Chapter 350: Hide From the Assassins, Fuck the Doctor (Part - 2)
Rick didn’t have time to enjoy the notification.
Loud, coordinated shouting echoed from the main stairwell. A massive patrol of heavily armed Oversight agents was marching down the hall, heading straight for them. There were too many to fight head-on.
Rick grabbed a set of keys off the dead mercenary’s belt. He scanned the hallway and spotted a heavy, grey metal door marked ’Supply Closet’.
He unlocked it quickly. He grabbed Rachel and Victoria and shoved them roughly inside the cramped space. Rick stepped in after them and pulled the door shut, locking it from the inside just as the patrol marched past.
It was pitch black inside the closet.
The space was tiny. It was filled with plastic mop buckets, heavy brooms, and shelves of industrial bleach. The three of them were pressed tightly together.
Rick stood with his back against the door. Rachel was pressed flush against his front. Her heavy, wet breasts squashed flat against his hard chest. Victoria was squeezed in right beside them.
The smell of strong bleach mixed with the metallic scent of fresh blood and heavy sweat.
Heavy combat boots stomped right past the thin metal door. The mercenaries were shouting orders to each other just inches away.
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut. She was terrified they would be found and killed. Her heart hammered so hard against her ribs that Rick could feel it. The sheer terror, combined with the intense proximity to Rick’s hard body, completely overwhelmed her senses.
[Ding!]
[Target Information: Rachel Williams]
[Carnal Calibrator: 100/100 (Primal Lust/Desperate)]
[Feelings: The adrenaline and fear have pushed her over the edge. She needs to feel you right now to know she is alive.]
Rachel let out a soft, ragged whimper in the dark.
She lost all her professional restraint. She reached down between their pressed bodies. Her shaking hands grabbed the thick, hard bulge straining against Rick’s slacks.
Rick smirked in the pitch blackness.
"Doc," Rick whispered, his voice a low, rough growl. "What are you doing?"
"Fuck me," Rachel breathed heavily. Her hot breath fanned across his neck. "Please, Rick. I need it. I need to feel you right now."
"You want to get fucked in a supply closet while a death squad walks past the door?" Rick taunted her.
"Yes," Rachel whimpered. She rubbed his hard cock through his pants eagerly. "Please. I’m so wet. I can’t take it."
Rick didn’t need to be asked twice.
He reached down and grabbed the hem of her tight, wet emerald dress. He roughly hiked it up around her waist, exposing her bare thighs and black lace panties.
He didn’t bother taking her panties off. He just grabbed the thin lace crotch and violently ripped it to the side. The fabric tore with a loud snap.
Rachel gasped. Her pussy was absolutely dripping wet. Thick, hot juices coated Rick’s fingers as he reached between her legs. He rubbed her swollen clit aggressively, making her shudder against him.
"Turn around," Rick commanded.
He grabbed her hips and spun her around in the dark. He pushed her forward. She bent over, resting her hands on the rim of a large, plastic yellow mop bucket. Her round, heavy ass was stuck out perfectly for him.
Victoria moved in the dark. She dropped to her bare knees beside Rick.
"Let me help," Victoria whispered.
She reached out and unzipped Rick’s pants. She pulled out his thick, throbbing cock. She eagerly wrapped her lips around the head, sucking on it hungrily. She swirled her hot tongue around his shaft, coating it in her wet saliva.
She sucked him for a few seconds, getting him completely slick, before pulling off with a wet pop.
Victoria stood up. She moved to the front of the mop bucket. She grabbed Rachel’s face in the dark and smashed her lips against the doctor’s mouth.
Rachel moaned into Victoria’s mouth, kissing the crime boss back with frantic, desperate energy.
Rick stepped up behind Rachel. He grabbed her wide hips with both hands. He lined his slick, hard cock up with her dripping wet pussy.
Without warning, Rick drove his hips forward and slammed his entire shaft deep inside her tight hole.
"Mmmph!" Rachel let out a muffled, muffled scream into Victoria’s mouth. Her nails dug deep into the plastic rim of the mop bucket.
"Fuck, you’re tight," Rick growled.
He pulled back and slammed into her again.
He didn’t start slow. The adrenaline demanded violence. He fucked her hard and fast.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The wet, crude sounds of his pelvis slapping against her bare ass cheeks filled the tiny, pitch-black closet. The sounds were loud, but they were drowned out by the blaring fire alarms outside the door.
Rachel took every inch of his cock. She pushed her ass back against his thighs, desperate for the friction. Victoria kept kissing her, swallowing all of Rachel’s loud, dirty moans so the mercenaries outside wouldn’t hear them.
Rick reached one arm around Rachel’s waist. He grabbed a massive handful of her heavy right breast. He squeezed the soft flesh brutally, kneading it and twisting her hard nipple.
"Take my cock, doc," Rick grunted, thrusting rapidly. "Take it all."
"Yes!" Rachel gasped, breaking the kiss with Victoria for a second. "Stretch my pussy! Fuck me harder, Rick!"
Victoria reached down in the dark. She placed her hand right where Rick’s cock was sliding in and out of Rachel’s wet pussy. Victoria rubbed Rachel’s swollen clit while Rick pounded her from behind.
The double stimulation was too much for Rachel to handle.
Her body locked up. Her vaginal walls clamped down on Rick’s thick shaft like a vice grip.
"I’m cumming!" Rachel cried out, her voice a strained, desperate whisper. "Oh god, I’m cumming!"
Her legs shook violently. She orgasmed hard, her body convulsing over the mop bucket. Her tight, wet pussy milked Rick’s cock relentlessly.
The intense pressure pushed Rick right over the edge.
"Take my load, you dirty bitch," Rick growled.
He gave three deep, brutal thrusts, burying himself to the hilt. He clenched his jaw and unloaded. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep inside Rachel’s womb.
Rachel moaned in ecstasy as she felt the hot liquid flooding her insides.
Rick panted heavily in the dark. He held her hips tight, letting every last drop spill into her. The smell of sex, sweat, and bleach was overwhelming in the cramped space.
Rick finally pulled his cock out with a loud, wet squelch. A mixture of his cum and Rachel’s arousal juices immediately dripped down her inner thighs, splashing softly onto the closet floor.
Rachel collapsed forward, resting her head against the mop bucket, completely drained and satisfied. Victoria wiped her mouth, leaning against the shelves in the dark.
Rick pulled his pants up and zipped them. He reached out to grab his MP7.
"Alright," Rick whispered, his breathing slowing down. "Get dressed. We need to move before they sweep this floor again."
Suddenly, the lock on the heavy metal door clicked.
The handle turned.
Rick grabbed his gun, but he was trapped in the tight space.
The closet door was violently yanked open.
Blinding, harsh fluorescent light flooded the tiny, pitch-black room. Rick blinked against the sudden brightness.
Standing in the doorway was a tall man. He was dressed in a pristine, perfectly tailored grey suit. Not a speck of dust or blood was on him. He held a sleek, highly advanced, futuristic-looking rifle in his hands, aimed directly at Rick’s chest.
It was a high-level Corporate Oversight Agent.
The agent looked at Rick, then at the two dishevelled, panting women behind him.
A cold, dead smile spread across the agent’s face.
"Found you."