Page 34 of Retribution

“Ahh!” She jumped, her voice breathy. “Oh God.”

“Hold still,” I instructed. “I’m going in.”

“Fill me up big Daddy!”

Slowly sliding into her, I gritted my teeth to keep from howling at the sheer thrill from her pussy.

“Oooh!” she shrieked.

“You loving this?” I plunged deeper, then held still as her pussy walls clenched my dick.

“Oh-oh-oooh! Yes, big daddy.”

“Come for big daddy, you naughty girl.” I pulled out and sank into her again, and again. I then slapped her ass multiple times, feeling her hold my dick like a vice.

“I’m coming big daddy, I’m commmiing!”

I started pumping her hard, my dick swelling more, now pulsing fiercely as my own cum was upon me. I felt the implosion inside my balls and could hold out no longer.

“Fuuucckk!” I screeched. “Fuck!”

For the final squirt into her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her up against me. I wanted to feel the silky smoothness of her warm skin, to smell her deliciousness that always tantalized me.

My heart was bursting because I knew I was captured and would never be free. I didn’t want to be free.

Ciara

I felt one blade slice through my arm as another grazed my cheek. I didn’t see anyone, so I crouched. The back of the yard had two cargo containers and a few old trucks. I was between a container and an old truck. I took cover behind the truck since it was closer to me.

About a hundred meters out, there was a band of trees leading into a small forest area which led to a backroad. From my perspective, the blades came from the trees. The one that had torn through my arm, lay on the pavement but I didn’t see the other blade.

There should be a few guards among the trees, but I supposed that the knife thrower might have got them. I picked up the throwing knife and turned it over. It was a single piece of metal with no handle and a sharp point.

I was alone outside where I’d come out for a walk before night fall. It was around four in the afternoon, and we had thought that Pretty Boy would attack after dark. I wasn’t sure whether this was Pretty Boy or Santiago, or maybe both.

There were guards nearby, just not the full set. I could see two from where I stooped, and I tried to make signs to them. I was concerned that they might be caught off guard. I decided to just raise an alarm with my voice since I didn’t have my phone on me.

“Take cover, guards take cover now!”

The one I could see ducked and looked in my direction. When he saw me crouching, he started coming my way.

“Stay back,” I yelled.

“Not happening miss Ciara.”

The alarm caused shots to ring out and an exchange ensued. The guard used his communication device to alert those on the inside. In a moment, outside was flooded with our soldiers and three Dobermans. The dogs were let loose and began running into the forest with their keepers following close behind.

I heard a dog whimper while the others growled ferociously as though they were mauling something. Pretty Boy was there, I could see him running towards the containers. He was escorted by two others. I sent the guard away to assist his comrades while I waited for Pretty Boy.

Momentarily, the yard filled with men from both sides. My careless ass left my weapon inside and I could kick myself. I knew that as a soldier, I should never walk without my weapon, it should be a part of me. I was ashamed, but as a human, and grieving sister, I also made mistakes.

I commandeered the throwing blade as weapon and made myself ready for attack. Fortunately, I have been kickboxing and knew a move or two how to defend myself.

Prety Boy now was quite close fighting through our men with his two minions covering him. When he reached me, he pulled up and stared with his one eye.

“So you’re here again. What do you want? Another surgical removal?” I laughed. “The other eye, or maybe your dick?”

“You bitch, you’ll pay for what you did to me!”