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{STORY} PRISONERS OF WAR {Hungry Guy} (MF Mpov Fpov Mdom Fdom Msub
Fsub nc tort viol ws scat anal oral nosex cheat)
BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or
hungryguy@literotica.org)
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this
story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is
nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely
coincidental.
Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that
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hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author, and as long as you don't
make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos,
for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged
by your spell checker. Thanks.
All my stories can be found on: http://www.asstr.org/~HungryGuy.
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_CORINNE_
On the day that China invaded the United States Corinne had
kissed her husband goodbye in the morning, and had gone to work as
usual after dropping her infant son off at the babysitter along the
way.
The news was announced over the public address system in the
office building where she worked that morning. Everyone was stunned
by the sudden unexpected invasion, but news reports stressed that the
invaders had no chance of succeeding.
Later in the afternoon, news reports indicated that the invaders
had captured and were occupying some communities near the shore where
they landed, which wasn't too far from where Corinne worked.
Following these reports, the company closed the office and let
everyone off early.
On her way out of the building, Corinne met Paul who was a co-
worker of hers whom she was friends with and occasionally met for
lunch in the company cafeteria. "What do you think of all this,"
Corinne asked Paul?
"I can't believe it," replied Paul, "why would China want to
attack the United States for? But I think it'll all be over by
tomorrow. Just be careful going home, Corinne."
"You too, Paul. Bye, bye."
Corinne was fond of Paul, in a friendly way. She knew he was
attracted to her, in more than a friendly way, and he was trying hard
not to let it show. But she could still tell. She knew that she
would never cheat on her husband, so she continued their friendship.
A few blocks after leaving the office, Corinne came to a
roadblock. Several Chinese soldiers were standing around a truck
waving assault rifles at all the cars they had stopped, including
hers. They ordered her out of her car in a language she didn't
understand and into the back of the truck. In the truck many people
were bound by wrists and ankles with leather straps. Once in the
truck herself, more Chinese soldiers strapped her wrists and ankles
together. They continued filling the truck with people until they
were piled on top of each other several bodies deep.
The truck then drove off. It drove only a short distance, but
the ride was very uncomfortable lying on a hard plank floor with
several other people on top of her as the truck bounced and jostled
them all.
They were then all pulled out of the truck by their bonds,
allowed to fall off the back of the truck and onto the ground. Like
the others, she was dragged into a building. Inside the building, a
large group of people, men and women, were huddled together
completely naked, guarded by more Chinese soldiers. One of the
soldiers cut her straps off with his bayonet, nicking her flesh at
the time, and motioned her to stand. She stood, and then the solder
made a motion as though tearing his uniform off.
Not catching his meaning immediately, the soldier poked his
bayonet into her sweater almost stabbing her, and pulled it down
leaving a long tear in it. He made the motion once again. Finally
catching his meaning, she removed her clothing. She also noticed
that all the others from the truck were undergoing the same routine.
She removed her sweater, her blouse, and her pants, but she
stopped when she got down to her bra and panties. The soldier looked
at her quick, then slashed his bayonet down her chest between her
breasts slicing her bra where the cups connect and leaving a vertical
cut in her chest between her breasts. He then glanced down at her
hips, and she immediately pulled her panties off as fast as she
could.
The soldiers then motioned for her to join the huddled crowd,
which she did. The cut in her chest wasn't very deep, neither was
the cut in her wrist, and the bleeding stopped after several minutes.
A few minutes later, a forklift drove in carrying a number of 55-
gallon drums with quarter sized holes punched all around the upper
and lower edges. When she saw next horrified her. The tops of the
drums were being wrenched off with crowbars, and the people were
being ordered to get into the drums -- tall people alone, and short
people in twos -- men together, women together, and men and women
together -- and also apparently people who, until now did not know
each other. Usually the person would enter the drum without much
fuss, but occasionally a person would step into his drum and
immediately jump out again screaming. When this happened, the
soldiers would grab him and throw the person, whether man or woman,
back into the drum and hammer the lid on. Very often, the person's
continued screams could be heard muffled through the holes in the
drum.
Like some of the others, Corinne began crying thinking she was
about to die shortly. She didn't want to die, not now, so young with
a husband and family. And she didn't want to die in whatever
horrible manner they had planned for them all in these drums. Images
of the drums being dumped in a river, or being buried in a landfill,
or being burned in an incinerator raged through her mind.
More and more empty drums were brought in, while the full drums
were taken out. Her turn eventually came, being nearly 6' tall, she
was put in her drum alone. When they hammered the lid back on the
drum, the noise inside was deafening and left her hears ringing so
loud it drowned out the noise of the forklift taking her drum, and
others back outside.
The forklift set her drum down in an open area with all the other
drums of people. Her ears were still ringing, but she could hear
sobbing and outright crying coming from some of the other drums, from
both men and women. She could also hear people vomiting in some of
the other drums, and occasionally someone would scream until they
passed out.
After it seemed that everybody was in a drum, all the activity in
the area ceased. By this time it was late at night and was getting
chilly. The steel of the drum was extremely cold against her body
and she was shivering feverishly. The inside of the drum smelled
mildly of rubbing alcohol, but she got whiff of various foul chemical
odors whenever she stuck her nose out of one of those holes near one
of the other adjacent drums. She didn't attempt to speak to anybody
else.
Some time later, she heard airplane engines start up and come
closer. It was too dark to see out the holes, but the plane was very
close. The forklifts returned and began removing of the drums. Her
drum was eventually moved again and, looking out the holes saw that
all the drums, including hers, were being loaded into the plane.
Once in the plane, it was too dark to see anything through the holes.
Then the drums were packed tightly against each other. Odors of
ammonia and formaldehyde were especially strong nearby.
Later that night, the plane took off. The flight lasted
seemingly forever. Corinne had no idea how long the flight was; it
was certainly more than many hours, but probably less than a couple
of days. She thought that she had dozed off a few times during the
flight but wasn't sure. By the time it landed, she was so hungry
that the sound of her constantly growling stomach echoed within the
drum, and she was so thirsty that she had tried to lick the rubbing
alcohol off the inside walls of the drum. Fortunately for her, it
was only a trace odor that remained. By then, also, she was sitting
in a puddle of cold urine and excrement.
The drums were unloaded from the plane and left there. At this
new location, though it was night, it was brutally hot. She feared
what it would be like when the sun rose and shown down on the drum
the next morning.
However, she never found out. They next loaded the drums into a
covered truck and drove from the airport. They drove, it seemed, for
several hours over extremely bumpy and hilly roads. The drums were
unloaded and brought inside into another storage area. Her drum was
quickly buried in the middle of the pile, so she couldn't tell what
was happening most of the time.
Corinne awoke in fright as a forklift lifted her drum. She was
carried out into a sunny courtyard where the temperature in the drum
seemed to instantly jump by fifty degrees as soon as it came into
sunlight. The forklift set her down and drove away, leaving her
baking in the sun. Her sweat began to pour off her body like
raindrops in a heavy rain.
But within a few minutes, a couple of men came over and pried the
lid off the drum. They pulled Corinne out of the drum and dropped
her limp body on the ground, then walked away. A minute later, she
felt the comforting touch of a friendly hand. Two other women, also
naked, had lifted her head and were fanning her face. When Corinne
opened her eyes, they smiled compassionately at her and carried her
into the shade against a bare gray wall.
"Hi, I'm Kathy," one said.
"And I'm Toby," the other said.
Corinne replied faintly, "I'm Corinne. What happened?"
"We don't know," Kathy answered. "The last thing I heard is that
we were invaded by China, then a bunch of Chinese soldiers stormed
into our office and took us away, and, well, you know the rest."
"What's going to happen to us?" Corinne asked.
"I don't know," Kathy answered again. "Toby and I were put in a
drum together, and had to help ourselves out before we roasted to
death after they took the cover off. Nobody knows anything."
"I'm so thirsty..."
A group of soldiers suddenly appeared and grabbed the three women
and escorted them away in silence. Each of them was taken into the
bare concrete building that surrounded the courtyard. Then in a
different direction, Corinne was led up some stairs down long a
corridor, around a corner, down a shorter corridor, then into a tiny
cell.
The soldiers threw her into the cell so hard she rebounded
against the far wall and collapsed. The cell was about 6' by 8' with
a 5' ceiling. A 3' by 6' straw mat lay on the floor, and there was a
bare iron pipe sticking out of one corner of the floor, apparently
the "toilet". It wasn't brutally hot, but it was too warm for
comfort. There was also a tiny window in the far wall that
overlooked that courtyard. From the window, she could see down into
the courtyard. There being nothing else to do, she watched the
activity below.
Out in the courtyard, a number of naked people milled about, both
men and women, all white-skinned Americans. Every few minutes, some
Chinese soldiers would bring another drum out in the middle of the
courtyard, leave it there, then pick some of the Americans out of the
group and lead them back inside. Them some other Chinese men would
saunter over to the drum with crowbars, remove the lid, and drag the
occupant out onto the ground and walk away. Then, one or more of the
Americans would go over to the person and help him into the shade.
Sometimes the person just released would come to, and join the aid
effort, and sometimes would remain in a daze. It was also not
uncommon for a person to be removed from a drum dead, often with
nasty blisters over their bodies.
While watching this activity, Corinne suddenly doubled over in
pain. She had become used to the constant growling of her stomach,
but she hadn't eaten or drank anything in several days. And the
discomfort in her stomach had turned to pain.
She slowly crawled over to the mat and lay down. Eventually she
dozed off.
_PAUL_
When Paul was removed from his drum, he, too, was dragged away
and locked in a cell by himself.
After several days of starvation, a soldier came into his cell
and led him to a small room containing a half dozen other Americans.
They were all fed large bowls of rice, some fruits and vegetables,
and a large glass of water. No one said a word to each other as they
all wolfed their food down.
Immediately afterward, they were all led out into the courtyard
and into another room full of sacks of concrete mix and wheelbarrows.
They were ordered to each take a wheelbarrow and empty two of the
sacks into it. Paul was miserable, he hated being hot, and he hated
sweating. By the time he had his wheelbarrow loaded, there was a
puddle of sweat on the floor where he stood. At least he was wearing
no clothing to be sticking to him. They were then led out through
the courtyard, pushing their wheelbarrows, out through the main
entrance gate and along a dirt road. After about a mile, they came
to a large construction site, apparently a dam, or hydroelectric
plant, or something.
They were then each, in turn, ordered to dump their loads into a
wooden form. But when Paul's turn came up, he dumped his wheelbarrow
on the ground saying, "This isn't fair! I never did anything to hurt
you people! You have no right to do this to me! I want to go home!"
One of the soldiers lashed out at Paul with a bullwhip. Paul
cried out and fell to the ground. Two of the soldiers approached him
and pointed their bayonets at him and waited. A few moments later,
another soldier appeared with some rope. They tied the rope to his
ankles, and then gave the other end to the other Americans. The
soldiers ordered them to return to the compound, dragging Paul behind
them.
Paul screamed in agony the first half of the mile, but by the
second half, he was too numb and exhausted even to whimper.
_CORINNE_
Corinne woke some time later. It was dark outside the window and
the room had actually become cold. The mat was too stiff to wrap
around it around her self like a blanket so she lay there shivering
feverishly. Again she dozed off.
When she woke again, light was streaming in through the window
and it was beginning to get warm in her cell again. She thought of
calling out to someone in an adjacent cell, but she was so incredibly
hungry that she literally didn't have the strength of will to so, and
her throat was so painfully dry that to make any sound at all was
torture.
The scene in the courtyard continued like the day before, but
Corinne didn't have the stamina to watch for more than a moment. She
returned to lie back down on her mat.
Several days went by and Corinne was resigned that she was
probably going to die either of dehydration or starvation. But then,
one afternoon, a soldier entered her cell and placed a bowl of rice
and a tin cup of water by the door and left. It took all her energy
to crawl over to the door to get to it. She had to eat the rice with
her fingers, but it sure felt good to eat and cut into her thirst.
This gave her a little energy to stand and walk over to the
window again. By now, it seems they had unloaded all the drums and
the courtyard was empty. She watched for several more minutes for
any sign of activity, but there was none. So she sat down with her
back to the wall under the window and stared at the door for a while.
Then, she heard activity outside. When she stood to look, she saw
two armed Chinese soldiers leading a string of naked American men,
each pushing a wheelbarrow full of sand through the courtyard and out
through the main entrance gate.
Looking closely at one of the Americans, she couldn't believe it,
one of them was Paul from work. The way the sweat glistened made him
look like one of those hunks on a TV ad for one of those exercise
places. But, oh, forget such thoughts now. After they were all out
of sight, no further activity occurred below.
Some time later, Corinne was getting hungry and thirsty again.
But no more food was forthcoming. But she heard more activity out in
the courtyard. Looking out the window, she saw that the men who left
with the wheelbarrows were returning. Only thins time, instead of
pushing wheelbarrows, they were dragging something with a rope. _Oh
no!_ she thought They were dragging Paul by his ankles! _What
happened?_ she wondered. _Oh, poor Paul!_ They all disappeared into
a doorway before, and no more activity occurred the rest of the day.
Once again, several days went by before anything else happened.
The empty bowl and cup had disappeared during the following night.
One afternoon, a soldier opened the door to her cell and pointed a
muzzle at her. She screamed and was immediately doused with cold
water. She managed to drink some of it, but her shower was over too
soon. The guard left and slammed the door shut.
More days went by. One again, Corinne was in incredible pain
from hunger and thirst. She could see on her body that she had lost
a lot of pounds in the week and a half since she's been here. Her
ribs were plainly visible.
The day she saw a cockroach scurrying across the floor, her
response was virtually involuntary. Consciously, she was pleading
with her body not to do it, but her body seemed to act with a mind of
it's own. She pounced and grabbed it, and immediately swallowed it.
Precisely seven days after her first bowl of rice and water, a
soldier brought her another. This time, she almost passed out from
exertion crawling over to them. While eating, she thought she heard
something.
"Pssst."
Corinne looked around, "is someone there?"
"Yeah," whispered a female voice, "I'm Diane, in the next cell.
Who are you?"
"I'm Corinne, they just fed me. But next week, I don't think I'm
going to have the strength to crawl over to my food!"
"Oh Corinne! Are you alone?"
"Yes."
"Look, here's what you have to do. You have to get a roommate.
My roommate is asleep right now, but we've managed to keep ourselves
alive and reasonably healthy."
"How? They give you more food?"
"No. They actually give you the same amount of food for the two
of us to share..."
"Then how am I better off with a roommate?"
"Listen! This is going to sound disgusting, but you have to
recycle your water."
"What? What do you mean?"
"You can't do it alone, but with two of you, you can drink from
each other..."
"No! You don't mean..."
"Yeah, that's what I mean. You have to if you don't want to die
of dehydration."
"But I can't do that!"
"You must if you want to live! Look, I know it's gross, it took
a lot of convincing to get MY roommate to do it with me. But it's
necessary if you want to survive. I know of many people who have
already died of dehydration. They take me out whenever they need
medical help. I know of several people with roommates who have both
died of dehydration because one or the other roommate refused to do
it."
"Well, this is purely academic because I don't have a roommate
and they're not going to give me one because I ask."
"They might. The woman in the next cell on the other side of me
asked for a roommate, and they gave her one -- a guy."
"They put a guy in with a woman?"
"She asked for a guy, and they gave her a guy. At least that
makes it, well... more palatable... depending on your
perspective... We had no choice, we're both women, and they didn't
let us change. We're not gay; we do it to survive. But you might
have a choice. Maybe you'd feel more comfortable doing it with
another woman than with a strange guy, but it's up to you. At least
ask or you're going to die!"
_PAUL_
Paul had been in his cell for nearly a week after his ordeal at
the construction site. They hadn't bothered him since then, and they
haven't even fed him. He was slowly starving to death, and his mouth
was so dry from thirst it was painful.
While lying there, a soldier opened his cell and dragged him out.
The soldier brought him into a brightly-lit room with a number of
other American men in it. They were all ordered to line up along the
wall with a bright light glaring at them all. He could see a couple
of people sitting on the dark far end of the room.
Several moments went by and nothing happened, he heard some
talking among those people at the other end of the room, and then the
soldiers began to lead the other men out of the room. When Paul
started to walk out too, one of the soldiers said to him in a thick
Chinese accent, "You stay!" _Oh no!_ Paul thought. _This is it!
The firing squad! Well, at least it's the end of this misery!_
Another soldier walked over to Paul and began to lead him over to
the other end of the room. Paul bucked and kicked at the soldier,
and started to run. But another soldier grabbed him and pressed a
small gadget against his chest. He thought he heard a woman scream
as his body was tortured by a painful tingling sensation just as he
fell to the ground.
The world blacked out. When he came to, he was groggy and
everything was blurry. Someone was holding his head. He looked up,
and there were several faces staring down at him but his eyes were so
teary and he was feeling so feverish that he couldn't make out any
details. Someone was talking in a soothing voice, but he couldn't
make out what.
After a moment, a name started to echo through his head.
_Corinne. Corinne? Oh, the pain! Corinne. Who's Corinne?
Corinne. Oh, I knew an Corinne from work. Oh, please make me be dead
and out of this misery! Corinne. Corinne. Yeah, she was nice. Too
bad she was married, I liked her. But why am I thinking of her now?_
Suddenly, he felt himself pulled up and propped up against the
wall again. Some people were talking. Someone was talking to him.
Someone slapped him. "Hey you!"
"Wha..." was all Paul could say.
"This woman, she want you for bedmate. No?"
_Wha? I must be completely out of it,_ thought Paul. "Yeah,
sure."
"Open eyes. Don't you want see body first?"
He tried to look, and he thought he could make out the shape of a
nude woman standing there facing him, but everything was still a
spinning blur. "Uh, huh," was all he could say.
Someone pushed him hard and he fell forward into something soft
and fell down on top of it. When he hit the ground, he heard a high
pitched scream right in his ear, and summarily passed out.
_CORINNE_
When the guard next appeared to give Corinne her weekly shower,
Corinne asked him if she could be given a roommate. The guard merely
grunted and left. But a few hours later, another soldier opened her
door and led down the hallway into a large interrogation room.
This was the most luxury she had in weeks -- to sit on a old
wooden bench on the dark end of a long decrepit room. Floodlights
lit the other end of the room glaring onto the far wall. Soldiers
escorted a small group of naked men into the room and ordered them to
line up against the wall.
"Which one?" barked the soldier standing next to her. Corinne
looked at them and gasped when she saw that Paul was among them. She
didn't recognize any of the others. "Him!"
"Which one?" the soldier barked again
"That one," she replied, pointing to Paul.
"This one?"
"No! The one next to him! Yes. Him!"
The soldiers then began to usher the other men out of the room.
She saw Paul start to follow, but one of the soldiers said to him,
"you stay!"
What happened next happened so suddenly. A soldier started
leading Paul toward her, but he kicked out at the soldier. The
soldier struck him with some kind of electric shocker sending him to
the floor in pain. Corinne screamed out at this, "No! Paul!"
"He okay," a soldier said to her.
The soldier who shocked him dragged him over to her and held him
up to face her. "Look him over. This the man you want bed with?"
"Yes," she answered, "that's he, er, him!"
The soldier then dumped him on the Bench next to her. It took
all her strength but she grabbed him to keep his limp body from
falling off the Bench onto the floor again. Then she laid him on his
back with his head in her lap. "Paul! Wake up Paul! It's me,
Corinne. From the office! Remember me? Corinne!"
Paul began to twitch his eyes and moan. His eyes were glazed
over and unfocused. He began to mutter, "Corinne..." in a barely
audible voice. "Corinne..."
"Yes, Paul, I'm right here."
"Corinne..."
"Yes, I'm Corinne. We'll be okay. We'll take care of each
other. Please wake up Paul."
"Corinne..."
"Enough!" shouted one of the soldiers. The soldier grabbed Paul
out of her arms stood him up again. Then another soldier grabbed her
and held her up, with her and Paul facing each other.
"Hey you!" shouted the soldier at Paul.
Paul just muttered, "Wha..."
"This woman, she want you for bedmate! No?"
Barely audible, Paul answered, "Yeah, sure."
"Open the eyes. Don you want see her body first!"
With that, Corinne suddenly became conscious of her own naked
body being firmly held and displayed facing Paul for his approval.
Paul just wobbled his head for a moment without really seeming to
notice her standing there in front of him, and replied, "Uh, huh."
The soldiers pushed them into each other and they both fell to
the floor with Paul landing on top of her. She let out a screech of
pain, and Paul seemed to pass out completely.
The soldier said, "you want him, you drag him." And then ushered
her out the door. Not knowing what to do, she grabbed Paul by his
ankles and dragged him out of the room. "Oh, I'm sorry to do this to
you Paul."
Led by the soldier, she dragged his limp body down the corridor
and back into her cell, where the soldier locked them in together.
_PAUL_
Paul woke again that night in his cell, but something was
strange. It was chilly, but there was warmth next to him. There was
also some warm heavy soft object draped over his body. A couple of
such objects, actually. He panicked at first, and fearfully reached
out to feel them. The feeling was strangely familiar. Warm. Fleshy.
Then it dawned on him that this was another person laying on the mat
snuggled next to him with his or her arms and legs draped over his
chest and hips.
Paul heard, "Oh, Paul, you're finally awake."
It was a woman's voice! "Uh, yeah, but -- where -- who..."
"Shhhh, we'll be okay now," she whispered in his ear.
Paul opened his eyes and looked into her eyes that were barely
inches away from his own. He stared into her eyes for a few moments,
"Corinne?"
She reached around and pulled him closer to her, "Yes, Paul.
We'll survive now, so I've been told."
"What do you mean?"
"That's not so easy to explain. The woman in the next cell told
me that we have to, uh, recycle our water"
Talking with his dry mouth was becoming painful, so he decided
not to bother with what she was talking about, "Oh, okay."
With that, they fell back to sleep still in each other's arms.
Paul was so hungry, thirsty, and totally sapped of strength, and yet
so happy to just find a friend that it didn't even occur to him to
make a pass to her despite the fact that they were both in each
other's arms naked.
A couple of days later, they received their next bowl of rice and
glass of water.
"What," Paul asked? "Don't we get two? One for each of us?"
"No, Paul, we have to share."
"Really? That's not fair, if they're making us share a cell,
they should give us separate portions."
"They didn't make us," she told him. "I asked for a roommate."
"Really? Well, I'm sure glad for whatever fortune caused them to
choose me for your roommate Corinne."
"They gave me a choice, Paul. I picked you. Remember?"
Paul didn't know what to say, so he just smiled back at her.
They ate their rice and drank their water together, carefully
splitting the portion in half.
"That'll relieve our hunger and thirst for a few moments," Paul
remarked.
They then just leaned back against the cool inner wall together,
their shoulders slightly brushing against each other's.
Some time later, Paul spoke up, "Uhm, if you'll excuse me
Corinne, I need to use the, er, pipe."
"Wait Paul! You know what we have to do, don't you?"
"No. But that's what I did in my other cell. I assume that's
what that pipe's for."
"That's not what I mean. Remember what I said?"
"No, uh, what did you say?"
"We have to recycle our water, Paul! That's why I asked them to
make you my roommate."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"You know!" she insisted.
"No! I don't know! But just a second, could you just turn
around and we'll continue this discussion in a minute?"
"No Paul! Stop!" she yelled.
Paul looked at Corinne with a puzzled expression on his face.
"What? What's wrong Corinne?"
"Look, Paul, uh, there's no nice way to say it. We have to drink
each other's piss."
Paul walked over to Corinne and put his arm around her.
"Corinne, I think this heat's getting to you. Why don't you lie down
on the mat for a while."
"Paul, I'm serious! The woman in the next cell told me that's
what everyone else does to keep from dying of dehydration!"
"What? You are serious! But no way am I drinking piss!"
"Yes, Paul, please! Otherwise we'll die of dehydration. They
only give us a cup of water a week. It's the only way to survive!"
Corinne knelt in front of Paul. "Please Paul, I'm so thirsty I
want to die. Please give me your water! Don't just piss it away!
Please!" She opened her mouth waiting for him.
"Well, I guess so, if you want to." As he approached her, his
cock started to get hard. He straddled her kneeling legs and slipped
his cock into her open mouth, and she closed her lips around it.
But when he tried to pee, he found his muscles were too tense and
he couldn't let it flow. His heart was pounding at the sexual
excitement of what he was doing. He closed his eyes and breathed
slowly trying to relax. After several minutes, he was able to block
out from his mind what was happening, and was able to let his pee
flow.
After he had finished, he opened his eyes and looked down at
Corinne. She looked back up at him, removed her mouth from his cock,
and swallowed what last must have remained in her mouth.
Paul sat next to her and took her hand. "Well, how was it?"
"Well Paul, the taste was putrid, but it did quench my thirst.
It's wonderful not to be thirsty right now! I'll get used to it."
"Yeah, but is it really going to help? I mean, I'm not going to
be able to piss again until they give us another cup of water."
"But Paul, we have to recycle in both directions. You know what
I mean?"
"I guess I know what you mean, but I don't know if I can do
it..."
"But you have to! We both have to! Otherwise there's no point
in doing it at all!"
"Well. Maybe. I am awful thirsty. Maybe I'll be able to do it.
I don't know. Anyway, it's so damn hot, I just want to lie down."
Some time later as they were laying on the mat next to each
other, Corinne spoke, "Paul, um, it's my turn now."
"Huh, what?"
"I have to, you know, pee. Are you..."
"I tell ya' Corinne, I'm so thirsty that I'll drink anything
right now." He sat up and knelt facing her.
Corinne then stood and stepped up to Paul's face. "Paul, you
have to bend your head back more, I pee straight down."
"Like this."
"Yeah, sort of like that, but lower, so I don't have to stand on
my tip toes."
Paul leaned back more while Corinne tried to straddle his face.
"Oww, wait, Corinne! Wait. It's not going to work this way! We
have to try another, uh, position. How about like this?" Paul laid
flat on his back. "Now you squat over me."
Corinne squatted over Paul's face facing the top of his head.
"Am I pointed over your mouth?"
"I don't know! How can I tell?"
Corinne lowered herself a bit more and Paul felt her pressing her
pussy against his mouth. As she did so, he felt her seam spread open
against his mouth and felt the moist inner flesh against his lips.
Corinne began to rub herself up and down Paul's face for a
moment. With that, Paul felt himself grow a near instant erection.
"Mmmmmpf," he tried to say. Looking up, Paul never saw a woman from
this perspective before. Her hairy crotch was just a bare fraction
of an inch in front of his eyes. Looking straight up along her body,
he saw the undersides of her boobs seemingly just inches away, with
her erect nipples pointed out and away. Through her cleavage, he saw
the underside of her chin, then into her nostrils, which looked
overly large from this angle.
She squirmed for several minutes before anything happened. Then
suddenly, while savoring the view, his mouth was flooded with hot,
rancid, and slightly salty tasting liquid.
She was filling his mouth quite fast and he had to gulp it down
to keep up with her. At least, she was right -- the taste of liquid
in his mouth was so refreshing that it overshadowed the squalid taste
the liquid had. She finally finished pissing, and lifted herself off
Paul's face, and sat down on the mat. Paul sat up next to her.
"Well, Paul. It wasn't so bad, was it?"
He smiled at her and said, "No, it wasn't so bad."
He was looking directly into her eyes that moment then studied
the rest of her face. _What a pretty woman!_ His caught himself
staring at her lips, and looked up. She had done the same thing. He
had also noticed that their legs and hands were brushing against each
other's, and their faces were drifting together. Then she backed
away, "Phew, your breath smells like piss!"
"Yours does too, Corinne."
Paul put his hand behind her head, pulled their mouths together,
pulled them both down on the mat laying on their sides facing each
other, and began a kiss which lasted for nearly an hour.
His erection was throbbing and ready to explode at the least
stimulus at this point. He cautiously began exploring her body with
his hands -- up and down her back, then ever to slowly up over her
shoulders and down between her cleavage, but not too far down. She
didn't seem to object, so he ever so gradually found her nipples,
which were rock hard. Exploring further, he came to her navel, then
down into her bush.
By this time, she was also rubbing his body with her hands -
working her way down his chest, tickling his nipples and then
tickling his navel.
She lifted her top leg, as though inviting his hand to go
further. He reached down and spread her cunt lips with his fingers
and began to lightly massage her pussy. He found the tiny lump that
was her clit and began to very gently stroke it. Moments later she
began to moan in pleasure.
At this point. He rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of
her. She put her hands on his shoulders pressing down. "Oh! Wait
Paul! Wait!"
"Don't you want me now, Corinne?"
"Oh yes, Paul! I want you to enter me! But we can't. You know.
I don't have any protection, and we just can't take a chance on
bringing a baby into this horrible place. They don't hardly feed us,
and I'd die along with it! Look, there's other things we can do. We
can do anything but that one thing. Okay?"
"Sure Corinne. But I'm ready to explode! Now!"
"Okay." And Corinne crawled around laying next to him 6-9
fashion. She took his cock into her mouth, while at the same time
draping her upper leg over his neck and pushing his face into her
crotch.
She began sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, and he
immediately exploded into her mouth. "Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh,"
then "ah, ah, ah, ah." Fully spent, she seemed to have swallowed
every drop of his cum.
Now he realized it was his turn to make her come. He began to
lick the full length of her pussy back and forth, and then began to
work on her clit. He gently licked her clit, licking it in various
directions and then drawing around it in little circles. When she
began to moan and quiver, he sucked on it, drawing it into his mouth
between his lips. As her body quivered more and more, he sucked
harder and harder, with as much strength as he could draw with his
lungs. Suddenly, her body began shaking feverishly as she moaned,
"Oh yes, Paul. I'm coming! I'm coming! Paul! Keep it up! Oh
Paul!"
After her quaking had subsided, and Paul had become drained of
energy, he let go of her clit. She lifted her leg from around his
neck, and reached down and pulled him around to face her.
"Oh, Paul! You're wonderful!"
"Thank you, Corinne. But I enjoy giving pleasure as much as
taking it! Really!"
"I can tell!"
Without answering, he intertwined his legs with hers. Then he
kissed her gently on the lips and stroked and cuddled her long into
the night until they fell to sleep in each other's arms.
_CORINNE_
One evening several weeks later after Paul had fallen asleep,
Corinne crawled over to the door and called out, not too loudly,
"Toby? Toby?"
"Yes? Is that you Corinne?"
"Yes, I don't hear much movement around this place as I used to
when we first came here. Do you know where everyone is?"
"Corinne, most everybody who was brought here has died of
dehydration within the first few weeks. We're the lucky ones, the
ones who have roommates who are willing to do what has to be done to
survive. But listen Corinne! Are you getting enough water?"
"Actually, no, we're both pissing less and less as the weeks go
by, and the pain from hunger is still so terrible!"
"I was afraid that it might not be enough. Corinne, you and Paul
have to go a step further, and recycle all your body wastes!"
"No! I can't do that!"
"I know it's not a pleasant thought. But it's the only way you
can keep enough water between the two of you. And it'll reduce your
hunger pains."
"C'mon, there can't be much nutritional value left in that!"
"Actually, Corinne, the human digestive process isn't very
efficient. There's still quite a bit of nutritional value left in
it. But there's more moisture. And it'll also reduce your hunger
pains. You've been recycling your water to keep you alive longer
than would have been possible otherwise, but you're still slowly
dehydrating."
"But I can't ask Paul to do that!"
"But doing that's the only chance you have of balancing your
water loss against what they give us. Listen, my roommate has
refused to do that with me. And there's not much I can say to change
her mind. So we're probably going to die in a few weeks anyway. But
you got Paul to agree to the one thing. If you can get him to see
the importance of the other, you might be able to survive."
"I don't know. I'll see."
Corinne crawled back to the mat, snuggled up to Paul and went to
sleep.
After their next meal, Corinne approached Paul. "Uh, Paul."
Out of habit, Paul immediately lay on his back and opened his
mouth.
Corinne sat next to Paul and looked down at him. "Paul. I was
talking to Toby again. She made me realize that we're still slowly
dehydrating. Each week, we have less piss to give each other..."
"Yes, I noticed that too. But what more can we do?"
"There is one more thing we can do."
Paul looked up at her for a moment before he seemed to realize
what she meant. "Corinne! No! I can't do that!"
"But we have to Paul. Look around, this place is empty. The
only people who are still alive are those of us who have done what we
have been doing. But it's not enough! You can feel it! I know I
can! We have to, Paul. We have to!"
Paul just lay there on his back looking up at her without
answering.
"I won't do it unless you say so, Paul."
Paul closed his eyes for a minute, then said, "Okay."
The urge had been growing inside her since she broached the
subject to Paul several minutes ago. Like their usual routine, she
sat upon his face. But this time, she positioned herself so that her
anus was over his mouth. Looking down, she had completely covered
his face and all that was showing between her legs was the hair on
his head.
She sucked in a breath, settled her weight on his face, and
relaxed her sphincter. Immediately, she felt a long log slide out
into his mouth. Just as immediately, she felt another pushing to get
out. She strained to hold it in for a moment to give him a chance to
swallow the first one. She held it in for a moment, then let the
second slide out. As soon as she did, he began bucking and thrashing
under her. Fortunately, that was all she had to do, so she got off
him. He immediately ran over to the pipe and began puking madly.
"Oh Paul, maybe this was a bad idea. I'm sorry."
A moment later, Paul sat up and looked over to Corinne, "It's
okay Corinne. You just filled my mouth faster than I could swallow.
If you can hold back between, um, you know, I think I can do it."
_PAUL_
That night, Paul had to take a crap, but remembering how horrible
it was, he quietly used the pipe without waking Corinne. He hoped
that Corinne would forget the idea.
However, the next morning as they both lay awake on the mat,
Corinne looked at Paul, "Paul, I have to pee."
Paul laid on his back on the mat as they had done so many times
already as Corinne squatted over his face and gave him her water.
However, this time, she moved back and sat on his chest giving him a
sheepish look, "Paul, I also have to, you know, ready to try again?"
Paul hid his dismay saying, "Sure Corinne, let's try again."
Like the day before, she sat on his face more forward that she
did when she peed. The mounds of her pussy pressed down against his
eyes. Feeling with his tongue, the dry leathery skin of her anus was
directly over his mouth. As he probed, the dimple of her anus
throbbed and puckered. Suddenly, just like the day before it opened
and a slimy mass of bitter tasting goop of the consistency of thick
pudding erupted from it, filling his mouth. This time, he was
prepared for the experience, and didn't let it make him gag as it
oozed down to the back of his mouth. He swallowed quickly and was
ready when the second emerged. The third caught him by surprise, but
he endured, as it wasn't as large as the first two.
Corinne then got off his face and looked down at him with a
worried look. "Paul! You okay?"
Paul couldn't answer. He swallowed her third turd, while
fighting the urge to vomit. He took a few slow breaths, and the urge
to vomit slowly vanished. "I guess I'll live."
Paul didn't have to do it again until after their next meal the
following week. If she wondered why he didn't seem to have to do it
that week, she didn't say anything to him about it. But during the
next week, he had to do it during the day and he couldn't spare her
as she insisted on being on the receiving end when he moved toward
the pipe.
As when they started sharing their water, this too became a
routine and accepted part of daily life.
One time, when the guard came to hose them down. Corinne acted
on a sudden impulse and rushed the guard and knocked him down.
"Corinne, what are you doing?" Paul said in a panic.
"C'mon, Paul," urged Corinne, "while the guard's out!"
They didn't get far, for as soon as they entered into the
corridor, several other guards were on them. Several more guards
appeared carrying various leather straps. The guards made Corinne
stand in front of Paul with her back to his chest. The guards then
strapped their right wrists tightly together, then their left wrists,
then their left ankles together, then their right ankles. The guards
then tied a strap to their left wrist strap pulling their left arms
around Corinne's waist, they pulled the strap around Paul's back and
back to the right wrist strap which was also pulled around Corinne's
waist, leaving them in a tight hugging position.
The guards then pulled them, awkwardly down the corridor like
this. "Oh Paul, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tried that!"
"Silence!" shouted the guards.
The guards led them down some stairs and out into the courtyard.
They were then led over to one wall of the courtyard where two sets
of ropes were hanging down from above. Looking up, the two sets of
ropes were hanging from two pulleys from two overhanging beams about
two feet apart. The guards untied Paul and Corinne from each other.
And then tied their wrists back together again, only facing each
other this time -- Paul's right wrist to Corinne's left wrist, and
visa versa, but leaving their ankles free. The guards then lifted
Paul and Corinne's arms into the air, and then they then tied one of
the ropes to their left wrist strap, and then a rope from the other
pulley to their right wrist strap.
The guards then grabbed onto the remaining rope ends and pulled.
Paul and Corinne were slowly lofted high into the air, hanging by
both their wrists, their bodies pressing against each other's.
The guards finally tied their rope ends to a turnbuckle at the
base of the wall, and left them hanging by their wrists 30 feet in
the air.
"Oh Paul, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have tried something so
stupid! Forgive me!"
"Of course I forgive you Corinne. I, er..."
"What Paul?"
"If this is it. If they're going to leave us hanging here to
die, Corinne, I want you to know that I, um, well, love you."
"Oh Paul. I. I don't know what to say."
She pressed her mouth to his and, hanging there by their wrists,
their lips met and they kissed continuously.
They were left hanging overnight and were brought back down the
next day. As the guard shoved them back into their cell, he told
them, "Next time you do stupid thing, you hang for week!"
They didn't try any more escape attempts after that, and their
life returned to its previous routine. Life went on much like this
for weeks, then months -- surviving physically by recycling their
body wastes and emotionally by making love.
_CORINNE_
Paul continued to tell her that he loved her. Despite their
erotic life together in the prison, she just couldn't bring herself
to betray her husband by telling Paul that she loved him in return,
though she often wanted to.
After living in this cell with Paul for nearly a year, their
feeding and hosing schedule had become second nature to Corinne.
That is why she was especially startled when, one morning, loud
pounding started coming from their door.
"Paul! Wake up!"
"Yeah Corinne. I'm awake! Someone's pounding on our door..."
The door suddenly split apart down the center as several soldiers
carrying rifles and axes burst into the room. Corinne and Paul
grabbed each other and screamed.
"Hey! It's okay," shouted one of the soldiers, "we're U.S.
Marines! You're outta here!"
Taking a closer look at them, it was true. These soldiers were
indeed U.S. Marines. Paul and Corinne were rushed out of the
building to a waiting helicopter where they were wrapped in blankets
and flown some distance to an aircraft carrier in the Indian Ocean.
America, it seems had defeated the Chinese invasion in the early
weeks after the invasion, but it had taken nearly a year to search
China and find all the Americans held hostage in their labor camps.
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