Becca Xxx - Spring Tide

Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episode of Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters

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Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Ch 11.

Sploosh.

A slap of freezing cold water in the face brought me back to reality. For a moment I thought I was out surfing at Sennen Cove, but I soon realised that wasn't the case. At least it washed the pepper spray out of my eyes and sinuses.

I had no idea how long I'd been unconscious, but it must have been a while. My Kevlar body armour and weapons had been removed along with the rest of my clothes. I was now hanging from a hook by my hands with my feet barely touching the floor. The base of my skull was throbbing and I had a banging headache from being hit with the rifle-but.

At least the passage of time had allowed my vision and breathing to return to normal.

"Wakey wakey, Sooka," said a familiar Russian voice. "It's time we had some fun, no?"

It was Dimitri and he had a few friends with him. One of them had an empty bucket which had contained the water I'd just been soaked with. I scanned the room to take in as much information as I could and evaluate my situation.

My main concern was where Natalie was, but I soon spotted her hanging next to me in the same predicament. She was just as wet as I was, dripping in water from head to toe. Her face was red and puffy, especially around the eyes and nose from the horrific pepper spray attack. I kicked myself for not seeing it coming, but it was now in the past and there was nothing I could do to change it. All I could do was concentrate on the here and now.

"You're not so tough now, huh bitches?" laughed Dimitri. "No guns and no clothes and you're nothing more than a couple of whores again, dah?"

His friends laughed along with him, looking us both up and down like pieces of hung meat.

Our hands were tied above our heads by zip-ties and we were attached to a couple of crane hooks suspended from the gantry. Our ankles were also tied and we were up on tip toes to take some of the pressure off our shoulders. This was a stress position to keep us immobilised and wear us down. Things weren't looking good for us.

I scanned the room for our clothes and found the majority of my garments on the kitchen worktop next to Saskia's bra. Yuri was among the men surrounding us, holding two pairs of panties in his hands. One pair was mine and the other was Nat's. I imagined they'd been passing them around between them, sniffing our sexy smells from the fabric.

Apart from him and Dimitri, there were six other men present, crowding around us in a loose circle. Two of the guys had our MP7's slung over their shoulders while the rest seemed to be sporting Glocks and MAC-10's. They looked like a rag-tag bunch of low-level criminals who thought they were tough because of whom they associated themselves with.

"You need to let us go," I ordered. "We're just here for the girl."

There was an eruption of raucous laughter from the eight of them. Dimitri encouraged them and he now seemed to be the one in charge.

"You're in no position to be making demands," he snorted. "In fact, the only position you're in is one where you're about to get fucked."

The men sniggered and leered at us, but I just glared at them. I wasn't about to back down even though I was tied up and outnumbered. My brain was working at light speed to get myself out of this situation as quickly as possible. We were up against amateurs after all.

"These are the two sluts I told you about," Dimitri addressed his men. "They suck and fuck like a couple of high-class hookers. You should have seen them at the gloryhole."

"And Valentin's party," added Yuri. "They took more cum than a sperm bank, yes?"

"And how did that work out for your fat cunt of a boss!" spat Natalie. "Karma's a bitch, isn't it?"

"Yeah, he threw a good barbecue," I laughed. "It's a shame he was the main course."

Smack.

Dimitri swung the back of his hand straight across my left cheek to silence me. I immediately felt the sting of it and my eye began to swell.

"He was a true patriot for the motherland," he shouted. "His demise is unfortunate, but not the end of the cause."

"What cause?" hissed Natalie. "Drugging and raping young girls? How fucking manly of you."

Smack.

She got the same treatment as me. He slapped her hard across the face and I watched her head snap sideways under the heavy blow.

"It is the cause that will put Russia back in the driving seat as a super power. The western regime of tyranny and capitalism is over. The only question I have, is who the fuck are you? You're certainly not just a pair of slutty school girls."

"At least you've got something right," I smirked. "You don't think we're here alone, do you? We're part of a much bigger team, so, let us go, give us the girl and we'll walk away."

"There is no one else here, you're alone," said Yuri. "We watched you arrive after you tripped the silent alarm on your way in. Our lookout in one of the conveyor towers spotted you park your camper van and we tracked you on the hidden cameras from there on in. We knew someone would come for the girl after Valentin was killed, but we had no idea it would be two whores."

At least that explained how they spotted us. I was still kicking myself for not being cautious enough, but we were where we were.

"We're not whores. Although we are paid to fuck people," Natalie gave it a double meaning with venom in her voice. "The type of fucking you receive is up to you. You should listen to my friend here and let us go."

"And you should understand who you're dealing with, yes?" snapped Dimitri, moving closer and grabbing Natalie by her chin.

He pushed his nose against hers and snarled at her. He then turned his head slowly and menacingly to glare at me.

"Valentin is dead thanks to you two bitches, but I have taken over," Dimitri declared. "Killing him hasn't changed a thing. The plan will still be executed and a mighty blow will be dealt in the war with Ukraine."

"We know all about it and so do our superiors," I said it like it was nothing. "We know all about Victor and his three teams and what his plans are. We also know about the rest of your Russian assholes planning the same thing in America. It's fucking over."

He let go of Natalie and moved over to me. He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked my head back to expose my ear. Moving so close that I could smell his breath, he spoke into my ear.

"If you know so much, why are you here? Getting the girl back does nothing for you unless Nikolai has promised you information in return for her being released," he growled. "You're full of shit."

"Am I?" I hissed back. "What about the drones?"

His snarl dropped and he pulled my hair harder, staring into my eyes to try and read me. I glared back, unflinching with a smug grin on my face. I was getting to him and that was my plan. Even if I could cast the slightest doubt in his mind about how close we were to ending their plan, it would buy us some time to get out of here.

"The western cowards and their remote drones," he spat on the floor next to me in disgust. "Your armies can't even fight like men anymore. They must hide thousands of miles away like little bitches dropping bombs on our comrades. You cannot even fight on the front lines like us Soviets. Fight a real war without your technologies and we will see who wins."

"A real war like the one your country is fighting you mean?" I scowled. "Murdering and raping innocent unarmed Ukrainians? Yeah, that sounds so brave. You mother fuckers are all the same."

"If they do not bow down to us, they get what they deserve," he snapped. "Just like you."

Getting him angry had made him make a mistake. He had just practically admitted that the drones were their targets, just like we had thought. It was also interesting that he'd referred to his fellow country men as 'Soviets' rather than 'Russians'. The Soviet Union had collapsed over thirty years ago and yet he was still referring to them as Soviets. It was just like Charles Hamilton had predicted. Russia wanted its old member states back and Ukraine was only the beginning. If Ukraine fell, the rest could quickly follow.

"And you think Victor and his men are capable of taking out the drone bases?" I laughed. "Our people are all over them, we've been tracking them for weeks. It's fucking over, dumbass."

A smile crept over his face and he slowly moved away from me. He let go of my hair and quickly slapped me across the other cheek. This blow was much harder and I saw starbursts for an instant before I shook it off and stared at him in defiance.

"Drone bases?" he laughed, giving the word 'bases' an extra emphasis. "That just proves that you don't know shit. He's not looking at drone bases - that would be much too difficult. Your complacent government have no idea how wide open you are to attack; he doesn't need to hit the drone bases to take those flying toys out of the sky."

My look of confusion must have been obvious. Was he telling the truth or was he trying to throw me off the scent?

"You're lying about what you think you know, dah? And if you're lying about that, then you are lying about your superiors knowing anything of importance. Victor's timeline will remain on schedule and you two will become our property, just like that little slut over there," he pointed at Saskia who was cowering on her chair. "Victor will be very pleased that we have captured the two little cunts who have caused him so many problems. Who knows, maybe he will want to pass you around his men for a little fun of their own to celebrate their victory."

"He'll have to wait his turn," sneered Yuri. "We need to have our fun first, dah?"

He passed the panties to one of the others and moved closer to Natalie. He gripped her by her chin, squeezed her cheeks hard and kissed her on her puckered lips.

"Mwah. She tastes of fear," he smirked. "Let's have a look what we've got to work with, boys?"

He moved around the back of her and placed both hands on her pert tits. Natalie wriggled about on the hook like a worm to try and avoid his groping, but it was no use. He wobbled her breasts like two jellies much to the delight of the onlookers. I then watched him drop his hands down her torso and grip the inside of her thighs. She kept them clamped shut, but Yuri was having none of it.

"Show these nice men what you have in store for them," he cooed. "Don't be shy now."

"Get the fuck off of me," she spat.

"Awww, don't be like that, little one," he soothed. "You loved it the other night at the gloryhole. Come on... show everyone that sweet little pussy of yours."

She tried to resist him, but he was much stronger than her. He lifted her legs off the ground so she was completely supported by the hook and he wrenched her knees apart. Her ankles remained touching as they were tied with a zip-tie.

"That's better," Yuri whispered in her ear. "Who wants to feel how fucking tight this slut is. Come on lads, don't be shy."

"Leave her the fuck alone," I shouted, swinging wildly on my hook to try and get free. "I'll fucking kill every one of you before the night is out."

"Shush, baby girl," Yuri quietened me like a child. "You'll get a turn soon enough. Come on guys, someone finger this little shlyukha."

A guy with a huge forehead stepped forwards with a wicked grin. He looked like a Neanderthal with a dumb expression on his face and huge hands. He got level with Natalie and looked her up and down before rubbing his hands up the inside of her thighs while Yuri held her legs open. His gaze was fixed between her legs at the heart of her being and I knew she'd be wet. We'd both been aroused by the excitement of the mission and we hadn't got any drier since then. We both knew what these men were going to do to us, but neither of us were bothered by it. Men were at their most vulnerable when they were fucking us and I was banking on their distraction.

"Don't you fucking dare," Natalie cried as Neanderthal spread her plump lips open.

"Ssshhhhh," he placed one finger on his lips and the other slid inside her all the way up to his knuckles.

He held it deep and wiggled it around inside her to feel how tight she was. It almost looked like a gynaecological exam from the way he conducted himself.

"Yebat," he gasped. "This little Blyad is already primed. Her cunt is dripping wet and super tight."

"I told you she's a slut," laughed Yuri. "She'll let you do anything you like to her. Pussy, ass or mouth, she's open for business, dah?"

Neanderthal slipped his finger out of Natalie's fuck hole and gave it a sniff. He then placed it in front of her mouth and told her to suck it clean. Natalie snapped her teeth onto his finger and bit down hard, making him yelp and pull it away as fast as he could.

"Fucking bitch," he cried, slapping her across the face with his other hand.

"Maybe her mouth is not open for business after all, dah?" laughed Dimitri. "She might bite your dick off."

"You better believe it," Natalie snapped. "Let me go."

The men thought it was hilarious that Neanderthal had been bitten, but he took it well. He just moved back towards his friends, saying something in Russian as he wiped his finger under one of their noses. They looked like a couple of teenaged boys smelling their first cunt after fingering a girl.

"Let's see if her little friend is wet too, yes?" said Yuri, letting go of Nat and moving in behind me.

He was like a circus ring leader, getting the crowd going. Natalie was left swinging back and forth, trying to steady herself with her toes on the ground. Yuri slapped my tits hard and watched them wobble before picking up my bodyweight and spreading my legs open. It was pointless to resist, but I gave it a half-hearted attempt for show.

A short stumpy guy stepped forwards to show off to his friends. He was as wide as he was tall and looked like a beach ball. He buried his face in my cleavage to start with and motorboated my tits from side to side, slobbering all over them. The crowd laughed and jeered as he pulled away showboating for his peers with his arms in the air. He then helped Yuri pick me up with my legs in the air to expose my pouting labia from underneath. Beachball gave my ass a spanking and then slapped my clit a few times like porn stars do in the films.

Slap - slap - slap.

I flinched and let out a squeal as the pain shot through my sensitive bud.

"Get the fuck off me," I squirmed. "My team are only moments away and you're only making things worse for yourselves."

"Oooooh, we are so scared," laughed one of the crowd. "The little sluts are getting angry with us. What are we going to do?"

Some of the others joined in with the goading and insults, but it was all spoken in Russian and we couldn't understand it.

"Enough of the foreplay," Yuri calmed them down. "Let's take them through to the offices and we can have a little one on one with them, no? Call it a perk of the job."

The crowd loved that idea and lurched forwards to lift us off the hooks. It took two of them on each of us to lift us down and we were dragged backwards by our arms across the hard concrete floor. The back of my heels were scraped raw in a matter of seconds and I tried to pick up my feet to relieve the pain. Taking on eight men while tied on a hook would have been impossible, but things were looking up for us. Unlike the previous rape session at Valentin's house, these men wanted to fuck us in private. That made things a whole lot easier as long as we could get ourselves untied.

I looked up at my wrists which were zip-tied together. The police and other government agencies often used plasti-cuffs for speed and they were a specialist piece of equipment. They consisted of a long plastic strip about ten-millimetres wide which had a clasp on one end. The free end was pushed into the clasp and it worked on a ratchet system which prevented them from being undone. The ones the police used were made from extremely strong reinforced plastic and the only way to remove them was by cutting them off.

As I gazed up at my tied hands, I noticed that the ones these guys had used were made of thinner plastic and a smaller clasp. They looked like they had been purchased from an electrical wholesaler or a do-it-yourself store and were more suited for tying cables together rather than restraining a prisoner. They were inferior quality and could be overcome quite easily if you knew how.

Fortunately, I did know how.

It required technique rather than brute strength and all I had to do was bide my time and look for an opportunity to remove them. I needed to be alone for a few seconds in order to take them off, but now certainly wasn't the time. Maybe I would wait until these guys had finished with me before I made my escape; it would all depend on where they were taking us.

We bumped our way through the door we'd arrive through which led back to the corridor. Half way down, we turned right and went through another door which said 'Site Office'. I remembered passing it on the way in. The lights were on and we were dragged into an open-plan office area which was strewn with paper and smashed desks. It looked like the local youths had broken in and trashed the place, but we weren't stopping here.

"Put one of them in each of the private offices," said Yuri who was following along behind. "You know the drill. Keep them separated."

That was a blow to my plan, but it didn't make it impossible. I was hoping that me and Natalie would be kept together, but as long as one of us was able to escape, we could free the other one.

The door to the Manager's office was kicked open by one of the men dragging me and I was thrown down onto the carpeted floor. I heard Natalie being taken to the office next door where she received similar treatment.

"Bend her over the desk and get her into position," ordered Yuri. "I'm going to fuck her first."

The room was empty apart from an old wooden desk with metal legs. It had once been an expensive office item and a sign of status, but it had been modified since then. It looked more like a medieval rack from a torture chamber and it filled me with dread just looking at it.

This obviously wasn't the first time a girl had been dragged in here to be abused. The desk had a metal loop bolted to it like you find in a police station interview room. It would be used to handcuff unruly prisoners to, to stop them attacking anyone. I was pushed forwards until my belly made contact with the desk and I was then bent over by the men. My tied hands were pulled forwards and another cable tie was used to lash my hands to the metal loop.

"Undo her ankles and tie them to the table legs," said Yuri. "Make sure they're tight. I don't want this bitch getting loose. She's fucking dangerous."

The coldness of the wood under my breasts and torso made me shudder as my ankle ties were cut with a knife. I could have kicked out at this point, but it wouldn't have helped. There were too many of them and I needed to bide my time.

One by one, my ankles were ratcheted to the metal table legs and pulled in tight.

"Make sure her friend is secured in the same way," ordered Yuri. "Then go back and keep and eye on our other guest. Victor wants her untouched and in one piece. Check outside too, just in case this little whore was telling the truth about another team."

"The outer alarm has not been tripped," said one of his knuckle draggers. "She's fucking lying."

"Well, check anyway," Yuri hissed as he pulled his pistol from his waistband. "We don't want to fuck this up like Valentin did."

Knuckle-dragger nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. Yuri placed his pistol out of reach on a chair near the door and moved back towards me, undoing his belt. I caught a glimpse of the weapon on the chair and noticed it was a very shiny Beretta M9. It had been Chrome-plated and it looked like a typical drug-dealer's gun.