Page 98 of The Soldier

No. This can’t be happening.

Leaning down he sucks my nipple over the red silk of my dress, and I cry out, lifting my hips, and continue thrashing. All it does is make his fingers sink deeper.

“Like that huh? I knew you’d be a wild fuck.”

I glare at him and he laughs.

“Tell Marshall that he shouldn’t have fucked with me. Or I will fuck what is his.”

What is he talking about?

I thrash around more.

“Jesus you’re dry. Let me get some lube.” When he climbs off me, he reaches out and quickly ties my hands together with what looks like a military issue belt or tie.

All I see is khaki.

Everything happens fast. Trembling, I lay there, my eyes darting around the room trying to think.

Leave.

Run.

Get out of here.

As Roger digs through a bag, and my brain finally kicks in, I reach up and pull the socks out of my mouth.

Hope springs as I start to sit up.

“I don’t think so, little slut.” Roger pushes me back and undoes his pants, ripping off his shirt. Then taking his eyes off me again, unscrews what I guess is lube.

I almost vomit when I see his engorged cock.

When he moves between my legs absolute fear takes control. I lift my leg and slam my foot at him, catching him right in the dick.

Roger screams, falling back on the ground.

After a split second of shock, I scramble off the bed, falling and tripping.

“The fuck. Get back here. Fuck! My fucking cock.” He cries.

The pumping of my blood pounds in my ears as I race to the door. Faster. I have to move faster. With my hands tied, I stumble around trying to pull the lever down and open it.

Then I hear him behind me, his heavy feet thundering on the carpet.

No!

If I don’t get out of here, I know without a doubt he’ll rape me and utterly destroy me.

Tell Marshall that he shouldn’t have fucked with me. Or I will fuck what is his.

“Trina, you fucking bitch.”

Click.

The door unlocks and I yank it open...but catch it on the tie.

“No, no, no!”

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