Jungle Arena

Jungle Peril – Hunt for the Blood Diamonds

12:55 Matt_Cutter: ---Deep in the African Jungle---

13:01 AgentDerekSteel: My name is Agent Derek Steel and right now I’m carefully making my way towards the market in this small jungle village. Normally, the depths of the Congo would not be first choice for a vacation destination, but I’m not here for pleasure. This is business. Money for me. Lots of money. The Syndicate hired me to investigate rumours of a diamond deposit deep in the uncharted Jungle. If I could verify the location of the deposit, and obtain land rights, the Syndicate would pay me handsomely. Millions. It would set me up for a long time. Of course, they’d move in and strip mine the place once they’d gotten rights to the land, but hell, business was business.
13:02 AgentDerekSteel: I needed a guide, not being familiar with the land here about. I mean, I was at home in the Jungle, it was part of my training. But this wasn’t my home turf. But I’d found one. Name of Matt Cutter. No questions asked. The price was right.
13:02 AgentDerekSteel: Casually, I strolled into the village, walking up to Cutter’s establishment. I’d contacted him earlier, so he was expecting me. I looked around the village, appearing to the outsider to be casually disinterested. But the reality was far different. I was ready for violence and mayhem at the drop of a hat. The price to pay for being on the International Most Wanted list. But that suited me fine. I liked a challenge, and I could take care of myself.
13:04 AgentDerekSteel: I was good at hurting people. During my time in the UK Royal Marines, before I decided that crime paid better, I learned plenty of ways to hurt, break, maim and kill men with my fists and feet. Weighing in at 220lbs, standing 6’ tall, my body was a finely tuned fighting machine, covered in thick, lean, hairy muscle. I was also trained in interrogation, torture, infiltration, weapons handling to boot. I was wearing my trademark black boots, black jeans, and black muscle-hugging tight shirt, with my tactical belt strapped around my waist, containing my combat knife, my silenced pistol, ziptie, lockpicks, a metal nightstick and a taser. I knocked on his door. Time to go prospecting.
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13:07 Matt_Cutter: "Come in, it's unlocked." My feet are up on my desk as I am finishing my lunch. Bean soup and a loaf of bread that's hard as rubber at this point. Well, things like bread are like luxury here, as I have to take my land rover to the nearest real town, which is hours away, whenever I want to get something fancy like that. Who would have thought. Bread. I chomp it down anyway. I got a long day ahead of me and I need to be prepared.
13:12 Matt_Cutter: There's this British dude who needed the help with Cutter Enterprise. He needed a guide for this area so he could get to some mine which is off the map. Well, he's come to the right place. I pull my feet back and place the remaining crumb of bread on the desk. Grab that sleeveless shirt and put it on. Unbuttoned. This guy may not know that, but I have been in the Special Force before I "retired" to this little outback shed in the middle of the African Jungle. After I started Cutter Enterprise, I get all sorts of characters coming to me for my service. What's my service you ask? That would be me. And I gotta look the part. Lemme tell you I've encountered some dangerous folks here and my background in the military has gotten me out of trouble almost every time.
13:13 Matt_Cutter: I don't have a clue who this guy is, but as part of my motto, I don't ask questions. I finish putting on my shirt and look over, to see just what sort of character my next client is.

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13:18 AgentDerekSteel: I enter the door, and enter the small shop. I size up my guide with a glance, taking in his gear and his build. Hard muscled, toughened. He looks the part. And ... something more. There is a certain set in the way he's sitting, like he could be up on his feet in less than a second. He knows more than just Jungle survival. My eyes narrow. In my business, you learn how to size up men right fast. This fucker... I'd bet half my commission from the Syndicate he's ex-Military. I speak up after a second, turn my head and spit on the floor, then turn back, "Mr. Cutter. Name's Steel." I extend my hand. "You ready?"

13:24 Matt_Cutter: I see a big guy in front of me. Well, not like a huge dude but enough for me to know that you may be some kind of troublemaker. You don't venture this deep into the jungle alone if you're here for sightseeing. I grab your hand and give it a firm, hard shake. "Good Mr. Steel. Welcome to Cutter Enterprise." Looking over to that spit on the floor, "and don't do that again." I give your hand a tight squeeze before I let go of your hand. "You got the money? Half up front, half when we're back. $10,000, cash." I tell you as I grab my knapsack, and put a couple bottles of water in them. I make sure that you can see me putting a sharp surviving knife in my belt, before I turn back to you, expecting the first payment before we get moving.

13:29 AgentDerekSteel: I feel his handshake, hard, firm, no nonsense. My face breaks into a grin as he gives me a tight hard squeeze with his hand, and warns me off spitting on his floor. Strong fucker. I shrug, "Sure, I'll try not to offend your delicate sensibilities." He mentions the money, and I reach down to my tactical belt, which is loaded with various weapons I don't bother to try and conceal, open a pouch, and grab out a rolled up wad of 5,000$, held tight with a rubber band. You turn aside to grab your knapsack, and I catch sight of your knife. I'm sure you know how to use it, but then, so do I. Then, just as you turn back to me, I throw the wad of cash right in your face. "There. C'mon, let's get moving. I'm on a tight schedule."

13:35 Matt_Cutter: I chuckle hearing you attempt at a joke. These Brits never ceased to amaze me. And when you decide to pay up, I catch that wad of cash in my hand. "Keep your pants on," I say, as I made sure to count the bills, making sure that it's $5,000 US dollars... 47...48...49...50. "Good," I say to no one in particular, but am reassured that there's no funny business there. Not that I was expecting any. I put the cash in the drawer, before I grab an extra bottle of water and toss it to your face. "Here, free of charge." I say as I walk pass you and open the back door to the garage. The first thing you see is an old Land Rover 110 Defender, and I hope in. Turning the engine on, opening the passengers' door for ya. "Get in Princess..."

13:41 AgentDerekSteel: I note your reflexes, catching the wad easily before it hits your face. That was just my little test... confirming my earlier hypothesis. Yeah, you can fight all right, with reflexes like those, I'm sure of it now. Without blinking an eye, I likewise snatched the bottle of water you tossed my way out of the air, reached around, and shoved it into a side pocket of my backpack. Wouldn't mind beating the shit out of you, but well, I do need you more or less in one piece to guide me. But after... well, the Syndicate won't want anyone left who can tell stories. I follow you out, hefting my backpack as I walk through the backdoor into the garage. A Landrover. Of course, what else would I expect? I jump in the Landrover, remarking casually, "You want to experience what it's like to eat your own balls? Keep up the funny talk and I'll be happy to arrange it."

13:48 Matt_Cutter: "Now did I just offend your delicate sensibilities?" I laugh, step on the gas pedal and off we go. It's one of the most remote area of all of Africa, if not the world. It's one of the reasons why I chose to retire here. And I have spent enough time here in the past couple of years to know the area inside out. I didn't care enough to strike up any meaningful conversation with you in the first hour or so. You irked me in more ways than one. But as we are quickly approaching the old abandoned village that you've specified for me to take you to, I can't help but to ask. "It's none of my business, but what brings you to this part of the world?" Breaking my own rules a little, but I am a rule breaker. Given that there is something off about you, I had to ask. "It's just some old native village. Abandoned for years. You an archaeologist or something?" I take another look and add, "I must have been away for too long if you Indiana Jones are all roided up these days."

13:54 AgentDerekSteel: I ignore your feeble attempt at humour. I have other things on my mind. As we head off deeper into the jungle, I'm glad you keep your fat mouth shut. Let's me think in peace. Consider my next steps after I locate the diamond deposit. We drive over a ridge line, and for a moment I get a view of the jungle stretched out before me, and there, not far, I can see the roofs of a rundown village, quickly being reclaimed by the jungle before we drop once more below the canopy. The diamond deposit was reported to be just to the south of the village. Then you go and ruin my day by asking fucking questions. I turn to look at you, annoyed. "I'm not fucking paying you to play 20 questions, you dipshit. I didn't fucking come here for lovely vacation communing with this sweltering hellhole, now did I?" My black muscle-tight shirt is wet with my sweat. I fucking hate the heat, but I endure it. The money is worth it. "You want to see how roided I am? Keep asking questions."
13:55 AgentDerekSteel: "Now, take us about half a mile directly south of the village. We are looking for a rocky outcropping. And keep your fucking questions to yourself."

14:00 Matt_Cutter: "Easy there buddy, no need to get all worked up," I say. Apparently this guy is a bit of a psycho. Macho macho guy we have here. "And by that, I don't mean your sweat. It's getting all over my leather seats." Although I have been sweating a lot as well. The heat here is something you'll never get used to. Not when you're used to a mild summer and a killer -40C winter. Anyway, I just kept quiet for the next little while. Not that an
hing out of your mouth was intimidating. Far from it. It's just that your accent is really grating. I dunno which part of England you are from, but that's no Queen's English. We drive further south. We passed by a few places with some rocky formation. I let you examine every one of them to make sure you get the one that you want. And we finally get to one that actually looks like what you're looking for.
14:01 Matt_Cutter: There's a bunch of weird stuff in the jungle. Lots of minerals and rich deposits. I am starting to suspect that you may be after one of those. But now the question in my head is, just how did you manage to know.

14:05 AgentDerekSteel: I chuckle, for the first time since you met me. Sweat is absolutely pouring down your hard muscled arms and chest, and the scent of your sweaty musk would knock out a gorilla, and you have the balls to pass comment on my sweat? I pay close attention to the surroundings now, examining each outcropping until we find one that matches the configuration from the satellite photo I was given. I signal you, and you stop. I hop out, and make my way over the rough terrain. I examine the rocky face carefully, and walk around the outcropping a few times, effortlessly managing the rough terrain like I was born in the jungle. I find a small cave, and poke my head in. I squat down, and grab a rock. I take it out into the sunlight, and hold it up. I let out a loud whistle. It's a diamond, rough, uncut, about half the size of my fist. FUCK ME. I ask you, throwing the question over my shoulder, "Who owns this land?" I suspect it was tribal land. But I wanted confirmation.

14:14 Matt_Cutter: I have to remind myself to pick up some deodorant the next time I am in town. I am mentally scheduling a trip to the nearest town as soon as I drop your stupid ass back. My thought was cut short when you signal me to stop at one of the larger rock outcropping. Fuck me, is this what I think it is? And when I see the reflection of the diamond, any doubts in my head of what you're here for is erased. One of those fortune seekers. Probably got out of the army and too fucked up to live a normal life. Hey, that's actually something that I can relate to, though I don't fancy myself as the big fuckin' asshole you carry yourself to me. Anyway, you toss me the question that I was half expecting. I have been waiting, hands on my hips as I kept wiping sweat off my forehead. "It's tribal land. It belongs to the nkosii tribe here."
14:14 Matt_Cutter: I add, "and don't you even think about it."

14:19 AgentDerekSteel: You give me the answer I need. "The Nkosii tribe. Great. Time to go convince them that it's in their best interests to sign the land over to me." It seems clear that you are not happy about my plan. "What's the matter, fuckwit? They your friends or something? You all pally with them? You fucking their women? Or more likely," I look you up and down with a sneer, ", getting fucked by their men?" Seems like you are likely to interfere with my plans. Seems like I'm gonna have to take steps. That suits me just fine. My muscles ripple with power, as the anticipation of kicking your fucking ass surges through me.

14:26 Matt_Cutter: Something about you tells me that you're one of those fuckers who're gonna exploit these natives. This Nkosii tribe is one of the "lost" tribes of Africa as they call it. Why? They've been cut off from modern civilizations. So much so that they've often been referred to the lost tribe. They don't work in our usual monetary system, and I have seen enough corporate, land hungry assholes to know that you're gonna to fuck with the order here. "Hey easy there big guy." Seeing your muscles ripple, sensing that you want some kind of physical confrontation. Not that I will have any trouble kicking your ass, I thought to myself, but I just did my laundry and I don't wanna have to deal with getting blood stain off my favourite shirt. If I'm wearing anything else it'd be a different story.
14:29 Matt_Cutter: While you called me fuckwit, I can't help but to think that you're the fuckwit here. Even as you are threatening me, I am the one with the big smile here. Just take one look at where we are and there's no question as to who has the power here. Well, there is no way that I am gonna lead you to the village, and there is no way that you will find it on your own by foot. So all I have to do is to distract you enough and drive back. I can either come back for you, or leave you out for dead here. Well, I am a nice guy, I think I will just come back with one of the local army guys I know. Get your sorry ass in jail for a bit before sending you back home.
14:31 Matt_Cutter: Hatching up a plank as we speak, "I don't know what kind of African fetish you have here, but lemme tell you this..." I say, seeing how you're listening, I reach for a revolver I've kept hidden all this time and point towards your direction. I take a shot, purposefully missing, just to buy me time so that I could rush over to the land rover.

14:38 AgentDerekSteel: I watch you closely as you react to my statement. I listen, but more importantly I watch. I look relaxed, but I'm not. My eyes catch the slight movement as your hand darts down inside your trousers. Fuck that's some fast reflexes. You have a gun out and fire off a shot in my direction. But I'm already on the move, diving to the side, and shoulder rolling. Your shot goes way wide. I realize that you weren't aiming at me. You wanted to create a distraction so you could reach your rover. Didn't really matter, I could make it back on foot easy if I wanted, I remembered the path back, every detail. I was paying attention. But then you make a serious mistake, and turn your back on me. I could have fucking blown your brains out with my own pistol as you ran for the Landrover. But I don't want you dead. You are gonna guide me to this Nkosii tribe.
14:40 AgentDerekSteel: My hand darts down to my tactical belt, and pulls out a long coiled bullwhip from a pouch, and with my own lightning fast reflexes, I crack the whip and set it snapping out to wrap itself around your ankle as you dart for the Landrover, yanking hard, my sweaty, hairy muscle rippling with brute power and precision skill. "You are so fucked Matt. You messed with the wrong man."

14:46 Matt_Cutter: As soon as I fired the shot, I turn and make a mad dash to the rover. I was so sure that I've covered enough distance to make it back and start the engine before can even think of catching up with me. But, seemingly out of nowhere, something wraps around my ankle and my entire body gets yanked down to the ground and back towards you. My shirt ripped by some of the stones on the ground. "Shut, that's my favourite shirt!" I finally managed to yank my leg free but you've closed the distance significantly now. There is nowhere that I can make it to the rover now. I get up, tossing my ripped shirt to the ground. "you own me a new shirt." I say, whipping out that blade you saw earlier. I don't care about any plans now. Plans never work anyway. I rush over at you and make a swipe on that arm you have holding the whip.

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14:54 AgentDerekSteel: I surge forward as you quickly recover from my surprise move. You react not just like a soldier, but ex-special forces, rapidly freeing your leg, and regaining your footing, drawing your knife, all in one smooth movement. Judging by your Canadian accent, I have you pegged as former JTF-2. Tough sons of bitches, they are. This is gonna be a challenge. I get a good look at your sweaty muscled torso as you toss your shirt aside. Hard muscle. I'm still holding my whip, but you are too close for me to use it properly. I'm planning on striking the side of your head with the end of the handle, but I misjudge your speed and that knife of yours scores a cut on my muscled forearm, I pull back fast enough to keep the cut from being serious, but I grunt slightly in pain, pulling that arm back, dropping the bullwhip as I do.
14:55 AgentDerekSteel: My free hand darts out, drive a fist for your muscled short ribs while my knee smashes up, targeting your crotch, while my right hand, blood dripping down my arm, grabs my own thick, wicked combat knife, holding it at the ready. I grin. "Mate, you can't even afford what you owe me after pulling that gun on me. You are so fucked."

15:03 Matt_Cutter: Things are getting interesting. You have got some quick reflexes and I can tell that this is not your first dance. Could be a mercenary, could be an ex-special force guy like myself. But I am still kicking myself for not noticing you carrying a bullwhip all this time. I guess you do fancy yourself as Indiana Jones of sorts. I act quickly, but you are even faster than I thought. Even though I managed to get you to drop that whip, you pull your arm back just in time to avoid any serious damage, and I see through the corner of my eye, your knee coming up between my legs. I take a step back, but couldn't quite avoid that shot to my ribs. I stagger back, cradling my side as I look up. Seeing how you have your knife out as well. "Keep repeating that to yourself, Derek. The one who's gonna get fucked here is you." I say, taking a step forward to take a swipe at your chest. Or that's what I faked anyway, to get you to react so I can take a shot at your kidney w. my non knife wielding fist.

15:08 AgentDerekSteel: You avoid my knee to your nuts, but not my fist to your ribs. I can tell by your reaction that it hurt. You step forward to take a swipe at my chest, and I lean back to avoid the shot, before realizing it was a feint. Your free hand whips around, landing a clubbing blow on my kidneys, making me stagger and grunt. Fuck, that was a good move. My back is throbbing. But I don't hesitate, suddenly smoothly dropping to one knee, getting under your guard, and driving my knife in a stabbing thrust towards your thick muscled quad while my left hand darts up to seize your knife wrist from beneath, my fingers instinctively stabbing deep in the tendons of your wrist to try and make you drop your blade. Almost conversationally, I grunt out, "JTF-2, I reckon. You boys are crack shots, some of the best snipers on earth, but your hand to hand fucking sucks."

15:14 Matt_Cutter: My fist connecting with your kidney. I am fighting through the pain from your earlier shot to press on an advantage. Since it's a fight that you wanted, I will give you one. But what I didn't know is you know how to fight. You really know how to fight, not only taking my blow like a tank, but you getting under my guard and stab me right in my quad. ARGHHHHHHHHHH I scream as my eyes widen, your other and quickly seizing my knife wielding wrist before I have time to react, and when you start twisting on that knife, my body goes numb for a brief second, trying to deal with the pain. For the first time, my friendly demeanour dropping, surprised by what's coming out of your mouth as much as I'm surprised by your combat skills. " What the hell do YOU know about JTF-2!"..." I say, gritting my teeth bearing the searing pain on my thigh, and throw my elbow towards your head.

15:19 AgentDerekSteel: My blade sinks deep into your quad, it's a savage wound, and it's gonna slow you down. Sinking a blade into a man's hard muscle ... it's like sex to me, and your scream of pain is like foreplay. I can feel the shock my words have on you, in combination with the pain of my assault. I really caught you off guard. It was a guess on my part, but an educated one. I've almost got you to drop that knife, when you send your free elbow down to the top of my head. I see white for a moment. Fuck... he's a strong bastard. Pain is sheeting through my skull, but I grit my teeth, and don't let go of my grip on your knife hand. I leave my own knife sticking out of your thigh, as a trickle of blood drips down my head. Your elbow busted me open. With my grip on your knife wrist, I push your arm up, having to dig deep to push past the pain in my skull, but I'm a tough fucker.
15:21 AgentDerekSteel: My right fist coils up, my muscle bulges, and I fire a massive, heavy blow towards your wide open obliques with savage power and brutal intent. At the same time, I smash my knee into the hilt of my knife sticking out of your muscled quad, snarling, "I know way more than you could possibly imagine..." Then I take another shot in the dark. "Like the reason you left JTF-2 in the first place. Do you think I'm stupid?" It's all mind games. To get inside his head, make him doubt himself, give me the advantage I need.

15:27 Matt_Cutter: My elbow smashing at the side of your head, but you are one tough son of a bitch. Even as blood trickles down your head, I don't feel you letting up. Instead, you push my arm up, UGHHHHHHHHHH feeling the sudden intense pain on my joint as my fingers open, my own knife dropping. You don't let up, the next thing I know, your fist comes straight for my obliques. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH I cry out from the pain, and your knee smashes that knife deeper into my quad. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH. My screams scaring even the birds as they jet from the canopies. I drop to my knees. You holding my arm up whole the rest of my body sags. My sweaty body reeks. I cough and try to regroup. "You don't know me..." I say, even as my body's limp for a moment, I reach in for my revolver with my free hand, quickly moving it to your chest as I try to fire a shot at you to end this little game you're playing. I don't fucking care if I am gonna kill a man today. Esp. someone like you.

15:33 AgentDerekSteel: My savage assault drops you to your knees, and your cries of agony once more serenade me. You even drop your knife. The smell of your fear is mixed in with your sweat, as your musky scent washes over me. Fucking delightful. Your sweat mixes with the blood leaking out of your wounded thigh. My fist nearly fucking craters your obliques, making you go limp. I snarl at you, about to reply, but then I catch your free hand dropping to grab the revolver tucked into your waist band. My own right hand is on the job, smashing into your wrist, deflecting your aim at the last moment, sending that bullet not at my chest, but instead through the thickly muscled bicep of your trapped right arm, still held by my left. I grunt, my thick muscle surging as I fight to control your left gun wielding hand, trying to turn it to face your head. Suddenly, I stand up to give me more leverage, firing my knee like a wrecking ball into your left ribs with a savage strike.
15:35 AgentDerekSteel: I snarl, "You underestimated me, Cutter." I take another stab in the dark... "You think your exit didn't make enemies? Enemies that are willing to pay for the privilege of your company?" I might be totally off base, but I'm making educated guesses.. Deducing that a former Canadian JTF-2 in Africa is hiding from something... trying to escape his past. There is a good chance that some part of his past wants him. I'll have to check up with my contacts when this is over and see if I'm right. I'm a good guesser though.

15:42 Matt_Cutter: "fuck..." I groan out loud when you catch my left hand, expertly deflecting my shot as I fucking shot myself in my own bicep. I scream through my lungs. The pain is intense and blood gush out from the wound. The next thig I know, your knee smashes into my left ribs, as I drop further, nearly crashing to the ground, but you keep that grip on my numb right arm, while you twist my left wrist so that I have my own gun pointing into my own fucking face! UGHHHHHHHHHHHH My mouth hanging wide as I gasp for air. You see this pained filled look on my face. But not only pain, but also rage. Then you see the confusion in my eyes. As I take in what you said. How the hell did you know who I am? Even if you have my name, our records at the JTF-2 are classified. There is no way you would know. My mind racing, as I am trying my best to deal with the pain. I need to buy time. The shots we fired might have alarmed some tribesmen nearby. Or some predators who smelled blood. I just needed some...
15:43 Matt_Cutter: distractions so I can turn this whole thing around. But I still can't get over how you know who I am, or my past. "Who... are you..." I grit my teeth and ask, panting, sweat pouring as blood drips.

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15:52 AgentDerekSteel: It takes a lot of muscle and determination, but finally my right hand muscles your gun-wielding left so it's pointed at your own head. I feel your ribs nearly cave in from my smashing strike as your own bicep, torn to fuck by your own bullet, drips blood everywhere. Then, you ask me who I am. I smile. Then, holding your wrecked right arm, I stand up, dropping your left hand as I do. I grunt, twist, and heave, judo flipping your wounded, hard muscled body over my shoulder to smash you savagely to the jungle floor, your right bicep torn up with a bullet wound, your right quad still has my knife sticking deep in your muscled quad, your ribs all bruised up. The gun goes flying when I judo toss you down. I look down, and spit in your face, smiling. "My full name is Derek Steel. I think you know who I am." I'm sure you do. My exploits on behalf of the Syndicate are widely known in certain circles.

15:59 Matt_Cutter: Getting lifted up on my right arm, I feel the searing pain on my wound, before I get lifted up and flipped through the air. UGHHHHHHHHHH I land on my back. My gun flying out from my left hand. And your spitting really did it for me. "You think you are hot shit Derek Steel." as I slowly get to my good knee, using my left hand pulling that knife out as I toss it to the side. "But let me tell you this, nobody spits on my floor. Nobody spits on me." I say as I rush and tackle you down with my left shoulder, tacking to the ground. Getting on top of you as I grab that knife from my quad and press it down towards your chest. UGHHHHHHHHHHH my sweat soaked left cep bulging, you know I am going for the kill. My blood and sweat dripping down onto you.

16:05 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, I receive quite the shock as Matt Cutter shows me just how tough he is. Grudgingly, I feel my respect for the tough bastard ratchet up several notches as he rips the knife out of his quad with his left hand. Spitting on him really triggered this fucker. Who would have known? Before I have time to react, the wounded jungle man is diving into me, his left shoulder smashing into my core like a MAC truck, his thick muscled battle-damaged body driving me down on my back, I hit my head on a rock on the way down, and my eyes cross, more blood seeping out of a new wound on the back of my head. Wielding my own blade in your left hand, you drive it for my hard muscled chest. Too stunned to react immediately, the blade sinks into my thick muscled chest about an inch.
16:07 AgentDerekSteel: I scream in agony, my own right hand reacting on pure instinct to save my life, seizing your wrist, as every muscle in my arm turns harder than steel, exerting every ounce of my willpower and strength to keep that blade from sinking in any further, fighting the ringing in my ears. I look up into your face, gasping, then suddenly, I snarl, and deliberately spit up right in your face, even as your sweat is dripping down on my jaw, your heavy musk washing over me. I lift my left arm, gather my power, and smash it brutally into the side of your jaw, your ruined right arm unable to block my blow. "I'll fucking spit where ever the fuck I like, you little Canadian maggot."

16:14 Matt_Cutter: I take joy in your head smashing against the rock. Don't get me wrong. I am not one of those sadistic bastard who get off from killing someone, but man, this feels good to kick your ass. And I am about to finish the job. I feel the knife digging into your rock hard chest. Flexing hard, jamming it deeper, staring into your eyes as my sweat and spits drip down onto your face. "Why don't you just die..." I say, a hint of frustration in the tone of my voice. But I am fucking determined. This may just be my toughest gig since I started Cutter Enterprise...
16:19 Matt_Cutter: Flexing even harder as I press harder down on the knife. You are wounded by the fall. And now if I can get the knife a couple of inches deeper. UGHHHHHHHHH but suddenly, as I am focusing hard on this task, you spit on my face, catching me off guard, enough to smash your left elbow to the side of my jaw. Knocking me off you as I drop to my side. I shake my head, trying to shake off the cobweb, but something caught my eye. That bullwhip of yours, which is right next to me. The revolver got knocked a few feet away, and I have no time. So I grab that whip, using my good arm to wrap the whip a few times around your fuckin neck. I start to choke ya hard with your own bullwhip. "Spit on this, Indiana Jones!" I snarl as I pull harder on the whip, getting up on my feet. Steadying myself on my injured leg, but pressing my other foot down onto your shoulder to increase the pressure.

16:25 AgentDerekSteel: I bash your jaw, sending you rolling off me, but as tough as I am, even I need a few moments to gather my wits after that. My shirt is cut, and the fabric of my black shirt is soaked with blood, the wound in my chest is deep and hurts like fuck, even as the roaring in my ears doesn't stop. I groan, and cough, starting to sit up, but I obviously didn't hit you hard enough. Suddenly, you are on top of me, wrapping my own bullwhip around my thick corded neck. Just in the nick of time, I wedge my hand under the whiplash, to protect my throat somewhat. But then you stand up, and brace yourself on your good leg, pulling hard, crushing my neck and my hand. I gasp and gargle, spots in front of my eyes as you taunt me. My hand instinctively scrabbles on the jungle floor, finding a rock.
16:25 AgentDerekSteel: I seize it, and hurl it up at your chin with all my remaining force, pulling back my boot at the same time, pulling my knee to my chest and kicking up, driving my boot deep into your crotch with a grunt and gasp as spots dance in front of my eyes.

16:30 Matt_Cutter: I am dead focused on choking you out, pulling hard, flexing hard on my good arm, that I missed seeing you grabbing that rock. You hurl it up towards my chin, I manage to move my head away at the last second, but I have not anticipated your kick as you drive it deep into my crotch. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH fuck, my eyes widen as I stagger back, loosening my grip on the whip. UGHHHHHHHHHH but I need to press on. Though my crotch is on fire. "You dirty son of a bitch..." I groan, holding my crotch with my good arm, but I fight back the pain, and kick up, my boot thrusting towards the back of your head looking to knock you down!

16:37 AgentDerekSteel: You avoid the rock I throw at your head, but not my boot. I gasp in relief as the pressure lets up. I want to lay down... collect myself, but there is time to rest when I'm dead. I can't give this tough bastard any quarter. He's too good. I start to sit up, ripping the bullwhip off my neck, chest heaving, bleeding. "You fucking ruined my best shirt, you bastard." I snarl. Then, you come at me, nursing your throbbing balls, you launch a kick towards the back of my head. If I let that blow land, it will knock me the fuck out. I whip my arm behind my head, and take the boot on my forearm instead, deflecting your kick. My arm screams in pain, the kick nearly fucking broke my arm, but I don't falter, fighting through the fog in my concussed head. You are off balance, all your weight resting on your wounded leg. Savagely, as I sit there, I pull back my boot and fucking kick you hard in the kneecap, throwing every ounce of power I have into that blow.

16:42 Matt_Cutter: Watching you desperately trying to pull your bullwhip from your neck, you even saying how I ruined your best shirt. I know you're getting pissed. All your skills and techniques get thrown out the window when you're all worked up. That's what I am banking on anyway. To find that perfect window or opportunity to knock you out. I am so close. So fuckin' close when you lift your arm and block my boot. Fuck. I land on my feet, but my knees wobble, still reeling from that deep knife wound, and you kick me hard in my kneecap. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I scream as I land flat on my stomach. Feel like you've crushed my knee cap. "You bastard..." I groan. Pulling my head over my left arm, breathing heavily, as I try to lift my left knee just to make sure that it still works.

16:45 AgentDerekSteel: I kick your leg out, and you fall flat on your face. Groaning, dripping blood, I roll over on top of your back as you lay out face first. I reach forward and grab your hair, my knees straddling your torso, chest heaving, my sweat and blood dripping down on top of you beneath the Jungle canopy. "Like I said before Cutter, you messed with the wrong fucking man." I yank back on your head by my grip on your hair, savagely torquing your neck, opening up your jaw. I swing down my right fist to your undefended and exposed handsome jaw, your right arm ruined, unable to block me as the blow smashes into your jaw like a wrecking ball.

16:49 Matt_Cutter: You act fast, real fast. All my years in the Canadian Special Forces, and I still couldn't catch up with just how fast you are (though I have not been active for a few years at this point). And you climb on top of me, grabbing me by my hair before you yank my head up, UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my head torque painfully to the side as my eyes flutter. I try to lift my left arm but your fist is coming down from the other side, smashing hard against my jaw, nearly breaking it upon impact as I scream. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Fuck! with one punch you've just brutally dislocated my jaw.

16:53 AgentDerekSteel: I love the feel of my fist smashing into a man's jaw. Again... it's like fucking sex. I growl. It's time to finish this fight. I drop down, while you are stunned, blood dripping out of your bashed mouth, wrapping my right arm around your neck, fighting to secure a brutal sleeper choke. I whisper in your ear as I spit on the back of your head, "You are fucked Cutter."

16:58 Matt_Cutter: I feel your strong, steel like cep wrapping around my throat. I start to choke, my eyes bulging. My legs thrashing underneath, despite the fuckin' pain on my quad. UGHHHHHHHHHHHH You fucking spit on me again. And I know if I don't get out of this, I will be fucked. I summon enough strength to pull my left (good) arm from under. I ram my elbow back towards your ribs. "I...." BAMMMMM "don't..." BAMMMMM "like...." BAMMMM "being..." BAMMMMMM "spit..." BAMMMMM "on!..." BAMMMMMM managing to put more strength behind it, from the adrenaline rush I am feeling through the pain, despite being choked.

17:01 AgentDerekSteel: FUCK!!! Once again, you prove to me how tough you are. As I'm working to secure the choke, your left elbow drives up into my ribs like a spear. You instinctively target the sensitive short ribs. Pure physical instinct forces me to drop the choke, as I roll off you, holding my ribs and wincing. My head is throbbing as I groan, staggering up to my feet, raising my fists, backing up, needing some space to get my spinning head under control, feeling the grill of your Land rover against my back.

17:04 Matt_Cutter: I cough, my hand reaching up to rub on my throat. My right arm is as good as useless. My left quad still feeling the searing pain. I then use my good hand to readjust my jaw. FUCKKKKKKKKKK! the pain is intense, but I have fought through worse. I see how you are holding your ribs, and I am fighting blindly now. Any techniques out the window. I rush at you with my left shoulder, smashing it against your ribs, driving your body against the grill of my Rover. I pull back and do it again, rushing you like a mad bull!

17:09 AgentDerekSteel: My chest is heaving as you stagger to your feet. I groan. My head fucking hurts... blood dripping down the back of my skull from hitting that rock earlier. I feel temporarily dazed as the borrowed fumes I've been running on for the last minute or so give out. Consequently, I don't see you bull rushing me until too late, when your left shoulder suddenly smashes into my hard muscled core, my ribs screaming with pain. You drive your shoulder in over and over.. and I feel a sickening crack in my left ribs as you manage to break one. Like a shot of adrenaline, the pain suddenly knocks the fog aside, and as you come in to charge me again, I spin aside, out of the way, as your smashes into the Landrover's grill, a spray of blood erupting. Grunting, I stand up, screaming as my ribs protest savagely.
17:11 AgentDerekSteel: I'm on your right side as you are bent over, stunned from smashing your head into the grill. I grab your ruined right arm, and push it up, opening your own right hand ribs up wide. Savagely, I lift my knee into your muscled ribs with a sickening crunch. The blow costs me to, aggravating my own ribs, but I don't let up, driving that knee into your exposed right side over and over and over.

17:15 Matt_Cutter: I keep coming at you, but somehow, you manage to spin aside, out of my way as I smash head first into the grill of my car. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I am stunned, driving my head right into the hard metal. And you get a whiff of my reeking pits as you lift my right arm up high. As I am dazed, my ribs wide open, before your smash your knee into them hard. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH I scream, feeling something breaking inside, and you do it again, and again. ARGHHHHHHH ARGHHHHHHHHH I am getting sick from the sickening crunch. My ribs caving in, as your knee keeps coming. ARGHHHHHHHHH ARGHHHHHHHHH until my body sags, knees buckling, but you hold me up by my right arm. I try to cradle my ribs, moaning, nearly passing out from the pain.

17:20 AgentDerekSteel: Wincing in pain, holding my broken ribs, I'm rewarded by the crunching crack as I fracture your own ribs, my knee blasting past the slabs of heavy muscle protecting your core to unleash destruction and devastation on your body. You scream over and over. The scent of your musk rising from your right arm washes over me, the sweat of my own sweaty musk likewise filling your nose. Your body starts to sag and your knees buckle. That's when, chest heaving, every breath sending lightning bolts of agony through my ribs I grab the hair on the back of your head, pull up and twist, shoving your back against the grill. I spit in your face, with a hate filled snarl, "I'll fucking spit wherever I fucking want, you Canadian piece of shit. Like I said, you JTF-2 boys are crack shots... but you can't fight worth a fuck."
17:22 AgentDerekSteel: I measure you, and smash my right fist into your jaw with a sickening crunch, your head snapping savagely. But my left hook meets your jaw on the way, crunching into it with even more savage force, blood exploding from the impact as your head is violently snapped to the other side. Then, I dig my right fist in an uppercut deep into your broken body, letting out a groan of pain as the movement aggravates my own broken rib, then I follow that up by burying my left fist in another savage uppercut, impacting like an armor piercing-missile in the middle of the shattered ribs on your right side.

17:27 Matt_Cutter: I can smell that musk from your sweaty muscles, as you are really working 'em hard. After breaking my ribs, you grab me by the back of my head, pulling me up and shoving me hard against the grill of my rover. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I feel your wad landing on my face, I need you to know how I feel about you spitting on me again. Just as I open my mouth to talk back, your fist lands right against my jaw. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH my head snapping to the side, and your other fist smashes hard against the other side of my face. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH you breaking my jaw upon impact. Spits flying out. I've never quite felt such pain before. Don't even have time to catch a breath when you follow all that up with a uppercut to my core. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH fuck! the pain is incredibly intense even as I scream. Another crunch, breaking the right side of my ribs. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH the jungle filled with my screams of agony.

17:32 AgentDerekSteel: I'm fucking enraged. You nearly took me out, and that doesn't happen every day. I pride myself on my record of successful missions, it's why the Syndicate pays me top dollar, cause I deliver. And you nearly took me out. For some reason, that pisses me off even more. I'm gonna fucking break you. I step back, chest heaving, adrenaline almost overriding the heavy pain signals from my aching skull and broken ribs. I lean my body back on my left boot, and with savage precision, drive my right boot in a spinning back kick, sinking my boot with sickening force deep into the pit of your muscled battle-damaged gut. I turn around, chest heaving after delivering that brutal kick. I step up into you, as you are slumped against the grill, and raise my left knee up once, twice, like a jackhammer, smashing into your busted gut, looking to totally shatter your muscled core.

17:37 Matt_Cutter: As my body sags against my own car, I try to stay on my feet, looking up. For a moment, hoping that this is all just a fucking dream. But the pain is too real. Way too real for this to be a dream, and the reality is starting to sink in. There's a look of helplessness in my eyes as I look into your face. Struggling to keep myself upright when you drive your boot into my gut. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH spits and blood flying from my lips, and my body starts to drop, but before I drop far, your left knee slams hard against my gut. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH I scream, ARGHHHHHHHHHH feeling something inside of me breaking. You're taking me beyond my pain threshold, and as long as my body's leaning against my rover, it feels like there's no fuckin' escape.

17:46 AgentDerekSteel: I stand in front of you, my thick thighs pressed against yours, the blood from the stab wound on your right quad soaking my trousers, my weight keeping you up, as your broken muscle flops against me. My forehead is up against yours, and my eyes drill into you like two lasers. "I warned you fucker, you fucked with the wrong man." I spit in your face again, my bloody dribble splatting against your cheek, running down your broken jaw, the glazed look in your eyes is pure delight to my senses. Then, I drill my fist up into your gut. Your hard muscled abs are soft as jelly now, and my fist sinks into your muscled core like an invader, driving savage destruction deep into your guts. I grunt, and fire my other fist in a short tight uppercut, once more sinking deep into your ravaged, collapsing core. All that tough muscle... shattered. Your strength... fucking decimated. Then, I roar, spitting again in your face, "I'll fucking SPIT WHERE EVER THE FUCK I WANT."
17:46 AgentDerekSteel: And slam my right fist so deep into your abs, your whole body folds over my fist and it's only stopped by your spine, utterly gutting you.

17:52 Matt_Cutter: My body starts sagging again, but you take a step forward, as we stand toe to toe, you use your own body to basically keep me upright. My hot breath on your face, the pain in my eyes, on my face is hard to miss. I am moaning, jaw broken, core more than broken as you taunt me once more spitting on my face. My eyes flutter, your blood and spit all over my face, before I feel your fists sinking deep into my battered abs. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH they're soften to a point that your fist feels like it's a hot knife through butter. I gasp loudly, eyes popping wide. Coughing. The pain is fucking incredible. Can hardly handle it when your other fist slams deep into my core. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my eyes start to dim. The pain is overwhelming all my sense. Shutting down my body. Sweat pouring, breathing starts to shallow as I find myself collapsing forward. Starting to fade, folding up, draping against your fist.

17:57 AgentDerekSteel: You are practically out on your feet after that final punch to your core, your tough, muscled body so broken that my fist in your guts is the only thing holding you up. I reach up, grab your hair, and yank you back up to your feet. I wince, my own ribs killing me, but that just makes me angrier at you. Your eyes are half closed, you are hanging onto consciousness by the merest thread. Grudgingly, I admit, you are one tough fucker. I spit AGAIN in your face, snarling as I hold you up by your hair, "You fucking JTF-2 boys... you aren't in the same league as the Royal Marines. Canadian pussies." Then, I swing my fight fist in a massive overhand hook that smashes with so much power into your jaw I'm sure it fractures it in a few new places, and sends your body spinning, rolling up and over the top of your hood, over the side to collapse like a sack of smashed meat into the ground beside your Rover.

18:01 Matt_Cutter: In my many fights, I have never been broken like this. Not even close. I find myself experiencing a new realm of pain. Folding over your fist like some wet laundry, hanging by a thread to stay conscious. Though at this point, it'd be you showing some mercy if you put me out. And you do, but not before smudging the name of JTF-2, insulting my past, before you shatter my jaw with a huge right hook that knocks me out at an instant. I drop onto my side. My muscular torso caved in in several places. Body twitching as I look done. Well-done. Sweat and blood all over my body.

18:04 AgentDerekSteel: I lean there, against your Rover, holding my ribs, testing them, cursing as the adrenaline wears off, and the pain, which had been pushed to the background, now took center stage. "FUCKING SHIT FACED CANADIAN CUNT EATING BASTARD!" I roar, kicking your twitching body in the side a few times, each boot casing your broken, hard muscled body to spasm, sending more blood spraying out of your mouth. I pick you up, and ransack your trousers, removing all your weapons, your wallet, and your keys, before tossing you in the back of the Land Rover like a pile of garbage. I decided then and there that I was gonna keep you alive, for now.
18:06 AgentDerekSteel: I gingerly eased myself into the driver's seat, and took possession of my new Land Rover. I remembered something about that village we'd passed through... a mound of dirt, a very distinctive shape, off to one side, which probably explained why it was abandoned. I grinned to myself. Until I hit a bump, and cursed again as my ribs shifted.
18:08 AgentDerekSteel: I needed Cutter alive for one simple reason, he'd make my job easier. I needed his connections and his knowledge of the locals to make sure I managed to get my hands on the Nkosii tribe and make sure they understood the situation, to clear the way for the Syndicate to move in and start mining.
18:11 AgentDerekSteel: I reached the abandoned village, it was just past noon, the sun was overhead, and it was fierce. First, I stripped the broken, knocked out Canadian of his clothes, he was buck naked now. Then, I laid him out in the centre of the village, and staked his arms and legs spread eagled, his broken body taking the full brunt of the sun, starting to cook his white skin, his caved in ribs, his stabbed quad, the gunshot mangled remains of his right arm, his broken jaw distorted sickeningly. The broken Canadian was a sight of beauty. Finally, with a grin, I stood over the Canadian, freed my dick, and with a sigh, pissed right in his face, to wake him up.

18:18 Matt_Cutter: The pain was too much. And once you knocked me out, I am out deep. You have fucked me up so bad that I failed to wake even as my body hits the back of the rover. Even as you strip me. Even as you stake my arms and legs in the centre of the village. I only come to, abruptly, when I feel the warm piss splashing all over my face. UGHHHHHHHHHHH my head moving from side to side. I nearly drown in your fuckin' piss. Coughing. Fuck, my body aching all over, and as soon as I jolt awaken the pain came back right away. To make things worse, the bright afternoon sun is beginning to fry my skin. UGHHHHHHHHHHH especially hurt in the wounds. UGHHHHHHHHHHHH I cough.... "What... the fuck do you want..." I say. Or I tried to say anyway. My jaw fracture in places, it hurts to even make a sound, not sure how much of what I said is audible. But I know that, the fact that you kept me alive means that you need me for something. But exactly what, I don't know. As my mind is preoccupied by the incredible pain
18:18 Matt_Cutter: all over my spread eagled body. Am feeling too weak to even try and struggle out of them.

18:21 AgentDerekSteel: I squat down beside you, wincing as the motion aggravates my ribs. I took the time to tape them up with the first aid kit I found in my new Land Rover, but they are gonna remind me of your fucking ugly face for a while. I smile as you mumble something that is only just intelligible. But I can make it out, just. A question. Then, I spit in your face again, the spittle dribbling down over your distorted jaw, mixing with my urine. "What the fuck do I want you ask? That's simple Cutter. I want your full cooperation. You know the land, the locals, the situation here. You are gonna help me ensure that the Syndicate has an easy time moving in to start mining that diamond deposit."

18:26 Matt_Cutter: Just seeing you squatting down, getting closer to me is making my body flinch in reflex, which aggravates the pain even more. UGHHHHHHHHHHH I moan from the pain, my eyes fluttering as I look up. I can still taste your fuckin' piss, and now you spit down my face. My jaw is so broken that I can't even spit them out, or try to. You can only read from my eyes, that panicked look in my eyes when I realized that I have became an unwilling pawn in your operation here. The Syndicate, and Diamond, the tribes. Someone I am the one who connected all these parties together. Unknowingly. Just how I am gonna help, I dunno, but I don't like the sound of this. As you see me flexing, which made me groan louder as I feel the pain right away.

18:31 AgentDerekSteel: I stand up, conversationally, looking at the sun overhead. I move back into the shade of a nearby abandoned hut, calling out, "You ever seen what happens to a pale assed Canadian pussy like yourself when you've been left to cook in the sun all day? It's like free barbecue for all the local wildlife. In particular..." I saunter out of the shade, and grab a protein bar from my pocket. I tear the wrapping, and break off a chunk. I crumble it up, and walk out of your line of sight for a moment, near a mound not far away. I begin to make a trail of crumbs from the mound to your broken, sun-baked Canadian body, speaking conversationally. "Take the African Safari Ant for instance. I'm sure you noticed that mound near the village when we drove past. I doubt I have to lecture you on the African army ant's habits and food preference, do I?"
18:33 AgentDerekSteel: I watch curiously as the ants begin to slowly follow the trail of crumbs, more of them gathering as they begin to get closer and closer to your broken body. "Let's perform a scientific experiment, shall we mate? Let's find out how long it will take you to die from being eaten alive by African Safari Ants, shall we? Or ... maybe you'd like to help me? That's still an option... for now. But take your time." I watch as the first ant discovers your body, scenting your bleeding wound on your right bicep. The ant crawls up and with huge pincer like jaws, bits your mangled flesh. It doesn't take long before another approaches.

18:39 Matt_Cutter: My body tensing up, as I am sweating profusely. Not only from the sun, but from hearing what you are saying. Because what you said is 100% true. I know the African Safari Ants, and you are actually mistaken if you think you think I will last as long as one whole day if you leave me here like this. My muscles start shaking when I look helplessly on, when you deliberately leave a trail of crumbled up protein bar over my stretched out muscles. I start to scream, screaming through my fractured jaw when I feel that huge pincer like jaws biting on my wound. Despite their sizes, they are much, much stronger than any insects their size. I feel my mangled flesh burning, just from that one ant that has my body jerking and toes spreading. My eyes watery, I try to hold back. Try to contemplate my options. This can't be the way I end....

18:43 AgentDerekSteel: I squat down next to you, my heavy boots in the dirt, watching with fascination as another ant climbs up your shoulder, and up your neck, drawn by the blood dripping from your broken mouth. The pincers flash, as it bites your lip. Then another goes for your wounded thigh... and another climbs up your balls. Some of my blood had dripped on the tip of your cock as it climbs up, and bites.

18:47 Matt_Cutter: My body stretched out, spreadeagled. Mangled and broken muscles glistening under the bright hot sun. Basically your handiwork, of your doing, and now you've squatted down next to me, watching closely as each one of these ant take the bait of your crumbs, as you deliberately sprinkle them on my body, on my wounds. My well trained muscles, back from my military days, all the way to my Special Ops days, a physique that I've kept till this day, stretched out and feasted on cruelly. It only take a handful of ants for you to see the real fear, real pain in my eyes. "I... will help you!" I try screaming out as I feel ,y muscles burning. Those wounds. My balls. My cock. My lips. I am in a deep panic as the pain is overwhelming.

18:50 AgentDerekSteel: It doesn't take long. Even for a man trained in Special Ops... trained to resist torture and interrogation, there are some things simply too horrifying to endure, like being slowly eaten alive by Safari Ants. I grin, and spit in your face again, snarling sadistically, "I'm not sure I need your help. Maybe if you beg me to do you the honor of allowing you to help me, I might consider it." Another ant climbs up your body, focusing on your bicep, chomping hard, then a stream of five ants converge on your wounded thigh, biting in succession.

18:53 Matt_Cutter: ARGHHHHHHHHH I scream through my broken jaw. The ants are strong, easily causing electrifying pain all across my body. I even try to arch up, trying to shake these ants off but them chomp down even harder, provoked. I am making a huge mistake of trying to fight back against these African Safari ants. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I scream, "Yes! YES! I WILL HELP YOU!" I scream, tears streaming down the side of my face as the pain is too intense.

18:59 AgentDerekSteel: I watch as you scream out, managing to be intelligible through your broken jaw. I shake my head, "I said to BEG you FUCKING PIECE OF CANADIAN SHIT!!! BEG ME TO LET YOU HELP!!! But that ship has sailed... now, you will also beg me to fuck your inferior JTF-2 pussy Canadian ass like the bitch you are. DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME YOU CUNT?" More ants swarm up over your body, a dozen this time, some going for your bicep, your thigh, and most horrifying, a few climb inside your mouth. Your jaw is so broken you can't close your mouth properly, and the ants crawl in and bite the soft flesh inside your mouth, your tounge, your gums, still dripping your blood.

19:03 Matt_Cutter: You are fucking twisted. Not only are you not helping me, you let the ants swam my body, offering me the way out only if I beg you to fuck my ass. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH I am already screaming in pain. The ants crawling. The pain from one of these fuckers is painful enough, let along dozens. They're feasting on my broken body and you're watching on, seeing how every group of my muscles react. I can't scream fast enough, "PLEASE! FUCK MY INFERIOR BITCH ASS! PLEASE! GET THEM OUT OF ME!"

04:59 AgentDerekSteel: Your broken, battle-damaged, bleeding hard-muscled, military-trained body writhes and contorts in delicious agony as the Safari Ants slowly bit chunks out of your savage, bleeding wounds. You cry out through your broken jaw... and I smile. "Well, if you insist mate, I guess I could see my way to make you my jungle slave and bitch." I work quickly, scattering the trail of crumbs to throw off the ants, while I work to free your staked out hands and ankles. Then, bending down to lift you, I stop, screaming curses as my ribs protest. "FUCK!" I resort to grabbing your ankle and dragging you unceremoniously away, towards the Land Rover.

05:02 Matt_Cutter: Experiencing pain like never before, searing through every part of my battle damaged body. UGHHHHHHHHHHHH muscles all tensed up as you finally, FINALLY throw the ants and those crumbs off my body. I can finally breathe out in relief. It's a form of torture that I would never like to be a part of again, and believe me, I've gone through shit. UGHHHHHHHHHH I moan, as you grab my sweaty ankle and drag me away, my body hitting ruins and rocks along the way. Fuck... "be fuckin' gentle there..." I try to say. Leaving behind a trail of blood and sweat on the dirt below.

05:07 AgentDerekSteel: I am still pissed for the broken ribs you gifted me in our battle, pissed as hell. When you mumble out a request to be gentle, I snap. We reached your Land Rover, and seeing red, I grab your hair, yanking you up off the ground and draping you over the grill and hood of your Land Rover like a limp noodle, the impact smashing deep into your pulverized ribs. "DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND YET, YOU CANADIAN CUNT? YOU DON'T MAKE THE REQUESTS... YOU DO WHAT THE FUCK I TELL YOU WHEN I TELL YOU!"

05:10 Matt_Cutter: This guy has some rage issue. As soon as I tell you to go easy, you grab my hair and haul me up, smashing my core deep against the hood of my Rover. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH pain fuckin' exploded on my broken ribs. The pain is intense. "Fin... fine..." I say, my left hand reaching back to grab onto your grip, as it feels like you're about to rip my hair off my fuckin' scalp. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my eyes shut trying to deal with the pain. Fuck!

05:14 AgentDerekSteel: I grunt, holding my own ribs for a second, my chest heaving, my sweat and blood soaked shirt sending out waves of my thick scent as I stand behind you, dripping down on your bare back. I chuckle slowly, my mood changing. Despite the pain, I can feel my own cock begin to harden as I shove forward. My hand reaches forward and grabs your hair, pulling your head back as you lay there, broken and bleeding. "Now, my little Canadian tough guy bitch... let's here you beg to get fucked by me."

05:17 Matt_Cutter: I hear your grunt. I feel your sweat and blood dripping down against my bare muscle back. I can hear you letting your guard down. You think you've won. You think you've me where you wanted. I am in a world of pain now, but you don't extinguish the fight of a guy like me just like that. As you grab my hair and pull my head back, "please..." I say, "fuck..." all of a sudden, I ram my left elbow back against your rib cage. BAMMMMMM! and again, BAMMMMMM! "off!"

05:23 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, as I lay there, holding your head in my hand, you start to speak. But... FUCK.. you slam your left elbow back into my ribs, once, then twice. My whole body convulses in searing agony as you target my broken ribs. I see white, and I'm thrown off you, rolling across the hood of the Land Rover, crumpling to the ground on all fours, holding my ribs and screaming so loud the birds are startled. I cough up blood, sure that I've got a few new cracks in my ribs. I stagger up, seeing red, ready to kill.

05:28 Matt_Cutter: UGHHHHHHHHH I drop heavily onto the ground myself, but I made sure to have my good arm to break the fall. It still hurts like hell, but this is my chance to get out of this situation and I can't let it slip. I drag myself on the ground, closer to the front left wheel. I got something up there, bottom of the rover, for situations just like this. I groan as I reach under, trying to locate my spare revolver. "Come on Cutter..." I groan painfully, knowing that I am against time here. I finally grab it. It's much harder when you only have one good arm. I pull it out, turn around and take a shot at you. I didn't have the luxury to take aim but shooting you anywhere, anywhere will buy me enough time to take a proper shot next!

05:34 AgentDerekSteel: I wasn't idle while you were crawling towards the left front wheel. I pulled my own pistol from my tactical belt, and as soon as you turn around, you are looking down the barrel of my gun, held rock steady in both hands. You go to fire, but I get my shot off just a fraction of a second faster. My bullet rips through your left hand, mangling and ruining it, completely throwing your aim off. I snarl, "So now the truth comes out... not only are Royal Marines better fighters, we are better shots as well. Looks like the JTF-2 boys are bitched in every category."

05:38 Matt_Cutter: ARGHHHHHHHHHHH son of a bitch. You shot me right in my hand, throwing off my aim completely as I fired off to the air. My left arm dropping to the side, Fuck... I can't help but to cradle my left hand, even though my right is hurting just as much. UGHHHHHHHHHH "why don't you..." I try to say through my fractured jaw "just kill me..." Trying to catch my breath. Have enough for your words in your awful English accent. Sweat pouring down my entire body, blood gushing from my left hand. Feeling lightheaded.

05:45 AgentDerekSteel: I step forward as you sway there, your left hand a mangled ruin. I grin, "No... Matt, I'm not gonna kill you. But I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't fucking forget." Then, I aim my gun at your left knee cap. I fire, blowing out your knee as my bullet rips through it, shattering it and crippling you. Then, as you topple, sadistically, I fire again, at your right knee, my bullet once more shattering your knee cap, utterly crippling you. As you start to topple, I grunt, and swing the butt of my pistol, smashing it upside your temple, to knock you out cold.

05:48 Matt_Cutter: As I try to pull myself up, looking up at you, a look of defiance and rage in my eyes, when you aim at my left knee, "no..." ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH one shot you shattered my left knee cap. I fall back, and you take aim at my right knee, ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH I scream through my lungs as you shatter my right knee gap. I topple back, but you quickly smash the butt of your pistol down my temple, knocking me out as my entire body collapses, dropping to the dirt floor by my rove. Blood gushing out at several places.

05:50 AgentDerekSteel: When you wake up.... it is too inhuman pain. I'm standing over you, as I've dragged your shattered body back near the ant colony. I didn't even bother staking you out this time. There was no need. Ants start to crawl over you, biting your wounded flesh, your mangled hand, your decimated bicep, feasting on the blood and flesh of your shattered knees.

05:53 Matt_Cutter: I have no clue how long I have been out cold for. But there's this sensation. Sensation of pain where I'm being swallowed by something. The pain starts to manifest itself. And I scream awake. The pain is too much, as soon as my vision starts to clear, I lift my head to see ants feasting on the blood and flesh of my wounds. ARGHHHHHHHHHH "FUCK! GET THEM OFF!" I managed to screamed despite my jaws are fractured. "PLEASE!"

05:58 AgentDerekSteel: I watch the ants feast on you. "No. I can't trust you Cutter. If you are going to be my obedient Canadian bitch, my slave, if you are going to be my fuck toy, if you are going to help me set up this mining operation, I have to be able to trust you. But how can I do that? You already broke your word once. What will keep you from breaking it again?" Meanwhile, more ants begin to converge, drawn by the prospect of easy food. I wince as several start biting your balls, and your wounds are being savagely assaulted by the ants.

06:01 Matt_Cutter: The pain is completely overwhelming my senses. I hear your words, I hear what you are saying but all that's in my mind is to end this pain. My body flexed up, as more blood comes gushing out, allowing for the ants to feast on them even more. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my knees, my arms, my balls, all on fire as more climb on my otherwise perfect soldier body, yet mangled, brutally destroyed from the fight. "I.. promise... please..." but the pain is too overwhelming, the pain is taking over, and it didn't take long for me to pass out from the pain again.

06:11 Matt_Cutter: ---TO BE CONTINUED---

Published: 2022-01-01, viewed 54 times.