Sit back and endure the abuse

From Create Your Own Story

Dread overcomes you as you realize it might not make 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. Instinctively, you clamp your lips together, but they separate in a scream when he claws deeply 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. Your eyes widen as you realize you've unconsciously spread your thighs 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 waist in a futile attempt to slow down his grinding gyrations between your thighs. The sensation of your lacy panties brushing up on your clit elicits a soft, strenuous moan from your lips.

The soldier is momentarily gratified by your moan. He 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 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 to let you live as my little concubine after they're done with you."

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. 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.

• Beg him to give you his cock. 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.

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