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Predicament [Averavic & Flux]

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The young woman had been in this wrecthed place for a few days now with no sign of rescue from her organization that had asked her to come and do a sweep of the inner workings to this group. She hardly had eaten and she was tired, but Luena Hariness was a tough cookie to crack. Even as she sat there with her arms tied about her back in the single chair within the closed off room, her mind continued to race, mulling over what her next move might be. She wrung her wrists, trying to make the ropes more lax but to no avail. Pursing her pinkened lips together, she let out a slow sigh through her nose as she relaxed her shoulders.

She lost track of time a long time ago, but she felt the presence of something fast approaching down the hall. The door was closed and with no window so she could not see outside to anything else going on. She stiffened, wondering what was about to happen, hanging her head forward as her black hair fell over her shoulders. It had been the same slew of questions as anyone who had someone break into their secret place would ask; where was she from, who was she working for, things of that nature. She hadn’t muttered a word to them, maybe throwing out an insult or two if they became a bit rougher. It wasn’t difficult to try and build those walls around herself for the time being. Lue just needed the time until a recon mission was launched to come and get her out of here.
 
A security officer escorted the lead interrogator, Hannes Muller down the hall. The halls were nothing but cold, hard stone, with steel doors every 4 or 5 steps. Except for the clicking of their heels on the concrete, there was silence. Both knew why they were here, and both knew what was to come. Hannes carried with him a small case, the contents of which Lue had become intimately familiar with in the past week. The security officer carried a portable lamp. They had not even given her the chance to leave her cell to be interrogated.

The officer opened the door and the dim light from the hall brightened the corners of the cell. To Lue - who had been so accustomed to the dark - it was almost blinding. The pair entered together, and Hannes set his bag down and began sorting through it while the officer set up the lamp. He flicked a switch and the powerful bulb flickered to life, shining its spotlight on Lue. The officer left, closing the door behind him. Hannes stood beyond the halo of light, little more than a dark silhouette. "Hello again." He said simply. "Are we going to be talking today, my dear?"
 
Lue closed her eyes tightly at first as the door opened and then slowly opened one eye to adjust to the sudden interference within the darkness. There was that damn bastard again, the annoying one with the smug look that continued to try and pry into her mind. She straightened in her seat, seeming to not struggle anymore as she stared up to him with unblinking eyes, a blank stare that was not wavering.

"You know me. You must enjoy doing the same things, day in and day out..." Lue tried to give him a smile, making fun of his superiority over her. She was the one who was captured but she did have an attitude about her.
 
Hannes smiled back, confident that her smug attitude would be done away with in short order. "Yes, I do know you." He said, walking around so he was behind her. He laid both hands on her shoulders and leaned forward. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he spoke softly. "And I think I have been using the wrong tactics." He gave her shoulders a light squeeze, like you might give to a child. "You will break, you have my word. We have just been going around this the wrong way." He had circled around as he spoke, so he now stood beside the light. He stepped forward slightly, blocking some of the light, and squatted down so they were at eye level. His face was shrouded in darkness, the light shining around him like a halo. "I've been thinking a lot about you this past week. Would you like to know what I think of you?"
 
Lue tried to inch away from him, looking disgusted as he stepped in front of her, but she still did not break her eye contact with him. She said in anticipating silence, not knowing what he meant about the wrong kind of tactics. Well, to her, she wouldn't be telling him a damn thing anytime soon. And she would not bite onto her curiosity of what he thought of her because she was certain that she already knew the answer. "And I would care for your answer why?"
 
There was no trace of the smile left as he replied. "Because I control your fate." He let that sink in for a moment, and then the smile returned as he raised a hand to her face, tracing the tips of his fingers around her various bruises. They varied greatly in colour. Some were fresh and only a faintly dark mark on her otherwise beautiful skin. Others had deepened to a dark spotted purple after a few days. "I'm going to tell you what I think anyways." He said, his fingers moving to trace across her plump lips. "I think it is quite a waste to have you slowly dying alone in this dark cell. Oh, don't get me wrong on this. Whether you live or die is quite inconsequential at this point. Yes, you have made it very clear you don't intend to talk. But there are so many possibilities for you besides snuffing you out like the dying flame you are." He stood up again, shielding her from the light momentarily before stepping aside. He knelt beside her now, his hands tracing down her lean arms, over cuts and scars and bruises. "What I think, my dear... Is that my men deserve a reward for all their hard work. And I can think of nothing better than you."
 
The girl shuddered as he continued to explore her banged up body with his fingers. It was a gentle touch but mockingly so. There was no need for it. Lue felt all the more disgusted with the fact that he was suggesting that she would be doing something with his men. Her eyes grew a bit wider and this time she did try, and failed, to move her hands. "Oh? Don't you dare!" She spat bitterly, trying to wobble out of her chair. It creaked and cracked under the force but it didn't budge from its place. "I won't..." She heard her mind speaking these words out loud but it was slowly sinking in what he was suggesting. "No."
 
He slapped her with the back of his hand, hard. Her head reeled to the side and her skin was red, hot, and tender where he struck her. "Enough." He said sternly, the soft tone of his voice replaced by cold steel. He left her there in the bright light, and she could hear the sound of metal clinking about as he retrieved something from his bag. He came back into the light, and something metallic in his hand caught the light - a pair of metal scissors. "The fight will be gone from you soon enough." He said casually as he advanced on her. "And it would be best if you remained still. Wouldn't want more scars on that beautiful skin of yours." He began cutting her clothes away roughly. The cuts he had made on her before were precise and specific. These were more wild and irregular, her clothing tearing away in wide swaths and thrown aside into the darkness.
 
The girl realized that he truly meant it as something else other than a threat. She made a sound after he hit her, turning her head away from him up until she felt the cold metal of the scissors going through the fabric of her shirt and up against her skin. Turning her head back to face Hannes, she frowned, worry seeping into her eyes slowly. "So this is your plan?! To use my body?!" She flt a sickening twist in her stomach, tying up in knots. "It won't make a difference. It won't work..."
 
He laughed at that, barely able to contain himself. He backed up from her, holding his stomach and bending over, his laughter echoing off the cold stone walls. "It won't work?" He said through his tears, his stomach actually beginning to hurt with laughter. He contained himself and breathed deeply for a moment before continuing his task. With a few snips the last shred of her shirt was off. He pulled away the remaining strands of fabric and tossed them aside, leaving her sitting in the chair in a bra and her pants - which were already partially shredded in places from their previous encounters. "My dear, you have grossly misunderstood your situation here." Her reached forward and pulled her bra away from her, snipping it away piece by piece. He pulled it away, leaving her chest bear, and tossed the bra aside. He took a step back to admire her as he spoke. "This isn't some ploy to get the information from you. I told you, I've accepted your resolve on that. No, you can think of this more as a - well a new lifestyle for you. I don't even need anything from you. My men will simply take what they like." He gestured at her with the scissors. "That's you, my dear, in case you were wondering. Yes, they will take what they like, moral will increase, and that will be that. See, there is little you can do to stop this from working, as you so naively put it."
 
Lue shut her eyes as he pulled her bra and cut it off. The cool air hit her front like being slammed against a block of ice. She shivered, her chest heaving once as she took in a deep breath. She bit the inside of her cheek to suppress the urge to feel embarrassed as she tried to conclude in her head that these people were monsters and not human at all. The agent looked at him, not being able to escape, but still trying to see a flicker of hope beyond that dark tunnel of her life right now. "And then I will be rescued by the rest of my team. I'm sure they're looking for me," she growled beneath her breath. His laughter just made her angry. But even so, she was still tied down to a chair with her chest out, pink budded nipples growing erect and hard from the cool in her cell room.
 
He shrugged, as if the prospect of her rescue meant nothing to him. "Perhaps they will. But I doubt you will last that long anyways." He watched her closely, enjoying her embarrassment, and felt his pants become snug as he grew hard. He knelt down on the ground in front of her, continuing his work of stripping her down. Her ankles were tied tightly to the chair, her feet bare. He noticed the skin around her restraints was looking worn and red, and he traced a finger along her wounds. "Looks like your skin is getting a little raw down here. You should really struggle less." He began cutting up her pant legs, all the way to her waste, the cold metal pressed up against her bare skin. He repeated the process on her other leg and yanked the loose pants from under her in one swift movement. "There we are." He said, taking a moment to admire her pale soft thighs. He moved forward finally and pulled her panties away from her, snipping them once - twice - and pulling them away. Finally he stepped away into the shadows, putting his scissors away carefully. He watched her from the darkness, admiring her curvaceous figure. "You are quite beautiful, you know."
 
She wanted to close her legs and hide herself away but found that she couldn't. Lue had gone from being able to look Muller in the face to not looking at him at all, bowing her head and still speaking what she could as her throat continued to grow dryer with each passing second. Her body felt cold and sore from its recent treatment, and now she was left exposed in front of a man she had truly grown to hate. "Nng... then quit marking it up," she replied to his compliment. It only had proven to make her feel worse. Last long with what? Was he going to kill her after this? She didn't know. Slowly, her mind was beginning to teeter on the brink of not caring either. If she was going to be raped, then certainly living would be difficult. She gritted her teeth together at the thought. "Just do what you are going to do and get it over with already!"
 
"Eager, are we?" Hannes grinned at that, and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his boxers. His cock hung in the air, fully erect. It seemed that teasing her and toying with her had gotten him excited. He kicked his pants aside and walked forward a couple of steps, his member waving back and forth at her eye level. She was fully exposed to him now, and he simply stood there taking it in. He straddled her now, taking a seat on her. His cock slid against her bare stomach, the feel of hit hot against her cool skin. Her arms were tied firmly beneath her back, so there was little she could do. "Let's get a better look at you." He said as he grabbed hold of her face with one large hand. He held her by the chin, turning her head to the left than the right. "What stunning eyes."
 
At the mention of her eyes, and the sickening feeling of that hard rod going up against her skin at all, it made her shut her eyes tightly and let out a low sound of protest. She let him turn her head this way and that but she very much wanted to be left alone. She wanted to act like this wasn't happening. His body was warm. As he drew closer, the skin on her front crawled and she hissed a little at his weight on her legs. "You want to make fun of me, go ahead..." she opened her eyes slowly again, looking up at him, gaze wavering. What was going to happen to her?
 
He shook her head back and forth slowly in answer to her own statement. "No, no, no, my dear. I am not making fun. Simply admiring a beautiful piece of art." He slapped he lightly twice, but not enough to hurt or leave a sting like before. His hands traced down her neck to her bare chest. He cupped her breasts - one in each hand - and began massaging them. He pressed in on them hard, and squeezed them, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh beneath his fingers. His member grew harder against her, the tip leaking just the tiniest amount of precum onto her bare stomach. One hand stopped massaging and grabber her erect nipple. Her felt it gently at first, then pinched hard.
 
She watched with frightened eyes as his hands lowered to her chest. She let out a slow and shaking breath as he groped the mounds there on her chest, heat quickly rising to her cheeks as he ran the tips of his fingers against the curves there and then played with a hardened nipple. She let out a low whimper as he pinched. "You won't break me with your fondling. It is gross...!" She turned her head away and lowered her gaze, eyelashes lowering. If it had been with a partner she was willing to do this with, she would have been excited. The idea of being restrained and taken fully was something that turned the feisty girl on. In fact, she enjoyed roughness. But this was bad! She couldn't like this because she didn't want it.
 
Hannes sighed impatiently and got off of her. "You know, I am getting quite tired of your insistent yapping." He said as he stood with his ass towards her, looking about the room. "Now, where was - ah!" He walked into the shadows and returned with her discarded panties balled up in his hand. He approached her and grabbed her by the jaw again, forcing the bundle into her mouth and then pushed her head backwards. He left her there for a moment and went to his bag. "Quite rudimentary, but it does the trick for now." He said as he retrieved an item from the bag and walked back to the light. He held a thick purple dildo in one hand, which he held up for her to see clearly. "You'll become acquainted with a whole new set of toys, my dear. But let's start small, shall we?" He reached down between her thighs, his erect member still waving in front of her face, and began rubbing her pussy with the dildo.
 
Lue saw what he had gone to retrieve and tried to move her leg closer together at the sight of the purple toy. The feel of her underwear between her teeth, and the fact that it was her underwear in general made her stomach feel all the more sickened. She watched Hannes carefully as he ducked in between her legs and she allowed a muffled whimper to escape as he began to massage the outside of her with the dildo. There was no way, she thought. She wasn't wet at all. He couldn't shove that thing into her without making it hurt. She tried to move her legs against the restraints but still her legs refused to close, bearing it all for Hannes to toy with all he wished and in any way that he liked. "Mmph..." she tried saying something but all that came out was muffled noises.
 
He slapped her cheek, leaving behind a light pink mark on her skin. "Ah, that sound is so much better." He turned his attention back to her crotch, and pressed the dildo against her. He pushed it in between her legs, slowly inserting the tip inside of her. "Hmm," Hannes said thoughtfully, "This may hurt a little more than I thought, my dear." He kept the tip of the dildo inside her, moving in and out ever so slightly, and reached down with his other hand, massaging the top of her pussy. "Let's get you a little warmed up."
 
The girl whined when she felt the intrusion begin to enter her tight hole, throwing her head back despite being slapped. Lue shuddered when he pressed his hands on top of her pussy, a bundle of nerves awaiting his hand. She shook her head, wanting it to stop even if her body responded in an opposite way. The more he abused her, the slicker her slit would become and she let out a shaky breath through her nose, her mouth still stuffed with her panties. She had wanted a situation like this, to be toyed with sexually... her dark desires were never really entertained by the few partners she had in the past as they believed her to be rough. But she hadn't been willing now. And still, the more he toyed with her clit and pushed the dildo inside, the more the pain began to turn to pleasure. She desperately whimpered again.
 
Hannes smiled, seeing she was starting to get into it. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "That's my girl." He said, before sticking his tongue into her ear. He kissed her ear and pulled away, focusing once more on her pussy which was quickly becoming wet. He gave her clit a little pinch, knowing she was feeling extra sensitive. He started pushing the dildo further into her, sliding it in and out, the movement easier now. He started moving it faster, penetrating her deeper and deeper each time.
 
This was disgusting. As he whispered, Lue shut her eyes tightly and made a noise as he toyed with her ear and then began to stretch her inner walls as he pushed the dildo inside. She wanted to tell him that she didn't want this regardless of how her body was but she couldn't manage a single word as he did what he wished to her. As he continued to pump the dildo in and out of her, the slicker she became and her legs gave a shiver as a wave of pleasure coursed through her veins. She shut her eyes, not wanting to see what he was doing to her body as he continued. Her whimpers continued, mixed in with involuntary moans. "Mmf... nngh...!" She arched her back slightly off of the chair.
 
Hannes began to quiver slightly. Just watching her writhe in pleasure was invigorating in a way he could not describe. He felt himself grow even harder just from teasing and watching. "There's no need to fight it." He said, continuing to move the dildo in and out, wriggling it around slightly whenever it was deep inside her. His other hand reached up to her mouth and pulled the balled up panties from her mouth. They were soaked through with her saliva and a trail of it slid down her chin as he pulled it away. He tossed the panties aside and leaned in, licking the trail of saliva off her face. "Go ahead and scream for me." He said, pushing the dildo even further into her.
 
Lue shook her head and gasped for air as he removed her underwear from her mouth, coughing twice while he leaned into her again. "Nng..." She gasped aloud from the sensation that racked her mind and body. "Stop..." she whined, though her voice was breaking up unlike all of the other times where she had denied him anything. "I-if you keep moving it like that..." It was true. Her body was aching painfully at this point, her walls shaping around the dildo as he thrust it. She knew that something was tightening within her, going closer to the edge as his assault was relentless. She whimpered and let out another moan as it rubbed against a sensitive spot within her.
 
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