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MARINE SEX SLAVE
Part Seven
They mercifully closed the hatch after that, and Casey was
allowed to lie on the bench and recover for a few hours
before she was called forward.
There, she had to straddle each officer's seat and work her
hot, plump pussy mound down onto their hardened dicks until
they spurted their loads up inside her.
By the time the plane landed in Japan she had come more
than a dozen times easily.
A car with a respectful marine private driving, was waiting
for her when she deplained, at the military airport in
Tokyo. She enjoyed the airconditioned ride through the
city, though she thought it was rather dirty and noisy.
The car drove eventually through the guarded gates of a
large military compound, and around to a square, two storey
brick building with two sentries standing in front.
"This is your residence Maam." the private said, jumping
out of the car and opening her door. She winced at the
sudden rush of hot moist air, and blinked in the intense
sunlight, as she stepped out.
The private got her bags from the trunk and led her up to
the front door of the building and past the sentrys. The
lobby was small, and square, like the building itself.
There was a reception desk set in the middle of the floor
and a Sergeant sitting there.
"This's Lieutenant Donovan, Sergeant." the private
announced.
"Thats fine, private, just leave the bags." the Sergeant
replied.
He placed them on the floor next to the desk and turned and
left.
"You're late." the sergeant scowled at her.
She opened her mouth to protest, but he waved it off before
she could speak. "Save it. It doesn't matter, just so
your here in time for the party tonight."
Another sergeant arrived, in answer to a button the desk
sergeant pushed. He looked Casey up and down with
professional assessment.
"Well at least they sent us a young one this time." he
told the desk sergeant, who nodded.
"Not that we'll get a piece of it." he replied.
"OK Donovan. Pick up your bags and lets go." he ordered.
Casey followed him down a narrow hallway to an elevator,
which brought them up to the second floor. There they
stopped at the door to a tiny room with a pair of cots, a
small bureau, and a big closet inside. There were other
clothes and things there already.
Casey dropped her bags on one of the cots as the Sergeant
showed her explained some rules she had to follow.
"Your roommate is Lieutenant Myers, who's working overtime
since the base is a girl short till now. Put your stuff
away and shower. There'l be someone here to get you in an
hour." he said.
He closed the door behind him, as Casey opened her bags and
started putting her things in the drawers and closet.
Lieutenant Myers had a huge wardrobe, including a lot of
slinky evening gowns, and sexy underwear.
Casey smiled at her foolishness. They were army issue of
course. She hoped she'd get to choose some of her clothes.
She preferred blue and green.
Suddenly the door burst open behind her. She whirled to
find half a dozen grinning, laughing young men crowded just
inside the doorway looking her up and down with excited
interest. They were all marine lieutenants.
"Hot damn!" one said.
"Nice piece! another agreed.
"I can't wait to screw this one!" said a third.
"Ha! Fat chance unless you can wait till the brass is
through with her."
"Hey girl! What's your name?" one demanded.
"Donovan sir!" Casey answered, her pussy already starting
to heat up.
"Get your clothes off Donovan." he said impatiently.
" We want to see what you look like!"
"Yeah strip it off baby!" another shouted.
Casey obediently pulled open her uniform jacket, which was
held only by snaps, revealing her rounded breasts, confined
by a very tight thin shirt.
"Ohh I like this!" one of the men exulted.
Her skirt and shirt, in fact all clothes issued to the
Suzie's were designed to be pulled off quickly. She pulled
the skirt open and slid it off, then popped open the shirt.
She posed seductively for the admiring, excited men, in her
tiny lacy blue bra, and matching g-string.
They whistled and hooted as she turned slowly in front of
them, pushing her chest out, and then her ass as she turned
her back on them. She bent over slightly, parting her
legs, giving the excited group a full view of her pretty
ass.
"What a fantastic little ass!"
"I can't wait to fuck it!"
"I bet it's tight!"
She turned and smiled at them, then popped the catch on her
bra, opening it and letting her breasts out free. The men
whistled and sighed as they beheld her high, firm breasts,
and her tiny pink nipples.
"I just gotta suck that!"
"Yeah!"
"I love tits!" "Fuck waiting! I'm gonna screw this little
slut right now!" one of them yelled, rushing forward.
He knocked Casey backwards with the force of his impact, as
he threw his arms around her and buried his face between
her breasts.
He half dragged her back to the bureau, as she felt other
hands at her stomach and ass, and thighs. A hand she
couldn't see, pulled her g-string down and off, leaving her
naked, to applause.
The man who had rushed forward first, pushed her back
across the bureau, his face mashing down on hers. His
hands squeezing and kneading her breasts, while other hands
stroked and squeezed up and down her body.
She felt hands all over her, especially between her legs,
as hands pulled her ankles far apart, and grasped, and
clutched at her ass cheeks and pubic mound.
She grunted as two long fingers were driven up inside her
cunt tube.
"I get to break the whore in first!" a tall redheaded man
exclaimed. I'm senior." the others reluctantly agreed,
and he stepped between Caseys splayed legs.
He pulled her ass downwards a little so it was on the edge
of the table. Casey's head, still hung out over the other
end of the table, as the first guy who had touched her,
continued to kiss, her face, and suckle and squeeze her now
much enlarged titties.
"Look at these hard little nipples!" he said. Proudly
stepping back to display the erect nubbins to his
colleagues. Casey mewled in pleasure as the redhead pushed
the hard head of his rigid member against her puffy bald
cunthole and drove it deep inside with a single forceful
thrust.
"Ohhhhh She's tight!" he groaned.
"TIght and wet!"
Casey squirmed on the table, as the fuckpole slid back out
then slammed back into her again. Soon the redhead began
pumping her cunt with furious, high speed humps, that made
his balls slap against her ass cheeks, and rocked the
bureau against the wall. His hips slammed repeatedly into
her inner thighs and groin, as he gasped in exertion and
pleasure. His hands gripped her waist, jerking her back
and forth like a lifeless doll, as he skewered her with
deep, raping thrusts.
"Take it you slut! Take my cock! Oohhhhh Man!" he
gasped.
Another of them scurried around to the head of the bureau
and pushed his cockhead against her mouth. Casey opened
her lips eagerly and sucked the hard prick deep into her
mouth, then gulped inch after inch of it down into her
throat, as the officer groaned and held her ears to keep
her head down.
He began fucking her face, with fierce humping jabs, that
banged the back of her head against the side of the bureau
with each thrust.
Casey didn't care though, the addition of a second cock to
her body, sent her already seething body, flying over the
edge of a tremendous cum. The redhead fucking her pussy,
had to hold her legs as they started to flip and jerk
against him.
She gargled in unrestrained pleasure into the cock reaming
her throat. Girl juices gushed down her fuckhole, to
envelope and coat the massive cock pistoning inside it.
"Uughhhhh! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fill this little
whoooooore with jism!" the redhead groaned.
Then he humped his groin forward, driving his pole balls
deep into her, his back arched, and his head pulled back as
he grimaced in release, and pumped wads of cum down into
Casey's hole.
He stumbled away, and another officer immediately took his
place, cramming his meat into the glistening, satiny smooth
cunt slit. He almost came right away, just at the sight of
his reddened erection clasped between those soft, pulpy
cunt lips.
He threw his hips forward, watching excitedly as his proud
organ disappeared into the seemingly tiny, little slit in
the blonde girl's crotch. He bent forward, bringing his
mouth down on her left breast, and sucking in her nipple
and a big chunk of flesh. He chewed her hard pebble
happily. His teeth nipping and twisting the tender flesh
between them.
Then the man fucking Casey's face blasted his hot load down
into her throat, moaning in satisfied bliss as she gurgled
and drank down every last drop, then licked his cock clean.
Another guy took his place and Casey slurped his cock down
into her mouth and then down her throat happily. Her guts
were heaving and churning with the onset of a second orgasm
as she worked her tongue up and down the shaft of the
penis.
The man fucking her stood back, his hands on her hips,
fingers clutching tightly, and began fucking her with slow,
hammering strokes. He poised just the head of his erection
inside her, then with a short hesitation he jerked her
whole lower body off the bureau, and up to meet his cock
just as he slammed his hips forward, to impale her with the
fuckpole.
Then he slowly slid his cock back almost all the way out
and repeated the manoeuvre. Each complete stroke took
almost five full seconds, and each made Casey cry out
soundlessly in pain and ecstasy as she was repeatedly
emptied and crammed with hot male meat.
She trembled as she slid into another orgasm, then her
whole body shuddered with sexual fire as storms of electric
ecstasy exploded out of her abused cunt and a roaring
furnace of sensations rippled along her torso.
"Look at this hot little cuntpad!"
"See her squirm!?"
"What a BITCH!"
"Hurry up so I can screw her!"
The guy between her legs speeded up his hammering fucking
thrusts as Casey wiggled and her chest humped up and down
on the bureau top. Her mouth was like a voracious vacume
cleaner as she suckled frenziedly on the cock embedded in
her throat.
Her cunt was crackling with high tension electricity. Her
tits rippled back and forth in time to the powerfull
driving thrusts, and her hands opened and closed
repeatedly. Euphoria swallowed her mind, turning her into
jerking twitching blob of inflamed flesh. She rocked back
and forth on her shoulders, the only part of her body
touching the bureau. Her mouth suckled on the cock, trying
to envelope every inch of it and even suck in his hanging
balls too.
"Suck it BITCH!" the man screamed, as his cum exploded out
the end of his cocktube and sluiced down into her throat.
He was practicaly riding her face and head, jamming his
cock brutally hard down her throat as he groaned in
happiness.
The man fucking her cunt grunted in time to his fucks,
then, as the man at her face, pulled wearily out, his hand
raced up her body to grip her hair roughly, and jerked her
whole upper body up off the table, and forward, so he could
mash his lips against hers.
He was holding her aloft, cock buried up her twat, her legs
squeezed tightly around his waist, and his arms encircling
her back and head. His kiss was bruisingly rough, and she
felt his teeth cut her lips as he jammed his tongue inside
her mouth.
He shoved her back against the wall, pushing one of her
legs way up in the air, so it was back against her chest,
and ploughed his cock in and out of her gaping fuckhole
with maniacle energy.
Casey grunted, her eyes closed in weary shocked bliss. Her
head fell back weakly, to bang against the wall, and her
body quivered helplessly. His cock thundered back and
forth in the teenager's cunt pit, as he slammed her body
back against the wall with bruising force. Then he gasped
and jetted his cock up into her guts in ecstatic release.
"Come on, get out of the way and let me in there!" the
last man cursed. He pushed aside his friend and grabbed
Casey by the hair, jerking her off the table, roughly, and
slapping her forward across the bureau.
"I don't think I need any sloppy seconds." he exclaimed,
pointing his cockhead at her winking little crinkled anus.
"I'm gonna split these cheeks open and ream the little
bitch's asshole out for her!"
"Haaaa!!"
"Go to it man!"
"YEah! Fuck her ASS!"
"Your gonna like this ain't you Suzie!?"
His cockhead pushed forward, smoothing out all the crinkles
in the little hole, pushing it open and wider to admit his
fat, rigid phallus. He kicked her legs aside to open her
even further, and humped his body forward, pushing his
cockhead past her sphincter and into her little tube.
"Man oh man is this little asshole tight!!" he exclaimed.
He could feel the asshole clasping and squeezing tightly
around his cockhead, and watched her asshole clinging
roundly to every miniscule ridge and indentation of his
manhood.
He thrust forward, driving several inches of cock down into
her rectum. Casey yelped in sudden pain as her asshole
fought to adjust to this intruding staff.
Then her asshole abruptly loosened and sucked in the rest
of his cock like it was pulling back a stool.
He felt his cockhead pulled deep into her guts, and felt
the twisting length of her asstube straighten out to
recieve his sceptre. He fought the suction to pull his
cock backwards, then thrust forward, skewering her with his
deep plunging cock.
His hand came down on Casey's head, and grasped a wad of
hair to jerk her head and upper chest up off the bureau
top.
"You like that split-tail?!" he demanded excitedly.
"You like taking my cock up your asshole!!??"
Her mouth hung slackly open, and her eyes were bare slits
as she dazedly nodded her head slightly in his grasp.
"Say it bitch! Say how much you love it!" he demanded,
ramming his cock high into her belly, and bringing a cry of
sudden pain from the girl.
"Come on slut!"" he cursed, twisting her hair back to pull
her chest up and back in a in a painful, arching bow.
"PP.pp.p.p.pleeeeeze!!" she whimpered.
"Say how much you love it you piece of shit!!" he gritted,
jamming his meat up into her with vicious force, and
jerking her head back even more.
"I..I..I Love it!!!" she whined.
"I Love being assfucked!
"I love you fucking my asshole!!" she sobbed.
He dropped her head with a curse, sending her chest and
face plunging back to strike the bureau with a dull thump
and crack. He grabbed both her thighs in his big hands and
tore her legs up and apart, yanking them with powerfull
force until she was practicly doing the splits on the
table.
His cock ripped in and out of her anus, skewering her
asshole, sending wretched pain and raptuous pleasure
boiling through her body, and flooding her near senseless
brain with overloading bursts of fiery sexual sensations.
She lay there unmoving, except for his thrusts, grunting
like a mindless animal as the phalus impaled her and
flooded white jism up her anus and into her guts.
"That's a nice fuckin piece there!" she heard.
"We oughta get more like that!"
"Fuckin brass gets all the good meat!"
The men did up their pants and departed, leaving Casey
sprawled over the bureau, gasping for breath.
"Why the fuck are'nt you ready yet you bitch?!" a voice
demanded.
She looked up blearily, her vision swimming.
"Oh for christs sake!" who's been screwing you?" it said
angrily. Casey focused her vision on a large, overweight
Sergeant, looming over her. His hand darted forward and he
jabbed several fingers up her cunt, then withdrew them.
"You stupid cow! Your so full it oughto be leaking out
your nose!"
She murmured something unintelligible in response, which
only aggravated him more.
"You can't go and see the General full of cum!" he
gritted.
Casey cried out in sorrow and pain as his hand lashed out
and slapped her ass with a loud crack. He lifted his hand
and cracked it down again, then again and again and again.
The confused girl began bawling piteously as her ass was
spanked with fast hard strokes, making the soft, tender
flesh bounce and redden.
"Now get up!" he ordered sternly.
"Get into the shower and clean yourself off, and I'll try
to find something to explain why your late!" He jerked her
off the table by the hair and flung her across the room
towards the bathroom door.
It took her ten minutes just to recover enough to turn on
the water and step into the shower.
Twenty minutes later, when the Sergeant showed up again,
she was blow drying her hair in the mirror.
"Hurry up will you!" he demanded. He moved up next to
her, towering over the girl, who only came up to his chest.
"Give me that." he sighed, pulling the dryer from her
shaky hands.
"Stand up straight!"
He stood in front of her holding the dryer brushing her
hair furiously, the bristles digging into her scalp.
He concentrated on his task, styling the hair back and to
the sides neatly. She stood there meekly, as he fixed her
hair to his satisfaction. "Good enough." he muttered,
shutting the thing off and putting it on the counter. He
grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the bathroom.
There was a gown on her bed, and he pulled her over to it
and picked it up, and took it off the hanger. He held it
in front of her as if measuring, then nodded in
satisfaction and dropped it back to the bed.
He picked up a g-string and knelt in front of her briefly.
"Foot up." he said.
She raised her right foot and he slid the thin string over
it.
"Other foot."
She lowered her right foot and raised her left. The
sergeant slid the G-string up her legs and settled the
tight elastic band around her waist. The blue gown went on
next. It was a slinky, shiny thing shaped like a the
letter Y. The two arms of the Y enfolded her breasts
though it plunged deeply, and if she leaned over, even
slightly, it fell away from her chest revealingly.
They joined together at waist level in a single strip of
material that fell to below her knees. It was just wide
enough to cover her front and back, though her thighs, and
hips were bare, as were her sides, and if she moved too
quickly, the back part would show her behind, nicely.
The sergeant stepped back to scan her dress, then nodded
satisfied.
"All right, let's go." he sighed.
Casey followed along behind as he strode out of the room
and down the hall to an elevator. They travelled down to
the lobby, then across it to a much better decorated
section of the building.
She could hear music playing, which grew louder as they
approached a set of double doors at the end of this hall.
The sergeant and she pulled up in front of the doors, where
he handed her over to a small, skinny little man, with a
receding hairline, and a pencil thin moustache, who was
wearing a tuxedo.
"Well it's about time." he said petulantly. His voice was
very high pitched and had a nasal whine to it that Casey
found instantly dislikeable. He grabbed Casey's bare arm
without a word and led her through the doors.
There was a party in progress. A number of high ranking
officers were wandering around, glasses and cigars in hand
talking and laughing together, almost always accompanied by
a lithe young woman dressed in a similar fashion as Casey.
He led her across the room past a number of small groups to
a table in the far corner. Four men sat there, along with
three young women.
"General Morgan?" the little man said, in an oily tone.
"May I present Lieutenant Casey Donovan." he pushed her
forward subtlety.
The man who was obviously General Morgan, looked at her
appraisingly, a slow satisfied smile spreading across his
lips.
"Well, well, well. I must say, you are well worth the wait
darling." he enthused, rising to take her hand.
"Come sit down right over here." he indicated an empty
chair next to his.
"Why thank you General. I'm sorry I was late."
"Think nothing of it my dear." he answered. "The best
things in life are worth having patience for." Casey sat
down next to him, eying the rest of the table discretely.
All of the men there were Generals, bedecked with flags and
ribbons. General Morgan was around fifty, she guessed.
Very tall, and heavily built. He had a wide face, and
flat, squared head, topped with very short, graying hair,
The party was nice. All the officers were nice, and Casey
and the other girls there, fawned and fussed nicely for
them. As the evening wore on, and the drinks began to
tell, the atmosphere began getting more intense, with
repressed sexual desires.
The talk of war turned to talk of sex, with many of the
officers commenting lewdly and obscenely about their past
exploits and their dates that night. General Thompson, to
Casey's left, was the worst at her table. He went into
great detail of how he had screwed a little vietnamese girl
in the war there, much to the delight of the other men at
the table.
"Course she didn't have the tits this one has." he
laughed, his hand pulling open the front of his date's
dress and cupping a wide, fat nippled breast tightly.
The girl, a large bodied, brunette, with green eyes, sighed
in pleasure, real or pretend, as his fingers kneaded her
breast.
"S'long as she's got three holes, who cares about her
tits." another of the men slurred.
"Sit up here baby." General Morgan directed Casey, patting
his lap. She rose from her chair and settled sideways,
onto his lap, one arm around his shoulder.
"Hmmmm, these look tasty." he murmured, peering down at
her breasts, exposed by her slouching position.
His hand slid under the strip of dress covering her belly,
and rubbed her stomach gently, before dipping lower and
rubbing and squeezing her pubic mound through the g-string.
His mouth pecked her cheek from time to time, or nibbled
gently on the side of her throat, as his fingers twirled
almost absently around her groin.
Casey began to lose track of the conversation as those
fingers began building up the heat in her guts. Her head
rested against the General's chest and she purred almost
like a kitten as he slid his fingers into the little
g-string and slid them slowly up and down her bare slit.
"Come on let's dance." he said.
She didn't really hear him, but scrambled from his lap as
he started to rise and accompanied him as he led her out
onto the dance floor.
The music was slow, some kind of waltz she figured, and the
two of them moved slowly around the floor. The General
held her tightly against him. At first his hand was on her
back, but then slid down onto her buttocks to cup them
firmly, with one then both hands. Other couples on the
floor were similarly engaged, with one girl dancing
completely nude with a little bald headed Admiral.
Morgans hands slid beneath the strip of clothe to cup her
naked ass cheeks. His fingers continuously worked in and
out, kneading and squeezing her fine soft flesh. One hand
slid down along her crack, and then further to go right up
beneath her crotch and cup her pubic mound from behind.
His head came down and kissed the side of her throat as his
teeth chewed on her skin.
"You got a nice, tight little ass Casey." he sighed.
"Thank you sir." she mewled.
One of his hands came up and slid inside her top, to
squeeze her right breast.
The music ended, and they went back to their table.
Casey sat on his lap again, and he resumed his gentle
rubbing and squeezing of her pussy.
Casey trembled slightly from time to time, as little
orgasms shook her.
"Why don't you take the little cunt around back and plug
her so she'll shut up?" one of the men demanded, as
Casey's sighs and gasps became louder.
"I want her to be white hot, when I stick it to her later."
Morgan answered, gazing down at the wriggling little
blonde.
He pulled Casey around so she was straddling him, her back
to his chest. This spread her legs more, giving him
greater access to her crotch. He looked down the deep cup
of her dress, to see her full meaty bags rising and falling
with her rapid panting breaths.
"Let's get this off you." he said easily, sliding her
g-string down and off.
"Much better." he grunted. His hand stroked her belly,
and crotch, sliding along her thighs from time to time.
His fingers dipped occasionally into her throbbing love
hole, sending the little blonde into higher plateaus of
pleasure.
Casey sat slumped back against his chest, legs sprawled
wide apart as his hand worked between them. The general
seemed to ignore her except for his insistent roaming
hands. From time to time, he looked down at her in
satisfaction.
Even sitting on his lap, her head was well below his. He
undid the clasp at the back of her neck after a while, so
her the top of her dress collapsed, leaving her naked from
the waist up. Casey hardly noticed such was the dazed
erotic pleasure rippling through her.
The constant small cums left her hotter with each one, her
pussy was desperate for a hard deep fucking but was instead
being continuously stroked and touched by the General's
teasing hands, which now began to work on her rapidly
swelling breasts as well.
He played with her like she was a toy, finding delight in
each squirming moan, and shuddering whimper. His hands
circled and stroked the tender, overheated skin of her tit
orbs, making them twitch and shiver.
Her little nipples stuck straight out like hard little
pebbles. When he finally squeezed her boobs tightly, she
gasped in joy and arched her back with a small cum.
"If you don't screw that little slut soon she's gonna rape
one of the dogs." a voice said cynically.
"No hurry." morgan replied.
His hand slid down over her neck, between her breasts, and
down over her trembling belly to cup her cunt mound gently,
then slide a finger up inside her.
Casey moaned desperately, her cunt muscles squeezed and
sucked at his finger voraciously.
Eyes closed, mouth wide, her head rolled back and forth, as
soft little sighs and gasps issued from her mouth.
"So what did you think of that Syrian General?" Morgan
asked one of his colleagues, seemingly overlooking, the
trembling teenager on his lap.
"I think he's an asshole." Casey whimpered as the fire in
her belly grew higher and higher.
Her breasts throbbed and pulsed in time to her breathing as
the thin layer of taught skin fought to hold back the ever
expanding tit flesh beneath.
"All right honey, turn around and put it in." Morgan
sighed patiently, giving his friends a suffering but
tolerant look.
Casey gasped and turned quickly around, her hands diving
into the General's crotch to undo his pants.
His organ was, astonishingly enough, still only semi erect.
She pulled it out into the light and rubbed her hands up
and down the wrinkled skin, squeezing it between her
sweating fingers until it expanded and hardened.
She rose slightly, squatting over his lap, to place the
head of his organ against her plump, juicy cunt lips.
Then she squeezed her legs together and threw her crotch
forward and down, impaling herself on his meaty cock with a
sound of joyful bliss.
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