Chapter 2 - S'il Vous Plaît

Amélie Lacroix had begged for this. She begged for more and the brute of a man was willing to oblige. She had reverted to her native tongue. The beast didn’t understand the words, but the intent was clear as day. Her writhing body told enough of the story. Her sharp nails clutching at his belly, begging for more his cock. Her face was a mess. Drool and cum decorated her face. She nuzzled her chin and cheek against the shaft. Her nose flared as she inhaled the scent of her target. 

Mako Rutledge had spent a load on this assassin. The chemicals in his body were wearing off. He saw her drugged eyes. He wasn’t running on rage anymore. He snorted like a hog. He picked her up by the hair. Her clothing was torn. Her breasts were on display. She reached up and clutched at his hand, trying to pry herself free. She wanted to be abused, but… it was still something to get used to. 

She was far gone, but who knew where she would be once she was sated. Would he have a knife in his throat? He tossed her to the side, towards the wreckage in the clearance. She managed to catch herself. Lacroix panted. She had never been denied in her life. She turned around and saw the beast picking up the scrap cannon off of the ground. He held the hook in the other hand. 

The sniper shivered. She eyed the gun and the sharp hook in his brutish hands. He stomped towards her. She knew she should run, but couldn’t. Her legs were weak. They shook. The drugs were still in her system. Her thigh twitched. She couldn’t stop herself. Her hand slid between her legs. She slid two fingers into her twat and began to finger herself as the walking death came closer. 
“Run,” she thought to herself.

“S'il vous plaît,” she begged out loud. She wasn’t sure if it was to herself or to the beast. She felt the metal push against her head. He was holding the cannon against her skull. Her mouth opened. She wasn’t sure what she wanted. This was pain, this was humiliation. 

She nearly collapsed. Her stomach left her. Her knees bent forward. She let out a moan as she fell forward. 

Her head shot back. She fell, but not completely. She reached up and she clasped onto the pile of junk she had leaned against. The metal hook was around her throat once again. It kept her from falling over completely. It kept her from going down on her knees. He laughed at her. It filled her with shame. She lowered her head.

“S'il vous plaît,” she said once again. She lowered her head. Her tone was much more desperate. She arched her back as she began to lift herself back up. She stumbled and twitched. Her thighs burned as she spread them apart. She pushed her ass against the monster.
Mako licked his lips. He eyed her through his mask. He pushed the scrap cannon against her once more. He pulled the hook across her throat and let the point prick her skin. He didn’t stab her. Just reminded her he could. He dropped the hook. It landed with a thud next to the pair. The chain hung from his side. He pushed closer and lifted his gut. 

His fat belly slapped her backside. Her ass was cradled against him. That turgid member was pressed between her legs. He felt her thighs hugging the shaft. He felt her pussy drool over the veins. He dragged it back and forth, working his hips. He panted and laughed. He pointed the scrap cannon in the air and fired it.

It was a deafening sound. Lacroix lowered her head in fear. She clenched her eyes. She was met with a laugh from the beast. He pushed the hot metal against her back and she hissed. It was warm. Her suit was the only thing keeping it from burning her. 

“Hurry,” she said. She couldn’t take it. Her whole body began to buck. The danger, the humiliation. The images of how she must look swam through her head and she grit her teeth. He reached down and began to guide that cum-and-saliva-coated cock right up to her cunt. He began to push inside. He began to take her. He panted as he slid his shaft deep into her. Mako gasped. He let go of his shaft and grabbed another canister of the gas. 

She moaned as he spread her out. Lacroix shuddered and her fingers clenched at metal. She ground her teeth together. Her eyes shot open. She heard the sound of the hog inhaling. She braced for impact. 

His hand gripped her skull and he pulled backwards. She moaned in pain. She felt like he could tear her head off if he wanted. She arched back and in turn, the cock penetrated deeper. It slammed her backwalls. Her phat ass was buried under his fat. His gut bounced off of her. He snorted like a pig. He was code name Roadhog and now she felt like Roadkill. Her flesh stretched around it. She felt her pubic area distend and gasped out. 

She cursed in french. She shivered. She begged for help. “Talon! I need extract! I need evacuation! Urgent!” She didn’t hear a response. She heard the sound of the beast taking her. She felt his presence as his hands gripped either sides of the junk pile and began to use it as leverage to pound her deeper. 

“Gabriel! Moira!” She stopped. She would even plead to him. “Akande! Anyone. Please…” Tears began to stream down her eyes. “I can’t stop…” The pig was barreling down on the woman. She scratched at the junk. She felt her breasts clapping against her body as she was used like a toy. She felt her pussy clench around the beast. She was on her tiptoes. She was being fucked off the ground. 

The members of Talon listening in were mortified. They were listening to the comms. The act was brutal. Her giving up names though? That made the threat seem closer. She had given them up. Who knew who Mako knew?
They heard a muffling sound, like gas being expelled. They knew what it was. Amélie was being gassed again. The beast had grabbed another dose and held it to her face. It kept her from passing out and missing the fun.

“He’s breaking me…” Lacroix whimpered. “I need help,” she begged. She knew Talon didn’t “help.” But she prayed she might be valuable enough to be an exception. She had killed so many. She had killed her husband. She had become their weapon. They couldn’t just… throw her away. 

The members of Talon were already discussing it. They would have let her go, but she named names. “Kill her,” was the message received from Moira. Gabriel didn’t respond. Akande wanted to deal with it personally. It was a stand still. The only sound was one of their top operatives being fucked into oblivion. 

The pig didn’t demand. He took. He was holding her head against the wall. He was pounding his shaft into her. His saliva-ridden cock slid in and out with ease. His fat balls smacked and quivered with each stroke. They shook and churned. His hand on her head clenched tighter. His other hand slid beneath her to grope her freed tit. They squeezed and teased her nipple, toying with the little bundle of nerves. He plucked and twisted, all for his own desires.

She wasn’t without her own. Her legs twitched. Her mind was melting with each bubbling orgasm. His girth was spreading her out. She was done. This was her life. Talon was a thing of the past. Her mind was gone and she couldn’t think straight. Hopelessness seemed appealing. Giving in probably felt better. So, she began to buck backwards. She began to move her hips. If she was going to be fucked into oblivion… might as well enjoy the ride.

She rolled her eyes backwards as she was reduced to nothing. That cock ground into her, sawed into her ego. Each pounding made her lose a bit more of herself. Her tongue slipped from her mouth… Drool began to pour forth. 

“Cum…” she whispered. 

The beast laughed. He didn’t quite hear it. He slowed down. 

“Cum…” She said louder. The beast pulled his cock out slower. She began to buck her hips back, slamming the cock deep into herself.

“Cum… please!” She pled. She begged. She had done this to herself. Again. The beast snorted and began to jackhammer her body. His cock made her pubic area bulge. His turgid dick that had tasted of filth was defiling her body and she was falling in love.

She loved how his balls smacked her. She loved how they felt tightening. She loved feeling him getting on his tiptoes… all to bury himself deeper.

She howled as she felt that first rope of cum burst inside of her. She screamed in pleasure. Her fingers clawed at the metal in front of her, not catching ground. Her face was pressed against rusted metal. Her eyes peered back to see the animal that was claiming her.

He grabbed her hips for leverage. She lifted her head slightly to look. She stared at him. She panted and came once more. She leaked down her legs. His cum overflowed and dripped to the dirt. 

Mako pulled out and one final, pent up, rope flew over her back. It fell in her hair. He let go of her. He panted. His shoulders were limp. She fell into a bundle. She fell to her knees, in a puddle of her filth. The hot Australian air was beginning to cool. The sun was setting. She panted. 

“Take me with you…” She pled. The hog snorted and looked down upon her. He saw only a worthless piece of junk. He took his cannon, his hook. He left the sniper to pass out in the wasteland of this harsh world. 