bed and un-threaded the laces of his boots, kicking them off one after another. Then he shed his jacket, and pulled his SEAL issued sweater, his favorite despite the holes and fraying sleeves, off over his head.

Despite the fact that he was still fully dressed, she was seeing him in less than she normally did. Back at the bunker, Kip was typically in his own bed area, asleep; out in the commons, eating or visiting, dressed in near full uniform and packing his side arm; or heading out of the Bunker to work, fully dressed in battle gear and carrying most if not all of his fire arms. This, being in just an under shirt and pants before Kis, was practically naked for Kip.

He moved closer to her, taking the edge of the blankets and making a move to lay her back from her sitting position, he asked, "Have you ever cuddled with a boy?"

 

[Ruelle]

"Yes, I need to save the power." And the lights died out, leaving her sight in utter darkness. Kis held back a scream, but one of the streaming lights flickered on. Her body relaxed and suddenly she felt some warm wind against her skin. She turned to look at the source. A look of joy crossed her face as she moved away from the covers. Sitting at the edge of the bed she stuck her hands out and giggled like a small child.

It was warm air! Warm air! She had never seen anything like this before. She was so mesmerized by the heat, she didn’t feel Kip sit on the bed or even begin to take off a layer of clothes. Her gaze was diverted as the bed moved too much. She saw that he wore a lot less than normal. Well, in what she saw him. He wasn’t wearing his uniform and his shoes were off. She tilted her head, frowning slightly in confusion.

“Have you ever cuddled with a boy?” He moved her from her sitting position. She used her arms to brace herself into a slanted position. What sort of question was that? ‘course she cuddled. Mostly with Emma though. But she still thought that counted. With the cuddle part. The only boys she cuddled was…

“Yeah. Javier. Sometimes we sleep together,” she mentioned, thinking of the eight year. “But not lately anymore. Elder said it wasn’t right. I learned not to go against Elder.” She nodded and let out a sigh. “Why are you asking that? I thought everyone cuddled.” Kis was utterly oblivious. But if Kip was leading her somewhere, she would willingly follow.

“Kip…” she searched his eyes for something.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Kip..." she said softly.

Expectantly he thought. Does she have any idea what I'm asking? He hoped she did; suddenly becoming intimate with her when she didn't see it coming might not be pretty, he knew. Kis, as with the other younger members of the family, had grown up in a different world than he had. They weren't constantly barraged with R-rated movies and sexy music videos and internet porn and graphic lyrics. First, most of those sources no longer existed; and second, the Council of Elders wouldn't have allowed such things in The Bunker. (Kip had found a box of dirty magazines on a scrounging mission and, when he'd shown a couple of them to one of the council members as a joke, he'd nearly been ejected from The Bunker, despite the vital role he played in keeping the Family supplied and secured.

What did Kis know about sex? What had she learned from her mother, or from the older women? She'd only turned 18 today, and with the Elder's insistence that certain laws be maintained, despite the collapse of the Legal System up Topside, Kip knew the girl-turned-woman was still pure of body.

There was only one way to find out. He leaned into her, pressing his lips to hers again, as he moved on hand to her belly, touching her softly. Slow ... don't scare her. As he parted her lips again with a softly protruded tongue, he allowed his hand to caress upwards and outwards to her rib cage, just below her upper arm ... and finally ... ever so slowly ... he brought his hand in ... until ... it slipped ... up ... onto ... her firm ... young ... breast...

 

[Ruelle]

Kis worried when Kip didn’t answer. He seemed to be deep in thought. She tilted her head to the side. The girl remembered when she asked about sex to some of the older women. She never knew what happened to her own mother and could not ask the dead woman the question. Regardless, the women gave her vague responses and told her not to worry about it until she had the approval of the Elders.

Why the approval? Well, it was a part of their rules. It would be bad if they were over populated with a lot of little mouths to feed. And… they had no source of birth control or protection. In a way, it was logical, but the Elders had decided that those who were not in a committed relationship would not know of the act. Kis had once accidently walked into a couple doing it. Needless to say, she became more confused. (At the time, she had been told that Sex was food from one of the older men. They thought it was funny. The Elders did not.)

Kip leaned into her, his lips pressing against hers. She didn’t know what to, hence looking like a deer facing headlights. She shivered as his hand rested on her stomach. She squeaked at the touch but didn’t react otherwise. She felt the heat of his hand move up against her body. Kis moaned softly as he parted her lips. The girl really had no idea what to do as she felt something pull in the pit of her stomach.

Her eyes widened as his touched her breast, a small mewl escaping her throat. Her body arched into his touch as the last of her air escaped her. He was the first she'd ever kissed adn the first who ever touched her like that. And at this point, she considered he might be the last.

 

[JustABadBoy]

She didn't fight him; Kis was accepting his soft caressing of her body, the gently squeezing of her breast. That was the first step, Kip told himself and he slowly added a bit of passion to their kiss. As she followed his lead, he whispered, "I've wanted to kiss you since the day I met you."

As soon as he'd said it, he wondered whether he should have. She'd been young then, too young, and he would never have been stupid enough to even be in the same room alone with her let alone put his lips or hands upon her as he was now.

Out there, up Topside, the most hellish of things were happening to females, women and girls alike. It never changes, one of the Elders had told him once. The most tragic victims of any war are not the dead for they find themselves in the hands of God. No the most tragic victims are our daughters, who find themselves in the hands of men.

Kip had been very patient waiting for Kis, never really knowing if whether, when the time came for him to make his move, she would even be receptive to his intimate advances. So far, so good, he thought as he moved his lower body a bit closer to her own and slipped his fingers around her pert nipple, squeezing it gently.

 

[Ruelle]

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you,” he whispered.

Kis slightly frowned, as if thinking the day they met. She tilted her head to side. Why was the memory of fuzzy. The girl could mostly remember the morning then—oh right, she had walked straight in into the wall, causing her to have a massive headache for the rest of the day. She couldn’t quite place him that day, but the next she remembered. Looking back at him, she tilted her head and smiled. “Well, you couldn’t have before you wanted to kiss me. ‘cause you wouldn’t have met me then. So it’s really more of a fact than anything else.”

A gasp left her lips as he gently squeezed her nipple with his fingers. She didn’t understand why it didn’t hurt, but decided to go with it. After all, it sorta felt nice. Kis closed her eyes, not wanting to see his expression. If he thought that she was doing this wrong… she didn’t want to see the disappointed look on his face. One of her legs, which dangled off the bed, tensed as if unsure whether to help its owner escape or relax and let her stay.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Kip chuckled softly at Kis's gasp, his hand gently squeezing her nipple through the negligee's thin cloth. "Sorry. Did I hurt you?"

She hesitated. He wasn't sure if that was because she was contemplating an answer or was simply nervous about him fondling her. He pressed his mouth to her again, deciding he didn't want an answer. He dropped him mouth to her neck, and raised his hand to her shoulder, slipping a pair of fingers beneath the strap of the little teddy and -- kissing her shoulder, then her clavicle, then her upper chest to try to hide the fact that he was doing it -- slowly pulled the strap from her shoulder until her breast was exposed.

He could tell by her reaction that she knew he'd bared her breast, but before she could do anything about it -- whether she would have or not he didn't know -- he took her hard nipple into his mouth and toyed at it with his tongue.

 

[Virgininneed]

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[Virgininneed]

I think it would be best if you started

 

[JustABadBoy]

(OOC -- Simone is an available character, for any female writers interested.)


Vladimir Orlov returned to the bedroom to find the women exactly where he'd left them. Simone was continuing to fondle her own pussy with one hand, keeping her self wet for her Warlord, while gently caressing the well shaped ass of the other woman; and Toshika -- who'd only told Vladi her name after a third treatment of sodium pentothal -- of course hadn't moved because her limbs were bound by rope to the four bed posts of the tall, king sized bed.

"What can I do to you?" Simone asked with a suggestive voice, parting her legs slightly to show him her wet, swollen pussy. When Vladi stopped at the end of the bed and stared down at the lovely, firm ass of the suspected-spy, Simone's smile faded. "She won't satisfy you like I do, Vladi."

"Not drugged up like she is, you stupid bitch," he said softly, giving the woman a sharp glare.

The tall, full bodied blond sat up, sneering down at the back of the much smaller, petite brunette. "She's a little girl, Vladi. How was I supposed to know it would knock her out like--"

"Over the chair," he said calmly.

Simone's snide expression faded. She whispered in a pleading tone, "Vladi, please--"

"Over the chair."

She hesitated, then slid off the bed and circled the bed to an large, leather covered recliner. With a bit of effort, she tipped it forward until its head padding rested on the floor, the back rear of the chair in the air like the peak of a pyramid. She straddled the leather back of the chair and leaned forward; she grabbed the two distant feet to hold her belly and breasts away from the now exposed bottom springs.

Vladi watched her prepare herself for her punishment in silence, then once she was in position, he dropped his leather coat over the back of Toshika's legs, stepped out of his sweat pants, and moved up behind the woman's splayed legs.

"Are you going to be more careful with my new pet," he asked her, his voice calm, as if a mother softly scolding a child for breaking a drinking glass.

"Yes, Vladi," she answered. Just those two words revealed the concern in her voice.

He reached up between her thighs and found her pussy, playing with it, wetting her all about, and opening her. He moved forward, his longer legs pressing against the backs of hers. As he grabbed his erection and placed it at her wet opening, he asked, "How much more careful?"

"Very careful, Vladi. I pro--" She screamed out in a combination of shock and pain as her lover and master rammed himself hard, all the way to the bottom. After the scream subsided, she cried, "I'll be careful, Vladi ... I promise."

Vladi started ramming hard into her, grasping her hips to pull her to him and his groin surged forth hard, again and again and again. He asked louder, more forcefully, "How careful?"

Simone was sobbing now, not so much from the pain -- he'd fucked her harder than this before, and not always with his dick -- but from the knowledge that he could be harder on her. "Careful, Vladi, I promise. Like a sister, Vladi, like a sister, I pro-mise..."

He continued to pound against her, listening to the springs on the bottom of the chair squeak with his fierce thrusts, until finally he erupted inside of her, ramming his full length deep inside of her and arching his back to grunt in satisfaction at the peeling paint on the ceiling.

When the last ejaculations ended, he took a moment to enjoy not just the aftermath of the sex, but the reason behind it. Then, he pulled out of her and turned toward the bed. His glistening erection pointed directly at Toshika. And even more so than the enjoyment he'd gotten from Simone, Vladi was happy that Toshika -- who wasn't able to move because of the overdose of date-rape like drug but was totally aware of her surroundings and the punishment taking place before her -- had seem every last moment of it.

 

[Virgininneed]

Tosh stared up trembling as vladi entered the room. She could barely move from all of the drugs they'd given her. She wouldn't be able to fight, resist, or hurt him at all. She moaned quietly looking away to hide her tears. She hadn't had sex since she lost her virginity in a gang-rape. It was a tactic they had used to get information from her, but it didn't work.

She listened to the footseps approaching and could feel hid eyes staring down at her. She looked up at the woman staring down at her and cringed. What were they going to do to her?

Her eyes widened as she heard him tell her to bend over the chair. The pleading frightened her. Was he going to torture the woman? "Are you going to be more careful with my new pet," he asked her, his voice calm. Pet? She cried quietly into the pillow. The only sex shed ever had was painful and scarring.

She was terrified as she watched the punishment before her. It reminded her so much of before. She cowered as he turned towards her

 

[JustABadBoy]

Vladi stared down at Toshika, ogling her entire form. If it wasn't for the scars on various parts of her body, he might have thought Simone's description of the woman as a little girl was accurate. Toshika



Vladi moved to the end of the bed, retrieving his sweat pants and sitting down between her bound ankles. He donned the bottoms, marveling at the soft feel of the cotton cloth. A few months earlier, he'd gotten the matching seat of sweats, the leather coat still resting across Toshika' naked thighs, and a dozen Czech made AK-47s, as payment for from a French aid agency for brokering the return of a downed airmen from some local criminals. It hadn't seemed appropriate at the time, of course, for Vladi to point out that the boss of the gang was his own brother, or that the airman captivity -- eighteen long, miserable months -- had been in the basement of this very building.

Vladi looked to Simone. She was upright, her hands resting on the peak of the upturned chair, but otherwise she was exactly as Vladi had left her. He looked to the back of the chair and saw the the fluids -- his and hers -- dripping between her parted thighs onto the leather. He grimaced, snapping, "Clean that up! Then, get lost."

Simone hurried to the bathroom, snatching up her tattered silk robe as she passed. A minute later, with wet rag in hand, she'd cleaned up her mess, then departed -- but not before giving Vladi's new pet a sharp, hateful glare.

Vladi took a long moment to relax, taking and releasing several deep breaths. Then, he turned and pulled the leather coat from Toshika's legs ... and ogled the pink folds of flesh exposed by her parted legs. He reached up and gave her ass a soft spank, then turned and crawled onto the bed to rest on his elbow beside the woman. He looked her body over again, then looked into his eyes as he gently caressed her face and pulled the dark hair back from her cheek.

"I think we could become good friends, Todchik-- Tosh-i-kuh--" He drew a frustrated breath, then smiled broadly. "You would think that with six languages and a couple of dozen dialects under my belt, that I could pronounce one woman's name, no...? I will call you Toshi. That good, ya?"

His hand caressed its way down her back, a finger tracing what looked like a knife wound, as well as a bullet wound. "Yes ... I think we could become good friends. "I must apologize for my friend. The sodium pentothal ... she ... not so good at numbers ... measurements. She wasn't agent like me, so ... no training." He donned a big smile. "But good news is..." He slapped Toshika on the ass again. "...she not kill you!"

He laughed aloud, pleased with his dark humor. When the laughter died down, he looked back to the bound woman again and said, "Speaking of truth syrup ... serum? Yes, serum. You ... you say some funny things. First you are business woman ... then you are vacation ... then you tourist -- isn't that same, vacation and tourist?" His smile faded and his expression became more serious. "Then you CIA ... then you not CIA ... then you is again..." His hand, still laying upon Toshika's bare ass squeezed a tight cheek. "You think maybe more than one of you in there...? Like ... how do they say ... multiplied persons... hmm?"

He waited a moment for her to speak but all the woman did was stare at him. He reached to her wrist and checked her pulse. "Still low. How do the kids say ... um, Too bad, so sad? I hope we have some fun today, like Simone and I have some fun. But maybe tomorrow...?"

He leaned in, pulling her hair back again and kissing her cheek. He whispered, "I cut you loose, and I bring you food. But ... when the drugs wear off in ... maybe two ... three hour ... you not try to escape because if you do ... oh ... I think I would not want to have fun with you ... but the boys out side would. Yes...?"

He petted Toshika's ass once more, marveling at how nice it felt, then stood and jerked at the quick release knots at the corners of the bed. Her wrists and ankles remained bound, but the other ends of the ropes just hung off the side of the bed.

Vladi gave her another longing ogle, then turned and headed away, calling back loudly, "Tomorrow then, my little CIA not CIA agent not agent lovely."

After he'd left the room, one of the guard's outside leered at Toshika, then conspicuously brandished his assault rifle and close and locked the door.

(OOC -- Food and water will be brought in my an unidentified woman, escorted by the two guards after you have regained your facilities. You will not see Vladi until tomorrow.)

 

[Virgininneed]

Toshika woke up as someone entered the room. Two men and a woman were bringing her food and water. She covered herself with the blankets shyly. The guards were leering at her and she tried to ignore it.

Once they left she wrapped the blanket around her and began to eat. The food was delicious, but the ropes on her wrists and ankles reminded her she was still a prisoner. Tears rand down her cheeks as she finished. She knew what was going to happen to her, again, and it scared her.

The jokes he made at her, talking like she couldn't speak English well. She lived in America for fifteen years! She had an accent but could speak very well. She felt humiliated, lying there while he stared at her.

She sat in the bed sobbing as the door opened. Trembling she stopped glaring at her captor