Soldiering On

“General? We caught this spy just outside camp.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant. Leave him here,” the general replied.

“Sir? It’s not a him.”

“Leave her! Leave us both at once!” he barked to his officer. The he looked up.

The general got up from studying the maps on the table and approached the bound woman. There was a burlap bag over her head, tied at the neck. Beneath that, she wore only knotted ropes. He laughed to himself over the way his boys had trussed her up like a birthday present. She was, by no means, slim. She looked well-fed, especially in the bust and hips.

Her tits, though not massive, had a lot of flesh to them. They bulged out between the tight cords quite nicely. Adorning each nipple was a simple yellow sucker they all called the snake-bite kit. He was tempted to remove them, just so he could apply them again, but decided to wait. Instead, he flicked them with his index finger and listened to her sharp intake of breath under the hood.

“Chmmmphhhxhhhhhh!!” she cried through what must have been a nice gag. The general pawed her flesh, pinching it here, slapping it there. His fingers slid under the tight rope that split her shaved lips, brushing over the excited clit. That elicited another spate of muffled words from the spy.

He spun her around to see how elaborately his men had tied her hands behind her back. They were well up between her shoulder blades. The rope that split her pussy was also tight up between her ass cheeks and hooked into her wrist-tie. It must have been a pleasure to watch her attempt to walk in such an exquisite crotch-tie. In fact, she might have experienced her own kind of pleasure while being marched to the general’s tent.

Maria Ramirez HAD been spying, that part was true. But her curiosity had been piqued by the physique of the men who occupied an encampment near her desert adobe. When the men had first arrived, she’d hidden herself in a cubbyhole in the cellar. Only after she was sure they’d departed, did she emerge from that spot. She decided to forgo a quick bath, though she knew she stunk terribly. She’d donned a simple t-shirt and shorts, and had begun to track the men, as her father and brothers had taught her.

She’d have gotten away with the spying too, if the general’s men hadn’t thought to have perimeter patrols. The man who’d snuck up on HER was a fine specimen of manhood, Maria knew. In fact, it was his manhood she was first introduced to; not his hand. Oh, the military man HAD threatened her with a backhand across the face. But that was only if she’d failed to comply with his request for a bit of her mouth. As she knelt on the hot afternoon sand, she let the man fuck her face with his long fleshy tool. She figured she’d suck him off and he’d let her go.

But it hadn’t happened quite that way. Since the man hadn’t returned from his patrols, one of his buddies had come around looking for him. He’d arrived just in time to see Maria take a shot of semen to the face. The new man had taken the time to bind her hands and breasts the way they were now. Then, he’d forced himself into her mouth. By the time she was deposited in the general’s tent, she’d been violated by five total cocks in all three of her holes. Just before they tied the sack over her head, they’d all splsahed her face with their sticky-white juices.

Now, she stood inside the general’s tent and listened to his breathing. His groping hands were a little softer than those of his men. But they were just as effective. Maria was quite close to climaxing from his touch. Especially when he tugged on the rope between her pussy lips. The general had yet to discover the large knot that rested well up inside her wet cunt, nudging the underside of her clit. That naughty knot had been the reason she was so close to coming right then, anyway. But those cruel little suckers on her nipples were the most exquisite torture yet. The pinched and sucked at the same time.

The scent of an aroused woman was enough to drive most of the men in camp a little crazy. The general was not immune to such a siren’s call either. When he untied the sack and pulled it off over her head, he gasped. She was a beauty!

Seeing her face with dried jizz on it, he laughed to think how his men might have abused her before bringing her in. In fact, one of the men had surrendered his neckerchief to gag her. He lifted her chin, tilting her face up to his.

“Spy, eh?” he asked rhetorically. Even if she COULD have answered, she would not have admitted it. This was, after all, war. How far from the border were they, she wondered. Or had the lines on the map changed already? “Nothing in the conventions about torturing spies,” he continued.

Maria’s eyes widened as she saw him reach up for the candle. She could have run. But she stood stock still. What would he do with that!? He tilted it a bit and they both watched as the first droplet of wax dripped from the side. It landed with a loud sizzling splat just above her left nipple. He quickly removed both of the snakebit kits.
“MMMMMMPPPHHH!!!” she cried into the gag. She should have run! Sure, she was bound. Sure, they’d bring her back. But she was riveted to the spot. Another droplet landed, this time scoring against her right nipple directly.

“EEEEEEEEE!!!” she screamed through the gag. But the general kept right on adding droplets of hot wax all over her bare flesh. She was whimpering in pain in no time at all.

Now, the general held one of her tits way out from her body. The candle wax found a willing target, over and over again. To Maria’s surprise, the pain was melting away. The next droplet that landed had caused her pussy to spasm. Another droplet caused that old familiar trickle. By the time her tit was covered in waxy drippings, she was coming from the sensation. Her knees buckled. That caused the crotch rope to rub against her distended clitoris. She came again. Unable to stand, she fell to her knees and then onto her side. She lay panting for a while before she noticed the general had removed his clothing.

Looking up at him in total submission, she pleaded through the gag to be fucked.

Unfortunately, the words came out garbled. Damn this gag!

But then the general’s hands were on her gag, removing it. Then he was removing the rest of her bindings. His fingers strayed in her wet cunt a little longer than she thought necessary. And just when she’d hoped he’d let them stay longer, they withdrew, along with the large knot in the rope. Oh, what a frustrating man he was!

“If you scream, you’ll only succeed in getting a sore throat,” he warned her. “Besides, if you’re ever going to confess, you’ll need to have nothing obstructing your mouth. Senorita, I’d like you to tell me everything, starting with who you’re spying for.”

Maria opened her mouth and then closed it. She wanted to be fucked! But she didn’t dare say that to him now. She decided to be defiant. See where he would take it. She hoped he would take her, forcefully, anyway. So she bit her lower lip in defiance.

“You wanted to say something with the gag on, but now, are reluctant, eh?” the general asked. “Let’s see how this changes your attitude.”

He picked up a feather and ran it along the back of her legs, tickling behind her knee and up between her thighs.

“He heheheheheheh,” she laughed, uncontrollably. “Hahahahahahahahaaaaa!” she guffawed now. She put her hands out to stop him, but he held them both in one of his own large hands. She shivered and shook all over as he increased his tickling.

With all her laughing, she was SURE one of the general’s men would get curious. But none did. They were too well-disciplined to interrupt the general’s interrogation. Even though he’d stopped tickling her several minutes ago, she was still giggling.

Just as she thought it was over, he started in again. While Maria laughed her ass off, the general tied her wrists together behind her back. She was powerless to resist him. The feather was soon replaced by the general’s own fingers. And the tickling moved from the ribs and knees to more sensitive spots. Like the tits and pussy.

Yes, the general knew all about those spots too. His thick thumb slipped up inside her wet lips as if it belonged there. His other hand tickled her nipples with a very light touch that surprised Maria. Her mouth was dry but her lips were tingling. She was so very close to orgasming that she couldn’t believe it. Did she dare beg him to fuck her now? She wanted it. She did.

But she held off.

“Let’s see what other tricks you have up your...sleeve,” the general snickered. Then he used his thumb like a miniature cock and thrust it in and out of the spy’s cunt until she came.

While still thumb-fucking the spy, the general suggested, “I’ll give you a yes/no question. All you have to answer is either Yes or No. Does my thumb feel nice?”

“Fuck you!” she said defiantly.

“Hmmm, neither Yes, nor No. Interesting. Let’s try another. Do you prefer the feather to my fingers?” the general asked.

“F-f-fuck you?” she answered, unsure of herself this time.

“Ever had your ass reamed by an entire regiment of horny soldiers?” the general’s thumb was now twisting and turning inside her juicy cunt.

“NO!” Although the thought of getting her ass reamed by the general DID turn her on.

“That’s No Sir, got it?”

“NO, SIR!” she replied quickly.

“Then I would suggest you start answering my questions correctly, instead of asking me to fuck you, spy! You’ll get fucked, worry not, my slave. But the slut that answers my questions correctly gets used less by the general’s crew and more by the general. Do you understand, my slave slut?” he demanded.

“Yes, Sir!”

“Good. Troop deployment. Where are my enemy encamped, my dear?” the general asked, spreading out the map.

But as Maria peered at the general’s map, she realized she had no idea how to read it.

“Ummm, what’s THIS?” she asked, pointing to the closest town.

It took some time...and a lot of minor discipline, to get Maria to open up about troop movement and placement. But by dawn, she’d given the general everything he needed to know. But the general knew he couldn’t turn her loose. Not yet. She still had valuable information to give. Perhaps not to him, but to someone she could trust.

He bound her elbows together and wound the extra length around the heaviest item in his tent: the war chest. In it were various knives and swords. But Maria would be unable to reach any of them, as she knelt directly in front of the chest. With her arms bound in such a cruel way, her bare breasts were pushed forward violently, as if begging someone to touch them. The gag had been replaced, as well as the burlap bag. The general strode out of his tent and left explicit orders to have only the major periodically visit the spy over the next twelve hours.

The first time the major visited, Maria’s knees were sore from kneeling on the sandy floor of the tent. The major simply lifted the spy directly off her knees and placed her crimson ass on the ground. Then her legs had been bound apart, tied to the two pegs holding the canvas up, overhead. With a hearty laugh, the major dumped a bucket of cold water over Maria’s head. The bucket dropped against her leg and rolled away.

Although the burlap bag was musty and dirty, Maria sucked its cloth, to get as much of the savory liquid into her mouth as possible. She discovered she was VERY thirsty indeed. Her elbows were quite sore at first. But now, she couldn’t feel them at all. Unless she moved.

The last time she’d moved though! Maria had twitched one finger. That had awakened both arms at once, making her grunt in pain.

The next time Maria was visited, her bag was removed. She was grateful to discover an attractive woman standing there with a mischievous look on her face. Her index finger was pressed against her own lips in the “be quiet” sign. Maria nodded and winced as the taller woman quickly untied the poor girl’s elbows.

After she’d removed Maria’s gag, she said, “I’m your guardian angel. But we haven’t much time.”

Maria was spun around to face her tall savior. The woman bent her head down and placed her lips against Maria’s! Then, without wondering why she was doing it,

Maria parted her lips to let this woman’s tongue inside her mouth... Oh, she melted instantly into the stronger woman’s arms.

As their tongues entwined, Maria had two thoughts simultaneously. What if they were caught? How much time did they have? For although the first question was foremost in her mind, Maria suddenly knew she wanted to spend some quality time with her guardian angel. Indeed, she started referring to the woman as Angel, in her thoughts.

Angel’s tongue was thrusting into the deeper recesses of Maria’s mouth. Her hands, which had been roaming over Maria’s flesh, now gripped both her ass cheeks firmly. And lifted! Maria flinched at the pain, but then melted even more deeply into Angel’s kiss. She looked into Angel’s eyes and saw them smoldering with desire. So Maria wrapped her legs around Angel’s torso and kissed back!

“We haven’t much time,” Angel repeated in Maria’s ear, once they’d broken the kiss.

“You can get me out of here?” Maria whispered back, excitedly.

“No. Not yet. I’m working on a plan. I’m the cook’s assistant. I’ll bring you extra tidbits of food. But for now, you have to trust me!” the major said.

Maria was just about to ask Why Not? when her world came crashing down around her. “Major!” yelled a deep voice from the far side of the tent.

Maria figured she and her guardian angel were in for it now. Whoever she’d said she was, she hadn’t really succeeded in rescuing poor Maria. For a fleeting few moments, the spy had thought of making a successful escape.

Out of the corner of her eye, Maria saw the general stride into the tent, straight at them. She was still wrapped tightly around Angel’s waist. She made an effort to unwrap herself, but the woman held on tighter.

“Don’t move,” she whispered in Maria’s ear.

The general disappeared from her view, but she felt his hands on her hips. Then his fingers probed her pussy and found it soaking wet! His next move surprised her though.

As his cock head pressed between her moist lips, he spoke directly into her ear.

“Obviously, you’ve more to confess, spy,” he said as his mushroom head pushed its way in past her folds. Then over her shoulder to the other woman he added, “Cook’s assistant! I guess the cook isn’t doing his job after all. I may have to demote you to shoe polisher. Get the fuck outta my sight!”

Angel moved quickly away, eyes on the floor, ashamed. But once outside the tent, she smiled. She’d done a pretty good job of breaking in the new girl. Well, actually, the general’s cock was breaking her in. She made her way back to the kitchen and dutifully sucked the cook’s cock when she arrived. He twisted her hair in his fingers and moaned.

“Did you get to fuck the new bitch slave?” he asked, watching her succulent lips distend around his wide shaft.

“MmHmmm!” Suellen moaned in response. For that was her real name; not Angel.

“Lucky girl,” he said.

Suellen wasn’t sure to which girl he was referring; her or the new arrival. Oh well, it didn’t matter. Both were lucky, even if the new girl didn’t realize it yet. The buxom girl looked up at her current owner and that’s all it took. He squirted a heavy salty load down her throat and then wiped himself off on her cheek.

“Go find Doc and ask him for some SK-90. Tell him we’ll need five doses. Go on!” the cook said, urging her with a swat to the backside.

Suellen knew what that was. All too well, she’d found out in her first week at this camp. Some kind of sedative mixed with an aphrodisiac. Once that drug had hit her bloodstream, she wanted nothing more than to suck every cock she could find. And with a camp of over two hundred virile young men, she was sure she’d find a few.

Little did she know that the general had slipped this drug into her food. And the best thing about it, in retrospect, was it generated no hangover the next day.

As Suellen pushed the tent flap aside and entered the Doctor’s quarters, she realized she was intruding on something private. The handsome doctor was sitting on his examining stool, right hand poised above a pair of already-reddened buttocks. Suellen peeked at the girl’s face, but didn’t recognize the bright red hair.

The lucky doctor was in the process of spanking the woman’s upturned ass.

“Twenty-five! Ow!” the girl had cried out, just as Suellen had entered. The doctor looked up and dropped his hand at the same time.

“Twenty-six!”

He grasped her sore cheeks and squeezed them. Looking directly into Suellen’s eyes, he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.

“Cook asked me to get five doses of SK-90, Sir!” Suellen replied. As the doctor nodded, his hand raised and fell on what looked like a whiter area.

“Twenty-seven!!”

Whoever she was, she knew English well. There was a slight accent to the words she spoke, but not much. The woman had long black hair that completely covered her face.

The doctor tilted his head in the other direction and winked at Suellen. She knew what THAT meant.

Her fingers gripped the top button of her blouse and loosened it. She proceeded on down to the hem and pulled the shirt off. Her breasts were magnificent! The doctor slapped his ‘assistant’ over and over again, not even listening to her counting. His eyes were riveted to Suellen’s rosy-red areolae. They were HUGE! His cock pressed even harder into his assistant’s stomach. She could feel it, sure she could!

Doc tilted his head back and looked directly above Suellen’s head.

As her eyes shifted upward, she saw what he was indicating and shuddered. Reluctantly, she reached up and pulled on one pair of forceps dangling from a long string. She had watched him open and close them so many times, she could’ve done it with her eyes closed. But she had to see, this time! The scissor-like device opened and she quickly applied its rubberized ends to either side of her right nipple.

Then she closed it tightly, all the way to the inside grip.

“Haaaaaaa,” she gasped at the sudden pain. Without hesitating, she grabbed the other pair and quickly applied it to her left nipple. Now she had to stand on her toes if she didn’t want her nipples pulled up too high. They were already making her tits stand up tall. She had no choice but to stand erect and still. Her arms weren’t bound, but they didn’t need to be. She knew her place was under the heels of her Masters. It didn’t matter that she had attained the rank of major. Not in THIS general’s camp.

The doctor looked up again and her eyes followed his. The strings attached to the clamps ran through a pulley and were tied to the far pole. Suellen licked her lips, realizing she was now bound to do the doctor’s bidding, until he released her. So she had to sit there and watch the other woman get spanked.

“Forty-seven? SIR?” she cried as his hand fell again. “OH!”

Suellen knew what THAT meant. She’d experienced at least a dozen orgasms over the doctor’s knees. Finally satisfied, the doctor pushed the woman off his lap. She landed with a thud on the sandy floor of his tent. Then she knelt and unzipped his fly, pulling out his massive tool. It was longer than cook’s, but had a slight upturn twist to it. It wasn’t as wide, but its head was!

The doctor grabbed handfuls of black hair and literally fucked his assistant’s mouth. When he came, he pulled out, shooting gobs of stuff all over her eyes, nose and lips. All the while, Suellen watched the woman’s red ass bob up and down. She obviously enjoyed being Doc’s assistant. Suellen wondered what infraction she’d incurred to have warranted the spanking. Once she’d put his softened pecker back into his pants, she turned to face Suellen.

“Fister?” she asked, finally recognizing the native woman. Her full name was Fists Of Butter, but everyone called her Fister. Her hands and wrists were quite slim and had so far proven to be able to reach into every pussy in camp, up to her forearm! Suellen’s pussy squirted a little pre-cum.

“Use the nettles,” the doctor urged his assistant.

Suellen’s eyebrows raised in question. She’d never heard that term before. Trust the good doctor to have his own terminology! Curses!! Her eyes watched Fister walk to a side table. But it was too far in her periphery to see exactly what was extracted from the drawer.

“Spread your legs a bit,” Fister whispered from behind Suellen’s taut body.
Spread? She was already on tiptoes! But she did as best as she could, feeling Fister’s left hand spreading her lips. The middle finger slipped in. Then out. Then in.
Suellen’s legs wobbled. She was on the verge of coming. Both women knew it too.
Suddenly, Fister’s hand was gone. Suellen tried to find the woman, but she’d disappeared from view. A moment later, she felt a soft breath spread across her moist lips. She was down there! Blowing on Suellen’s pussy!! But then a new sensation struck.

“Ow!?” she cried at the touch.

Fister giggled and stuck her finger back inside the woman’s shaved twat.

“OH!” she replied. Then that nasty scratching feeling came back. “Ow!” The finger wiggled. OH! The scratchy thing. OW! And so it went, through several repetitions. So many in fact, Suellen lost count. She was anticipating the climax that would soon follow.
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Meanwhile, the general was interrogating Maria again. Only this time, she was quite unable to answer, due to the heavy gag between her lips. She was bent over at the waist, grabbing her ankles. Then she’d been tied that way and leaned against one of the posts, to keep her balance. The general held a riding crop in his right hand. From the looks of Maria’s cheeks, he’d already struck her with it over a dozen times.

Her heavy tits hung down in her face. It was quite warm in the tent. She was sweating from every pore and knew she stunk. The general would ask a question and she’d have to grunt twice for yes, once for no. No matter what her answer was, he’d leave another mark on her sore backside. She’d already forgotten some of her answers.

Oh, and she had come twice during the interrogation. In fact, she was prolonging a third climax, for as long as she could. She knew it would be intense. She longed for the general’s hard cock inside her. But she had no way of communicating that to him.

Finally, after an eternity, Maria heard the general’s zipper. His fingers dug into her bruised flesh as he spread her cheeks wide. His cock dipped into her pussy in two long strokes. Then it moved up! But Maria could do nothing to discourage him.

“Gaaahhhhhhhh,” she screamed into the gag, as his thick head split her ass in two.

He was too big! It burned! But he kept on thrusting in. And when he was all the way in and his pubic hair was scratching her striped cheeks, he twitched his head. And it grew inside her! Grew bigger still!! Maria couldn’t wait any longer. She let go of her most intense orgasm yet. She screamed into the gag again.

Just as her pussy spasmed, she relaxed her anus and the man’s cock slipped in another inch. Maria was glad the general was holding her hips, or else she’d have fallen to the ground. As it was, she could only hang on to his erection with her ass. If he pulled all the way out, she was done for! The pole didn’t give her any leverage. So she couldn’t push back against him. The way he’d trussed her up, she was merely a rag doll in his grip.

She was sweating so much, she felt sweat inside her ass, coating the general’s staff. She could sense his urgency now. She wanted to feel his hot offering splash her walls back there. Maria concentrated on the motion and the pleasure and let the general do all the rest. There was a good five minutes there, when she thought maybe he would NOT squirt inside her. But that feeling suddenly changed.

The general tensed, squeezed harder on Maria’s hips, and stopped thrusting.
Maria could feel it. The first squirt landed deep in her bowels, setting off her fourth climax. The second through fifteenth (or so) man-seed blasts were just as intense and body-numbing. Maria breathed. And came. And stayed in that cycle for a very long time. Somewhere during all that, she determined to tell the general anything he wanted to know, for the rest of her life. She’d go out and spy for HIM. Anything at all. This pleasure was enough to guarantee her loyalty. But if he promised he’d repeat the interrogation scene, she’d gladly live as his love slave forever.

Maria was still panting and sweating. Her lover was only now removing his flaccid cock from her ass. He bent to untie her wrists from her ankles. Then he helped her straighten up again. Maria swooned into his arms. The general quickly bound Maria’s wrists into the spot between her shoulder blades. He reapplied the snakebite kits to her nipples and pulled the burlap bag over her head. He added two weighted clamps to her bare pussy lips, making her stand with her legs parted, to accommodate them. The weights were merely two ounces each.

She stood in one corner of the tent, facing out. The general could see her at all times. But his visitors could only catch a glimpse of her on their way out. The rest of the afternoon, the general sent runners out with messages to his commanding field officers.

At precisely four o’clock, he strode out of the tent, leaving Maria to her own thoughts. The man strode around camp, nodding to his men and complimenting a few, boosting morale. Once out of sight, he quickly donned the cloak his father had given him on his eighteenth birthday. It was the reason for his meteoric rise to General. He knew that. But so far, nobody else knew. And he intended to keep it that way.

At first, the cloak had merely enhanced the young boy’s appearance. But after many years, it became the best camouflage suit ever: he was completely invisible beneath it and any sounds he made would not penetrate the material, thus rendering him silent as well. Now, as he strode through camp, he could really hear what his soldiers were saying about him, unedited.

Suellen’s pussy was still getting the full nettle treatment. Fister had finally shown her friend the branch of weeds she was using. The nettles stung like crazy, especially when rubbed against bare flesh. Or flesh that was recently excited by something wet? Fister even showed Suellen how much her tits would love the feeling.

Despite the tortuous pain, Suellen couldn’t help but come on Fister’s experienced fingers. All the while, Doc watched his assistant work her magic. There was nothing better than a woman, to torture another woman. When it came to sex, that rule was reinforced tenfold. He could see the desire in the major’s face as Fister confirmed her name was genuine. Long before they ended their little session, he’d amassed the five doses of SK-90 she’d requested. He included a note in the bag, reminding the cook to invite his friendly doctor to the proceedings.

“Enough!” he called, as the party was winding down. “Put the nettles away and help your superior officer get to the mess hall.”

“Yes, Sir!” Fister replied.

She helped Suellen into a simple piece of cloth that was the main ‘uniform’ of the women in camp. It didn’t matter that Suellen’s simulated rank was Major. That only meant she was higher up than all the other slaves. For slaves they were; even if they hadn’t signed on as such. They were all considered sluts and slaves and property. Sure, Suellen could’ve been luckier and hooked up with a captain. But the cook fed her and disciplined her and pleasured her. Not necessarily in that order.
Fister escorted Suellen back to the mess hall and was forced to oblige the cook before she was allowed to return to Doc. Fortunately, all Fister had to do was suck the man’s cock. She was dismissed not long after getting him hard. She looked over her shoulder at Suellen, who just shrugged and turned to smile at her Master, the cook. Fister high-tailed it back to Doc, not wanting to see any more.

Anyway, Doc had promised to pierce something of hers today. She hoped she’d get to decide what, or where.


The cook stuffed his spent cock back into his pants and opened the bag Suellen had brought back from the doctor. He pocketed the five doses and read the note with a laugh. Of course he’d invite the doc! And that petite bitch he has for an assitant too! If there was one thing the cook didn’t like, it was skinny wenches. He liked meat on their bones. She looked like a boy. Except for the lack of equipment between her legs, she could’ve passed as a boy! But he’d heard all about how she could fist the women. Biggest cock they’d ever felt, they had all swooned. Big fucking deal, the cook thought.

He wrote a note to the doctor and tucked it into Suellen’s bra, after she’d gotten properly dressed again. He dismissed her for the rest of the day and told her to deliver that message to the doctor in the morning. Not before.

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The women had their own tent, thankfully pitched far away from the men’s tents. But they were still within the patrols of the camp, so they were safe as could be. It had that lived-in look, with a woman’s touch thrown in. In fact, the best they’d come up with yet was a nettle twig. True, it was now being used as a torturer’s helper.

But it was the only thing they’d found that was alive or green enough to withstand a warcamp. Two mirrors were tied to the only tent pole, directly in the middle of the circular tent. Six beds were laid out in a precise pattern... and kept in complete disarray at all times, in defiance to their captors / Masters.

The general arrived at the same time Suellen did. Only, SHE thought she was alone. Her body looked magnificent to him. A bit sweaty, heavily scented with sexual overtones, probably horny as hell too, his cock sprung to life in his pants. He ignored it. He watched her enter and close the flap. But the general was content to wait. Another of them would be along soon, he knew.

Suellen walked into the Pit, as they called it behind the men’s backs. Each woman had a similar story of being branded a “spy” and then being forced to do her captor’s chores and service him in any way. In the beginning, there was only the general for a senior officer. Below him were twenty captains and forty lieutenants, plus the countless footsoldiers. So, when Charlie the cook had captured Suellen and claimed her for his own (which the general approved), he gave her a rank of Major. That way, the men would all have to respect her. Well, all but the cook and the general.

She found the new girl, Maria, bound to what the general called the “chastity device”. It had been fashioned out of various lengths of bamboo. The longest piece was nestled behind her back, atop her shoulder blades. Then her wrists and elbows were bound to it, which pushed her upper body out in front of her. Her light-brown skin was glistening with a mixture of fluids. Leading down the middle of her back was another piece of bamboo. It was nestled between her two cheeks and curved like a hook at the bottom end. The hook nicely fit into the slave’s anus. A large-girth, four-inch-long bamboo pipe was then inserted in her pussy. From it dangled two strands of rope, which were bound to the clover clamp that held her clit.

Fister was there, with another girl, Layla. The doctor’s assistant was licking one of Maria’s tits. Layla had been doing the same. But when Suellen arrived, she lifted her head and smiled at the brunette.

“Who’s this? The infamous Maria?” she asked.

Maria nodded. Her face was a mask of ecstacy. Layla WAS good at licking a nipple. Suellen could attest to that. She smirked and walked past the trio to her bunk. She was very tired from her ordeals today, but she was always willing to join in a lez orgy. She’d find a spot neither girl was currently touching and make it her own. As Suellen shrugged out of her sparse clothing, she listened to the three women cooing.

“You like THAT?”

“I’ve got more over here!”

“Don’t EVER stop!”

Suellen knelt behind the new girl’s ass. Her cheeks still looked bruised in a few areas. She concentrated her kissing there. Then she reached her hand up between Maria’s legs and fingertip met clit. There was enough flesh sticking out the top of the cruel clamp. Enough to bring Maria’s next orgasm to life. Her hips gyrated as she struggled to remain standing. Her three new friends held her up as best as they could.

(to be continued...)