Natasha cry of shock, pain and humiliation as Sarge fuck her mercilessly, like some kind of sex doll, not human being. "No... No, no, no..." She replied once for once, tried to collect her mind as each trust into her make her more painfull. Before her eyes come her worse nightmares. Being cancel from army in dishonor and shame. Natasha being raped by multiple men and female in the streets of city. Sonya and commander look at her with disgust and hate in eyes. And worse of all it... Natasha banned from wearing clothes, forced to live naked on eyes of everyone for rest of her life. Such images come to her mind as Sarge fuck her.
Puerto Reggio, Italy Luke can't help but feel a chill as he enters the ruins of the old city, mostly buried underground. Just a few minutes ago, the sun had been shining wonderfully, invigorating the young inquisitor with the pleasant Mediterranean air. Now, though, the sky is overcast, where it can be seen above the looming shadows of the old city, and the atmosphere is noticeably darker as well. Moving in, he notes that he's just passed what would have been the walls, thousands of years ago, and entered the city proper. From what Louisa told him, he knows that Anai's palace is in the center of the city. Looking around, Luke begins to spot electrical cables, hooked up to industrial lights every hundred metres or so, and realises he's not alone.
"Yeah, d-definitely bored..." He groans in disbelief as the beauty in front of him reveals his length. "N-Not now that you're here, though..." There's a few seconds of awkward silence, the man seemingly afraid to push his luck, before Taia moves forward, and things go crazy. Miriam feels the princess's hands on her body, removing her clothes, before beginning to press the younger woman's head forward, making her accept the cock into her mouth, as she touches her pussy expertly. Bast, not wanting to be left out, joins in, stripping and kissing the lucky control man, as he and Taia both pleasure her body. Taia isn't left alone very long, though, as the man's subordinate comes in. Soon, the princess' body is exposed, as she gets railed against the window. "F-Fuck..." The leader says, as Miriam sucks him off. "I-I can't believe this... Whatever you want... It's yours..."
"You're lucky I held back." Naomi smirks, cuddling up to Norio. "But, Norio says you ain't yakuza, and I'm in a good mood right now, so I'll apologise." Mori feels her foot touching his leg under the table. The old woman comes along with the drinks and nuts, as Norio listens. "You even have money to pay me, kid?" Norio raises an eyebrow. "Still... I won't deny, I'm interested. I've been beating the crap out of yakuza on the streets of Ginza for decades, and it's starting to get really boring. How about a cut of the loot?"
@majus Dylan and Beatrice both hear a beeping, as the captain announces. "We'll be arriving in Tel Aviv in 15 minutes. Please return to your seats and fasten seatbelts. Thank you for flying with us today."
"God damn, you're fuckin' tight..." Sarge continues to ravage her, her mental images of humiliation and shame deepening with every thrust. "Lucky you're so wet, slut." He grins, and despite herself, Natasha cums. Finally, smacking her ass for good measure, Sarge pulls out, aiming his cock upwards as he lets forth spurt after spurt of his seed on her ass and back. "Heh, smile for the camera, Nat." He raises his phone, and snaps a few shots of her.
"Apology accepted." Mori nods, not really minding the woman. Though, once he felt her foot on his leg, he acts unfazed, but he does spread his legs open a little bit to see if she'll go higher. "Of course. I may not look like it, but I'm a well connected man." He nods, "A cut of the loot, huh? That might be troubling." The smuggler scratches his head, "Not that I'm not willing to give you any. But as I said, there's already a private company there, who knows how well they've picked the place clean." Mori sighed, "Alright, how about this. Three times your going rate, and a third of the loot, if we find any."
"Maybe he's the guy you want, but he ain't all you want." Michael shrugs, opportunistically rubbing her womanhood to make a point, but not really intending to do anything more. "Ben, well, if I had you as my teacher, I'd have been 'eager' too." He chuckles. "And that Bast chick might not be so friendly. Maxxie mentioned her while he was in our care. Sounds like they have a pretty rocky history - he fucked her over somehow, I think." The plane trip is uneventful, and before too long, the plane lands in Cairo. "Alright..." Michael shakes her awake. "Time to go. You deciphered the map, so you're our guide."
The foot traces its way up his calf and thigh, before rubbing between his legs. "Alright, but you better not screw me on this." Norio nods in agreement.
Natasha didn't respond to him, just tried to cover her face lieing on the cold, wet floor of the showers. Tears come from her eyes as she tried to collect her mind after such humiliating rape. " I... I hope you are now proud of yourself... You must be very proud of yourself..." She said quietly, knowing very well that is Sarge didn't feel guilty or ashamed of what he done. And maybe she was guilty too, after what happened with Fatima, what She let to happen. But... No matter what come for her, she must get up. She fall many times in past, and after every fall she stand up and move forward. On weak legs, but with strong will of fight, Natasha managed to stand up and look in the face of Sarge. "Fare well soldier in the lost City." She said taking towel and wrapping it around herself, she leaves showers.
As the woman's foot went higher, she'd feel Mori's sizable cock inbetween his legs. But, as Nori agreed, "Good, then we'll be leaving tomorrow. I'll send you the location of our plane." He chuckles, holding out his hand to shake on it.
Dry and dressed once more, she sees the fights happening in the base, as Natasha's commander approaches. "Hey, Nat." He greets her. "So, we're nearly ready to head out. Anything you want to request from the quartermaster?"
As Michael played with her pussy, Kelly only whimpered in pleasure. She didn't swat his hand away, she didn't shift in her seat, she didn't cross her legs, she didn't try to cover herself up. She did nothing except spread her legs farther apart. As much as she wanted to refute him, in the pit of her soul, at the core of her being she knew there was truth in his words. She loved Max and she would always be his wife; but doubt was mounting that she'd ever be faithful to him again. Sex with other men was just... so much better! It wasn't that Max was a bad lover but... Kelly thumbed her wedding ring, there was something about fucking men she shouldn't that was just so hot! Her dreams were lust-filled, as they were often becoming, and Kelly woke up horny. She couldn't believe that Michael expected her to wear her ridiculous outfit! It was never something she agreed to, but she grit her teeth and departed the plane. She checked the modern map, it had a wide outline of where the City could be due to the inaccuracy of the one she'd stolen from General Pesca, but she indicated the nearest point to them and said, "We can start here." She wasn't an archeologist, but Max often told her, 'When you're hunting, always start where you know it isn't. Because it's not going to be where you think it should. If you start where you think it should and it's not there, then you're lost. If you start where you know it isn't and work your way to where it should be you always have more luck.'
"Few granates, AK-47 with ammo, take also some explosion it could be handle. I take handcuffs too." She said as they reach helicopter and getting ready for flight. She tried to cover her red eyes behind fast make up and focus only on mission as they leaving base.
Naomi continues to rub his bulge, before Norio gives Mori's hand a firm shake. "We'll be there." He nods. Naomi moves her foot away, and Norio finishes his drink. "I'm bringing my brother on for this job, too. He's good in a fight, just don't talk to him too much. He's a little...you know." He gestures to his head, and Mori doesn't need explaining to know what he means. Norio is the Tiger of Ginza, the legendary street fighter - but his brother Takazaki is the Butcher of Ginza, a man with so many horror stories associated with his name that he's basically a living yokai by this point.
"Hehe. Pleasure to be working with you." Mori gives him a firm handshake, nodding as they're in agreement. "Alright, as much as I want to get shitfaced. This is too big a job, I'll text you later, Norio-san." He then moves away, before and paying for their drinks. Mori heads home, texting Eloise for a status report, and to send a picture of her new toys. Once at home, he tries to dig up any information about the private security firm that they'll be dealing with.
After a little while, one of Michael's men books a group of four wheel drives to carry the expedition into the desert. Reluctantly, the gangster gets Kelly some proper clothes - desert gear, since the harsh sun would probably wreak havoc on her skin in the slave costume, and the cold of the desert at night would freeze her. Spoiler: History Roll D100: 59+10=69 (Nice) The trip into the desert is pretty boring, as they leave Egypt's built up cities and green, fertile land, and head into the ocean of sand to the west. She sees a canyon after several hours, barely spotting it as the sun goes down, recalling it from the map, and guides the party inside, between two cliffs of sheer rock. Soon, it's dark, and Michael annouces that they'll be stopping to make camp.
As the man grabbed her throat, Beatrice grabbed his head - her hands on his temples, her nails millimetres from his eyes. A moan escaped her, as she felt the knee rubbing against her crotch. "Oh yeah, it's quite a turn on... will be even bigger once you start screaming from pain..." Beatrice smirked as the announcement came. "It's your time to leave." She snarked.
Kelly was happy to get appropriate clothing, even if the new attire was still revealing, and changed as soon as she could. The top was a midriff baring tank top that was one size (or two) too small. Her huge breasts strained the integrity of the fabric nearly to the ripping point, but the material held together even if the outline of her nipples was plainly visible. Her skirt was mid-thigh in length and made of a robust brown leather, but her lack of undergarments caused a thrill to run up her spine. At the very least the hiking boots were sensible and comfortable. As she was the only one without camp gear, Kelly sat down to study the map again while the men set about making camp. It was getting dark when she looked up and found that she was the only one without a tent. Or sleeping bag. Or bedroll. "Umm... forget something?"
It was inevitable that others found their way here as well, Luke decided to try and keep stealthy until he knew how cutthroat the other people were. He grabbed his staff and crept forward, hpoing to keep out of sight.
