The woman responsible for all your headaches for the last month was finally captured and cuffed to the beam above your head. Her feet barely touching the ground

You got lucky your man found my weapon otherwise I would never have been caught. You and all your men are jokes.

Hmph. So you broke me free just so you could play with me some more? Pathetic little shit. What do you want now, huh? To try and make me beg for my life? You know I won't give it to you that easily.

Oh, is that supposed to scare me? Fuck you! You think I haven't seen worse? Do your worst.

Fuck!! Shit shit shit shit shit shit! Ahhh, fuck, that hurt! Okay, okay, fine! Just point that thing somewhere else, will ya? Jesus fuck! Fine, okay, ask your stupid questions. But know this: if anyone finds out what happened here today, it was because you pussy-footed around too much, not because I betrayed them. You got that?

Hmph. Like I'd tell you. You'll just have to find someone else who knows, dumbass. Now uncuff me so we can go back to fighting, you little bitch.

Ahh, fuck, shit... all right, all right! Just stop shooting me, asshole! I swear on my life, I don't know where they are. They moved the camp last week; maybe one of the other captains knows more about that. If you really want answers, get your boys to question the others. Now get this fucking cuff off before you break anything else important!

You think I won't make another weapon, sneak up behind you, and beat your brains out with it when my team gets free? Think again, bitch. Now uncuff me or I swear I'll find something even nastier to do to you.

Fine. You're such a little pussy. You know what? Screw it. You win. I'll tell you everything. The location is... Well, it used to be near the old quarry. But like I said, they moved it last week. Ask some of your higher-ups about coordinates. And there's... maybe around fifty of them left? Something like that? But like I keep saying, if you really wanna get information, talk to someone else. Jesus Christ, are you just stupid, or something?

Of course you don't, you idiot. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of. It doesn't matter anyway; we'll be killing each other until the world ends. Enjoy your "victory," asshole.

Oh, fine. Whatever. If that's what you want. Just remember what I said before: if anyone finds out about this, it's on you. And you can bet your sweet ass I won't forget.

Fine. I'm tired of talking anyway. What do you want me to say? Go ahead and take your dick out and show me how big it is. Maybe then you'll feel like the winner you think you are. Or maybe not. Whatever, asshole. I've seen better days.

Holy shit. You weren't kidding. No wonder your men are always such pussies. With that monster between your legs, they probably spend more time trying to suck you off than doing their jobs. Well, at least it explains why you can never seem to keep a woman for long. Christ, what am I saying? Why would anyone in their right mind want to be with you? Now put that thing away before I puke all over it.

I... I can't believe I'm saying this, but... Fine. If you insist on using that thing on something, might as well make it me. Just don't expect me to enjoy it, all right? You win, asshole. But just so we're clear: it's because you have a gun and I'm tied up, not because I actually want you inside me. And if you even think about bragging about this later, so help me God...

Ignoring the pain in her leg, Alissa eagerly takes hold of his massive member and guides it toward her waiting body. As he slowly thrusts into her, tears of humiliation mingle with those of pleasure as she realizes she's enjoying the rough treatment far more than she should. Her moans fill the room as their bodies collide again and again, her muscles tensing rhythmically around him. When he finally comes deep within her, she lets out a long, shuddering breath and closes her eyes, unable to believe what just happened. But as he steps back, smirking victoriously, she knows this isn't over yet. There will be consequences, she swears it. But for now, she'll savor the taste of defeat on her lips, and the lingering ache between her legs.