You had, yet again, gotten yourself captured by the enemy. Your second week as a Spy and this was the forth time your ass was chained to a wall.
You looked around for a way to escape, but there were no windows for you to jump out of, nor any loose rocks to cut you through the rusted chains around your wrists. You struggled around, but you just couldn't break free. You heard the large metal door open up slowly, but you didn't look up from what you were trying to do.
When you did finally look up to see who it was, you noticed a slender man in a brown army suit. He looked tall, but then again, you were sitting down with your hands above your head, chained to a fucking wall for the 4th time! His eyes were a mesmerizing, deep purple and his brown hair slightly covered over them, only a few strands. He also wore a brown hat that matched his wardrobe, having a purple fez-looking thing that hung on the side. You actually found him...attractive.
"Well, well, well", the man said in a thick Italian accent, "What do we have here?"
You blinked a few times, wondering who this guy was. He wasn't your usual enemy. In fact, you'd never even seen him around before.
"Who the fuck are you!?" you yelled at the man.
"Ah, relax, bella", the man said sweetly as he walked over to you. The clicking of his boots could be heard in echos through the small room. He made it to you, kneeling down and snickering as he cupped your face forcefully to look at him. "Mmmn~ I will deal with you in a much better and satisfying way than those cazzo idiotas who captured you last time."
The man smirked as he lightly licked your lips, feeling his warm breath on your mouth. For some reason, your body leaned forward as he pulled away, wanting more. 'No! You can't fall for the enemy! That would be a danger for you and your reputation', you thought to yourself.
"The name's Luciano Vargas. You must be _______________, si? I have heard", he started before pulling out a few pictures of you. The pictures were taken when you were drugged last week and weren't told what happened. Apparently, they were nudes! 'What the legit fuck!?' is what you were thinking. Your face went red, "and seen, you, many times."
He snickered again as you struggled in the chains. He rolled his eyes as he watched you squirm, bringing up a foot and stomping on your arm.
"Stop moving around, damn it. The rattling of those fucking chains is annoying...", he said, gritting his teeth.
You grit your teeth as well from the pain of your hand being crushed beneath his boot. You tried to contain your tears, but you were a bit of a wimp when it came to pain. A few tears slipped from your eyes as you looked up at him, pleading with your look to stop. All he did was smirk as he pushed down harder.
"Oh, bella~. You should never let the enemy see you cry~", he teased. "I think I might have something better in store for you, though", he said as he reached behind him and pulled out what look to be a whip.
You could feel your breath hitch in your throat, not knowing what exactly he wanted. But, one thing was certain; he wasn't going to let you off easy.
He walked to the opposite side of the small area, pulling up a lever that connected the chains to pull you up. Once your arms were above your head and your feet only touched the floor, he walked back over to you. Your body was skinny enough that anyone could wrap their arms around your waist. You were very fit and athletic, so hardly any fat lingered on your body.
Luciano was now only inches from you, the whip still in hand. He smirked as he leaned over and whispered to you.
"We can do this the easy way, where you cooperate, or we can do this the hard way."
You could feel his warm breath on your neck, his teeth and tongue slightly grazing over it. You tried your best not to submit to him by leaning your head to the side. He forced you to, though, by pulling on your hair in the opposite direction.
"Gah!" you groaned in slight pain.
"Oh~ bella~...", the Italian started, "we are going to have so much fun."
He ran a hand up the back of your shirt, messing with your bra strap. You tried to knee him in the gut, but his body had move right on top of you, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist.
"How's about you moan for me, bella~?" Luciano asked in a seductive tone.
You growled and grit your teeth before answering.
"Never."
Displeased with the answer, Luciano took his whip and gave you a few lashes on the upper thigh. With each hit, your voice gave off a moan-like noise, making him smirk with delight.
"Much better", he continued.
He successfully undid your bra, allowing his hand to come around and cup your breast slightly, rolling it around. Once he tired of them, he went straight down for your shorts. You shook your head, not wanting him to go any further, but he didn't notice your plea.
He unbuttoned your black shorts and slid them half way down along with your panties. He looked at you with those deep, purple orbs before going down. Your face turned hot pink as you watched him go down to his knees. His tongue traced your lower stomach, sucking on it slowly before going further and further south.
"N-No! Stop it!" you demanded as you tried to kick him away.
He avoided your attack casually, once again using his whip to punish you. He came at all angles, leaving your legs and thighs bloodied. The stinging pain was still there, so you were unable to move your lower half.
He pulled your shorts and panties off completely, his tongue flicking and sucking at your bud. Once again, your breath hitched. What were you to do? How would you escape this insanely sexy nightmare?
Luciano spread your legs apart, allowing them to rest on his shoulders as he continued working. You could feel his tongue run deeper and deeper. You didn't want to admit that you were close to your limit, seeing as he was still the enemy. But, it was as if he already knew you were going to burst at any second.. Thus, stopping his action and coming back up to you.
When he stood back up, white liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth. He smirked before leaning in closer to your face again.
"How about a kiss? Right on the lips, si?"
You turned your head in absolute refusal. No way in hell were you ready kiss him. Hell, you didn't even want this to happen. Unsatisfied with your action, he forced your head back to face him.
"I think you misunderstood me, bella. Kiss me, and I won't kill you."
"I would rather die than kiss you!" you spat at him.
He made a sideways face before sighing. "Fine by me", he said casually.
You were confused until he took out a knife and placed it to your throat. You felt your heart skip a beat, almost ready to give out. You were scared. This guy really would kill you! You had no other choice. You didn't want to die and you didn't want to have him defile you. But, you were left with one option that spared your life.
"F-Fine! Fine!I-I'll listen to you", you said with all the breath you could.
Luciano gave a wicked smirk, putting the knife and whip away. He tapped his lips once again and you cringed at the thought. But you obeyed, leaning in slightly to wrap your lips around his cum-covered ones. You almost gagged, now knowing what you taste like.
As you two continued your lip lock, the Italian had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sagging them only half way. Enough for him to slip out his hard member. The kiss was a distraction as he forcefully pushed himself into you, making your virgin-self scream.
He didn't even wait for you to approve on moving, he just...did it. Your toes curled up, trying to release some of the pain that slowly turned into pleasure.
"Moan my name, bella", he said with a slight whisper, to which you obeyed.
"L-...Luci...ano", you managed to squeak out.
He pushed himself hard and deep into you, giving you no time to breath. You occasionally pulled off his lips, only to be forced back in just seconds later.
You were once again reaching your end. You tried your best too say something, but his lips didn't stop surrounding yours. You had no choice but to just let it be, letting out an accidental moan as your warm juices collided with his. He finally pulled off your mouth, finally letting you breath. It was a struggle for you to catch your breath with him still all over you.
You pulled himself out and took a few steps back to admire his work. He, too, was out of breath. The few strands of hair in front of his face were moistened by small beads of sweat on his face. He smirked again, whipping his mouth and fixing himself up once again.
"Well, bella", the evil Italian started, "it was fun".
Your eye twitched in irritation. You wanted to kick his ass so bad. Before he left he tossed you the key to the chains, but only far enough to where your feet just barely reached.
Luciano Vargas would have to be the sickest, yet sexiest man you've encountered.
Too bad he's now on your Kill List.
