Page 2 of Ruled By Their Desires

But he now understood why who he was after, was. This woman was part of that reason.

“Fuck her good Cyborg, give her your seed and you’re both done. Refuse, and we’ll just have to fuck her up instead and wait for her to heal or for the next time she’s fertile and bring you in again, if you’re still alive or someone else we have.” They grinned at him.

The young woman started to scream again, pulling on the cuffs telling them NO. She was saying NO. It was rape, she cried out, but no one was listening. She had no pull here. She was useful for what they wanted and nothing more.

Tasering him to get him moving, he staggered and moved forward, as they assaulted her, touching her breasts squeezing, she fought them trying to get away, other hands were between her legs exploring her. The chains on his wrists and feet pulling tight as his body reeled from the charge sweeping through it once more. The KCs turned to leave the room.

“Make it a good show Cyborg, we need to send them a message or we’ll be back, and we can guarantee, she’ll have something to scream about if we do.” They threw the words at him while the girl screamed, leaving the room. She was naked now crying out, pulling on the cuffs trying to get away. Her movements becoming sluggish. The drugs taking over.

He moved in between her legs; she was pulled open to him. But it wasn’t the pussy he wanted. “Listen to me,” he told her. She screamed. “Listen to me!” he roared. “I’m going to do what they want, it’s better for you in the long run. I can’t get out of this and I can’t fake it, or I would. Rather me, than them. Do you understand? I am not choosing to do this. I’m trying to save you from being gang raped and ripped open. They want something from me and from you, and this is your best chance.” She started pulling on the straps becoming desperate to be free, murmuring ‘No’ over and over again. “You need to keep fighting the drugs, keep fighting me until it’s over. You’ll know exactly what’s happening here and you won’t ever question your mind or sanity, that it was worse.” She kept talking, saying the same thing over and over again. “I’ll make it good, I’m sorry, I promise you.”

He brushed a hand along the inside of her thigh, and she screamed bucking against the restraints. His fingers slipped across her labia and found her clit. She was thrashing against him trying to get away. Slowly he massaged and circled it. “Keep fighting it. Stay awake.” He told her pushing the drugs from his system. They should have known better than to try but he could feel the calming effect it was having on him anyway. “Making you come doesn’t mean you agree to this, you’re not. We both know that, but it will make it easier for you to take me, I’m not small. I don’t want to tear or hurt you.”

He saw the war her body was fighting and knelt between her legs and licked at her clit. She lifted off trying to scramble back and he held her firm. His face planting in her scent as he sucked her in, working his tongue over her until he sensed her coming.

It wasn’t the scent he wanted, that, had been denied him for a very long time but he’d been the one to make that choice and he’d had to live with it.

The woman fought as she came, and he kept going making her come again and again until she was crying out for him to stop. Slipping a finger into her heat he slowly pumped in and out. She screamed again finding her voice once more. No! she called out, but he didn’t stop sucking on her until she came again adding another finger to her channel. He thrust in and out more urgently now, opening her up, she was weakening, and he wanted this over before she passed out. Nibbling and sucking he added a third finger stretching her as her voice broke no longer able to scream. Her pulls on the cuffs getting lighter. It was now or never.

Withdrawing his hand from her body he stood and placed his cock at her entrance. Her face looked at him tears marring it. “I said no,” she told him weakly.

“I know you did but neither of us are in the position to be able to respect that, not if you want to survive this.” He breached her thinking of the one female that always got him hard.

“NOOooo,” she cried out as if someone out there would hear her and care. The tears falling thick and fast. The only ones that would care, were the ones that were going to see this. This was being done for a reason.

He pushed in slowly, driving into her going deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. Her fight futile. What he was doing was everything he no longer was. KC. He needed to breath. He needed to be sterile.

Sterile….

He repeated it over and over again in his mind as he started to thrust into her, thinking of the one person who mattered to him that he couldn’t have. On the faint of needing to hold on to go deeper and harder, he grabbed the sides of the bed with his hands and acted like he was fucking her harder than he actually was. Going through the motions, he tapped out his message and kept tapping it out.

The video was for a reason.

It took a lot of juice to send this. He hoped someone would see more than just the rape. It was their best chance now, if they were all to get out unharmed. There were too many for him alone, not with three to get out, maybe more. Sterile he repeated and got it done as quickly as he could, making her come one last time, repeating his mantra, sterile, he spilled inside her asking for her forgiveness before pulling out and undoing the stirrups on her ankles placing them on the table, then the ones on her wrists before covering her with a medical wrap. “It’s done you can pass out now. It’s over.”

Crawling over on to her side whimpering, she did.

They were laughing when they came back in. Slapping him on the back, telling him he’d done a good enough job, calling him by his Cyborg designation as they dragged him out the cell and back into the room where he’d been first chained.

P0I0058. He hated the sound of it but showed no reaction as he was chained back to the chair seeing what was displayed on the monitor. Another female’s cell.

They were going to record them all.

His gut tightened. This one wasn’t like the other one, she was Free Human Alliance Security. An agent, one of two female protection officers assigned to the woman he’d just raped.

Fuck, he’d raped her…

He’d done what he’d had to, he told himself. To keep their charge from being brutalised by her captors. But this one and the other female security officer, the one he was here for, wouldn’t be so lucky unless he got his shit together and fast. He couldn’t dwell on the horror show he’d been made to do. Clenching his fists, he looked around him. He had to get her out before whatever they had in store, happened to her.

He had the feeling, the KCs didn’t need to keep these two alive and for a moment, he wondered why they’d bothered unless they’d been using them to keep their charge compliant. If they didn’t know who Moon was, otherwise she’d be getting the same treatment he’d just served up. And that wasn’t fucking happening. None of this made sense. Now that he’d fucked their charge, whatever that leverage was, was over, and the Cyborgs wanted to play. He watched three walk down the corridor to a room. The room the security officer was in. And he knew he couldn’t save this one.

Showing no emotion, he watched as the female took up a defensive position as three Cyborgs walked in.

“Strip. We’re going to fuck you.”

She sneered at them. “The month-long isolation holiday over then? It takes three of you to get it up?” she badgered back. The female was brave, but it wasn’t going to help her here.

“Breaking you will be easier.” The same one told her.

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