Unapologize

By: PricklySare

A/N: Standard Disclaimers Apply.

Huge Huge Huge, Big Ass Warning: This chapter is full of sexual violence and if you can't stomach that I'd suggest not reading this chapter. Don't say I didn't warn you. :)

Thanks to the M's for their constant help and support, and thanks to Stayce for doing the final edit. You Babes are the best.

Sare

Chapter Thirty-Two: Tracto Gets Her Fuck On

Tracto's POV

I slowly slid my hand up his thigh, barely grazing across his cock, and smiled to myself when it twitched under his black cargoes. Men were so easy. "How long until we get there?" I asked him, making sure my voice was lowered into a sexy purr. He'd already told me about his job at Rangeman, and I hadn't even done anything yet. This wasn't even going to be a challenge.

"Fifteen minutes, baby," he said.

I gave him a throaty chuckle, "That's plenty of time," I told him as I trailed my fingers across his zipper, slowly lowering it. I heard him moan as he sprang free from the confines of his pants. I had to admit, his cock was impressive. At least I wouldn't have to suffer to get the job done. I lowered my mouth to him and slowly slid his already hard length into my hot, wet, mouth.

"God, baby, that feels so fuckin' good," he moaned. He spread his legs wider as he shifted his position in the driver's seat, and I licked down the length of him before taking him down my throat. Men were essentially nothing more than scrotum and muscles anyway, hardly a brain or original thought throughout the whole gender. I knew exactly what I needed to do in order to control him, with little to no effort on my part. Very rarely did I take pleasure from the sex act, and only with men who I deemed were worthy. Nychta had been worthy. Oh god, had he ever been worthy, but then that tramp came and ruined him. Now he was just another walking DNA bank.

I increased the pressure of my tongue against the ridged vein of his cock, moving my head rhythmically up and down his shaft. His thighs were trembling and I knew he was close. I was too damn good at my job for it to take long. It wasn't like I was interested in getting personal enjoyment out of it. It was merely a tool I used to get what I needed. In this case, his complete loyalty to me. I'd cement his allegiance as soon as we got to his place. After all, very few men could refuse my wishes once they got a chance to bury their cock inside me.

"Fuck. So good," he grunted. His balls tightened up and I knew he was going to cum. I fucking hope he doesn't kill us. It would be just like a man. I grazed my teeth along his shaft and lightly bit the tip; his jizz sliding down my throat. He grunted a few more times, his breathing labored, while I licked his cock clean. I stole a glance at the dashboard clock. Not bad. Seven minutes. Licking the remaining cum off my lips, I inwardly cringed. It was so salty, nothing like Nychta's. I sat up and smiled. Everything about Nychta had tasted good. Shame he has to die. Ooh, he might already be dead. Suddenly, I was horny.

Ten minutes later I was thrown up against a wall, my breasts being attacked by his mouth. He sucked on them for several minutes each, working them into ridged peaks. I would have preferred if he'd been biting them. "Harder," I said, pushing the left one hard against his mouth. I grabbed his head in my hands and held it tightly. "The line between pain and pleasure can be fine. Very, very, fine. Bite me, I like pain," I commanded him. His eyes locked on mine, and I could see the shock in them, right before pleasure filled them. He bit down slowly, applying pressure a little at a time, until I said, "Dammit! Don't be a bitch. Fucking bite me." I knew his type well. They believed they were the ones in control, the ones with the power. I knew that I'd just pushed him, and he was going to make sure he hurt me. Fuck, yeah.

"Bitch?" he growled as he bit down hard enough that I cried out. He pulled away, and I felt something wet slide down my exposed breast. Blood. I watched as he licked his lips, and I whimpered. "You like being hurt, you stupid cunt?" I just nodded my head, my eyes locked on his. "I'll show you who's the bitch," he said right before he slammed my head into the wall. My vision went fuzzy on the edges and I moaned in satisfaction.

"Bring it on, you fucking pussy," I taunted him.

"Fuck you, bitch," he said, pressing his forearm against my windpipe. I struggled for air, and could already feel my orgasm building and he wasn't even inside me. I needed him inside me. I struggled for air to breathe.

"If you're such a big man," I said, my voice hoarse, "then why isn't that puny excuse for a cock inside me already? Why aren't you fucking me?" I watched as rage filled his brown eyes, and I knew I had him.

"You fucking bitch, I'll show you puny. When I'm done with you, you'll wonder if you're dead," he promised me as he dropped his pants, tore my panties off me and forced his way inside my already dripping pussy. I screamed at the pain and pleasure mingled. His forearm slowly began pressing harder and harder against my throat, cutting off my breathing, as my orgasm ripped through me.

My air was almost completely gone, and I knew I was getting ready to pass out. I began struggling, trying to get enough oxygen into my lungs. He was still thrusting into me, harder and harder, and another orgasm was building in me. He removed his arm from my neck and once again slammed my head into the wall pushing me into the orgasm. My eyes went blurry, and I heard him grunt in masculine satisfaction as he coated my walls with his load.

When I could finally breathe again, I looked into the eyes of my newest weapon, and smiled. "Ready for round two?" I asked him. I figured one more really good fuck and he'd do anything I told him to do.

"Again?" he asked, confusion evident on his face. "Didn't you get yours?" I swear to god, some men should never fucking speak. This guy might have been the missing link between man and ape. Fuck me.

"Just fuck me, you worthless piece of shit," I told him. "Or, can't you get that sorry excuse for a dick up again?"

"You're a fucking bitch. I should have choked you to death while I was cumming."

I smiled at him, knowing that it wasn't a nice smile. "Just like everything else you do, you're just not good enough." He threw me down on the stairs, smacked me across the face so hard that I tasted blood, and flipped me onto my stomach.

"You're not even worth looking at while I fuck you," he growled as he slammed himself home. He wrapped his hand in my hair and yanked my head back hard enough that I saw stars.

"Is that all you've got?" I asked him through clenched teeth. "Fucking you is like fucking a little boy, only worse."

"Keep telling yourself that, you frigid bitch. You've just never had a real man before." Yeah, right. A real man. This guy was so far from a real man that he wouldn't know one if one came shooting out of his dick. I let him pull my hair harder and ram into me over and over again, I was no longer horny. My mind took in the details of our surroundings, while I systematically broke him down with insults. He thought he was giving as good as he got, that we were in a battle of wills. He didn't even understand the game. I could feel him getting ready to cum again and decided that I might as well have another physical release. An orgasm was an orgasm after all. Focusing my mind on the way it had felt having Nychta buried deep inside me, exactly like that, brought me to orgasm just as Hades once again emptied himself with a grunt.

There was no doubt in my mind that I had Hades exactly where I wanted him. I rolled over on the steps and snuggled up next to him. It was time to play the perfect little woman. "Wow, baby. That was amazing. I've never been fucked so hard in my life," I said, looking up at him from beneath my lashes. "You're like Superman, but you'd have to be in order to work at Rangeman."

"Yeah, I'm pretty much a super hero," he said, pulling me closer. "Most of the guys I work with aren't nearly as strong as I am. They walk around acting all badass, reliving their glory days in the army; like they think being a Ranger is so impressive."

"You weren't a Ranger?" I asked him, already knowing that answer, but playing my part to perfection.

Snort. "Fuck no, baby. I wasn't a pussy Ranger. I was a Marine." He said Marine, like some people say 'God', with reverence. Like you actually know what it's like to be a real Marine. This guy was as much of a fucking moron as I thought he'd be. Eighth and I doesn't count as being a real Marine. Even other Marines don't consider you a true Marine.

"Wow, really? A Marine," I said. "That is so sexy. What did you do? Did you fight in the war after nine eleven?"

Again, he snorted. "No, I was too important to go to war. Anyone could go and fight in the sandbox. I was part of an elite force. I was Eighth and I," he said with a mixture of contempt and pride.

I kicked up the awestruck personality of a dimwitted woman and asked, "What's Eighth and I? It sounds really important."

"Oh, baby, it is. It's the most important force in the Corps," he told me. Oh really? The most important force? It's not even a force. It's fucking a performance unit. I was going to enjoy killing this worthless little toad when he was no longer useful to me. After all, dead men don't testify. I'd probably even get another orgasm out of it.

"What does it do?" I asked him, trailing my hand up and down his less than impressive chest.

"Enough about the Corps, baby. How about we move this upstairs and get a little more comfortable. You can suck my cock again, while I tell you about my job with Rangeman." A smile curved my lips as I thought, Checkmate.

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