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CHAPTER 7
Break Out
Suzzanne jerked awake, the key was being turned slowly in the lock, she did not know how long she had been asleep but twisting to look back at the high window it was now dark outside. The sound of the key stopped with a final click and the door began swing open, she tensed but before she knew what was happening two guards were on her. She tried to twist away but they forced her down with their knees pinning her to the cold floor. One grabbed her hair and pulled forcing her head backward; his other hand gripped her chin forcing her mouth open. The second guard then forced a ball of material into her mouth securing it with a length of duct tape stifling her cries. Releasing her head the guard placed his hands behind her neck and her knees and began to push until he had pushed her knees up to her chest. A broad canvas strap was then passed behind her knees and across her back and buckled tight, one guard forcing her chest and knees together the other pulling on the strap. Satisfied it was secure a second strap was passed around her this time across her shins and was fastened in the same way. The guards stood back, the straps had forced her into a ball tie and no matter how hard she struggled she could not move. Lifting her onto her folded legs and knees they proceeded to bind her hands and fingers with the tape so that she could not get a hold of anything. She humphed and puffed behind the gag but she knew she was powerless to prevent whatever they had in mind. The first guard crouched down behind her and she felt his rough hands on her, she winced his touch like sandpaper on her abraded skin. His hands roamed over her tautly curved buttocks before coming together and gently separating her cheeks. She tried to protest but the gag reduced it to a series of muffled moans. They chuckled as she clenched, puckering her ring and she felt a fat finger explore round the closed orifice, they spoke but she did not recognise their language at all. She heard shuffling behind her and then fingers were smearing something slippery up and down between her buttocks before a slick finger probed and penetrated her spreading the lubricant inside her. She struggled but the finger stayed in place and she could feel it moving, searching inside her causing her to clench again, she didn’t know what they were saying but her responses clearly amused them. Without warning the finger was removed, then one of the guards moved around ahead of her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She was aware of the other guard moving behind her and the sound of a zip! She tried to struggle again, roll away, but the first guard pushed down on her shoulders holding her firm. She felt two huge hands on her hips and two thumbs slid between into her slippery cleft before the gripping hands parted them. She felt something hot stroke against her before it centred on her anus and began to apply pressure. A first she tried to resist the probing intruder and she heard the guard mumble before he dug his nails into her still burning skin the sudden pain breaking her concentration causing her to relax and she felt him slip past her defences. She mewled into the gag as she was stretched open and filled, she felt him continue to slide into her until his belly bumped her upturned buttocks. Anticipating he would vent his enthusiasm she steeled herself for the expected pumping assault, he felt big and the lubricant would only be so much help! She felt him begin to withdraw but instead of thrusting back as hard as he could the guard began a slow gentle rhythm sliding smoothly in and out of her slippery ring. He moaned softly as he did so his hands gently caressing her bottom until after a few deep strokes she felt his body stiffen and his cock jerked inside her as he let out a long exhalation of breath. Neither of them moved for a moment then the guard slipped out of her and as he stood she heard the zip of his trousers close. The remaining guard removed his hands from her shoulders and also stood. Suzzanne now expected he would take the other guards place and abuse her further but instead they began to pull the tape from her hands before unbuckling the canvas straps and pulling them free. Suzzanne uncoiled like a spring and rolled quickly onto her back preparing to use her legs to deflect any further interference. Surprising her again the guards ignored her and turned and left the cell locking the door behind them. She lay there mystified then realised she was still gagged with the cloth and tape, she tried to yell but the gag was doing its job as she heard their footsteps recede down the corridor. She struggled into a sitting position trying to dislodge the cloth with her tongue but it was no use and now she realised that the lube smeared across her bottom was now making sitting upright cold and uncomfortable. Was this some kind of psychological torture was Goldhill using pain and humiliation to try and wear her down? The guard had not really hurt her although it was uncomfortable and he had seemed to take pleasure in the sensation rather than the act. Whatever she was adamant she would not break, she would resist as much a possible, it was her duty. Escape must remain her top priority and she set he mind to that aim.
Several hours later the key began to rattle in the lock, light had begun to filter through the high window some time before and she knew day would bring another visit and more torture. The door swung outwards and there stood Goldhill smiling in at her. “Have you reconsidered your predicament after yesterday or do we need to try something new to persuade you?” She glared back at him silently and seeing the band of tape covering her lips his smile broadened “Oh I see Vladimir and Pieter visited you last night” he laughed “strange couple aren’t they, gay you know but clearly your tight behind was too much of a attraction to miss” and he laughed again. He moved across the cell and knelt before her reaching out “Let get that off to hear what you have to say, I must say I’m hoping you’ll still refuse to comply as I’ve got a new piece of kit I would like to try out on you”. She could not believe her luck, as he squatted down and leaned in towards her she lashed out with her legs making full contact with the soft contents of his chinos. “OOOOOOPH”, the air rushed from his lungs as he toppled backwards assisted by her other foot as it connected with his chest. As he sprawled across the cell floor she was up on her feet and another kick connected with his balls. As he reeled and tried to curl she darted up to his head and rolled him back with her foot before stamping several times on his throat. He gurgled and croaked as she knelt down beside him and reached for the key she hoped was in his pocket, Bingo! She found it first time and springing up she stepped on his neck applying her full weight whilst she deftly inserted the key and with one twist was free of the cuffs. Pulling the tape from her face, she looked down at him, his face was puce and a thin line of blood and saliva crept from the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t dead but the pressure from her foot had choked of blood and oxygen to his brain and he was out cold. She stripped off his polo shirt and chinos and put them on rolling up the hems as she went. then she rolled him over and fastened his hands behind him with the cuffs. She thought about killing him, just a quick hard twist of his neck but noises outside distracted her; she didn’t have time to waste. Locking the cell door behind her she ran down the corridor stopping at a closed metal door. Carefully, quietly she slipped the catch and pulled the door open a few centimetres. On the other side was a loading bay empty of vehicles and beyond that she could see a wall with two big wooden gates onto a street. If she could get out of the gates onto the street she would stand a chance but he mind raced, she had no idea where she was in the world, city, country anywhere. Still she thought she had to escape and she gathered herself together. Suddenly movement caught her eye. In the darkness of the corner a guard had appeared, big man in a heavy quilted coat. He moved across the bay until he was directly between Suzzanne and the gates when he stopped and began to light a cigarette. He took a long drag before exhaling in a cloud of blue, she couldn’t wait for him to move, her escape could be discovered at any time! Déjà Vous! she had been in this situation before, she had to act. Breaking into a swift run she ran straight at the man hitting him with her full weight in the back. His cigarette went flying as he cannoned off the raised dais onto the concrete below knocking the breath from his lungs. Suzzanne continued over the edge of the bay and landed with both feet on his back winding him further. Looking around she saw a length of plastic baling tape and grabbing it she wound it round his neck and locking her hands into both ends pulled. Winded and caught unawares the man struggled for breath his big hands clutching at his throat. She sat astride him forcing him down while she pulled, tightening the tape until his fighting diminished and he slumped forward. She waited before releasing her grip and dismounting, he was dead alright. Looking back no one was behind her and she ran to the gates and in a moment she was on the street. She looked around not knowing what she would find, a hostile foreign city in an enemy country. A noise to her right made her turn and a black cab appeared, she had a double take, a black cab … for hire! Quickly she raised her hand and the cab pulled to the kerb. She ran to the door and looked in the window. A fat man in a Chelsea football shirt smiled back “Where to Darlin’? Good party was it? She waited a moment letting it all sink in, “You Ok Miss? He enquired.
“Yes, yes” she replied, “is this London? Can you take me to Thames House?”
“Blimey, must have been a good party” he replied “Hop in then”.
Settling into the back seat she turned to look back, no sign of anybody, she was free and her mind quickly returned to the job in hand, to report back and debrief, she now knew of Goldhill’s duplicity and she had to pass on that information before he could leave the country. “Quick as you can please driver“.
SUZZANNE WILL RETURN SHORTLY FOR MORE MISADVENTURES AND PERILS!!!!!
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