Barrett In Action
Barrett In Action by Wakboth
- * * The world was a murky, echoing darkness, full of nausea and distant, throbbing ache. Barrett swallowed, trying to keep her gorge down, and concentrated on the ache, welcoming it. Pain was rooted in the reality; by following it to its source, she could find her way back to her senses. Slowly, she could start to feel her body again. Barrett was slumped in a half-kneeling, half-crouching stress position on the grimy concrete floor of a cavernous, dimly lit space, maybe a warehouse; ropes tied around her wrists held her aching arms up and made it impossible for her to sit or lie down. Her legs weren't tied together, but they were so numb that it hardly mattered. She'd obviously been bound by an expert; the rope loops were tight enough that she couldn't wriggle out of them, but not so tight as to block her circulation. As she moved, one of the shadows moved also. A rumbling, male voice said something that Barrett recognized as Russian, but the meaning of his words eluded her. A shrill female voice answered the first speaker, also in Russian. The black-haired bear shook her head, trying desperately to clear her mind from the fog that filled it, but the movement brought her nausea back, and she slumped down again, gagging and coughing. A pair of legs like tree trunks, covered by too small urban camouflage pants, appeared in her field of vision. Barrett blinked and looked up, her gaze passing over the massive thighs and an armored codpiece, across a dark-furred abdomen that looked like it had been moulded from concrete and a ridiculously broad chest with its lighter fur, until she was looking at the man's face. He looked back down at her with a curiously impassive expression, but the dully cruel look in his pale eyes made Barrett's flesh crawl. "Did you have a nice nap?" the female voice asked. A blonde, curvy mouse, wearing a crisply-pressed urban camo uniform that matched the sun bear's trousers, walked out of the shadows. She smiled at Barrett. "I guess I could apologize for your discomfort, but really, what's the point? The nausea will pass quickly, anyway; it's a side effect of the drug that I haven't been able to remove yet." Fragmentary memories were returning to Barrett; she had been in Budapest, leading a SPICE strike team on a joint mission with the Hungarian police; their target had been an URGE drug research lab. The last thing the bear woman could remember was entering a nightclub where she was supposed to meet a contact. Obviously, it had been a trap, and she had been drugged and captured. "You're Kristall Heiligenrühe, aren't you?" Barrett asked, her voice slightly slurred. "That's one of my names, yes," the mouse said with a small giggle. "And you are Chief Petty Officer Maria Barrett, formerly of US Navy, now working for SPICE. And to finish the introductions, this big boy here is Oleg. Isn't he a darling?" She caressed the bear's enormous arm as she continued. "He used to be a member of the Spetsnaz, before he started working for us. I've improved him since; he's one of my absolute favorites. Say hello to Ms. Barrett, Oleg!" The bear rumbled a greeting in Russian, making Kristall beam brightly. "And now that we all know each other, it's time to get to the business!" The mouse's smile turned malicious as she drew a hypodermic syringe and a small bottle full of clear liquid from one of the pockets of her uniform. Barrett winced; she knew all too well how effective modern interrogation drugs could be, especially if you didn't have to worry about the legality of your actions or the long-term effects on the health of your subjects. She'd been immunized against some of the most common drugs, but if this mouse was who she thought, there would be no telling what mindbending drug cocktail had been prepared for her. She was thus completely surprised when Kristall stuck the needle into the giant sun bear's arm and gave him the injection. "What the...? What was in that shot?" Barrett asked, starting to feel that there was something even worse going on here than she had expected. "A quite lovely little concoction I've designed recently," Kristall said in a proud voice. "Meth for the kick and coke for the snap, but the real fun comes from some metadecamerole variants that the KGB ditched as unsafe for their Decadence program. I like to call it "rape juice", although I probably have to give it a more dignified name if URGE decides to adopt it for wider use." She noticed Barrett's eyes widening and grinned. "It'll hit his limbic system like a freight train of horny in a couple of minutes, and honestly, I don't want to be in sight when that happens. See you in an hour or so!" The mouse gave Oleg a final, slightly nervous glance, and hurried away, leaving Barrett hanging before him. The bound bear woman suppressed her desire to scream or to rage; it would do her no good, and she had the unpleasant feeling that the monstrous Russian might enjoy her screaming. Instead, she concentrated on getting the feeling back into her numb legs; once she could stand up again, things would be much more even between her and the brute. Oleg grinned at Barrett, baring his teeth, and thumped his chest with a huge fist. "You like what you see?" he asked in thickly accented English. "Wait until you see everything!" With obvious pride, the sun bear undid the straps of his groin armor and opened his trousers, letting his balls and still-soft cock flop out. "Son of a bitch!" Barrett gasped, unable to keep herself from staring; the fifteen-inch cock, looking almost as thick as her wrist, was obscenely big even for a man of his unnatural size. There was no way it was natural; it had to be one of the 'improvements' Kristall had hinted at. The giant bear gave a grunting laugh, and grabbed the enormous shaft in one hand. "You look like strong woman. I like strong women! You don't break so easy," he said, an animalistic lust gleaming in his eyes as he stared at Barrett's hard-muscled body. She noticed that he was starting to drool slightly, and grimaced; things were going from bad to worse awfully fast. "That's good, 'cause I love big guys, too," Barrett said, trying hard to sound convincing as she looked at the sun bear's dick, held before her face but too far away for her to lunge at and bite. "You don't have to play it rough; I'll be real nice if-" "Shut up!" the Russian growled, grabbing the front of Barrett's tank top and giving it a hard yank; the sturdy green cloth tore, letting her breasts bob out in the open. The bear woman had always been proud of her bosom, despite the occasional inconvenience, but right now she wished that she had been flat as a board. Whether it was the sight of her naked chest or the effect of the drug in Oleg's veins, his cock was growing hard at a rapid pace; thankfully, it didn't seem to get any longer, but was now nearly as thick as Barrett's wrist, with an enormous glans. "Holy fuck," she muttered, impressed in spite of herself and the situation. The Russian grunted and grasped her ear harshly, pushing the huge cock against her lips. "Suck it," he said, his voice thick with lust and barely understandable. As Barrett hesitated for a moment, Oleg growled with anger and smacked her across her muzzle with his dick; the impact stung like a hard slap, and made her teeth rattle. Not wanting to get her ears torn off or be beaten senseless with a bear prick, Barrett swallowed, trying to summon saliva into her mouth, and opened wide. The sun bear didn't hesitate, ramming his tool straight into her muzzle, making her gag. He was too big and too impatient for her to fellate properly, and Barrett concentrated on not throwing up as he thrust repeatedly against the back of her throat. The facefuck seemed to last for an eternity for Barrett. Once her throat went numb from the pounding, it became bearable enough for her to try and help him along by licking the underside of his shaft, in the hopes of getting him off and out of her mouth quicker. It might have helped, since the big bear started grunting more loudly and leaking precum. He came hard, shooting his load into her muzzle; Barrett just allowed the salty, thick spunk fill her mouth and flow down her throat. She felt some escaping from her lips, trickling down her chin and dripping down to her breasts in hot little splashes. Roaring loudly, Oleg pulled out of her mouth, the last spurts of his cum landing on her burning cheeks as the big bear waved his dick before her face. Barrett had hoped that she might get a short reprieve after Oleg had gotten off, but he showed no signs of going soft; whether it was because of his natural endurance, or the stuff Kristall had injected him with, he was obviously ready for another go immediately. Grunting, the bear grabbed both of her wrists with one big hand and jerked her roughly upright, while he started tearing her combat pants off with another hand. By now, Barrett realized she could stand again; the effects of the drug and her kneeling position had passed. She briefly entertained the thought of kicking Oleg in the balls, but decided against it; he was probably too drugged out to drop from pain, and it would just make him do something really nasty, like breaking her every limb. Another possibility came to her mind, just as the Russian bear ripped her panties off and tossed the cotton shreds aside; it was a long shot, but it was the best chance she could see. Just as Barrett had hoped, the big bear let go of her wrists and grabbed her by her waist, lifting her effortlessly in the air and lowering her onto the monstrous cock jutting from his groin. She bit her lip hard, knowing that what followed was going to be a lot worse than what he'd done with her mouth. At best, it would hurt; at worst, she might start to enjoy it! She felt the massive knob pressing against her labia, forcing them open and pushing roughly into her pussy. Barrett had never been more thankful for the esoteric parts of her SPICE training, which included a regimen of vaginal exercises intended to increase the strength and flexibility of her internal muscles. Still, even with Oleg's cock lubricated by his semen and her saliva, he was stretching her painfully wide. The Russian thrust suddenly up into her, his cock banging hard against Barrett's cervix and making her gasp. As the growling bear started to fuck her in earnest, making her breasts bounce with each hard jab, Barrett craned her neck up, looking at the ropes binding her hands. With Oleg holding her up, there was now considerable slack in them; enough so that she could get the rope into her mouth. Biting through the rope was hard enough even for a bear like Barrett. The way Oleg was relentlessly pounding her pussy, jostling and shaking her and making her gasp and cry out, made it even harder; her jaws ached and she bit her tongue and the insides of her cheeks as she chewed on the nylon strands. Luckily, Oleg seemed blind and deaf to everything except raping Barrett; he was now drooling uncontrollably, and snorting and growling continuously like a maddened animal. Having released her right arm, Barrett had an easier time with the other rope, as she could hold it in place as she bit into it. The final strands snapped; her arms and legs were free at last! "Now you're going to pay, you bastard!" the bear woman yelled, grabbing her rapist in a headlock and twisting hard. To her shock and dismay, Oleg merely growled louder, his thick neck muscles bulging as he fought her. The male bear was a monster, too strong for her tired, aching arms! A final desperate idea came to Barrett. Nearly crying from pain and frustration, she wrapped her legs around his waist and forced herself to return his thrusts, flexing the stretched muscles of her pussy, trying to milk the enormous cock invading her. "Why... agh! Don't... uhh... you... unf! Goddamn, owww, fucker, ah, come?!" she yelled, desperately clenching her vagina while twisting his head. The male bear started grunting and growling, ramming harder into her. Just as she thought she couldn't take it any more, he roared again, and started cumming inside her. Oleg's muscles tensed, then relaxed for a second as his orgasm hit him, and that was enough. Feeling his resistance faltering, Barrett put everything she had into one final, vicious twist, throwing her weight around. Oleg's neck broke with a horribly loud crack, his eyes bulging and his muscles going slack. The bear collapsed, falling onto his backside with a loud thud, his head lolling crazily on top of his broken spine. Barrett landed clumsily, but staggered up immediately, and turned to face his rapist. He wasn't quite dead yet; his cock was still oozing out cum that was gathering into a puddle between his legs, and his eyes kept rolling back and forth, as if he was trying to understand what had happened. If he'd been able to feel it, Barrett would have trod on his dick and balls; instead, she merely spat into his face. "Die, you fucker," she snarled, and gave him a vicious roundhouse kick in the face, snapping his head back and finishing the job she'd started. As the bear fell over, finally dead, Barrett looked around her. She had no doubt that Kristall had been observing the events somehow, and would send more thugs after her any minute now; it was time for her to leave. "You saw that, you fucking bitch?" she yelled to the unseen cameras. "Just imagine what I'm going to do to you once I get my hands on you!" Without giving the corpse another glance, Barrett vanished into the shadows, looking for a way out. * * *
Author's notes: All the characters belong to Greg Panovich, and the story was inspired by one of his pictures. Thank you!