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{ASS} Fuad's Hareem {Frenchy the Third}(M+F+, Oral, Anal, NC, Tort,..)
Fuad's Hareem
By Frenchy the Third (FRENCHYIII@HOTMAIL.COM)
This is the usual disclaimer. If you are not of legal age to read
this, whereever you are, then don't! If you object to graphic
descriptions of violence or sexual (or both) activities, then don't
read this. The author claims copyright on this document. It may be
posted in other groups or copied for inclusion in archives, etc., but
may not be used for commercial purposes in any way! If you do repost
this or copy it off somewhere, please keep this notice of copyright
attached.
Fair Warning: If you have a weak stomach and really don't want to read
the torture and snuff stuff, just skip Chapter Two. The rest of the
story has much less graphic violence, after that.
I apologize to the A.S.S newsgroup that this should have been a much
longer story, but I ran out of willingness to keep going "back into the
bunker" to finish it. It was some sort of a mental escape from what
had become a rather depressing story, in some parts at least. I got
the general idea of the story from the 'FEMALE POW' stories that the
group enjoyed a while back and when I got the idea to move a sadistic
pervert from the Balkans to a bunker in the Mid-East, I had to try
writing it. I guess the real Republican Guard bunkers are nothing to
write home about, but I figured "why not guess what they could be like
if all that oil money was spent on creating a really fancy secret
bunker?"
I wish one of the better writers our group has been lucky to be blessed
with (Hawaiian Heat, Mr. Double, Master Chris, or any of several other
folks of that caliber) had an urge to take this idea and run with it.
But here's the best I could do.
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Prelude:
I watched as the General fucked poor Charlotte's ass even harder and
deeper. He had been at her for almost twenty minutes, this time. She
brought him to orgasm the first time this evening with her mouth, so
that might account for his staying power on this go round. Charlotte
looked like she wasn't having anywhere near as much fun as he was. A
few minutes ago I thought she was really into it, squeezing her nipples
and playing with herself. Now it was all she could do just to kneel
with her head on the cushions and hang on. Her former panting and
moaning was now just a sort of continuous whine. For myself, I was
rather enjoying watching her lovely breasts being tossed back and forth
by the violence of his thrusts. Eventually, the General pushed himself
deeply into her and pulled them both over backwards.
Charlotte let out a little "Yipe!" as she landed hard on top of him.
This wasn't the first time the General had cornholed her (nor the
hundred-and-first) and she knew what was expected of her. The move to
this position was the signal to her that he was close to orgasm. She
squatted astride him, facing his feet. She must not be on her knees,
but on her feet, leaning well forward so he could enjoy the sight of
his penis shuttling in and out of the depths of her rectum.
It particularly pleased him to lie back and take his pleasure, while
she must pound her buttocks onto his hips, until he erupted within her.
Then she must move very slowly, never stopping until he gave
permission. She must tighten her muscles to see that his penis, which
would shrink after ejaculation, did not leave her body until she was
told it could. The General was never done until he said he was done.
Eventually, with a sigh of satisfaction, the General gave her
permission to disengage and she collapsed beside his legs. She quickly
slid a towel between her legs to avoid soiling the cushions with
anything that might slide from her "generally" dilated anus. Then she
could relax and simply breath. She wasn't allowed a long respite. The
General caressed her hair, tucking a lock of it behind one ear. "That
was well done, Kim. You may wash me now." he said. I had picked up
quite a bit of Farsi in the past years, so I had no trouble
understanding him. Sometimes he would speak with her in English, if
she had done a particularly good job at something.
She dragged herself away from the cushions and padded over to the
little bathroom off of his bedroom. She returned with a bowl of warm
scented water and, squatting over her towel, began to lave his
privates. I thought to myself: 'Things have changed! Three years ago
she would have been expected to clean him off with her tongue. The
basic relationship is the same, but it has certainly evolved over
time.'
I turned up the microphone nearest them to catch her words. "Please,
my General, I'm Charlotte now. Please call me Charlotte?" He
answered: "Yes, of course, you want to change your name. I will never
understand why you feel you must do that." I was always amazed to hear
her speak Farsi. Her English was spoken with a heavy back-hills South
Carolina accent, normally. There was no hint of it now. Then again, I
could personally vouch for the fact that the General had some very
nasty ways of motivating a person to learn to speak Farsi both quickly
and correctly.
She finished the washing task gently and carefully, then put the cloth
into the bowl and moved them where they could not spill. She licked
his knee and looked up into his eyes. "I'm not the same woman I used
to be, my General", she said. "You have made me someone completely new
and I have chosen a new name to show it. Have not my department's
changes pleased you?"
His reply came quickly: "Yes, you have done well. We have a completely
new form of compensation and motivation for my officers, at a very low
cost. The women are carried as soldiers on our payroll and the pay the
government sends me for them more than covers the cost of their
keeping. A small profit to be sure, but better in my pocket than
someone else's."
She licked her way up the inside of one thigh. "But the men are much
happier with the women's attitudes now are they not and don't they
appreciate the new decor and clothing we have introduced?"
He took hold of her head with what looked like a painful grip on her
hair. "Whore's are not permitted 'attitude.' Do not forget again."
He released her and she resumed her licking, now moving from his thigh
to his scrotum. "But surely" she asked, again: "they like the new
rooms more than the old way."
His eyes closed and he gave a small moan of pleasure, as she gently
sucked part of his scrotum into her mouth. His response to her
question was somewhat delayed At last, he said: "Perhaps. Some of
them do not care, so long as there is a warm hole in which to sheath
themselves. But, you are right, many of them now enjoy the little
vacation from their more efficient military surroundings. The
television programs we permit them show the degenerate decadence of
your society and have aroused appetites for these new experiences you
offer."
I thought to myself. 'Yeah, it sure has. In fact that damn de-
scrambler I made for you has been pretty busy decoding the pay per view
porn channels, for your eyes only, General. Your officers don't get to
watch that for sure. Still, they do seem to enjoy Baywatch.'
The General continued: "When we win the war, I shall own a grand
whorehouse outside of Las Vegas. I will permit you to run it for me.
All that American women are good for is to be whores. We will stock it
with the most beautiful survivors. The time of our victory is almost
at hand. My two projects which will win this war are almost complete.
When I bring our country this victory, there will be a small change in
leadership for this country. The people cannot be proud of that coward
who hid in his bunker with his women, while the Americans were allowed
to run rampant through our country."
The thoughts came to me: 'Yeah, right! He hid in his bunker with his
women and fifty Republican Guards, while you were hiding in this one
with your whores and ten thousand Republican Guards. That will
certainly give the common man a wide variety to choose from. Of course
they don't know about your women, but...'
I picked up the General's voice again: "I am actually of royal descent,
did I tell you?" Without waiting for her reply, he went on to detail
for her, (again, not for the first time) exactly how his family was
related to the current leadership. Charlotte continued to lick and
nuzzle him with every evidence of listening to his self centered
ramblings. I translated his point conceptually: 'This little country
isn't all that damn big and everybody in it has been screwing everybody
else in it for the last several thousand years. If you look far enough
back, damn near everybody is related to everyone else, somehow or
other.' His remarks were more detailed, but I think I've got the
essence of them.
The General was feeling more expansive as he continued: "Those damnable
Chinese are going to complete their project soon. Together with a few
brave souls who are willing to give their lives for victory, we will
destroy the major centers of your country's commerce and government.
Then Dr. Arkan's project will sweep the country and decimate your
degenerate population. We will march in with our allies and be
welcomed with open arms when we offer the life saving vaccines in
return for your country's surrender. Our people will know who has
brought them this victory and I will take my rightful place. I shall
rule as a supreme dictator. The rest of the world will soon flock to
our banner or follow your country's example. It is only a matter of
time. I will build that whorehouse and you may run it for me. You can
start with these new women I have bought for you. They will give you
good practice in turning beautiful American women into trained whores.
Yes, the house will have many women..."
The General's grip on Charlotte's hair tightened again and he, none too
gently, pulled her mouth to his newly restored erection. Obediently,
her lips wrapped around him and her head began to bob up and down. The
General made sure her eyes were open and focussed on his face as she
serviced him. Eventually his attention wandered to his desk. A small
stack of headless female shapes, with various time increments written
on their bellies, lay in the middle. An even bigger smile came to his
lips as he said: "I shall have to have many more of these chits made
for your department's services. They are real gold leaf, did you know
that? They have become almost another form of currency. When you
finish I will have to place them in the safe. It is amazing how much
some men will do just to have a woman to fuck."
Oh yeah! Our dear General was definitely full of himself tonight.
Then again he was living what most men would only dream of and there
was even a small chance that he could pull off at least part of those
two projects. Being American myself, I was hoping to keep that from
happening, but I could easily calculate approximately ten thousand to
one odds against my success.
Charlotte's head rose and fell with metronome-like regularity. Her
hand began to stroke over a shorter and shorter length of his penis, as
she began to take more and more of him into her throat.
Well, it looked like I was going to be watching this room for a while
longer. Personally I would rather watch Tiffany Minx on one of those
de-scrambled pay per view's, but I really wanted that combination to
the General's safe. I had been trying to find a combination of
lipstick cameras that would let me get a look at the dial when he
opened it. It would probably cost me my life and that very slowly and
painfully, if he ever found out, but I needed that combination.
I didn't get it that night. As always, my next chance would be during
the weekly "report" from Charlotte's department. On the other hand,
the General was truly unaware that he was being watched, so I would
probably live another week. Probably that is, but there were no
guarantees for my life.
Oh! Who am I and how did I get into a position to watch this intimate
moment as the General "interfaced with his staff?" Well, of course I
have a name. It doesn't mean shit to you! So, call me: "Camera Guy".
(I bet you thought I was going to say "Ishmael". Sorry, this story
should be almost as long, but it's nowhere near as well written).
"Camera Guy" was my title as a part of the General's strictly
unofficial auxiliaries. The position came with plenty of challenges,
lots of responsibilities, no wages, even less authority, a few benefits
like getting to watch this little scene, and absolutely no retirement
plan.
When I met the general I was working for a very hungry security system
company, selling technology that was old in the USA, but still "Gee!
Whiz! Bang!" in the third world. I was supposed to be peddling the
stuff in Kuwait. One night I went to bed in my hotel room after
sharing a couple of bottles of wine and a bed with a very willing lady.
That's a rare opportunity in an Islamic country I might add.
The next morning I woke up in this bunker with a pounding headache, all
my stuff piled in a corner and the General making me an offer I
couldn't resist. He explained I could either become a permanent part
of his staff or "volunteer" to become of one of his resident sicko's
more imaginative anatomical "studies." I didn't have to think about it
too long. I quickly assured the General that I would love to work for
him. Unfortunately, there was a good reason why nobody was upset, when
I sort of dropped off the face of the earth.
Let me go a little further back in my rather boring life story. I
wouldn't have been working for that security system company if I hadn't
been fired from a little southern university campus, that I'm sure
would prefer not to be identified. I used to oversee all of their
computer and phone systems. Along with a few student interns who made
Monica Lewinsky look like Mother Theresa, I had a nice little kickback
scheme going: selling long distance phone time to lonesome students and
billing it to the various research departments. Hell, their deans
never looked at the phone bills and most of the bills were being paid
for by the government, as part of their research costs anyway, so it
wasn't costing the school anything. My "only true love" turned me in.
I think she got a little more than pissed off when she found out about
my other "only true love." I do remember true love number one
insisting that since she was swallowing my come and letting me fuck her
in the ass, when she wasn't even having a period, I shouldn't be seeing
any other women. How was I to know I was supposed to take a comment
like that seriously. Women! Go figure!
Anyway, I was out of a job in almost no time. I agreed to go quietly,
without severance pay, etc., if they would agree to forget the fact
that my other "only true love" was a minor (okay, she was a freshman,
but she was definitely not a virgin when I got to her). Anyway, I
needed a job and there was an "Immediate Opening" for someone
interested in "Exciting Opportunities In Sales and Foreign Travel."
Getting out of the country, for a while, had seemed like a good idea.
I had more than enough tech background to handle their equipment and I
was on a plane to the Middle East the next week. My company should
have been happy with my sales performance. I sold a lot of equipment.
Unfortunately, all of it to a dummy company the General set up in
Kuwait.
Along with designing the system per the General's instructions, I also
wrote up the orders which he would place through the dummy company,
which eventually took over my duties as sales rep, when the General
suggested I should resign. The General thought the commission checks
were very funny. I don't know how the stuff got across the border and
I was smart enough not to ask. I also was a one man installation crew
and the General soon expanded my duties to include providing networking
and computer support, along with security monitoring.
He was even getting money to pay a soldier as a full time position in
his official table of organization. Of course, he hadn't bothered to
tell his superiors that I had agreed to work for room and board, in
exchange for being allowed to live. There were a few other wrinkles in
our relationship, but those will come out in the story. Let's pick
that up again, shall we.
Chapter One: Welcome to the new job
I watched as the new women began to regain consciousness. It's my job
to watch. I'm supposed to watch everything and be ready to report it
all. Some things are more fun to watch than others. Kim was there, of
course. She had an employment situation very much like mine. I met
her the first time as "a willing lady." She likes to be called
Charlotte, now. I guess she doesn't think there's much Kim left in
her, just the accent from her hometown in South Carolina and only when
she's allowed to speak English. Which isn't much, except for times
like this...
They were starting to awaken. There were two who would never wake up
again, but I suppose that would be considered "within acceptable
parameters." Then again they were all, by the General's definition,
"infidel American whores." Even if all of them had died, it would be
regrettable only due to the "low return" from that particular expense
against the "entertainment" budget.
Charlotte made the rounds of the new women as the effects of their
drugging wore off. She introduced herself and tried to calm them and
asked them to come and sit at the "kitchen table", a large round table
near the only door to the room. They had a thousand questions, but she
promised to answer them all, as a group, rather than as individuals.
One by one they found their way to seats. They were naked, of course,
but each found a way to use a blanket or a sheet from their cot to
cover themselves.
When all of the new "girls" were assembled, Charlotte began in simple
fashion. "Ah'm not sure where y'all come from individually. Since
y'all arrived as a group, ah would assume y'all are Americans?"
Beth interrupted: "We were in an elevator. And it didn't stop at the
right floor. We couldn't get it to stop at any floor. It just kept on
going, down and..." She hesitated, at a loss for more details, "and we
woke up here." But where's Heidi... and Lana?"
Charlotte chose to defer answering the question about the missing
girls. There would be time to explain the fate of the missing, later.
Instead she asked "What's your name honey?" Beth replied: "I'm
Elizabeth Whittingham, but you can just call me Beth. That's what
everyone but my mother calls me." Beth was a little red head, freckles
and all. Before she got her blanket around her, I had the opportunity
to see that she was a real red head. Her breasts were exquisitely shaped
but not large. She had a pretty face, a trim waist, and shapely legs that
ended in a "to die for" ass.
Charlotte said: "Welcome, Beth. Mah name is Charlotte." Looking at
the new faces around the table she asked: "How many o' y'all were in
that elevator with Beth?"
Several raised their hands, but Beth volunteered: "We all were. We
were all going to supper together at the end of our computer class."
She pointed to each in turn: "Patty is Patty Burkety, the instructor
for our class." She pointed to a tall woman in her mid twenty's with
closely cropped white blonde hair and large breasts hanging low on her
chest. "And Kristin Staubli and I are interning with her company."
Kristin was a beautiful brunette with long thick dark hair, half way
down her back. I had particularly noted her huge breasts, high on her
chest, without a trace of sagging. Her bottom was well toned but very
round. The kind of ass men can't help but watch walking by. I had to
work hard to get my attention bact to Beth as she continued: "And Dana
Anderson and Cheryl Johnson work for one of our customers." Dana was a
tall blonde in her twenty's with shoulder length hair and a dynamite
body. I was sure she had been the head cheerleader and the prom queen
wherever she went to school. Cheryl was an attractive woman in her mid
thirties. She had shoulder length brown hair and a better than average
build. "And Heidi and Lana are from another company and what happened
to them anyway? And where are we?"
Charlotte answered with: " Well Ah'm comin' to that. Let me finish the
introductions, as much as Ah'm able, at least. Over there", she
pointed to a huddled figure asleep on a cot, "is Su Li. She's
recovering from a bad session with the doctor and will probably be
asleep for a while. Y'all can get to meet her later. She's really
very nice."
"And over there is Lucinda." She pointed to another girl lounging on
a similar cot. Lucinda was of medium build, long dark hair, dark eyes
and sultry latin features. Her breasts were barely concealed by a
sleeveless cropped sweat shirt. The latter garment and cut off jean
shorts matched Charlotte's attire. Lucinda responded by giving the
finger to the group as a whole and rolling over to turn her back to
everyone. "Don't pay no mind to Lucinda's 'attitude'." Said Charlotte.
"She's feelin' a mite stressed these days, but it's really not
necessary." She turned her head in Lucinda's direction, raising her
voice slightly to add: "And Ah'm sure she really don' mean ta be rude."
When there was no response from Lucinda, Charlotte shook her head and
turned back to the group at the table.
I could see that the one called Cheryl, was about to blow up. Before
Charlotte could continue, Cheryl blasted out: "Answer the question!
Damn it! Where the hell are we and what's going on here? Where the
hell are Heidi and Lana?"
Charlotte pursed her lips and looked at the table for a long moment
before answering. At last she asked: "Were they particularly beautiful
girls? Ah mean fashion model beautiful?" The others looked at each
other, but no one seemed willing to speak.
Patty, broke the silence: "No, they were just average looking, if that.
I don't think anyone would have mistaken them for fashion models." She
looked at the familiar faces around the table but no one spoke to
either contradict or support her.
Charlotte spoke directly to Cheryl: "If they were particularly
beautiful, they might have been sold to private collectors or possibly
to cribs in Bangkok. The General always buys in lots. He likes to
joke about volume discounts. And since they wasn't likely to be sold
individually and they obviously ain't here, then Ah'm afraid they's
most likely dead." Expressions of shock and upset greeted her remarks.
Charlotte waited for quiet before she continued. She looked down at
the table as she spoke very slowly and distinctly: "As to where ya are,
y'all are in a bunker, somewhere in Iraq. There're approximately ten
thousand elite troops and their equipment in this here bunker. It's
all self contained and as long as they's pressure from the American
government 'bout Saddam Hussein's weapons o' mass destruction, this
bunker will remain completely hidden. Nobody enters or leaves 'ceptin
shipments o' food and ammunition. They comes in through underground
tunnels, the entrances o' which are hidden miles away from this
complex."
Her voice became more quiet as she continued: "As to why y'all are
here: y'all done been sold by white slavers to General Abdel-Kerim
Fuad. Y'all are here ta provide sexual entertainment for the general,
his officers, and anyone else he chooses." She paused to look around
the table and gauge the others response to her remarks.
Cheryl was the first to respond: "What are you saying? That's crazy!
This is the 1990's. We're American citizens for Christ's sake. I'm not
going to sit here and listen to this. I'm going to find out who's in
charge around here and set them straight." Before anyone could react
she bolted for the door and charged into the hallway. Unfortunately
for her, she had the exquisite timing to burst past the guards at the
door just as the General and his body guards were passing by. Seeing
the general in the doorway, Charlotte stopped her pursuit of Cheryl and
focused on seeing that her other charges returned to their seats. Even
Lucinda leapt off her cot to drag one or two back to seats at the
table, hissing in their ears: "Stupid! Puta! If you want to be alive
tomorrow, sit down at the table."
The guards, who should have stopped her before she left the room,
immediately grabbed hold of Cheryl by each arm and began dragging her
back into the room. Her screams of protest were loud and profane. The
general caught the guards attention; not a difficult thing since each
of them was looked scared to death that their laxity would be punished.
He motioned for them to bring Cheryl before him. I noticed she was
several inches taller than he. The guards tried to make her kneel in
front of the general, but she resisted. As she struggled she barked
out: "I want to talk to whoever is charge around here, goddammit!"
The general did not look pleased as he motioned for the guards to
desist. He spoke quietly, in English, with only a hint of accent:
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am General Abdel-Kerim Fuad. There
is no one more 'in charge' here than I. What seems to be the problem?"
Cheryl virtually spat out: "I'm an American citizen. That crazy lady
in there thinks we're going to be some goddammed kinda whores or
something. I won't have anything to do with it. I know my rights and
I want out of here right goddammed now!"
The general straightened himself and spoke very distinctly. "You will
address me as 'General Fuad' and in a respectful tone of voice at all
times. Whores are allowed one mistake and you have just made yours.
Return to your room and do as you are instructed!" He smiled as he
continued: "I will look forward to enjoying your favors, soon."
Cheryl was filled with righteous indignation as she thundered. "You
goddammed little camel jockey. I am an American Citizen! I want my
rights! You will fucking let me out of here now! I demand to speak to
the American Consulate immediately! And if you are responsible for the
deaths of Heidi and Lana, I will personally see that you fry for that!"
The general nodded to one of his bodyguards who had circled around
behind Cheryl. A quick buttstroke of his rifle to her kidneys drove
her to her hands and knees. The General propped her head up with his
swagger stick. "So", he said with a grin that contained not one ounce
of humor, "you are an American and you want your 'rights.' I will see
that you get exactly what is 'right' for you and every other damned
American. In fact, everyone will watch you get what you deserve."
Another nod from the General and the gasping Cheryl was laid out by a
buttstroke to the side of her head.
As two guards began to drag Cheryl's limp body away, the general spoke
through the open door to Charlotte: "An educational exercise will be
necessary, I see. I have another problem as well: the good Dr. Arkan
has become more and more difficult to motivate of late. I believe a
chance to fully indulge himself will improve his ability to focus on
his proper work. We will allow these two problems to solve themselves.
Please be certain that I will not have to make another example from
this group or you will part of that example and your successor will be
charged with maintaining better discipline. Have these women ready for
their trip to the auditorium... on time!" His body guards slammed the
door and for several moments the only sound was that of the unconscious
Cheryl being dragged away.
Chapter Two: The Impaling of Cheryl
The general had invited a huge crowd to attend the "Information
Celebration." One did not refuse the invitation. An example was to be
made of someone and failure to attend the "celebration" might make you
the next guest of honor. The general's permission for Dr. Arkan to
indulge his tastes in "improved" medieval methods was enough to
discourage truancy. Every officer and enlisted man, not performing
"essential duties" was seated before the speakers platform. The
auditorium, with capacity for ten thousand, was too large for everyone
to have a good view. Provision had been made for this, too: the back
wall of the auditorium was provided with a huge screen similar to the
technology in American sports stadiums. Together with a wide array of
remotely operated cameras, this provided a close up of activity on the
dais, visible from any point in the room.
The women were the last to join the assemblage. They were of course
completely covered in the chador and even their faces were veiled.
Charlotte had dragooned Lucinda to help Su Li dress while she explained
to the newcomers how it must be worn. The unfamiliar wraps had almost
provoked a mass protest, until Charlotte assured them they could either
wear it or go to the auditorium naked. "An' iffen y'all try thet...
the general's men will kill you as sure as Ah'm standin' here. Now
y'all can either do as Ah say or y'all can die, but make up your minds
this here minute!" Her adamancy and assurances of her sincerity from
Lucinda settled the question. Before they left their dormitory
Charlotte further warned them that showing even a square inch of skin
could be a death sentence. It was a quiet and careful group that
followed their guards through the hallways to the auditorium.
Standing room was provided at the back of the seated assemblage, on a
raised platform behind a heavy wired screening. The door was locked
behind them, a not too subtle message implying they were there to
"enjoy" the whole show.
The general made his appearance to the sounds of enthusiastic cheers
from the soldiers. His speech was short and perfunctory. Nevertheless
it was wildly applauded. He was followed by several under officers
describing the readiness of their troops, the strength of their
fighting spirit and the fine quality of their equipment in glowing
terms and, of course, giving credit to the general for all of this.
They were given only slightly less enthusiastic applause.
Finally Dr. Arkan took the podium. Upon his appearance at the speakers
podium, a complete quiet overtook the room. Handlers carefully wheeled
a large, heavily veiled object into it's prepared place on the stage
next to the speaker's podium. With a quiet voice, the doctor began to
remind the men of the hatred they must hold for America and all
Americans. How they and their families had suffered from unprovoked
bombings and the missile strikes of the cowardly American military.
Stirred by the passion in his presentation the crowd began to seethe
with anger. A master of manipulation he was able to able to raise this
anger to greater and greater heights. When he judged the crowd to be
at a fever pitch, the veil over the object was whisked away and a
barely conscious Cheryl Johnson was displayed.
She was almost naked, clad only in what was left of her underwear. Her
arms were pulled upward and at maximum spread by chains attached above
her head to poles on either side of her. Her legs were kept spread
apart by chains attached to the bottom of these same poles. Only by
supporting herself on her toes could she remove the pull of her body's
weight on her arms.
The doctor quickly identified her as an American and an infidel. The
Announcement that she would be made to pay for the pain of their people
and their losses was greeted with a cry for vengeance, ten thousand
strong.
The advantage of cameras allowed me to observe how she had been abused.
Her body was covered with bruises. Blood trails provided clues where
several fingernails, toenails and teeth had been removed by less than
gentle methods. Drying blood between her thighs implied that someone
had brutally enjoyed themselves there as well. She was now reduced to
a mass of pain. Her body hung limply from her chained wrists. When
she had enough strength, whimpers and pleadings for mercy could be
heard. Dr. Arkan stepped behind her, with a remote control box in his
hand. Those of us who had seen Dr. Arkan's favorite toy now knew what
would happen next. Cheryl, of course, had no clue.
The Doctor pressed a button on his remote control and a slender, shiny
metal shaft began to rise from between Cheryl's widely spread legs. It
continued to rise until it was just below her torso. With skill from
much practice, Dr. Arkan quickly maneuvered her body to center her anus
over the rising shaft. Slight movements to position her unresisting
body, together with skillful manipulation of the controls, soon had her
deeply impaled upon the shaft. Within her rectum, the top of shaft
opened to protrude a needle sharp point. Satisfied with his initial
position work, Dr. Arkan now stepped out from behind Cheryl to stand
behind the speakers podium.
With a dramatic flourish, the doctor sent the now needle tipped shaft
driving upward into Cheryl's intestines. Her body came erect as she
vainly tried to pull herself off of that spike of unimaginable pain.
Her shrieks filled the auditorium, even though she clearly had no
microphone. Every inch of "comfort" she managed to find for herself,
by standing on tiptoe or pulling weakly on the chains from which her
arms were suspended, was immediately lost by a quick movement of the
doctor's fingers on his control box. The weight of her body was
quickly too much for her muscles, in her weakened condition. As each
muscle group gave out, she was driven further and further onto the
impaling spike and we were treated to a new series of harsh shrieks.
Like a cat with a wounded mouse, the doctor began to demonstrate that
he controlled not only the spike itself, but the chains attaching the
poles to her body as well. He first demonstrated how simple it was to
allow her to pull herself up by her arms and then simply release a
length of each chain, dropping her quickly on the spike. A movement of
even fractions of an inch could bring about excruciating pain.
When he tired of that, he then went on to drag her further onto the
spike by spreading her legs further and further apart. Her feeble
attempts to resist the pull of the leg chains seemed to amuse him
almost as much as the screams which each small adjustment produced.
I made sure several cameras were recording Cheryl's torture from all
angles. The good doctor would do his best to make life hell for me, if
he did not receive a tape of this performance to enjoy over and over
again in his quarters when off duty. Thankfully, it was also my duty
to scan the faces of the assembled soldiers. Some seemed genuinely
enthralled by the performance and were cheering each new "twist" of the
doctors imagination. Some had averted their eyes or were looking
visibly upset by the scene before them. That would undoubtedly be
discussed during their next opportunity for self criticism.
The general was not a communist, as far as I could tell. Not that I
could honestly say exactly what the generals politics were at any point
in time. I suppose that was how he had survived to become a general.
Be that as it may, he had incorporated several of the communist Chinese
army political techniques in his vision of proper discipline. Soldiers
who had not shown the proper enthusiasm for the destruction of a "hated
American" would, no doubt, find life less pleasant for the short term.
I noticed that several of the more experienced NCO's had simply let
their eyes glaze over. They sat like stones, with no emotion showing.
I wouldn't be required to show that degree of detail to the Chief
Political Officer. He would be more than busy enough "educating"
hapless soldiers who were obviously not "appreciating the political
implications" of the doctors "demonstration."
I don't know how long Cheryl's suffering went on. Eventually her
throat was unable to produce more than husking grunts. The doctor had
time to demonstrate not only his control of the spike and chains, but
the degree of agony available in even simple changes to the angle of
the poles from which the woman's body was suspended.
Eventually General Fuad must have decided he had better things to do
than to further "entertain" his troops and educate his new women. A
subtle hand sign from him let Dr. Arkan know his play time was over.
With a dramatic gesture to play to the audience, the doctor firmly
pressed a stud on the control box and the shaft was driven through
Cheryl's heart, into her throat and quickly into her brain. Her body
collapsed, supported solely by the impaling shaft. Blood and fluids
spilled from her mouth, ears, and nose. A barely enthusiastic cheer
rose from the assembly, which fortunately covered the sound of several
of the women being thoroughly sick into their veils. The Chief
Political Officer made a short closing speech and after the obligatory
enthusiasm for his remarks, the program was at an end. The door to
their platform was unlocked and guards led the very quiet group of
women back to their room.
Once they were back in their quarters, Charlotte pointed out that even
though some of them had not been awake for all that long, it was late
in the evening. Being underground with no windows, there was no
reference for time of day. Charlotte insisted that they do the minimum
to be ready for the morrow and get to bed. She assigned a group of
lockers to each of the newcomers. While Lucinda helped Su Li back to
bed, Charlotte showed the new girls how to correctly store their
chador. Those who had soiled their garments were shown the hampers for
laundry. The fact that they would not be required to perform their own
laundry did very little to raise their spirits. She handed out their
new "fatigues", (the sleeveless cropped sweatshirt, denim shorts cut so
high that there was no inseam, and blue low cut sneakers). Charlotte
explained that these were to be worn only when they were "off duty."
She tried to explain that the general had apparently been unscrambling
the American late night movie channels when he "designed" the uniform.
Dana was the first to question the lack of underwear, which drew
snickers from Lucinda. Charlotte calmly informed them there would be
none and informed them they were free to sleep naked, if they chose.
This prompted a flurry of further questions, which Charlotte firmly
refused to address, insisting they could talk about it in the morning.
Dana turned to Lucinda, hoping to press her for information, but
Lucinda's only response was to grin and say: "Ask Charlotte."
Besieged with questions, Charlotte finally asserted herself, declaring:
"Ah don' wanna to have to report another discipline problem! Now,
gawldamit, y'all jest stop talkin' and git inta bed. We's all had a
terrible day and tomorrow is goin' ta be a real long one. It's efter
time fer lights out, and we all's a goin' ta bed this here minute!"
Since her cot was nearest to the door and the light switch, she quickly
crawled into bed and flicked the light switch. Most (but not all) of
the room lights turned off.
The implied threat, the left over effects of the drugs and the shock of
the days events left no one anxious to argue with her commands. Most
fell asleep quickly and the room was silent for several hours until
Beth woke up, screaming from her nightmares. Her screams awakened the
others and Charlotte decided it might be advisable to start the day a
little early A few of them would be able to catch a siesta later.
Chapter Three: A Little Skills Inventory
Charlotte called them all to sit at the "kitchen table" again. Again
Su Li was allowed to remain in her cot. Charlotte asked Lucinda and
Dana to make coffee for the group.
When Dana didn't get up from her seat immediately, Lucinda yanked her
hair and told her: "C'mon you lazy whore. Haven't you figured out yet
that she's the fucking general's sweetheart? She's in charge here,
hey? That wasn't a request, it was a fucking order. Get off your lazy
ass and do as you're told!" Dana shook herself loose from Lucinda's hold
and looked ready to start a fight.
Before the situation could get out of hand, Charlotte barked: "Lucinda,
y'all apologize ta her right now, ya hear? Ah said, y'all apologize
right now!"
Lucinda put up her hands and spoke carefully to Dana: "I'm sorry.
Okay? I'm sorry. I din' mean no harm, hey? I don' need no more
enemies. Just forget it, okay? I'm sorry?"
Dana nodded and, with only minor hesitation, followed Lucinda behind a
curtain located at the far end of the room.
The others began to besiege Charlotte with questions again, as soon as
they were seated at the table. Her response was: "Now y'all just shut
up and let me tell this in mah own way and then y'all can ask questions
efter Ah'm done."
"Now ah don' rightly know how y'all got here, exactly. Ah 'spects Ah'd
wind up dead if Ah ever really did know. Y'all are here and thet's
thet! Let's move on ta "where we are and why are we all here." This
here is a secret base and nobody knows where it is, much less thet
we all's in it. There are ten thousand troops includin' their officers
here and y'all can guarantee they don' leave here much, not at all,
period. Now we are here ta keep General Fuad happy. Thet there is yer
bottom line and I do mean bottom."
Charlotte turned her attention to the curtain and called out: "Lucinda,
are y'all gettin' the job done back there?" Lucinda was quick to
reply: "We're fine. I'm just giving Dana the grand tour."
Charlotte saw fit to seek confirmation with Dana: "Dana, is every
li'l thang just alrighty back there?" Dana answered with: "It's
okay. We're fine. This is incredible! Could I have one of the sodas
in the refrigerator, instead of coffee. I don't usually drink coffee
in the middle of the night."
Charlotte looked around the table to ask: "Would anyone else like a
coke, instead of coffee?" With hardly a hesitation she yelled back to
Dana: "Y'all go ahead and have yourself one, Dana, and bring one for
little Kristin here. Ah don't think she drinks coffee, yet. Isn't
that right, honey? Ah thought so! Now hurry it up y'all, Ah don'
wanna have ta do this all twice. And Lucinda, y'all break out some new
clean coffee cups. Bring 'em in here now, y'all don't have to sit
there and watch the coffee make itself."
When Dana and Lucinda had rejoined the group, Charlotte continued: "Now
where did ah leave off? Let's see... well, keepin' the general happy,
thet's it in a nutshell, but it does get a little more complicated.
Let's start with this room, Ah s'pose. Y'all will respect each other's
belongin's. No one touches yer bed or yer clothes without yer
permission. And by the way, there's a pen so's y'all can write yer
names in them, just like goin' to camp. We takes turns doing the
cookin' and dishes. We'll put up a new list now and y'all can sign up
for turns, everybody gets one."
Lucinda interrupted: "Charlotte, hey! Cut to the chase. They don'
care whose gotta do the dishes. They need to know what's expected of
them, every day. Just tell em, okay?"
Charlotte flustered: "Well..., now..., Uh yeah! Ah was getting ta
thet. Y'all are here ta provide sexual services ta General Fuad, and
his officers, if he says so, and Doctor Arkan, and..."
Lucinda interrupted again: "And anybody else the damn General pleases
or wants to please. In any way they please. C'mon Charlotte let's get
down to the nitty gritty. We can figure out who's gonna fill the ice
cube trays later."
Kristin asked: "We've got ice cube trays?"
Charlotte answered: "We shore do, honey! Now lemme get down ta it
here... The bottom line here is..., ummm, y'all are here to provide a
resident brothel for this here bunker. Y'all will have sex with
whomever yer assigned, ta their satisfaction. Not that y'all might not
find some satisfaction in it, but that's not a given and it's yer
problem not theirs. Y'all can expect ta satisfy at least one man per
day and most days a lot more than one."
Dana interrupted: "Charlotte, what about, you know... surfing the
crimson wave..., you know, like... the monthly curse?" She was more
than a little non-plussed when Lucinda snorted coffee and almost choked
with laughter at Dana's question.
Charlotte response was: "Lucinda, now y'all just stifle yerself! Dana,
honey, they don' rightly care if yer bleedin' or not. If yer vagina is
ta the point where y'all jest can't stand something in it, then y'all
will satisfy them with yer mouth, yer bottom or whatever it takes to
keep 'em happy! Is thet clear?"
Dana asked: "Okay, so I have to give 'em a blowjob during my period is
that it? Do we get flavored condoms, at least?
Lucinda answered her: "No, 'honey', ain't no condoms here, period. We
women have been trying to get the men used to us pushing the cum back
out of our mouths after they're done spewing. It gives them some sort
of thrill to think there was so much that we couldn't get it all in our
mouths and it beats the hell out of having to swallow it all."
Beth pushed herself back from the table and volunteered: "Eww! Ickky!
Ickky! Ickky! That's ishhhh! In our mouths? Ewwwww!"
Lucinda continued: "That's not the worst of it, Beth. You get used to
the taste of the cum...
Patty, with a look of total disgust on her face, interrupted: "Oh! Let
me guess. The worst thing is that we're in a desert here, right? So
some of these pricks haven't had a bath in a week... or more? And they
eat really spicy foods and they are definitely not getting their eight
glasses of water a day? So they have a stinky, uncircumcised dick that
spews something that's gonna taste like bleach..."
Lucinda finished for her: "And you'd better act like it tastes like the
yummiest ice cream you've ever had. They had better believe that
you've been just moonin' aroun' waitin' for the next taste of their
special flavor."
Charlotte tried to reclaim control: "Okay, Ah think it's time to take a
little inventory here. Now, I want everyone to tell me the absolute
honest truth. Not tellin' the truth is goin' to make it hard on
everyone, is that clear?" She looked around the table. "Okay, now!
How many of y'all ain't never had sex with a camel, raise your hands
and I better see everyone's hand in the air. Put 'em up there and
leave 'em there until I tell you can take 'em down."
Beth asked: "What about Su Li? She's still in bed. Should I go get
her?"
Charlotte replied: "No, she needs her sleep. Ah already know her
answers. Okay, now put yer hand down if y'all have had sex with
another woman."
Again, Beth was prompted to burst out: "Ewww! Ickky! Ishhh! Yukkk!
That's disgusting!"
Patty had taken her hand down, along with Charlotte, Lucinda, and Dana.
She spoke out: "Well, actually it's not disgusting at all! It can be
very sweet and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant and..."
She stopped as she noticed all eyes were on her. She decided to change
the subject: "Say Charlotte, what are we supposed to use for birth
control, if there aren't any condoms. I don't suppose we can assume
they are all going to have vasectomies or something?"
No, honey, that sure isn't gonna happen. Ah wouldn' mind handin' out a
few of them vasectomies personally, but thet ain' gonna happen. Y'all
will get a complete physical from the medical doctors here. They have
a good staff, but they don' really know much about women. Be glad yer
not in Bahrain! Doctors there cain't look at your pussy directly, they
have ta look at it in a mirror. This bunch does a good job, most of
the time. Y'all will be on the pill and, if'n it's necessary, we got
some of thet French RU42 stuff, ta handle little accidents thet slip
by. But make sure y'all take yer pills. The General takes a mighty
dim view of a girl gettin' herself knocked up, a mighty dim view
indeed. If y'all want it, the medical staff could tie yer tubes. Ah
thinks thet's best, but it's up to y'all, and don' count on a long
recovery time."
Kristin spoke up: "Can we rest our arms, mine's getting really tired?"
Charlotte smile and said: "Yeah sure, honey, put 'em down. Alrighty!
'The sixty four thousand dollar question' is: are any o' y'all a
virgin? Now, hold up yer hand! She snickered: "No way Lucinda! Ah
mean in yer vagina, not yer left ear. Well, Kristin and Beth... Bless
yer hearts. That's somethin' to know. Alrighty! Put yer hands down."
"Alrighty, now how many of y'all have never had a man in your bottom?
C'mon show me yer hands... Patty y'all can drop yers if y'all have had
a good size dildo or vibrator up there. Yep, thought so! Okay, Beth!
Ah guess yer the only one. Kristin, are y'all sure what Ah'm talkin'
about here? Ah thought y'all had yer hand up fer bein' a virgin."
"Yes!" said Kristin, while turning beat red. Her mind went back to a
summer in junior high. Her mother had almost grounded her for life
when she found out she had to go to summer school to keep from having
to repeat eighth grade. Maybe she didn't, because Kristin's stepfather
would use his belt on Kristin again. Her mother was scared of his
temper, when she was sober. More likely, if Kristin were grounded she
would have had to quit her after school job and the money she brought
home made it easier for her mother and stepfather to go to the bars.
On a good night, her parents would come home late, barely able to drive
and go straight to their bedroom. The bedsprings would squeak for a
long, long time and her mother would squeal and cry out. Eventually
her stepfather would let go a string of curse words and things would
get quiet. Her mother would make a quick trip to the bathroom and then
retire for the night. The children would rest easy, knowing the
parents would not be back out to "educate" them that evening.
The only bright spot in that summer had been Robby. He was a freshman
at the local junior college. Her parents had been somewhat concerned
about the age disparity, but Robby was willing to listen to her
stepdad's endless stories from his army years and he even flirted just
the tiniest bit with her mother. That was enough to make him welcome
in the house. Most of the time he was smart enough to come around
after her parents had left for the bar. Her friends were totally in
awe of her for dating a real "college man." Kristin had no illusions
about Robby's attraction to her. It had a lot to do with her breasts
that had somehow grown so huge over the last year. He loved to play
with them while they made out and it made her get all hot and wet "down
there." He would suck on them so hard and then slip his hand under the
waistband of her panties and play with her clitoris. And he didn't
even need to be told where it was, another advantage of dating an
"older, experienced man." He had asked her to go all the way many
times, but had always stopped when she insisted she couldn't.
Another major plus to the relationship was: Robby could get booze. All
she had to do was to call him and he would drop by for the money and
return with whatever she asked for. This had made her immensely
popular with the "IN" clique at school and she and her friends were
invited to parties that would have been closed to them "PR". That was
the time: "Pre-Robby." She couldn't imagine how life would be without
him, yet it was obvious his "love" was strongest when she went further
and further with him sexually. She had tried to maintain the tension
as long as she could, but something was going to have to give. Maybe
she shouldn't have started drinking with her little brother and her
stepbrothers at home.
They had promised to pay for the liquor and they would even let her
have some. Their parents were gone for the weekend to some veterans
convention. She had called Robby and he had come through, as always.
He couldn't stay to party, but he told her to go ahead and have a good
time. They had started drinking early in the day and had kept it up
until late that night. Her stepbrothers had dared her to show them her
breasts and she had agreed, if they would show her something. Somehow
it had wound up with them all naked in their parents bedroom.
To this day she couldn't remember exactly how Tom, the oldest, had
talked her into trying to give him a blowjob. Partly it was because
she had always had the hots for him, "PR", and partly because she
wanted to learn to do it for Robby. He was going to want something
more from her eventually and she would have to give him something. She
had started out jerking him off and then he had wanted to be jerked off
all over her chest. From there they had graduated to tittyfucking and
now he was always trying to either stick it in her pussy or her mouth,
whenever he was ready to come. She was so frightened of getting
pregnant that she had been thinking about learning to please him
orally. Somehow that had slipped out while talking with her brothers.
Tom had assured her that a lot of guys wouldn't even care if they could
get in her pussy, as long as she sucked them off. Of course he was
only too willing to teach her how to do it. He made a big deal about
how she had to promise to swallow it. The other brothers had ringed
her like a cheering squad and she felt incredibly excited to be the
center of attention. It was so nasty and dirty to be kneeling between
her stepbrother's legs while he sat naked on the edge of her parents
bed... and so totally hot.
Tom was a tall and skinny boy and his thing was really long and skinny.
He first taught her to slide the skin back and forth like he did when
he was playing with himself. She didn't tell him she had already
conquered this skill from experience with Robby. Tom didn't seem to
question how she was able to pick up just the right rhythm and pressure
so quickly.
The next thing he wanted her to do was to run her tongue all up and
down the shaft and get him all wet. That was kind of gross, but it
was exciting too. The other brothers were playing with themselves and
that was just like in her fantasies when she played with herself.
Then the big moment had arrived and she had to put it in her mouth.
Tom had warned her that guy's things were really sensitive and that she
had to be careful not to get her teeth on it (unless the guy asked her
to do that, but that was something she would learn a lot later). She
had done her best to keep her lips pressed firmly against it and to
move her tongue around on the bottom of the head of his "thing".
He kept trying to put more and more of it into her mouth and she kept
gagging as it hit the back of her mouth. She kept telling him not to
do that and he kept on doing it. Suddenly he had grabbed her head and
shoved his thing as far into her mouth as it could go and as she was
retching, her mouth filled with a taste like nothing she had tasted
before. Together with the natural gag reaction, all the liquor she had
drunk, and this totally unexpected sort of yucky taste, it was all too
much for her stomach. She had blown chunks all over his crotch, while
the other brothers all but rolled on the floor laughing. Tom had
merely told her she should work on it, as he headed for the shower.
She had been the one who had to wash the parents comforter and floor
rug, before they got back. For the next week the younger stepbrothers
and even her real brother became obsessed with trying to get her to let
them put their "things" in her mouth.
She had called Robby the next Friday night and begged him to take her
out. They went for a drive along some back roads. He had brought
along a liter of gin, her favorite. He even had cold Seven Up for mix.
She had quickly gotten thoroughly drunk and poured out her frustration
over how her brothers were treating her. Robby's words had been
sympathetic, but it was obvious by the tenting of his shorts that he
was sexually excited by what she described as well. They found a place
to park with reasonable privacy and after she had finished another
drink she had been the one to start things by stripping off her top and
kissing him. He had responded eagerly and the rest of her clothes had
come off quickly. Then they were kissing and his fingers brought her
to orgasm. They were both covered in sweat from the heat of the night
and the sexual heat of their bodies and somehow she was sure this was
going to be only the first time she would come that night.
Robby had slipped to the floor of the car and told her to lay back. He
said he was going to make up for what Tom had put her through. He
raised her legs in the air and his mouth trailed kisses down her thigh.
Then he was nibbling on the fold of skin where her legs met her
buttocks and she was giggling and twisting and protesting that it
tickled.
And then his mouth was right on her privates and he was licking her
"down there" and she was half out of her mind with a pleasure that she
thought could never be topped. But then his mouth found her clitoris.
While his tongue licked the bottom of the little nub, he worried her
clitoral hood back and forth. The pleasure nearly made her pass out
and she was quickly swept away on an orgasmic cloud that seemed to go
on and on.
Eventually she had been forced to pull his head away and beg him to
stop before she lost her mind. He had grinned at her and sat next to
her on the seat. After a moment he had dragged her to sit on his
thighs, facing him. She could feel his thing pulsing against her
belly, pressed between their bodies. His hands were slick as they
caressed her breasts with more roughness than she was used to. He
kissed her and she could taste a funny smell on his lips. She was
horrified to think she was tasting her own pussy taste and yet she was
too excited to not want to kiss him. As he played with her breasts and
sucked on her tender nipples, she could feel the wave of desire
building in her again. She had pulled his mouth to hers and thrust her
tongue into his mouth. Building up her courage she had grabbed hold of
his thing and told him that this was the night. She was going to give
him the blowjob she had suffered so much to learn how to do.
She knelt between his legs and did her best to find a place where the
grit on the floor didn't hurt her knees. She had his thing in her hand
and she was doing her best to lick him all over. He was really hard
and leaking just the smallest amount of fluid. The taste brought back
the memory of puking her guts out and her brothers laughing at her and
suddenly she couldn't go through with it. She had looked up at him
with tears in her eyes and begged him to forgive her, but she just
couldn't make herself do it. Please, please, somehow he had to let her
do something besides a blowjob.
The disappointment and sexual frustration was so obvious in his face
that it brought more tears to her eyes. She had never felt so
inadequate and frustrated and out of control. She begged him to fuck
her; to take her virginity and make her a woman. His response had been
to bring her to his lap again, facing him, her legs straddling his. He
had put his fingers in her and she winced at the pain when he hit her
hymen. He had started to make her sit on his thing when she realized
he wasn't going to use a condom. The visions of her stepfather's belt
being used without restraint were too much for her. She begged him to
put on a rubber before they went any further. If only he would do that
she would fuck him until the sun came up.
When he, somewhat embarrassed, admitted he didn't have one, the
frustration was too much for her and she broke into heart wrenching
sobs. He, of course, pointed out that she had refused him so many
times, how could he possibly know that tonight was the night she was
"gonna give it up?" It was her fault that they would be unable to
share this most incredible pleasure. It was her fault that he was
aching with blue balls and after all the fun he had given her tonight,
it wasn't fair was it? She heard herself screaming with frustration
and tears streamed out of her eyes. She couldn't get pregnant, didn't
he understand that. She was almost incoherent as she tried to explain
how desperately important it was that she not get pregnant. She was
only 14 and she couldn't take the chance, why couldn't he understand
that. He held her while her body was wracked by sobs. When she
started to calm down he had poured her the last of the gin and
suggested she "bottoms up" her drink.
A sly smile had stolen over her face as she had done as he suggested.
Then she asked him to repeat what he had asked her to do. After he
repeated it, she said: "You could put it in my bottom. I've got some
suntan lotion in my purse. Instead of tittyfucking me..., you know...,
you could put it in my butt. I...,I can't get pregnant that way and
you can fuck me like you've always wanted."
Naturally he hadn't objected. In fact, he had seemed terribly
impressed by her offer. So much so that she was excited by his
reaction. She knew only what she had heard from her brothers talking
about buttfucking and then only in the most disparaging terms. It was
definitely a nasty thing and she was even slightly worried that he
seemed more excited about fucking her in her ass than he had been about
doing it the regular way. The liquor was hitting her and she couldn't
pursue that thought or any other at that moment. The most important
thing was to find the lotion and get his thing in her bottom and be
completely "his woman."
She quickly rubbed his thing with the lotion. She told him to hold
himself steady and she reared up to position herself on him. On their
first try, she slipped off the tip of him. His cock wound up in her
pussy and she almost decided to just finish the job and bust her hymen
and fuck him silly. But before she could talk herself into it, she
slipped back up and took another try. He told her to "push out", kind
of like she was going potty. That did it and suddenly she felt herself
being stretched as she had never been before. It hurt terribly and she
cried out. She felt his hands on her hips, dragging her down,
spreading her virginal asshole wider and wider. Suddenly he was in her
and she begged him to stop and let her get used to it. She kissed him
and he promised to let her set the pace.
When she felt the pain diminish, she tried to take more of him. The
pain felt like a sharp knife in her rectum as she took more, causing
her to stop again. Then she could stand it again and she took as much
as she could, until she had to stop again. She had always been proud
of how long his thing was. Somehow it didn't seem as desirable just at
that moment. After a few more of these cycles she could feel his pubic
hair on the bottom of her butt.
She took a deep breath and dropped the final inch. She screamed while
taking that last inch, but once she knew she had taken all of him she
was very pleased with herself. She had kissed him hard and he had
almost made her swoon when he declared her all his. She became giddy
and giggled into his neck. She had never felt so full and the
naughtiness that it was her Robby filling her rectum was almost more
than she could deal with.
Then he began to slowly move his hips, causing his thing to piston in
and out of her asshole, just the tiniest amount. There was a burning
stretching feeling, but when he applied more lotion it got easier to
take. He told her to play with herself. She was embarrassed suddenly.
She had never done that in front of anyone before. He insisted that
she would feel better if she did. She began to touch herself,
hesitantly, becoming bolder as it did start to feel better. He started
to move again and the pain became mixed with the warm feeling in her
pussy and the sensations from her clitoris. The alcohol made her woozy
and dulled the ache in her butt. Everything became all mixed up and
suddenly she was climbing toward the biggest orgasm she had ever known.
She took over the piston-like motion and soon she was driving herself
onto him. She squeezed him as tightly as she could with her rectal
muscles on each upstroke and pushed out on the downstroke. It came to
her that it was almost like a dance step. He was playing with her
nipples and that only added more to the fire within her. Then he was
panting and moaning and she could feel him pulsing and squirting inside
her, and it was even easier to drive his length into her. Thinking
about him jetting his essence into her most intimate orifice set off
her own orgasm. She almost passed out with the strength of it. And
then there had been nothing to do but hug each other and draw huge
lungfulls of air and laugh with the joy of what they had accomplished.
Then everything had gone wrong. Suddenly her brothers were pounding on
the windows and laughing and shouting at her. They had followed the
two of them and watched everything. She was screaming at them and
trying to cover herself and Robby was yelling threats at them and
trying to get his clothes on. Before Robby could get out of the car,
they had run away. The drive home was filled with foreboding. She had
been so upset with fear that she had lost it and puked out the window
of Robby's car. When she got home her brothers weren't there, but she
had to tell her mother she had the flu and needed to go to bed.
The next day her brothers had gotten her alone and promised to tell
their parents everything, unless she gave them each a blow job, every
day. She had stuck it out for two days, until her lips were sore.
Then she got the bright idea to talk to Tom, alone. In exchange for
letting him do what he had seen Robby do, he would end the blackmail by
the other brothers. His thing was much skinnier than Robby's and it
hadn't hurt much at all. She had had to wear pads for a week, even
though it wasn't her period, to soak up all the cum that was
intermittently spilling out of her butt, but it was worth it. The next
week, Robby had sent her a box of candy and a note explaining that he
had found another girl and that he wouldn't be seeing her anymore. She
had cried awfully hard, but she had gotten over it. She discovered
that she now had "skills" that would let her twist any boy her own age
around her little finger. She was even pursued by some of the most
popular football players in high school. There were compensations for
what she had gone through. She had kept her vaginal virginity all
through high school and college and none of her dates had ever
complained. Of course some girls had started to call her a buttslut,
but fuck them, she could take any boy she wanted away from them,
whenever she wanted...
"Breathe, Kristin! Geez, take a breath! We believe you already." said
Dana.
Charlotte agreed, "Yeah, relax Kristin. We all don' have ta know all
the details... speakin' o' which... Dana, are y'all sure yer hand
shouldn't be up? Do y'all know about this sort o' thang."
A little flush came to Dana's cheeks. "Well," she said, "I don't like
it as much as the regular way. I mean once or twice it's been the most
awesome thing, but mostly it's just a horrendous pain in the ass. No
pun intended. I mean, well, there you are on your knees, with your
head banging into the headboard and he's back there having the time of
his life and he can't even tell that you're in pain and, on the inside,
you're just begging for it to be over with. But the frat rats won't
usually settle for anything less and if you want to go to the right
parties and get to pick who isn't invited... Well, some times you
just have to. You just learn to relax and then it's bearable...
usually. And once in a million, it's the most fantastic thing..."
Before anyone else could add anything, Charlotte said: "Well, the bad
news is that a lot of these here fellers seem ta think thet women are
fer havin' babies and little boys are fer sex. So, since they ain't
gonna be makin' a baby with y'all they's a gonna be trying ta treat
y'all like a boy. Y'all are gonna hafta work hard ta get in the right
hole, if y'all know what ah'm sayin' here. Now, the young ones'll go
for a blowjob more often than not, but the old farts wanna fuck and
they ain't gonna take "No!" for an answer. The General figures thet's
what yer here fer, so y'all gotta do what y'all gotta do and y'all
better act like y'all enjoy it. Just fair warnin', alrighty?" Her
eyes made contact with each of the new 'girls' and she waited for each
of them to acknowledge her remarks.
Chapter Four: The Rules
"Alrighty!" Charlotte continued. "One more thing y'all all are just
gonna have ta make yer mind ta is that y'all will be receivin' an
erotic piercin'. Lucinda, show 'em yers please?" With no more
reaction than if she had been asked to show the palm of her hand,
Lucinda lifted her top to display a small Cyrillic letter hanging
pendant from the nipple of her left breast. Charlotte said: "Thank
ya, Lucinda. And just to show there's no favoritism, Ah got me one,
too." She lifted her top to display a similar piercing. "Ah ain't
really sure when y'all will get yers, but it's gonna happen. It hurts
like the very devil and y'all can count on some yukky discharge from
yer nipples fer a while efter, but once it's done, it's done and y'all
won't pay it no more never mind than the piercin's in yer ears, if ya
have any o' them. The General likes his girls thet a way and thet's
the way it is. Su Li used ta have hers, until her last session with
Dr. Arkan. She came back with no nipples, but the doctor pierced her
clit while he was goin' at her. She cried for days, from the pain.
We had some Motrin, but thet didn' even begin to he'p. Y'all would be
smart to not make too much of a fuss about yer nipple bein' pierced,
if y'all wanna know what ah think?" Again, she paused to look around
the table for dissenting opinions.
"Alrighty! Now the last major issue for us is pubic hair. How many o'
y'all shave yer pubic hair?" Charlotte asked.
Kristin was quick to raise her hand and offer: "I've had to shave for a
bikini line since junior high. My boyfriends always like string
bikini's."
Charlotte smiled and shook her head gently. "No," she said, "Ah mean
how many shave yer pubic hair clean off. All o' it. " She looked
around to find that none of the new women had raised their hands. "Not
surprisin'! Well, y'all will from now on. Fact is, ya will shave more
than thet off! No hair on yer body that don't start out on yer head.
Patty, thet's armpits and legs too. No body hair, whatsoever! If any
o' y'all need he'p, don' be afraid to ask. Alrighty?"
Lucinda added: "The General, he has a real thing about that. Su Li
din' wanna do that when she first got here and the general let Dr.
Arkan do it. He pulled her pussy hair out one hair at a time. She was
screamin' for hours and she was still puffed up and sore a week later.
Then, the General gave her to a squad of soldiers for a whole day. If
she thought her pussy was sore to start with, she was in major hurt
before they were done. You don' wanna even think about not shaving,
believe me!"
Charlotte took the conversation back: "Alrighty, just take it as a
given, keep it that way and ask for he'p if y'all need it. Yer gonna
need to be slick as a whistle and a poor job is worse than none. Now
let's leave it at that and put it on yer list as the first thang to do
this morning. Ah can't say this enough: Ask for he'p if y'all need it.
We girls has gotta stick together, 'cause we got nobody else. Well...
we got one other, but he ain't much he'p! Hey, Mr. Camera Guy, you
with us?"
I debated whether to respond to the question. I had been trying to
establish a rapport with Charlotte and her women. The only concern was
whether or not I might be interrupted in a "conversation" with them. I
decided it was too early in the morning for the general or the few
officers, who might have enough clearance, to enter the surveillance
room. I took the camera located just inside their door off automatic
sweep and moved it up and down in the manner of someone nodding their
head.
Beth spoke out: "There's some guy watching us? You mean he could see
us while we were putting our clothes on and everything? That's
disgusting!"
Charlotte tried to soothe her: "Now simmer down. There ain't no
privacy fer any o' us, anywhere in this place. Y'all might just as
well get used ta it, right here and now. Ah know it's upsettin' ta
think o' somebody peekin' at y'all ever' minute o' the day, but it
works out okay, too. The General don' trust nobody, so he has
everybody watched, and I do mean everybody. If'n Mr. Camera Guy had
been able to warn us the General was comin', we might o' been able ta
keep ol' Cheryl, God rest her soul, out of trouble. Usually he does,
but he can't be there all the time. If'n I understand it right there's
only the one of y'all, is that right Mr. Camera Guy?"
I nodded the camera again. The General had a hard time trying to
balance his need to know what is going on in every part of the complex
at any given moment against the amount of information this puts in the
hands of the person doing the watching. So far he'd decided that one
person was enough and together with a lot of VCR's, lots of cameras,
including some even the general didn't know about, and a huge tape
library, I hadn't disappointed him. Which is to say: I was still
alive.
Charlotte went on: "Now let's get on ta other thangs, here." Charlotte
emphasized again how the must wear their chador whenever they were away
from their "assigned" area, which consisted of a suite of rooms near
their dormitory. There would be no way to mistake the boundary as the
only exit was heavily guarded. Within their area, they were to wear
their present clothing while off duty. When they were "on duty" they
would wear either lingerie or such clothing as might be required to
fulfill their "dates" desires. The variety of fantasies was the reason
they had been given several lockers.
Charlotte explained: "Y'all have a latex dress fer the disco room. It's
got a little bitty lighted dance floor and a sound system and a disco
ball with a color wheel and the mattress is covered with shiny satin.
We had an imitation fur thang as sheets fer a while, but y'all don'
wanna even imagine what thet was like to clean. And, o' course, y'all
gotta have yer genuine Baywatch swimsuit fer the pool room."
Lucinda interrupted to add: "Don' get no ideas you're gonna be swimmin'
laps. It's a big hot tub with no jacuzzi's. Exceptin' for the water
they had plenty of everything else they need for a beach real close to
hand. If you're workin' that room, I suggest you fuck 'em in the
water. Otherwise the sand gets in everything and unless you like your
insides getting scrubbed out with sand, you'll stay in the water."
"Thank ya, Lucinda! Words o' someone who's been there girls!" said
Charlotte. "Now of course y'all gotta have yer harem girl outfit. Ah
guess it ain't too realistic but they get a kick outta what the
Americans think a harem outfit should look like."
Dana just had to add: "I'll bet I know what that's like! I was in
Switzerland on a summer holiday and we came across a "Cowboy" club in
this quaint little beer garden. They were all dressed up as "Cowboys
and Indians", but it was sort of like they got all their ideas from
Television, and then tried to make it from whatever they had to hand.
It was kinda funny to see what they thought was..."
Charlotte cut her off: "Alrighty! Thet's the idea! Now let me finish
here! Y'all got some of yer garter belts and stockings and thet sorta
lingerie fer the cathouse room. Y'all get yer fancy long dress fer the
millionaire bedroom and y'all gotta have a cheerleader outfit and yer
leather outfit."
Patty perked up: "Leather? You mean we get to do domination?"
Charlotte chuckled and added: "Sorry, no. Well, not on the soldiers.
They don' seem ta promote officers with them sorta interests. It's
usually fer girl/girl scenes, where one o' y'all is the top and
dominates the other. But yer both a bottom for the man."
Dana was quick to ask: "Where do all these clothes come from? I mean
it's not like there's a Macy's next door or something, right?"
Lucinda answered: "He gets it all off the internet. You'd be surprised
what you can order from there. They don' care where it ships to, if
you got a credit card number. Your measurements were taken the day you
were kidnapped. Your clothes will probably be here today."
Charlotte confirmed Lucinda's statement. "As a matter of fact, they
are. Yer first job after this meetin' will be ta put yer new clothes
away in yer lockers. Yer next job will be ta get rid o' yer pubic
hair. Lucinda will get the day off from her regular schedule ta he'p
y'all get settled in. Ah got a meetin' with the General and the new
girls has gotta be dressed and ready per the posted schedule. Lucinda
can show you where thet is."
Charlotte rose to indicate the talking was over. "Alrighty! Now
thet's thet and y'all have lots to do. The General does not have a
tolerance for tardiness and Ah gotta be goin'. Get yerselves put away
and shaved and dressed per the schedule and don' even think o' draggin'
yer feet."
Lucinda ignored the storm of questions which erupted the moment
Charlotte was out of the room. She showed them a clipboard on the back
of the door to their room. "Here's our schedule. It'll list a man, the
room, and how much time he has with you. This is 'muy' better than
what it was before Charlotte got here. The General got the original
idea of a built in whorehouse from Dr. Arkan. We were each of us jus'
stuck in a room with a little mattress on the floor. If the door was
open, a man, mostly only one man, would come in and close the door, and
do what he wanted to do until he was done doing anythin' he wanted to
do to you. Then he opened the door and another one would come in and
do what he wanted to do. And it went on like that for 12 to 16 hours
a day, every day."
"When it got so bad that a girl couldn' stan' it no more, then she
would go crazy and try to bite somebody's dick off. Or maybe she would
just go limp and lie there. Some of the men, they didn' care, but most
don' like that. That girl would be for Dr. Arkan to play with. A lot
of them..., they din' come back when they went to play with him."
Lucinda paused to be certain the women surrounding her understood her
last phrase. Rapt attention came from each of them.
Lucinda continued: "Charlotte, she was an Army nurse. They kidnapped
her durin' operation Desert Storm. They used her like that, too. An'
one night she got lucky. She got a chance to get fucked by the
General. I don' know how she did it, but she talked him into makin' up
these rooms and lettin' the officers earn time with us as a reward.
She promised we could make it a lot nicer for the men, if we weren't
just a hot hole to be fucked. There was only the three of us left by
that time, so it jus' barely worked."
Dana interrupted her: "Only three left? So there were other women
before us? Where did they come from? What happened to them?"
Lucinda replied: "You don' listen, huh? I tol' you what happened to
them. They went to play with Dr. Arkan. We don' none of us leave here
alive. One of the reasons we don' leave here alive is 'cause we know
too much. The General, he has a special project with a bunch of
Chinese scientists. They're making an atom bomb that can fit in a
suitcase. The General got a fire sale price on some Russian ICBM
warheads and he's makin' them into somethin' that would be easy to
smuggle into another country, like maybe the United States. If he can
do that he gets big points with his boss. He got a whole bunch of big
deal scientists from China and they brought their wives and
girlfriends. When they didn' work hard, enough the General "motivated"
them by takin' away their women and givin' them to his troops. When
that didn' work he made them watch that cruzado, Dr. Arkan, play with a
woman. I guess, they started workin' real hard after that. One by one
those women, they go a little crazy, and Dr. Arkan, he gets them
anyway. Su Li is the last one and I think the General just used her to
'motivate' them one more time. She just had a session with Dr. Arkan
and they got to watch it on TV. I don' know what all he did, but at
least part of it was he burned off her nipples with a welding torch.
She's been recoverin' from the doctor's playtime for weeks. So when
the schedule says you be dressed in a certain way, and be in a room at
a certain time, you be there! Unnerstan'? An' you do whatever the man
wants to do and you don' let any complaints get back to the General,
unless you wanna be a play toy for Dr. Arkan. Now shut up and let's
get done what we gotta do."
Dana's questions persisted: "So we know where Charlotte came from and
where Su Li came from, but how about you? How did you wind up here.
Were you with the Army too?"
Lucinda's shoulders slumped and she let out a sigh. "Okay, one more
story and then can we get the work done?" She looked over the group
and received a silent nod from each.
Lucinda took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she began "My
mother was a whore in Tijuana. She was born on a farm, but her
parents, they couldn' grow enough food to feed all the children, so
they sent their oldest daughter to find a job in the city. She tried
to make a livin' doin' odd jobs and even beggin', but she was starvin'.
Pretty soon she was earning money as a whore. She got picked up by a
bunch of college kids from a fancy ass ivy league college in the USA.
One of the boys, it was his first time and he thought he was in love
with her. He gave her all kinds of money and set her up in a nice
apartment and came to visit her whenever he could. Lucinda was born
about a year after they first met. I remember I had really pretty
dresses and there was good food and I could go to school. Then he
started to come to visit less and less and he didn' send so much money.
One day he called to say he was gettin' married to a woman his family
had picked for him. I guess they didn' want him marryin' a Tijuana
whore, hey? His new wife didn' approve of him sendin' money to a woman
in Mexico, so the money stopped comin'. Pretty soon Mama was back to
doing the only thing she knew how to do for money."
"Except, she was ten years older now and the gringo's... they like
young whores. She hadda take the ones nobody else wanted to fuck. She
got sick... bad sick. Now, I guess it was AIDS, but I was too little
to know then. She didn' have no money for medicine and maybe there
wasn' any to buy anyway. So, just before she died, she did the best
she could to see that her little girl didn' starve to death."
"She sold me to a cantina owner in Tijuana. You think you got it tough
here? On my tenth birthday I sucked off a donkey in front of a hundred
drunken gringo's. And every day after that, I got to do it twice a
day. And when I wasn't on stage, I got to "entertain" lots of gringos.
Old gringo's, they like to fuck really young girls. They pay extra for
it. If you cry a little when you take their thing in your mouth, huh?
And scream a little when they stick it in your bottom? They give you
extra money. You don' get to keep it, 'cause the cantina owner, he has
to be paid for your food and clothes and whatever else he can think of
that costs always a little more than whatever you get. But if you make
enough, he will feed you and not beat you..., that day. And maybe...
just maybe, you only have to suck him off before he has his siesta
instead of him fucking your ass. A couple years later I got these."
Her hands caressed her large breasts. "I had my first period about six
months before that. It scared me all to hell. No one tol' what it was
gonna be like. One of the other whores hadda explain to me what a
period was."
"Once my titta's started gettin' big, the cantina owner, he was really
angry, 'cause even shavin' my pussy didn' make me look like I was
younger than ten years old. So for my thirteenth birthday, they made
me fuck the donkey. And twice a day, when it wasn't my birthday. When
I turned 15, they taught the donkey to fuck me in my asshole. I got
tired of that in a hurry. I tried to run away. Before I left, I cut
that fuckin' donkey's balls off and then I ran like hell."
"I tried to sneak into the USA. I thought maybe I could find my father
and he could get me a job doin'... I don' know what, but somethin' else,
anyway. I was stupid. I din' know nothin'. The guards at the
border, they stopped me. They put me in a cell and then they
called the owner of the cantina. He told them he was my father and he
thanked them for findin' me. I think he thanked them with nice money,
so they wouldn' ask why it took four grown up men to get me into my
"father's" truck. When we got back to the cantina, they beat the crap
out of me till I passed out and the next day they did it again and the
day after that. And then they sold me to the General's man."
"How old are you, Lucinda?" asked Dana. Lucinda straightened and
looked her in the eye as she answered: "Today is my birthday, and since
you're here, I get the day off, but don' count on a big fancy cake and
a pinata, hey? I'm 21 years
old."
"Oh gosh!" Beth exclaimed, "I thought you were like way older than me."
Lucinda's eyes smoldered as she replied: "Yeah, well you try gettin'
raped a dozen times a day for a year or two and we'll see how long you
stay young. Now, we got everybody's gawdamm life story, hey? Now
gawdammit, we gotta get this done."
A somewhat subdued group of women attacked the pallet of boxes and
packages. They sorted the sizes to the appropriate person and stored
their garments under Lucinda's direction. Beth was adamant that she
would never be able to learn to walk in the four inch heels provided
for her. Lucinda assured her the choices would be either learn or
break an ankle. But a broken ankle was not a release from the work
schedule. There would be no days off to recover.
With her curiosity still leading her, Dana left the others to look over
the chart on the door and asked: "Hey, there's only one listing for us
new girls today. It says what outfits we wear and it's blocked out for
several hours, but under the room it says 'Special'. What does that
mean?"
Lucinda shrugged her shoulders and said simply: "Charlotte din' tell me
an' I don' know. But if it's special, you better be ready early, and
lookin' good or we all got our asses in a sling."
"Well there's only one other thing on the list. During our 'special',
Su Li has "Chinatown" for the whole time. What's that all about?"
asked Dana.
Lucinda told her: "That's what Charlotte calls the area where them
Chinese work. They still get laid once in a while. Su Li is the last
of their women. If they've been good, the General, he sends her down
to take care of their needs. Course, I don't know how much good she's
gonna be to them in the shape she's in now."
Beth asked: "She can hardly sit up. How is she going to even walk to
wherever this Chinatown is?"
Again, Lucinda shrugged. "Then I'm gonna have to help her get down
there. Charlotte tol' you we gotta help each other. The General don'
let nobody miss a day on their schedule. Don' forget, hey? When we're
done here, you ladies gotta start shavin' your cunts. Any you gonna
need help with that? Patty girl, maybe you want help? I could do a
real careful job for you, hey?" Dana quickly spoke up to insist she
didn't need any help. Kristin whispered to Beth that she would help
her, if she needed it, and asking Beth to help her, if she needed it in
turn. The time allowed for preparation went quickly.
Chapter Five A: The Warm Up Event
This time it was a group of only four women who followed Charlotte down
the hallway between their guards. Again they all wore the chador, but
Charlotte had been most specific about the costumes under the
concealing wraps. Beth and Kristin were in lingerie. Beth had been
helped into a green waist cincher. Her already trim waistline was
compressed even further. Garter stockings and heels in matching colors
completed the outfit. The green served to accentuate her flame red
hair. Kristin had been dressed in all red garter belt, stockings and
heels. Both girls were painfully aware of how their newly shaven
genitals were prominently displayed by their outfits. Charlotte had
been insistent that their makeup must be perfect. Lucinda had been
pressed into duty to help Beth, who had seldom worn makeup before.
Beth's makeup had to be done a second time, as she had spoiled the
first job when she burst into tears, begging to spared from the ordeal
to come. Kristin had managed to control her own tears but she was
clearly frightened. As the group made ready to leave, Dana had
jokingly suggested the two younger women's outfits made them look like
a Christmas present for Hugh Hefner, but no one laughed.
Charlotte had "let slip" to Dana and Patty that they would be
"assisting" in a "welcoming" ceremony. They were to dress in their
leather outfits. These were made of linked, large, flat leather rings
which served to only partially conceal some of their skin. Their
breasts were supported, but mostly bare. The rings provided some cover
for their torso and legs but left their pubic area and buttocks
exposed. Black, high heeled ankle boots completed the outfits.
Everyone but Charlotte wore ankle and wrist cuffs of thick leather
with sturdy D-rings.
AS they walked toward their destination, Dana pondered how odd it was
that they were to walk through the public areas without showing an inch
of skin and yet be so scandalously dressed under their chador.
Charlotte had stopped enroute, to pick up with a small suitcase. When
the other women asked about it's contents she put them off with:
Supplies! Now fergit it!" Beth and Kristin had been certain their
guards were leading them back to the auditorium and were somewhat
relieved when Charlotte had whispered that a gymnasium was their
destination.
When the girls arrived, their guards took up station outside the door
and Charlotte led them in. Upon entering, they found the room much
smaller than the auditorium. A boxing ring filled the center. The
ropes that would normally mark the edges of the ring had been removed.
The ring itself was lowered so that all the seats around it looked down
to the action therein. On each corner, an aisle led from an exit door
to the edge of the ring. Two bondage crosses, a meter apart, occupied
the center of the ring. Chains hung from each corner of the X-shapes.
Rather than the usual heavy wooden timbers these were made from the
same steel Dr. Arkan's impaling mechanism had used. The arms were
jointed in several places and the centers were padded. Again, large
television screens were available to provide close ups and instant
replays of the action in the ring.
The seats were completely filled, with very few exceptions . All the
men present were in fatigues, except for a small group seated along
either side of one aisle, very close to the ring. They were dressed
in robes, as if there were to be a boxing match. Along a third aisle,
were what was clearly a medical contingent in whites, several with
medical bags. Dr. Arkan had a seat among them.
On one side of the ring the seats had been removed completely,
continuing several rows up from ringside. A short C-shaped wall
separated an area with a large comfortable sofa from the rest of the
seats. The floor in front of the sofa was strewn with pillows. The
General, also wearing a robe, walked around his private box, joking
with the officers in nearby seats.
When the girls reached the bottom of the aisle, Charlotte told Kristin
and Beth they were to help her in attaching Dana and Patty to the
crosses. Dana exclaimed: "What the fuck? I thought those two were
supposed to be the goddamned entertainment!"
Charlotte fixed her with a hard gaze and whispered: "Shhhh! They are!
This is gonna be just like a boxin' card. There's a warm up match,
afore the main event, and the two o' y'all are it. Don' try ta fool
around here now! Just do as Ah say, or the good doctor over there will
have two more ta try out his marvelous toys. Y'all hear me? Alrighty!
Now follow me!"
Charlotte led the group of women onto the stage and a round of applause
greeted them. Charlotte hissed under her breath to them: "Alright, now
take off your chador and, whatever y'all do, don't go tryin' ta cover
yerselves with yer hands." Following her own advice she quickly began
to undress. With somewhat less dispatch, the other girls followed
suit. Under Charlotte's direction Beth and Kristin gathered up the
discarded clothing and carried it to an empty space along one edge of
the stage.
When they were finished, Charlotte directed them to line up facing the
General. She then hissed: "Now, do exactly as Ah do!" She bowed from
the waist, placing her hands under her breasts, as if offering them to
the General. Somewhat bewildered the girls followed suit and the
General led another round of applause.
At a sign from the General they were released to straighten up and
Charlotte led Beth and Kristin through the process of securing the two
other girls to the bondage racks. While they were busy making last
adjustments to the chains holding Dana and Patty in a spread-eagle,
Charlotte opened her case.
She removed what looked like a wide length of cloth, six small boxes
and two very small boxes. These she placed in a row along one edge of
the ring. Closing her case, she directed Beth to stand at the edge of
the ring facing Patty. Kristin took up station opposite Dana.
Charlotte walked around the two bound girls winding the length of cloth
around their midsections as she went. The band extended from just
below their breasts to just above their hips. When she was finished,
the girl's torsos were totally immobilized.
Opening two of the small boxes, Charlotte removed identical penis gags.
Summoning Kristin and Beth, she instructed them to place them on the
bound girls. Kristin immediately grasped the concept and Dana was soon
staring toward the ceiling trying to breath through her nose and keep
the penis shape from gagging her. Beth, the more naive of the two,
caused hoots of derision and bursts of laughter when she affixed the
gag to Patty's face with the phallus shape pointing toward the
audience. The cameras picked up the mistake and all the men in the
hall could laugh at her mistake. Charlotte looked into one of the
screens to see what was the matter and played to the audience by
dramatically rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
Coming to Beth's aid, she directed the unbound girls to their places at
the edge of the ring and attempted to correct Beth's work. She removed
the gag and presented it, correctly oriented, to Patty's mouth. Patty
refused to open her mouth and there followed more laughter as Charlotte
tried several times, unsuccessfully to force it past her lips.
Exasperated, Charlotte whispered to her: "Ah am sorry honey, but when
they stop laughing we's both in deep shit." She backed away just the
slightest amount and took one of Patty's large nipples between thumb
and forefinger. Whispering: "Please forgive me.", she used a
fingernail to mercilessly squeeze the captured nipple.
Patty opened her mouth in a shriek of pain and the gag was quickly
inserted. It took several more moments to quiet Patty and let her find
the position that afforded the least discomfort from this new item.
Stepping in as if to check the gag again, Charlotte spoke quietly to
the two girls: "Ah am really sorry, but Ah gotta do what Ah gotta do.
Yer buddy Cheryl, God rest her soul, shoulda made that easy to
understan'."
Now returning to the line of boxes at the edge of the ring, she picked
up the two smallest boxes and opened them. Inside each was another box
which opened like jewelry boxes. Charlotte dramatically walked a
circuit around the ring displaying the contents to the crowd. Applause
followed her porgies. Coming back to her starting point, she announced
in a loud voice, first in Farsi, then in English: "Ah am sorry girls.
I clean forgot ta tell y'all somethin'. Y'all must have noticed the
jewelry in my nipple and Lucinda's. Y'all shoulda figgered it was
gonna happen ta y'all, too. Well..." she paused dramatically,
"tonight's the night." Unintelligible grunts from the bound girls and
gasps from Beth and Kristin greeted her announcement.
Not waiting for the news to sink in, Charlotte walked to the side of
the ring facing the medical group. Bowing to them, she invited them to
join her on stage. Four men arose from the group and, in pairs,
proceeded to prepare each of the bound women. The first pair swabbed
each woman's left breast with a large sponge filled with disinfectant.
This process took longer than was necessary for strictly medical
reasons. The second pair then quickly injected each disinfected breast
with a painkiller and the men retired to their seats.
Charlotte returned to the bound women again, this time with a lubricant
smeared on each hand. As she smeared each girls crotch, she whispered
to them: "Ah am sorry girls, y'all gotta believe me. Now we're just
gonna kill some time ta let thet there painkiller numb up yer nipples a
mite. They didn' do that fo' me and Ah thought Ah was gonna lose my
mind, it hurt so terrible. This is gonna be embarrasin' and
uncomfortable, but it's better than havin' yer nipples pierced without
any he'p. Just trust me!"
Returning to her row of boxes, she emptied two more. Again making a
circuit of the ring, she displayed two large black butt plugs. Coating
them copiously with lubricant she summoned Beth and Kristin and quickly
explained where these were to go. Kristin had no difficulty in slowly
introducing the invader into Dana's rectum. Beth was in tears as she
knelt in front of Patty and could only hang onto the girls leg, making
no effort to complete her task. Catcalls from the audience greeted her
failure. Charlotte quickly relieved her of the unused plug and loudly
announced, again first in Arabic and then in English: "Y'all kin put
it up her behind or y'all can have it in yers. Which do y'all wanta
do, Beth? Y'all got three seconds ta make up yer mind!"
This pronouncement was met with laughter from the crowd and more tears
protest from Beth. Charlotte muttered to herself: "On the other hand,
this might be for the better." To Beth she said:" Alrighty! Go ta yer
spot on the edge o' the stage and git down on yer hands and knees.
Keep yer butt up in the air and put yer head down on the mat. Move!
Now!"
Totally overwhelmed, Beth could do more than hang onto Patty and cry.
Frightened by the tone of Charlotte's voice and the cat calls that were
erupting from the crowd, Kristin came from the other side of the ring
and helped Beth to move. Once she was in position, Charlotte told
Kristin: "Go get plenty of that lube over there."
When Kristin returned, she asked Charlotte: "Why don't you hold her
and I'll put it in? I remember how it felt my first time. She's my
friend. Let me take her butt cherry? Okay?" Charlotte did not look
convinced, but she replied sotto voce: "Alrighty! Take it real easy,
but give 'em a good show." She then knelt with her legs on either side
of Beth's head, resting her labia lightly on Beth's neck. From there
she reached back to spread Beth's buttcheeks. Frightened sobbing could
be heard from between Charlotte's legs. Kristin swallowed hard and
spread a heavy coating of lubrication all along the intended area of
operation. With a gesture for patience to Charlotte, she bent down
and whispered in Beth's ear: "The lady on top of you is your mistress.
She's holding you to spread your cheeks so every one of these men can
see your bottom. She's going to have a dildo put in your asshole in
front of all of them and you will have to display yourself to them,
with it in you. There are lots of men... getting hot... watching you
being penetrated." She straightened again and with a shrug to
Charlotte, she began to plant the butt plug in Beth's backdoor.
Little cries of "NO!... It's too big!... Owweeee! Owwweeee!
Owweeeee! Ta hayke... it... ouoooooot! NO! NO!" accompanied each
inch of butt plug as it was slowly, inexorably, forced into her virgin
asshole. A split screen allowed those in the back seats to admire not
only the progress of the plug, but the look on Beth's face as the
process continued. When, at last, the deed was done, Kristin again
knelt down to whisper in Beth's ear. "When your mistress gets off of
you, don't try to move. Just stay put. All these men are looking at
you with a butt plug up your ass and wishing it was their "thing" in
you. They all want you." Charlotte judged that Beth would do as
Kristin had suggested and stood up. Beth remained where she had been
placed, the greasy stopper of the butt plug gleaming in the room
lights, her sobs barely audible.
Charlotte took in a deep breath and announced: "Now let's git the show
on the road ag'in." She opened the last two boxes and produced large
phallic dildoes. Enlisting Kristin to help, the two quickly coated
the dildoes with lubrication. Kneeling before Dana and Patty, they
introduced the dildoes slowly into the bound womens' vaginas. Patty
was almost silent as Charlotte pushed the huge phallus into her. A
heavy blowing and whining accompanied Kristin's efforts with Dana. A
quick whisper from Charlotte: "Twist the base! They vibrate!" was
quickly obeyed.
Now that this part was complete, Charlotte directed Kristin to kneel on
the edge of the stage mirroring Beth. Charlotte approached the side
of the stage where the medical group sat and bowed to them. As she
bowed, she cupped her breasts and nodded to Dr. Arkan. Receiving his
nod in return, she straightened and walked further around the ring
until she faced the General. Again she bowed, presenting herself as
before. This time the General beckoned to her. As she approached, he
opened his robe to display a huge erection. Without being told
Charlotte came forward until she could kneel between his legs and
immediately placed her hands behind her back. With no waste motions
she captured his penis in her mouth and her head began to bob up and
down.
Dr. Arkan picked up the nipple jewelry from the edge of the ring. He
looked from one bound woman to the other and elected to start with
Dana. The numbing effect of the painkiller was at its maximum, but it
was not enough to completely eliminate the pain of penetrating such a
sensitive area. Knowing that the General was watching his every move
on the TV screens (which afforded close ups of Dana' breast from
above), Dr. Arkan was very careful to place the piercing almost at the
point where the nipple joined the areola and as perpendicular to the
line of her body as possible. A muffled scream accompanied his slow
and steady pushing of the pin-like stud. When it was complete, a
single drop of blood formed on the newly installed jewelry. The doctor
took a spoon from his shirt pocket and captured the drop of blood.
Tears flowed from Dana's eyes and she sobbed with her eyes closed,
waiting for the pain to subside.
Somehow, even through her pain, she could sense Dr. Arkan towering over
her, glaring at her, and she opened her eyes. He stared into her eyes,
until it was obvious that he had her undivided attention. He made her
look at her own blood on the spoon and then at his face. He licked the
blood off the spoon and smiled down at her. Dana's eyes shut again and
sobs wracked her. It wasn't just the terror of the perverted Doctor
that tore at her. The damage to her self image was more intensive.
She had always been proud of her breasts. They were naturally large
and well shaped. Many women had paid handsomely for surgery to have
breasts like hers. Now they were just a setting for an ornament. A
Cyrillic character hung from the hoop attached to the stud in her
nipple. Charlotte had explained that it was the first letter of the
Arabic word for "Slave." A cheer arose from the assembly as he stepped
back and gestured toward his handiwork. The large television screens
showed close ups of Dana's face and breasts. The lower part of her
face was completely covered by the gag, but the stream of tears that
flowed from her eyes easily conveyed the pain, both physical and
psychic, within the woman.
Dr. Arkan now approached Patty. She regarded him from the corner of
her eye with fear, but only for his obvious sadism. She had known a
number of women with piercings and had considered it for herself on
more than one occasion. This was not the way she had pictured a
piercing being acquired nor where she would have chosen to be pierced.
But, it held no fear for her, other than the pain. She closed her
eyes, refusing to look at him. The doctor saw her trying to tune him
out and rejected her attempt to ignore him. A slap from the doctor
rang like a shot throughout the auditorium and turned one entire side
of her face scarlet. A moment later his backhand caught her across
the other cheek. Tears welled from her eyes and grunting sounds
accompanied the shuddering movements of her body. Now satisfied with
her "attitude" Dr. Arkan quickly completed the piercing. This time he
made no pretense of using a spoon and piggishly attached his mouth to
Patty's nipple, avidly sucking and swallowing the small amount of blood
from the piercing. Again a cheer arose as he stepped away from the
woman and the cameras zoomed in on her face and breasts. Obviously
pleased with himself, the doctor returned to his seat. At a sign from
the General, Charlotte released his penis from her mouth and returned
to the ring. Deciding Beth would be of little help in her current
state, she summoned Kristin to help in releasing the two bound women.
Chapter Five B: The Main Event
Kristin removed the phallic vibrator from Patty, placing it in the
more prosaic 'box' in which it had entered the arena, while Charlotte
removed her penis gag. Patty gulped in huge breaths of air, while she
was released from bondage. After a quick swig from a water bottle,
like a fighter between rounds, she was ready to assist Charlotte.
Kristin was directed to her kneeling position, again mirroring Beth.
Patty took the lead in unplugging and releasing Dana, while Charlotte
produced yet more boxes from her suitcase.
As she reached in close to release Dana's wrists, Patty whispered in
her ear: "Hurts like shit, right?" Dana's response was an "Shit! Oh
Shit! It hurts big time. That fucking puke was really enjoying
mutilating us." As she released the other wrist, Patty whispered:
"Just shrug it off! That's the only way to keep that bastard away from
us. Just do what we gotta do!"
The two women in Leather made the necessary adjustments to the bondage
frame for Kristin and attached her wrist and ankles per Charlotte's
instructions. While the three of them were busy, Charlotte spoke to an
almost unresponsive Beth: "Darlin', here's what's gonna happen. Y'all
are gonna have a little nipple jewelry to match ours and then y'all are
gonna be penetrated sexually three times. And then we'll all go back
to our beds, okay? Do y'all understand that, honey?" Beth's response
was a minimal nod. "Alright then, honey! Here we go! C'mon!"
Charlotte led Beth to the empty apparatus. With Patty and Dana's help
Beth was soon locked in a spread-eagle opposite Kristin. Without
being told, Patty and Dana took up Beth and Kristin's now vacated
stations at the sides of the ring.
The room rang with screams as the girls nipples were pierced by Dr.
Arkan. The numbing provided by the medical team took over fairly
quickly, but there had been less time for it to take effect before the
piercing. Dr. Arkan fairly glowed with pleasure as he returned to his
seat.
Beth was crying loudly when Charlotte was again allowed to release the
General's penis from her oral care. She rummaged in her case and came
up with some kleenex and the water bottle. Somehow she quieted the
young woman and held the kleenex while Beth blew her nose. After Beth
had had a quick swig from the water bottle, Charlotte hissed: "Listen
ta me, dammit! If'n the guy tries ta stick his dick down yer throat,
y'all gotta breath through yer nose. Do y'all hear what Ah'm sayin'?"
Even knowing the men's patience would be small, she repeated it over
and over until Beth parroted back her directions.
Charlotte led Dana and Patty through the process of rearranging the
bondage frames so the bound girls were bent at the waist. The arms of
the bondage frame now held their arms extended toward the floor. The
padded portion of the X partially supported their torso's, with their
bottoms slightly higher than their heads. Their legs were held wide
apart by the respective legs of their bondage frames. Patty and Dana
did their best to make the young women comfortable in this new position
with minimal adjustments to the apparatus, while Charlotte returned to
her now nearly empty suitcase.
Charlotte summoned Patty and Dana to her. While squeezing a copious
amount of lube in the right hand of each women, Charlotte whispered.
"Okay, now y'all are the fluffers for the boys coming up next. If'n
they pick a red ping pong ball with her number on it, they're gonna
fuck her mouth. If'n they get a white ball, they're gonna do her pussy
and I guess y'all can figger where it goes if'n they pull out a black
ball. If it ain't red, they're gonna come up ta y'all fer a blowjob
first, afore they stick it ta the girls. Y'all stay kneelin behind yer
girl the entire time and maybe even help 'em get it in the hole that
goes with the ping pong ball. While their humpin' away, y'all just
face away from the action and stay on yer knees. Patty, honey,
remember: y'all gotta keep yer knees spread wide. They wanna see yer
pretty pussy. Arighty?"
"Dana, I'm puttin' y'all behind Beth. Do as good a blowjob as y'all
kin, fer as long as y'all kin get 'em ta stand fer it. The closer
y'all get 'em ta blowin' their load, the easier it's gonna be on her.
When he pulls out o' yer mouth, make sure y'all get plenty o' thet lube
on his dick. And if y'all get a chance, try to slip as much inta her
as y'all kin. We're s'posed ta lube her by lickin' on her, but Ah
think y'all kin probably git away with a few pokes with a lubed up
finger er two. It's a hell of a way ta lose yer maidenhead, but there
y'all have it. Do what y'all kin fer her. Got thet?" Dana nodded and
walked over to take up station behind Beth. The cameras zoomed in on
her face as her mouth disappeared between Beth's cheeks. Squawks of
protest came from Beth, as Dana lightly penetrated her nether orifices
with a lubricated finger and then fingers.
Charlotte whispered essentially the same directions to Patty and then
added: "Ah don' suppose this is yer kinda thing, but there ain't no
he'p fer it. Y'all kin take their dicks in yer mouth for a little
while, or y'all kin switch with me and try deep throatin' the General.
If he blows his load, ya gotta swaller it all, an' don' take him outta
yer mouth until he says ya kin. Yer call?" Without a word, Patty
forced an exaggerated grin and walked toward Kristin. A look of
genuine pleasure was momentarily visible, before her mouth began to
service Kristin's privates. As Charlotte reached into her case again
to pull out two velvet bags, she whispered loudly: "And keep yer teeth
off'n their dicks ladies, whatever y'all do!"
Charlotte removed two velvet bags, one red and one green, from her
case. The bags had wooden handles and resembled the ones a magician
might use. She again bowed to the General, cupping her breasts and
then bowed similarly to the robed group of men. The first two lucky
soldiers arose to cheers and catcalls from the audience. Casting aside
their robes, it was obvious their hard muscled bodies would have looked
at home in a bodybuilding competition. They each reached inside a bag
held out to them by Charlotte. She had done her best to quickly gauge
which man was the more endowed and send him Kristin's way.
The green bag gave up a red ball to Beth's first partner. He
immediately moved to stand in front of her. His penis needed no
coaxing to stand at attention. It stood hard against his belly and he
made a play of stroking himself while pointing at Dana. Positioned
with her back to him, Dana could not know what provoked the catcalls
and laughter. With no further ado, the soldier grabbed hold of Beth's
jaw and forced his penis into her mouth. Having little idea of what to
do with him, Beth did her best to wiggle her head back and forth, while
squeezing him with her lips. Charlotte had chosen better than she
knew. The young lieutenant was a relative newcomer to sex himself and
was rapidly moving toward orgasm. He quickly began short strokes in
counterpoint to Beth's efforts to caress his shaft.
Kristin called encouragement to her: "Yeah! You go girl! Suck him
good! Alright, Yeah!"
After picking a black ball, Krisin's intended partner had stopped to
enjoy more of Patty's oral ministrations than was strictly necessary.
Having grabbed her by the hair, he rapidly masturbated himself with her
lips. When she tried to resist him by simply relaxing her lips,
leaving him almost no friction, he had taken that as a sign to force
his length into her throat. She had quickly returned to sucking him
and giving him firm pressure with her lips. When he was ready for a new
sensation, the soldier withdrew. Patty did her best to appear
subservient by helping to place his penis tightly against Kristin's
anus. This had given her a chance to place a reasonable amount of lube
on his penis. Remembering that Kristin was a vaginal virgin and what
was yet to come, she had attempted to hold back as much lubrication as
she felt she could without endangering Kristin's rectum.
Kristin was no stranger to anal penetration. She had learned to cope
with the occasional drunken football player, who was determined to
share his buddy's good fortune without thinking to ask Kristin's
permission first. She mentally prepared herself for the penetration to
come. "Damn this bastard. I'm gonna try to like this, no matter what.
I'm not gonna let him hurt me. I've done this plenty before. This is
just one more dick. He's gonna pull out of me as limp as a shrimp and
I'm gonna be able to just keep on goin'." Over and over she repeated
parts of this mantra to herself. With no concern for the young woman's
welfare, the soldier proceeded to ram himself into her anus, burying
his length within her rectum in one continuous push. "Heeyahh! Fuck!
Hoooooooo! Ho! Fuck Me! Ki Yi Yi Yeeeeee!" came from Kristin in
reaction. The cheers and catcalls from the audience were loud and
long.
Hearing Kristin and watching her face was too much for the soldier
being serviced by Beth. He quickly dumped a load of semen in Beth's
mouth. The gagging sounds and sight of his semen pouring from her lips
were enough to produce more excitement for him. He took his penis in
his hand and shook the rest of his spending onto her face. He rubbed
the last of it off in her hair and raised his hands, looking for all
the world as though he had won a boxing match. Again the cheers and
catcalls filled the room. An instant replay of the event was well
received by those who had been concentrating on Kristin's penetration
and had missed the completion of Beth's first forced oral sodomy.
Now all eyes focussed on Kristin as her partner began to stroke in
earnest. "Fuck me! Oh Man! Yeah! Fuck my asshole you sumbitch!"
came vociferously from Kristin. A litany of encouragement accompanied
by what little wiggling of her luscious posterior her bondage
permitted, served to motivate her penetrater. The soldier reammed her
with long slow strokes, his excitement building as the young woman
urged him on. He couldn't understand the words, but the tone of her
voice and the motions of her body were powerfully arousing. When he
grabbed her by the hips and began to rummage as deeply in her guts as
possible, with short jackhammer like strokes, Kristin announced her
fate. "OH SHEEEEEEEIT. I'MMMM GONNAAA COMMMME...... OHHH FUUUUCK...
MEEEEEEEE....... YEEEEHAH... HAH... HAHHHHH!" Her rectal muscles bore
down on the soldier's penis and together with her screams he was
excited beyond his ability to hold back. He began to spurt and the
feeling of him pulsing in her guts brought Kristin to another orgasm.
The room erupted with cheers as though her rapist had just scored a
winning soccer goal. He raised his arms in victory and paraded around
the ring. Then, restoring their robes, the two soldiers headed for
their seats with huge grins.
Charlotte had not been able to watch the events, having been on her
knees servicing the General, yet again. Kristin's explosive climax,
together with a small amount of handwork on the General's shaft had
produced a copious climax for her to deal with. When he gave her
permission to remove his penis from her mouth, she scurried back into
the ring. The next pair of soldiers had already disrobed and awaited
her by the bound girls. While picking up the bags, Charlotte again
made a quick survey of the penises presented her. She winced when it
appeared there would be no help for it. Each young woman was about to
receive a healthy helping of man meat. She offered the bags and each
soldier pulled out his selection. Both balls were white.
The two soldiers approached their targets from the rear. Having
observed his predecessor, the soldier being serviced by Patty simply
grabbed her head and began to pump his length in and out of her mouth
and throat. The gagging and retching sounds seem to fascinate him.
Beth's partner was not minded to stop for "servicing" by Dana. With
his penis bravely pointed to the ceiling and his eyes fixed on Beth's
shaven pubic area, he walked right past the kneeling girl. Quickly
thinking, Dana grabbed his hand and pulled like a child demanding
attention. When the soldier looked at her she did her best to get his
attention. She shook her head to bring attention to her blonde hair.
Then, while playing with her non-pierced nipple, she ran her tongue
around her lips and alternated staring at his penis and looking up with
a pleading gaze into his eyes. It worked. Being less of a novice at
orally pleasuring a man, she was able to take the head of the man's
penis into her throat with little preliminary. She did her best to
engage his eyes with hers and to spider claw his testicles, all the
while keeping a deep rhythm on his penis. In a few moments his eyes
closed and he began to pump his hips in time to Dana's bobbing head.
The rough treatment Patty was receiving was more than she could stand
for long. Wishing she could do more for Kristin, but needing to save
herself she pulled away from the soldier in front of her and began to
rapidly masturbate him with her lubricant coated hand. This evidently
was not pleasing to the soldier and he slapped her aside, to step up
behind Kristin. Wasting no time, he positioned himself and began to
drive into Kristin's vagina. Her hymen was quickly broken, but this
did not go unnoticed by her rapist. He quickly pulled himself free
from her to check for any blood. A tiny amount of blood was evidence
of his being the first to penetrate her there. With a roar of self
congratulation, he placed his hand under his penis and slowly turned to
proudly display the bit of blood to the crowd. With another roar he
was back at her again, this time sinking the length of his shaft into
her in one long continuous push. A high pitched scream from Kristin
accompanied his effort. He began to pump in and out of her, slowly
withdrawing himself to the point where his penis was barely held by her
labia and then almost leaping forward to drive himself full length into
the bound woman. Feeling as though the breath were being driven from
her with each stroke and experiencing a sharp pain in the irritated
area where her hymen had been attached, Kristin alternated between
grunting and squealing. The crowd seemed very excited by the tableau
the two presented and cheers and encouragement were showered upon her
rapist.
The cheers served to bring the soldier in Dana's mouth back to reality.
Having surrendered himself to Dana's not inconsiderable ability to
pleasure a man orally, he was rapidly approaching his crisis. Quickly
pulling himself from her mouth, he hurried to position himself behind
Beth. Feeling the need for speed, he drove himself into Beth, bursting
her hymen and burying his full length within her. Her shrieks brought
more cheers and catcalls as he came to a stop within her. A few short
strokes were the best he could summon, before spilling his load into
her. He quickly removed himself from the sobbing girl.
The next soldier stepped up to claim Beth's remaining virginal orifice.
Dana did her best to keep a stroking motion on the soldier's penis, as
she removed the dildo from Beth's rectum. He slapped her hand away the
moment the dildo was clear. Beth had been quietly weeping after the
last violation. Her screams took on a whole new pitch and volume as
she was mercilessly sodomized.
At the same time the last of the six bounded forward, stripping off his
robe. This newcomer proceeded to bury his length in Kristin's throat
without preliminaries and exchanged high fives with his compatriot, who
was still busy in Kristin's vagina. They both played to the crowd,
waving and grinning, as they drove in and out of the bound girl. Her
squeals and panting for breath inspired them to variations in rhythm.
First they both inserted themselves into their respective orifices as
deeply as possible and withdrew together. Then they alternated. It
appeared to the crowd almost as though there were one huge penis
pushing into Kristin's mouth and sticking out of her vagina. Soon
their efforts lost all rhythm as their climax approached and Kristin
received a huge helping of semen down her throat and deep within her
vagina. The poor girl was afraid she would drown in semen.
Fortunately for her, the man in her throat softened and shrank quickly.
His withdrawal left her wheezing and coughing. She did her best to
draw a huge breath into her lungs without inhaling semen.
This left the last soldier to "perform" pumping away into Beth's
tortured rectum. As Kristin recovered from her double teaming, she
could hear Beth's squeals of pain. Having regained the use of her
mouth, Kristin called to the other women: "For pete's sake, somebody
help her. Lick that guy's asshole, feed him some tit. Overload him
so he comes, for shit's sake."
Hearing the sense in her words Dana turned to position herself between
the soldiers wide spread legs and placed her hands on his reciprocating
butt cheeks. The soldier slowed his motions and tried to look back at
Dana to see what she was up to. His eyes closed and a rapturous
expression came over his face as he felt Dana begin to lick his balls
and anal area. At the same time Patty approached and pulled his head
to her chest offering him a nipple to suckle. Her hands caressed his
chest and she began to play with his nipples. A roar from the crowd
confirmed the envious approval of the attention being showered on their
comrade in arms. True to Kristin's words, it was too much for the poor
fellow. Burying his full length in the suffering woman, he shouted
incoherently at the arrival of his climax. He was accompanied by
screams from Beth at the roughness and depth of the penetration she was
forced to endure. Again, the crowd roared their approval of the scene.
The General had delayed his orgasm to time it with the action onstage.
The volume of his ejaculation was less this time. His pleasure was not
diminished due to the increased sensitivity of his penis. He buried
himself in Charlotte's throat and spurted several times. Charlotte's
eyes never left his face. When his breathing returned to normal, he
smiled and nodded to her, giving her permission to release his penis.
He caressed her hair as she rested her head against his thigh. A
motion with his chin reminded her that she must quickly retake the
stage. She grasped the hand in her hair, covering it with kisses
before rising to scramble back to her charges.
The remaining soldier showed no intention of leaving the women.
Playing to the crowd, Charlotte raised his arm like a winning boxer and
escorted him to the four sides of the boxing ring. Careful planning
left him in front of the section where his comrades waited to greet
him. He was welcomed like a victorious athlete.
Charlotte turned back to the women and ordered them to free Beth and
Kristin, before someone got the bright idea to come back for seconds or
start an impromptu gangbang. Beth, still sobbing, was barely able to
waddle away from the bondage frame, once she was released. Kristin
took her in tow. Mirroring their entrance, the women again lined up
in front of the General. Charlotte led them in a bow and the General
nodded their release. They wasted no time in dressing and proceeding
out of the gymnasium as quickly as Beth's pained gait would allow them.
Chapter Five C: What has Su Li been up to?
Using the security cameras, I could follow the women's trip back to
their barracks. When they got there, Lucinda was seated at the
"kitchen table" with Su Li. Lucinda made a remark that it was easy to
figure out who had just had their nipples pierced. They were the ones
walking with their right arm inside their chador to keep the clothing
from rubbing against their piercing.
Charlotte closed the barracks door, giving the illusion of shutting out
the rest of the world. The new arrivals helped each other remove their
outfits, changed to their fatigues, and headed for their cots.
Patty could be heard complaining to Dana: "Damn! I sleep on my
stomach. How the hell am I gonna get to sleep with this thing hanging
out of my boob? It's sore as hell and I'll be pulling on it every time
I move. If I ever get to sleep, that is." Dana's reply was a most
disparaging estimate of Dr. Arkan's genealogy. When she got about
three generations back, Patty interrupted her with: "That goddam son of
a bitch thought he had me scared of him. I was doing fine until he
smacked my head while that fucking dildo was down my throat. I started
choking on the damned thing and I was afraid if I started to hurl, I
would drown in it. Why do men want to stick something down your throat
and then expect you to get turned on by it? The dumb shits have
absolutely no clue where a clitoris is, but they ought to damn well
know it isn't in our throats."
Beth was quietly sobbing in Kristin's arms. Kristin did her best to
quiet Beth's protesting that it wasn't fair to lose her virginity that
way. It wasn't anything like her fantasies and it hurt like hell.
Over and over she insisted that she was in real pain and there was no
possible way she could have sex with a man again by tomorrow. Kristin
had no idea of what to say, but could only hold her close and try to
tell her that somehow it was going to be okay.
Sensing that the complaining could go on for some time, Su Li spoke up
loudly: "Charlotte, can you please ask all of us to come to the table?
I have very important things to tell you!" Sensing the seriousness in
her voice, Charlotte did her best to get them assembled.
I turned up the gain on the microphone over their table to hear Su Li.
"I have just come from my countrymen. They can no longer delay their
project. It is complete, but the General thinks it will take yet two
more weeks. We have decided that there can be no delay. We do not
wish the devices we have created to be used by the General or others
like him. At midnight, tonight, we will destroy this compound by
exploding one of the devices. I am telling you this so you can have
time to prepare yourselves to die. I do not know what your god or gods
require, but you will go to them in less than an hour now. My husband
has assured me he will not fail."
"Oh shit!" was all I could think of. I wasn't ready to die yet. Not
only that, but there were way too many blast doors between Chinatown
and the other end of the compound. They might explode their device and
take as much as half of the place with them, but they would never get
it all. Not only that, but the explosion might result in only partial
damage to Dr. Arkan's area. The damn bacteria or virus or whatever bug
he was working on might be let loose with the only vaccine in the world
located down in this hole. I had to stop this. There had to be some
way to keep my personal ass from being destroyed in nuclear fire and
still frustrate the General's plans. A half-ass plan began to form in
my mind as I started the necessary commands to take control of the
internal phone system. I only needed a few moments to reconnect a few
circuits the General thought shouldn't exist.
The women were still recovering from the shock of Su Li's announcement
when I took the camera off automatic sweep. A few more key strokes and
I could use a joy stick to waggle the camera. I was probably taking
some years off the motor's usable life, but as long as it kept working
for the next few minutes, it would add to my usable life considerably.
It was Beth who noticed the noise coming from the camera enclosure.
"Hey, look up there! I think Mr. Camera Guy is trying to get our
attention. Sure, look! He's nodding the camera now."
I tried to point the camera toward the phone on their wall, hoping they
would pick it up. The General had insisted on having the ringer
removed and it's circuit was supposed to be out of service, but I had
managed to take care of that latter problem. "What's he trying to do?"
Kristin asked. Charlotte was quiet and only shook her head. Again and
again, I tried to point at the phone. God bless her, it was Beth again
who came up with: "Is he trying to point to the phone?" I stopped my
pointing and tried to nod the camera as distinctly as I could. Lucinda
said: "Forget it. That damn phone don' work. We been here for years
and it ain't never worked in all that time."
This time I used the camera to insistently indicate a "NO" and then
pointed to the phone again. Beth got out of her chair, saying "Well,
let me try it. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. And we're all
gonna die in a few minutes, so what does it matter." She picked up the
receiver and I fairly shouted: "Beth! Can you hear me? Tell Su Li she
mustn't let her husband blow himself up, yet. It isn't going to get
the whole complex. We can make that happen, but they mustn't do it,
yet.! Tell Charlotte we can work something better out!"
What came out of Beth's mouth was. "It's a man and he want's to talk
to you, Charlotte." Fortunately Charlotte's head was working better
and between the women and myself we managed to take my half ass plan
and flesh it out into something that had a remote chance of actually
working. The first thing was for me to make a connection into
Chinatown and help Su Li to stop her husband.
Once the connection was made and Su Li explained our plans to her
husband's group, the pressure was off. They were willing to wait, as
long as I could promise that the General would not be able to make use
of their finished product. Hell, I definitely didn't want the General
handing out suitcase nukes to a bunch of suicidal fanatics. I just
wasn't willing to die to prevent it, if I didn't have to.
Charlotte and I agreed on a particular camera movement that would mean
I wanted to talk to them on the phone. We agreed to check back later
in the week and then I had to get to work. I wasn't going to get much
sleep tonight, but I promised myself a treat, if I did a good job. I
needed to hunt down the records of these phone calls and eliminate
them. Let's see... there were troop schedules to change. Can't do
anything drastic, just enough to do what we need, but not enough that
anyone was going to make objections that might get back to the General.
Some maintenance requests were going to be needed for me to be able to
move around. On the other hand, the general owed me some significant
R&R time. I might just avail myself of some. In fact, how could I
redo an entire department schedule without suspicion... It was going
to be a long night, but it was going to be worth it. There were some
things I couldn't mess with, but there was some room for latitude
here... and there...
The system audits at the end of the month would probably show that
someone had been messing with their system. Fortunately, by then we
would be gone, if our plans worked. If they didn't, then we would all
be dead and it still wouldn't matter. I tried not to let that make me
get sloppy.
The next morning, I got hold of Charlotte and confirmed the General's
birthday was in less than two weeks. Part of our plans required her to
throw him a big party, one he would never forget. She would have to
pitch it to him at the next "Weekly Report" but she was certain she
could sell it. She had elaborated on her part of the plans and each of
the women had been able to add something. I had to admit it was an
improvement over anything I had come up with. I felt sort of guilty
because it appeared we weren't going to get all of the women or any of
the Chinese out safely, but it was the best we could do under the
circumstances.
Chapter Six: Dana and Patty entertain the General
One of the things I couldn't reschedule was the General's entertainment
for the next day. I had cleared Dana's and Patty's schedule for the
entire day, but I couldn't free up their evening. The General would
definitely have noticed, if I had messed with that. He had their
exclusive use until the next morning.
They dressed in their 'fatigues' under their chador and each carried a
case with their other required clothing. While they were on their way
to his quarters, the General gave me a call. He was quick and to the
point. "Are you watching the camera in my quarters?" Well, of course
I wasn't going to admit I was, but his question turned out to be
rhetorical. "You will turn it off and do not reactivate it until noon
tomorrow. Is that understood." I assured him I understood perfectly.
"Do it now, while I am watching!" was his next command. I very
dutifully took the camera off continuous sweep, used a joystick to
swing it through a full cycle of its movement and then let it appear to
power down. Which means I turned off the little red light on the top
of the camera. It's amazing how you can condition people to "know"
they aren't being watched with just a simple little light. As you can
guess, the camera was still active and, as I've already mentioned,
there were a few others in his room. If you're not supposed to watch
something going on in a particular place, that's where you need to
watch the most, I always figured.
The rest of the General's comments didn't take long: "Good enough!
Your request for liaison work with the entertainment platoon has been
approved. You have allowed your time to accumulate for an extended
period. I am pleased to see you have a man's needs after all. Have a
nice day off." And with that, I was dismissed.
I had an appointment I didn't want to miss, but I had a little time to
kill. I couldn't resist checking to see what the General was going to
get. I could probably have found a way to hide a recording of anything
that happened after I left my "office", but live action is just so much
fun.
As soon as the guard admitted the women, he ordered the women to remove
their chador. The General ordered them to put on their "Millionaire"
gowns and make up their faces in his private quarters, which attached
to his office. They were to remain there until he specifically gave
them permission to return. They were just beginning, when the guard at
the door again buzzed the General. Permission to enter was given and
in moments a delegation from the kitchen staff had transformed his
conference table into a banquet table, covered with delicacies. A
flagon of mineral water waited in a chiller. When their job was
complete, the General informed them they would not be required to serve
his guests at table.
The General turned to his safe and removed a medium size metal case. I
didn't get the combination(again), but I was tantalized with the sight
of the box with the keys to my cuffs. The General removed two flat
boxes from the metal case, returned the latter to the safe and locked
it again. He opened the door to the his quarters and handed one of the
flat boxes to each of the women, with directions to put on the contents
and join him in his office when they were done.
I had to admit to a twinge of jealousy when I saw the women return to
his office. Their makeup and hair had been redone to perfection. They
were dressed in identical gowns. Their breasts were barely concealed
by the plunging neckline of the backless halter-like tops. Their
piercings were quite obvious underneath the soft material. A slit
exposed a length of leg to thigh height. High heeled sandals matched
their gown's color. The flat boxes had obviously contained jewelry.
Patty had been provided an elaborate necklace of solid gold, with
matching earrings, bracelet, and anklet. Dana wore a similarly
elaborate set in what could only be diamonds. The General complimented
them on their appearance. He asked rhetorically if they liked their
jewelry. He explained he had done some "shopping" the last time he was
in Kuwait. Apparently, while some of his men were outraging the
foreign press by their heartless thievery, the General had been more
selective in his wanderings through private homes that had been overrun
before their unfortunate owners had had time to flee. "Some men are
fools. They bring back used hospital equipment, while they could bring
back the means to buy brand new things." Patty and Dana did their best
to laugh with him, at such fools.
"Ah well, look what a beautiful dinner we have waiting for us. There
are delicious things to eat and two beautiful women to share them with.
Did Charlotte send the bottle I requested with you?"
Dana went to her bag and retrieved a champagne bottle wrapped in a
towel. "We had it in the refrigerator, but it's not as cold as it
was..."
"I'm certain it will be fine." The General took the bottle and showed
no small amount of skill in opening it quickly. "No doubt my soul is
already in danger from fornication, so I don't think I shall worry
about the possible effects of alcohol." Actually, I knew his
particular Sha'i branch of Islam was a bit less puritanical than the
mainstream. "Once I have destroyed your degenerate nation and
converted the world to Islam, I am equally certain I will be forgiven.
So, until then... What's your name... Patty isn't it? Yes, of course.
Why don't you take this and pour us each a glass?"
Patty found flutes at the table and filled three. Under the General's
direction she replaced the mineral water in the chiller with the
champagne bottle and distributed the filled glasses. The General then
proceeded to ask intimate questions about the women's sexual history.
Forewarned by Charlotte, they did their best to humor him and act as
though this were normal party small talk.
After several minutes, there was an abrupt change in the General's
demeanor. He directed the women to finish their champagne and place
the empty glasses at their places at table. They returned to stand
side by side in front of him.
The General announced: "Before we eat, I believe we should have a
little contest." He directed them to kneel before him and to unbutton
their tops so as to allow an unobstructed view of their breasts.
Exposing their pierced nipples seemed to excite him tremendously. His
excitement was easy to see as he had ordered Patty to unzip him and
take out his penis. The women made small adjustments in their position
relative to him, several times, until the General was satisfied that he
could move quickly from one mouth to the other with a minimum of effort
on his part.
Before the "competition" could start in earnest, Dana asked: "What does
the winner get?"
The General laughed and said: "I hadn't thought of that! Let's see...
The winner will be allowed to wear her gown and eat with me at table.
The loser will be under table, without her dress, providing oral
satisfaction for me or the winner, at my direction. The loser will be
allowed 5 minutes to eat, when we are done. After dinner, the winner
will then be orally serviced by the loser, while I bugger the loser.
That sounds like a good prize to me. Never fear, lubrication will be
provided for the loser." The General snickered at his own cleverness
and the look of consternation on the women's faces. Seizing Patty by
the hair, he forced his penis into her mouth. As he began moving her
head up and down his length, he said: "I believe you will each be given
twenty strokes before yielding my penis to the other woman. Of course
this will make it very difficult for us to carry on our pre-dinner
conversation. Ah well..., that will give me time to think of another
contest for after dinner." When he had completed twenty strokes into
Patty's mouth, he grabbed Dana's hair in his other hand and drove his
erection into her mouth. "Of course, failure to swallow my essence
will be an automatic forfeit for this contest, don't you think."
Again, the General laughed.
Chapter Seven: Collusion
Beth was waiting for me in the doorway of the "Cathouse" room. She was
dressed in her waist cincher, stockings and heels. As I approached she
positioned herself in an age old pose: leaning back against the door
frame, her profile to me, one knee bent back, her head and neck thrown
back to emphasize her breasts. She took a drag on a cigarette and blew
the smoke in a long cloud at the ceiling. I had an instant hard-on
just looking at her. The mood was changed instantly as she started
coughing and choking. On what was a more positive point, I thought,
she was trying to laugh at the same time.
I laughed with her and gave her a quick hug. We shut the door to the
rest of the world behind us. She clung to me for a few moments before
she smiled and asked: "You liked that didn't you. I could tell you
thought I looked sexy. Isn't that what shady ladies are supposed to
look like?"
I could hear her words and see the smile she was trying to keep on her
face, but the look in her eyes was pure fear. Trying to keep the tone
light, I asked: "I don't think you could help but be sexy. You're
beautiful. But are you a shady lady now?" The smile faded and she
spoke to the floor: "No! Lucinda says I'm gonna be a fucking cunt...,
a cum swallowing, buttfucking, cunt licking whore!" She dissolved
into tears and I hugged her while her body was wracked with sobs. It
took several minutes until she cried herself out.
When she was down to snuffling, I held her away from me and hunched
down to look her in the face. "Hey!", I told her: "You're not a whore.
You're a sexy wonderful girl who is being forced to work as a whore.
The fact that it still hurts inside means you're still fighting it.
You're not all those things as long as you keep fighting it. The
General is messing with your head. He's trying to break you into
becoming a whore."
She spoke vehemently: "If I ever get away, I never want to be sexy
again for the rest of my life."
"You mean you're going to sew it up and join a convent?" I asked.
"That seems like a waste of your life. You don't strike me as the
deeply religious type. Are you really gonna let that bastard destroy
you and any hope for happiness. You don't have to do that. Yeah,
you're stuck whoring for a while, but it doesn't have to be the end of
the world."
She looked up at me with wide eyes. "What do you mean it's not the end
of the world. It's the end of my world. You know what happened to
those Chinese women. We're going to wind up the same way. I might as
well be dead now... the sooner the better." The tears started again.
When she quieted again, I told her: "You just might get your wish, but
I'm trying to get us out of here alive. I'm useful to the general
right now too, but it's not going to last forever. I can assure you
Dr. Arkan gets just as much fun out of torturing a man as he does a
woman. Just be ready and willing to move fast when I get word, okay?
Whoring isn't going to be a long term occupation for you. I promise."
"You really mean that? Promise?" she managed to get out between
snuffles.
"I promise!" I said. To myself I thought: 'If it doesn't work out,
then we're all dead anyway. I guess that could be seen as keeping my
promise.' It was time to change the subject, so I asked: "What was all
that whispering from Kristin about a mistress. I don't know if anyone
else could hear it and even if they did hear it, I doubt they would
understand it, but my mikes picked it up loud and clear."
Beth blushed clear down to her nipples. "Ohh goshhh, that's supposed
to be a secret. That's so embarrassing." I couldn't help but smile at
her reaction. "How about just telling me a little bit about it?" I
asked.
Beth fussed and fidgeted, but eventually she was able to get out:
"Kristin and I share an apartment. We had some really good friends
over one night and the four of us got really drunk. We were playing
truth or dare and I had to tell them my secret sexual fantasy was to be
a sex slave. My fantasy was to be totally owned by a master who would
make me do all kinds of sexual things. He would really love me a lot
and I would do all these sexy things just for him. Kind of like the
'Story of O', you know? And, sometimes, I would go out on the internet
and chat with people, telling them I was a sub, and they would tell me
they were going to be my master and that I had to do things and,
sometimes, I would do them and tell them about it. Like go to work
without panties, or play with myself while I was talking with them, or
stuff like that. One guy was really creepy and I had to cancel my
account and change ISP's just to get rid of him, but mostly it was
kinda fun and I would masturbate just fantasizing about what it would
be like to be able to be a submissive with a loving master, 24 x 7."
"I even had a fantasy about losing my virginity in front of a big crowd
of men who were all hot for me. And I told Kristin once and I guess
she sort of remembered me talking about it."
"Tell me about the fantasy? I asked.
She hesitated and then said: "It wasn't like what happened last night
at all. In my fantasy of how I would lose it, I was dressed in a
beautiful white gown, on a huge white bed and my master was the one who
was going to make love to me and he had all kinds of men who were just
wearing robes and they could just look at me, but they couldn't touch
me. My master would make beautiful love to me and the other men would
get so excited they would play with themselves under their robes. And
when my master and I had a big orgasm together, all the other men would
get so excited that they would come all over each other at the same
time."
"And then he would make me do all kinds of things, like put his thing
in my mouth, and have sex in all kinds of positions and I would have
all kinds of orgasms and every time I had an orgasm some of the men
would be so excited that their things would squirt."
She looked at me and said: "Kinda silly isn't it?" I looked her
straight in the eye and said: "No, I don't think it's silly. I think
it's a great fantasy. I particularly like the idea about your master
making beautiful love to you."
"Oh Gosh! That's what we're supposed to be doing isn't it? We have to
fuck don't we?" she asked. I could see the tears were starting to come
again. "No we don't have to 'fuck'. We could make love, if you want.
Would you like to try that?" I asked her.
She stiffened and tried to pull away from me. "I don't know how. I
mean I've never had all that many boyfriends and we never went... I
mean I was a virgin until... uhmmm..."
I asked: "How about girls? Have you ever had a... you know."
She quickly replied: "No way. I'm not that kind of girl. I mean, I
think Kristin's bi-sexual, but she sleeps in her room and I sleep in
mine and that's that. I mean, we hug each other, but it's just
friendly stuff, it's not sexy! We don't kiss each other or stuff like
that... ish, ewww, yuk, no, no!"
"What if your master ordered you to make love with a woman while he
watched?", I asked.
Her response was immediate: "He would never do that!"
"But what if he did?" I insisted.
She shook her head and then bit her lip in thought. "I guess I'd have
to do it and it would be okay, if the woman was nice like Patty and
when we got really excited he would make love to me and she would just
watch, 'cause I'm pretty sure Patty doesn't really like men and...
and..."
"So you would make love to a woman, if your master wanted to watch?" I
insisted again.
"I guess so." was her reply.
"What if he wanted you to make love to another man, while he watched?" I
asked.
She started out with: "Well, he wouldn't..." and then she stopped to
think. She continued: "Okay, I guess he could... And I would do it,
you know, whoever, whatever, and it would prove my love for him. And
the more I did it for him, the more he would love me."
"I think you've got the idea." I told her. "I am hereby apply for the
position of Master of Beth. I would like to try to make beautiful love
to you. Do you accept?"
"Oh Gosh! Ummmm, I'm really sore down there and... I... ummmmm... I
don't know how to make love. I don't know..." was the most she could
say.
"Well, let's give it a try." I suggested. "If you really don't like
it, you can stop me and we'll just spend the rest of the time playing
cards or something. Or I can go away and maybe the next guy will be
more to your liking?"
"Oh no! Please don't go away! I mean, you seem really nice and you
speak English and..." again she ran out of words. "Okay, but please go
slow... please?"
"I raised my head so I was looking down into her eyes. "Your master
promises he will do his best to pleasure you. Now lie back on the bed
and grab hold of the railings of the headboard." I waited until she
was in position and then slipped a pillow under her hips. I explained
to her: "I want you to pretend your wrists are bound to the bed. You
cannot let your elbows go below your neck. Okay?"
She looked rather dubious, but nodded her assent.
"Now pull your knees up to your chest... NO! Spread your knees wide
apart, your master wants to see your pussy."
She complied and blushed heavily. I told her: "You have a beautiful
pussy. I like the shaving job you've done. I want you to keep it like
this for me."
Her face saddened and she said: "I have to anyway. All the General's
whores have to be like that."
I sat on the bed next to her hips and brought my face close to hers.
"No, you weren't listening. That could get you a punishment in the
future." That got her attention. "I said: 'I want you to keep it like
this for me.' I didn't say anything about the General. When you are
shaving yourself. I want you to think of me and remember that you are
preparing yourself for your master..., for me, not for the General.
The General doesn't love you and he never will. I am offering to love
you, if you will have me as your master. Will you do this for me?"
Her legs relaxed and her feet fell back to the bed while she thought
this through. "So I have to shave all my pubic hair off, either way,
but I'm kind of defying the General in a little way. I'm not doing it
'cause he told me. I'm doing it 'cause my master, who the General
doesn't know anything about, told me to do it. I kind of like that
idea." A hint of a smile appeared on her face.
"A little mental rebellion against the General, can help you get
through a lot of bad days. I promise you. But you must obey your
master in all things, is that understood?", I asked.
Her face became quite serious and she bit her lip. "Okay." she said
in a small voice.
"Now for your first order to obey." I watched her eyes get big with
the sense of being tested. "Every morning for the next week", I said,
"you will ask Patty to help you shave yourself. You left a lot of hair
around your anus and the area between there and your vagina didn't get
the attention it needed either."
She blushed a little and spoke in her defense: "But I can't hardly
reach there and I can't see what I'm doing down there at all. I'm not
some kind of contortionist like Lucinda. She can roll herself up like
a ball and I think she could just about kiss herself down there... you
know... I can't..." She slowed to a stop as she saw my best effort to
look stern.
I told her: "I don't care how flexible you are. Well, I do care, but
it's not an acceptable excuse! And Lucinda actually can kiss herself
down there and some day you may be able to or not, but it doesn't
really matter right now. What did your master order you to do?"
She looked confused as she answered: "I have to ask Patty to shave me?"
I corrected her: "You are to ask Patty to help you shave yourself. You
weren't listening. I think you deserve a punishment. Hmmmmm. What
should your punishment be?" I could see the worries start to build in
her mind. After the level of punishments Dr. Arkan had demonstrated
she was easily frightened of what might pass for even mild punishment
in this place.
"Alright, I have it." I continued. She didn't say anything, but her
eyes were pleading with me as I continued: "When you and Patty are done
tomorrow morning. I want you to tell her she can kiss you wherever she
shaved you, but nowhere else. Tell her your master told you that you
had to offer that to her. Is that understood?"
She shook her head silently.
"Good" I said. "Now lets see those knees up again, no one said you
could take them down." Her knees flew up in quite a nice response and
I positioned myself between them.
She looked at me over her now smooth pubes and asked: "Are you gonna do
what Patty did to me, last night?"
I answered: "No, I not going to do anything 'to' you. I'd like to do
this 'with' you, if you'll help me. I want you to tell me how things
feel and let me know when your legs get tired, among other things."
She didn't look encouraged, but her head went back and she looked up at
the ceiling.
I kissed the top of her pubic bone and ran my tongue from there across
the top juncture of her labia. I asked: "How does that feel?"
Her response was a noncommittal: "It's okay."
I planted a kiss on either inside thigh and asked again, and got the
same reply. I ran my tongue low across her cheeks, just below her anus
and let my teeth graze the skin of her buttocks with just the lightest
touch.
She squealed: "EEEeeee! That tickles!" Her hands flew to my head and
she tried to roll her hips back away me.
I protested: "Hey, your hands are supposed to be tied, remember. You
can't bring your elbows down below your neck, have you forgotten?"
She looked properly chastened and then asked: "Could we just make love
this time and maybe add being tied up later, you know, when I'm better
at it. I mean, I really like the idea and I wanna do it... I just
need... like... one new scary thing at a time... please?"
I could see the pain in her eyes and asked: "Can I still be your master?
Does my slave ask her loving master to do this?"
She smiled a very tiny smile and whispered: "Yes!"
I thought to myself: 'Okay, so I'm a lousy top. We'll take things in
stages. Trust takes time.' I ran my tongue along her labia and could
see the wince on her face.
"I'm still pretty sore down there!" she said.
I moved my attentions up closer to her clitoris and ran circles with my
tongue around her clitoral hood.
"That's nice!" she let me know.
I let my tongue ride gently up and down on the top of her clitoral hood.
"That's reeeally nice!" was her evaluation.
I put her entire clitoral hood in my mouth and sucked gently.
Her vocabulary failed her and she was reduced to "Ooohh... Yeah... Like
it... Like it... Unhhhh huhhh!"
Switching tactics, again, I pushed on the area immediately above her
clitoral hood with the flat of my tongue.
I was rewarded with: "Ummmm... Hmmmm... Eeeeyahhhhh.
I spent the next several minutes alternating my focus and continuing to
receive her very positive reinforcement. When at last her clitoris
began to poke out of its hood and her labia began to puff and open on
their own, I was certain she was ready for more. I ran my tongue
around her labia, concentrating on the outer, rather than the inner
sides. And then back to her clitoral area. Her breathing was almost
in synch with my tongue and she was speaking in only grunts and
panting. I paused to lick my finger. The next time I sucked on her
clitoral hood, I began to insert my finger into her pussy.
Her legs came down and her knees tried to close around my head. Then
they tried to open wide again as I sucked harder on her clitoris. I
pulled my finger out of her and her knees acted as if they were
spasming. Her body couldn't decide whether it wanted to squeeze me
really tight or open herself more to me. She was becoming quite moist,
but I licked my finger again anyway. This time I began to gently use
my tongue directly on her clitoris as I inserted my finger.
Her response was to whine: "Ohhhh... too good... too good....!"
I kept my finger fully embedded in her but unmoving and watched her
face as she ceased to ride the pleasure/pain edge. When she relaxed, I
went back to the multiple tactics on her clitoral area. Soon another
finger had joined the first and she was pushing her pelvis toward me
when I pulled back to rest my tongue. At last, I could gently piston
my fingers inside her, not truly sliding them in and out, mostly just
moving her entire vaginal area as it clamped down on them. At the same
time, I used my lips on her clitoral hood, drawing it back and forth
over her clitoris, keeping up a gentle suction. Her knees did their
little spastic dance and then clamped themselves around me. Her eyes
closed, a high pitched whine came from her throat, her back arched and
the rest of her body joined in with spastic movements. I slowed my
oral motions as she began to relax and then I gently removed my
intruding fingers.
Her eyes slowly opened and she smiled at me. "Gosh, that was
fantastic. Is that what it's like when two women do it?" she asked.
Somewhat non-plussed I said: "Well, I guess I wouldn't know what it's
like exactly, but they can do the same things, I suppose."
"I thought it was gonna really hurt when you put your fingers in there.
I've been really sore down there. But it didn't hurt at all. Well
maybe just a little when you were taking them out, but..." Her voice
trailed off.
I hugged her close. "Does that mean you'd like to try it without being
forced? We can wait a little while, and I'd be happy to start out with
my tongue again."
She looked up with big puppy eyes at me. "Well... kinda, sorta." She
paused. "Okay! Yeah! I'll try it... but can we just hug for a
while."
"Sure" I told her. "That's my second favorite part."
I won't go into detail or bull shit you that she had a screaming orgasm
from my efforts. Mine was more than satisfactory and she cried some
happy tears when it was over. It was real good for me and I decided I
definitely wanted to spend more time doing this with her in future
days.
We lay together, basking in the afterglow and celebrating our
accomplishments. Beth rolled over to place her chin on my chest and
look me in the eye. "Gosh, that was fantastic. I can see why folks
might like this making love stuff, if that's what it's like. You know,
I'm feeling a huge emotional claim on you right about now. I've never
felt anything like this."
I assured her it would only get better, each time we were together.
She fingered the cuff on my wrist and wriggled over me to look at the one on
my ankle. "What are these?" she asked.
I explained: "They're a house arrest item made by the company I used to
work for. When the county jails got too full to hold the drunk drivers
and the shoplifters and so on, the government needed some way to keep
people under arrest, without building more jails. Most people have a
house or an apartment, so they decided to confine people to wherever
they live. These bands are keyed to a radio frequency. If the person
wearing them goes beyond a certain distance from the base transmitter
in their house, a transmitter in the collar sends an alarm. At least
that's the way they work when they come out of the factory. Our fine
General has modified these two just a little. If I get too far from
the transmitter, mine explode and amputate my hand and foot. The
General thinks that's very funny. I guess that's some sort of
traditional penalty for a thief? The keys are in the General's safe.
I've gotta get these off of me if I wanna get out of here in one
piece."
We chatted for a while longer. We parted with Beth swearing an undying
love for me and receiving my promises that "I" would get us out of
here as soon as possible.
Chapter Eight Where do nice things come from?
I was the last scheduled "customer" for Beth this day. I headed off
for my equipment room and she was left to tidy up the room after our
tryst. I had a mound of small duties to attend to, but nothing that
would keep me from watching the rest of the women after their first
day.
Lucinda came back in shortly after Beth. Charlotte was in the room
ahead of them. Kristin returned next, walking slowly and carefully.
"Oh, fuck me!" were the first words out of her mouth as she tried to
sit and had a hard time trying to find somewhere to sit comfortably.
"I don't think I've ever had this much cock in my ass, while I was
sober. God, I could use a drink!"
Charlotte replied: "Well, Ah think y'all deserve one. Thet first day's
a bitch. Course it ain't nowhere's as bad as things used ta was, but
it still ain't no fun. Ah'll fix y'all a good one. Y'all like whiskey
er vodka, dear?
Kristin replied: "Vodka and lots of it, please?"
While Charlotte was busy behind the curtain, Lucinda approached Kristin
with a towel in her hand. "Take off yer flimsy things and then wash
them a little soon as you come back. They can dry over night thet way
and they don' take more wear and tear than they gotta, hey? We's
s'posed to get laundry service, but sometimes our things, they don'
come back right away." She wound the towel into a circle and placed it
on the seat of a chair. "Here!" she told Kristin "Sit on this for a
little while, until the pain gets a little better. It'll get worse for
the next few days and after a while it only hurts a little."
Kristin was just beginning to enjoy her drink when Dana and Patty
returned to the room. Patty helped Dana out of her chador and gown and
headed toward their lockers. Dana tried to sit at the table and burst
into tears. She wound up standing, hiding her face with her hands as
she sobbed: "It's horrible. God, I've never been in so much pain.
Damn him..., I hurt." Her sobs rose in volume as the others looked
uncomprehendingly at Patty as she joined the others at table.
Charlotte announced: "Ah think y'all could use a drink." Again she
disappeared behind the curtain.
Patty winced as she sat. She stared at the table and spoke to no one
in particular. "I thought I was getting the raw end of the deal when
he came in her mouth and I had to suck him off while she got to sit
there like a queen at dinner. Then I had to eat her out, while he
finished off the champagne and he started in on my asshole. Damn, he
fucked me till I thought his dick had turned into a white hot poker. I
never..., ever..., thought I'd be glad to have a man come in my ass,
but I was sure begging for it tonight." She paused to take a deep
breath.
"Then he tried to make Dana lick my shit off his cock. I don't think
he really was going to make her do it, you know? He just wanted her to
have to tell him no. When she refused, he got her bent over the desk
and started to use that fucking swagger stick on her. He just kept on
hitting her and hitting her and when she couldn't scream any more, he
made me go get a towel and wash him off. Then he pushed himself into
her pussy and starting fucking her. He told me to kneel beside him or
I could go to Dr. Arkan. I don't know whether I should feel guilty
about it or not, but I was just damn glad it wasn't me he'd been
whacking with that thing. I tried to tell him to fuck her easy, but
he just turned around and whacked me on my tit." A bruise turning to
purple over her left breast bore witness to her story. "When he was
ready to come, he stuck his cock in my mouth and blew his load down my
throat. I damn near puked, but I figured blowing chunks on the General
would get me in trouble, so I kept it down... barely. We both had to
kneel in front of him and thank him. And then we got to come back
here." She shook her head and tears came to the edges of her lashes, as she
asked no one in particular: "Wasn't that fun?" Then she covered her face in
her hands and shook silently for a few moments.
Charlotte placed a whiskey in front of Dana and Patty. She spoke to
Beth: "Ah'm sorry honey, there ain't no more cokes. We could make some
tea... or coffee?"
"Where does all that stuff behind the curtain come from?" asked Beth.
Lucinda smiled at her and said: "We're here to take care of the
officers, hey? But there's a lot more enlisted men than officers and
there's always a way to trade for what you wan'. The officers, they
get it for free if they got a chit, but the enlisted men, they gotta
give better than what they get."
Kristin shook herself and asked: "You mean somebody sold her ass for
Coca Cola?"
Lucinda smiled took on a hint of meanness. "Yeah!" she said: "My ass!
I hope you liked them. I had to take on all three of them to get real
Coca Cola's."
Dana broke out of her stupor to ask: "What did you have to do to get
this liquor in an Islamic country? I can't even imagine. This must be
rarer than hen's teeth."
Lucinda answered: "Those were a three way for Su Li an me with an
officer that didn' have no chits. But we got four bottles. There's
not much left, but it's been good while it lasted."
Patty looked at Beth and asked: "How are you holding up, Beth? After
that rape in the arena I was scared you might hurt yourself. You only
had the two customers today, but I didn't think you could do even that.
You look like you're taking this a whole lot better than I ever thought
you would. What's your secret?"
Beth blushed and looked at the faces staring at her. "Well..." she
said, "my first guy was Hakam. He's like an old sargent or something?
I was scared spitless. I thought for sure he was gonna rape me like
yesterday and I didn't know how I was gonna make it, but he didn't. He
didn't even touch me..., not... down there I mean." She burst out
giggling and then her words came in a rush: "He wanted to play
Monopoly! I mean it. The board was all in Arabic or something and the
money was all funny, but we used to play it all the time at home and
the colors for the money were the same and I knew what the properties
were worth, even if the writing on the money was funny. I had to trust
him to read the Chance cards for me, but..." She paused for a breath.
"He came in with that board game under his arm and I didn't know what
to think, 'cause he made me take off my gown... I was in the
millionaire room, you know? And, then he made me march around the room
in my underwear and I was pretty scared when he made me take off my
underwear and keep my high heels on and he made me bend over and grab
my ankles. And he got up and sniffed me..., you know, down there!
And, I thought he was gonna rape me and then he just laughed and
started laying the game out on the bed. I don't know what he was
saying, but I know how to play Monopoly and that's what we did. At the
very end of his time, he made me bend over in front of him, again...
and he was sniffing me again and he took out his thing and jerked off
on the floor. I thought that was really gross, but at least it wasn't
all over me. And then he put it back in his pants and took his game
and left. I wiped up his mess and straightened the bed and that was
that. Oh! And I made sure to get his chit, you know..., like you said
to do, Charlotte."
Kristin said: "Geez, we should all have it so rough. So, how was the
second guy?"
Beth smiled. "It was Camera Guy!" she said. She went on to tell a
tasteful version of our time together. I almost didn't recognize
myself as the knightly character she portrayed. I did notice that she
forgot to mention my "order" about asking Patty for help in shaving.
The envy on Kristin's face was obvious. "I can't wait for my turn with
Camera Guy, if he's as good as you say. The guys I had didn't even
speak English and I don't think they cared whether I was a woman or a
sheep. They just wanted me naked and on my knees with my butt in the
air. Hell, the last guy didn't even get undressed. I thought I was
gonna bleed from the way his belt buckle kept punching into me. I
could use a good fuck with a nice guy, especially one knows how to use
his tongue."
The smile on Beth's face was gone. "No!" she all but yelled. "You
can't make love with him! He's my man. I'm in love with him and he's
going to be a loving master for me and he's mine, he's mine, he's..."
Dana put down the glass she had been nursing and interrupted her.
"C'mon Beth, be fair. I mean it's not right to hog the only decent guy
in the whole place. Kristin gets buttraped three times in one day and
I'm getting my ass beat with a whip. You get a nice guy who makes
gentle love and speaks English and you don't wanna share him? C'mon
girl, think of the rest of us!"
Beth was not moved: "No! I've never had a man I wanted to make love
with and you're trying to snag him from me."
Dana drew herself erect: "Honey, I can get any man I want. I can do
things for him that you've never dreamed of."
Charlotte interrupted: "Alrighty, now! That's enough, all o' ya.
Y'all take whoever is in yer schedules and that's that. Ah don' wanna
hear about snaggin' a man nor ownin' one. Now we ain't gonna talk
about it no more, tonight. An thet's thet!"
Dana started to retort, but Charlotte cut her off: "Ah said: "No more!
Don' make me report a discipline problem, y'all hear me? We all gotta
get along and we cain't have no fightin' over men. None at all. It
cain't happen. Now thet's thet!" She poured a little more whiskey in
Dana's glass. "Here now, have a l'il more an' try ta think about
somethin' else for a while. Alrighty?" Dana's only reply was a long pull
on her glass.
Charlotte turned to Beth. "Now, honey, did Ah hear you right? He
needs to get in the General's safe?"
Beth explained my "cuffs" and where I was sure the keys would be.
"Goodness sakes!" Charlotte said. "Ah kin he'p there. Back when Ah
first got here the General made me open the dial with mah mouth one
time, while he was cornholin' me. Ah damn near broke a tooth afore Ah
got the damn thang open. Ah remember the combination clear as a bell.
'Course our 'relationship' has changed a might since then, but Ah kin
give Camera Guy the combination any time."
The conversation wandered to the schedule for tomorrow and the
preferences of the men they would meet. Kristin was duly impressed
when Lucinda explained that she needn't have taken her last customer
anally. "You jus' gotta watch how they behave when they get in the
room. The ones that jus' unzip themselves, they jus' wanna blowjob.
The ones that undress right away, they wanna fuck. You can always
tell. An' sometimes if you get on your back and stroke yerself a
little, you can save some wear and tear on yer ass, huh? You get 'em
thinking pussy and it's helps 'em find the right hole the first time."
A short debate ensued regarding the best positions to avoid painful
entry and the various problems of bad breath and body odor in
"customers."
When there came lull in the converstaion, Charlotte said: "Ah'm gonna
need some threeways fer tomorrow, unofficially, o' course. We's
runnin' a might low behin' the curtain and could use a few things.
Anybody wanna volunteer?"
Lucinda begin to chuckle as the new women met the request with blank
stares or intentionally riveted their gaze to the table top. "What
you got for unofficial?" she asked.
Charlotte answered: "Some of Hakam's boys are willing to 'donate' some
fresh coffee and tea." Lucinda suggested: "Why don' you let me and Su
Li take 'em. They like it a little rough and Su Li likes the tea more
than anybody. An' besides, they got painkillers an' Su Li could use a
bunch more." In response to a question from Dana, Lucinda explained to
the other women that the rules for "unofficial" efforts meant that half
of a 'donation' went to the girl or girls who earned it and half went
to the group as a whole in equal shares.
Charlotte frowned: "Ah'm gonna need a threeway fer the afternoon. Beth
dear, y'all oughta recognize this here gentleman. Ah do believe he is
smitten with y'all. An' he would like Dana to be the other girl. Do
y'all think y'all kin git along enough to pull thet off? Ah don' wanna
see no cat fights in the pool room, now!"
Dana shrugged and said: "I'm not gonna fight over a guy I haven't even
met, yet. No hard feelings, Beth?"
Beth looked like she was ready to continue the argument, but a harsh
look from Charlotte quelled any remaining resentment. "Yeah, I can do
it, I guess. I guess I don't get much choice, do I. I mean, he asked
for me in particular, it's just a question of who comes with me. I'm
sorry I got mad, Dana." She paused and stared at the table for a
moment. "I don't know what to do in a threeway. What do I have to
do?"
Charlotte started to reply, but Dana interrupted her to say: "I think
your 'admirer' has a little hair trigger problem, which I think we
should encourage. We can have a good time with him. I'm sure we can
keep him happy with a minimum of wear and tear on us. We can plan it
together, later."
Charlotte looked relieved. "Alrighty! Ah'm also gonna need a 'salt
and pepper' fer one more 'unofficial.' There's a chance to get some o'
them cokes you like Beth an' some soap that won't take the skin off'n
y'all, when y'all use it. An' better yet, they's got some real honest
to god tampons and some more painkillers fer Su Li. Y'all might
appreciate some o' them tampons, rather than tryin' ta rap some rags
around yerself when yer asleep at that time o' the month. Y'all got no
idea how bad a mattress stanks a couple weeks after y'all leave some
heavy discharge on it! O' course, these boys are mostly inta
cornholin'. Thet there's the downside."
Kristin looked around the group and said: "I assume that means you need
me, for sure. The only other two brunettes are 'earning' some tea, so
I'm the only 'pepper' you've got."
"Yeah", Charlotte agreed, "Ah jus' need a blond ta work with y'all. O'
course a redhead might be okay, too. Who wants ta volunteer?"
Finally, Patty raised her hand, saying: "It's always up the ass around
here! Always in the ass! What the hell did I do to deserve some more
of that? 'Alrighty!' I'll go earn some Coca Cola. Beth, girl, you
damn well better owe me one for a damn bottle of soda pop."
Charlotte announced time for lights out and the group headed to their
cots. I noticed Beth hesitatingly motion Patty over to an area behind
their lockers. I missed the whole conversation, but I got a microphone
turned up in time to hear Patty say: "He said what?" and "So do you
wanna do it? I didn't really mean it, about the cokes." The nod from
a blushing Beth was almost indiscernable, but it was there. Patty put
her hands on Beth's shoulders. "Take it easy." she said. "I don't
rape anybody and if you gotta do a threeway sometime, maybe I can give
you a couple of ideas to make you feel a little less like the junior
partner, okay?" Again, the nod from Beth was almost invisible. "Just
relax! I told you, I'm not a molester. We'll just take it easy in the
mornings, okay?" Beth gave her a definite nod and a smile and,
surprisingly, a hug as well. Then she ran off to finish her night time
toilet. A somewhat bemused Patty followed her more slowly.
Chapter Nine: Progress take place
The week passed quickly. Beth's morning shaving sessions with Patty's
"help", grew longer and longer. After a particularly degrading session
with one of the older officers Beth came back to the women's dorm
crying her heart out. Kristin took her in her arms and hugged her
until she stopped crying. Beth started crying again after supper and
seemed inconsolable. Kristin stayed with her and did her best to
comfort her. The other women left them as much space as possible, when
it became obvious that no one else was having any better luck at
calming her.
That night Beth pushed her cot together with Kristin's and Kristin held
her until she fell asleep. They slept in each other's arms that night
(and the rest of the nights they spent in the bunker, they slept
cuddled together). The next day Beth amazed everyone by volunteering
for an 'unofficial' threeway with Patty to earn some bottles of Gin.
She told everyone her portion was to go to Kristin.
The big news was that Charlotte's 'report' to the General was very well
received. A "special" was scheduled for the next Friday night and the
women had to try to explain to a group of Iraqi carpenters what a woman
size, American style, birthday cake looked like. I thought the thing
was way too huge, the way they drew it up, but as long as it fit
through the doors, I wasn't going to complain. It turned out to be a
good thing it was as big as it was.
Lucinda accompanied Su Li on her last trip to Chinatown. That enabled
us to sneak out two of the nuclear devices in the women's huge 'makeup
cases'. Those things were intended to be a carry all for costumes and
bondage gear, as well as makeup, and so were quite fortunately
oversize. We sent them over empty, except for some bricks. The guards
never thought to search them on the way in or out of Chinatown. I was
worried that someone would wonder why those two cases weren't being
kept in the women's dorm area when they came back, but the guards never
thought to question it, if they even noticed.
I spent a lot of time doing some late night programming and paying a
lot of attention to duty schedules and trying to plan and re-plan the
escape route. My calls to the women's room came to be a nightly event
as the 'special' night got closer. Charlotte became more and more
frenzied and irritable as the week wore on. Since she wasn't one of
the people we were counting on being able to save, I figured she had a
good excuse.
With a lot of help from the group, Beth and Kristin worked up a truly
believable lesbian act and delivered it as part of an 'unofficial'
threeway. The General would surely have shot the soldier who gave them
a captured American 9mm pistol, had he found out about it. No
surprise, it was Beth's enamored lieutenant. I suppose he thought he
was a master of negotiation when he held out for a chance to sodomize
them both in exchange for the ammo clip and bullets. He probably set a
personal record in Kristin's rump. However, as soon as he had fully
impaled Beth, Kristin introduced him to prostate massages. He actually
screamed when he came. Beth should have won an Oscar as she smiled for
him and kissed him on his way out of the disco room. Both women were
positively giddy on their return to the dorm that night.
Dana and Patty turned out to be the most 'in demand' act. Starting out
in Dana's mouth, then progressing to her pussy and (for those who had
the staying power) finishing in Patty's long suffering rectum became
the most sought after compensation in the bunker. The General was no
doubt very pleased with how "motivation" was increasing almost
exponentially on behalf of both his soldiers and the women. On the
night before the big 'surprise', the women scheduled a party for
themselves and pretty much finished up the 'donations' they had
received. Lucinda and Beth were late for the party having one last
"unofficial' with Beth's admiring lieutenant. They came back with some
extra cookies, which were well received. Beth sat rather gingerly on a
towel that Lucinda fixed for her and proceeded to get as drunk as I had
ever seen her. At one point she insisted that she was going to have a
threesome with Kristin and "her" Camera Guy. I must admit I rather
liked the idea, but Beth passed out before any particular time was set
for it to happen.
I had a hell of a time falling asleep that last night. My cameras told
me the women were having equal troubles. In the spirit of celebration
(and at Charlotte's suggestion), the General had ordered a bunker-wide
holiday for his birthday, with athletic contests in the gymnasiums for
the troops, followed by a generous meal and required attendance at
political speeches for the evening. From the General's point of view,
that would keep most of the men from asking where their officers were.
It also gave an assignment for those officers who might disapprove of
the General's taste in entertainment. Most importantly, it pretty much
emptied the halls for our escape.
The women not involved in the General's surprise were given a day off.
That had been a scary part of Charlotte's negotiations with the
General. He had wanted all of the women to be involved in his party,
but she had been able to convince him that he would be wisest to leave
the cake as an entertainment, not a orgy gangbang. It would be better
to tease them to more "motivation" rather than to sate themselves in
the unregulated use of the women. Luckily for us, he bought it.
Chapter Ten: Lucinda and Su Li take the cake
My work orders allowed me access to the suite of rooms just down the
hall from the Generals designated "conference" room. From what I
could hear the party was going well. I slipped into a small room and
met the women, with the cake. It was well before "the time", but I
suppose they had nowhere else to be. Su Li was dressed like an old
fashioned stripper with real tassels hanging from her small breasts.
They covered up the damage done by Dr. Arkan or most of it anyway.
Charlotte was obviously stressed to the max and giving her an unneeded
review of the plan. I was somewhat surprised to see Lucinda with the
other two. Of all the women, I would have thought she would be the
first one out the door.
Once Charlotte saw me, she began to give me the same treatment Su Li
was receiving. Yes, I knew the schedule. Yes, I knew the routes.
Yes, I was sure we could find a vehicle. No, I wasn't surprised to
find a small motor pool above us, when 'all' the entrances were
supposedly miles away. Yes, the women would be able to make it in
time on foot.
Then she really surprised me. "Ah was wonderin'. Does the General
really have ta die? Ah mean, he's not really a bad man, now. He's
treated us lots better and he just needs a little he'p. If we could
get him outta here, we could he'p him get all better. Ah know we
could. We can kill the rest of these bastids, but cain't we let him
live?"
My mouth was hanging open and all I could do was stare. I managed to
mumble: "The General? You mean the man who turned you into a whore and
turned all the Chinese women over to Dr. Arkan and now these new women
and...." Words failed me.
Her eyes couldn't meet mine. She said: "He ain't thet bad! He's
changed, y'all gotta understan'. It's thet terrible man he works fer
and all them folks like Arkan. The General's really a good man. Ah
don' wanna have ta see him die. Please?"
I was in the middle of: "There's no way! The plans are set. There's
no way we can let him..." Lucinda stole up behind Charlotte and in
one fluid motion she slapped a hand over Charlotte's mouth and nose and
slipped a knife through her heart. Charlotte's eyes got huge and she
struggled for several seconds, but Lucinda never lost her grip on the
smaller woman. When Charlotte's bladder let loose, Lucinda let the
body drop. She left an American K-bar knife where it was. Apparently,
the cookies weren't the only 'donation' she and Beth had earned
Lucinca said quietly: "Now you know why Lucinda is here. There was too
much of the General's creature in her. Kim could let him die, but
Charlotte could not. So, now Lucinda has to die. It takes two women
to pull off the 'surprise'. If Beth or Kristin or maybe Dana are here,
they could not have done this for Kim. Patty girl, maybe she could do
it, but she does not know how to dance for the General's men so they
will not want to leave the room, until they never leave it again."
I said: "Thank you." I guess that's pretty lame, but what do you say
to something like that. Lucinda stripped off her chador and her oiled
body shown in the light. She grabbed my head and forced my mouth to
hers. "A kiss for luck and now you get those women out safe! Don'
forget Lucinda never wanted to be a whore and never had no choice. She
is gonna die a brave soldier and take the enemy by surprise, big time,
eh?"
I nodded and told her: "Fucking A! Big time!"
Su Li walked over to me, with wet shiny eyes. "Please to remember Su
Li, also. Please to remember her with joy, not sadness? There is too
much sadness now. Please to remember Su Li with joy?" She gave me a
peck on the cheek and tried to hug me without smearing her makeup.
I helped them load Kim/Charlotte's body into the "cake" and then helped
Su Li in after it. The cases took only a few more minutes and then
there was nothing more for me to do, but leave. I turned toward
Lucinda, but she hooked a thumb at the door and mumbled: "Go! Get the
others safe! And remember Lucinda doesn't die a captive whore! She
dies a free woman!"
Chapter Eleven: Getting out
I had created my own orders, (with the General's signature, a rather
good forgery, if I do say so myself)calling for certain women to be
brought to the General's quarters. The guards at the entrance to
officer country actually looked twice at the part about me acting as
escort, but they never questioned the women being sent to his quarters.
I told them they could argue it over with their superior officer when
it came time to switch shifts, but that I didn't want to be late on an
assignment for the General. If they wanted to be responsible for me
being late and the women not being where they were supposed to be...
That made the decision simpler and since I was heading directly for the
General's quarters, it was pretty easy to assume that someone (other
than them) would be able to puzzle out whether I belonged in the party
or not.
It seemed like quite a ways, but it really didn't take long to reach
the General's quarters. Fortunately, with the "party" going on and
those who weren't partying assigned to keeping the troops busy, officer
country was pretty well deserted. The guard at the door to the
General's office had no question about letting the women in, but I
would have to wait outside. He and I chatted amiably enough for a few
minutes. Then Patty stuck her head out the door and asked him if he
could "help" them with something. I assured him I would be right here
when he got back out and he went in. I didn't actually see what
happened, but what we had planned worked just fine.
In the middle of the General's desk, Kristin and Beth were locked in a
"passionate" sixty nine. Dana was on her hands and knees "watching"
them, while Patty massaged the kneeling woman's genitals. Patty
pleaded with the guard. Wouldn't he please fuck this horny woman?
Surely he would give her some action to help her wait for the General's
return? Two hours was obviously too long for her to wait for sexual
relief. Some panting and groaning from Dana helped him make up his
mind. His trousers were down and he was on the job in a moment. Patty
licked his cheek and suggested she would crawl around behind him to
lick his balls, while he focused on the lesbian action on the desk. He
never saw the pistol come out from under the pile of chador. Patty was
quite efficient and only needed one shot. One of the nice things about
the General's quarters was that they were very efficiently sound
proofed. No one outside his office heard a thing.
While we were ransacking the safe, I asked Patty if she was upset by
her first kill. She looked me squarely in the eye and said: "No
problem. That little prick dry fucked my cunt twice last week and each
time he stopped to come in my mouth. It was no problem at all." All I
had thought about was getting the keys to my cuffs, but Dana suggested
that we might be well advised to take the jewelry, as well. She had
gone through the boxes and there were several items of expensive
jewelry, the loose gold "chits" for their services, a large amount of
cash and some "computer" stuff at the bottom. Dana volunteered to dump
out the contents of her makeup case and replace them with these items.
We knew time was short, so we quickly dumped her makeup in the bedroom,
with the body of the dead guard. We made a wholesale transfer of the
contents of the Generals box and headed back down the hall without
delay. I wanted to be well away from this area, as quickly as
possible. If someone should come by the door, they might well question
why there was no one on guard, but I didn't think they would dare to
enter the General's quarters without permission. However, if they
heard us in here, with no guard on duty, they just might. Fortune was
still with us and we weren't interrupted.
Knowing there wasn't much time, the five of us headed for the surface.
We made it through a number of checkpoints, using another set of bogus
movement orders to justify my acting as guard on the women. The closer
to the surface we got, the more scrutiny our orders began to earn.
By the time we got to hatchway 127A, I was a nervous wreck. We had
talked through this part of the plan a dozen times, but I was still
nervous. This set of doors was only one level down from the surface.
Watch was maintained by only one set of guards for this door on the
inside, as opposed to the usual pairing of inner and outer. Most
importantly, there was a wardroom only steps away. It would be empty
this time of day, with the ready platoon topside, getting some fresh
air. Time outside was a rare and special thing for these troops.
Platoons competed for the privilege of some time topside, so we could
be sure they would be taking advantage of it.
As soon as we were through the door, the women headed into the
wardroom. When one of the guards started to shout at them, I made a
hushing sound. Getting their attention, I brought them over to the
wardroom door. Inside the room the women had partially removed their
concealing chador, kneeling side by side with their breasts bared.
It's strange how your mind wanders in times of stress, but their nipple
piercings were particularly attractive, I thought.
Doing my best to remain casual, I mentioned that we were on our way to
the surface. And, of course, I had my movement orders...,um..., right
here... I would be only too happy to show them, but... What would the
gentleman say to a quick blowjob from the woman of their choice for
say... ten dollars (actually the Iraqi equivalent)? Yes, I had to
escort the women, but there was no reason why I shouldn't make a little
something for my trouble and share their charms with my fellow
soldiers, now was there? These two were on duty and didn't have the
money on them. Why, that was no problem, they could owe me. Hell, I
knew someone back in payroll, so there was no reason I would have to be
worried about being cheated. I got their names (interesting that they
were the Iraqi equivalent of Smith and Jones) and they proceeded to
pull out their cocks and line themselves up in front of Dana and Beth.
The girls began the process, while I stepped out. Supposedly I was
going to check to see that no one was coming. After all, boys, we
don't want you to hear the slide on my pistol as it rides to full cock.
Just for a minute, I debated with myself about letting the two soldiers
have a little more fun in their life. I decided it wasn't fair to the
women. I slipped back into the wardroom, very quietly, and made sure
the door was shut tightly behind me. The women had lined up facing the
door so both of the soldiers faced away from me. It took only seconds
to shoot them both, twice. Some blood did wind up on the women as the
exit wounds were significantly larger than the bullet entrance, but
that's the way it goes. When the one in Beth's mouth collapsed, he
fell directly on her. She said she wound up biting his penis rather
severely..., "but he didn't complain." Dana and Beth stripped off
their blood covered chador completely and that prompted the other women
to abandon their concealing wraps as well.
We left the bodies where they lay and quickly checked the contents of
the lockers. We were somewhat disappointed to find no changes of
clothing available. We had been hoping to dress the women in something
other than their shorts and crop tops. I gave Beth the pistol I had
used. Patty and I each took one of the guards' rifles. Dana found a
couple of empty backpacks. That allowed us to leave the makeup cases
behind. I suggested that we could put Dana's case, with the contents
of the General's safe, in one of the backpacks. Being a gentleman, I
volunteered to carry that one and, it being rather heavy, Dana was only
too happy to let me.
Most important to me, of course, was getting those cursed cuffs off. I
wanted nothing more than to leave them behind, but Dana insisted that
we had to bring them along. "You never know when we might want to use
them to blow open a door or something." I pointed out that we were
only one level below the surface and we didn't need to blow open the
next door and the noise of an explosion would only attract a lot of
attention, which was the last thing we wanted. She was adamant and
insisted that she would carry them, if I was too damn lazy. I didn't
want to get into a long argument, when Patty started to take her side
and it was obvious that neither of them were worried about logic. When
they started to load up on extra ammo from the ward room supply, I
tried to explain that we were all dead if we got in a firefight. We
needed to move fast and hauling ammo we didn't want to use was a waste
of time. Again, there was no changing their minds. I gave up trying
to reason with them and told them they could have all they could carry,
but I wasn't going to carry it or wait for them if it slowed them down.
I counted out 30 seconds as Dana threw the cuffs, along with way too
much extra ammo, into the other pack. I did get them to promise we
would discard that entire pack, the second we were in a truck on the
way out of the motor pool.
We walked up the corridor to the surface level. I was fighting the
urge to keep looking over my shoulder and had to almost pinch myself
to believe this was really happening. We peeked through the door and
found it led into the back end of a large service bay. No one was
guarding the door and we quickly took cover behind several pallets of
barrels and what not. In our late night planning sessions, we had
discussed looking for a truck on the edge of the motor pool. Five
people with enough gas and water to escape the country would not fit
in a jeep.
Dana saw a truck in the middle of a large repair bay and loudly
whispered: "There's one. If it has keys in it, we're outta here!"
Before I could stop her, she was on her way to the truck. To compound
the problem, Patty announced: "I'll cover her" and ran after Dana. I
don't know what she thought she was going to do . You can't provide
covering fire for someone by standing next to them in the middle of a
huge open area, with no cover for yourself.
I was able to keep Beth and Kristin from running after them, by
grabbing a handful of hair on each of them. "Get down and stay down" I
hissed at them as quietly as I could. "If they get that thing going,
then we worry about running to get on it. Right now keep your heads
down and don't let anyone see you."
We were just back into cover when it hit the fan. Dana had no idea how
to get a large diesel engine started, but she did manage to make a lot
of noise. That, together with a scantily clad Patty standing in the
middle of a repair bay, got the attention of the entire repair crew.
Noting that she was armed, they got the attention of the ready platoon,
who surrounded Patty and moved in on her in very short order. Facing
that many guns, she surrendered. Showing their true colors as
soldiers, the men stripped them both naked and started to rape them on
the spot.
The shrieks from the women attracted even more men, until there was a
huge crowd around the truck. At that moment, the ground under our feet
did a boogie woogie. Su Li's husband had kept his promise. Most of
those standing around the truck lost their footing from the strength of
the tremors. Moments later, another, even stronger blast came from the
opposite direction and I knew Su Li had joined her husband. Lucinda
wasn't a whore anymore. She had her freedom now, too.
There were several smaller tremors, no doubt a result of the internal
ammunition bunkers exploding. It doesn't take much to imagine what the
inside of the bunker would look like with at least two nuclear bombs
having been set off and then the secondary explosions and the firestorm
that would follow them. The computer and communication facilities must
have been destroyed almost immediately. I deduce that from the fact
that my cuffs, which had been in Dana's backpack noticed they were not
receiving the correct signal. They interpreted that as being too far
from the transmitter and they did what they were supposed to do.
By themselves, the cuffs probably wouldn't have done all that much, but
that bag also held the extra ammunition Dana had tossed into it. When
the soldiers in the repair bay had stripped the women, their thinking
had obviously been fuck first and loot second. They had simply thrown
everything the women were wearing under the truck and spread-eagled
them on the concrete floor. The cuffs and the ammunition were enough
to set off the fuel tanks of the truck. Diesel fuel, by itself, is not
really explosive either, but it will burn tremendously hot. Flaming
fuel was thrown everywhere. I don't know what was in the truck, but
there must have been a reason why it was being kept away from
everything else. Whatever was in the truck blew up with a tremendous
explosion. I won't try to tell you it instantly killed every one of
the men who had gathered to rape Patty and Dana. Let's just say they
weren't worrying about other escapees, when the three of us headed for
an exit as quickly and discretely as we could.
I won't drag this out any further. We found the Iraqi equivalent of a
humvee and loaded it with as much gas and water as we could grab from
nearby vehicles, in less than a minute. We were down the road and into
the desert before anyone even thought to look for us. We spent a
couple of nervous nights hiding in the desert and narrowly managed to
avoid being killed in a minefield as we crossed over the boarder into
Kuwait. Once there, we looked up the local US embassy and we were home
free. The State Department, the Defense Department, a whole collection
of spook agencies and God alone knows who else all wanted to "de-brief"
us. We put up with it for a while and once we were back in the states
we told them they could pay us by the hour for "consulting." They made
us promise to keep the whole thing hush hush. You know, don't want to
panic the country, etc. Like good little kids, we went along with
them. In return, we kept the backpack we took out of the bunker... and
it's contents.
Postlude:
I thought the two women might go back to their families, but Kristin
wasn't that anxious to go back home and Beth actually married me.
Kristin was her Maid of Honor. Beth told her she was the 'Best Woman'
in our three way on the wedding night. I was smart enough not to agree
or disagree, thank you ver much!
They both keep their pubes shaved for me. I've learned to live with a
shaved scrotum, (at Kristin's request) but Beth says she likes to see
the rest of me with hair. I was worried there would be a lot of
jealousy between the two of them, but they seem to understand this
relationship better than I do. We've been a pretty comfortable
threesome, all things considered.
The gold and jewels in the General's little case were a lovely bonus
for us. We sold them off for a nice sum of money and lived quite
sumptuously for a while. The real beauty was that the "computer stuff"
at the bottom was worth even more. It turned out to be the Swiss bank
account numbers and passwords for the General's private accounts.
Their system is fairly simple: If you know the account numbers and
have the passwords, you can have the money. We did and we do and we
will never have to work a day in our lives, if we don't want to, even
if we live for the next several hundred years. The General had done
very well for himself.
We actually did some real honest work. We endowed a series of nursing
scholarships in Kim's name. We opened an orphanage in Mexico with
Lucinda's name on the gates. There was a generous endowment, with
oversight from an impeccable US auditing firm to see that there would
be no financial hanky panky with the children's money. We couldn't
save all the children that needed help, but girls (and boys) from her
home town have somewhere to go besides the cantinas, now.
We weren't sure what to do for Dana and Patty. We funded a battered
woman's shelter in New York and another in San Francisco, again with
their names on the door. Somehow it seemed appropriate.
We bought a big yacht and named her the Su Li. We have had some very
good times aboard her and we do our best to think happy thoughts there.
Beth never did become a sex slave for me, but fantasizing about it gets
her juices going. However, she does do a 'ladies only' night with
Kristin, on occasion. They shut the door on Kristin's suite and I
spend the night watching satellite TV. More often than not, I spend it
watching them from the hidden cameras. What can I say? Some habits
die hard.
I spend as much time as I want in Kristin's butt and Beth provides
plenty of pussy and oral. Not that Beth doesn't do anal, she just
plain doesn't like it as much as Kristin does. Lord knows I just enjoy
keeping those ladies satisfied. We're a pretty happy threesome and
Beth is talking about maybe having children. I suppose we'll have to
get used to wearing clothes more often and being a little more discreet
about when and where we decide to get it on. As long as I have these
two horny women to take care of my needs, I don't think children will
be a problem. Hey, Life is good!
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Author's note:
Please note: The characters in this story are strictly fictional. The
bunker environment described in the story exists only in the author's
imagination.
The author wishes to state that he has nothing against the Iraqi
people. He does not wish to be perceived as an Arab hater or anti-
Moslem. Somebody has to be the bad guy in a story, so the good guys
can win.
This story is strictly based on personal fantasy and the relationship
of any of the scenes in this story to anything in reality is strictly
by coincidence. There are, in fact, a number of inaccuracies in this
story. No one should expect to learn anything from reading stroke
literature.
Any flames or religious tracts sent to the author as a result of this
story will be cheerfully ignored. E-mail containing constructive
criticism in regards to the sexual scenes is earnestly solicited and will be
read late at night with the mouse in my non-dominant hand.
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