Trapped Part 2
#2 of Trapped
CHAPTER 6: Ruins
5 privates walk guns at ready in front and behind sergeant Brian and corporal Nathan while they head to a run-down tavern the centan they interrogated said they would find a centan who knew where Dean was.
"So what will you do when you find him?"
"Ask him what the hell was so important to make him kill my father."
"What will you do after that?"
"Regardless of his answer, I'm going to kill him, and I'm gonna need some help with that."
"You mean me, right?"
"Hell no, all of us."
"First off, why all of us? I thought he killed your father, so couldn't you kill him? Second, we're here on a Baird protocol! The privates won't fall for any excuse you have for killing this guy!"
"To answer your questions in order, he stabbed my father in the back, LITERALY, and I'll think of something. Your in charge of this mission, right? Just order them to kill him."
"I can't do that! It's strictly against protocol to kill anything without proving it's hostile!"
"Simple, we piss him the hell off."
"He'll know you! He's not going to attack the son of the man he killed when he's surrounded by gunmen!"
"He will most likely have gunmen around him too."
"Fine! But we still need a plausible reason to find this guy."
"Leave that to me."
CHAPTER 7: Search and destroy
The soldiers enter a worn down tavern and see several centan's inside. Most of the privates compare the centan to Nathan, looking for similarities.
"Tuldor una menou Decion!
All of the centan point to an office at the end of the tavern. The privates assume they are being led into a trap and point their rifles at corporal Nathan.
"LOWER YOUR WEAPONS NOW!"
The privates holster their weapons, but still stare at Nathan angrily.
"5 of you, come with us, the rest of you stand guard outside."
Corporal Nathan, sergeant Brian and 5 troops walk into the office door. Inside there is a lone centan behind a desk in the middle of the room.
"Comis don into Nadin?"
"Dicion, gusti murak ue kl mon?"
"Eitios dii scieon, od murro gua."
"Grotos."
"Okay, I'm getting' pissed, what the hell are you saying?"
"Once again, I'll translate,
Why here again Nathan?
Dean, where the hell is he?
City 15 klicks, southwest city.
Thanks."
"When do we leave."
"Now would be nice."
The platoon leaves the tavern, and head deep into the city till they find the garden and resupply. They then head directly southwest.
"Hey, why are we heading this direction? We already completed the Baird protocol!"
"I think Nathan is from here."
"Everybody does!"
"Well, why didn't he tell us?"
"He's most likely leading us into a trap."
"I suggest we overthrow this mission."
"When?"
"Now."
CHAPTER 8: Betrayal
The soldiers walk southwest toward their destination, when the 10 privates turn and point their guns at corporal Nathan.
"What the hell?"
"FOR THE LAST TIME, LOWER YOU WEAPONS!"
"Step aside sergeant!"
"What is this about?"
"Don't play stupid! Admit your leading us into a trap and maybe we won't kill you."
"I'm not leading you into any trap."
(*guns cock*)
"We warned you."
"LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!"
"He's going to kill us! Why wouldn't we kill him?"
"He may be from here but he isn't trying to kill us!"
"How do you know?"
"He told me about this planet."
"So? He's from here!"
"He also has a right to go where he's going."
"How do you know he didn't lie to you?"
"For christ sakes I've known him all his life!
The soldiers lower their weapons.
"Then what are we doing?"
"Killing a man who has no right to live."
"Who?"
"Dean F. Nathan."
CHAPTER 9: Angela
The platoon walks into a very similar city to the first one, after walking in they approach an apartment building. They step on the door mat when heavy machine guns open fire from all angles.
"SHIT!"
"TAKE COVER!"
Nathan and Brian run behind a wall, while the privates run to a nearby shed. A soldier turns to shoot and is shot twice in the head ripping his brain outside of his skull quickly and violently.
"HOLY SHIT!"
"I knew we shouldn't have trusted him!"
"I'm being shot at too!"
"Don't you bastards ever give up?"
Brian leans out and shoots one gunner in the leg with his rifle. His leg shatters causing him to fall over and turn his gun still firing shooting one of the other gunners in the chest ripping his organs out of his chest and
splattering blood on the wall behind him. Two more privates take shots at the assailant rupturing his spleen and effectively killing him.
"I thought you said we couldn't shoot you guys."
"These guys were on stationary turrets, they weren't able to move. Dean's gonna be a hell of a lot harder to kill."
"Bring it on."
A female centan bursts from the apartment building carrying a shotgun.
"What the 'ells going' on out here?"
"Angela!"
Angela was a very short centan at only 6 feet high, being the only centan on the planet with blue fur and grey eyes. She was an individual among all of the centans, in almost every way. She is most know for teaching most of the population in the city English.
"Nathan! Why in bloody hell did you come back to this asshole of a planet?"
"Quite a mouth on her."
"That's Angela all right!"
"How the hell did she learn English?"
"I taught her."
"How?"
"This planet's only .01 light years away from our station, so I taught her in small increments at a time through radio signals."
"So why did she yell it when she came out of the building?"
"I love this bui-iful language, better then that stuupid centan language."
"Apparently she developed a cockney accent, now? You don't speak like that Nathan."
"That's HER accent, you don't learn the accent when you learn the language."
"I see."
"You came 'ere for a reason din'in ya?"
"Where's Dean?"
"You STILL pissed at your brother, ain't ya?"
"He killed our father and I want to know why!"
"Well, he comes and leaves, never settles down with that Casey."
"CASEY? HE'S WITH CASEY?"
"Married."
"THAT FUCKING BASTARD! HE MARRIED MY GIRLFRIEND?!?"
"Well, you left."
"Not on purpose!"
"Still, it's partly Casey's fault."
"I'm gonna kick his ass."
"What the hell, I'll help you. Come on in."
CHAPTER 10: Casey
The troop walks into the apartment and walks up a flight of stairs and down a hallway and turns to a door. Angela turns to the door and puts the key in and twists it, the locks open and she turns the doorknob. She then
kicks the door open and the troop shivers from the impact.
"What the hell?"
"The door's always stuck."
Another female centan on the other side of the door as they walk in everyone aims their guns at her.
Casey was a very similar to Nathan and about the same height but had grey fur, one of the rarest among hair color. With blue eyes and a skinny waistline she could be considered the same attraction as a human blond. Very cunning and smart, she was taught English very quickly by Angela before her betrayal by marrying Dean.
"I'm not here to fight."
"Well your gonna get a fight bitch."
"Hey! You left this planet!"
"I would expect you to find someone, but DEAN? He killed my father!"
"You think he doesn't feel bad about it? He was his father too!"
"Then why did he kill him?"
"He never told me. You'll have to ask him that."
"Fat chance, I kill first, ask questions later."
"Can we discuss this in (*growl*) private?"
"S-sure. (*dammit she's hot*)"
Casey walks into the next room with Nathan and closes the door behind them. She walks over to a bed and lies down.
"(*yawn*) Would you please join me?"
"No, your not going to overwhelm me with your... your... why not?
Nathan approaches Casey in bed when she grabs him by the collar and pull him in with her. She reached down touching the base of his sheath making him shake a little. Slowly lowering her head she begins to lick the base of his now erecting penis. Nathan felt the roughness of her tongue but the pleasure out weighted the pain as she licked harder and faster. Now fully erect she now swallowed his dick reaching down to the base, repeating this motion even faster than the last. Nathan let out a moan as he streamed a burst of cum down Casey's throat as she drank it, looking up and licking her lips.
"Now, lets talk."
END OF PART 2
*Update: I'm making one of the characters from this story and I need help choosing from the following:
1: Nathan
2: Angela or
3: Casey
It will be in the form of a sculpture and will be no-yiff (sorry).
Comments welcome, what you liked, didn't like and where I need improvement.