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Hunted AU: Strip Search

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**Author's note** Hi guys, this is for all of the people who've asked me to write more on these two; I hope you like it.  They're not completely the same people (well, Sasha is still very much Sasha, but Suzanne is a lot younger and a lot less confident in herself) but it's something that's been bugging me for a while and I wanted to see how it would play out.  Please let me know what you think!</p>






<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha stood off to the side of the soldiers, silently
scanning the groups of people around him.  He wasn’t looking for anyone in
particular, but his eyes settled on a lone figure and suddenly the hairs on the
back of his neck stood on end.  On the surface, the girl was unremarkable and
the soldiers certainly hadn’t taken any notice of her;  however Sasha had
little regard for their abilities anyway.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>From a distance it appeared that she was dressed plainly,
with no visible jewellery or other valuables.  She was wearing a flowing
red-brown skirt and a sturdy looking pair of boots, and a long, dark grey coat
in an attempt to keep warm in the snow.  Her hair was loose, almost as if she were
trying to hide her face beneath the chocolate brown strands, but she was still
shivering in the cold.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>She was definitely not a native, the shivering was a clue to
that.  It was rather a mild day by their normal standards and the sun was
shining weakly through the clouds.  Sasha moved a little closer to get a better
look at the girl, but not so close as to alert her of his attention.  On closer
inspection her coat seemed like it was designed for form rather than function,
as were the boots.  Definitely an expensive Western designer of some sort. 
What was she doing here?</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was shivering, partly due to the ridiculous cold
(even with her warmest coat on), and partly due to fear.  She couldn’t believe
her bad luck that a hoard of soldiers would turn up and start searching people
just when she had been about to leave.  She was pretty sure she didn’t have
anything to hide that they could find, but it didn’t matter; she’d heard
stories.  Thankfully, though, it seemed like the soldiers hadn’t noticed her
and she was going to be able to slip away unnoticed.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Or maybe not.  She gasped in fright as she noticed one of
the men walking straight towards her.  He wasn’t in uniform but he had arrived
with the soldiers, and something about the expression on his face told her that
it wasn’t a good thing that he seemed to be taking an interest in her.  Perhaps
it was the rifle strapped to his back that worried her, or the nasty looking
handgun that he was carrying pointed at the ground.  <i>Oh, god.</i></p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne tried not to look terrified as the man stalked
towards her, but it wasn’t so easy.  He certainly didn’t look very friendly. 
The words “hard as nails” and “evil incarnate” quickly sprang to mind, although
he wasn’t unattractive like most of the men around her.  He slowed to a halt
about 10 feet in front of her, motioned to her with his gun for her to come to
him.  She didn’t move.  He started speaking to her in his language, and her
heart started pounding wildly.  She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over to
him, but she couldn’t get her legs to work.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>He looked unamused.  He continued his advancement on her,
growled angrily as she started backing away, eyes darting about for any hope of
a means of escape.  No chance.  Suzanne yelped as he reached out and grabbed
her by the hair, his gun coming to rest at the bottom of her jaw, none too gently. 
She froze, her hands instinctively coming up to try to push him away but not
daring to touch him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The man didn’t say anything for a while as he stood holding
his fistful of poker straight hair.  He seemed to be studying her face,
enjoying her look of panic as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into her
throat.  He was tall, a part of her brain noticed as he used the gun to tilt
her head back so that she had to look up into his eyes, and she didn’t dare
break his stare.  His eyes were dark brown, and he had a scar over the left eye
that left an almost fetching gap through his eyebrow.  </p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re not from this country,” he said softly, letting the
gun trail down to her collarbone.  “What are you doing here?”  Suzanne had
trouble understanding what he meant; a few short lessons and a quick glance through
a “Teach Yourself” book could only go so far, after all.  Thankfully, she did
remember how to say “I don’t understand.”  She’d used it a lot.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>She sounded like she’d learned what little of the language
she had from a Russian.  Suspicions confirmed, Sasha tightened his grip in the
girl’s hair and pulled her closer, let his thigh touch one of hers.  “American?”
he said in English, then shook his head at her silence.  “Not American, you
don’t talk enough.  English?”  She nodded almost imperceptibly.  “Why are you
here?” he asked, watching her reaction to his leg touching hers.  She flinched,
tried to pull away, but she was trapped between his gun and the hand in her
hair.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>His accent was pretty strong, but his English was a lot better
than her attempts at speaking a foreign language.  Suzanne could understand him
fine, but she didn’t think it best to tell him why she was here.  He was
holding her close on purpose, the intention was to be threatening and he was
certainly succeeding in that.  She gasped softly as he let the gun play against
the neckline of her coat, its barrel rubbing the top of one of her breasts for
a moment.  He smiled nastily, enjoying her fear.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was terrified, that much was obvious.  Tough.  He
wanted answers from her regardless.  She whimpered in fear as he leaned down
and slid his mouth against her ear, the gun sliding down to rest against her
thigh.  “One of two things can happen from here,” he growled into her ear. 
“You answer my questions, or we play rough.  I’m happy either way, but you
won’t be.”  He turned so that his unshaven face rubbed against her smooth cheek
slowly, let himself smell her hair.  She smelled clean and feminine and utterly
unaccustomed to their rather harsh reality.  He smiled as she shuddered against
him in response to his touch.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The man repeated his earlier question, and Suzanne figured
she had to say something in response.  “I’m on holiday,” she said, which wasn’t
entirely untrue.  She just wasn’t supposed to be on holiday in a war-torn
wasteland.  He snorted at that.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Of course you are,” he replied sarcastically.  “Why would
anyone not want to come and visit hell on earth?”  He leaned back a little and
stared down at the shivering girl coldly.  “What is your name?”</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne didn’t answer.  She knew that it probably wasn’t the
best of ideas, but she was terrified that giving this man any information would
endanger the person that she had come to try and find.  He sighed in annoyance
at her refusal to answer his questions, then slid his gun away, concealed
somewhere behind his back.  “Do you have a passport?” he asked, sliding his
free hand over her hips in search of pockets.  <i>Shit!</i>  He didn’t find
anything, so he searched higher, grinning at her moan of despair as his hand
brushed the underside of her breasts.  He felt the outline of something
concealed in an inner pocket and slid his hands to the buttons of the coat,
unfastening them roughly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please don’t!” she whispered as his hand slid inside, but
he moved straight for the item within her coat pocket.  He smiled triumphantly
as he revealed her passport, and flicked through it slowly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You came from Italy?” he said, his eyebrow raising in
interest.  “If I were you, I would have stayed there.”  He flicked to the back page
where her personal information was held, checked that the photograph matched.  The
name read ‘Suzanne Kate McCullough.’  The cold was seeping in through her open
coat, and her shivering increased in intensity.  She gasped in horror as he
pocketed her passport, then started shoving her towards a small building, away
from the rest of the crowds.  He backed her against the wall, didn’t stop until
he was pressing into her from chest to thigh.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne moaned softly in fear as the man pushed himself
against her and pinned her to the wall.  She could feel solid muscle against
her chest and was mortified to feel her cold-hardened nipples jutting into him
through her clothes.  He was at least shielding her from the cold, but she
would have gladly stood there shivering her arse off rather than be at the
mercy of this man.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Last chance,” he growled, his hand sliding under her coat
and resting on her ribs.  “Tell me why you’re here, or we start getting very
friendly.”  To make certain that she understood the threat, he slid his palm
against one of her breasts and stroked for a moment.  The fabric of the
fingerless gloves he was wearing created a strange sensation, but his
fingertips felt warm against her freezing skin.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat as the man used his
palm to cup her breast and slid his thumb over her nipple.  She shuddered in
fear at the sensation and then whined in pain as he squeezed her nipple so hard
that it would have drawn blood had he used his teeth.  He eventually relented
and stroked over her throbbing nipple again gently, his eyes burning with clear
enjoyment at making her cry out in pain.  Suzanne felt a confusing rush of
sensation through her body at the look in her tormentor’s eyes and the pain
that he was causing, and her body squirmed against his against her will.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha smiled cruelly as the girl whimpered beneath him while
he stroked over her breast.  “Why do you care?” she asked, wanting to know what
had made her stand out for him against the rest of the crowd.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Because,” he growled softly, his hand sliding back down to
rest on her hip.  “Big bad soldier is standing here threatening to rape pretty
little English girl, and she still doesn’t want to say why she’s here.  Must be
important, don’t you think?”  Suzanne squeezed her eyes closed, trying to stem
the flow of tears that were threatening to fall.  “Either that,” he went on,
his voice low and gravelly.  “Or she <b>wants</b> to be fucked.  Is that it,
baby?”  He slid his hand to her arse and pulled her against him firmly.  “Do
you want to know what it feels like having a Serbian dick inside you?  Being
held down and fucked by a murderer?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne felt that same rush of sensation through her body as
the man pulled her even closer so that he was pressing his dick into her lower
belly.  She certainly couldn’t miss the fact that he was enjoying tormenting
her.  “Please no!” she whispered, one of the tears escaping and making a run
for it down her cheek.  “Why me?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha paused for a moment.  Why her?  “Because you look so…
innocent,” he whispered, stroking the wet line on her face where the tear had
fallen.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“Are you going to ruin that?” she asked, her lip trembling. 
He laughed softly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh yes,” he confirmed, stroking his palm over her cheek, and
she closed her eyes in fear.  “Completely.  All you have to do is tell me why
you’re here.  Or we can fuck; it’s up to you.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“But you can’t!” Suzanne replied, here eyes wide in shock. 
“All these people – ”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Won’t see a thing,” he interrupted.  “War does that to
people.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“But…”  Suzanne whispered, struggling against her captor. 
She brought her hands up to his chest and shoved as hard as she could, groaned
“Let me go!”  He laughed softly at her attempts to get him off her, enjoying
the feel of her hands sliding over his chest.  “Please don’t do this!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Big brown eyes stared up at him imploringly, wide with fear,
and Sasha smiled, a sadistic glint in his eye.  Now that he could see the girl
close up, he noticed the fine texture of her skin and her youthful appearance. 
Her face was fine-boned and she had a small, straight nose that balanced
perfectly with her beautiful doe-eyes.  He slid his mouth to her ear again, whispered
“Talk to me, baby,” then slid his mouth downwards and started to nuzzle and
suck her throat gently.  He felt his dick start to throb as the girl moaned
softly in response and she allowed her head to fall back in submission.  Her
hands stilled on his chest and her fingers curled slightly, her nails digging
into his clothing.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne lost awareness of her surroundings for a moment as
Sasha slid his mouth down over her throat.  Regardless of her fear, her body
was reacting to him and causing her skin to flush while a wave of warmth was
spreading from her neck down to her inner thighs.  She moaned softly as Sasha
slid a palm to her back inside her coat, moving down to grip one of her arse
cheeks firmly, and she came back to her senses with a jolt.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl started to struggle again, and so Sasha held still
against her, enjoying the feel of her wriggling beneath him.  He slid his mouth
back to her ear and whispered “I am going to bury my dick inside you and watch
you squirm for me, little girl.  And you’re going to scream for hours.”  She
whimpered in despair, turned a shade of red even darker than when he’d been
kissing her.  Sasha pulled her away from the wall and shoved her towards the
door of the building, propelling her inside roughly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The building consisted of one large room and only one door. 
A couple of tables were located haphazardly around the room, and Sasha shoved
his little captive towards the one furthest from the door.  He had been right
earlier; he could have happily screwed her against the wall outside and none of
the civilians would have seen a thing.  The other soldiers however would have
wanted their turn, and Sasha wasn’t one for sharing.  Not until he was done
with her, at least.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne wasn’t sure if she should be happy for the privacy
or scared shitless of what Sasha was going to do.  She watched him close the
door behind them and then lower his rifle and his handgun to one of the tables,
removing the ammunition and placing them down with a surprising amount of care
and attention.  Probably a lot more than she was going to receive.  He took off
his gloves and left them with the guns, sliding his jacket off his shoulders at
the same time to reveal a black t-shirt that seemed suddenly very good at
demonstrating his more than adequately muscled arms and chest.  He walked
towards her slowly, the brutal expression on his face causing Suzanne’s legs to
tremble.  She backed away as he advanced on her until her shoulders hit the
wall, and she was trapped.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha grabbed the girl by the coat, let her twist free so
that the garment fell away in his hand.  She made a run for it but she had no
chance of escaping him.  He caught her by the hair and threw her back against
the wall.  Tears of shock spilled over her cheeks at the sudden sharp pain in
her scalp, and Suzanne whimpered softly.  He tightened his grip in her hair and
lifted her onto her toes with one hand, forcing her to look at him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You want to play games?” he growled, shoving her back
against the wall.  “We can do that.  But I’m warning you, baby.  I play rough.”</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“Let me go, you bastard!” Suzanne screamed, bringing her
knee upwards in an attempt to hit him in the balls.  She almost succeeded, but
he twisted out of the way and she ended up hitting his leg instead.  She
brought up her hands and punched him in the face as hard as she could.  He
didn’t even flinch.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“My turn,” he whispered softly, flexing the muscles in his
shoulders for a moment to make sure that she knew what was coming.  He looked
her over quickly, taking in the small size of her build for her height, and
then punched her in the left cheek, making sure that he controlled the blow so
that he didn’t break any bones.  The girl yelped in pain; the blow had been bad
enough, but it also turned her head to the side and put pressure on the hair
that Sasha was still holding on to.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Had enough?” he asked softly, and Suzanne glowered at him
in between sobs.  He was impressed that she didn’t give up straight away.  He
hit her again, harder, and she screamed this time.  A drop of blood began to
trickle from her nose.  Sasha lowered the girl to her feet again and released
her hair, slid his hand to her chin instead.  “We can stop any time you’re
ready,” he whispered softly, but the look in his eyes said very clearly that he
didn’t want to stop.  He continued hitting her, until she had difficulty in
standing up and she eventually begged him to stop.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Want to tell me why you’re here yet baby?” Sasha asked, and
Suzanne looked away, silent.  “Then I can carry on hitting you or I can fuck
you.  Make up your mind.”  She still said nothing, and so he hit her again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please stop!” Suzanne whispered softly, her head lolling
forwards from the impact of his fist to her cheek.  Sasha pulled the girl’s
head level with his so that she looked him in the eye again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Had enough?” he said again, and she nodded miserably. 
“Then tell me why you’re here, or ask me to fuck you.”  Suzanne’s eyes widened. 
No.  There was no way that she was going to accept either option.  She
hesitated too long and was rewarded with another crack to her jaw.  She
couldn’t take any more, she was about to faint.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“You know what you need to say, baby,” Sasha murmured, and
stroked a few strands of hair off her face.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please…” Suzanne whispered, her face a vision of pain. 
“Please fuck me.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Those three words sent shivers down Sasha’s spine, but he
still wanted more.  He pulled her eyes in line with his again, took in her
bruised and bleeding face and her dark tear-filled eyes that displayed her fear
so beautifully.  He held her gaze as he whispered “say it again.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne whined in humiliation, her eyes pleading, but Sasha
would not relent.  She took a shaky breath and whispered the phrase again, felt
her body burn with shame as his eyes started to blaze with desire.  He pulled
her away from the wall, turned her around and shoved her against the edge of
the table, so suddenly that she lost her balance and fell onto it, prone.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha leaned over the girl and slid his hand over her cheek,
held her eyes level with his again.  Their faces were so close that their noses
rubbed together gently and she flinched uncomfortably.  “I don’t think you
meant that, baby,” he whispered softly, smiling cruelly as her eyes widened in
fear.  “Maybe we should just go back to what we were doing before?” he asked,
raising his arm and curling his fingers into a fist.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” Suzanne whimpered softly, bringing her hands up in
front of her face.  “Please no!  I said what you wanted, please-”</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“But you didn’t mean it,” he asked softly.  “Did you?”  He
flexed his shoulder and pulled his fist back, ready to hit her again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“I did!” Suzanne whispered, reaching out and grabbing
Sasha’s hand in an attempt to bring it back down.  He was amused by her
efforts, but kept his expression brutal as usual.  “Please don’t.  Please!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha twisted his hand free from the girl’s considerably
weaker grip and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.  She arched
her back instinctively and writhed against him, until he used his free hand to
grab her throat and pin her down.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Do you think you’re in charge here, little bitch?” he
growled harshly, squeezing her throat sharply to warn her against trying to
move again.  “Do you think you can tell me what to do?”  Tears filled the
girl’s eyes and spilled out onto her face and Sasha felt his dick throb with
desire at her obvious terror.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” she whimpered, her voice hoarse until he loosened his
grip on her throat a little.  “I just didn’t want you to… to hit me again. 
I-I… I’ll do what… I’ll do whatever you want, just please, please don’t hit me
again.”  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was hysterical, and Sasha was loving it.  He could
think of almost nothing he would rather do than bask in this girl’s abject
terror of him.  Almost.  He was definitely looking forward to hearing her
scream as he sank his dick all the way inside her.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“Anything, baby?” he repeated, taking his hand off her
throat so that he could stroke her face.  She nodded immediately.  “So you do
want me to fuck you?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>There was a split second pause, and then she replied.  “Yes.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Say it,” he growled, grabbing her chin so that her eyes
were held level with his.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whispered softly, her voice
wavering.  Sasha sneered.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Don’t believe you baby,” he whispered, letting go of her
wrists so that he could sink his fist into her hair, ready to pull.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me!” Suzanne repeated, trying to sound as
persuasive as possible.  “Please, please fuck me.”</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“You want me inside you, baby?” he asked, and Suzanne nodded
immediately.  “Then tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled.  She
whimpered softly, closed her eyes as a wave of heated humiliation came over
her.  Sasha yanked on her hair until she met his gaze again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was almost hyperventilating with terror.  She knew
that she had to do what he wanted – say what he wanted – but she just couldn’t
bring herself to look into his eyes and beg him to rape her.  His eyes
darkened, she wasn’t sure if it was in anger or anticipation, but she felt his
grip tighten in her hair and his muscles tense.  <i>No.</i>  She couldn’t take
him hitting her again.  Surely even the humiliation of begging him would be
better than that?  Because if she didn’t do what he wanted – now – he was going
to kill her, and she knew it.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh, god,” Suzanne whispered softly as she squeezed her eyes
shut for a split second, gathering all the strength that she had left.  She
opened them again and stared straight into the beautifully hard eyes of her
fiercely violent attacker.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“I want to know how your hands feel on my skin,” she
whispered softly.  She noticed his eyes started to burn, but she didn’t dare
stop.  “I want to feel your mouth on me… your tongue stroking and your teeth
raking.  I want to feel your hands spreading me open and your fingers pushing
inside, feeling hot and wet and tight for you.  I want to feel you pushing my
legs over my head and spreading me open again for you.  I want to feel your
weight on me as you hold me down and slide so deep inside me that I can’t
breathe, and you screw me until you collapse on top of me.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha wasn’t sure where the girl managed to get the courage
to say her little speech, but he was impressed.  He slid his hand over the
girl’s mouth for a second, then slid her face to the side so that he could talk
directly into her ear.  His breathing was heavy with arousal and he let her
hear it for a moment.  She was also breathing quickly, her skin flushed with
embarrassment at what she had just said and the effect it had apparently had on
her attacker.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“Mmm baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with arousal.  “Who’d
have thought you could talk dirty?  Now I really need to fuck you.”  Suddenly
Suzanne felt her skin flush even redder, the heat spreading all the way through
her body and causing her to begin to ache.  His voice was suddenly so sexy; the
brutal sound of his accent only helping him to appear even more masculine and
dominating.  He settled his weight onto her gently, allowing her to feel the
hardness of his erection press directly onto her clitoris, and she whimpered
softly, writhing against him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Do you want me to bite you, baby?” he whispered.  “You want
to know how I make you feel when I’m holding you down and sliding my dick all
the way inside you?  Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?”  He was grinding
against her very gently, and Suzanne moaned softly as he spoke, finally replied
with an “oh yes!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re going to scream for me, baby,” he whispered softly,
then stood up again.  Suzanne suddenly shivered as the warmth of his body heat
left her and the coldness of the room advanced into her bones once again.  The
cold was like a slap to the face, and the strength that she had relied upon to
get her through the last few minutes deserted her completely.  Her earlier fear
crept back into her and she started to shake once again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha slid the girl’s skirt up her legs until it bunched at
her hips, and slid her pretty little white pants to the floor.  He slid his
palms against her inner thighs, parted her legs so that he could look at her
more closely.  Her legs were creamy-white and beautifully smooth all the way
from her ankles to her hips, and she whimpered softy as his callused fingers
slid over them slowly.  A girl who has enough time and not enough demons to
worry about keeping her legs shaved smooth, he thought to himself with a
smirk.  He crouched down between her legs so that he was at eye level with her
quivering pretty pink flesh, stroked his fingers through the short brown fur at
the top.  She jumped in fright, tried to close her legs but he still had one
palm against her right thigh.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne keened softly as Sasha slid his other hand back to
her thigh and parted her legs again, then leaned forward so that he could kiss
the top of her inner thigh gently.  He smiled and stood up again, slid his
hands to her sweater and untied the knot that held the wrap-over closed.  He slid
it out of the way and freed her breasts from her bra, the delicate pink nipples
already hard under his gaze.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was staring at his chest as Sasha went about baring
her body for him.  She had a nipped-in trim waist, but her breasts and hips
were rounded and full.  Her beautifully expressive eyes were filled with panic
at the thought of him touching her.  Her earlier bravado had left her, as he knew
that it would.  She was shaking, and not just from the cold.  He reached out
and cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight as he bent down and caught a
delicate pink nipple in his mouth, sucked gently.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne shivered as she laid spread on the table in front of
her would be rapist, moaned softly in humiliation as he sucked on her breast. 
Her hands slid to his hair with the intention of pushing him away, but lay
still instead, cradling him against her. He lifted his head for a moment and
locked eyes with her, smiled cruelly as he saw the look of humiliation on her
face.  She snatched back her hands and dropped them to her sides in disgust.  He
continued to suck and slid one hand to her other breast, kneading and stroking
until he heard her moan once more.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha stood up again, leaned over the girl until his face
was only inches from hers.  “Do you like that, baby?” he asked softly, and
Suzanne sobbed softly in shame.  “Do you still want to feel me inside you?  Are
you getting wet, baby?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please don’t do this,” Suzanne whispered, tears dripping
down her face and onto the table beside her.  His eyes burned into hers,
beautiful in their brutality.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You asked me to do this, baby,” he reminded, and Suzanne
closed her eyes in disgust.  “Look at me,” he growled, slapped her lightly
until she obeyed.  “Are you getting wet?” he whispered again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” Suzanne replied, hoping to all hell that it was true. 
She was confused by the conflicting emotions that she was experiencing, had no
idea why she had been turned on by his voice and why she was reacting to his
touch when only minutes ago he had been beating the living shit out of her. 
Her skin was incredibly sensitive from the pain earlier, and his suddenly
gentle touch was having a definite effect.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No?” Sasha repeated, one eyebrow raised in disbelief.  He
slid his palms down from her armpits to her waist, across her flared hips and
onto her thighs.  She squirmed slightly as he touched her, the friction causing
her breath to catch in her throat.  He slid his left hand back into her hair to
hold her head steady as he slid his right hand back in to the brown fur at the
top of her legs.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh no!” Suzanne moaned as she felt Sasha’s fingers slide
against the outer lips of her vagina gently.  She tried to close her legs, but
Sasha nudged them apart again with his knee.  He stared into her eyes as he
stroked gently, letting his middle finger dip inside her slightly to find her
rapidly becoming wet.  He slid his wet finger over to the girl’s clitoris
gently, stroked the moisture over it slowly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh yes,” Sasha replied, moving his thumb to her clitoris so
that he could dip his finger inside her again.  “Hot and wet and tight,” he
said, echoing her words from earlier and causing her to shudder in response.  He
circled her opening slowly as his thumb rocked over her clit, and Suzanne
arched against him, a moan of agonised pleasure escaping her.  He dipped his
finger in and out of her again, continuing his circling movement as he leaned
over and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth and exploring quickly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The part of Suzanne’s brain that was still able to think was
shrinking rapidly.  Her body was switching between cold fear and aching heat relentlessly
and without warning, and she was totally unable to control it.  She groaned
against Sasha’s mouth and felt her body arching against him of its own accord
and she was unable to stop either action.  He slid two fingers back insider her
and pressed against her vagina in a hard circle until he found the bundle of
nerves inside her that made her whine with pleasure, and then stayed there.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha came back up for air, his finger and thumb continuing
to stroke the girl.  She was dripping wet now, and whining incoherently.  He
grinning with satisfaction as he slid his tongue back to her breasts and sucked
gently, then raked his teeth over them slowly.  He continued downwards until
his torturing tongue found the girl’s clitoris, and started to lick gently.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne felt a confusing mixture of shame and fear come over
her, but she didn’t have time to register these feelings properly before her
body tensed and arched against Sasha in orgasm.  She continued to writhe
against him as he moved back up to lean over her and slide his tongue against
the sensitive skin on her throat.  His talented tongue clouded her senses again
before she was able to notice the fear creeping back into her body.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re so fucking sexy, little girl,” Sasha growled into
Suzanne’s ear, and she whimpered in response.  He slid his hand to her arse and
pulled her against him firmly, let her feel how hard he was for her.  “I’m
going to fuck you now, baby, and if you let me come inside you, I’m not going
to let you go.”</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne didn’t understand a word of what he was saying.  All
she knew was that her body was burning again and she needed him to make it
stop.  He slid her legs up over her head, hooked his left arm under her knee
and grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, stretching her open for
him.  She moaned in anticipation as he paused to move his pants out of the way,
then slid the head of his penis against her gently.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Look at me,” he whispered softly, sliding his other hand to
her face and raising her eyes to his.  She held his gaze and he slid his hand
down between them, slid his thumb over her clitoris and stroked gently.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh please!” Suzanne whispered desperately, her body trying
to writhe against him despite the fact that Sasha had most of his weight
against her.  He smiled, leaned into her and whispered “tell me what you want,”
into her ear.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whined, repeating her words from
before.  Her eyes begged and her body was still writhing; she was desperate. 
Sasha growled in arousal and his body reacted instinctively; he pushed inside
the girl hard and fast, until he was buried balls-deep inside his little
captive.  She screamed for him; a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent his
senses reeling in satisfaction.  He settled his weight over her and pulled her
wrists until she was stretched taut and totally at his mercy, and started to
move inside her hard.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Is this what you wanted, little girl?” Sasha growled into
the girl’s ear.  “Did you want to know how it feels to be held down and fucked
by the big bad soldier?  Did you want to be fucked hard, baby?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was barely able to comprehend what Sasha was saying,
but she understood the tone of his voice.  “Oh yes,” she whispered softly, her
eyes rolling back in her head from the constant onslaught of sensation that he
was inflicting on her.  The way that he was holding her, his weight against her
and the feeling of him moving inside her so forcefully was causing her to feel
completely and utterly dominated.  And the most terrifying thing was how good it
felt.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha continued to whisper into the girl’s ear as he moved
inside her, until she was whimpering so desperately that he couldn’t hold on
any longer.  He slid his thumb back to her clit and stroked firmly, let her
come one more time just before his own orgasm took over his body and he
collapsed on top of her, growling in pleasure.</p>		
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