Ghosts: CATU Book 01 Ch. 06

Entering her proves to be difficult, so he grabs his cock and shoves it in and out across the entrance to her body, moistening the with what little wetness her frightened state would allow. It wasn't much but it allowed him some lubrication.

"Hold still bitch," he orders. He guides his cock toward her opening. As he begins to enter her, she lets out a scream that is quickly cut off when he rams his forearm into her throat. "I fucking told you to stay quiet."

He pulls his arm away allowing Sara to breathe again. The head of his cock is lodged in her. He reorients his body and brings it out slightly then pushes it back in, gaining a little bit of ground. He does it again and again. He feels her lips parting a little more each time. The moisture is working allowing him to enter further and further.

Hanson wiggles and thrusts while Sara squirms and whimpers. The suddenly he is fully lodged inside of her. His balls hang down resting against her ass. His cock rests deep in her tightly sheathed. Sara's resistance lessens.

She fought hard against Hanson and failed. Now she lies still hoping he will get it done and over with. Pressed hard against the floor, her body absorbs the shock of each thrust. The softness of her curves cushions him as he revels in the joy and delight of her body.

Hanson's need is becoming more urgent and he thrusts harder and harder. He grabs her hips and pulls her in toward his body. He grabs her hair, taking a handful into his fist and pulls her head back, forcing her body to arch. The effect he was going for worked and the tautness of her muscles along her stomach increase and her pussy tightens.

At the same time, the forced arch of her body pushes down onto his cock, sending it deeper into her body. He pussy constricts against his cock and sends greater pleasure through Hanson. The texture of her pussy is fantastic and the feeling is incredible for him. The wall of her pussy grips him tightly in a vain effort to expel him from her.

He pushes and thrusts. His efforts are rewarded each time with the delight of her with each thrust. He wants all of her at that moment. Hanson withdraws from her pussy making her gasp at the sudden change. For the briefest of seconds Sara thinks it is all over. Hanson smiles to send her a warning that it is not.

He reaches down, his hands grab tightly around her shirt and he rips it apart revealing her pink bra. He grabs it in a similar fashion and repeats the motion. Sara's medium sized breasts tumble out. Hanson sinks his mouth to her mounds and sucks hard.

Sara's body shivers as her nipples grow firm. Hanson bites into her flesh and she squeals. He stands and forces her to her knees. Sara knows what he wants and she refuses, shaking her head. Hanson reels back and strikes her hard again.

"We can do this all day unless you decide to cooperate," he tells her. Sara whimpers as tear flow steadily down her cheeks. She opens her mouth and Hanson thrusts his cock in choking off the sounds of her whimpers. He thrusts hard and is reward with characteristic sounds as he bumps into the top of her throat. The sensation is intense, like slipping into a velvet glove. Her muscles tighten as her gag reflex sets in much to his enjoyment. Hanson thrusts a few times then withdraws only when she starts to choke.

He holds her head firmly and pulls her against him as he thrusts. The head of his cock slides into her throat just as she gags. He eases back and forth gently as he enjoys the delightful sensations. Sara tried to vomit and the violence of the reflex succeeds in dislodging him.

Hanson shoves Sara backward. Her head strikes the ground and silences her. He parts her thighs and slips back into her pussy. Each thrust makes his needs become more urgent. Each thrust went entirely into her penetration.

The pressure builds and he groans in delight as he plunders the fruits of her body. He revels in the little piece of heaven between her thighs. It was unbelievably lovely. Her pussy seemed to be clutching him more and more tightly. Within moments he was bursting inside her.

Hanson's cock swelled and pulsated, pumping load after load of cum into her. Sara whimpered and cried softly.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" he asks cruelly.

Sara answers with more soft cries fully averting his gaze. Hanson pulls out of her and gathers what is left of her clothing and places it on her. He zips up his pants and exits the room. Thirty seconds later two men enter the room with grins spread across their faces.

——

Samantha races through the halls leading the soldiers to the stairwell. She doesn't know what Spencer has planned but she hopes it works. She rounds the final corner to find soldiers pouring out of the stairwell.

"Shit," she says aloud.

Turning to see the soldiers that had been chasing her, she jumps into an empty room, throwing two grenades in their direction. The hallway shutters from the explosion. She has two grenades left, unless she happened across a few more soldiers willing to die again in close quarters with her.

Where the hell did all the people go?

She is trapped wondering if Spencer would know to come and help her. That's when she hears sirens.

——

Spencer didn't know how he was going to set an ambush until he came across a supply closet. Lucky for him it was filled with oxygen tanks. He quickly sets the tanks up along the edges of the hall from the stairwell. Strangely there aren't any people on this floor; he doesn't worry about the affects of the coming explosion.

He waits for Sam to come bursting out of the door at any moment. It never comes and that's when he starts to worry.

Don't worry little human. The demon says smiling. At least not yet.

He hears the voice before actually sensing it. Demons have sometimes slipped near him without his abilities picking up on them. It has happened more then he'd like, but he only had to curse, not the ability to control it. Spinning he is already firing, hitting nothing but the walls.

You should know what you're shooting before you shoot.

Without notice he is thrown into a cart full of lunch trays. The blow from the demon feels like being hit by a freight train. Spencer doesn't know what that was like exactly, but he'd been hit a number of times like this he had a good idea of how it would feel.

"Show yourself demon!" he yells.

Very well. My name is Mactacious; you will fear me before you die.

Great. Just great. A fucking greater demon.

Demons all had names, but it is the greater demons that insist a person know their name. The lesser ones could care less; their only goal was to appease their master in hopes of becoming greater. The greater ones, however, insisted on being known.

"You know asshole, you're nothing but shit sticking to my boots. And another thing I could care less about your name any more than who the current Chess Master is."

Another way to piss off a greater demon is to insult its name.

You will say my name before you die human scum.

The demon lunges at Spencer. He reaches for one of his special clips and feels nothing. Damn I need a back up weapon.

The demon makes contact and they both go through the wall and into the next room

——

Lock and load grenade launchers, boys," the voice of the soldiers' leader says.

Sam looks around for anything to give her cover. There is nothing that will protect her from a room full of grenades. She has half a clip left and knows there is no way she'd make it out alive rushing them. So she chooses the only option she has, the window. Without another thought she dives through it.

Please God let me make it through this one.

The fall is short. Five feet later she hits the roof of an annex to the hospital. A moment later the room above her explodes, raining glass and splinters of wood down on top of her. With relief she picks herself up and runs. She has to help Spencer. He does have some explaining to do after all.

——

The demon is having his way with Spencer. Throwing him around like a rag doll fills Mactacious with enjoyment. Spencer on the other hand doesn't know how much more he can take. Even with his enhanced abilities, he is tired and eventually the power will fade. The demon continues his tirade until making one fatal mistake.

The demon throws Spencer through the next wall and he lands into a pew. Unfortunately he has to move fast. Whereas a lesser demon could not enter a house of God, a greater demon has a reserve to enter for a short time. The demon feels the pain but it can last for a few minutes, enough to remove Spencer from there.

This place will not be able to save you. I will finish you here. Laughing the demon continued. It's rather an ironic place for you to die by my hand.

Holy Water!

Spencer races over to the urn the contained the sacred water. Holy water helps, not to a great effect against a greater demon, but one in a weakened state would do some damage. He pulls out his boot knife and dips it into the water.

You think that water will stop me? You aren't as smart as Delgrious thinks.

"You know, you're the second one to make that same mistake."

Spencer throws the knife with lightning speed. In a house of God, Spencer's abilities are doubled. He feels like he is filled with the power of God. Righteousness flows through his body like a drug; it leaves him feeling nearly invincible.

The knife plunges deep within the demon. The speed is so fast it isn't until the knife has buried itself does the demon realize what has transpired.

No! A mere human?

"A mere demon that stands in the shadow of another demon."

He slowly dissolves into a vapor and is no more.

Spencer lets out a breath of relief then slumps into a pew.

"You've got some explaining to do," says Sam catching him off guard. He spins to aim an empty gun at her.

He drops the gun and runs to her and embraces her in a hug. "Are you alright? What about the soldiers?" he asks.

"I'm fine. The soldiers were doing a floor to floor search, but they'll be met by the police and FBI agents real soon. Now stop delaying and tell me what the hell these things are."

"I guess it's time I came clean with you," he says.

She smile and says, "Yeah let's start here." She leans in and kisses him.

——

You asked for me sir?" Bowling asks stepping into the President's office.

"Yes. Sit down John," McKinsey says.

He maneuvers his way to a chair near the couch the President is sitting on. "What's the situation sir?"

"I just received a call from our "nonexistent" CATU department of the FBI," McKinsey says solemnly.

"It's been all over the news all day. The media is having a field day with it."

"I know, it's the last problem we need right now. Having to learn about it from a phone call from the Director of the program is a bit ridiculous. I'm out in the dark with the American people and I'm supposed to explain why it is kept hidden? How do you think I look right now in their faces?"

Bowling sits there thinking for a moment before replying. "You didn't know for deniability purposes."

"Seems to have backfired," he pauses, the ladder statement sinking in, "You know of this department?"

Bowling is flustered not expecting the President to pick up on it so fast. "I'm on the funding committee for it, yes. The program has been around since 9/11, when I was still a senator."

"And here I am the Commander in Chief. How the hell am I supposed to command anything without a full deck of cards? Who else knows of this?"

"Those who are part of the department and those on the committee. I understand this angers you David, but it has been kept secret for a reason."

"Don't patronize me John, I can see the reasons behind it, but to hide it from the President of the United States is plain obscene. Now we have the debauchery and field agents have their lives at stake because of this. Now obviously if only a select few know of this then there is a leak somewhere. I want this leak found; I don't care what it takes. I will not have any more unnecessary deaths than need be." The President's anger radiates off of him like a hot sun.

"I shall get someone right on it sir," Bowling says.

"No. I want you to head this investigation. There is no telling who we can trust. If I didn't trust you with a Chief of Staff position, I'd not assign you to this task."

Bowling feels precariously close to being found out. Being assigned to this task was even better than him assigning someone. "I will find this mole sir. We will whether this crisis."

"This isn't the only crisis we face either."

"Excuse me sir?"

"When I spoke to the Director of CATU, he stated he wasn't entirely positive his team would be able to bring Sara back alive. I have a duty to the people John, but I also have a duty to my family. If I let my daughter die, then I cannot serve the people. Sacrifice one for the many; it's something that I as a father cannot do." He breaks off, getting up from the couch to stand near the window. "What am I to do John? I made a promise to the people we'd solve this problem. If we don't I will have failed them as well as my daughter."

When the President doesn't say anymore, Bowling says, "What are your plans then David?"

As if waiting for the question to be asked he replies, "My plans are simple. I gave full authority to CATU this morning to use any means necessary to find and capture or kill these terrorists. If it's a war they want, it is one they shall have. If they cannot save my daughter, then they have direct presidential orders to use any means and funds necessary to hunt them down."

"How will it be explained to the people?"

"I'll explain it to them. If my daughter is not brought back alive, I will resign my position and give the answers the people want and so dearly need. The terrorist are right in one aspect, the people should not cower in the shadow of its government."

——

Good to see you two made it in one piece," Roger says after the debriefing from Spencer and Samantha. The combination of FBI and local police are able to take down the soldiers in the hospital and bring a swift end to the conflict.

"Who were the soldiers that attacked us and where did the hospital staff or patients go?" questions Spencer.

"The soldiers were mercenaries from South America. The ones we have in custody aren't talking much, but they claim they were hired by an American. As for the staff and patients, we simply don't know. There were no tunnels or transports. They just vanished."

"Are they sure it was an American?" asks Sam.

"They are sure beyond a doubt. We have a traitor involved. The President himself suspects it could be someone high up. My thoughts it is, but more than one. He has given us direct orders to use any means necessary to find any moles and take down these terrorists."

"Understood. Where do we begin then?" asks Spencer.

"I want you two to take Adams with you."

Interrupting Roger, Spencer says, "With all due respect sir, he's not a seasoned agent and will only slow us down."

"I frankly don't care. He needs the experience and right now you need all the help you can get and we don't know for sure who we can exactly trust."

Spencer does nothing to hide his anger. Sam breaks the silence that follows between the two men.

"Where do you need us?"

Roger understood where Spencer rested on the issue and could sympathize with him, but he was the Director and as far as he was concerned still in charge.

"I want you to start by finding this sniper. Ghost stated they are using this sniper and without doubt they will continue to do so. Start with this Kloser, go to his bank and question him. Root out anything you can. What enemies he has, why someone would attack him. Then hit any lowlife you know that has ties with the Black Market. Find this sniper and hopefully it will lead us closer to the terrorists."

"We'll get right on it boss." Sam says.

Spencer had calmed his anger a little but was not fully happy with the situation. Sam grabs his arm and guides him toward the door.

"Call it a day, both of you. We are going to be hitting it hard and I need well rested agents. First thing in the morning I want you out there."

Without another word they leave the office.

"I guess we better find Adams, let him know what's up. You on the other hand are staying at my place tonight."

——

What's on your mind Spence?" asks Sam.

"To be honest, a lot. You're one of them," he says shaking his head a little, trying to throw out the thoughts to clear his head.

"Well at least you got one thing cleared up today. And hey I don't think you're crazy. Now what's this about me?" she teases poking at his ribs.

It felt great telling Sam about his abilities and her not thinking he was crazy. With what she had seen herself, it probably helped ease that. That kiss earlier set his mind spinning in another direction.

"Sam I've been your partner for awhile. How will a relationship affect it?"

His thoughts swirl around his head, a tornado of thoughts spinning out of control. Growing up with his uncle he never was taught the values of relationships. His uncle was never a father figure or even a confidant. Spencer is about to speak again, instead Sam places her index finger against his lips.

"First of all Spence, in life sometimes you take it as it comes. One step at a time."

She leans in to kiss him. The kiss is deep and passionate, blissful. Feelings surge and overwhelm Spencer. He had many relationships over the years, but they weren't anything more than one of sexual nature. But this, these feelings he held toward Sam were of a different degree.

Pulling away he says, "I'm afraid. I'm afraid of breaking my promise to you."

Sam cups his face in her hands and says, "I'm aware of the promise and the situation. Sometimes as humans we can't keep the promises we make. What makes the difference in breaking one or trying to keep one is just that, the trying. It's the journey you take in trying than the ones you don't."

She smiles, which brings a smile to his face. Spencer feels like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders. "Where'd you learn such great wisdom?" he asks.

She laughes. "Wise huh? Well in that case the credit goes to my dad; he was always filled with wisdom. I guess after all the problems he guided me through, something rubbed off on me."

She smiles again and Spencer pulls her in for another kiss. Her hands snake down and she unzips his pants. His cock is throbbing in an instant. Sam pulls his hard on out of his pants and begins to stroke his shaft slowly.

"I want you to fuck me," she says in a low whisper as she flicks her tongue across his lips. She bends down and takes his cock into her mouth. Spencer lets out a deep moan and puts his hand on the back of her head.

She can taste the salty precum on her tongue. She runs her tongue across the tip of his cock and slowly stands up, pulling off her top as she does so.

Spencer squeezes her breasts together and takes each nipple, one at a time into his mouth. He sucks and licks her hardened nipples. She guides him to sit back against the arm of the sofa and helps him in pulling off his shoes, pants and boxers.

"Just sit down, I'll do the rest," she says with a grin and another flick of the tongue.

Spencer follows her command. Sam stands and pulls off her pants and panties, letting them fall to the floor next to the sofa. She straddles herself over him. She descends slowly, impaling herself on his throbbing cock. She lets out a moan of ecstasy. She has been waiting for this moment for a long time now.