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Breaking Blye	By : Konfliction Category: M through R > NCIS: Los Angeles Views: 32230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from NCIS: Los Angeles nor do I profit from this. Also I don't condone rape but do endorse rape roleplay

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Ali Khatami slowly walked into the monitor and control room as he sipped on a steaming cup of coffee and grinned at the camera feed on the small TV screen located on the control panel for the room where Kensi and Nell were being held. The metal table Kensi was still bound to had a layer of sweat covering it and there was a small puddle on the floor between Kensi spread and bound feet that caused the sadistic interrogator to grin. He had shoved the vibrator into Kensi’s dry cunt at 4 P.M. and it was now 8:30 in the morning, meaning the brunette had endured sixteen and a half hours of the sexual torment from the dildo taped deep inside her now dripping wet pussy. Of course measures had been taken to ensure that Kensi didn’t get any sleep that night, unknown to the two female prisoners in the room the tale was actually fitted with a monitoring system that would be able to tell if Kensi was passing out and would send a signal to a computer that controlled the room and would active one or more of several features to prevent Kensi from sleeping. The temperature of the room, or the table would drastically change one way or the other, music or recordings of previous tortures would suddenly fill the room at levels that would leave the girls ears ringing, at times the room would light up so brightly that even with their eyes closed the girls would see spots for a few minutes once things would return to normal.

Putting his cup of coffee on down Khatami began to whistle a children’s tune to himself as he walked towards the door that contained the two captured NCIS Agents and he paused just long enough to grab a bucket full of water. “Good morning ladies.” Ali said cheerfully as he walked in and kept whistling while holding the bucket and kicked the door shut behind him. “So who’s ready to start answering questions?” Officer Khatami said as if he were talking to a pair of small children instead of two naked, bound and attractive woman. “Oh before we get started let’s get you cleaned up slut.”

Khatami dumped the bucket of ice cold water on Kensi causing her to cry out in shock around the metal spacer still in her jaws and he frantically jerked to and fro against the table she was bent over. “Now if I take that off are you going to be a good girl?” Ali asked in a extremely condescending tone as he looked at Kensi with a smile on his face. When Kensi didn’t respond and simply glared at him with rage in her eyes the smile on Officer Khatami’s face slowly changed into a blank expression before the twisting into a gruel sadistic grin. “I see I will have to teach you how to answer questions again.” Khatami snarled as he walked around behind Kensi and grabbed the same paddle he had briefly used on her yesterday. “One grunt means yes and two means no. Do you understand bitch?” Khatami roared in anger and he slammed the paddle directly against Kensi’s exposed and tape pussy forcing the dildo deeper into her and ripping a scream of fear and pain from her as her body jerked violently to get away, but behind chained to the floor and the collar around her neck attacked to the table all Kensi was able to do was ball her fist that were still handcuffed behind her back and jerk this way and that.

“Do you understand me you American whore?” Khatami shouted again as he reached up and grabbed a handful of Kensi’s thick dark brown hair and pulled back as he brought the paddle down against her left ass cheek this time. “Answer me!” Khatami ordered not giving Kensi a chance to stop crying in pain as he slammed the wooden paddle against her right cheek this time. “You filthy American fuck slut!” Every time Khatami said a word he would hit a different piece of Kensi’s ass of thighs bringing unintelligible screams of pain from her as she vainly tried to get away from him. Khatami stopped and let Kensi’s screams die down and waited until he heard her crying before he moved his head down towards her ear. “Now do you remember the rules Agent Blye?”

Even though the beating wasn’t all that brutal in her exhausted and sexually used state it seemed far worse than it was to Kensi and he vigorously nodded her head yes and grunted loudly once.

Khatami grinned evilly and he looked over at Nell who had witnessed the whole thing and he eyes were wide with fear and Ali could see the tears she was fighting to hold back. “Now Agent slut if I take this spacer off are you going to be a good girl?” Khatami asked and just to torment Kensi he slammed the paddle onto the table as hard as he could right next to her body, this of course made her jerk wildly at the noise. Afraid of another and more intense beating, or that something more twisted would happen to her Kensi once again shook her head and grunted once loudly.

Unseen to Kensi Khatami grinned in a pleased manner as he patted her head like she was a household pet before undoing the buckle that held the metal device in place on her head. “Now before we any further remember that I told you that whatever may or may not happen to you will depend entirely on you. That being said you did just tell me you would behave, was that a lie?”

Unsure of how she was expected to respond since the spacer had been removed and she could talk instead of grunt now Kensi looked up at Khatami and the paddle he still head in his hands before she reverted back to what she had been taught. “Uh Uh.” Kensi grunted and for added affect she rapidly shook her head side to side as well.

“Very good.” Khatami said as he once again patted Kensi head like she was a dog. “No since you have the ability to speak again there are a few ground rules we need to go over. First and most importantly you do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand this rule?”

Kensi, who had been glaring at Khatami this whole time, snarled out a simple and sarcastic. “Yeah.” This caused Iranian Intelligence Officer Khatami to stop his pacing and turn to look at Kensi and lightly smack the paddle against his open left palm.

“Secondly when you speak to me, or anyone else for that matter you will address them as Sir and you will do so with respect. Is that clear?” As Khatami explained the rules to her Kensi couldn’t help but follow the movements of the paddle with her eyes. Twice she had been at the mercy of Khatami and that damn paddle, and while her beatings so far had not been very long they were extremely effective. So the once proud Kensi Blye swallowed, both her pride and in a visible manner, as she looked down at the ground and nodded her head.

“Yes sir.”

“Good…Very good. You learn quickly.” Khatami said as he grinned down at the slightly submissive from of Kensi. “The last rule, for now of course since there will be more later, is that you will do what you are told when you are told and exactly how you are told. Do you understand slut?” Khatami threw the insult towards her to see how Kensi would react and he wasn’t disappointed when he saw her shoulders stiffen at what he had called her.

“Do you not like being called a slut?”

“No sir.” Kensi said in a voice that was cold and hard, a violation of the second rule but she didn’t care. She was Special Agent Kensi Blye and no one called her a slut.

“But isn’t that what you are? I mean you had a dildo forced up your pussy and spent the next sixteen hours getting off on it over and over as the night went on. That certainly sounds like something an American slut would do. Don’t you agree?”

“You bastard you’re the one who did this to me!” Kensi shouted as she looked up at him and imagined how good it would feel to break his neck. “You want to rape me go ahead because I won’t tell you anything to twisted piece of shit.”

Khatami stood their impassively as he looked at Kensi and he had to admit that her defiance was admirable, foolish and suicidal, but admirable none the less. “I figured it would come to this Agent Blye. You see before I captured you I did a very thorough investigation of my own into your team. I know everything about each member of the Office of Special Projects, including your psychological profiles. Did you know that Dr. Getz described you as having a ‘hero complex’? He believes that the pedestal you placed your murdered Father on combined with the strong bond the two of you had that everything you do is in order to make him proud. So you think that you won’t break because your daddy was a Marine he wouldn’t break either.”

Khatami moved closer to Kensi and crouched down so that they were eye level and he placed the paddle firmly against the left side of Kensi’s face. “I’m here to tell you that everyone breaks. It’s just a matter of time and leverage. Time we have plenty of because your team will never be able to rescue from here, and leverage…..Well there are two people very important to you back in American I can had killed with a simple phone call. Your mother and boyfriend. Or should I call him Detective Deeks? I can’t imagine how he is feeling right now.” Khatami paused as he watched the color drain from Kensi’s face as it dawned on her that this man could easily destroy the ones she loves.

“And there is one more person I can use against you. Last night I gave you a choice slut. I let you choose between watching your small friend her be raped, or being raped yourself. Bravely you chose yourself, but today….well today I’m going to remove that choice from you Kensi. And this is all your fault.” Khatami said as he turned to face Nell who was cowering in a corner desperately looking for an escape as her capture stalked closer to her ignoring the cries of protest from Kensi.

“Now let’s get better acquainted shall we?” Khatami teased Nell as she grabbed her tied up form and pushed her towards the table with a twisted grin of anticipation on his face. Kensi was still shouting at him trying to draw his focus form Nell and it was more annoying than distracting. “Keep talking Agent slut. The more you taunt me the worse this will be for your small friend here.” Khatami growled out as he bent Nell over the table and positioned her so that Nell and Kensi’s head were right next to each other as he wanted Kensi to have a up close look at her friends face as she was raped for Kensi’s violation of the rules, and so that every beg, scream, and cry would forever be etched into Kensi’s memory.

“Just remember Agent Slut just because something isn’t happening to you doesn’t mean its not your fault.” Khatami informed her with a cocky grin as he undid his pants and licked his hand before he reached down to finish stroking himself to full erection. “Just remember Nell that because of Kensi you are going to be raped.” And with that Ali Khatami pressed the head of his nine inch fully erect cock against Nell's dry and vulnerable pussy and grabbed the top of her right shoulder and began to force all of himself into her as Nell screamed in pain and denial around the ball gag
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