Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca XXX The Eden Project. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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My trousers clung to my thighs and felt heavy and uncomfortable. Being covered in someone else's piss wasn't pleasant unless you were into that sort of thing. Golden showers appealed to me from a humiliation point of view, and if I was naked, but right now I needed to stay focused.
I knew that what I'd done to Summer was a sin, to take a life, but her life was a sin in itself. She could have led a righteous existence and been true to herself. She could have grown old gracefully, but instead she'd chosen a life of murder and corruption. I guess she could have been classed as a mass murderer if you took into account all the embryos that had been destroyed to keep her looking young and beautiful.
Fuck her.
Karma had come knocking in the form of an undercover slut breaking her scrawny neck while she was on the toilet taking a piss. It wasn't the most dignified way to leave this world, but she'd deserved it.
As usual the excitement, danger and power had made me hornier than a guy finding his teenaged sisters' vibrator under her pillow. I was soaked with Summer's piss all the way down to my knickers, but that's not the only reason they were wet.
I descended down the metal stairwell leaving Summer's body lying at the first landing and then I stopped to assess the situation on level B4. My hands were shaking like an alcoholic due to the amount of adrenaline rushing through my body. I could feel my heart beating in my throat and I was sweating profusely. I needed to slow my body down and regain my composure.
I took deep breaths in the darkness. In through my nose and out through my mouth. Yogic breathing, re-centring myself and after twelve breaths my heart rate slowed and I felt a lot better. Yoga was a wonderful thing.
I had nothing with me. No phone, no torch, no weapons, nothing. My field agents' kit was back on the surface in my room. All I had was me.
Luckily my training meant I didn't need anything other than my wits and an overwhelming will to succeed.
I pulled my trousers up and tucked my vest into the waist band. I pulled my socks up and made sure my boots were done up tightly and I retied my hair into a pony tail. These little things made me feel better and more comfortable before I moved on.
Summer had told me that Raven was being held on level B7, so that the rest of Eden wouldn't hear her screams. I had no idea how many of Clifford's men there'd be, but I guessed they'd be taking turns on her in some sort of sick shift pattern. She was the spoils of war as far as they were concerned and she would be being enjoyed by the SWAT team, not to mention any of the other twisted perverts that fancied violating one of her holes.
I dropped down to level B5, making sure I stepped quietly on the metal stairs. I listened ahead but heard nothing except for my own breathing. It sounded deafening in the silence.
I moved down to level B6.
Still nothing.
My armpits were leaking and my cleavage was drenched in sweat. My vest top was as wet as my piss-soaked panties. I could see a faint light coming up from the floor below me, level B7.
I couldn't see any movement or hear any voices so I kept going. I stopped at the correct level and looked down the long arterial corridor. It was almost an exact replica of the other levels, with one main corridor leading to narrower ones off to the left and right.
The lights were out on the main corridor, but I could see that they were shining brightly down the second corridor on the right. I left the stairwell and moved down the main, hugging the right-hand wall. It wasn't going to save me if someone suddenly appeared, but it felt like the right thing to do.
I ducked into the first corridor on the right and waited.
No noise. No movement. Just darkness and my heart beat.
I moved on, repeating my wall hugging as I approached the lit corridor. I peeked round the wall and saw no one.
I heard voices which sounded muffled like they were in a room behind a closed door. There was no one guarding any of the doors so I guessed whoever was down there was enjoying Raven.
The structure was similar to the hospital level with each room having windows. The fourth window on the left had lights on. Everywhere else was in darkness so I moved down towards it.
I peered through the window very slowly hoping no one would pick up on my movement. The human eye is drawn to movement so I was extra cautious as I looked through the glass.
It looked like some sort of laundry room, filled with washing machines and tumble dryers. They lined the walls on both sides and there were also two long lines of them up the centre of the large room. I thought about how much washing would be required for a military unit living underground for five years. It would be as immense as the room. Bed sheets, clothing and towels would all need to be washed, dried and ironed just like any other large establishment.
I could see shadows moving in the far corner behind the industrial sized machines. It looked like two or three people, but I couldn't actually see anyone. I needed to get in there and take a closer look.
I pushed the door open and slipped inside. The voices were now louder and I could hear what sounded like someone being slapped. It was skin hitting skin followed by female yelps and then male laughter.
Raven was in here without a doubt.
I crept along the line of washers and peered around the corner lying flat on my stomach to keep my profile as small as possible. I could smell Summer's pee on my clothing; and the tiled floor made me shiver with the chill. With one eye I saw what was happening.
Two members of DI Clifford's SWAT team had Raven tied down over a bag of washing. It was a large white sack like you see in hotels, probably full of towels or bedding. She was on her front bent over the sack with her arms stretched out to the sides. Each wrist was tied with rope and the other end was secured to the metal pillars which held up the ceiling. Her legs were tied in a similar way to her arms, spread eagled and tied to the base of the pillars, so she looked like a bent-over star. Her torso was strapped to the laundry sack with her ass sticking up in the air like a lioness presenting itself for mating.
She was still naked with bright red ass cheeks and I soon saw why.
One of the SWAT team was standing next to her slapping her ass with his hand while his mate stood there watching and laughing.
There were only two of them which was better than three but not as good as if he'd been alone. They didn't seem to be armed which was a bonus, but there was a large metal cage on the floor with a coded lock on it. It looked like they weren't taking any chances. They knew she was trained and they must have been told to keep their weapons locked away in case she escaped while they were molesting her.
Her hair was wet for some reason and although I couldn't see her face, I knew she was sobbing. Having your bottom repeatedly smacked hard would do that to you.
"You've been a very naughty girl Raven," said the guy spanking her.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Whimper. Sob.
"I thought sluts liked being spanked," said his friend.
"She does like it; she's just playing along. She likes having a spanky bum bum."
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Cry. Sob.
"Fucking hell, her ass looks like a baboon's," said the guy hitting her. "All red and ready for fucking."
"Please stop," cried Raven.
"You know the alternative," said the spanker.
"No. Please. No more."
"What's it to be Raven? Spanking or fucking?" said his mate.
"Neither. Please leave me alone."
She sounded desperate and I didn't know if she was playing the victim or if she was genuinely distressed. During my training I'd been told to be submissive and non-confrontational in this situation, to keep them on my side. It was better to build a relationship with your captor and make them feel sorry for you rather than fight back. It made a change that I was the one doing the rescuing as it was usually me that got sexually abused on an assignment.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
She screamed in pain this time.
Her butt cheeks looked red raw and almost glowed in the dark.
"We've got ourselves a nice little hand warmer here," laughed the spanker, holding his hands out towards her ass and then rubbing them together. "It's like a camp fire. Feel the heat coming off her."
His mate copied him trying to humiliate the poor girl further.
"She's smoking hot in more ways than one," he chuckled.
"What's it to be Raven?" he asked again. "There's only one way to make it stop."
It appeared her choice was to be continually smacked on her ass or ask them to fuck her. I was pretty sure she'd already had enough of the later.
"Neither. Please just stop."
"They're not the magic words are they Raven. You've been naughty again."
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Scream.
I weighed up my options. I didn't really want to take on two trained policemen. They weren't big men; they were a similar size to me but they would be stronger.
I looked around for something I could use as a weapon as they continued to torment her. If her ass was as painful as it looked, she'd be passing out anytime soon.
There was nothing to hand. All I could do was wait and hope one or both of them left soon.
"Last chance bitch. I'm not going to stop until I draw blood next time. Maybe I'll use my belt," said the spanker.
She thought for a moment and then spoke in a whimper.
"Ok," she sobbed.
"Say the words. You know the ones," insisted his mate.
"Rape me," she sobbed.
"You forgot to say please."
Before she could be spanked again, she rushed in with her request.
"Please rape me."
"Whoooo what a filthy bitch," said the spanker. "Did you hear that? She wants to be raped."
"What a fucking whore. We better do as she says," added his friend.
I saw them unzip and move into position. These were smart men despite their stupid games. They knew better that to have their trousers round their ankles in a vulnerable position. The spanker moved in front of her and his friend got behind.
"Beg," said the spanker.
"Please sir. Can I suck your cock?" she asked.
"And behind?"
"Please sir. Will you fuck me?"
They both laughed and did as she'd asked. Maybe it was some sort of morality for the two of them to make them ok with it. Forcing her to ask for it rather than just raping her.
