Savages Recruit

by Loki Renard

  “I am plenty ready for this,” Zora snapped, suddenly tired of being told she wasn’t good enough. “What I’m not ready for is you treating me like a child one moment and snapping at me for not being more grown up the next. You need to stop messing with my head. I can do what you need me to do blindfolded if you just let me get on with it.”

  A small chuckle escaped him. “Is that so?”

  She glared at him stubbornly. “Yes, it is so.”

  He stood up and moved towards her. “So you’re saying that I’m too overbearing?”

  She took a cautious step back, keeping her head held high. “I’m saying you can’t make up your mind what to do with me and you get frustrated with me for not being any of the things you want. You screamed at me like I was some kind of insolent recruit and expected me to take it well. I’m not some teenage kid you can howl and smack into submission. It’s not going to work, Brett.” His first name felt slightly strange on her tongue, but at the same time she knew it was right to say it.

  “Brett, huh?” He smirked. “You’re very presumptuous, but you’re right that this isn’t working.” His eyes darkened as he looked at her with a purposeful expression. I’ve made a decision about you Zora.”

  Zora felt her innards twist. He was going to send her away. She should have been glad of that, it meant that she would be spared a dangerous mission, but instead she felt a sense of loss. What would life be without him? What would it be like to pass day after day knowing that she was not going to see him?

  “Don’t look so terrified,” he smiled. “It’s best for us both. We can’t continue on the way we’ve been going.”

  Her throat was suddenly tight. She nodded, not trusting her voice. He was right. This conclusion had been inevitable. He’d been trying to train her for ages, but it hadn’t taken. If anything she was actually more outrageously behaved than she had been when he met her. Sure she didn’t drink anymore, but who cared about a drink or two when you were punching people in the face? She lowered her head as he closed the distance between them, not wanting to look at him when he rejected her.

  A strong hand took hold of her chin as he gently tipped her head up towards him. “I cannot treat you as a solider, because you are not one,” he said softly. “You’re stuck between two worlds. You have civilian instincts and when you’re pushed, you lash out. You haven’t learned to control your aggression and fear. Maybe you could learn that control in time, but we do not have time.”

  A small sob escaped Zora’s lips. This was it. He was throwing her off the team. “I understand,” she said softly, her voice cracking.

  He searched her eyes, shaking his head at her. “You don’t,” he said heavily. “You are mine. In every sense of the word. I recruited you.”

  Zora wondered what happened to recruits that didn’t work out. She doubted it was early retirement with full benefits. She began to tremble as she contemplated the possibility that she might very well have signed her own death warrant when she’d hit Savage.

  “This is about more than you misbehaving at every turn. This is about more than missions. This is about you,” he reached out and gently tapped her nose. “And me.”

  “You and me?” Zora’s lower lip quivered.

  He quirked a dark brow at her, holding her gaze with an intense look. “You’re going to tell me you haven’t felt what is between us?”

  “No! I mean, yes,” she shook her head, trying to change gears with the conversation. “I mean I knew how I felt but you… I didn’t know you wanted… that.”

  “Oh I want that,” Savage said. “I want that very badly indeed.” He leaned in, purring against her ear. “The other night when you pretended to offer yourself to me, I almost took you.”

  “But Anja?”

  “Anja?” Savage chuckled. “You still think I want Anja? No. She does her job well but she is too serious for my tastes. You on the other hand, you’re spirited and free in a way that I can’t even begin to describe. You’re fun, Zora, in so many ways.” He reached for her and slid his hands down the sides of her body, resting them on her hips.

  “I’m so confused,” Zora admitted, leaning forward so that her body was pressed against his. She loved the feeling of the hard lines of his body against her own. He was pure hard muscle, immovable, immutable.

  “You hit me when I came for you. That’s the thing about you Zora, you never back down. Even when you’re scared, even when you’re being dominated, you keep an awareness of yourself. I own your body, but I’ll never own your mind or your soul no matter what I do, and that,” he lowered his head and dropped a line of kisses along her neck. “Is intoxicating.”

  Zora’s voice was soaked with incredulity. “I punched you into wanting me?”

  He chuckled darkly against her skin. “You forced my hand by acting out. That’s all. I’d advise you not to do it again. I’ll be ready for it next time and you won’t like what happens.”

  “Well don’t come at me like a raving lunatic and I won’t hit you,” Zora spoke with just a hint of petulant attitude.

  Savage ran his hands around her back and settled them on the swell of her bottom, pulling her closer to his body. She’d dreamed of what it would be like to held close to him like this, but none of the dreams matched the incredible erotic charge of the reality as his head descended towards her and their lips met in an electric kiss. “How about this,” he said in a low purr. “How about I treat you like my lover, and you do as you’re told.”

  Her heart in her throat, Zora barely trusted herself to speak. She was getting everything she’d wanted, and she was getting it on the back of the worst behavior she’d ever displayed. Sometimes life didn’t make any sense.

  “I’m sorry I scared you,” he said softly. “That was wrong. I will not lose my temper with you like that again. I was frustrated,” he said, squeezing her bottom meaningfully. “But I don’t intend to be frustrated again.” His meaning was clear. As he squeezed her bottom he pulled her against his crotch and she felt his hardness throbbing for her. He hadn’t spanked her for hitting him, but she got the impression he planned to take it out on her in another way. She certainly hoped he did. Her body responded to him like no other. She could already feel a seeping moistness between her legs as her flesh prepared itself for him.

  “I’m sorry I broke your nose,” she apologized in turn. “Do you really mean that?”

  “That I am I sorry I scared you? Certainly.”

  “No,” Zora blushed. “The other thing.”

  He flashed a brilliant sexy smile.“You mean my taking you as my lover? My dear, I see no other way forward. I cannot resist you and you desperately need a firm hand.”

  “I think my hand is firm enough,” Zora joked, pointing at his nose.

  He growled, then shook his head. “Such a little smart ass.” Zora should have known not to mouth off whilst in his grasp, but it was too late. He had a firm grip on her and he pressed her over the waist high bed without any trouble at all. She might have given his nose a good seeing to, but everything else was in fine working order.

  He slapped her bottom hard, really hard. Ordinarily she would have shouted the place down, but she had the feeling that she really actually deserved this spanking. It hurt of course, but she was slowly getting used to her backside hurting. You could only be outraged so many times before a spanking seemed almost run of the mill – especially when you’d just crushed the spanker’s nose, and even more especially when you were too busy arching your hips up to the spanker, silently begging them to take you.

  “How is that smart ass of yours feeling now?” Savage asked, giving her the full benefit of his open palm.

  She squeaked in spite of her resolve to take her spanking well, and began wriggling her bottom with a fast, fierce rhythm to try to relieve the sting. “It’s hot,” she complained.

  “Yes it is,” he agreed throatily, applying his palm with gusto.

  Zora had been prepared to take pain, but it didn’t hurt as much when she wa
sn’t fighting it. When she relaxed and sank into the sensations caused by his hand blazing across her cheeks, it felt intense but not screaming sore. The ripples of feeling slid through her body, taking her to another place, a place in which only she and Savage existed, in which his hand on her ass was the most natural thing in the world. A warm, tingly feeling zipped along her spine. She felt light, free.

  She did not complain when he pulled her pants down, nor when he hooked his thumb into her underwear and took her panties down with her pants, leaving her bare bottomed and vulnerable in front of him. She had been in such a position before, but it was different this time. In the past he had assumed the role of the strict disciplinarian. Now he was more than that. His fingers brushed lightly along the length of her pussy, testing her wetness.

  “You’re ready for this, aren’t you Zora?”

  She heard a zipper behind her and knew that it didn’t matter if she was ready or not. He was going to fuck her – no, not just fuck her. He was going to claim her. She felt him slide his palm over her warm bottom, then rest it on her lower back. He held her in place as he guided the head of his manhood towards her slit.

  Zora arched like a cat in heat as he pushed inside her, the long pole of his flesh parting her, stretching her body around him. “Oh god,” Savage grunted. “So tight.” He thrust his hips, breaking what little resistance her body had as his cock slid inside her, skin to skin.

  This was the most primal way of establishing dominance. It was impossible for Zora to feel anything other than submissive when bent over with a thick cock invading her body. Savage stroked inside her slowly, groaning his enjoyment of her velvety pussy.

  “You’re so wet, baby,” he said, stroking his hand up her back to grasp her hair. “How long have you wanted this cock?”

  The lewd question made her blush. Her fingers curled on the sheet of the bed as he shoved himself inside her harder, banging her for the answer. “A long time,” she admitted in a wanton whimper.

  “I’ve wanted this a long time too, girl,” Savage said, slapping her bottom. “Right from when you were giving me trouble at the beginning I wanted to fuck you into being good for me.” He drove his cock inside her deeply and held it there, letting her grind on him. “I should have thrown you over that interrogation table and had my way with you. It would have saved us both a lot of time.”

  She remembered the interrogation room. The image of being fucked in that darkened room, every thrust and moan caught on camera made Zora’s pussy clench with excitement. Savage chuckled. “You like that don’t you? You love the idea of being fucked when you’re naughty.”

  He began fucking her harder, slamming his cock in and out of her with harsh strokes that made her squeal with pleasure. He leaned down over her back as he took her and pulling her hair to the side, fastened his teeth on the back of her neck, holding her and marking her as his own.

  “I’m going to cum inside you,” he grunted behind her ear. “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

  “Please,” Zora whimpered, arching her bottom up to him. Her pleasure was quickly coming to a crescendo, her pussy and clit tingling and pulsing with every thrust. “I want to come with you.”

  “Who says you get to cum?” Savage stopped moving, stood up straight and slapped her bottom hard enough to make her cry out. His cock was pulled out of her to the very tip, just seated inside her pussy lips, keeping her open for him. “You haven’t been good enough to cum.”

  Zora whimpered with need. “But I can’t help it.”

  “You will help it,” Savage said, a low note of authority in his voice. “You will help it or I’ll spank your pussy until you forget what an orgasm feels like.” He thrust his cock slowly inside her, sheathing himself in her body once more. “Do you understand me?”

  “Yessir,” Zora whimpered, biting her lower lip as he started fucking her hard and fast once more. It took all her willpower not to cum. Every thrust urged her to explode in orgasm, but she held off, even as Savage’s breath became ragged and short above her. He was about to cum inside her. He was about to fill her with his seed and she was simply to take it.

  The thought of being fucked and not allowed to cum filled her with another burst of arousal that almost pushed her over the edge, but he felt her pussy spasm and slapped her bottom hard. “No cumming,” he growled, thrusting aggressively inside her body. There was no mistaking what this was, this wasn’t a tender love making session, this was a quick punishment fuck designed for one thing only – teaching Zora her place.

  He pounded her so hard it was all she could do to hold on, her bottom jiggling with every thrust until he threw his head back and cried out in pleasure as his seed burst forth, coating her pussy. He came inside her with no regard for her pleasure, staking his claim to the most tender parts of her body.

  Zora’s pussy clenched and throbbed, but she did not come. She stayed right on the edge as Savage slowly became softer inside her then slipped out, letting a dribble of his cum follow his cock. Standing there, bent over the table with a very well fucked pussy, Zora was dazed. Dazed and very aroused. She would have rubbed herself up against his leg to get off like a dog if he would have let her, but it was not to be.

  When Savage had recovered from his orgasm he lifted her up and turned her to face him, holding her against his body. She was half naked but he’d kept his clothes on through the entire proceedings. Only his cock had been freed to fuck her and now even that had been safely zipped away. He was the picture of control, whilst she was a wanton little slut, half naked with a well fucked pussy very much on display. She rested her head against his chest and sighed with contentment, feeling his seed trickling warmly out of her body. Her own desire to orgasm was still there, a dull ache between her legs.

  “You are becoming very important to me, Zora,” Savage murmured against her hair. “But you cannot, under any circumstances, speak to me the way you did in front of the Captain or hit me again, understand?”

  “I understand,” Zora felt ashamed. In her newly submissive state she could hardly believe that she’d told him to go fuck himself in front of someone important.

  Savage’s eyes darkened with dire promise as he looked down at her. “If you speak to me like that again, I’ll whip you within an inch of your life.”

  Zora’s eyes widened. “Within an inch of my life?”

  “Well,” Savage’s fingers briefly brushed over her cheek, his voice whisper cold. “I can promise it will feel that way.”

  She trembled against him, knowing that he meant what he had said. He was not going to get rid of her, but he had claimed her now and her body was his domain. If he wanted to fuck her, he could fuck her. If he wanted her to cum, she would cum for him. And if he wanted to whip her for her misbehavior, well, she doubted she would ever catch him off guard and be able to stop him again. Her cute red ass was going to be grass if she crossed him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Night had fallen and in the barracks everybody waited silently for Savage to make an appearance. Zora sensed that she was still very much not forgiven for breaking the Captain’s nose and she sat alone, curled up on the top of a bunk. The rest of the team were scattered about the room, some taking the opportunity to have a last minute nap, others going through their equipment one last time. A row of packs sat along the end of the beds, waiting to be carried all the way to Bulgaria.

  The packs were the only sign that something very serious indeed was taking place. The team were all wearing plain civilian clothes, a mixture of jeans and slacks and tshirts and hooded tops. They looked nothing like a military unit, instead they looked like a bunch of scruffy tourists. Zora peeked over the end of the bed and watched as Steve and Tank fiddled with a radio. Steve’s beard had been separated into two distinct plaits tied with beads and he wore a rainbow tie-dyed oversized t-shirt that absolutely stank of weed. Zora was curious as to just how far Steve had taken his orders to look like a complete wastrel, but she didn’t dare ask. He might have been dressed
like a raging hippie, but his eyes were still deadly serious. Tank was wearing knee-length cut off jean shorts and Mickey Mouse flip flops which looked utterly ridiculous clinging to his hairy feet. A beery t-shirt and stained zippered hoody covered his midsection. To look at the pair of them, one would never have suspected that they were part of a crack team about to embark on a dangerous mission that could very well shape the fate of the world.

  Zora was pretty impressed, she wasn’t entirely sure what the plan was, Savage had told her to go along with things and she was happy to do so. It wasn’t as if it made much difference to her either way, she still didn’t understand half the things the team said to one another when they slipped into military jargon.

  “This mission is going to fail,” Anja muttered from the bunk next to Zora’s. The young woman was clothed in a skin tight tank top that made the most of her pert bosom and shapely waist and the jeans she wore were almost tight enough to allow a casual onlooker to perform a cavity search at a glance. She was speaking softly to Archie, but Zora had decent enough hearing and she was particularly tuned into Anja. The woman had been scowling and pouting since Savage had been released from the medical ward and Zora was waiting for the outburst she just knew would be coming.

  “Shut up, Anja,” Zora piped up. She’d dressed more conservatively, in a black hooded jumper and equally black jeans which were new, but already scuffed at the bottom because the jeans were longer than her legs were.

  It was the opening Anja had been looking for. “You shut up, you little slut.” She turned towards Zora with aggressive vehemence that made Zora recoil. She remembered all too well what it felt like to be slugged by the tall blonde and she was not keen to repeat the experience. “She’s fucking Savage, you know that?” Anja dropped the bombshell gleefully. “I heard them in the ward.”

  Steve and Tank stopped what they were doing and looked up at Anja, saying nothing. The silent men did not appear surprised, though Zora was sure that the atmosphere had just gotten a lot more chilly. “That’s right. He’s going to take us into enemy territory and risk our lives on the slapper he’s sleeping with,” Anja crowed.