The girl was gently crying, but she nodded. She smelled of fear and he still found that incredibly exciting, his member briefly engorging to touch her on the ass. Other than in agreed-upon “scenes” he had never been so brutal to a woman in his life. And she had, no question, not been a willing participant. It had been paid rape, pure and simple. His conscience was still nagging at him, but he was ignoring it. He slid his hand up to cradle one lovely breast and fell asleep like he’d been drugged.
Mike woke up, once, when the girl tried to slip out of bed. He simply grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back to spoon, then went back to sleep. The second time he woke to the sound of his phone ringing. He pushed her into the corner of the bed and picked it up, checking the time as he did. It had only been four hours, not nearly enough time for NEST to have arrived and done a full survey.
“Duncan,” he said after a moment; he still wasn’t used to his cover name.
“Northcote,” the man said. “Go scramble.”
Mike punched in the code on the phone and hit scramble.
“Be aware,” Mike said. “I’m in an unsecure location.”
“That’s fine,” Northcote said. “The IFOR team has finished a preliminary evaluation. They’ve found traces of plutonium, uranium and tritium. There’s also a container that probably held new tritium, which is one of the things…”
“Look,” Mike said, “this is all fine and dandy. But call me back when a full sweep has been completed including information from the area. I need to sleep; I’ve been on continuous ops for a while. I’ll probably be over there this evening; I’m not far away.”
“Okay,” Northcote replied, nonplussed. “Will do.”
“Bye,” Mike replied, hitting the disconnect. He tossed the phone on his clothes on the floor and pulled the girl to him, entering her dry and pumping her hard. It clearly hurt and her face was screwed up in pain. After raping her for a while, he pulled out, then grabbed her camisole from the floor, forcing it into her mouth as a gag and entered her again. She tried to fight him this time, but he was much stronger than she was and there was no way for her to stop him raping her. He slammed her, brutally, holding her hands above her head with one hand gripping her wrists and twisting at her nipples with the other as she cried out in pain against the gag.
That wasn’t enough, so he turned her over again, using her panties to tie her to the bedstand and tying the camisole around the back of her head. He put on another condom, then pulled out his belt and whipped her ass red as she cried in pain. Finally, when he was so full of cum he felt he would burst, he mounted her, hard, pounding her lovely ass brutally, while kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. He still held back, though, giving her a full, hard fucking, before letting himself release into her ass.
When he was done he threw the condom away and untied her.
“Lick me clean,” he said, pushing her head down to his crotch. “Clean me all up.”
The girl did as he said, then he pushed his cock into her mouth.
“Suck it,” he ordered, lying back. “Suck me back to life.”
She blew him and played with him until he was engorged again, and then Mike threw her on her back and started pounding her again.
“I love raping you,” he said, looking at her face that was screwed up in fear and pain. “Look at me,” he ordered. When she opened her eyes a crack he laughed at the fear in them and they shot closed again at his expression. “I love raping you. I’m going to do it over and over again until I have to leave.”
He’d already come several times, so he could fuck her for as long as he wanted. He kept pounding her and pounding her as she cried and whimpered in pain at the tearing in her pussy. She never got wet and it had to be painful as hell. He lifted her legs up in the air and slapped her ass, hard, spanking her until she was crying openly, sobbing and pleading at him to stop hurting her. This gave him enough juice that he could come again.
He collapsed on her again and then pulled out, pulling her to him in a spoon.
“You are the greatest girl to rape I have ever met,” Mike whispered, licking at her ear as she tried to turn away. “I am having so much fun raping you, I might never stop. I can keep this up all day and all night.”
“Please,” the girl whimpered. “Please stop hurt me.”
“No,” Mike said, pulling her hard into him so his dick was right in the crack of her ass. “I like hurting you. I like scaring you. I like raping you. And when I wake up, I’m going to do it again. But don’t try to get away or I’ll beat the ever-living crap out of you.”
He played with her body for a bit and then went back to sleep.
He woke up at a second call, looking out the window for a handle on the time. The sky was red with sunset so he figured it was about right. The phone said four PM, local time.
“I’m already scrambled,” he said, sitting on the bed and reaching over to touch the ass of the girl in the bed. She trembled but held still.
“NEST has completed its evaluation and there’s some intel on the activities here you should hear,” Northcote said.
“I’ll be over in about fifteen to thirty,” Mike answered, hitting the disconnect and tossing it on the bedside table. He fondled the girl’s ass, which was still red with strap marks from his belt, then squeezed it, hard, eliciting a mew of fear from the girl. He reached into his jump bag, pulled out another condom and rolled the girl over on her stomach.
She had learned to accept him raping her in the ass, but she was still tight. And she cried as he did it to her. He pounded her, playing with her tits and only pulling her nipples a little bit, until he came.
“You’ve been a lot of fun,” Mike said, throwing the condom away and dipping into his pants. He pulled out a wad of euros and tossed them on the crying girl’s back. “I’m going to tell your pimp that that is for you. And I’ll check up, make sure he hasn’t taken it from you. I’ll also tell him that unless you want, you’re off-duty tonight.”
The girl rolled over and pulled the money from behind her back, her tears drying and eyes widening at the sight of the bills. He wasn’t sure how much was in the fold, but it was probably half a year’s pay for the girl. Most of the money she made, usually two or four to one, went to her pimp, even “tips” like Mike’s. She flipped through the roll then looked at Mike, quizzically, for the first time without fear in her eyes.
“I’m not particularly proud of that side of me,” Mike said as he pulled on his clothes. “It comes out from time to time, but I don’t like it. That,” he added, gesturing with his chin at the money, “doesn’t make up for what I did to you. But… it helps. Both you and me. And I’m sorry for how I treated you, but I was at a point where it was do what I did or kill somebody. And, unfortunately, right now there’s nobody left for me to kill.”
“Is okay,” Magdelena said, pulling the clip off the roll and counting the money. “Not like, much hurt, much… bad memory.” She got to the end of the quick count and looked at him again, curiously. “But for this, is okay. Would do again.”
“Yeah,” Mike said as he holstered his piece and picked up his jump bag. “But then you’d be acting. It wouldn’t be the same.”
The brothel had a few customers checking out the girls when he walked downstairs, but he spotted Kovacic talking to somebody on the door who must have been a bouncer. He waved him over with a lift of the head as he headed for the door.