Thread: Empire - City of Lost Cause (Black_Out and meomeo)

WATCH OUT! BEHIND YOU! Sandy's panicky voice caused Vallie to spin around. But once she saw the ruggedly handsome face, her concerned expression faded, replaced by a relieved smile. Ever since she set foot in this cesspool of a city, nothing but misfortune had befallen her - she was beaten, had her clothes striped, hospitalized, and almost strong-armed into going on live TV... his familiar face was a sight for sore eyes. And of course, it wasn't just any familiar face. Out of anybody in the world, Crimson Marauder might be the person Vallie needed the most right now. After all her 'mission' was to search for his whereabouts. He could give her answers, and an ally against the many onslaughts this crime-ridden city is determined to throw at her. That... and the small matter of their past fling. Yes, the consensus was no strings attached. But after so many intimate trysts, he was well past just a quick hookup in her heart. Despite the danger she is still in, her heart leapt with excitement. And she was suddenly very self-conscious in her flimsy hospital gown. It's 'kay. I know him. But soon as the word 'him' left her lips, Vallie thought she saw a strange glint flick across his eyes. A look. Which all of a sudden brought Vallie's mind to a particular memory... The men's changing room at Garrison. Dark, silent and deserted. Except for two individuals. And labored grunting. The ceramic tiles were icy against her shoulder blades. His rod was searing hot, like a red chunk of coal between her legs. She wrapped her tired legs around his muscular hips for support as he nailed her, repeatedly and hard, into the wall. Knowing her hammer was close at hand, he ravaged her tender folds, almost pulverizing those narrow hips... They had not done it within Garrison's walls before. But today's training was especially intense. The endorphins had made Vallie euphoric and very horny... and eager. She surprised him, stark naked, at his shower. He obliged her. Vallie usually wasn't the talkative type in the throes of passion. But she must have been exceptionally turned on that evening. And feeling like a very dirty girl. Slutty, indecent words and phrases flowed out of the blonde's mouth, in between his powerful thrusts, and her own ragged breathing. She wasn't even thinking about what she said. Oh fuck me you bad boy... 'magine catching me... 'lil goody-two-shoes hero... fuckin' her raw... corruptin' her... makin' her your own viking whore. Ooooh... you big bad villain... All of a sudden, he paused and pulled out from her sopping wet tunnel. Before continuing, rougher than he had ever been, she glimpsed that glint in his eyes. That look. Vallie got real hollowed out in that changing room. She wasn't able to walk proper for the next two days. That look made his features very scary. Vallie couldn't suppress a growing unease in the bottom of her stomach. He went missing... did not respond to attempts to contact him... while his team was wiped out... Someone doesn't feel right. Her sixth sense told her something horrible is about to happen... And then it all happened within a second. In terms of combat, Andrew was always way too fast for her. Her hammer hit the pavement with a dull thud. The poor news station girl flew through the air like a ragdoll and went limp against the parked vehicle. Her shoulders burnt as he twisted her arms behind her body. He could feel his ripped muscle through her threadbare garment. He easily lifted her off her feet... just like he did so many times before . Shocked realization dawned on Vallie. IT'S YOU! YOU TURNED ON THE AGENCY! the neutered heroine squealed as her captor carried her off, her legs kicking futilely in the cold evening air.