thirsty girl.” The clipped tones of Alexei poked into Raven’s world. Sleep smeared back, rousing the woman from her troubled slumber as the waves swung her gently from the end of the pier. “But you fuck good,” he added in the same drab monotone, stating a simple irrefutable truth.
Closing his eyes, Alexei raised his head to bathe in the warmth of a perfect day, slowly inhaling the salt air. In his mind, the image of the woman swaying beside him played constantly, back and forth, back and forth, and he knew the unrelenting motion alone would be more than enough to eventually erode even the strongest mental defences.
Her defences were already few. She was tired, sore, still so thirsty and battered by a litany of techniques to first bruise, then batter, before finally blowing away anything in its path. It was a cocktail of techniques where a single ingredient would succeed given time. Blended in the destructive combination as they had been though, that cocktail would debase even the strongest of minds.
And debased she was. Nudged first forward, then softly dragged back, the sun beat down in its summer fury, prickling the woman’s bare breasts. She could only try to last out - there was simply nothing left beyond that to aspire to.
“Alexei see you later, girl.” As his muscular legs withdrew from her peripheral vision, the woman could not raise her head to see, let alone her voice to protest. Once again she was left to the eternal dragging of the tide. She needed water and yet water tortured her. Back.…forth….back….forth and her mind disengaged as her body simply hung.
== ~ ==
The leg of the pier just to her left cleaved each wave that dared assault it, constantly speckling Raven with spray. It left a salty crust as it dried, slowly covering her from head to toe until she could escape neither the smell nor the taste.
Back and forth, to and fro, she was constantly twisted and swayed and there was no shutting out the unrelenting sounds of the surge and settling of the sea. They allowed her water, but only just enough and only if she fucked herself for it and sucked to his image. The food meanwhile was bland both in texture and taste, sufficient to keep her from starving, insufficient to keep her from despair.
It seemed that none of her senses were allowed immunity to her plight and with hour after lengthy hour, Raven found herself yearning for the respite anything even slightly different would bring.
It was for that reason she so looked forward to his visits. She could no longer tell which day was which, whether she was dozing or just hypnotised by the waves, but when a smell wafted across her nostrils the realisation that it was different shifted her mind back out of neutral. Raven had raised her head and breathed deeply on the aroma which was unmistakably male.
Sometimes Alexei’s well-muscled legs were the first thing she noticed, other times it was his scent weaving its way into her soporific state. Either way though, she was growing to cherish those moments when his presence punctuated the trudging monotony, particularly when he sat close enough for his leg to touch.
== ~ ==
“Is beautiful sunset, girl.” Alexei’s abrupt accent intruded on her stupor for the fifth time that day. Slowly the woman peeled open her eyes, finding the reward for her efforts in the company of a pair of sun-kissed legs. “Is it not finest you see, girl?” he continued, demanding an answer he knew she would struggle to give as the tide continued to ebb and flow, ebb and flow.
Her croaked affirmation was barely louder than a whisper of wind, the effort it took draining already near depleted batteries still further and all the while her body swayed to and fro, to and fro.
The kick to her injured shoulder tore what was left from her. With a plaintive wail, the woman that had been Raven cried out the words that Alexei had been longing to hear, without pausing to even
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