Ghosts Always Come Back

Chapter 2: Damaged Goods

It gave Kaname comfort to see Tessa’s face, even if only for a brief moment. But that comfort soon passed once the computer monitor was returned back to the usual desktop. There was a pleased grin on Gauron’s face as he took a pause to bask in this moment of glory. Soon the Toy Box would be on its way delivering plenty of goodies for him to play with. What better way to end things with a bang yet again? This time, however, he was cooking up something extra special that wasn’t in his usual arsenal of dirty tricks.

The portable USB driver that contained all of the recent data he collected from the Whispered girl was yanked out of the port. He shut down the program utilized to tap into the ship’s communications system and pocketed it inside a special compartment of his shirt. Another soft chuckle came from depths of his throat as he finally turned around to the tethered girl. A smirk plastered on his mouth and the malicious look in his eyes told Kaname that this was far from over. She tried her best to shut out the buzzing sensation in her head while her muscles continued twitching from the previous torture session.

“Good girl,” the tenor voice mocked her, “There’s just one more thing you have left to do before you can go home.”

“What is he planning,” her mind raced as the numbness was replaced by adrenaline. The two exchanged stares before he approached her and released the gag from her mouth. His hands were crude, rough, much like Sousuke’s. Battle-worn is what she preferred to call it. But the difference between this man and the Mithril soldier was the fact that this man before her was a relentless murderer. Everything he did was for his own gain and pleasure.

Again the uncomfortable silence filled the room for a brief period of time when Gauron quirked an eyebrow in surprise, “Oh? Not going to talk to me?”

Kaname couldn’t help but glare at him in contempt. This seemed to only bring the man further pleasure, so she quickly morphed it into a look of apathy to the best of her ability. “Now, now. You can’t play a poker face with me.”

“What more do you want from me,” she spoke with a dull tone in her voice. There was no way Kaname would allow herself to be afraid of this man. She had to be strong for her own sake otherwise Gauron would enjoy her capture way too much.

The grin that remained on his face was hardly comforting. But Gauron was always grinning, smiling like the devil who was cashing in on his trade. “It’s hot in here, wouldn’t you agree?” He walked away from her into the shadows of the tiny lab on the base. Kaname remembered this place well from the last time that female researcher injected her with something. Needless to say, he was mocking her again. Her body was shivering from the cold of being exposed for so long. The room was air conditioned down to about eighteen degrees Celsius (65 Fahrenheit) during this entire time, and her body was laden with goose bumps now that electricity had dispelled.

“Don’t play games with me,” she replied with a bit of hatred in her tone, “You’ve never kept anyone alive for very long before.”

“Would you like me to kill you?”

Silence.

“I thought so,” the sound of clothes ruffling could be heard before Gauron stepped back into the light again. The man had taken his jacket off, the data tucked away safely out of her sight from when she saw him place it temporarily in his shirt. “This activity requires you alive.”

“What a change of pace.”

“More like a change of plans. I have a different card up my sleeve this time,” eventually he advanced closely to her, as he pulled a lock of her long dark hair between his fingertips, “I think Kashim will enjoy this very much. The idea came to me a few days ago.”

She jerked her head away to try and reclaim the small amount of her hair he was carefully rubbing. The girl was always defiant for a civilian. If it weren’t for the fact that Kashim was more of a prize in battle, he could almost have been enticed to be content with her under his thumb. He wondered if having her in this state would be enough.

“You look cold,” he muttered with a grin, “Do you need some heat?”

There was no way Kaname would believe this act of kindness. It was bad enough that he was a creepy psychopathic terrorist. Now he was asking her if she was cold. While she was pondering this through her head, the tape that was forcing a grip on the electrical bar was removed. It fell out with a clanking noise on the ground, and Gauron made a fake ‘whoops!’ as he went behind her to retrieve it. This had to be some sadistic way of wasting time with his captive. This was the longest that she had ever been held imprisoned by this man before. If he wasn’t going to kill her, what left was there to do?

The answer was made very clear not a second later. He came back up and went around to where her legs were tethered on each side of the chair. He pretended to look at the bar with a fake curiosity before reaching down with it and hitting the button. Her entire lower body felt like pins were going through her as he held the bar against her underwear between her legs. The shock was equally going through his system as well, but the pain was only bringing excitement to him.

“AHHHH!!” her screams bounced around the lab like a cat having its tail stepped on, “STOP IT! STOP IT!”

He eventually pulled away and her body slumped back against the chair. Meanwhile, he found this new level of play particularly erotic to him. Pressing the bar against her crotch again, Kaname contorted her pelvis into the air as she cried out to him to stop once more. Again he pulled away after a few seconds. Oh, this was fun!

It occurred to her that Gauron could add rapist to his repertoire of torture. By now her heart was banging against her chest while the brute rubbed the bar up and down her underwear, threatening pain every several moments while getting a jolt of his own medicine through his hand. The muscles in her body contracted and twitched during every reprieve, and soon she managed to catch a glimpse of the horror that was building up in the man’s pants. “No! You wouldn’t!”

“Killing a captive is usually the easier solution. But I noticed that Kashim has his own toy that he likes to play with, much like the captain has hers. Instead of making the toys vanish, why don’t I break them instead?”

It was obvious that Kaname was somewhat understanding the statement, but perhaps not the motive. “You see, Kashim will fight me with more vigor if he finds out that you’re damaged goods to him.”

By now she felt her mind sink into nothingness as those words left his mouth. It took the jolt of the electricity to force her to pay attention. “I grow tired of this,” he tossed the rod to the side and reached down to unbuckle his belt. This would only be her second time and she feared what she saw. Kaname was never intimidated by Sousuke’s advances. But the other thing that embarrassed her was the fact that Gauron’s size was scaring her more. Sousuke wasn’t small, but he was still only eighteen, while the man before her was much older, and had a matured body structure in comparison.

“No,” her voice was shaky and now seriously scared. Physical torture was painful and demeaning, but for some reason it didn’t bother her as much as this. If Gauron raped her, that would take away any of her dignity as a woman, not to mention, “What would Sousuke think of me? Would I really be damaged goods to him? Is that the only reason he was with me before?” The harsh tug of her underwear ripping off brought her back to reality as the cloth burned her skin before tearing away. The man followed up by grabbing her bra and yanking it apart, causing her to scream out against the act in vain. Her natural reaction was to try and shut the gap between her legs that gave an invitation to enter, but he had tied her legs well apart. By now he was already unzipped, but the rest of his clothes were still on him. This was intended to be a very short, quick and painful scenario for her.

This was a pseudo pleasure cruise for Gauron, but having sexual intercourse with a girl half of his age was still a boring chore. The only thing that held his erection was the fact that he was in complete control. If he wanted to, he could beat her senseless just to bring more excitement to his hard-on. His brute strength forced them apart wider with little problem from her resistance. “Please…” she cried as tears were slowly welling up in her eyes, “…don’t do this to me. You’re getting what you want from Tessa already. Why do this?”

“Because,” he smirked, “In order to break Kashim, I need to break the toys that bring him pleasure.” Gauron reached into his pants and pulled out his cock before crawling onto the chair with Kaname. The pupils in her eyes dilated as this massive shadow advanced on her, and before she knew it she felt her vagina being torn apart by Gauron’s dick. There was no foreplay, no romance, no gentleness in any of this. Just a powerful ram inward, eliciting an ear-deafening scream from the captive. Even when he pushed himself all the way in on first entry, he immediately went to work thrusting himself in and out of her. It felt like someone was sawing her from the inside with a blunt butter knife, and eventually a burning sensation was building up with the pain. If there was anything left of her hymen from her first time with Sousuke, it was well pulled apart by now.

This was the end. All she could do was sob and scream while this insane man raped her without remorse. He didn’t even consider it a joy to fuck her. It was only a plot to get to Sousuke in the end. Somehow, in the twisted depths of her mind, she wished that Gauron actually wanted her. That way she wouldn’t feel like an inanimate object to him. But this was a tactical move against his enemy which was his true pleasure. Gauron didn’t ever touch her any place else in this process unless her screams were quieting down, then he would grab one of her nipples between his fingers and pinch-twist it in order to incite pain onto Kaname’s body again.

Eventually he moved himself so that he was standing on the chair with his knees, leaning back a bit as he continued fucking her. It felt better along his shaft in this position so that he could reach his climax faster by thrusting more with his hips than his back. Each of his hands were grappling her knees and keeping her legs well away from each other. By now she was grunting, trying the possibility of clamping down and forcing him out of her. But that only made the walls of her body tighter on his dick, placing more friction against it. “Oh?” he mused with a happy ring in his voice, “Are you trying to get me off faster so that I stop?”

No. She wanted him out, not get off faster. Her mind cursed as she loosened her muscles around him in defeat of that idea. Seeing her be manipulated by words so easily now was becoming a fast turn on for him, and his thrusts became faster and harder in each passing moment. All Kaname could think of was how nauseous she was feeling by all of this. Not to mention that she had now become the victim of someone else’s desires. What would Sousuke ever think of her now? Especially since she had easily fallen into the hands of this maniac!

It had only been the next day when she departed ways with Kyouko and came home to a lonely apartment as usual. But waiting just behind the door was Gauron with a knife held to her throat and pretty soon she found herself chloroformed and on the floor within the brief seconds following his threatening words. “Hello little angel,” she could never forget the low, guttural tone he had with her. It was so husky and devious that it could have been construed as sexy if it weren’t for the fact that it belong to a psychopathic terrorist, “I’ve come to play a little game with you and Kashim. It’s a game of capture the flag, and you’re going to be the flag. Now be a good little girl and don’t move.”

Those were the last moments of freedom before her brain recomposed itself to see that he had now leaned completely on top of her again to thrust her from a different angle. His rough beard scratched against her face as his grunts were heard by her right ear. He didn’t even sound winded despite the fact that he had been doing all of the work. The tears continued to stream down her eyes as she tried to look away while his penis was still pumping inside of her. The bleeding and burning had long since stopped and now she was just physically numb. Not able to feel pleasure or pain from this experience down below. “You’re beginning to lose my interest little angel,” words suddenly poured into her ear, and his breath tickled her sending goose bumps along her arms and legs, “If you can’t get me off I’ll just have to keep fucking you until you don’t bore me anymore. So do yourself a favor and make it worth my while, will you?” One of his hands crawled up her left side toward her breast and his fingers clamped down on her nipple again. A whimper escaped her lips and the expression on Gauron’s face changed to that of satisfaction by it. But what he was more interested in was having her give him a run for his money. Hand traveling up again, Kaname soon found that the tether keeping her hands tied up at the top was suddenly loosening on her.

With her wrists freed, Gauron then reached down and snatched a huge chunk of her silky long hair and yanked down hard on it. The pain reeled, giving Kaname a headache as she found herself being tugged viciously against the chair that was still constraining her by the ankles. Gauron chuckled softly, “Now, let’s see how good of a fight you can put up.” Backing away from her ear, he leaned in and claimed her mouth for himself. Her automatic reaction was to squirm, and she wanted to muster the need to wretch but was finding her stomach unwilling to comply. As he feasted upon her in a most ungentlemanly manner, her squirms had suddenly turned into all out slapping or punching him on the side where she could. This caused him to yank her down onto the chair even more while he violated her pussy as hard as he could muster. He could feel his dick twitching with the upcoming urge, and he just needed a little more to push him over the edge. His other hand moved around Kaname’s throat and began clamping down on her windpipe just enough to make breathing a near-impossible task. In the back of his mind he now had to control himself from wanting to strangle her completely to death. Just the feeling of her life being slowly snuffed out while he rammed his cock into her was giving him a sort of sadistic pleasure similar to his multiple battles with Sousuke.

Eventually Kaname dug her nails into his back and scraped as hard as she could muster. The sting of flesh being ripped away from his body by her claws finally hit the trigger he was looking for. With one last push, he buried himself all the way into her snatch and ejaculated. All she could feel was the warming sensation of him releasing inside of her and now there was yet another layer of fear etched deep into her psyche. Gauron didn’t wait long before he backed up and pulled his cock out of her. The vice grip on her throat had released, and while she was gasping for air he went down to jerk the rest of his semen out on her stomach. “I guess Kashim’s taste is all right.” Hoisting himself off of the chair, Gauron vanished into the pitch black darkness again, leaving Kaname alone and still attempting to process what had happened. Her fingertips slicked themselves across her belly and she felt the slippery secretion he had left on her. By now it was slowly setting in her mind that she had been raped, and even then she still couldn’t fathom the horror. Her ears didn’t register the zipping and changing, but her eyes saw as he came back into the light and threw her school uniform at her, “Feel free to ask the captain what she plans to do now that one of her toy soldiers might become damaged goods to her.”

At this point Kaname didn’t care what he assigned her to do. She wasn’t going to help him any longer. When he sunk back into the shadows, she heard a door shut and a lock clicking in place. Had he now abandoned her? What was to become of her at this point? What was she to do next? Her prime objective was to at least get dressed. As her fingers frantically tried to loosen the restraints, her mind suddenly blanked at everything around her. “I need to loosen the straps…” she mumbled, “Need to loosen the straps..loosen the straps, loosen the straps…” Like a broken record, her lips kept repeated the same words as her fingers fumbled about and untied herself from the chair. But even though she was now free, her mind could no longer comprehend it and her fingers continued to toil endlessly at the skin along her ankles while she muttered the same words over and over again.

“Loosen the straps, Kaname. Loosen the straps. You need to loosen the straps…”

The hours passed on, and her mind lumbered as though it were high on drugs. Flashes of the past memories of her with everyone she knew would photograph themselves in her mind. Sousuke was the last person she remembered seeing before she eventually blacked out on the chair.

“Loosen the straps, Kaname…………loosen the straps………”