frankg
07-22-2006, 8:19 PM
Jackson’s heart skipped a beat as her face came into view. She had dark hair that cascaded in soft waves effortlessly across her shoulders. Her skin was tanned and porcelain smooth. Her cheeks were high and seductively defined. Her eyes were a hazel green color and burned a hole right through Jackson’s heart. Her mouth was perfectly formed and her lips made Jackson want to pull her in tight and give her a long, deep, passionate kiss.
She grit and bared her teeth as she pulled back even harder on Jackson’s hair. He couldn’t help but to moan out in protest.
“Are you deaf or just have a desire to be tortured to death?” she hissed.
“Lieutenant Brad Jackson, 32nd infantry, 3rd battalion, service number 86583.” Jackson said as his training started to kick back into gear.
“Oh aren’t we the good soldier.” She said as she flung his head forward. “I guess your going to request quarter under the ‘Prisoner of War Act’ aren’t you?”
“I don’t have to answer any questions beyond that of my name, rank, and service number.” he said defiantly.
“Of course your right,” she started “but by the time I’m done with you, you’ll tell me anything I want to hear.” Her mouth pulled into an evil grin as she spoke. “Your exactly the kind of soldier I love to break. You make things oh so fun for me and oh so hard on you.”
She struck out with a front kick to Jackson’s sternum, knocking him, and the chair he was tied to, to the floor.
Jackson let out a grunt of discomfort as he was sent falling back. His skull made a sickening crack as it struck the hard floor behind him. Groaning, he began to speak.
“This is against the law! I demand to…”
His sentence was cut short by a soccer style kick to his temple. Jackson was immediately knocked out.
His head was screaming out to him in agony. He wasn’t tied to the chair any longer. He was on his back, on top of what felt like a table. He tried to lift his head but there was a strap across his forehead that held it fast. He started to twist his torso only to discover that it to was strapped across the chest. His thighs and ankles were also tied down. He couldn’t even move his hands, as they were tired at the wrist. It was pitch black. Jackson’s heart raced.
A door opened and Jackson instinctively tried to turn his head to see who it was. He forgot that his head was strapped down. A light above his face was turned on. It was very bright and blinding. Jackson tried to keep his eyes opened but there was no way his subconscious brain would allow it. He heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor as they approached. Jackson counted the steps as he waited, almost holding his breath. A silken hand reached out and grasped his throat. It was soft and warm and smelled of roses but none of that mattered as it started to squeeze and crush his trachea.
“Are you a little more willing to talk now my little soldier boy?” The voice was soft and sweet but it held an undertone of pure wickedness that made Jackson feel alone and small. Jackson’s only reply was that of slight coughing from the ever-increasing grasp on his throat.
“You’re just so determined to be a brave little soldier aren’t you?” she asked. “That’s perfect! I love to break a strong, willful man.”
She released Jackson’s throat as he took in a deep breath and began to cough. She laughed at his reaction. She circled the table slowly always touching Jackson with one hand.
“You’re body is strong. I can feel your muscles even under your uniform.” She said.
“Why don’t we take a closer look at those muscles?” she said playfully.
Jackson heard the unmistakable sound of a K-Bar being pulled from its sheath. He stiffened in anticipation. She held the knife over Jackson’s face twisting and turning it as she did. The blade was polished silver and reflected even more of the harsh light into his eyes. She slid the tip of the blade down his chin and across his throat. It slid effortlessly under the collar of his OD shirt and even more easily popped the first button from the thread that held it in place. The second and third were as smooth and easy as the first. She continued down his torso slicing each button cleanly off until they were all gone, dancing across the floor as they fell. She dragged the blade back up his torso and held the tip right at the dimple at the base of his throat below his Adam’s apple. She pressed it in just enough not to break the skin. She leaned in, letting her hair fall over Jackson’s face. He tried to resist inhaling the intoxicating aroma but it was futile. She whispered into his ear as she twisted the tip of the cold steel blade.
“I could kill you now with just a flick of my wrist.”
She slowly pulled away purposefully letting her hair tickle his face as she drew back to a standing position.
“Oh my.” She said. “You really are a strong one.”
Jackson’s body was young and strong. He made an effort to keep his physique as trim and lean as possible. Every muscle on his body rippled as he strained against the straps that held him down.
“Are you as well built down here?” she asked playfully as she jabbed the blade into his groin.
Jackson let out a startled yelp even though she stopped short of causing any real pain.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be paying very special attention to it before I’m done with you.” She said with a seductively evil tone.
She slipped the knife under his canvas belt and effortlessly dispatched it. The button was next to go. She slid the blade deep inside his pants slipping ever so close to his groin again. She pulled up on the blade making a clean cut from his waistline to his thigh. The blade ripped down through his pants leg to the top of his boot. It fell open exposing his muscular leg for her to see. She next snapped the laces from his boot and pulled it from his foot. His sock sliced open with no resistance. She repeated the whole process on the other side. Jackson was now only wearing the OD green boxers he was issued by the army. He felt helpless and exposed.
“Shall we see what lies beneath?” she asked as the blade of the knife started to slide under the waistband of his boxers. She slit them open in the same effortless fashion as the rest of his clothes.
“Well,” she started, “You’ll make the misses a very happy woman.” She paused as she used the tip of the blade to lift his penis into the air. “If I let you keep it that is.”
Suddenly she jabbed the tip of the knife into Jackson’s thigh. He screamed out in pain. She seductively opened her mouth and inhaled deeply as she cut a 4-inch long gash in his leg. The blood flowed freely. It was warm and thick as it made its way down his thigh and unto the table. Jackson trashed wildly under his restraints.
“You fucking bitch!” he screamed as the fire ran up his leg.
“Oh, I see.” She said. “You CAN talk, but only if properly motivated. Is pain a motivator my sweet?”
Her voice was almost a painful as it was seductive. Jackson was beginning to think it would be another very long night.
She grit and bared her teeth as she pulled back even harder on Jackson’s hair. He couldn’t help but to moan out in protest.
“Are you deaf or just have a desire to be tortured to death?” she hissed.
“Lieutenant Brad Jackson, 32nd infantry, 3rd battalion, service number 86583.” Jackson said as his training started to kick back into gear.
“Oh aren’t we the good soldier.” She said as she flung his head forward. “I guess your going to request quarter under the ‘Prisoner of War Act’ aren’t you?”
“I don’t have to answer any questions beyond that of my name, rank, and service number.” he said defiantly.
“Of course your right,” she started “but by the time I’m done with you, you’ll tell me anything I want to hear.” Her mouth pulled into an evil grin as she spoke. “Your exactly the kind of soldier I love to break. You make things oh so fun for me and oh so hard on you.”
She struck out with a front kick to Jackson’s sternum, knocking him, and the chair he was tied to, to the floor.
Jackson let out a grunt of discomfort as he was sent falling back. His skull made a sickening crack as it struck the hard floor behind him. Groaning, he began to speak.
“This is against the law! I demand to…”
His sentence was cut short by a soccer style kick to his temple. Jackson was immediately knocked out.
His head was screaming out to him in agony. He wasn’t tied to the chair any longer. He was on his back, on top of what felt like a table. He tried to lift his head but there was a strap across his forehead that held it fast. He started to twist his torso only to discover that it to was strapped across the chest. His thighs and ankles were also tied down. He couldn’t even move his hands, as they were tired at the wrist. It was pitch black. Jackson’s heart raced.
A door opened and Jackson instinctively tried to turn his head to see who it was. He forgot that his head was strapped down. A light above his face was turned on. It was very bright and blinding. Jackson tried to keep his eyes opened but there was no way his subconscious brain would allow it. He heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor as they approached. Jackson counted the steps as he waited, almost holding his breath. A silken hand reached out and grasped his throat. It was soft and warm and smelled of roses but none of that mattered as it started to squeeze and crush his trachea.
“Are you a little more willing to talk now my little soldier boy?” The voice was soft and sweet but it held an undertone of pure wickedness that made Jackson feel alone and small. Jackson’s only reply was that of slight coughing from the ever-increasing grasp on his throat.
“You’re just so determined to be a brave little soldier aren’t you?” she asked. “That’s perfect! I love to break a strong, willful man.”
She released Jackson’s throat as he took in a deep breath and began to cough. She laughed at his reaction. She circled the table slowly always touching Jackson with one hand.
“You’re body is strong. I can feel your muscles even under your uniform.” She said.
“Why don’t we take a closer look at those muscles?” she said playfully.
Jackson heard the unmistakable sound of a K-Bar being pulled from its sheath. He stiffened in anticipation. She held the knife over Jackson’s face twisting and turning it as she did. The blade was polished silver and reflected even more of the harsh light into his eyes. She slid the tip of the blade down his chin and across his throat. It slid effortlessly under the collar of his OD shirt and even more easily popped the first button from the thread that held it in place. The second and third were as smooth and easy as the first. She continued down his torso slicing each button cleanly off until they were all gone, dancing across the floor as they fell. She dragged the blade back up his torso and held the tip right at the dimple at the base of his throat below his Adam’s apple. She pressed it in just enough not to break the skin. She leaned in, letting her hair fall over Jackson’s face. He tried to resist inhaling the intoxicating aroma but it was futile. She whispered into his ear as she twisted the tip of the cold steel blade.
“I could kill you now with just a flick of my wrist.”
She slowly pulled away purposefully letting her hair tickle his face as she drew back to a standing position.
“Oh my.” She said. “You really are a strong one.”
Jackson’s body was young and strong. He made an effort to keep his physique as trim and lean as possible. Every muscle on his body rippled as he strained against the straps that held him down.
“Are you as well built down here?” she asked playfully as she jabbed the blade into his groin.
Jackson let out a startled yelp even though she stopped short of causing any real pain.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be paying very special attention to it before I’m done with you.” She said with a seductively evil tone.
She slipped the knife under his canvas belt and effortlessly dispatched it. The button was next to go. She slid the blade deep inside his pants slipping ever so close to his groin again. She pulled up on the blade making a clean cut from his waistline to his thigh. The blade ripped down through his pants leg to the top of his boot. It fell open exposing his muscular leg for her to see. She next snapped the laces from his boot and pulled it from his foot. His sock sliced open with no resistance. She repeated the whole process on the other side. Jackson was now only wearing the OD green boxers he was issued by the army. He felt helpless and exposed.
“Shall we see what lies beneath?” she asked as the blade of the knife started to slide under the waistband of his boxers. She slit them open in the same effortless fashion as the rest of his clothes.
“Well,” she started, “You’ll make the misses a very happy woman.” She paused as she used the tip of the blade to lift his penis into the air. “If I let you keep it that is.”
Suddenly she jabbed the tip of the knife into Jackson’s thigh. He screamed out in pain. She seductively opened her mouth and inhaled deeply as she cut a 4-inch long gash in his leg. The blood flowed freely. It was warm and thick as it made its way down his thigh and unto the table. Jackson trashed wildly under his restraints.
“You fucking bitch!” he screamed as the fire ran up his leg.
“Oh, I see.” She said. “You CAN talk, but only if properly motivated. Is pain a motivator my sweet?”
Her voice was almost a painful as it was seductive. Jackson was beginning to think it would be another very long night.