Collide Chapter 1
written by:
Mikael Santangelo

I woke up to total darkness. And I couldn't move.

It took awhile to realize that I was blindfolded and shirtless, my hands tied behind my back while my legs chained to a small bench. The scents were mostly of large trees, moldy cement, blood, sweat and urine. It only meant one thing...

I'm inside the rebel camp, most likely in their prison or interrogation "room". From the smell of things and the way the bench wouldn't budge from its position, I'd say it's the interrogation "room" also known as the torture chamber.

We military men would know since we have our own version of "interrogation" that most of the militant rebels feared. I'm not exactly proud of our methods but they are certainly effective. So effective, even some of the rebel camps have included most of our "processes" into their torture staples.

As my consciousness slowly became clearer, I hear a couple of iron doors banging open then closed, screams of pain from familiar voices and bellowing men from about a dozen feet away. And then came the sounds of not-too-heavy footsteps coming my way, an opening metal door scraping a rough cement floor about just three to four feet away then banged shut, The sound of keys echo in my small room and I figured the door has now been locked securely. Most likely by the owner of those footsteps.

Judging by the length of their stride, the speed of pace and firmness of steps, it's most likely a woman's. The scent that came into the room as the door closed finally proved it.

"Corporal Antonio Maximillano. We finally meet." says a cold and cutting female voice.

I knew it. But why are they sending a woman over to interrogate me? That would be a totally new approach. Not that I'm complaining. She smells newly bathed, the common aroma of bath soap mixing well with her own sweat was quite inviting. I feel a twitching between my legs as a soft hand squeezes my naked shoulder.

Damn, this is one of my biggest problems when on a long tour. Weeks without a woman will make you start lusting after a female you can't even see. "I think I'm at a disadvantage here. You know my name but you I don't know yours."

Her girlish giggle was so refreshing yet out of place in this venue and situation. It just made me want to laugh with her but years of army training kept me gruff and rough to whoever it ways in the room.

"Oh you know my name Anton. I just don't think you'd be interested to know what it is right now, given the circumstances."

What? But I don't recognize her voice... or her scent.

"Well, you certainly don't sound or act like one of the whores I bed regularly back at the base. You're too nice. And you don't sound like any female soldier I've ever met before."

" I will definitely never be on your stinking side Corporal. I'd rather be a whore."

"And yet you said that I know you?"

That one hand on my shoulder was joined by another. Her hands were so dainty that both could not cover one broad shoulder completely.

"In another lifetime far away from all this, yes, you knew me."

Her fingers start to knead into my shoulder muscles. I stifle a moan as my organ twitches inside my pants. Good thing that we commandos do go commando or else I'd be in a very uncomfortable situation right now.

"I... haahhh... yeah that spot right there... I don't think... I remember those... hands though..."

"Awww... how easily you forget. You used to love my massages."

"Maybe if I saw your face..."

"Yes, maybe. But not today."

Her hands were now traveling down my back pushing at pressure points that made me groan and sigh. If this is their idea of torture, please KILL. ME. NOW!

"Ok, I get it. This is a joke. Did the boys put you up to this? They're probably watching me get hard right now and are laughing up a storm. Fess' up woman!"

She laughs chillingly, her fingers suddenly curling. In one smooth movement, she digs her fingers into my skin and her long sharp nails scratches several long, red paths down my back.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! FUCK!"

Her maniacal laughter joins my cries of pain.

"You may be a Corporal now but you're just as soft as the time I first met you." I hear her spit, "Pathetic!"

"OH YEAH! Just wait until I get my hands on you BITCH!"

I pull up from the bench with all my strength but my thighs and ankles would not budge as the chains dug deeper into them. I try for a couple more minutes before finally slumping back into the seat, gasping for breath. My efforts were totally useless. A feel myself breaking into a cold sweat at the realization...

This woman is totally in control and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

"Ohhhh you poor thing. Did I hurt you? Here let me make it better..."

"Get the fuck away from me you crazy bitch!"

"Stop twitching Anton and let me make you feel better ok?"

I can hear the smirk in her tone. What the hell is this bitch up to? And who the fuck is she really?"

Something moist starts moving along the scratches on my back. It took a while before I realize that she was licking them... kissing them... sucking them...

"Aaaahhhhh... you crazy cunt! I'll probably... haaaaahhhh... get rabies... with what.... AAAAAAAAH... you're doing... stop... stop THAT! For FUCK'S sake WOMAN... ahhhh!!!"

She was licking my whole back all the way down. I feel a hand kneading the upper part of my ass and another has started to fondle with my left nipple. And it's all done by a woman I haven't even seen, has a tendency to hurt me any given time and is obviously a part of the enemy camp. I can't help but moan aloud at every little attention she was giving my sex-depraved body.

Yes, this is torture... pure, sweet fucking torture that I wish would not end. NOT. AT. ALL.

I moan and sigh while her mouth continues on its downward path. Both hands reach around my waist and started to loosen my belt and open my pants zipper. My now pulsing and angry member pops out of its confines without any effort on her part. Or mine.

Her two small hands hold on to my dick like it was lifeline, one on top of the other. And it is so big and long that she needed both hands to completely cover it.

"Just the way I remember it. But bigger. My, how you've grown boy."

Her statement drags me back to half-consciousness. I start to fight against her mouth, her embrace, her hands. She was already kneeling by that time and I would have easily thrown her off even with my bonds if not for that bolted bench where I was chained too. That lousy, sticking, fucking tiny bench that can only accommodate half my ass in my most comfortable sitting position - if that is even possible.

"You crazy SLUT, who the HELL are YOU?! GET. OFF. ME!!!"

She giggles again at my futile efforts to escape. Her hands tighten around my swollen dick.

"If you don't stop struggling Corporal, I'll have some of the other rebels in here to do what I'm now doing to you. I am warning you that I am the only female in this camp. Now, choose..."

My sweat starts to bead on my forehead, back and chest. No way am I letting another man touch me. Besides, I only threw a fuss because I really wanted to know who she is. Not because I wanted her to stop. OH NO! Anything but that.

"Fine... do what you want bitch. I... I... surrender."

She stays still for a moment and I feel her lips smiling onto my back. They open again and start to suck violently, intent on leaving a love mark. Several love marks.

I cringe as teeth joined in the assault. She was definitely ravenous. Not that he wasn't. This mystery woman knew her stuff as her fingers started to choke his member almost painfully and yet moved in time to his usual pace of lovemaking.

"You've done this before woman..."

"Only with... one man. Now shut up or I'll scratch your dick off your balls."

All I can do is groan as her pumping starts to go faster and harder. Her embrace was now very tight considering she chose to remain behind me. And yet she was giving me the most incredible hand job I've ever had with anyone. Even with those facing me.

"Ahhhh... haaaahhhh... I'm coming... I'm COMING... GAAhhhhhhh... OH FUUUUCK!"

I feel my body jerk upward, fighting my bonds while I feel my some of my cum hit my chest... ooze down my dick... wet my shaft and her hands...

"Good boy!" Now stay still..."

She grips my still hardened organ tighter and with one swift action slides both her hands up and out, cleaning the remainder of my cum from base to tip. I yell at the painful but pleasurable shot of sensation that movement did and tried to catch my breath.

"You... fucking... BITCH!"

I hear her licking her fingers behind me. "You can thank me later. I'm not done with you yet."