Nile has gone undercover to help the team take down some kinda human trafficking/sex slavery/ forced prostitution ring or another and she knew it would be hard and might require her to get her hands dirty so to speak but she did not expect what's happened to her.
The team is freeing all the captive people, when Booker finds Nile bound, maybe drugged up, face down, ass up blindfolded and clearly having been used. He decides to take a turn for himself while he's got the chance.
Writers choice if there's established Booker/Nile before this interaction but either way Nile is definitely incapable of consenting to this, Also writers choice if she somehow recognizes him
+1000 bonus if he decides to get her off as a treat for a job well done, because she did give the team the info they needed to get in after all...
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It takes them three sweeps of the building before he finds Nile in the basement. He can’t see her face from where he’s standing in the doorway, but he knows it’s her just from one glance. He’d recognized her anywhere, even in the state she’s in. He radios the team immediately to let them know, and gets a terse confirmation. The others are busy tending to the rest of the women up on the surface. Dozens upon dozens had been locked up in this building.
And here is Nile, all the way at the bottom.
Is she down here because she was prized in some way? Or because she wasn’t?
Booker steps into the room carefully, gun held aloft as he clears it corner by corner. There’s no one here. Nothing here.
Just Nile, naked and strapped to what might generously be called a bed. As he holsters his gun, Booker looks closely at her for the first time. Her wrists are chained together and lashed the headboard. Her legs are tied to either side of the frame. Her head is pressed against the mattress, some kind of dark rag wrapped around it to serve as a makeshift blindfold, and her ass is up high in the air.
She does not move as he steps towards her, and when he calls out her name, there’s no response. For a wild second, he thinks she’s dead—really dead this time—but then he sees her body rising and falling and he knows she’s alive.
Used, but alive.
Now that he’s closer, he can see more of her. The sight of men’s cum, dried white against her dark skin, sets off something inside him. Something dark and angry and hungry. He stares at her, takes in the sight of her so thoroughly debauched, and he thinks, I wanted that.
He can feel his cock hardening in his pants. As horrific as this place is, some part of him is able to separate reality from what he sees before him.
And what he sees is Nile laid bare, completely on offer for him.
His cock thickens in his pants as he stares at her bound, cum-stained body, and a wild thought occurs to him.
Who would know?
If he fucked her right here, right now, like this—who would ever know?
The others were busy aboveground, shepherding the stolen and broken and battered women. It would take them a while before they would have a chance to radio for him, let alone look for him. And Nile… Well, she was out of it. And after all she’d willingly given up for the mission, surely she won’t mind one more sacrifice…
His cock is getting painfully hard now. All of the blood seems to be leaving his extremities and flooding to his center. He calls her name again, but she doesn’t respond. Doesn’t move.
He slips a hand into his pants, squeezing his cock as he moves to the foot of the bed. God, he wants her. He’s wanted her for ages.
His eyes bore into the pert roundness of her ass, stuck up there like a beacon. He wants to smack it and watch it bounce.
The thought alone makes him grunt, and he jerks his hips forward, unable to control himself. He can just barely see her cunt, those pink little lips dangling, teasing, drawing him in.
“Fuck,” he mutters, decision made.
He yanks his hand out of his pants and strips himself of his weapons before reaching for his zipper. He walks around to the side of the bed, climbing on the stained mattress behind her. Once he’s on his knees, he reaches out with both hands and, shaking, places them on her ass. Her skin is warm and smooth. He squeezes the supple flesh, first lightly and then harder and harder, seeking a response. She makes a small noise, but doesn’t turn to look at him. Her cheek is still resting against the mattress, turned to the side.
He takes his cock out with one hand and slides the other between her thighs. His hand touches wetness, and where before he was disgusted by the spent cum on her, now it excites him. He can feel her wetness too, and the difference in viscosity is thrilling. And telling.
He grins. “You eager little whore.”
“Hmm…” She mumbles something incoherent, rolling her head a little against the mattress, but she doesn’t say or do anything else.
“You are, aren’t you?” He squeezes his cock and smirks. “Cunt wet and ass up. You’re here waiting for it like it's your job.” He slips two fingers between her folds and feeling her loose, he adds two more just for the hell of it. “Is that why you volunteered, Nile? You wanted to be fucked like this?”
She says nothing, but he doesn’t need her to say anything. He withdraws his fingers, spreading her cunt wide, and then with one hard stroke, he shoves his cock inside. She isn’t as tight as he imagined—dreamed of, fantasized of—but it hardly matters. She’s here, his for the taking, and he isn’t going to waste a moment thinking on what could have been.
He grips her thighs and, knowing he doesn’t need to worry about hurting her, digs his nails in deep. He slams his cock into her cunt, again and again and again, letting the sound of their smacking flesh reverberate inside the concrete basement. The air is filling with his own hot, loud breaths, and he knows he isn’t going to last long. He never does after successful missions; the excitement is too much.
His thrusts are growing shallower and rougher, quick, quick, quick, and he knows he’s only seconds away from release, when suddenly he hears her speak.
“Book?” she mumbles, half into the mattress, sounding utterly disoriented.
His hips stutter to a stop, and he sucks in breath after breath, head spinning as he hangs onto her hips for dear life.
“Please,” she whispers, sighing. “Please… let it be you.”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. He kneels there, still inside her, nails dug so deep into her skin he’s drawing blood, but he doesn’t speak. Neither does she. He waits as long as he can for another flash of recognition, but he can’t wait very long. His orgasm is bearing down on the door, and he knows if he doesn’t let it in, it’ll break through anyway.
He tilts his hips to draw his cock out, then shoves it back in. Once, twice, three times… He makes it to five before he comes, painting her cunt with his come, and nearly collapsing forward onto her bound body. He places a hand on her back to steady himself, effectively pushing her face deeper into the mattress, but she doesn’t complain. He takes a few minutes to gather himself as his cock softens and his breathing quiets.
Pulling out is a slick and sloppy affair, and watching his own cock fall out of her cunt makes him wish he could come again, right now. Instead, he drops down onto the small sliver of mattress she hasn’t taken up. When he turns his head to the side, her eyes are there, hazy and half-open. She blinks at him a few times, as if she’s trying to peer through fog to make out his shape. Their faces are only inches apart, but she doesn’t seem to recognize him.
Just as he’s thinking it’s time to get up, she speaks.
“Did I do a good job?”
He nearly laughs. He would, if he had the strength for it.
“You did,” he answers. He nudges his chin forward, and covers her mouth with his. “You did such a good job, sweet girl. You were perfect.”
“Hm.” It seems to take her a moment to process this, and even then she still sounds lost. “So I… I helped?”
“You helped.” He pinches her chin between his fingers, and kisses her again, opening her mouth and filling it with his tongue. “You helped very much, Nile.”
She sighs once he pulls away, and he watches as her eyes fall closed. He wonders what they drugged her with. Must be something very powerful, to have this sustained of an effect.
Booker tucks his soft cock back into his pants, and is about to get up when he feels a hand grappling at his shirt front.
“Wa… Wait,” she mumbles, still half-delirious, clinging to him with weak fingers. “You said I did good.”
He nods once, momentarily confused by the repetition. But then he realizes what it is she wants, and he does laugh aloud this time.
“You want a reward for a job well done, is that it?”
She makes a little mewling sound of affirmation, and he swears, hating how she can act the kitten even after taking his cock the way she did.
“Suppose it’s only fair,” he says to himself.
He turns her onto her side, and spreads her legs as much as the chains will allow. Then he slides down the mattress and buries his head between her legs. He eats himself and the others out of her cunt until it is just her, all her, that sweet and tangy and delicious taste he’s spent countless nights dreaming about. It fills his mouth, smears over his nose, drips down his chin. She’s whining and whimpering and making these high-pitched little Ung! Oh! Mmh! sounds that make him wish he could shove his tongue all the way inside her womb. With her legs and arms still shacked, so she can’t touch him, but knowing that she's straining against her bonds is enough of a thank-you.
When she comes, it’s with a sob, her body shaking so uncontrollably that he feels compelled to hold her until she comes down. He murmurs softly to her, kissing away the tears, before finally freeing her.
Once she can stand, he tosses her the extra set of clothes in his pack, and then they head back up to the surface to rejoin the others.
FILL: Booker/Nile; Taking advantage of vulnerable Nile during a rescue, Non-Con
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It takes them three sweeps of the building before he finds Nile in the basement. He can’t see her face from where he’s standing in the doorway, but he knows it’s her just from one glance. He’d recognized her anywhere, even in the state she’s in. He radios the team immediately to let them know, and gets a terse confirmation. The others are busy tending to the rest of the women up on the surface. Dozens upon dozens had been locked up in this building.
And here is Nile, all the way at the bottom.
Is she down here because she was prized in some way? Or because she wasn’t?
Booker steps into the room carefully, gun held aloft as he clears it corner by corner. There’s no one here. Nothing here.
Just Nile, naked and strapped to what might generously be called a bed. As he holsters his gun, Booker looks closely at her for the first time. Her wrists are chained together and lashed the headboard. Her legs are tied to either side of the frame. Her head is pressed against the mattress, some kind of dark rag wrapped around it to serve as a makeshift blindfold, and her ass is up high in the air.
She does not move as he steps towards her, and when he calls out her name, there’s no response. For a wild second, he thinks she’s dead—really dead this time—but then he sees her body rising and falling and he knows she’s alive.
Used, but alive.
Now that he’s closer, he can see more of her. The sight of men’s cum, dried white against her dark skin, sets off something inside him. Something dark and angry and hungry. He stares at her, takes in the sight of her so thoroughly debauched, and he thinks, I wanted that.
He can feel his cock hardening in his pants. As horrific as this place is, some part of him is able to separate reality from what he sees before him.
And what he sees is Nile laid bare, completely on offer for him.
His cock thickens in his pants as he stares at her bound, cum-stained body, and a wild thought occurs to him.
Who would know?
If he fucked her right here, right now, like this—who would ever know?
The others were busy aboveground, shepherding the stolen and broken and battered women. It would take them a while before they would have a chance to radio for him, let alone look for him. And Nile… Well, she was out of it. And after all she’d willingly given up for the mission, surely she won’t mind one more sacrifice…
His cock is getting painfully hard now. All of the blood seems to be leaving his extremities and flooding to his center. He calls her name again, but she doesn’t respond. Doesn’t move.
He slips a hand into his pants, squeezing his cock as he moves to the foot of the bed. God, he wants her. He’s wanted her for ages.
His eyes bore into the pert roundness of her ass, stuck up there like a beacon. He wants to smack it and watch it bounce.
The thought alone makes him grunt, and he jerks his hips forward, unable to control himself. He can just barely see her cunt, those pink little lips dangling, teasing, drawing him in.
“Fuck,” he mutters, decision made.
He yanks his hand out of his pants and strips himself of his weapons before reaching for his zipper. He walks around to the side of the bed, climbing on the stained mattress behind her. Once he’s on his knees, he reaches out with both hands and, shaking, places them on her ass. Her skin is warm and smooth. He squeezes the supple flesh, first lightly and then harder and harder, seeking a response. She makes a small noise, but doesn’t turn to look at him. Her cheek is still resting against the mattress, turned to the side.
He takes his cock out with one hand and slides the other between her thighs. His hand touches wetness, and where before he was disgusted by the spent cum on her, now it excites him. He can feel her wetness too, and the difference in viscosity is thrilling. And telling.
He grins. “You eager little whore.”
“Hmm…” She mumbles something incoherent, rolling her head a little against the mattress, but she doesn’t say or do anything else.
“You are, aren’t you?” He squeezes his cock and smirks. “Cunt wet and ass up. You’re here waiting for it like it's your job.” He slips two fingers between her folds and feeling her loose, he adds two more just for the hell of it. “Is that why you volunteered, Nile? You wanted to be fucked like this?”
She says nothing, but he doesn’t need her to say anything. He withdraws his fingers, spreading her cunt wide, and then with one hard stroke, he shoves his cock inside. She isn’t as tight as he imagined—dreamed of, fantasized of—but it hardly matters. She’s here, his for the taking, and he isn’t going to waste a moment thinking on what could have been.
He grips her thighs and, knowing he doesn’t need to worry about hurting her, digs his nails in deep. He slams his cock into her cunt, again and again and again, letting the sound of their smacking flesh reverberate inside the concrete basement. The air is filling with his own hot, loud breaths, and he knows he isn’t going to last long. He never does after successful missions; the excitement is too much.
His thrusts are growing shallower and rougher, quick, quick, quick, and he knows he’s only seconds away from release, when suddenly he hears her speak.
“Book?” she mumbles, half into the mattress, sounding utterly disoriented.
His hips stutter to a stop, and he sucks in breath after breath, head spinning as he hangs onto her hips for dear life.
“Please,” she whispers, sighing. “Please… let it be you.”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. He kneels there, still inside her, nails dug so deep into her skin he’s drawing blood, but he doesn’t speak. Neither does she. He waits as long as he can for another flash of recognition, but he can’t wait very long. His orgasm is bearing down on the door, and he knows if he doesn’t let it in, it’ll break through anyway.
He tilts his hips to draw his cock out, then shoves it back in. Once, twice, three times… He makes it to five before he comes, painting her cunt with his come, and nearly collapsing forward onto her bound body. He places a hand on her back to steady himself, effectively pushing her face deeper into the mattress, but she doesn’t complain. He takes a few minutes to gather himself as his cock softens and his breathing quiets.
Pulling out is a slick and sloppy affair, and watching his own cock fall out of her cunt makes him wish he could come again, right now. Instead, he drops down onto the small sliver of mattress she hasn’t taken up. When he turns his head to the side, her eyes are there, hazy and half-open. She blinks at him a few times, as if she’s trying to peer through fog to make out his shape. Their faces are only inches apart, but she doesn’t seem to recognize him.
Just as he’s thinking it’s time to get up, she speaks.
“Did I do a good job?”
He nearly laughs. He would, if he had the strength for it.
“You did,” he answers. He nudges his chin forward, and covers her mouth with his. “You did such a good job, sweet girl. You were perfect.”
“Hm.” It seems to take her a moment to process this, and even then she still sounds lost. “So I… I helped?”
“You helped.” He pinches her chin between his fingers, and kisses her again, opening her mouth and filling it with his tongue. “You helped very much, Nile.”
She sighs once he pulls away, and he watches as her eyes fall closed. He wonders what they drugged her with. Must be something very powerful, to have this sustained of an effect.
Booker tucks his soft cock back into his pants, and is about to get up when he feels a hand grappling at his shirt front.
“Wa… Wait,” she mumbles, still half-delirious, clinging to him with weak fingers. “You said I did good.”
He nods once, momentarily confused by the repetition. But then he realizes what it is she wants, and he does laugh aloud this time.
“You want a reward for a job well done, is that it?”
She makes a little mewling sound of affirmation, and he swears, hating how she can act the kitten even after taking his cock the way she did.
“Suppose it’s only fair,” he says to himself.
He turns her onto her side, and spreads her legs as much as the chains will allow. Then he slides down the mattress and buries his head between her legs. He eats himself and the others out of her cunt until it is just her, all her, that sweet and tangy and delicious taste he’s spent countless nights dreaming about. It fills his mouth, smears over his nose, drips down his chin. She’s whining and whimpering and making these high-pitched little Ung! Oh! Mmh! sounds that make him wish he could shove his tongue all the way inside her womb. With her legs and arms still shacked, so she can’t touch him, but knowing that she's straining against her bonds is enough of a thank-you.
When she comes, it’s with a sob, her body shaking so uncontrollably that he feels compelled to hold her until she comes down. He murmurs softly to her, kissing away the tears, before finally freeing her.
Once she can stand, he tosses her the extra set of clothes in his pack, and then they head back up to the surface to rejoin the others.