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Milenko & Nixie

Shaun followed her into the kitchen and listened closely to her words, his head still a little sore from his hang over. He greatly received the coffee and to avoid speaking drank it fast but in short sips to try and make it last longer. He grinned at her curiosity, did she really think he would just tell her thinks she wasn’t supposed to know. A journalist to him was a cancerous cell, you give them something they want and the grow more and more of a problem. "Questions, questions, questions... its all you 'people' ever do, ask questions!..." He finally replied in a disgruntled tone as he set the empty mug on the counter and shook his head as he spoke. O how he longed for the order to 'deal with her'. How easy it would be for him to pull out his gun and shoot her point blank in the face, he could then make it look like a suicide. Or even a burglary gone wrong. He knew the right people who could set the scene, those people would then return a few days later to investigate the scene and perform the post mortem which would eventually give Shaun the evidence he would need to get away with murder.

Though for now he kept those ideas in his head. He smirked and shook his head again before speaking.
"Do you actually think I would tell you the answers to any of those questions?... Do you think I want to hear my name on the evening news?..." He added in a angrier tone. His breath now heavy and his shades slid down his nose a little to reveal his eyes partially.


"Wow!... naughty, naughty!" The Soldier who was straddling her said as he avoided her attempt at a head butt. He was quick to return the gesture and punch her in the face. His left fist collideing with her left cheek forcing her head to roll over to the right. He then turned his attention back to her torso where he tore her bra from her and threw it away. He then groped her breasts roughly as his friends continued to hold her down. Soon her trousers were pulled down her legs along with her boots. "Check out the scar on her leg mate!... fucking sick as fuck!" One of the soldiers told the new third man who was straddling her. Her underwear was soon to be pulled away leaving her naked on the cold hard concrete floor of the barracks. Surrounded by empy bunk beds and foot lockers the three men enjoyed their new female comrade.

The man on top of her removed his uniform as quickly as possible. With the help of his friends he spread Amy's legs and he forced himself inside her. Like a animal he fucked her as hard and fast as he could. His cock sliding in and out of her roughly. He wasn’t wearing a condom and cared little about the fact as he raped Amy. His friends continuing to hold her down and laugh and cheer.
 
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