Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Savages (3)
A partially bombed out building in Aleppo, Syria.
Grace’s body was stretched beyond endurance. Every sinew cried out, muscles creaking, bones cracking … the pain becoming more agonisingly acute as every second passed as perspiration ran down her body in copious rivulets.
The bearded man joined the scarred one as they watched her, lecherous grins splitting their fleshy lips. In an attempt to distract from the pain, Special Agent Miller shook her head furiously, but her diaphragm was so stretched that Grace was having trouble breathing. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and the hung, bound and beaten girl let out a long, lingering high pitch cry.
Eventually the stretching stopped and the scarred man simply released the chains. Special Agent Miller fell with a heavy thud to the hard ground, where she lay in a motionless heap. The bindings around her ankles were untied, and the iron wrists manacles were unlocked. Each limb now bore the clear indented marks of her bondage …
Grace was barely conscious, her mind disoriented, body aflame with red, raised welts … but they were not yet done. The two men pulled her across the room until they reached a large tin bath ... it was already filled with murky stagnant water.
Her senses were beginning to return when once again she felt her wrists being bound behind her back. "What . . . are you doing." She asked, an infusion of panic in her tone.
Without a word, but by way of reply, Scar-face gripped the back of Grace’s neck and dunked her head unceremoniously into the bath. Grace tried to cry out but her mouth was immediately filled with the putrid liquid. She was held tightly submerged as she kicked her feet out to no avail, her mind filled with the awful memories of China (see Operation Sinosphere).
She twisted and turned, but the tight grip on her arms and neck remained. With a life-battling desperation Grace tried to lift her head, but the hold on her body was too strong. She spluttered, as water invaded her nose and mouth … drowning her.
When she was finally pulled free, hair soaked and plastered to her head, water pouring out of her nostrils, Grace desperately sucked in several huge gulps of air. It was mid gasp, with her mouth wide open, that the hapless Agent was plunged back under.
She fought and struggled, sending water careering all around, until eventually she was once again pulled free.
Don't beg! Don't give them anything!!!
But this time the pause was even more brief, and with a malicious laugh, her face was shoved under once more. As she was held tightly submerged, Grace’s movements began to slow, and moments later she stopped moving altogether.
The two men look at each other. "We were supposed ..." said the bearded man, concern underpinning his tone as he pulled Grace's head up by her hair. As soon as she was free of the water the trained Agent shoved her head backwards as hard as she could, butting the bearded man square on the nose.
Scampering to her feet, hands till tied, Grace ran towards the door. With ‘the beard’ still holding his bloody nose, the men recovered from the surprise action and ran after her.
Special Agent Miller’s escape attempt was admirable, but always futile. They caught her as she entered the dark corridor, no more than a few feet from the doorway of the room she had been in.
"No," she yelled as she was dragged back towards the bucket. "No. Noooooo. Sophia, where are you?”
Another room in the partially bombed out building in Aleppo, Syria.
Sophia was in a different room, sitting on her ass, her back pressed against the cold brick wall, slender thighs pulled up to her ample chest. Small, delicate hands were covering her ears as she buried her face in between her knees ... the poor girl was slowly going out of her mind!
She was still, of course, naked.
The lights in the room flashed on and off, and from the speakers a screeching sound blared constantly. This has been going on for what seemed like, ever!
As the cacophony assaulted her senses, the young girl tried to block it all out, but the light and sound still made its way into her head. She rocked and shook, as this damned torture went on and on and on ...
She tried to mentally play a song of her own but the awful sound made concentration impossible. Sophia moved her forearm to block her eyes but the flashing brightness continued to infiltrate her vision. Her poor head ached like never before. Fingers, soaked by beads of perspiration, plugged her ears but it didn't help. The damned effects were relentless, white noise playing in her head like some awful personal horror movie.
Then, as suddenly as they had started, the lights and sound went out, plunging the room into a quiet and eerie darkness. Sophia sat staring into the gloomy space before her.
It's … over?
Then, suddenly, like a lightning bolt, the lights came back on, flashing in strobes, as the cacophonous levels of noise blasted through the speakers once more.
“STOPPPPPPP!” Sophia cried out and once again covered her ears and tightening herself into as small a shape as she could manage in a vain attempt to keep the sights and sounds out … but it was useless. The poor girl could do nothing except sit and endure as her senses were violently battered.
Whilst Sophia was being tortured in one concrete cell, the door to another such room opened. Two men, one bearded and one scarred, dragged Special Agent Miller inside, depositing her naked, soaking wet and abused body callously onto the hard floor. Grace’s welted, nubile form was unmoving, save for her irregular shallow breathing.
Sophia. What are they doing to Sophia?
… was her final thought as a welcome blackness took away her consciousness.
To be continued …
A partially bombed out building in Aleppo, Syria.
Grace’s body was stretched beyond endurance. Every sinew cried out, muscles creaking, bones cracking … the pain becoming more agonisingly acute as every second passed as perspiration ran down her body in copious rivulets.
The bearded man joined the scarred one as they watched her, lecherous grins splitting their fleshy lips. In an attempt to distract from the pain, Special Agent Miller shook her head furiously, but her diaphragm was so stretched that Grace was having trouble breathing. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and the hung, bound and beaten girl let out a long, lingering high pitch cry.
Eventually the stretching stopped and the scarred man simply released the chains. Special Agent Miller fell with a heavy thud to the hard ground, where she lay in a motionless heap. The bindings around her ankles were untied, and the iron wrists manacles were unlocked. Each limb now bore the clear indented marks of her bondage …
Grace was barely conscious, her mind disoriented, body aflame with red, raised welts … but they were not yet done. The two men pulled her across the room until they reached a large tin bath ... it was already filled with murky stagnant water.
Her senses were beginning to return when once again she felt her wrists being bound behind her back. "What . . . are you doing." She asked, an infusion of panic in her tone.
Without a word, but by way of reply, Scar-face gripped the back of Grace’s neck and dunked her head unceremoniously into the bath. Grace tried to cry out but her mouth was immediately filled with the putrid liquid. She was held tightly submerged as she kicked her feet out to no avail, her mind filled with the awful memories of China (see Operation Sinosphere).
She twisted and turned, but the tight grip on her arms and neck remained. With a life-battling desperation Grace tried to lift her head, but the hold on her body was too strong. She spluttered, as water invaded her nose and mouth … drowning her.
When she was finally pulled free, hair soaked and plastered to her head, water pouring out of her nostrils, Grace desperately sucked in several huge gulps of air. It was mid gasp, with her mouth wide open, that the hapless Agent was plunged back under.
She fought and struggled, sending water careering all around, until eventually she was once again pulled free.
Don't beg! Don't give them anything!!!
But this time the pause was even more brief, and with a malicious laugh, her face was shoved under once more. As she was held tightly submerged, Grace’s movements began to slow, and moments later she stopped moving altogether.
The two men look at each other. "We were supposed ..." said the bearded man, concern underpinning his tone as he pulled Grace's head up by her hair. As soon as she was free of the water the trained Agent shoved her head backwards as hard as she could, butting the bearded man square on the nose.
Scampering to her feet, hands till tied, Grace ran towards the door. With ‘the beard’ still holding his bloody nose, the men recovered from the surprise action and ran after her.
Special Agent Miller’s escape attempt was admirable, but always futile. They caught her as she entered the dark corridor, no more than a few feet from the doorway of the room she had been in.
"No," she yelled as she was dragged back towards the bucket. "No. Noooooo. Sophia, where are you?”
Another room in the partially bombed out building in Aleppo, Syria.
Sophia was in a different room, sitting on her ass, her back pressed against the cold brick wall, slender thighs pulled up to her ample chest. Small, delicate hands were covering her ears as she buried her face in between her knees ... the poor girl was slowly going out of her mind!
She was still, of course, naked.
The lights in the room flashed on and off, and from the speakers a screeching sound blared constantly. This has been going on for what seemed like, ever!
As the cacophony assaulted her senses, the young girl tried to block it all out, but the light and sound still made its way into her head. She rocked and shook, as this damned torture went on and on and on ...
She tried to mentally play a song of her own but the awful sound made concentration impossible. Sophia moved her forearm to block her eyes but the flashing brightness continued to infiltrate her vision. Her poor head ached like never before. Fingers, soaked by beads of perspiration, plugged her ears but it didn't help. The damned effects were relentless, white noise playing in her head like some awful personal horror movie.
Then, as suddenly as they had started, the lights and sound went out, plunging the room into a quiet and eerie darkness. Sophia sat staring into the gloomy space before her.
It's … over?
Then, suddenly, like a lightning bolt, the lights came back on, flashing in strobes, as the cacophonous levels of noise blasted through the speakers once more.
“STOPPPPPPP!” Sophia cried out and once again covered her ears and tightening herself into as small a shape as she could manage in a vain attempt to keep the sights and sounds out … but it was useless. The poor girl could do nothing except sit and endure as her senses were violently battered.
Whilst Sophia was being tortured in one concrete cell, the door to another such room opened. Two men, one bearded and one scarred, dragged Special Agent Miller inside, depositing her naked, soaking wet and abused body callously onto the hard floor. Grace’s welted, nubile form was unmoving, save for her irregular shallow breathing.
Sophia. What are they doing to Sophia?
… was her final thought as a welcome blackness took away her consciousness.
To be continued …
Thank you.
