After a little while, Alfonso notices that Lifeline isn't doing what he was
supposed to be doing. He orders the pair taken into another room, where a
number of his men were gathered.
"If you don't screw the girl yourself, I'll get one of my men to do it. Any way you want to do it is fine with me. Or are you not man enough to do it? Is that the problem? You can't get it up to do anything?" He sneers.
Lifeline calmly looks the man squarely in the eyes. "Even I'm man enough to have a problem having sex with a woman who cannot appreciate it. Only a boy would force another man to have sex with an unconscious woman. What kind of drug did you use on her? And did you do all the women that way?"
"No, she was the only one that put up enough of a fight to be drugged. The rest of them went down with the first hit from behind. It's nothing more than Premarigran. She'll be awake in a little while. Show these men how much of a man you are, skinny little medic. You're nothing but a bunch of wimps as far as we're concerned. You won't get out in the front lines and battle like a true man should. Leave the battlefield tending to the women. Bunch of cowards is all you are."
Lifeline closes his eyes and shuts out everything for a moment, centering himself, debating about what he should do. "There's no way around it. I'm going to have to break my promise to her. I hate to see her get hurt, but if it's not me that does it, it'll be one of these animals, and I don't want to take a chance on what diseases they might have, and I don't want her hurt any more than she already has been. She's going to hate me for this, but there's no way I can get around it. I'd rather have her hate me for this than I would for anything else. God, please forgive me for what I am about to do."
"All right," he sighs, opening his ice blue eyes and looking at the terrorists, "I'll do it." He slowly undresses and lies down beside Vixen. He reaches out and pulls her into his arms, shaking her lightly. Her small, athletic, feminine figure fits perfectly into his larger, more muscular, masculine frame, as if she were made especially for him.
"Vixen," he calls softly, shaking her and trying to get her to wake up. "Vixen, wake up, baby."
The drug is starting to wear off on her, so when he calls her name she begins to wake up. She moans.
"Vixen, I'm so sorry, little one. I don't want to have to do this, but..." He trails off as he feels the barrel of a pistol against the back of his head. "It looks like I'm going to have to hurt you, honey. I'm sorry."
Vixen is awake and aware enough to know that they are both naked and what is about to happen between them, and she takes in details to help herself cope in the aftermath. As she feels Lifeline's hand between her thighs, softly stroking her, she squeezes her eyes shut, having a flashback to when she was raped as a young child. She knew what was going on. It was going to happen again.
"I'm going to have to sheathe myself inside your body, honey. I know that you don't want me to do it, but we're both dead if I don't. Help me, little one. I don't want to hurt you. You've been hurt too much already. Trust me, baby. Help me make this as good for you as I can. I promise I'll make it as pleasurable as I can." She begins to moan and plead with him not to do what he was about to.
He blocks out everything in the background, concentrating only on Vixen. Concentrating on bringing as much pleasure to her as he could, knowing that she would understand why. If not now, then someday.
As his body rises over hers and he positions himself to plant his significant length inside of her, he sees tears beginning to fall from her eyes, and he knew then and there that she had been raped before, somewhere in her past. She continues to moan and plead with him not to do what he was doing.
She whimpers in shock and need. At least he had the decency to make sure that she was wet before he took her, unlike the man who was to become her stepfather all those years ago.
"Forgive me, little fox," he whispers, heartbroken that he was causing her so much pain.
"Relax, little one. It'll be easier for both of us," he grunts softly in command, gritting his teeth against the pleasure that he felt. The friction was almost more than he could take. She was so hot, so tight. As perfect as he had always known she'd be since the first day he had seen her when she joined the unit.
He bites back a groan, slowly moving his hips, beginning to withdraw and thrust forward again and again, hoping that when he comes, that they will allow him to pull out and spill his semen on the floor or the bed. He really didn't want to force her to deal with the consequences if she became pregnant from this forced rape.
He wanted children someday, with her, but not right now. He wanted her to know that she didn't have to worry about bringing children into the type of life that she had lived, growing up. He wanted her to know that she was loved, and he wanted his children to be conceived in love, not forced on her. He wanted to make sure that she knew that he would be there to take care of her and his children, if they had any.
His hips move faster and harder between her thighs, driving his substantial length deeper in her, as he nears his climax and he begins to tremble, getting set to pull out, but Alfonso puts his boot on his back and forces him to stay inside her, holding him inside Vixen as he spews his hot, moist seed, spurting a huge load into her waiting womb. Lifeline collapses on Vixen's prone body and rolls to the side, taking Vixen with him, pulling his body from hers, not wanting to crush her with his superior size and weight or to make her endure the feeling of his body inside of hers any more than necessary.
He noticed that her skin was ice cold and clammy and her eyes appeared to be looking off into the distance. He pulled her head closer into his shoulder, whispering to her, comforting her.
"If you don't screw the girl yourself, I'll get one of my men to do it. Any way you want to do it is fine with me. Or are you not man enough to do it? Is that the problem? You can't get it up to do anything?" He sneers.
Lifeline calmly looks the man squarely in the eyes. "Even I'm man enough to have a problem having sex with a woman who cannot appreciate it. Only a boy would force another man to have sex with an unconscious woman. What kind of drug did you use on her? And did you do all the women that way?"
"No, she was the only one that put up enough of a fight to be drugged. The rest of them went down with the first hit from behind. It's nothing more than Premarigran. She'll be awake in a little while. Show these men how much of a man you are, skinny little medic. You're nothing but a bunch of wimps as far as we're concerned. You won't get out in the front lines and battle like a true man should. Leave the battlefield tending to the women. Bunch of cowards is all you are."
Lifeline closes his eyes and shuts out everything for a moment, centering himself, debating about what he should do. "There's no way around it. I'm going to have to break my promise to her. I hate to see her get hurt, but if it's not me that does it, it'll be one of these animals, and I don't want to take a chance on what diseases they might have, and I don't want her hurt any more than she already has been. She's going to hate me for this, but there's no way I can get around it. I'd rather have her hate me for this than I would for anything else. God, please forgive me for what I am about to do."
"All right," he sighs, opening his ice blue eyes and looking at the terrorists, "I'll do it." He slowly undresses and lies down beside Vixen. He reaches out and pulls her into his arms, shaking her lightly. Her small, athletic, feminine figure fits perfectly into his larger, more muscular, masculine frame, as if she were made especially for him.
"Vixen," he calls softly, shaking her and trying to get her to wake up. "Vixen, wake up, baby."
The drug is starting to wear off on her, so when he calls her name she begins to wake up. She moans.
"Vixen, I'm so sorry, little one. I don't want to have to do this, but..." He trails off as he feels the barrel of a pistol against the back of his head. "It looks like I'm going to have to hurt you, honey. I'm sorry."
Vixen is awake and aware enough to know that they are both naked and what is about to happen between them, and she takes in details to help herself cope in the aftermath. As she feels Lifeline's hand between her thighs, softly stroking her, she squeezes her eyes shut, having a flashback to when she was raped as a young child. She knew what was going on. It was going to happen again.
"I'm going to have to sheathe myself inside your body, honey. I know that you don't want me to do it, but we're both dead if I don't. Help me, little one. I don't want to hurt you. You've been hurt too much already. Trust me, baby. Help me make this as good for you as I can. I promise I'll make it as pleasurable as I can." She begins to moan and plead with him not to do what he was about to.
He blocks out everything in the background, concentrating only on Vixen. Concentrating on bringing as much pleasure to her as he could, knowing that she would understand why. If not now, then someday.
As his body rises over hers and he positions himself to plant his significant length inside of her, he sees tears beginning to fall from her eyes, and he knew then and there that she had been raped before, somewhere in her past. She continues to moan and plead with him not to do what he was doing.
She whimpers in shock and need. At least he had the decency to make sure that she was wet before he took her, unlike the man who was to become her stepfather all those years ago.
"Forgive me, little fox," he whispers, heartbroken that he was causing her so much pain.
"Relax, little one. It'll be easier for both of us," he grunts softly in command, gritting his teeth against the pleasure that he felt. The friction was almost more than he could take. She was so hot, so tight. As perfect as he had always known she'd be since the first day he had seen her when she joined the unit.
He bites back a groan, slowly moving his hips, beginning to withdraw and thrust forward again and again, hoping that when he comes, that they will allow him to pull out and spill his semen on the floor or the bed. He really didn't want to force her to deal with the consequences if she became pregnant from this forced rape.
He wanted children someday, with her, but not right now. He wanted her to know that she didn't have to worry about bringing children into the type of life that she had lived, growing up. He wanted her to know that she was loved, and he wanted his children to be conceived in love, not forced on her. He wanted to make sure that she knew that he would be there to take care of her and his children, if they had any.
His hips move faster and harder between her thighs, driving his substantial length deeper in her, as he nears his climax and he begins to tremble, getting set to pull out, but Alfonso puts his boot on his back and forces him to stay inside her, holding him inside Vixen as he spews his hot, moist seed, spurting a huge load into her waiting womb. Lifeline collapses on Vixen's prone body and rolls to the side, taking Vixen with him, pulling his body from hers, not wanting to crush her with his superior size and weight or to make her endure the feeling of his body inside of hers any more than necessary.
He noticed that her skin was ice cold and clammy and her eyes appeared to be looking off into the distance. He pulled her head closer into his shoulder, whispering to her, comforting her.