The 69th Butcher

"Wake up!" I yelled at the girl bound and gagged on her knees in front of me.

She twitched but made no further movement, so I slapped her. "I said get up!"

She groaned and opened her eyes. She moved slowly from the drug-induced haze she was in. I grabbed her chin and forced her head up, making her look at me in my masked face. Her eyes drifted a bit around the dingy warehouse we had brought her to, but when she finally saw me, her eyes opened wide and snapped into focus. She then started thrashing and pulled at the chains holding her. The two masked soldiers behind me moved forward to hold her, but I held up my hand and they moved back.

I chuckled, "Honey, that's not going to work. So how about you calm down and we get down to business?"

She looked back at me with a look of loathing, but stopped struggling. I moved forward and lowered the gag from her mouth.

"The 69th Butcher," she spat. "What are you doing? Why am I here? Where are we?" She started screaming.

"Hey, none of that. I'm asking the questions here. Although I do see you recognize me," I said, crouching in front of her.

"Of course I recognize you, you're a legend. The most ruthless special ops fighter in the imperial force."

"Ah, always nice to meet a fan. Now shut up."

If looks could kill, I'd certainly be dead, but she obeyed and fell silent.

"Good girl," I said. "Now, to business. What do you know about the stolen plans?"

"What stolen plans," the girl asked. "Are you sure you didn't just misplace them?"

I slapped her. "Insolent girl. Where are the plans you and your band of rebels stole from us?"

"I don't know about any plans and even if I did, I certainly wouldn't tell you," she said, raising her head defiantly, or at least as defiantly as she could while bound.

"See, that's something I never understood. Why would you say 'if I did, I wouldn't tell you'? That just tells me that you did!" I said, rolling my eyes.

"Doesn't matter, I'm not going to talk. Torture me all you want," she said, looking up at me.

"Oh, I know. You're the famous Juniper Danger. Withstander of torture, secret-keeper extraordinaire. But I wasn't planning on torture," I said, smirking.

I walked closer to her, to the point where I could see the dirt in her hair. I crouched down to her eye level and raised my hand to her face. She flinched away and I grabbed her face. I stroked her cheek and chucked.

"Tough on the outside, but such a pretty face," I said. "It'll make the task much more enjoyable for me."

She started struggling again. I sneered, "It didn't work before, it's definitely not going to work now."

I stood up and rolled up my sleeves, turning to the men behind me. "Leave us. I'll get the information."

The men chuckled and left. I turned back to the girl. It was too perfect. I needed information and I needed release. Two birds with one stone. I undid my belt, letting my cargo pants fall to the floor. Although it was dim, the bulge in my boxers caused by my hard 6" dick was clearly visible. I smirked as her eyes looked down and widened in surprise.

I pulled my boxers down and my dick jumped to attention. I took it in my hand and guided it towards her face. She had her lips pressed tightly shut, but that wasn't going to stop me. I pushed my bulging head against her lips and they gave way to her warm mouth. Fuck, immediate goodness. I pulled out a bit, then shoved my cock further into her mouth. She gagged as I hit the back of her throat. Wow, she took a lot of it in. I started fucking her face, slowly at first and building up speed. She was sputtering and slobbering all over my dick, but that just heightened my enjoyment. I could feel my orgasm building and I pulled out. Although it would be fun, it would accomplish nothing to finish so quickly.

Spit dripped off my cock in strings from her mouth. She coughed as she gasped for air. I bent down, undid the chains holding her on her knees and forced her into a standing position, chaining her there. I then ripped open her shirt, revealing her sizable breasts being held up in a bra. Reaching behind her, I unclasped it effortlessly with one hand, letting it fall to the ground. I took her tits in my hands, kneading and squeezing them. Against her will, she let a small gasp escape from her mouth.

"Ah, interesting," I said.

I pinched her nipples between my fingers, rubbing them. She sucked in a breath in pain.

"That's more like it," I said, laughing.

I drew the knife sheathed on my thigh and wiped the blade on my sleeve. Despite her reputation, I could see fear creeping into her eyes. I carefully used the tip of the blade to comb the hair out of her face. I then started gliding the flat side of the blade against her bare arms. Although she was terrified, I could see a glimmer of lust forming in her eyes. I used the knife to cut open her pants, which dropped, revealing her panties soaked through. Fucking hell.

I burst out laughing. "Seems you're enjoying this as much as I am, huh, darling."

She bit her lip and looked down in shame. "Yes, sir."

I pulled down her panties and spread her pussy open. My fingers were instantly coated in her juices. I sucked her pleasure off my fingers, damn did she taste good. I moved my fingers back down and shoved two deep inside her. She screamed as I entered, but the scream turned into a moan as she opened to accept it. I finger-fucked her for a bit, then added a third. Her pussy renewed its wetness with a fresh wave as I fucked her faster and faster. She moaned loudly, her pleasure evident against her will. I took my hand out and shoved it down her throat, making her taste herself. She lapped it off my fingers, lust completely taking over.

I then positioned my dick between her legs. I rubbed in between her pussy lips, her juices providing perfect lubricant. I then started pushing my cock into her. Her breath hitched as I slowly filled her up. I then pulled out and started fucking her like my life depended on it, although I suppose it did. But that could wait for a minute. For now, I was just enjoying the sensation of fucking this girl, her powerless to do anything else.

I fucked her faster, her moans practically screams in my ear.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," she yelled.

"Yes, come for me, you worthless girl," I growled in her ear.

She screamed as she orgasmed, her pussy tightening around my cock deep inside her. I felt her juices rush around it, threatening to push it out, but I held on, staying inside. As she came down from the orgasm, I fucked her again, barely letting her experience relief from the sensitivity. As her pussy tightened again, I could feel myself getting close. I slowed down.

"Where are those plans?" I asked.

"I- I- I told you I don't have them," she stammered between moans.

"Don't lie to me," I snarled. "If you don't tell me, I'm going to cum inside you right now and you better pray you don't get pregnant."

She gasped. As expected, this threat scared her, but I also saw the lust in her eyes. Damn, she wanted it. She wanted to be filled up by her kidnapper, her abuser.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" She yelled, but I could see the hesitation in her eyes.

"Fine, so be it," I said.

I resumed fucking her, with more intensity than before. She screamed out in pleasure and my cock started throbbing. I went even faster, ready to cum inside the girl.

"STOP!" She yelled. "The plans are stored in a lockbox inside my van."

I quickly pulled out, just in the nick of time. My dick exploded, shooting hot jets of cum all over her face and tits. Without hesitation, she immediately licked her lips and swallowed what she was able to reach.

"Good girl," I said.

I pulled up my pants and left, motioning to the soldiers waiting to take care of the slut covered in cum behind me.