Message-ID: <23030asstr$952038603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000302203227.74200.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Frenchy the Third" Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Fuad's Hareem {Frenchy the Third}(M+F+, Oral, Anal, NC, Tort,..) Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2000 18:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, english ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com <1st attachment, "fhareem.txt" begin> {ASS} Fuad's Hareem {Frenchy the Third}(M+F+, Oral, Anal, NC, Tort,..) Fuad's Hareem By Frenchy the Third (FRENCHYIII@HOTMAIL.COM) This is the usual disclaimer. If you are not of legal age to read this, whereever you are, then don't! If you object to graphic descriptions of violence or sexual (or both) activities, then don't read this. The author claims copyright on this document. It may be posted in other groups or copied for inclusion in archives, etc., but may not be used for commercial purposes in any way! If you do repost this or copy it off somewhere, please keep this notice of copyright attached. Fair Warning: If you have a weak stomach and really don't want to read the torture and snuff stuff, just skip Chapter Two. The rest of the story has much less graphic violence, after that. I apologize to the A.S.S newsgroup that this should have been a much longer story, but I ran out of willingness to keep going "back into the bunker" to finish it. It was some sort of a mental escape from what had become a rather depressing story, in some parts at least. I got the general idea of the story from the 'FEMALE POW' stories that the group enjoyed a while back and when I got the idea to move a sadistic pervert from the Balkans to a bunker in the Mid-East, I had to try writing it. I guess the real Republican Guard bunkers are nothing to write home about, but I figured "why not guess what they could be like if all that oil money was spent on creating a really fancy secret bunker?" I wish one of the better writers our group has been lucky to be blessed with (Hawaiian Heat, Mr. Double, Master Chris, or any of several other folks of that caliber) had an urge to take this idea and run with it. But here's the best I could do. ***********************************************************************. Prelude: I watched as the General fucked poor Charlotte's ass even harder and deeper. He had been at her for almost twenty minutes, this time. She brought him to orgasm the first time this evening with her mouth, so that might account for his staying power on this go round. Charlotte looked like she wasn't having anywhere near as much fun as he was. A few minutes ago I thought she was really into it, squeezing her nipples and playing with herself. Now it was all she could do just to kneel with her head on the cushions and hang on. Her former panting and moaning was now just a sort of continuous whine. For myself, I was rather enjoying watching her lovely breasts being tossed back and forth by the violence of his thrusts. Eventually, the General pushed himself deeply into her and pulled them both over backwards. Charlotte let out a little "Yipe!" as she landed hard on top of him. This wasn't the first time the General had cornholed her (nor the hundred-and-first) and she knew what was expected of her. The move to this position was the signal to her that he was close to orgasm. She squatted astride him, facing his feet. She must not be on her knees, but on her feet, leaning well forward so he could enjoy the sight of his penis shuttling in and out of the depths of her rectum. It particularly pleased him to lie back and take his pleasure, while she must pound her buttocks onto his hips, until he erupted within her. Then she must move very slowly, never stopping until he gave permission. She must tighten her muscles to see that his penis, which would shrink after ejaculation, did not leave her body until she was told it could. The General was never done until he said he was done. Eventually, with a sigh of satisfaction, the General gave her permission to disengage and she collapsed beside his legs. She quickly slid a towel between her legs to avoid soiling the cushions with anything that might slide from her "generally" dilated anus. Then she could relax and simply breath. She wasn't allowed a long respite. The General caressed her hair, tucking a lock of it behind one ear. "That was well done, Kim. You may wash me now." he said. I had picked up quite a bit of Farsi in the past years, so I had no trouble understanding him. Sometimes he would speak with her in English, if she had done a particularly good job at something. She dragged herself away from the cushions and padded over to the little bathroom off of his bedroom. She returned with a bowl of warm scented water and, squatting over her towel, began to lave his privates. I thought to myself: 'Things have changed! Three years ago she would have been expected to clean him off with her tongue. The basic relationship is the same, but it has certainly evolved over time.' I turned up the microphone nearest them to catch her words. "Please, my General, I'm Charlotte now. Please call me Charlotte?" He answered: "Yes, of course, you want to change your name. I will never understand why you feel you must do that." I was always amazed to hear her speak Farsi. Her English was spoken with a heavy back-hills South Carolina accent, normally. There was no hint of it now. Then again, I could personally vouch for the fact that the General had some very nasty ways of motivating a person to learn to speak Farsi both quickly and correctly. She finished the washing task gently and carefully, then put the cloth into the bowl and moved them where they could not spill. She licked his knee and looked up into his eyes. "I'm not the same woman I used to be, my General", she said. "You have made me someone completely new and I have chosen a new name to show it. Have not my department's changes pleased you?" His reply came quickly: "Yes, you have done well. We have a completely new form of compensation and motivation for my officers, at a very low cost. The women are carried as soldiers on our payroll and the pay the government sends me for them more than covers the cost of their keeping. A small profit to be sure, but better in my pocket than someone else's." She licked her way up the inside of one thigh. "But the men are much happier with the women's attitudes now are they not and don't they appreciate the new decor and clothing we have introduced?" He took hold of her head with what looked like a painful grip on her hair. "Whore's are not permitted 'attitude.' Do not forget again." He released her and she resumed her licking, now moving from his thigh to his scrotum. "But surely" she asked, again: "they like the new rooms more than the old way." His eyes closed and he gave a small moan of pleasure, as she gently sucked part of his scrotum into her mouth. His response to her question was somewhat delayed At last, he said: "Perhaps. Some of them do not care, so long as there is a warm hole in which to sheath themselves. But, you are right, many of them now enjoy the little vacation from their more efficient military surroundings. The television programs we permit them show the degenerate decadence of your society and have aroused appetites for these new experiences you offer." I thought to myself. 'Yeah, it sure has. In fact that damn de- scrambler I made for you has been pretty busy decoding the pay per view porn channels, for your eyes only, General. Your officers don't get to watch that for sure. Still, they do seem to enjoy Baywatch.' The General continued: "When we win the war, I shall own a grand whorehouse outside of Las Vegas. I will permit you to run it for me. All that American women are good for is to be whores. We will stock it with the most beautiful survivors. The time of our victory is almost at hand. My two projects which will win this war are almost complete. When I bring our country this victory, there will be a small change in leadership for this country. The people cannot be proud of that coward who hid in his bunker with his women, while the Americans were allowed to run rampant through our country." The thoughts came to me: 'Yeah, right! He hid in his bunker with his women and fifty Republican Guards, while you were hiding in this one with your whores and ten thousand Republican Guards. That will certainly give the common man a wide variety to choose from. Of course they don't know about your women, but...' I picked up the General's voice again: "I am actually of royal descent, did I tell you?" Without waiting for her reply, he went on to detail for her, (again, not for the first time) exactly how his family was related to the current leadership. Charlotte continued to lick and nuzzle him with every evidence of listening to his self centered ramblings. I translated his point conceptually: 'This little country isn't all that damn big and everybody in it has been screwing everybody else in it for the last several thousand years. If you look far enough back, damn near everybody is related to everyone else, somehow or other.' His remarks were more detailed, but I think I've got the essence of them. The General was feeling more expansive as he continued: "Those damnable Chinese are going to complete their project soon. Together with a few brave souls who are willing to give their lives for victory, we will destroy the major centers of your country's commerce and government. Then Dr. Arkan's project will sweep the country and decimate your degenerate population. We will march in with our allies and be welcomed with open arms when we offer the life saving vaccines in return for your country's surrender. Our people will know who has brought them this victory and I will take my rightful place. I shall rule as a supreme dictator. The rest of the world will soon flock to our banner or follow your country's example. It is only a matter of time. I will build that whorehouse and you may run it for me. You can start with these new women I have bought for you. They will give you good practice in turning beautiful American women into trained whores. Yes, the house will have many women..." The General's grip on Charlotte's hair tightened again and he, none too gently, pulled her mouth to his newly restored erection. Obediently, her lips wrapped around him and her head began to bob up and down. The General made sure her eyes were open and focussed on his face as she serviced him. Eventually his attention wandered to his desk. A small stack of headless female shapes, with various time increments written on their bellies, lay in the middle. An even bigger smile came to his lips as he said: "I shall have to have many more of these chits made for your department's services. They are real gold leaf, did you know that? They have become almost another form of currency. When you finish I will have to place them in the safe. It is amazing how much some men will do just to have a woman to fuck." Oh yeah! Our dear General was definitely full of himself tonight. Then again he was living what most men would only dream of and there was even a small chance that he could pull off at least part of those two projects. Being American myself, I was hoping to keep that from happening, but I could easily calculate approximately ten thousand to one odds against my success. Charlotte's head rose and fell with metronome-like regularity. Her hand began to stroke over a shorter and shorter length of his penis, as she began to take more and more of him into her throat. Well, it looked like I was going to be watching this room for a while longer. Personally I would rather watch Tiffany Minx on one of those de-scrambled pay per view's, but I really wanted that combination to the General's safe. I had been trying to find a combination of lipstick cameras that would let me get a look at the dial when he opened it. It would probably cost me my life and that very slowly and painfully, if he ever found out, but I needed that combination. I didn't get it that night. As always, my next chance would be during the weekly "report" from Charlotte's department. On the other hand, the General was truly unaware that he was being watched, so I would probably live another week. Probably that is, but there were no guarantees for my life. Oh! Who am I and how did I get into a position to watch this intimate moment as the General "interfaced with his staff?" Well, of course I have a name. It doesn't mean shit to you! So, call me: "Camera Guy". (I bet you thought I was going to say "Ishmael". Sorry, this story should be almost as long, but it's nowhere near as well written). "Camera Guy" was my title as a part of the General's strictly unofficial auxiliaries. The position came with plenty of challenges, lots of responsibilities, no wages, even less authority, a few benefits like getting to watch this little scene, and absolutely no retirement plan. When I met the general I was working for a very hungry security system company, selling technology that was old in the USA, but still "Gee! Whiz! Bang!" in the third world. I was supposed to be peddling the stuff in Kuwait. One night I went to bed in my hotel room after sharing a couple of bottles of wine and a bed with a very willing lady. That's a rare opportunity in an Islamic country I might add. The next morning I woke up in this bunker with a pounding headache, all my stuff piled in a corner and the General making me an offer I couldn't resist. He explained I could either become a permanent part of his staff or "volunteer" to become of one of his resident sicko's more imaginative anatomical "studies." I didn't have to think about it too long. I quickly assured the General that I would love to work for him. Unfortunately, there was a good reason why nobody was upset, when I sort of dropped off the face of the earth. Let me go a little further back in my rather boring life story. I wouldn't have been working for that security system company if I hadn't been fired from a little southern university campus, that I'm sure would prefer not to be identified. I used to oversee all of their computer and phone systems. Along with a few student interns who made Monica Lewinsky look like Mother Theresa, I had a nice little kickback scheme going: selling long distance phone time to lonesome students and billing it to the various research departments. Hell, their deans never looked at the phone bills and most of the bills were being paid for by the government, as part of their research costs anyway, so it wasn't costing the school anything. My "only true love" turned me in. I think she got a little more than pissed off when she found out about my other "only true love." I do remember true love number one insisting that since she was swallowing my come and letting me fuck her in the ass, when she wasn't even having a period, I shouldn't be seeing any other women. How was I to know I was supposed to take a comment like that seriously. Women! Go figure! Anyway, I was out of a job in almost no time. I agreed to go quietly, without severance pay, etc., if they would agree to forget the fact that my other "only true love" was a minor (okay, she was a freshman, but she was definitely not a virgin when I got to her). Anyway, I needed a job and there was an "Immediate Opening" for someone interested in "Exciting Opportunities In Sales and Foreign Travel." Getting out of the country, for a while, had seemed like a good idea. I had more than enough tech background to handle their equipment and I was on a plane to the Middle East the next week. My company should have been happy with my sales performance. I sold a lot of equipment. Unfortunately, all of it to a dummy company the General set up in Kuwait. Along with designing the system per the General's instructions, I also wrote up the orders which he would place through the dummy company, which eventually took over my duties as sales rep, when the General suggested I should resign. The General thought the commission checks were very funny. I don't know how the stuff got across the border and I was smart enough not to ask. I also was a one man installation crew and the General soon expanded my duties to include providing networking and computer support, along with security monitoring. He was even getting money to pay a soldier as a full time position in his official table of organization. Of course, he hadn't bothered to tell his superiors that I had agreed to work for room and board, in exchange for being allowed to live. There were a few other wrinkles in our relationship, but those will come out in the story. Let's pick that up again, shall we. Chapter One: Welcome to the new job I watched as the new women began to regain consciousness. It's my job to watch. I'm supposed to watch everything and be ready to report it all. Some things are more fun to watch than others. Kim was there, of course. She had an employment situation very much like mine. I met her the first time as "a willing lady." She likes to be called Charlotte, now. I guess she doesn't think there's much Kim left in her, just the accent from her hometown in South Carolina and only when she's allowed to speak English. Which isn't much, except for times like this... They were starting to awaken. There were two who would never wake up again, but I suppose that would be considered "within acceptable parameters." Then again they were all, by the General's definition, "infidel American whores." Even if all of them had died, it would be regrettable only due to the "low return" from that particular expense against the "entertainment" budget. Charlotte made the rounds of the new women as the effects of their drugging wore off. She introduced herself and tried to calm them and asked them to come and sit at the "kitchen table", a large round table near the only door to the room. They had a thousand questions, but she promised to answer them all, as a group, rather than as individuals. One by one they found their way to seats. They were naked, of course, but each found a way to use a blanket or a sheet from their cot to cover themselves. When all of the new "girls" were assembled, Charlotte began in simple fashion. "Ah'm not sure where y'all come from individually. Since y'all arrived as a group, ah would assume y'all are Americans?" Beth interrupted: "We were in an elevator. And it didn't stop at the right floor. We couldn't get it to stop at any floor. It just kept on going, down and..." She hesitated, at a loss for more details, "and we woke up here." But where's Heidi... and Lana?" Charlotte chose to defer answering the question about the missing girls. There would be time to explain the fate of the missing, later. Instead she asked "What's your name honey?" Beth replied: "I'm Elizabeth Whittingham, but you can just call me Beth. That's what everyone but my mother calls me." Beth was a little red head, freckles and all. Before she got her blanket around her, I had the opportunity to see that she was a real red head. Her breasts were exquisitely shaped but not large. She had a pretty face, a trim waist, and shapely legs that ended in a "to die for" ass. Charlotte said: "Welcome, Beth. Mah name is Charlotte." Looking at the new faces around the table she asked: "How many o' y'all were in that elevator with Beth?" Several raised their hands, but Beth volunteered: "We all were. We were all going to supper together at the end of our computer class." She pointed to each in turn: "Patty is Patty Burkety, the instructor for our class." She pointed to a tall woman in her mid twenty's with closely cropped white blonde hair and large breasts hanging low on her chest. "And Kristin Staubli and I are interning with her company." Kristin was a beautiful brunette with long thick dark hair, half way down her back. I had particularly noted her huge breasts, high on her chest, without a trace of sagging. Her bottom was well toned but very round. The kind of ass men can't help but watch walking by. I had to work hard to get my attention bact to Beth as she continued: "And Dana Anderson and Cheryl Johnson work for one of our customers." Dana was a tall blonde in her twenty's with shoulder length hair and a dynamite body. I was sure she had been the head cheerleader and the prom queen wherever she went to school. Cheryl was an attractive woman in her mid thirties. She had shoulder length brown hair and a better than average build. "And Heidi and Lana are from another company and what happened to them anyway? And where are we?" Charlotte answered with: " Well Ah'm comin' to that. Let me finish the introductions, as much as Ah'm able, at least. Over there", she pointed to a huddled figure asleep on a cot, "is Su Li. She's recovering from a bad session with the doctor and will probably be asleep for a while. Y'all can get to meet her later. She's really very nice." "And over there is Lucinda." She pointed to another girl lounging on a similar cot. Lucinda was of medium build, long dark hair, dark eyes and sultry latin features. Her breasts were barely concealed by a sleeveless cropped sweat shirt. The latter garment and cut off jean shorts matched Charlotte's attire. Lucinda responded by giving the finger to the group as a whole and rolling over to turn her back to everyone. "Don't pay no mind to Lucinda's 'attitude'." Said Charlotte. "She's feelin' a mite stressed these days, but it's really not necessary." She turned her head in Lucinda's direction, raising her voice slightly to add: "And Ah'm sure she really don' mean ta be rude." When there was no response from Lucinda, Charlotte shook her head and turned back to the group at the table. I could see that the one called Cheryl, was about to blow up. Before Charlotte could continue, Cheryl blasted out: "Answer the question! Damn it! Where the hell are we and what's going on here? Where the hell are Heidi and Lana?" Charlotte pursed her lips and looked at the table for a long moment before answering. At last she asked: "Were they particularly beautiful girls? Ah mean fashion model beautiful?" The others looked at each other, but no one seemed willing to speak. Patty, broke the silence: "No, they were just average looking, if that. I don't think anyone would have mistaken them for fashion models." She looked at the familiar faces around the table but no one spoke to either contradict or support her. Charlotte spoke directly to Cheryl: "If they were particularly beautiful, they might have been sold to private collectors or possibly to cribs in Bangkok. The General always buys in lots. He likes to joke about volume discounts. And since they wasn't likely to be sold individually and they obviously ain't here, then Ah'm afraid they's most likely dead." Expressions of shock and upset greeted her remarks. Charlotte waited for quiet before she continued. She looked down at the table as she spoke very slowly and distinctly: "As to where ya are, y'all are in a bunker, somewhere in Iraq. There're approximately ten thousand elite troops and their equipment in this here bunker. It's all self contained and as long as they's pressure from the American government 'bout Saddam Hussein's weapons o' mass destruction, this bunker will remain completely hidden. Nobody enters or leaves 'ceptin shipments o' food and ammunition. They comes in through underground tunnels, the entrances o' which are hidden miles away from this complex." Her voice became more quiet as she continued: "As to why y'all are here: y'all done been sold by white slavers to General Abdel-Kerim Fuad. Y'all are here ta provide sexual entertainment for the general, his officers, and anyone else he chooses." She paused to look around the table and gauge the others response to her remarks. Cheryl was the first to respond: "What are you saying? That's crazy! This is the 1990's. We're American citizens for Christ's sake. I'm not going to sit here and listen to this. I'm going to find out who's in charge around here and set them straight." Before anyone could react she bolted for the door and charged into the hallway. Unfortunately for her, she had the exquisite timing to burst past the guards at the door just as the General and his body guards were passing by. Seeing the general in the doorway, Charlotte stopped her pursuit of Cheryl and focused on seeing that her other charges returned to their seats. Even Lucinda leapt off her cot to drag one or two back to seats at the table, hissing in their ears: "Stupid! Puta! If you want to be alive tomorrow, sit down at the table." The guards, who should have stopped her before she left the room, immediately grabbed hold of Cheryl by each arm and began dragging her back into the room. Her screams of protest were loud and profane. The general caught the guards attention; not a difficult thing since each of them was looked scared to death that their laxity would be punished. He motioned for them to bring Cheryl before him. I noticed she was several inches taller than he. The guards tried to make her kneel in front of the general, but she resisted. As she struggled she barked out: "I want to talk to whoever is charge around here, goddammit!" The general did not look pleased as he motioned for the guards to desist. He spoke quietly, in English, with only a hint of accent: "Allow me to introduce myself. I am General Abdel-Kerim Fuad. There is no one more 'in charge' here than I. What seems to be the problem?" Cheryl virtually spat out: "I'm an American citizen. That crazy lady in there thinks we're going to be some goddammed kinda whores or something. I won't have anything to do with it. I know my rights and I want out of here right goddammed now!" The general straightened himself and spoke very distinctly. "You will address me as 'General Fuad' and in a respectful tone of voice at all times. Whores are allowed one mistake and you have just made yours. Return to your room and do as you are instructed!" He smiled as he continued: "I will look forward to enjoying your favors, soon." Cheryl was filled with righteous indignation as she thundered. "You goddammed little camel jockey. I am an American Citizen! I want my rights! You will fucking let me out of here now! I demand to speak to the American Consulate immediately! And if you are responsible for the deaths of Heidi and Lana, I will personally see that you fry for that!" The general nodded to one of his bodyguards who had circled around behind Cheryl. A quick buttstroke of his rifle to her kidneys drove her to her hands and knees. The General propped her head up with his swagger stick. "So", he said with a grin that contained not one ounce of humor, "you are an American and you want your 'rights.' I will see that you get exactly what is 'right' for you and every other damned American. In fact, everyone will watch you get what you deserve." Another nod from the General and the gasping Cheryl was laid out by a buttstroke to the side of her head. As two guards began to drag Cheryl's limp body away, the general spoke through the open door to Charlotte: "An educational exercise will be necessary, I see. I have another problem as well: the good Dr. Arkan has become more and more difficult to motivate of late. I believe a chance to fully indulge himself will improve his ability to focus on his proper work. We will allow these two problems to solve themselves. Please be certain that I will not have to make another example from this group or you will part of that example and your successor will be charged with maintaining better discipline. Have these women ready for their trip to the auditorium... on time!" His body guards slammed the door and for several moments the only sound was that of the unconscious Cheryl being dragged away. Chapter Two: The Impaling of Cheryl The general had invited a huge crowd to attend the "Information Celebration." One did not refuse the invitation. An example was to be made of someone and failure to attend the "celebration" might make you the next guest of honor. The general's permission for Dr. Arkan to indulge his tastes in "improved" medieval methods was enough to discourage truancy. Every officer and enlisted man, not performing "essential duties" was seated before the speakers platform. The auditorium, with capacity for ten thousand, was too large for everyone to have a good view. Provision had been made for this, too: the back wall of the auditorium was provided with a huge screen similar to the technology in American sports stadiums. Together with a wide array of remotely operated cameras, this provided a close up of activity on the dais, visible from any point in the room. The women were the last to join the assemblage. They were of course completely covered in the chador and even their faces were veiled. Charlotte had dragooned Lucinda to help Su Li dress while she explained to the newcomers how it must be worn. The unfamiliar wraps had almost provoked a mass protest, until Charlotte assured them they could either wear it or go to the auditorium naked. "An' iffen y'all try thet... the general's men will kill you as sure as Ah'm standin' here. Now y'all can either do as Ah say or y'all can die, but make up your minds this here minute!" Her adamancy and assurances of her sincerity from Lucinda settled the question. Before they left their dormitory Charlotte further warned them that showing even a square inch of skin could be a death sentence. It was a quiet and careful group that followed their guards through the hallways to the auditorium. Standing room was provided at the back of the seated assemblage, on a raised platform behind a heavy wired screening. The door was locked behind them, a not too subtle message implying they were there to "enjoy" the whole show. The general made his appearance to the sounds of enthusiastic cheers from the soldiers. His speech was short and perfunctory. Nevertheless it was wildly applauded. He was followed by several under officers describing the readiness of their troops, the strength of their fighting spirit and the fine quality of their equipment in glowing terms and, of course, giving credit to the general for all of this. They were given only slightly less enthusiastic applause. Finally Dr. Arkan took the podium. Upon his appearance at the speakers podium, a complete quiet overtook the room. Handlers carefully wheeled a large, heavily veiled object into it's prepared place on the stage next to the speaker's podium. With a quiet voice, the doctor began to remind the men of the hatred they must hold for America and all Americans. How they and their families had suffered from unprovoked bombings and the missile strikes of the cowardly American military. Stirred by the passion in his presentation the crowd began to seethe with anger. A master of manipulation he was able to able to raise this anger to greater and greater heights. When he judged the crowd to be at a fever pitch, the veil over the object was whisked away and a barely conscious Cheryl Johnson was displayed. She was almost naked, clad only in what was left of her underwear. Her arms were pulled upward and at maximum spread by chains attached above her head to poles on either side of her. Her legs were kept spread apart by chains attached to the bottom of these same poles. Only by supporting herself on her toes could she remove the pull of her body's weight on her arms. The doctor quickly identified her as an American and an infidel. The Announcement that she would be made to pay for the pain of their people and their losses was greeted with a cry for vengeance, ten thousand strong. The advantage of cameras allowed me to observe how she had been abused. Her body was covered with bruises. Blood trails provided clues where several fingernails, toenails and teeth had been removed by less than gentle methods. Drying blood between her thighs implied that someone had brutally enjoyed themselves there as well. She was now reduced to a mass of pain. Her body hung limply from her chained wrists. When she had enough strength, whimpers and pleadings for mercy could be heard. Dr. Arkan stepped behind her, with a remote control box in his hand. Those of us who had seen Dr. Arkan's favorite toy now knew what would happen next. Cheryl, of course, had no clue. The Doctor pressed a button on his remote control and a slender, shiny metal shaft began to rise from between Cheryl's widely spread legs. It continued to rise until it was just below her torso. With skill from much practice, Dr. Arkan quickly maneuvered her body to center her anus over the rising shaft. Slight movements to position her unresisting body, together with skillful manipulation of the controls, soon had her deeply impaled upon the shaft. Within her rectum, the top of shaft opened to protrude a needle sharp point. Satisfied with his initial position work, Dr. Arkan now stepped out from behind Cheryl to stand behind the speakers podium. With a dramatic flourish, the doctor sent the now needle tipped shaft driving upward into Cheryl's intestines. Her body came erect as she vainly tried to pull herself off of that spike of unimaginable pain. Her shrieks filled the auditorium, even though she clearly had no microphone. Every inch of "comfort" she managed to find for herself, by standing on tiptoe or pulling weakly on the chains from which her arms were suspended, was immediately lost by a quick movement of the doctor's fingers on his control box. The weight of her body was quickly too much for her muscles, in her weakened condition. As each muscle group gave out, she was driven further and further onto the impaling spike and we were treated to a new series of harsh shrieks. Like a cat with a wounded mouse, the doctor began to demonstrate that he controlled not only the spike itself, but the chains attaching the poles to her body as well. He first demonstrated how simple it was to allow her to pull herself up by her arms and then simply release a length of each chain, dropping her quickly on the spike. A movement of even fractions of an inch could bring about excruciating pain. When he tired of that, he then went on to drag her further onto the spike by spreading her legs further and further apart. Her feeble attempts to resist the pull of the leg chains seemed to amuse him almost as much as the screams which each small adjustment produced. I made sure several cameras were recording Cheryl's torture from all angles. The good doctor would do his best to make life hell for me, if he did not receive a tape of this performance to enjoy over and over again in his quarters when off duty. Thankfully, it was also my duty to scan the faces of the assembled soldiers. Some seemed genuinely enthralled by the performance and were cheering each new "twist" of the doctors imagination. Some had averted their eyes or were looking visibly upset by the scene before them. That would undoubtedly be discussed during their next opportunity for self criticism. The general was not a communist, as far as I could tell. Not that I could honestly say exactly what the generals politics were at any point in time. I suppose that was how he had survived to become a general. Be that as it may, he had incorporated several of the communist Chinese army political techniques in his vision of proper discipline. Soldiers who had not shown the proper enthusiasm for the destruction of a "hated American" would, no doubt, find life less pleasant for the short term. I noticed that several of the more experienced NCO's had simply let their eyes glaze over. They sat like stones, with no emotion showing. I wouldn't be required to show that degree of detail to the Chief Political Officer. He would be more than busy enough "educating" hapless soldiers who were obviously not "appreciating the political implications" of the doctors "demonstration." I don't know how long Cheryl's suffering went on. Eventually her throat was unable to produce more than husking grunts. The doctor had time to demonstrate not only his control of the spike and chains, but the degree of agony available in even simple changes to the angle of the poles from which the woman's body was suspended. Eventually General Fuad must have decided he had better things to do than to further "entertain" his troops and educate his new women. A subtle hand sign from him let Dr. Arkan know his play time was over. With a dramatic gesture to play to the audience, the doctor firmly pressed a stud on the control box and the shaft was driven through Cheryl's heart, into her throat and quickly into her brain. Her body collapsed, supported solely by the impaling shaft. Blood and fluids spilled from her mouth, ears, and nose. A barely enthusiastic cheer rose from the assembly, which fortunately covered the sound of several of the women being thoroughly sick into their veils. The Chief Political Officer made a short closing speech and after the obligatory enthusiasm for his remarks, the program was at an end. The door to their platform was unlocked and guards led the very quiet group of women back to their room. Once they were back in their quarters, Charlotte pointed out that even though some of them had not been awake for all that long, it was late in the evening. Being underground with no windows, there was no reference for time of day. Charlotte insisted that they do the minimum to be ready for the morrow and get to bed. She assigned a group of lockers to each of the newcomers. While Lucinda helped Su Li back to bed, Charlotte showed the new girls how to correctly store their chador. Those who had soiled their garments were shown the hampers for laundry. The fact that they would not be required to perform their own laundry did very little to raise their spirits. She handed out their new "fatigues", (the sleeveless cropped sweatshirt, denim shorts cut so high that there was no inseam, and blue low cut sneakers). Charlotte explained that these were to be worn only when they were "off duty." She tried to explain that the general had apparently been unscrambling the American late night movie channels when he "designed" the uniform. Dana was the first to question the lack of underwear, which drew snickers from Lucinda. Charlotte calmly informed them there would be none and informed them they were free to sleep naked, if they chose. This prompted a flurry of further questions, which Charlotte firmly refused to address, insisting they could talk about it in the morning. Dana turned to Lucinda, hoping to press her for information, but Lucinda's only response was to grin and say: "Ask Charlotte." Besieged with questions, Charlotte finally asserted herself, declaring: "Ah don' wanna to have to report another discipline problem! Now, gawldamit, y'all jest stop talkin' and git inta bed. We's all had a terrible day and tomorrow is goin' ta be a real long one. It's efter time fer lights out, and we all's a goin' ta bed this here minute!" Since her cot was nearest to the door and the light switch, she quickly crawled into bed and flicked the light switch. Most (but not all) of the room lights turned off. The implied threat, the left over effects of the drugs and the shock of the days events left no one anxious to argue with her commands. Most fell asleep quickly and the room was silent for several hours until Beth woke up, screaming from her nightmares. Her screams awakened the others and Charlotte decided it might be advisable to start the day a little early A few of them would be able to catch a siesta later. Chapter Three: A Little Skills Inventory Charlotte called them all to sit at the "kitchen table" again. Again Su Li was allowed to remain in her cot. Charlotte asked Lucinda and Dana to make coffee for the group. When Dana didn't get up from her seat immediately, Lucinda yanked her hair and told her: "C'mon you lazy whore. Haven't you figured out yet that she's the fucking general's sweetheart? She's in charge here, hey? That wasn't a request, it was a fucking order. Get off your lazy ass and do as you're told!" Dana shook herself loose from Lucinda's hold and looked ready to start a fight. Before the situation could get out of hand, Charlotte barked: "Lucinda, y'all apologize ta her right now, ya hear? Ah said, y'all apologize right now!" Lucinda put up her hands and spoke carefully to Dana: "I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. I din' mean no harm, hey? I don' need no more enemies. Just forget it, okay? I'm sorry?" Dana nodded and, with only minor hesitation, followed Lucinda behind a curtain located at the far end of the room. The others began to besiege Charlotte with questions again, as soon as they were seated at the table. Her response was: "Now y'all just shut up and let me tell this in mah own way and then y'all can ask questions efter Ah'm done." "Now ah don' rightly know how y'all got here, exactly. Ah 'spects Ah'd wind up dead if Ah ever really did know. Y'all are here and thet's thet! Let's move on ta "where we are and why are we all here." This here is a secret base and nobody knows where it is, much less thet we all's in it. There are ten thousand troops includin' their officers here and y'all can guarantee they don' leave here much, not at all, period. Now we are here ta keep General Fuad happy. Thet there is yer bottom line and I do mean bottom." Charlotte turned her attention to the curtain and called out: "Lucinda, are y'all gettin' the job done back there?" Lucinda was quick to reply: "We're fine. I'm just giving Dana the grand tour." Charlotte saw fit to seek confirmation with Dana: "Dana, is every li'l thang just alrighty back there?" Dana answered with: "It's okay. We're fine. This is incredible! Could I have one of the sodas in the refrigerator, instead of coffee. I don't usually drink coffee in the middle of the night." Charlotte looked around the table to ask: "Would anyone else like a coke, instead of coffee?" With hardly a hesitation she yelled back to Dana: "Y'all go ahead and have yourself one, Dana, and bring one for little Kristin here. Ah don't think she drinks coffee, yet. Isn't that right, honey? Ah thought so! Now hurry it up y'all, Ah don' wanna have ta do this all twice. And Lucinda, y'all break out some new clean coffee cups. Bring 'em in here now, y'all don't have to sit there and watch the coffee make itself." When Dana and Lucinda had rejoined the group, Charlotte continued: "Now where did ah leave off? Let's see... well, keepin' the general happy, thet's it in a nutshell, but it does get a little more complicated. Let's start with this room, Ah s'pose. Y'all will respect each other's belongin's. No one touches yer bed or yer clothes without yer permission. And by the way, there's a pen so's y'all can write yer names in them, just like goin' to camp. We takes turns doing the cookin' and dishes. We'll put up a new list now and y'all can sign up for turns, everybody gets one." Lucinda interrupted: "Charlotte, hey! Cut to the chase. They don' care whose gotta do the dishes. They need to know what's expected of them, every day. Just tell em, okay?" Charlotte flustered: "Well..., now..., Uh yeah! Ah was getting ta thet. Y'all are here ta provide sexual services ta General Fuad, and his officers, if he says so, and Doctor Arkan, and..." Lucinda interrupted again: "And anybody else the damn General pleases or wants to please. In any way they please. C'mon Charlotte let's get down to the nitty gritty. We can figure out who's gonna fill the ice cube trays later." Kristin asked: "We've got ice cube trays?" Charlotte answered: "We shore do, honey! Now lemme get down ta it here... The bottom line here is..., ummm, y'all are here to provide a resident brothel for this here bunker. Y'all will have sex with whomever yer assigned, ta their satisfaction. Not that y'all might not find some satisfaction in it, but that's not a given and it's yer problem not theirs. Y'all can expect ta satisfy at least one man per day and most days a lot more than one." Dana interrupted: "Charlotte, what about, you know... surfing the crimson wave..., you know, like... the monthly curse?" She was more than a little non-plussed when Lucinda snorted coffee and almost choked with laughter at Dana's question. Charlotte response was: "Lucinda, now y'all just stifle yerself! Dana, honey, they don' rightly care if yer bleedin' or not. If yer vagina is ta the point where y'all jest can't stand something in it, then y'all will satisfy them with yer mouth, yer bottom or whatever it takes to keep 'em happy! Is thet clear?" Dana asked: "Okay, so I have to give 'em a blowjob during my period is that it? Do we get flavored condoms, at least? Lucinda answered her: "No, 'honey', ain't no condoms here, period. We women have been trying to get the men used to us pushing the cum back out of our mouths after they're done spewing. It gives them some sort of thrill to think there was so much that we couldn't get it all in our mouths and it beats the hell out of having to swallow it all." Beth pushed herself back from the table and volunteered: "Eww! Ickky! Ickky! Ickky! That's ishhhh! In our mouths? Ewwwww!" Lucinda continued: "That's not the worst of it, Beth. You get used to the taste of the cum... Patty, with a look of total disgust on her face, interrupted: "Oh! Let me guess. The worst thing is that we're in a desert here, right? So some of these pricks haven't had a bath in a week... or more? And they eat really spicy foods and they are definitely not getting their eight glasses of water a day? So they have a stinky, uncircumcised dick that spews something that's gonna taste like bleach..." Lucinda finished for her: "And you'd better act like it tastes like the yummiest ice cream you've ever had. They had better believe that you've been just moonin' aroun' waitin' for the next taste of their special flavor." Charlotte tried to reclaim control: "Okay, Ah think it's time to take a little inventory here. Now, I want everyone to tell me the absolute honest truth. Not tellin' the truth is goin' to make it hard on everyone, is that clear?" She looked around the table. "Okay, now! How many of y'all ain't never had sex with a camel, raise your hands and I better see everyone's hand in the air. Put 'em up there and leave 'em there until I tell you can take 'em down." Beth asked: "What about Su Li? She's still in bed. Should I go get her?" Charlotte replied: "No, she needs her sleep. Ah already know her answers. Okay, now put yer hand down if y'all have had sex with another woman." Again, Beth was prompted to burst out: "Ewww! Ickky! Ishhh! Yukkk! That's disgusting!" Patty had taken her hand down, along with Charlotte, Lucinda, and Dana. She spoke out: "Well, actually it's not disgusting at all! It can be very sweet and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant and..." She stopped as she noticed all eyes were on her. She decided to change the subject: "Say Charlotte, what are we supposed to use for birth control, if there aren't any condoms. I don't suppose we can assume they are all going to have vasectomies or something?" No, honey, that sure isn't gonna happen. Ah wouldn' mind handin' out a few of them vasectomies personally, but thet ain' gonna happen. Y'all will get a complete physical from the medical doctors here. They have a good staff, but they don' really know much about women. Be glad yer not in Bahrain! Doctors there cain't look at your pussy directly, they have ta look at it in a mirror. This bunch does a good job, most of the time. Y'all will be on the pill and, if'n it's necessary, we got some of thet French RU42 stuff, ta handle little accidents thet slip by. But make sure y'all take yer pills. The General takes a mighty dim view of a girl gettin' herself knocked up, a mighty dim view indeed. If y'all want it, the medical staff could tie yer tubes. Ah thinks thet's best, but it's up to y'all, and don' count on a long recovery time." Kristin spoke up: "Can we rest our arms, mine's getting really tired?" Charlotte smile and said: "Yeah sure, honey, put 'em down. Alrighty! 'The sixty four thousand dollar question' is: are any o' y'all a virgin? Now, hold up yer hand! She snickered: "No way Lucinda! Ah mean in yer vagina, not yer left ear. Well, Kristin and Beth... Bless yer hearts. That's somethin' to know. Alrighty! Put yer hands down." "Alrighty, now how many of y'all have never had a man in your bottom? C'mon show me yer hands... Patty y'all can drop yers if y'all have had a good size dildo or vibrator up there. Yep, thought so! Okay, Beth! Ah guess yer the only one. Kristin, are y'all sure what Ah'm talkin' about here? Ah thought y'all had yer hand up fer bein' a virgin." "Yes!" said Kristin, while turning beat red. Her mind went back to a summer in junior high. Her mother had almost grounded her for life when she found out she had to go to summer school to keep from having to repeat eighth grade. Maybe she didn't, because Kristin's stepfather would use his belt on Kristin again. Her mother was scared of his temper, when she was sober. More likely, if Kristin were grounded she would have had to quit her after school job and the money she brought home made it easier for her mother and stepfather to go to the bars. On a good night, her parents would come home late, barely able to drive and go straight to their bedroom. The bedsprings would squeak for a long, long time and her mother would squeal and cry out. Eventually her stepfather would let go a string of curse words and things would get quiet. Her mother would make a quick trip to the bathroom and then retire for the night. The children would rest easy, knowing the parents would not be back out to "educate" them that evening. The only bright spot in that summer had been Robby. He was a freshman at the local junior college. Her parents had been somewhat concerned about the age disparity, but Robby was willing to listen to her stepdad's endless stories from his army years and he even flirted just the tiniest bit with her mother. That was enough to make him welcome in the house. Most of the time he was smart enough to come around after her parents had left for the bar. Her friends were totally in awe of her for dating a real "college man." Kristin had no illusions about Robby's attraction to her. It had a lot to do with her breasts that had somehow grown so huge over the last year. He loved to play with them while they made out and it made her get all hot and wet "down there." He would suck on them so hard and then slip his hand under the waistband of her panties and play with her clitoris. And he didn't even need to be told where it was, another advantage of dating an "older, experienced man." He had asked her to go all the way many times, but had always stopped when she insisted she couldn't. Another major plus to the relationship was: Robby could get booze. All she had to do was to call him and he would drop by for the money and return with whatever she asked for. This had made her immensely popular with the "IN" clique at school and she and her friends were invited to parties that would have been closed to them "PR". That was the time: "Pre-Robby." She couldn't imagine how life would be without him, yet it was obvious his "love" was strongest when she went further and further with him sexually. She had tried to maintain the tension as long as she could, but something was going to have to give. Maybe she shouldn't have started drinking with her little brother and her stepbrothers at home. They had promised to pay for the liquor and they would even let her have some. Their parents were gone for the weekend to some veterans convention. She had called Robby and he had come through, as always. He couldn't stay to party, but he told her to go ahead and have a good time. They had started drinking early in the day and had kept it up until late that night. Her stepbrothers had dared her to show them her breasts and she had agreed, if they would show her something. Somehow it had wound up with them all naked in their parents bedroom. To this day she couldn't remember exactly how Tom, the oldest, had talked her into trying to give him a blowjob. Partly it was because she had always had the hots for him, "PR", and partly because she wanted to learn to do it for Robby. He was going to want something more from her eventually and she would have to give him something. She had started out jerking him off and then he had wanted to be jerked off all over her chest. From there they had graduated to tittyfucking and now he was always trying to either stick it in her pussy or her mouth, whenever he was ready to come. She was so frightened of getting pregnant that she had been thinking about learning to please him orally. Somehow that had slipped out while talking with her brothers. Tom had assured her that a lot of guys wouldn't even care if they could get in her pussy, as long as she sucked them off. Of course he was only too willing to teach her how to do it. He made a big deal about how she had to promise to swallow it. The other brothers had ringed her like a cheering squad and she felt incredibly excited to be the center of attention. It was so nasty and dirty to be kneeling between her stepbrother's legs while he sat naked on the edge of her parents bed... and so totally hot. Tom was a tall and skinny boy and his thing was really long and skinny. He first taught her to slide the skin back and forth like he did when he was playing with himself. She didn't tell him she had already conquered this skill from experience with Robby. Tom didn't seem to question how she was able to pick up just the right rhythm and pressure so quickly. The next thing he wanted her to do was to run her tongue all up and down the shaft and get him all wet. That was kind of gross, but it was exciting too. The other brothers were playing with themselves and that was just like in her fantasies when she played with herself. Then the big moment had arrived and she had to put it in her mouth. Tom had warned her that guy's things were really sensitive and that she had to be careful not to get her teeth on it (unless the guy asked her to do that, but that was something she would learn a lot later). She had done her best to keep her lips pressed firmly against it and to move her tongue around on the bottom of the head of his "thing". He kept trying to put more and more of it into her mouth and she kept gagging as it hit the back of her mouth. She kept telling him not to do that and he kept on doing it. Suddenly he had grabbed her head and shoved his thing as far into her mouth as it could go and as she was retching, her mouth filled with a taste like nothing she had tasted before. Together with the natural gag reaction, all the liquor she had drunk, and this totally unexpected sort of yucky taste, it was all too much for her stomach. She had blown chunks all over his crotch, while the other brothers all but rolled on the floor laughing. Tom had merely told her she should work on it, as he headed for the shower. She had been the one who had to wash the parents comforter and floor rug, before they got back. For the next week the younger stepbrothers and even her real brother became obsessed with trying to get her to let them put their "things" in her mouth. She had called Robby the next Friday night and begged him to take her out. They went for a drive along some back roads. He had brought along a liter of gin, her favorite. He even had cold Seven Up for mix. She had quickly gotten thoroughly drunk and poured out her frustration over how her brothers were treating her. Robby's words had been sympathetic, but it was obvious by the tenting of his shorts that he was sexually excited by what she described as well. They found a place to park with reasonable privacy and after she had finished another drink she had been the one to start things by stripping off her top and kissing him. He had responded eagerly and the rest of her clothes had come off quickly. Then they were kissing and his fingers brought her to orgasm. They were both covered in sweat from the heat of the night and the sexual heat of their bodies and somehow she was sure this was going to be only the first time she would come that night. Robby had slipped to the floor of the car and told her to lay back. He said he was going to make up for what Tom had put her through. He raised her legs in the air and his mouth trailed kisses down her thigh. Then he was nibbling on the fold of skin where her legs met her buttocks and she was giggling and twisting and protesting that it tickled. And then his mouth was right on her privates and he was licking her "down there" and she was half out of her mind with a pleasure that she thought could never be topped. But then his mouth found her clitoris. While his tongue licked the bottom of the little nub, he worried her clitoral hood back and forth. The pleasure nearly made her pass out and she was quickly swept away on an orgasmic cloud that seemed to go on and on. Eventually she had been forced to pull his head away and beg him to stop before she lost her mind. He had grinned at her and sat next to her on the seat. After a moment he had dragged her to sit on his thighs, facing him. She could feel his thing pulsing against her belly, pressed between their bodies. His hands were slick as they caressed her breasts with more roughness than she was used to. He kissed her and she could taste a funny smell on his lips. She was horrified to think she was tasting her own pussy taste and yet she was too excited to not want to kiss him. As he played with her breasts and sucked on her tender nipples, she could feel the wave of desire building in her again. She had pulled his mouth to hers and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Building up her courage she had grabbed hold of his thing and told him that this was the night. She was going to give him the blowjob she had suffered so much to learn how to do. She knelt between his legs and did her best to find a place where the grit on the floor didn't hurt her knees. She had his thing in her hand and she was doing her best to lick him all over. He was really hard and leaking just the smallest amount of fluid. The taste brought back the memory of puking her guts out and her brothers laughing at her and suddenly she couldn't go through with it. She had looked up at him with tears in her eyes and begged him to forgive her, but she just couldn't make herself do it. Please, please, somehow he had to let her do something besides a blowjob. The disappointment and sexual frustration was so obvious in his face that it brought more tears to her eyes. She had never felt so inadequate and frustrated and out of control. She begged him to fuck her; to take her virginity and make her a woman. His response had been to bring her to his lap again, facing him, her legs straddling his. He had put his fingers in her and she winced at the pain when he hit her hymen. He had started to make her sit on his thing when she realized he wasn't going to use a condom. The visions of her stepfather's belt being used without restraint were too much for her. She begged him to put on a rubber before they went any further. If only he would do that she would fuck him until the sun came up. When he, somewhat embarrassed, admitted he didn't have one, the frustration was too much for her and she broke into heart wrenching sobs. He, of course, pointed out that she had refused him so many times, how could he possibly know that tonight was the night she was "gonna give it up?" It was her fault that they would be unable to share this most incredible pleasure. It was her fault that he was aching with blue balls and after all the fun he had given her tonight, it wasn't fair was it? She heard herself screaming with frustration and tears streamed out of her eyes. She couldn't get pregnant, didn't he understand that. She was almost incoherent as she tried to explain how desperately important it was that she not get pregnant. She was only 14 and she couldn't take the chance, why couldn't he understand that. He held her while her body was wracked by sobs. When she started to calm down he had poured her the last of the gin and suggested she "bottoms up" her drink. A sly smile had stolen over her face as she had done as he suggested. Then she asked him to repeat what he had asked her to do. After he repeated it, she said: "You could put it in my bottom. I've got some suntan lotion in my purse. Instead of tittyfucking me..., you know..., you could put it in my butt. I...,I can't get pregnant that way and you can fuck me like you've always wanted." Naturally he hadn't objected. In fact, he had seemed terribly impressed by her offer. So much so that she was excited by his reaction. She knew only what she had heard from her brothers talking about buttfucking and then only in the most disparaging terms. It was definitely a nasty thing and she was even slightly worried that he seemed more excited about fucking her in her ass than he had been about doing it the regular way. The liquor was hitting her and she couldn't pursue that thought or any other at that moment. The most important thing was to find the lotion and get his thing in her bottom and be completely "his woman." She quickly rubbed his thing with the lotion. She told him to hold himself steady and she reared up to position herself on him. On their first try, she slipped off the tip of him. His cock wound up in her pussy and she almost decided to just finish the job and bust her hymen and fuck him silly. But before she could talk herself into it, she slipped back up and took another try. He told her to "push out", kind of like she was going potty. That did it and suddenly she felt herself being stretched as she had never been before. It hurt terribly and she cried out. She felt his hands on her hips, dragging her down, spreading her virginal asshole wider and wider. Suddenly he was in her and she begged him to stop and let her get used to it. She kissed him and he promised to let her set the pace. When she felt the pain diminish, she tried to take more of him. The pain felt like a sharp knife in her rectum as she took more, causing her to stop again. Then she could stand it again and she took as much as she could, until she had to stop again. She had always been proud of how long his thing was. Somehow it didn't seem as desirable just at that moment. After a few more of these cycles she could feel his pubic hair on the bottom of her butt. She took a deep breath and dropped the final inch. She screamed while taking that last inch, but once she knew she had taken all of him she was very pleased with herself. She had kissed him hard and he had almost made her swoon when he declared her all his. She became giddy and giggled into his neck. She had never felt so full and the naughtiness that it was her Robby filling her rectum was almost more than she could deal with. Then he began to slowly move his hips, causing his thing to piston in and out of her asshole, just the tiniest amount. There was a burning stretching feeling, but when he applied more lotion it got easier to take. He told her to play with herself. She was embarrassed suddenly. She had never done that in front of anyone before. He insisted that she would feel better if she did. She began to touch herself, hesitantly, becoming bolder as it did start to feel better. He started to move again and the pain became mixed with the warm feeling in her pussy and the sensations from her clitoris. The alcohol made her woozy and dulled the ache in her butt. Everything became all mixed up and suddenly she was climbing toward the biggest orgasm she had ever known. She took over the piston-like motion and soon she was driving herself onto him. She squeezed him as tightly as she could with her rectal muscles on each upstroke and pushed out on the downstroke. It came to her that it was almost like a dance step. He was playing with her nipples and that only added more to the fire within her. Then he was panting and moaning and she could feel him pulsing and squirting inside her, and it was even easier to drive his length into her. Thinking about him jetting his essence into her most intimate orifice set off her own orgasm. She almost passed out with the strength of it. And then there had been nothing to do but hug each other and draw huge lungfulls of air and laugh with the joy of what they had accomplished. Then everything had gone wrong. Suddenly her brothers were pounding on the windows and laughing and shouting at her. They had followed the two of them and watched everything. She was screaming at them and trying to cover herself and Robby was yelling threats at them and trying to get his clothes on. Before Robby could get out of the car, they had run away. The drive home was filled with foreboding. She had been so upset with fear that she had lost it and puked out the window of Robby's car. When she got home her brothers weren't there, but she had to tell her mother she had the flu and needed to go to bed. The next day her brothers had gotten her alone and promised to tell their parents everything, unless she gave them each a blow job, every day. She had stuck it out for two days, until her lips were sore. Then she got the bright idea to talk to Tom, alone. In exchange for letting him do what he had seen Robby do, he would end the blackmail by the other brothers. His thing was much skinnier than Robby's and it hadn't hurt much at all. She had had to wear pads for a week, even though it wasn't her period, to soak up all the cum that was intermittently spilling out of her butt, but it was worth it. The next week, Robby had sent her a box of candy and a note explaining that he had found another girl and that he wouldn't be seeing her anymore. She had cried awfully hard, but she had gotten over it. She discovered that she now had "skills" that would let her twist any boy her own age around her little finger. She was even pursued by some of the most popular football players in high school. There were compensations for what she had gone through. She had kept her vaginal virginity all through high school and college and none of her dates had ever complained. Of course some girls had started to call her a buttslut, but fuck them, she could take any boy she wanted away from them, whenever she wanted... "Breathe, Kristin! Geez, take a breath! We believe you already." said Dana. Charlotte agreed, "Yeah, relax Kristin. We all don' have ta know all the details... speakin' o' which... Dana, are y'all sure yer hand shouldn't be up? Do y'all know about this sort o' thang." A little flush came to Dana's cheeks. "Well," she said, "I don't like it as much as the regular way. I mean once or twice it's been the most awesome thing, but mostly it's just a horrendous pain in the ass. No pun intended. I mean, well, there you are on your knees, with your head banging into the headboard and he's back there having the time of his life and he can't even tell that you're in pain and, on the inside, you're just begging for it to be over with. But the frat rats won't usually settle for anything less and if you want to go to the right parties and get to pick who isn't invited... Well, some times you just have to. You just learn to relax and then it's bearable... usually. And once in a million, it's the most fantastic thing..." Before anyone else could add anything, Charlotte said: "Well, the bad news is that a lot of these here fellers seem ta think thet women are fer havin' babies and little boys are fer sex. So, since they ain't gonna be makin' a baby with y'all they's a gonna be trying ta treat y'all like a boy. Y'all are gonna hafta work hard ta get in the right hole, if y'all know what ah'm sayin' here. Now, the young ones'll go for a blowjob more often than not, but the old farts wanna fuck and they ain't gonna take "No!" for an answer. The General figures thet's what yer here fer, so y'all gotta do what y'all gotta do and y'all better act like y'all enjoy it. Just fair warnin', alrighty?" Her eyes made contact with each of the new 'girls' and she waited for each of them to acknowledge her remarks. Chapter Four: The Rules "Alrighty!" Charlotte continued. "One more thing y'all all are just gonna have ta make yer mind ta is that y'all will be receivin' an erotic piercin'. Lucinda, show 'em yers please?" With no more reaction than if she had been asked to show the palm of her hand, Lucinda lifted her top to display a small Cyrillic letter hanging pendant from the nipple of her left breast. Charlotte said: "Thank ya, Lucinda. And just to show there's no favoritism, Ah got me one, too." She lifted her top to display a similar piercing. "Ah ain't really sure when y'all will get yers, but it's gonna happen. It hurts like the very devil and y'all can count on some yukky discharge from yer nipples fer a while efter, but once it's done, it's done and y'all won't pay it no more never mind than the piercin's in yer ears, if ya have any o' them. The General likes his girls thet a way and thet's the way it is. Su Li used ta have hers, until her last session with Dr. Arkan. She came back with no nipples, but the doctor pierced her clit while he was goin' at her. She cried for days, from the pain. We had some Motrin, but thet didn' even begin to he'p. Y'all would be smart to not make too much of a fuss about yer nipple bein' pierced, if y'all wanna know what ah think?" Again, she paused to look around the table for dissenting opinions. "Alrighty! Now the last major issue for us is pubic hair. How many o' y'all shave yer pubic hair?" Charlotte asked. Kristin was quick to raise her hand and offer: "I've had to shave for a bikini line since junior high. My boyfriends always like string bikini's." Charlotte smiled and shook her head gently. "No," she said, "Ah mean how many shave yer pubic hair clean off. All o' it. " She looked around to find that none of the new women had raised their hands. "Not surprisin'! Well, y'all will from now on. Fact is, ya will shave more than thet off! No hair on yer body that don't start out on yer head. Patty, thet's armpits and legs too. No body hair, whatsoever! If any o' y'all need he'p, don' be afraid to ask. Alrighty?" Lucinda added: "The General, he has a real thing about that. Su Li din' wanna do that when she first got here and the general let Dr. Arkan do it. He pulled her pussy hair out one hair at a time. She was screamin' for hours and she was still puffed up and sore a week later. Then, the General gave her to a squad of soldiers for a whole day. If she thought her pussy was sore to start with, she was in major hurt before they were done. You don' wanna even think about not shaving, believe me!" Charlotte took the conversation back: "Alrighty, just take it as a given, keep it that way and ask for he'p if y'all need it. Yer gonna need to be slick as a whistle and a poor job is worse than none. Now let's leave it at that and put it on yer list as the first thang to do this morning. Ah can't say this enough: Ask for he'p if y'all need it. We girls has gotta stick together, 'cause we got nobody else. Well... we got one other, but he ain't much he'p! Hey, Mr. Camera Guy, you with us?" I debated whether to respond to the question. I had been trying to establish a rapport with Charlotte and her women. The only concern was whether or not I might be interrupted in a "conversation" with them. I decided it was too early in the morning for the general or the few officers, who might have enough clearance, to enter the surveillance room. I took the camera located just inside their door off automatic sweep and moved it up and down in the manner of someone nodding their head. Beth spoke out: "There's some guy watching us? You mean he could see us while we were putting our clothes on and everything? That's disgusting!" Charlotte tried to soothe her: "Now simmer down. There ain't no privacy fer any o' us, anywhere in this place. Y'all might just as well get used ta it, right here and now. Ah know it's upsettin' ta think o' somebody peekin' at y'all ever' minute o' the day, but it works out okay, too. The General don' trust nobody, so he has everybody watched, and I do mean everybody. If'n Mr. Camera Guy had been able to warn us the General was comin', we might o' been able ta keep ol' Cheryl, God rest her soul, out of trouble. Usually he does, but he can't be there all the time. If'n I understand it right there's only the one of y'all, is that right Mr. Camera Guy?" I nodded the camera again. The General had a hard time trying to balance his need to know what is going on in every part of the complex at any given moment against the amount of information this puts in the hands of the person doing the watching. So far he'd decided that one person was enough and together with a lot of VCR's, lots of cameras, including some even the general didn't know about, and a huge tape library, I hadn't disappointed him. Which is to say: I was still alive. Charlotte went on: "Now let's get on ta other thangs, here." Charlotte emphasized again how the must wear their chador whenever they were away from their "assigned" area, which consisted of a suite of rooms near their dormitory. There would be no way to mistake the boundary as the only exit was heavily guarded. Within their area, they were to wear their present clothing while off duty. When they were "on duty" they would wear either lingerie or such clothing as might be required to fulfill their "dates" desires. The variety of fantasies was the reason they had been given several lockers. Charlotte explained: "Y'all have a latex dress fer the disco room. It's got a little bitty lighted dance floor and a sound system and a disco ball with a color wheel and the mattress is covered with shiny satin. We had an imitation fur thang as sheets fer a while, but y'all don' wanna even imagine what thet was like to clean. And, o' course, y'all gotta have yer genuine Baywatch swimsuit fer the pool room." Lucinda interrupted to add: "Don' get no ideas you're gonna be swimmin' laps. It's a big hot tub with no jacuzzi's. Exceptin' for the water they had plenty of everything else they need for a beach real close to hand. If you're workin' that room, I suggest you fuck 'em in the water. Otherwise the sand gets in everything and unless you like your insides getting scrubbed out with sand, you'll stay in the water." "Thank ya, Lucinda! Words o' someone who's been there girls!" said Charlotte. "Now of course y'all gotta have yer harem girl outfit. Ah guess it ain't too realistic but they get a kick outta what the Americans think a harem outfit should look like." Dana just had to add: "I'll bet I know what that's like! I was in Switzerland on a summer holiday and we came across a "Cowboy" club in this quaint little beer garden. They were all dressed up as "Cowboys and Indians", but it was sort of like they got all their ideas from Television, and then tried to make it from whatever they had to hand. It was kinda funny to see what they thought was..." Charlotte cut her off: "Alrighty! Thet's the idea! Now let me finish here! Y'all got some of yer garter belts and stockings and thet sorta lingerie fer the cathouse room. Y'all get yer fancy long dress fer the millionaire bedroom and y'all gotta have a cheerleader outfit and yer leather outfit." Patty perked up: "Leather? You mean we get to do domination?" Charlotte chuckled and added: "Sorry, no. Well, not on the soldiers. They don' seem ta promote officers with them sorta interests. It's usually fer girl/girl scenes, where one o' y'all is the top and dominates the other. But yer both a bottom for the man." Dana was quick to ask: "Where do all these clothes come from? I mean it's not like there's a Macy's next door or something, right?" Lucinda answered: "He gets it all off the internet. You'd be surprised what you can order from there. They don' care where it ships to, if you got a credit card number. Your measurements were taken the day you were kidnapped. Your clothes will probably be here today." Charlotte confirmed Lucinda's statement. "As a matter of fact, they are. Yer first job after this meetin' will be ta put yer new clothes away in yer lockers. Yer next job will be ta get rid o' yer pubic hair. Lucinda will get the day off from her regular schedule ta he'p y'all get settled in. Ah got a meetin' with the General and the new girls has gotta be dressed and ready per the posted schedule. Lucinda can show you where thet is." Charlotte rose to indicate the talking was over. "Alrighty! Now thet's thet and y'all have lots to do. The General does not have a tolerance for tardiness and Ah gotta be goin'. Get yerselves put away and shaved and dressed per the schedule and don' even think o' draggin' yer feet." Lucinda ignored the storm of questions which erupted the moment Charlotte was out of the room. She showed them a clipboard on the back of the door to their room. "Here's our schedule. It'll list a man, the room, and how much time he has with you. This is 'muy' better than what it was before Charlotte got here. The General got the original idea of a built in whorehouse from Dr. Arkan. We were each of us jus' stuck in a room with a little mattress on the floor. If the door was open, a man, mostly only one man, would come in and close the door, and do what he wanted to do until he was done doing anythin' he wanted to do to you. Then he opened the door and another one would come in and do what he wanted to do. And it went on like that for 12 to 16 hours a day, every day." "When it got so bad that a girl couldn' stan' it no more, then she would go crazy and try to bite somebody's dick off. Or maybe she would just go limp and lie there. Some of the men, they didn' care, but most don' like that. That girl would be for Dr. Arkan to play with. A lot of them..., they din' come back when they went to play with him." Lucinda paused to be certain the women surrounding her understood her last phrase. Rapt attention came from each of them. Lucinda continued: "Charlotte, she was an Army nurse. They kidnapped her durin' operation Desert Storm. They used her like that, too. An' one night she got lucky. She got a chance to get fucked by the General. I don' know how she did it, but she talked him into makin' up these rooms and lettin' the officers earn time with us as a reward. She promised we could make it a lot nicer for the men, if we weren't just a hot hole to be fucked. There was only the three of us left by that time, so it jus' barely worked." Dana interrupted her: "Only three left? So there were other women before us? Where did they come from? What happened to them?" Lucinda replied: "You don' listen, huh? I tol' you what happened to them. They went to play with Dr. Arkan. We don' none of us leave here alive. One of the reasons we don' leave here alive is 'cause we know too much. The General, he has a special project with a bunch of Chinese scientists. They're making an atom bomb that can fit in a suitcase. The General got a fire sale price on some Russian ICBM warheads and he's makin' them into somethin' that would be easy to smuggle into another country, like maybe the United States. If he can do that he gets big points with his boss. He got a whole bunch of big deal scientists from China and they brought their wives and girlfriends. When they didn' work hard, enough the General "motivated" them by takin' away their women and givin' them to his troops. When that didn' work he made them watch that cruzado, Dr. Arkan, play with a woman. I guess, they started workin' real hard after that. One by one those women, they go a little crazy, and Dr. Arkan, he gets them anyway. Su Li is the last one and I think the General just used her to 'motivate' them one more time. She just had a session with Dr. Arkan and they got to watch it on TV. I don' know what all he did, but at least part of it was he burned off her nipples with a welding torch. She's been recoverin' from the doctor's playtime for weeks. So when the schedule says you be dressed in a certain way, and be in a room at a certain time, you be there! Unnerstan'? An' you do whatever the man wants to do and you don' let any complaints get back to the General, unless you wanna be a play toy for Dr. Arkan. Now shut up and let's get done what we gotta do." Dana's questions persisted: "So we know where Charlotte came from and where Su Li came from, but how about you? How did you wind up here. Were you with the Army too?" Lucinda's shoulders slumped and she let out a sigh. "Okay, one more story and then can we get the work done?" She looked over the group and received a silent nod from each. Lucinda took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she began "My mother was a whore in Tijuana. She was born on a farm, but her parents, they couldn' grow enough food to feed all the children, so they sent their oldest daughter to find a job in the city. She tried to make a livin' doin' odd jobs and even beggin', but she was starvin'. Pretty soon she was earning money as a whore. She got picked up by a bunch of college kids from a fancy ass ivy league college in the USA. One of the boys, it was his first time and he thought he was in love with her. He gave her all kinds of money and set her up in a nice apartment and came to visit her whenever he could. Lucinda was born about a year after they first met. I remember I had really pretty dresses and there was good food and I could go to school. Then he started to come to visit less and less and he didn' send so much money. One day he called to say he was gettin' married to a woman his family had picked for him. I guess they didn' want him marryin' a Tijuana whore, hey? His new wife didn' approve of him sendin' money to a woman in Mexico, so the money stopped comin'. Pretty soon Mama was back to doing the only thing she knew how to do for money." "Except, she was ten years older now and the gringo's... they like young whores. She hadda take the ones nobody else wanted to fuck. She got sick... bad sick. Now, I guess it was AIDS, but I was too little to know then. She didn' have no money for medicine and maybe there wasn' any to buy anyway. So, just before she died, she did the best she could to see that her little girl didn' starve to death." "She sold me to a cantina owner in Tijuana. You think you got it tough here? On my tenth birthday I sucked off a donkey in front of a hundred drunken gringo's. And every day after that, I got to do it twice a day. And when I wasn't on stage, I got to "entertain" lots of gringos. Old gringo's, they like to fuck really young girls. They pay extra for it. If you cry a little when you take their thing in your mouth, huh? And scream a little when they stick it in your bottom? They give you extra money. You don' get to keep it, 'cause the cantina owner, he has to be paid for your food and clothes and whatever else he can think of that costs always a little more than whatever you get. But if you make enough, he will feed you and not beat you..., that day. And maybe... just maybe, you only have to suck him off before he has his siesta instead of him fucking your ass. A couple years later I got these." Her hands caressed her large breasts. "I had my first period about six months before that. It scared me all to hell. No one tol' what it was gonna be like. One of the other whores hadda explain to me what a period was." "Once my titta's started gettin' big, the cantina owner, he was really angry, 'cause even shavin' my pussy didn' make me look like I was younger than ten years old. So for my thirteenth birthday, they made me fuck the donkey. And twice a day, when it wasn't my birthday. When I turned 15, they taught the donkey to fuck me in my asshole. I got tired of that in a hurry. I tried to run away. Before I left, I cut that fuckin' donkey's balls off and then I ran like hell." "I tried to sneak into the USA. I thought maybe I could find my father and he could get me a job doin'... I don' know what, but somethin' else, anyway. I was stupid. I din' know nothin'. The guards at the border, they stopped me. They put me in a cell and then they called the owner of the cantina. He told them he was my father and he thanked them for findin' me. I think he thanked them with nice money, so they wouldn' ask why it took four grown up men to get me into my "father's" truck. When we got back to the cantina, they beat the crap out of me till I passed out and the next day they did it again and the day after that. And then they sold me to the General's man." "How old are you, Lucinda?" asked Dana. Lucinda straightened and looked her in the eye as she answered: "Today is my birthday, and since you're here, I get the day off, but don' count on a big fancy cake and a pinata, hey? I'm 21 years old." "Oh gosh!" Beth exclaimed, "I thought you were like way older than me." Lucinda's eyes smoldered as she replied: "Yeah, well you try gettin' raped a dozen times a day for a year or two and we'll see how long you stay young. Now, we got everybody's gawdamm life story, hey? Now gawdammit, we gotta get this done." A somewhat subdued group of women attacked the pallet of boxes and packages. They sorted the sizes to the appropriate person and stored their garments under Lucinda's direction. Beth was adamant that she would never be able to learn to walk in the four inch heels provided for her. Lucinda assured her the choices would be either learn or break an ankle. But a broken ankle was not a release from the work schedule. There would be no days off to recover. With her curiosity still leading her, Dana left the others to look over the chart on the door and asked: "Hey, there's only one listing for us new girls today. It says what outfits we wear and it's blocked out for several hours, but under the room it says 'Special'. What does that mean?" Lucinda shrugged her shoulders and said simply: "Charlotte din' tell me an' I don' know. But if it's special, you better be ready early, and lookin' good or we all got our asses in a sling." "Well there's only one other thing on the list. During our 'special', Su Li has "Chinatown" for the whole time. What's that all about?" asked Dana. Lucinda told her: "That's what Charlotte calls the area where them Chinese work. They still get laid once in a while. Su Li is the last of their women. If they've been good, the General, he sends her down to take care of their needs. Course, I don't know how much good she's gonna be to them in the shape she's in now." Beth asked: "She can hardly sit up. How is she going to even walk to wherever this Chinatown is?" Again, Lucinda shrugged. "Then I'm gonna have to help her get down there. Charlotte tol' you we gotta help each other. The General don' let nobody miss a day on their schedule. Don' forget, hey? When we're done here, you ladies gotta start shavin' your cunts. Any you gonna need help with that? Patty girl, maybe you want help? I could do a real careful job for you, hey?" Dana quickly spoke up to insist she didn't need any help. Kristin whispered to Beth that she would help her, if she needed it, and asking Beth to help her, if she needed it in turn. The time allowed for preparation went quickly. Chapter Five A: The Warm Up Event This time it was a group of only four women who followed Charlotte down the hallway between their guards. Again they all wore the chador, but Charlotte had been most specific about the costumes under the concealing wraps. Beth and Kristin were in lingerie. Beth had been helped into a green waist cincher. Her already trim waistline was compressed even further. Garter stockings and heels in matching colors completed the outfit. The green served to accentuate her flame red hair. Kristin had been dressed in all red garter belt, stockings and heels. Both girls were painfully aware of how their newly shaven genitals were prominently displayed by their outfits. Charlotte had been insistent that their makeup must be perfect. Lucinda had been pressed into duty to help Beth, who had seldom worn makeup before. Beth's makeup had to be done a second time, as she had spoiled the first job when she burst into tears, begging to spared from the ordeal to come. Kristin had managed to control her own tears but she was clearly frightened. As the group made ready to leave, Dana had jokingly suggested the two younger women's outfits made them look like a Christmas present for Hugh Hefner, but no one laughed. Charlotte had "let slip" to Dana and Patty that they would be "assisting" in a "welcoming" ceremony. They were to dress in their leather outfits. These were made of linked, large, flat leather rings which served to only partially conceal some of their skin. Their breasts were supported, but mostly bare. The rings provided some cover for their torso and legs but left their pubic area and buttocks exposed. Black, high heeled ankle boots completed the outfits. Everyone but Charlotte wore ankle and wrist cuffs of thick leather with sturdy D-rings. AS they walked toward their destination, Dana pondered how odd it was that they were to walk through the public areas without showing an inch of skin and yet be so scandalously dressed under their chador. Charlotte had stopped enroute, to pick up with a small suitcase. When the other women asked about it's contents she put them off with: Supplies! Now fergit it!" Beth and Kristin had been certain their guards were leading them back to the auditorium and were somewhat relieved when Charlotte had whispered that a gymnasium was their destination. When the girls arrived, their guards took up station outside the door and Charlotte led them in. Upon entering, they found the room much smaller than the auditorium. A boxing ring filled the center. The ropes that would normally mark the edges of the ring had been removed. The ring itself was lowered so that all the seats around it looked down to the action therein. On each corner, an aisle led from an exit door to the edge of the ring. Two bondage crosses, a meter apart, occupied the center of the ring. Chains hung from each corner of the X-shapes. Rather than the usual heavy wooden timbers these were made from the same steel Dr. Arkan's impaling mechanism had used. The arms were jointed in several places and the centers were padded. Again, large television screens were available to provide close ups and instant replays of the action in the ring. The seats were completely filled, with very few exceptions . All the men present were in fatigues, except for a small group seated along either side of one aisle, very close to the ring. They were dressed in robes, as if there were to be a boxing match. Along a third aisle, were what was clearly a medical contingent in whites, several with medical bags. Dr. Arkan had a seat among them. On one side of the ring the seats had been removed completely, continuing several rows up from ringside. A short C-shaped wall separated an area with a large comfortable sofa from the rest of the seats. The floor in front of the sofa was strewn with pillows. The General, also wearing a robe, walked around his private box, joking with the officers in nearby seats. When the girls reached the bottom of the aisle, Charlotte told Kristin and Beth they were to help her in attaching Dana and Patty to the crosses. Dana exclaimed: "What the fuck? I thought those two were supposed to be the goddamned entertainment!" Charlotte fixed her with a hard gaze and whispered: "Shhhh! They are! This is gonna be just like a boxin' card. There's a warm up match, afore the main event, and the two o' y'all are it. Don' try ta fool around here now! Just do as Ah say, or the good doctor over there will have two more ta try out his marvelous toys. Y'all hear me? Alrighty! Now follow me!" Charlotte led the group of women onto the stage and a round of applause greeted them. Charlotte hissed under her breath to them: "Alright, now take off your chador and, whatever y'all do, don't go tryin' ta cover yerselves with yer hands." Following her own advice she quickly began to undress. With somewhat less dispatch, the other girls followed suit. Under Charlotte's direction Beth and Kristin gathered up the discarded clothing and carried it to an empty space along one edge of the stage. When they were finished, Charlotte directed them to line up facing the General. She then hissed: "Now, do exactly as Ah do!" She bowed from the waist, placing her hands under her breasts, as if offering them to the General. Somewhat bewildered the girls followed suit and the General led another round of applause. At a sign from the General they were released to straighten up and Charlotte led Beth and Kristin through the process of securing the two other girls to the bondage racks. While they were busy making last adjustments to the chains holding Dana and Patty in a spread-eagle, Charlotte opened her case. She removed what looked like a wide length of cloth, six small boxes and two very small boxes. These she placed in a row along one edge of the ring. Closing her case, she directed Beth to stand at the edge of the ring facing Patty. Kristin took up station opposite Dana. Charlotte walked around the two bound girls winding the length of cloth around their midsections as she went. The band extended from just below their breasts to just above their hips. When she was finished, the girl's torsos were totally immobilized. Opening two of the small boxes, Charlotte removed identical penis gags. Summoning Kristin and Beth, she instructed them to place them on the bound girls. Kristin immediately grasped the concept and Dana was soon staring toward the ceiling trying to breath through her nose and keep the penis shape from gagging her. Beth, the more naive of the two, caused hoots of derision and bursts of laughter when she affixed the gag to Patty's face with the phallus shape pointing toward the audience. The cameras picked up the mistake and all the men in the hall could laugh at her mistake. Charlotte looked into one of the screens to see what was the matter and played to the audience by dramatically rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Coming to Beth's aid, she directed the unbound girls to their places at the edge of the ring and attempted to correct Beth's work. She removed the gag and presented it, correctly oriented, to Patty's mouth. Patty refused to open her mouth and there followed more laughter as Charlotte tried several times, unsuccessfully to force it past her lips. Exasperated, Charlotte whispered to her: "Ah am sorry honey, but when they stop laughing we's both in deep shit." She backed away just the slightest amount and took one of Patty's large nipples between thumb and forefinger. Whispering: "Please forgive me.", she used a fingernail to mercilessly squeeze the captured nipple. Patty opened her mouth in a shriek of pain and the gag was quickly inserted. It took several more moments to quiet Patty and let her find the position that afforded the least discomfort from this new item. Stepping in as if to check the gag again, Charlotte spoke quietly to the two girls: "Ah am really sorry, but Ah gotta do what Ah gotta do. Yer buddy Cheryl, God rest her soul, shoulda made that easy to understan'." Now returning to the line of boxes at the edge of the ring, she picked up the two smallest boxes and opened them. Inside each was another box which opened like jewelry boxes. Charlotte dramatically walked a circuit around the ring displaying the contents to the crowd. Applause followed her porgies. Coming back to her starting point, she announced in a loud voice, first in Farsi, then in English: "Ah am sorry girls. I clean forgot ta tell y'all somethin'. Y'all must have noticed the jewelry in my nipple and Lucinda's. Y'all shoulda figgered it was gonna happen ta y'all, too. Well..." she paused dramatically, "tonight's the night." Unintelligible grunts from the bound girls and gasps from Beth and Kristin greeted her announcement. Not waiting for the news to sink in, Charlotte walked to the side of the ring facing the medical group. Bowing to them, she invited them to join her on stage. Four men arose from the group and, in pairs, proceeded to prepare each of the bound women. The first pair swabbed each woman's left breast with a large sponge filled with disinfectant. This process took longer than was necessary for strictly medical reasons. The second pair then quickly injected each disinfected breast with a painkiller and the men retired to their seats. Charlotte returned to the bound women again, this time with a lubricant smeared on each hand. As she smeared each girls crotch, she whispered to them: "Ah am sorry girls, y'all gotta believe me. Now we're just gonna kill some time ta let thet there painkiller numb up yer nipples a mite. They didn' do that fo' me and Ah thought Ah was gonna lose my mind, it hurt so terrible. This is gonna be embarrasin' and uncomfortable, but it's better than havin' yer nipples pierced without any he'p. Just trust me!" Returning to her row of boxes, she emptied two more. Again making a circuit of the ring, she displayed two large black butt plugs. Coating them copiously with lubricant she summoned Beth and Kristin and quickly explained where these were to go. Kristin had no difficulty in slowly introducing the invader into Dana's rectum. Beth was in tears as she knelt in front of Patty and could only hang onto the girls leg, making no effort to complete her task. Catcalls from the audience greeted her failure. Charlotte quickly relieved her of the unused plug and loudly announced, again first in Arabic and then in English: "Y'all kin put it up her behind or y'all can have it in yers. Which do y'all wanta do, Beth? Y'all got three seconds ta make up yer mind!" This pronouncement was met with laughter from the crowd and more tears protest from Beth. Charlotte muttered to herself: "On the other hand, this might be for the better." To Beth she said:" Alrighty! Go ta yer spot on the edge o' the stage and git down on yer hands and knees. Keep yer butt up in the air and put yer head down on the mat. Move! Now!" Totally overwhelmed, Beth could do more than hang onto Patty and cry. Frightened by the tone of Charlotte's voice and the cat calls that were erupting from the crowd, Kristin came from the other side of the ring and helped Beth to move. Once she was in position, Charlotte told Kristin: "Go get plenty of that lube over there." When Kristin returned, she asked Charlotte: "Why don't you hold her and I'll put it in? I remember how it felt my first time. She's my friend. Let me take her butt cherry? Okay?" Charlotte did not look convinced, but she replied sotto voce: "Alrighty! Take it real easy, but give 'em a good show." She then knelt with her legs on either side of Beth's head, resting her labia lightly on Beth's neck. From there she reached back to spread Beth's buttcheeks. Frightened sobbing could be heard from between Charlotte's legs. Kristin swallowed hard and spread a heavy coating of lubrication all along the intended area of operation. With a gesture for patience to Charlotte, she bent down and whispered in Beth's ear: "The lady on top of you is your mistress. She's holding you to spread your cheeks so every one of these men can see your bottom. She's going to have a dildo put in your asshole in front of all of them and you will have to display yourself to them, with it in you. There are lots of men... getting hot... watching you being penetrated." She straightened again and with a shrug to Charlotte, she began to plant the butt plug in Beth's backdoor. Little cries of "NO!... It's too big!... Owweeee! Owwweeee! Owweeeee! Ta hayke... it... ouoooooot! NO! NO!" accompanied each inch of butt plug as it was slowly, inexorably, forced into her virgin asshole. A split screen allowed those in the back seats to admire not only the progress of the plug, but the look on Beth's face as the process continued. When, at last, the deed was done, Kristin again knelt down to whisper in Beth's ear. "When your mistress gets off of you, don't try to move. Just stay put. All these men are looking at you with a butt plug up your ass and wishing it was their "thing" in you. They all want you." Charlotte judged that Beth would do as Kristin had suggested and stood up. Beth remained where she had been placed, the greasy stopper of the butt plug gleaming in the room lights, her sobs barely audible. Charlotte took in a deep breath and announced: "Now let's git the show on the road ag'in." She opened the last two boxes and produced large phallic dildoes. Enlisting Kristin to help, the two quickly coated the dildoes with lubrication. Kneeling before Dana and Patty, they introduced the dildoes slowly into the bound womens' vaginas. Patty was almost silent as Charlotte pushed the huge phallus into her. A heavy blowing and whining accompanied Kristin's efforts with Dana. A quick whisper from Charlotte: "Twist the base! They vibrate!" was quickly obeyed. Now that this part was complete, Charlotte directed Kristin to kneel on the edge of the stage mirroring Beth. Charlotte approached the side of the stage where the medical group sat and bowed to them. As she bowed, she cupped her breasts and nodded to Dr. Arkan. Receiving his nod in return, she straightened and walked further around the ring until she faced the General. Again she bowed, presenting herself as before. This time the General beckoned to her. As she approached, he opened his robe to display a huge erection. Without being told Charlotte came forward until she could kneel between his legs and immediately placed her hands behind her back. With no waste motions she captured his penis in her mouth and her head began to bob up and down. Dr. Arkan picked up the nipple jewelry from the edge of the ring. He looked from one bound woman to the other and elected to start with Dana. The numbing effect of the painkiller was at its maximum, but it was not enough to completely eliminate the pain of penetrating such a sensitive area. Knowing that the General was watching his every move on the TV screens (which afforded close ups of Dana' breast from above), Dr. Arkan was very careful to place the piercing almost at the point where the nipple joined the areola and as perpendicular to the line of her body as possible. A muffled scream accompanied his slow and steady pushing of the pin-like stud. When it was complete, a single drop of blood formed on the newly installed jewelry. The doctor took a spoon from his shirt pocket and captured the drop of blood. Tears flowed from Dana's eyes and she sobbed with her eyes closed, waiting for the pain to subside. Somehow, even through her pain, she could sense Dr. Arkan towering over her, glaring at her, and she opened her eyes. He stared into her eyes, until it was obvious that he had her undivided attention. He made her look at her own blood on the spoon and then at his face. He licked the blood off the spoon and smiled down at her. Dana's eyes shut again and sobs wracked her. It wasn't just the terror of the perverted Doctor that tore at her. The damage to her self image was more intensive. She had always been proud of her breasts. They were naturally large and well shaped. Many women had paid handsomely for surgery to have breasts like hers. Now they were just a setting for an ornament. A Cyrillic character hung from the hoop attached to the stud in her nipple. Charlotte had explained that it was the first letter of the Arabic word for "Slave." A cheer arose from the assembly as he stepped back and gestured toward his handiwork. The large television screens showed close ups of Dana's face and breasts. The lower part of her face was completely covered by the gag, but the stream of tears that flowed from her eyes easily conveyed the pain, both physical and psychic, within the woman. Dr. Arkan now approached Patty. She regarded him from the corner of her eye with fear, but only for his obvious sadism. She had known a number of women with piercings and had considered it for herself on more than one occasion. This was not the way she had pictured a piercing being acquired nor where she would have chosen to be pierced. But, it held no fear for her, other than the pain. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him. The doctor saw her trying to tune him out and rejected her attempt to ignore him. A slap from the doctor rang like a shot throughout the auditorium and turned one entire side of her face scarlet. A moment later his backhand caught her across the other cheek. Tears welled from her eyes and grunting sounds accompanied the shuddering movements of her body. Now satisfied with her "attitude" Dr. Arkan quickly completed the piercing. This time he made no pretense of using a spoon and piggishly attached his mouth to Patty's nipple, avidly sucking and swallowing the small amount of blood from the piercing. Again a cheer arose as he stepped away from the woman and the cameras zoomed in on her face and breasts. Obviously pleased with himself, the doctor returned to his seat. At a sign from the General, Charlotte released his penis from her mouth and returned to the ring. Deciding Beth would be of little help in her current state, she summoned Kristin to help in releasing the two bound women. Chapter Five B: The Main Event Kristin removed the phallic vibrator from Patty, placing it in the more prosaic 'box' in which it had entered the arena, while Charlotte removed her penis gag. Patty gulped in huge breaths of air, while she was released from bondage. After a quick swig from a water bottle, like a fighter between rounds, she was ready to assist Charlotte. Kristin was directed to her kneeling position, again mirroring Beth. Patty took the lead in unplugging and releasing Dana, while Charlotte produced yet more boxes from her suitcase. As she reached in close to release Dana's wrists, Patty whispered in her ear: "Hurts like shit, right?" Dana's response was an "Shit! Oh Shit! It hurts big time. That fucking puke was really enjoying mutilating us." As she released the other wrist, Patty whispered: "Just shrug it off! That's the only way to keep that bastard away from us. Just do what we gotta do!" The two women in Leather made the necessary adjustments to the bondage frame for Kristin and attached her wrist and ankles per Charlotte's instructions. While the three of them were busy, Charlotte spoke to an almost unresponsive Beth: "Darlin', here's what's gonna happen. Y'all are gonna have a little nipple jewelry to match ours and then y'all are gonna be penetrated sexually three times. And then we'll all go back to our beds, okay? Do y'all understand that, honey?" Beth's response was a minimal nod. "Alright then, honey! Here we go! C'mon!" Charlotte led Beth to the empty apparatus. With Patty and Dana's help Beth was soon locked in a spread-eagle opposite Kristin. Without being told, Patty and Dana took up Beth and Kristin's now vacated stations at the sides of the ring. The room rang with screams as the girls nipples were pierced by Dr. Arkan. The numbing provided by the medical team took over fairly quickly, but there had been less time for it to take effect before the piercing. Dr. Arkan fairly glowed with pleasure as he returned to his seat. Beth was crying loudly when Charlotte was again allowed to release the General's penis from her oral care. She rummaged in her case and came up with some kleenex and the water bottle. Somehow she quieted the young woman and held the kleenex while Beth blew her nose. After Beth had had a quick swig from the water bottle, Charlotte hissed: "Listen ta me, dammit! If'n the guy tries ta stick his dick down yer throat, y'all gotta breath through yer nose. Do y'all hear what Ah'm sayin'?" Even knowing the men's patience would be small, she repeated it over and over until Beth parroted back her directions. Charlotte led Dana and Patty through the process of rearranging the bondage frames so the bound girls were bent at the waist. The arms of the bondage frame now held their arms extended toward the floor. The padded portion of the X partially supported their torso's, with their bottoms slightly higher than their heads. Their legs were held wide apart by the respective legs of their bondage frames. Patty and Dana did their best to make the young women comfortable in this new position with minimal adjustments to the apparatus, while Charlotte returned to her now nearly empty suitcase. Charlotte summoned Patty and Dana to her. While squeezing a copious amount of lube in the right hand of each women, Charlotte whispered. "Okay, now y'all are the fluffers for the boys coming up next. If'n they pick a red ping pong ball with her number on it, they're gonna fuck her mouth. If'n they get a white ball, they're gonna do her pussy and I guess y'all can figger where it goes if'n they pull out a black ball. If it ain't red, they're gonna come up ta y'all fer a blowjob first, afore they stick it ta the girls. Y'all stay kneelin behind yer girl the entire time and maybe even help 'em get it in the hole that goes with the ping pong ball. While their humpin' away, y'all just face away from the action and stay on yer knees. Patty, honey, remember: y'all gotta keep yer knees spread wide. They wanna see yer pretty pussy. Arighty?" "Dana, I'm puttin' y'all behind Beth. Do as good a blowjob as y'all kin, fer as long as y'all kin get 'em ta stand fer it. The closer y'all get 'em ta blowin' their load, the easier it's gonna be on her. When he pulls out o' yer mouth, make sure y'all get plenty o' thet lube on his dick. And if y'all get a chance, try to slip as much inta her as y'all kin. We're s'posed ta lube her by lickin' on her, but Ah think y'all kin probably git away with a few pokes with a lubed up finger er two. It's a hell of a way ta lose yer maidenhead, but there y'all have it. Do what y'all kin fer her. Got thet?" Dana nodded and walked over to take up station behind Beth. The cameras zoomed in on her face as her mouth disappeared between Beth's cheeks. Squawks of protest came from Beth, as Dana lightly penetrated her nether orifices with a lubricated finger and then fingers. Charlotte whispered essentially the same directions to Patty and then added: "Ah don' suppose this is yer kinda thing, but there ain't no he'p fer it. Y'all kin take their dicks in yer mouth for a little while, or y'all kin switch with me and try deep throatin' the General. If he blows his load, ya gotta swaller it all, an' don' take him outta yer mouth until he says ya kin. Yer call?" Without a word, Patty forced an exaggerated grin and walked toward Kristin. A look of genuine pleasure was momentarily visible, before her mouth began to service Kristin's privates. As Charlotte reached into her case again to pull out two velvet bags, she whispered loudly: "And keep yer teeth off'n their dicks ladies, whatever y'all do!" Charlotte removed two velvet bags, one red and one green, from her case. The bags had wooden handles and resembled the ones a magician might use. She again bowed to the General, cupping her breasts and then bowed similarly to the robed group of men. The first two lucky soldiers arose to cheers and catcalls from the audience. Casting aside their robes, it was obvious their hard muscled bodies would have looked at home in a bodybuilding competition. They each reached inside a bag held out to them by Charlotte. She had done her best to quickly gauge which man was the more endowed and send him Kristin's way. The green bag gave up a red ball to Beth's first partner. He immediately moved to stand in front of her. His penis needed no coaxing to stand at attention. It stood hard against his belly and he made a play of stroking himself while pointing at Dana. Positioned with her back to him, Dana could not know what provoked the catcalls and laughter. With no further ado, the soldier grabbed hold of Beth's jaw and forced his penis into her mouth. Having little idea of what to do with him, Beth did her best to wiggle her head back and forth, while squeezing him with her lips. Charlotte had chosen better than she knew. The young lieutenant was a relative newcomer to sex himself and was rapidly moving toward orgasm. He quickly began short strokes in counterpoint to Beth's efforts to caress his shaft. Kristin called encouragement to her: "Yeah! You go girl! Suck him good! Alright, Yeah!" After picking a black ball, Krisin's intended partner had stopped to enjoy more of Patty's oral ministrations than was strictly necessary. Having grabbed her by the hair, he rapidly masturbated himself with her lips. When she tried to resist him by simply relaxing her lips, leaving him almost no friction, he had taken that as a sign to force his length into her throat. She had quickly returned to sucking him and giving him firm pressure with her lips. When he was ready for a new sensation, the soldier withdrew. Patty did her best to appear subservient by helping to place his penis tightly against Kristin's anus. This had given her a chance to place a reasonable amount of lube on his penis. Remembering that Kristin was a vaginal virgin and what was yet to come, she had attempted to hold back as much lubrication as she felt she could without endangering Kristin's rectum. Kristin was no stranger to anal penetration. She had learned to cope with the occasional drunken football player, who was determined to share his buddy's good fortune without thinking to ask Kristin's permission first. She mentally prepared herself for the penetration to come. "Damn this bastard. I'm gonna try to like this, no matter what. I'm not gonna let him hurt me. I've done this plenty before. This is just one more dick. He's gonna pull out of me as limp as a shrimp and I'm gonna be able to just keep on goin'." Over and over she repeated parts of this mantra to herself. With no concern for the young woman's welfare, the soldier proceeded to ram himself into her anus, burying his length within her rectum in one continuous push. "Heeyahh! Fuck! Hoooooooo! Ho! Fuck Me! Ki Yi Yi Yeeeeee!" came from Kristin in reaction. The cheers and catcalls from the audience were loud and long. Hearing Kristin and watching her face was too much for the soldier being serviced by Beth. He quickly dumped a load of semen in Beth's mouth. The gagging sounds and sight of his semen pouring from her lips were enough to produce more excitement for him. He took his penis in his hand and shook the rest of his spending onto her face. He rubbed the last of it off in her hair and raised his hands, looking for all the world as though he had won a boxing match. Again the cheers and catcalls filled the room. An instant replay of the event was well received by those who had been concentrating on Kristin's penetration and had missed the completion of Beth's first forced oral sodomy. Now all eyes focussed on Kristin as her partner began to stroke in earnest. "Fuck me! Oh Man! Yeah! Fuck my asshole you sumbitch!" came vociferously from Kristin. A litany of encouragement accompanied by what little wiggling of her luscious posterior her bondage permitted, served to motivate her penetrater. The soldier reammed her with long slow strokes, his excitement building as the young woman urged him on. He couldn't understand the words, but the tone of her voice and the motions of her body were powerfully arousing. When he grabbed her by the hips and began to rummage as deeply in her guts as possible, with short jackhammer like strokes, Kristin announced her fate. "OH SHEEEEEEEIT. I'MMMM GONNAAA COMMMME...... OHHH FUUUUCK... MEEEEEEEE....... YEEEEHAH... HAH... HAHHHHH!" Her rectal muscles bore down on the soldier's penis and together with her screams he was excited beyond his ability to hold back. He began to spurt and the feeling of him pulsing in her guts brought Kristin to another orgasm. The room erupted with cheers as though her rapist had just scored a winning soccer goal. He raised his arms in victory and paraded around the ring. Then, restoring their robes, the two soldiers headed for their seats with huge grins. Charlotte had not been able to watch the events, having been on her knees servicing the General, yet again. Kristin's explosive climax, together with a small amount of handwork on the General's shaft had produced a copious climax for her to deal with. When he gave her permission to remove his penis from her mouth, she scurried back into the ring. The next pair of soldiers had already disrobed and awaited her by the bound girls. While picking up the bags, Charlotte again made a quick survey of the penises presented her. She winced when it appeared there would be no help for it. Each young woman was about to receive a healthy helping of man meat. She offered the bags and each soldier pulled out his selection. Both balls were white. The two soldiers approached their targets from the rear. Having observed his predecessor, the soldier being serviced by Patty simply grabbed her head and began to pump his length in and out of her mouth and throat. The gagging and retching sounds seem to fascinate him. Beth's partner was not minded to stop for "servicing" by Dana. With his penis bravely pointed to the ceiling and his eyes fixed on Beth's shaven pubic area, he walked right past the kneeling girl. Quickly thinking, Dana grabbed his hand and pulled like a child demanding attention. When the soldier looked at her she did her best to get his attention. She shook her head to bring attention to her blonde hair. Then, while playing with her non-pierced nipple, she ran her tongue around her lips and alternated staring at his penis and looking up with a pleading gaze into his eyes. It worked. Being less of a novice at orally pleasuring a man, she was able to take the head of the man's penis into her throat with little preliminary. She did her best to engage his eyes with hers and to spider claw his testicles, all the while keeping a deep rhythm on his penis. In a few moments his eyes closed and he began to pump his hips in time to Dana's bobbing head. The rough treatment Patty was receiving was more than she could stand for long. Wishing she could do more for Kristin, but needing to save herself she pulled away from the soldier in front of her and began to rapidly masturbate him with her lubricant coated hand. This evidently was not pleasing to the soldier and he slapped her aside, to step up behind Kristin. Wasting no time, he positioned himself and began to drive into Kristin's vagina. Her hymen was quickly broken, but this did not go unnoticed by her rapist. He quickly pulled himself free from her to check for any blood. A tiny amount of blood was evidence of his being the first to penetrate her there. With a roar of self congratulation, he placed his hand under his penis and slowly turned to proudly display the bit of blood to the crowd. With another roar he was back at her again, this time sinking the length of his shaft into her in one long continuous push. A high pitched scream from Kristin accompanied his effort. He began to pump in and out of her, slowly withdrawing himself to the point where his penis was barely held by her labia and then almost leaping forward to drive himself full length into the bound woman. Feeling as though the breath were being driven from her with each stroke and experiencing a sharp pain in the irritated area where her hymen had been attached, Kristin alternated between grunting and squealing. The crowd seemed very excited by the tableau the two presented and cheers and encouragement were showered upon her rapist. The cheers served to bring the soldier in Dana's mouth back to reality. Having surrendered himself to Dana's not inconsiderable ability to pleasure a man orally, he was rapidly approaching his crisis. Quickly pulling himself from her mouth, he hurried to position himself behind Beth. Feeling the need for speed, he drove himself into Beth, bursting her hymen and burying his full length within her. Her shrieks brought more cheers and catcalls as he came to a stop within her. A few short strokes were the best he could summon, before spilling his load into her. He quickly removed himself from the sobbing girl. The next soldier stepped up to claim Beth's remaining virginal orifice. Dana did her best to keep a stroking motion on the soldier's penis, as she removed the dildo from Beth's rectum. He slapped her hand away the moment the dildo was clear. Beth had been quietly weeping after the last violation. Her screams took on a whole new pitch and volume as she was mercilessly sodomized. At the same time the last of the six bounded forward, stripping off his robe. This newcomer proceeded to bury his length in Kristin's throat without preliminaries and exchanged high fives with his compatriot, who was still busy in Kristin's vagina. They both played to the crowd, waving and grinning, as they drove in and out of the bound girl. Her squeals and panting for breath inspired them to variations in rhythm. First they both inserted themselves into their respective orifices as deeply as possible and withdrew together. Then they alternated. It appeared to the crowd almost as though there were one huge penis pushing into Kristin's mouth and sticking out of her vagina. Soon their efforts lost all rhythm as their climax approached and Kristin received a huge helping of semen down her throat and deep within her vagina. The poor girl was afraid she would drown in semen. Fortunately for her, the man in her throat softened and shrank quickly. His withdrawal left her wheezing and coughing. She did her best to draw a huge breath into her lungs without inhaling semen. This left the last soldier to "perform" pumping away into Beth's tortured rectum. As Kristin recovered from her double teaming, she could hear Beth's squeals of pain. Having regained the use of her mouth, Kristin called to the other women: "For pete's sake, somebody help her. Lick that guy's asshole, feed him some tit. Overload him so he comes, for shit's sake." Hearing the sense in her words Dana turned to position herself between the soldiers wide spread legs and placed her hands on his reciprocating butt cheeks. The soldier slowed his motions and tried to look back at Dana to see what she was up to. His eyes closed and a rapturous expression came over his face as he felt Dana begin to lick his balls and anal area. At the same time Patty approached and pulled his head to her chest offering him a nipple to suckle. Her hands caressed his chest and she began to play with his nipples. A roar from the crowd confirmed the envious approval of the attention being showered on their comrade in arms. True to Kristin's words, it was too much for the poor fellow. Burying his full length in the suffering woman, he shouted incoherently at the arrival of his climax. He was accompanied by screams from Beth at the roughness and depth of the penetration she was forced to endure. Again, the crowd roared their approval of the scene. The General had delayed his orgasm to time it with the action onstage. The volume of his ejaculation was less this time. His pleasure was not diminished due to the increased sensitivity of his penis. He buried himself in Charlotte's throat and spurted several times. Charlotte's eyes never left his face. When his breathing returned to normal, he smiled and nodded to her, giving her permission to release his penis. He caressed her hair as she rested her head against his thigh. A motion with his chin reminded her that she must quickly retake the stage. She grasped the hand in her hair, covering it with kisses before rising to scramble back to her charges. The remaining soldier showed no intention of leaving the women. Playing to the crowd, Charlotte raised his arm like a winning boxer and escorted him to the four sides of the boxing ring. Careful planning left him in front of the section where his comrades waited to greet him. He was welcomed like a victorious athlete. Charlotte turned back to the women and ordered them to free Beth and Kristin, before someone got the bright idea to come back for seconds or start an impromptu gangbang. Beth, still sobbing, was barely able to waddle away from the bondage frame, once she was released. Kristin took her in tow. Mirroring their entrance, the women again lined up in front of the General. Charlotte led them in a bow and the General nodded their release. They wasted no time in dressing and proceeding out of the gymnasium as quickly as Beth's pained gait would allow them. Chapter Five C: What has Su Li been up to? Using the security cameras, I could follow the women's trip back to their barracks. When they got there, Lucinda was seated at the "kitchen table" with Su Li. Lucinda made a remark that it was easy to figure out who had just had their nipples pierced. They were the ones walking with their right arm inside their chador to keep the clothing from rubbing against their piercing. Charlotte closed the barracks door, giving the illusion of shutting out the rest of the world. The new arrivals helped each other remove their outfits, changed to their fatigues, and headed for their cots. Patty could be heard complaining to Dana: "Damn! I sleep on my stomach. How the hell am I gonna get to sleep with this thing hanging out of my boob? It's sore as hell and I'll be pulling on it every time I move. If I ever get to sleep, that is." Dana's reply was a most disparaging estimate of Dr. Arkan's genealogy. When she got about three generations back, Patty interrupted her with: "That goddam son of a bitch thought he had me scared of him. I was doing fine until he smacked my head while that fucking dildo was down my throat. I started choking on the damned thing and I was afraid if I started to hurl, I would drown in it. Why do men want to stick something down your throat and then expect you to get turned on by it? The dumb shits have absolutely no clue where a clitoris is, but they ought to damn well know it isn't in our throats." Beth was quietly sobbing in Kristin's arms. Kristin did her best to quiet Beth's protesting that it wasn't fair to lose her virginity that way. It wasn't anything like her fantasies and it hurt like hell. Over and over she insisted that she was in real pain and there was no possible way she could have sex with a man again by tomorrow. Kristin had no idea of what to say, but could only hold her close and try to tell her that somehow it was going to be okay. Sensing that the complaining could go on for some time, Su Li spoke up loudly: "Charlotte, can you please ask all of us to come to the table? I have very important things to tell you!" Sensing the seriousness in her voice, Charlotte did her best to get them assembled. I turned up the gain on the microphone over their table to hear Su Li. "I have just come from my countrymen. They can no longer delay their project. It is complete, but the General thinks it will take yet two more weeks. We have decided that there can be no delay. We do not wish the devices we have created to be used by the General or others like him. At midnight, tonight, we will destroy this compound by exploding one of the devices. I am telling you this so you can have time to prepare yourselves to die. I do not know what your god or gods require, but you will go to them in less than an hour now. My husband has assured me he will not fail." "Oh shit!" was all I could think of. I wasn't ready to die yet. Not only that, but there were way too many blast doors between Chinatown and the other end of the compound. They might explode their device and take as much as half of the place with them, but they would never get it all. Not only that, but the explosion might result in only partial damage to Dr. Arkan's area. The damn bacteria or virus or whatever bug he was working on might be let loose with the only vaccine in the world located down in this hole. I had to stop this. There had to be some way to keep my personal ass from being destroyed in nuclear fire and still frustrate the General's plans. A half-ass plan began to form in my mind as I started the necessary commands to take control of the internal phone system. I only needed a few moments to reconnect a few circuits the General thought shouldn't exist. The women were still recovering from the shock of Su Li's announcement when I took the camera off automatic sweep. A few more key strokes and I could use a joy stick to waggle the camera. I was probably taking some years off the motor's usable life, but as long as it kept working for the next few minutes, it would add to my usable life considerably. It was Beth who noticed the noise coming from the camera enclosure. "Hey, look up there! I think Mr. Camera Guy is trying to get our attention. Sure, look! He's nodding the camera now." I tried to point the camera toward the phone on their wall, hoping they would pick it up. The General had insisted on having the ringer removed and it's circuit was supposed to be out of service, but I had managed to take care of that latter problem. "What's he trying to do?" Kristin asked. Charlotte was quiet and only shook her head. Again and again, I tried to point at the phone. God bless her, it was Beth again who came up with: "Is he trying to point to the phone?" I stopped my pointing and tried to nod the camera as distinctly as I could. Lucinda said: "Forget it. That damn phone don' work. We been here for years and it ain't never worked in all that time." This time I used the camera to insistently indicate a "NO" and then pointed to the phone again. Beth got out of her chair, saying "Well, let me try it. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. And we're all gonna die in a few minutes, so what does it matter." She picked up the receiver and I fairly shouted: "Beth! Can you hear me? Tell Su Li she mustn't let her husband blow himself up, yet. It isn't going to get the whole complex. We can make that happen, but they mustn't do it, yet.! Tell Charlotte we can work something better out!" What came out of Beth's mouth was. "It's a man and he want's to talk to you, Charlotte." Fortunately Charlotte's head was working better and between the women and myself we managed to take my half ass plan and flesh it out into something that had a remote chance of actually working. The first thing was for me to make a connection into Chinatown and help Su Li to stop her husband. Once the connection was made and Su Li explained our plans to her husband's group, the pressure was off. They were willing to wait, as long as I could promise that the General would not be able to make use of their finished product. Hell, I definitely didn't want the General handing out suitcase nukes to a bunch of suicidal fanatics. I just wasn't willing to die to prevent it, if I didn't have to. Charlotte and I agreed on a particular camera movement that would mean I wanted to talk to them on the phone. We agreed to check back later in the week and then I had to get to work. I wasn't going to get much sleep tonight, but I promised myself a treat, if I did a good job. I needed to hunt down the records of these phone calls and eliminate them. Let's see... there were troop schedules to change. Can't do anything drastic, just enough to do what we need, but not enough that anyone was going to make objections that might get back to the General. Some maintenance requests were going to be needed for me to be able to move around. On the other hand, the general owed me some significant R&R time. I might just avail myself of some. In fact, how could I redo an entire department schedule without suspicion... It was going to be a long night, but it was going to be worth it. There were some things I couldn't mess with, but there was some room for latitude here... and there... The system audits at the end of the month would probably show that someone had been messing with their system. Fortunately, by then we would be gone, if our plans worked. If they didn't, then we would all be dead and it still wouldn't matter. I tried not to let that make me get sloppy. The next morning, I got hold of Charlotte and confirmed the General's birthday was in less than two weeks. Part of our plans required her to throw him a big party, one he would never forget. She would have to pitch it to him at the next "Weekly Report" but she was certain she could sell it. She had elaborated on her part of the plans and each of the women had been able to add something. I had to admit it was an improvement over anything I had come up with. I felt sort of guilty because it appeared we weren't going to get all of the women or any of the Chinese out safely, but it was the best we could do under the circumstances. Chapter Six: Dana and Patty entertain the General One of the things I couldn't reschedule was the General's entertainment for the next day. I had cleared Dana's and Patty's schedule for the entire day, but I couldn't free up their evening. The General would definitely have noticed, if I had messed with that. He had their exclusive use until the next morning. They dressed in their 'fatigues' under their chador and each carried a case with their other required clothing. While they were on their way to his quarters, the General gave me a call. He was quick and to the point. "Are you watching the camera in my quarters?" Well, of course I wasn't going to admit I was, but his question turned out to be rhetorical. "You will turn it off and do not reactivate it until noon tomorrow. Is that understood." I assured him I understood perfectly. "Do it now, while I am watching!" was his next command. I very dutifully took the camera off continuous sweep, used a joystick to swing it through a full cycle of its movement and then let it appear to power down. Which means I turned off the little red light on the top of the camera. It's amazing how you can condition people to "know" they aren't being watched with just a simple little light. As you can guess, the camera was still active and, as I've already mentioned, there were a few others in his room. If you're not supposed to watch something going on in a particular place, that's where you need to watch the most, I always figured. The rest of the General's comments didn't take long: "Good enough! Your request for liaison work with the entertainment platoon has been approved. You have allowed your time to accumulate for an extended period. I am pleased to see you have a man's needs after all. Have a nice day off." And with that, I was dismissed. I had an appointment I didn't want to miss, but I had a little time to kill. I couldn't resist checking to see what the General was going to get. I could probably have found a way to hide a recording of anything that happened after I left my "office", but live action is just so much fun. As soon as the guard admitted the women, he ordered the women to remove their chador. The General ordered them to put on their "Millionaire" gowns and make up their faces in his private quarters, which attached to his office. They were to remain there until he specifically gave them permission to return. They were just beginning, when the guard at the door again buzzed the General. Permission to enter was given and in moments a delegation from the kitchen staff had transformed his conference table into a banquet table, covered with delicacies. A flagon of mineral water waited in a chiller. When their job was complete, the General informed them they would not be required to serve his guests at table. The General turned to his safe and removed a medium size metal case. I didn't get the combination(again), but I was tantalized with the sight of the box with the keys to my cuffs. The General removed two flat boxes from the metal case, returned the latter to the safe and locked it again. He opened the door to the his quarters and handed one of the flat boxes to each of the women, with directions to put on the contents and join him in his office when they were done. I had to admit to a twinge of jealousy when I saw the women return to his office. Their makeup and hair had been redone to perfection. They were dressed in identical gowns. Their breasts were barely concealed by the plunging neckline of the backless halter-like tops. Their piercings were quite obvious underneath the soft material. A slit exposed a length of leg to thigh height. High heeled sandals matched their gown's color. The flat boxes had obviously contained jewelry. Patty had been provided an elaborate necklace of solid gold, with matching earrings, bracelet, and anklet. Dana wore a similarly elaborate set in what could only be diamonds. The General complimented them on their appearance. He asked rhetorically if they liked their jewelry. He explained he had done some "shopping" the last time he was in Kuwait. Apparently, while some of his men were outraging the foreign press by their heartless thievery, the General had been more selective in his wanderings through private homes that had been overrun before their unfortunate owners had had time to flee. "Some men are fools. They bring back used hospital equipment, while they could bring back the means to buy brand new things." Patty and Dana did their best to laugh with him, at such fools. "Ah well, look what a beautiful dinner we have waiting for us. There are delicious things to eat and two beautiful women to share them with. Did Charlotte send the bottle I requested with you?" Dana went to her bag and retrieved a champagne bottle wrapped in a towel. "We had it in the refrigerator, but it's not as cold as it was..." "I'm certain it will be fine." The General took the bottle and showed no small amount of skill in opening it quickly. "No doubt my soul is already in danger from fornication, so I don't think I shall worry about the possible effects of alcohol." Actually, I knew his particular Sha'i branch of Islam was a bit less puritanical than the mainstream. "Once I have destroyed your degenerate nation and converted the world to Islam, I am equally certain I will be forgiven. So, until then... What's your name... Patty isn't it? Yes, of course. Why don't you take this and pour us each a glass?" Patty found flutes at the table and filled three. Under the General's direction she replaced the mineral water in the chiller with the champagne bottle and distributed the filled glasses. The General then proceeded to ask intimate questions about the women's sexual history. Forewarned by Charlotte, they did their best to humor him and act as though this were normal party small talk. After several minutes, there was an abrupt change in the General's demeanor. He directed the women to finish their champagne and place the empty glasses at their places at table. They returned to stand side by side in front of him. The General announced: "Before we eat, I believe we should have a little contest." He directed them to kneel before him and to unbutton their tops so as to allow an unobstructed view of their breasts. Exposing their pierced nipples seemed to excite him tremendously. His excitement was easy to see as he had ordered Patty to unzip him and take out his penis. The women made small adjustments in their position relative to him, several times, until the General was satisfied that he could move quickly from one mouth to the other with a minimum of effort on his part. Before the "competition" could start in earnest, Dana asked: "What does the winner get?" The General laughed and said: "I hadn't thought of that! Let's see... The winner will be allowed to wear her gown and eat with me at table. The loser will be under table, without her dress, providing oral satisfaction for me or the winner, at my direction. The loser will be allowed 5 minutes to eat, when we are done. After dinner, the winner will then be orally serviced by the loser, while I bugger the loser. That sounds like a good prize to me. Never fear, lubrication will be provided for the loser." The General snickered at his own cleverness and the look of consternation on the women's faces. Seizing Patty by the hair, he forced his penis into her mouth. As he began moving her head up and down his length, he said: "I believe you will each be given twenty strokes before yielding my penis to the other woman. Of course this will make it very difficult for us to carry on our pre-dinner conversation. Ah well..., that will give me time to think of another contest for after dinner." When he had completed twenty strokes into Patty's mouth, he grabbed Dana's hair in his other hand and drove his erection into her mouth. "Of course, failure to swallow my essence will be an automatic forfeit for this contest, don't you think." Again, the General laughed. Chapter Seven: Collusion Beth was waiting for me in the doorway of the "Cathouse" room. She was dressed in her waist cincher, stockings and heels. As I approached she positioned herself in an age old pose: leaning back against the door frame, her profile to me, one knee bent back, her head and neck thrown back to emphasize her breasts. She took a drag on a cigarette and blew the smoke in a long cloud at the ceiling. I had an instant hard-on just looking at her. The mood was changed instantly as she started coughing and choking. On what was a more positive point, I thought, she was trying to laugh at the same time. I laughed with her and gave her a quick hug. We shut the door to the rest of the world behind us. She clung to me for a few moments before she smiled and asked: "You liked that didn't you. I could tell you thought I looked sexy. Isn't that what shady ladies are supposed to look like?" I could hear her words and see the smile she was trying to keep on her face, but the look in her eyes was pure fear. Trying to keep the tone light, I asked: "I don't think you could help but be sexy. You're beautiful. But are you a shady lady now?" The smile faded and she spoke to the floor: "No! Lucinda says I'm gonna be a fucking cunt..., a cum swallowing, buttfucking, cunt licking whore!" She dissolved into tears and I hugged her while her body was wracked with sobs. It took several minutes until she cried herself out. When she was down to snuffling, I held her away from me and hunched down to look her in the face. "Hey!", I told her: "You're not a whore. You're a sexy wonderful girl who is being forced to work as a whore. The fact that it still hurts inside means you're still fighting it. You're not all those things as long as you keep fighting it. The General is messing with your head. He's trying to break you into becoming a whore." She spoke vehemently: "If I ever get away, I never want to be sexy again for the rest of my life." "You mean you're going to sew it up and join a convent?" I asked. "That seems like a waste of your life. You don't strike me as the deeply religious type. Are you really gonna let that bastard destroy you and any hope for happiness. You don't have to do that. Yeah, you're stuck whoring for a while, but it doesn't have to be the end of the world." She looked up at me with wide eyes. "What do you mean it's not the end of the world. It's the end of my world. You know what happened to those Chinese women. We're going to wind up the same way. I might as well be dead now... the sooner the better." The tears started again. When she quieted again, I told her: "You just might get your wish, but I'm trying to get us out of here alive. I'm useful to the general right now too, but it's not going to last forever. I can assure you Dr. Arkan gets just as much fun out of torturing a man as he does a woman. Just be ready and willing to move fast when I get word, okay? Whoring isn't going to be a long term occupation for you. I promise." "You really mean that? Promise?" she managed to get out between snuffles. "I promise!" I said. To myself I thought: 'If it doesn't work out, then we're all dead anyway. I guess that could be seen as keeping my promise.' It was time to change the subject, so I asked: "What was all that whispering from Kristin about a mistress. I don't know if anyone else could hear it and even if they did hear it, I doubt they would understand it, but my mikes picked it up loud and clear." Beth blushed clear down to her nipples. "Ohh goshhh, that's supposed to be a secret. That's so embarrassing." I couldn't help but smile at her reaction. "How about just telling me a little bit about it?" I asked. Beth fussed and fidgeted, but eventually she was able to get out: "Kristin and I share an apartment. We had some really good friends over one night and the four of us got really drunk. We were playing truth or dare and I had to tell them my secret sexual fantasy was to be a sex slave. My fantasy was to be totally owned by a master who would make me do all kinds of sexual things. He would really love me a lot and I would do all these sexy things just for him. Kind of like the 'Story of O', you know? And, sometimes, I would go out on the internet and chat with people, telling them I was a sub, and they would tell me they were going to be my master and that I had to do things and, sometimes, I would do them and tell them about it. Like go to work without panties, or play with myself while I was talking with them, or stuff like that. One guy was really creepy and I had to cancel my account and change ISP's just to get rid of him, but mostly it was kinda fun and I would masturbate just fantasizing about what it would be like to be able to be a submissive with a loving master, 24 x 7." "I even had a fantasy about losing my virginity in front of a big crowd of men who were all hot for me. And I told Kristin once and I guess she sort of remembered me talking about it." "Tell me about the fantasy? I asked. She hesitated and then said: "It wasn't like what happened last night at all. In my fantasy of how I would lose it, I was dressed in a beautiful white gown, on a huge white bed and my master was the one who was going to make love to me and he had all kinds of men who were just wearing robes and they could just look at me, but they couldn't touch me. My master would make beautiful love to me and the other men would get so excited they would play with themselves under their robes. And when my master and I had a big orgasm together, all the other men would get so excited that they would come all over each other at the same time." "And then he would make me do all kinds of things, like put his thing in my mouth, and have sex in all kinds of positions and I would have all kinds of orgasms and every time I had an orgasm some of the men would be so excited that their things would squirt." She looked at me and said: "Kinda silly isn't it?" I looked her straight in the eye and said: "No, I don't think it's silly. I think it's a great fantasy. I particularly like the idea about your master making beautiful love to you." "Oh Gosh! That's what we're supposed to be doing isn't it? We have to fuck don't we?" she asked. I could see the tears were starting to come again. "No we don't have to 'fuck'. We could make love, if you want. Would you like to try that?" I asked her. She stiffened and tried to pull away from me. "I don't know how. I mean I've never had all that many boyfriends and we never went... I mean I was a virgin until... uhmmm..." I asked: "How about girls? Have you ever had a... you know." She quickly replied: "No way. I'm not that kind of girl. I mean, I think Kristin's bi-sexual, but she sleeps in her room and I sleep in mine and that's that. I mean, we hug each other, but it's just friendly stuff, it's not sexy! We don't kiss each other or stuff like that... ish, ewww, yuk, no, no!" "What if your master ordered you to make love with a woman while he watched?", I asked. Her response was immediate: "He would never do that!" "But what if he did?" I insisted. She shook her head and then bit her lip in thought. "I guess I'd have to do it and it would be okay, if the woman was nice like Patty and when we got really excited he would make love to me and she would just watch, 'cause I'm pretty sure Patty doesn't really like men and... and..." "So you would make love to a woman, if your master wanted to watch?" I insisted again. "I guess so." was her reply. "What if he wanted you to make love to another man, while he watched?" I asked. She started out with: "Well, he wouldn't..." and then she stopped to think. She continued: "Okay, I guess he could... And I would do it, you know, whoever, whatever, and it would prove my love for him. And the more I did it for him, the more he would love me." "I think you've got the idea." I told her. "I am hereby apply for the position of Master of Beth. I would like to try to make beautiful love to you. Do you accept?" "Oh Gosh! Ummmm, I'm really sore down there and... I... ummmmm... I don't know how to make love. I don't know..." was the most she could say. "Well, let's give it a try." I suggested. "If you really don't like it, you can stop me and we'll just spend the rest of the time playing cards or something. Or I can go away and maybe the next guy will be more to your liking?" "Oh no! Please don't go away! I mean, you seem really nice and you speak English and..." again she ran out of words. "Okay, but please go slow... please?" "I raised my head so I was looking down into her eyes. "Your master promises he will do his best to pleasure you. Now lie back on the bed and grab hold of the railings of the headboard." I waited until she was in position and then slipped a pillow under her hips. I explained to her: "I want you to pretend your wrists are bound to the bed. You cannot let your elbows go below your neck. Okay?" She looked rather dubious, but nodded her assent. "Now pull your knees up to your chest... NO! Spread your knees wide apart, your master wants to see your pussy." She complied and blushed heavily. I told her: "You have a beautiful pussy. I like the shaving job you've done. I want you to keep it like this for me." Her face saddened and she said: "I have to anyway. All the General's whores have to be like that." I sat on the bed next to her hips and brought my face close to hers. "No, you weren't listening. That could get you a punishment in the future." That got her attention. "I said: 'I want you to keep it like this for me.' I didn't say anything about the General. When you are shaving yourself. I want you to think of me and remember that you are preparing yourself for your master..., for me, not for the General. The General doesn't love you and he never will. I am offering to love you, if you will have me as your master. Will you do this for me?" Her legs relaxed and her feet fell back to the bed while she thought this through. "So I have to shave all my pubic hair off, either way, but I'm kind of defying the General in a little way. I'm not doing it 'cause he told me. I'm doing it 'cause my master, who the General doesn't know anything about, told me to do it. I kind of like that idea." A hint of a smile appeared on her face. "A little mental rebellion against the General, can help you get through a lot of bad days. I promise you. But you must obey your master in all things, is that understood?", I asked. Her face became quite serious and she bit her lip. "Okay." she said in a small voice. "Now for your first order to obey." I watched her eyes get big with the sense of being tested. "Every morning for the next week", I said, "you will ask Patty to help you shave yourself. You left a lot of hair around your anus and the area between there and your vagina didn't get the attention it needed either." She blushed a little and spoke in her defense: "But I can't hardly reach there and I can't see what I'm doing down there at all. I'm not some kind of contortionist like Lucinda. She can roll herself up like a ball and I think she could just about kiss herself down there... you know... I can't..." She slowed to a stop as she saw my best effort to look stern. I told her: "I don't care how flexible you are. Well, I do care, but it's not an acceptable excuse! And Lucinda actually can kiss herself down there and some day you may be able to or not, but it doesn't really matter right now. What did your master order you to do?" She looked confused as she answered: "I have to ask Patty to shave me?" I corrected her: "You are to ask Patty to help you shave yourself. You weren't listening. I think you deserve a punishment. Hmmmmm. What should your punishment be?" I could see the worries start to build in her mind. After the level of punishments Dr. Arkan had demonstrated she was easily frightened of what might pass for even mild punishment in this place. "Alright, I have it." I continued. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were pleading with me as I continued: "When you and Patty are done tomorrow morning. I want you to tell her she can kiss you wherever she shaved you, but nowhere else. Tell her your master told you that you had to offer that to her. Is that understood?" She shook her head silently. "Good" I said. "Now lets see those knees up again, no one said you could take them down." Her knees flew up in quite a nice response and I positioned myself between them. She looked at me over her now smooth pubes and asked: "Are you gonna do what Patty did to me, last night?" I answered: "No, I not going to do anything 'to' you. I'd like to do this 'with' you, if you'll help me. I want you to tell me how things feel and let me know when your legs get tired, among other things." She didn't look encouraged, but her head went back and she looked up at the ceiling. I kissed the top of her pubic bone and ran my tongue from there across the top juncture of her labia. I asked: "How does that feel?" Her response was a noncommittal: "It's okay." I planted a kiss on either inside thigh and asked again, and got the same reply. I ran my tongue low across her cheeks, just below her anus and let my teeth graze the skin of her buttocks with just the lightest touch. She squealed: "EEEeeee! That tickles!" Her hands flew to my head and she tried to roll her hips back away me. I protested: "Hey, your hands are supposed to be tied, remember. You can't bring your elbows down below your neck, have you forgotten?" She looked properly chastened and then asked: "Could we just make love this time and maybe add being tied up later, you know, when I'm better at it. I mean, I really like the idea and I wanna do it... I just need... like... one new scary thing at a time... please?" I could see the pain in her eyes and asked: "Can I still be your master? Does my slave ask her loving master to do this?" She smiled a very tiny smile and whispered: "Yes!" I thought to myself: 'Okay, so I'm a lousy top. We'll take things in stages. Trust takes time.' I ran my tongue along her labia and could see the wince on her face. "I'm still pretty sore down there!" she said. I moved my attentions up closer to her clitoris and ran circles with my tongue around her clitoral hood. "That's nice!" she let me know. I let my tongue ride gently up and down on the top of her clitoral hood. "That's reeeally nice!" was her evaluation. I put her entire clitoral hood in my mouth and sucked gently. Her vocabulary failed her and she was reduced to "Ooohh... Yeah... Like it... Like it... Unhhhh huhhh!" Switching tactics, again, I pushed on the area immediately above her clitoral hood with the flat of my tongue. I was rewarded with: "Ummmm... Hmmmm... Eeeeyahhhhh. I spent the next several minutes alternating my focus and continuing to receive her very positive reinforcement. When at last her clitoris began to poke out of its hood and her labia began to puff and open on their own, I was certain she was ready for more. I ran my tongue around her labia, concentrating on the outer, rather than the inner sides. And then back to her clitoral area. Her breathing was almost in synch with my tongue and she was speaking in only grunts and panting. I paused to lick my finger. The next time I sucked on her clitoral hood, I began to insert my finger into her pussy. Her legs came down and her knees tried to close around my head. Then they tried to open wide again as I sucked harder on her clitoris. I pulled my finger out of her and her knees acted as if they were spasming. Her body couldn't decide whether it wanted to squeeze me really tight or open herself more to me. She was becoming quite moist, but I licked my finger again anyway. This time I began to gently use my tongue directly on her clitoris as I inserted my finger. Her response was to whine: "Ohhhh... too good... too good....!" I kept my finger fully embedded in her but unmoving and watched her face as she ceased to ride the pleasure/pain edge. When she relaxed, I went back to the multiple tactics on her clitoral area. Soon another finger had joined the first and she was pushing her pelvis toward me when I pulled back to rest my tongue. At last, I could gently piston my fingers inside her, not truly sliding them in and out, mostly just moving her entire vaginal area as it clamped down on them. At the same time, I used my lips on her clitoral hood, drawing it back and forth over her clitoris, keeping up a gentle suction. Her knees did their little spastic dance and then clamped themselves around me. Her eyes closed, a high pitched whine came from her throat, her back arched and the rest of her body joined in with spastic movements. I slowed my oral motions as she began to relax and then I gently removed my intruding fingers. Her eyes slowly opened and she smiled at me. "Gosh, that was fantastic. Is that what it's like when two women do it?" she asked. Somewhat non-plussed I said: "Well, I guess I wouldn't know what it's like exactly, but they can do the same things, I suppose." "I thought it was gonna really hurt when you put your fingers in there. I've been really sore down there. But it didn't hurt at all. Well maybe just a little when you were taking them out, but..." Her voice trailed off. I hugged her close. "Does that mean you'd like to try it without being forced? We can wait a little while, and I'd be happy to start out with my tongue again." She looked up with big puppy eyes at me. "Well... kinda, sorta." She paused. "Okay! Yeah! I'll try it... but can we just hug for a while." "Sure" I told her. "That's my second favorite part." I won't go into detail or bull shit you that she had a screaming orgasm from my efforts. Mine was more than satisfactory and she cried some happy tears when it was over. It was real good for me and I decided I definitely wanted to spend more time doing this with her in future days. We lay together, basking in the afterglow and celebrating our accomplishments. Beth rolled over to place her chin on my chest and look me in the eye. "Gosh, that was fantastic. I can see why folks might like this making love stuff, if that's what it's like. You know, I'm feeling a huge emotional claim on you right about now. I've never felt anything like this." I assured her it would only get better, each time we were together. She fingered the cuff on my wrist and wriggled over me to look at the one on my ankle. "What are these?" she asked. I explained: "They're a house arrest item made by the company I used to work for. When the county jails got too full to hold the drunk drivers and the shoplifters and so on, the government needed some way to keep people under arrest, without building more jails. Most people have a house or an apartment, so they decided to confine people to wherever they live. These bands are keyed to a radio frequency. If the person wearing them goes beyond a certain distance from the base transmitter in their house, a transmitter in the collar sends an alarm. At least that's the way they work when they come out of the factory. Our fine General has modified these two just a little. If I get too far from the transmitter, mine explode and amputate my hand and foot. The General thinks that's very funny. I guess that's some sort of traditional penalty for a thief? The keys are in the General's safe. I've gotta get these off of me if I wanna get out of here in one piece." We chatted for a while longer. We parted with Beth swearing an undying love for me and receiving my promises that "I" would get us out of here as soon as possible. Chapter Eight Where do nice things come from? I was the last scheduled "customer" for Beth this day. I headed off for my equipment room and she was left to tidy up the room after our tryst. I had a mound of small duties to attend to, but nothing that would keep me from watching the rest of the women after their first day. Lucinda came back in shortly after Beth. Charlotte was in the room ahead of them. Kristin returned next, walking slowly and carefully. "Oh, fuck me!" were the first words out of her mouth as she tried to sit and had a hard time trying to find somewhere to sit comfortably. "I don't think I've ever had this much cock in my ass, while I was sober. God, I could use a drink!" Charlotte replied: "Well, Ah think y'all deserve one. Thet first day's a bitch. Course it ain't nowhere's as bad as things used ta was, but it still ain't no fun. Ah'll fix y'all a good one. Y'all like whiskey er vodka, dear? Kristin replied: "Vodka and lots of it, please?" While Charlotte was busy behind the curtain, Lucinda approached Kristin with a towel in her hand. "Take off yer flimsy things and then wash them a little soon as you come back. They can dry over night thet way and they don' take more wear and tear than they gotta, hey? We's s'posed to get laundry service, but sometimes our things, they don' come back right away." She wound the towel into a circle and placed it on the seat of a chair. "Here!" she told Kristin "Sit on this for a little while, until the pain gets a little better. It'll get worse for the next few days and after a while it only hurts a little." Kristin was just beginning to enjoy her drink when Dana and Patty returned to the room. Patty helped Dana out of her chador and gown and headed toward their lockers. Dana tried to sit at the table and burst into tears. She wound up standing, hiding her face with her hands as she sobbed: "It's horrible. God, I've never been in so much pain. Damn him..., I hurt." Her sobs rose in volume as the others looked uncomprehendingly at Patty as she joined the others at table. Charlotte announced: "Ah think y'all could use a drink." Again she disappeared behind the curtain. Patty winced as she sat. She stared at the table and spoke to no one in particular. "I thought I was getting the raw end of the deal when he came in her mouth and I had to suck him off while she got to sit there like a queen at dinner. Then I had to eat her out, while he finished off the champagne and he started in on my asshole. Damn, he fucked me till I thought his dick had turned into a white hot poker. I never..., ever..., thought I'd be glad to have a man come in my ass, but I was sure begging for it tonight." She paused to take a deep breath. "Then he tried to make Dana lick my shit off his cock. I don't think he really was going to make her do it, you know? He just wanted her to have to tell him no. When she refused, he got her bent over the desk and started to use that fucking swagger stick on her. He just kept on hitting her and hitting her and when she couldn't scream any more, he made me go get a towel and wash him off. Then he pushed himself into her pussy and starting fucking her. He told me to kneel beside him or I could go to Dr. Arkan. I don't know whether I should feel guilty about it or not, but I was just damn glad it wasn't me he'd been whacking with that thing. I tried to tell him to fuck her easy, but he just turned around and whacked me on my tit." A bruise turning to purple over her left breast bore witness to her story. "When he was ready to come, he stuck his cock in my mouth and blew his load down my throat. I damn near puked, but I figured blowing chunks on the General would get me in trouble, so I kept it down... barely. We both had to kneel in front of him and thank him. And then we got to come back here." She shook her head and tears came to the edges of her lashes, as she asked no one in particular: "Wasn't that fun?" Then she covered her face in her hands and shook silently for a few moments. Charlotte placed a whiskey in front of Dana and Patty. She spoke to Beth: "Ah'm sorry honey, there ain't no more cokes. We could make some tea... or coffee?" "Where does all that stuff behind the curtain come from?" asked Beth. Lucinda smiled at her and said: "We're here to take care of the officers, hey? But there's a lot more enlisted men than officers and there's always a way to trade for what you wan'. The officers, they get it for free if they got a chit, but the enlisted men, they gotta give better than what they get." Kristin shook herself and asked: "You mean somebody sold her ass for Coca Cola?" Lucinda smiled took on a hint of meanness. "Yeah!" she said: "My ass! I hope you liked them. I had to take on all three of them to get real Coca Cola's." Dana broke out of her stupor to ask: "What did you have to do to get this liquor in an Islamic country? I can't even imagine. This must be rarer than hen's teeth." Lucinda answered: "Those were a three way for Su Li an me with an officer that didn' have no chits. But we got four bottles. There's not much left, but it's been good while it lasted." Patty looked at Beth and asked: "How are you holding up, Beth? After that rape in the arena I was scared you might hurt yourself. You only had the two customers today, but I didn't think you could do even that. You look like you're taking this a whole lot better than I ever thought you would. What's your secret?" Beth blushed and looked at the faces staring at her. "Well..." she said, "my first guy was Hakam. He's like an old sargent or something? I was scared spitless. I thought for sure he was gonna rape me like yesterday and I didn't know how I was gonna make it, but he didn't. He didn't even touch me..., not... down there I mean." She burst out giggling and then her words came in a rush: "He wanted to play Monopoly! I mean it. The board was all in Arabic or something and the money was all funny, but we used to play it all the time at home and the colors for the money were the same and I knew what the properties were worth, even if the writing on the money was funny. I had to trust him to read the Chance cards for me, but..." She paused for a breath. "He came in with that board game under his arm and I didn't know what to think, 'cause he made me take off my gown... I was in the millionaire room, you know? And, then he made me march around the room in my underwear and I was pretty scared when he made me take off my underwear and keep my high heels on and he made me bend over and grab my ankles. And he got up and sniffed me..., you know, down there! And, I thought he was gonna rape me and then he just laughed and started laying the game out on the bed. I don't know what he was saying, but I know how to play Monopoly and that's what we did. At the very end of his time, he made me bend over in front of him, again... and he was sniffing me again and he took out his thing and jerked off on the floor. I thought that was really gross, but at least it wasn't all over me. And then he put it back in his pants and took his game and left. I wiped up his mess and straightened the bed and that was that. Oh! And I made sure to get his chit, you know..., like you said to do, Charlotte." Kristin said: "Geez, we should all have it so rough. So, how was the second guy?" Beth smiled. "It was Camera Guy!" she said. She went on to tell a tasteful version of our time together. I almost didn't recognize myself as the knightly character she portrayed. I did notice that she forgot to mention my "order" about asking Patty for help in shaving. The envy on Kristin's face was obvious. "I can't wait for my turn with Camera Guy, if he's as good as you say. The guys I had didn't even speak English and I don't think they cared whether I was a woman or a sheep. They just wanted me naked and on my knees with my butt in the air. Hell, the last guy didn't even get undressed. I thought I was gonna bleed from the way his belt buckle kept punching into me. I could use a good fuck with a nice guy, especially one knows how to use his tongue." The smile on Beth's face was gone. "No!" she all but yelled. "You can't make love with him! He's my man. I'm in love with him and he's going to be a loving master for me and he's mine, he's mine, he's..." Dana put down the glass she had been nursing and interrupted her. "C'mon Beth, be fair. I mean it's not right to hog the only decent guy in the whole place. Kristin gets buttraped three times in one day and I'm getting my ass beat with a whip. You get a nice guy who makes gentle love and speaks English and you don't wanna share him? C'mon girl, think of the rest of us!" Beth was not moved: "No! I've never had a man I wanted to make love with and you're trying to snag him from me." Dana drew herself erect: "Honey, I can get any man I want. I can do things for him that you've never dreamed of." Charlotte interrupted: "Alrighty, now! That's enough, all o' ya. Y'all take whoever is in yer schedules and that's that. Ah don' wanna hear about snaggin' a man nor ownin' one. Now we ain't gonna talk about it no more, tonight. An thet's thet!" Dana started to retort, but Charlotte cut her off: "Ah said: "No more! Don' make me report a discipline problem, y'all hear me? We all gotta get along and we cain't have no fightin' over men. None at all. It cain't happen. Now thet's thet!" She poured a little more whiskey in Dana's glass. "Here now, have a l'il more an' try ta think about somethin' else for a while. Alrighty?" Dana's only reply was a long pull on her glass. Charlotte turned to Beth. "Now, honey, did Ah hear you right? He needs to get in the General's safe?" Beth explained my "cuffs" and where I was sure the keys would be. "Goodness sakes!" Charlotte said. "Ah kin he'p there. Back when Ah first got here the General made me open the dial with mah mouth one time, while he was cornholin' me. Ah damn near broke a tooth afore Ah got the damn thang open. Ah remember the combination clear as a bell. 'Course our 'relationship' has changed a might since then, but Ah kin give Camera Guy the combination any time." The conversation wandered to the schedule for tomorrow and the preferences of the men they would meet. Kristin was duly impressed when Lucinda explained that she needn't have taken her last customer anally. "You jus' gotta watch how they behave when they get in the room. The ones that jus' unzip themselves, they jus' wanna blowjob. The ones that undress right away, they wanna fuck. You can always tell. An' sometimes if you get on your back and stroke yerself a little, you can save some wear and tear on yer ass, huh? You get 'em thinking pussy and it's helps 'em find the right hole the first time." A short debate ensued regarding the best positions to avoid painful entry and the various problems of bad breath and body odor in "customers." When there came lull in the converstaion, Charlotte said: "Ah'm gonna need some threeways fer tomorrow, unofficially, o' course. We's runnin' a might low behin' the curtain and could use a few things. Anybody wanna volunteer?" Lucinda begin to chuckle as the new women met the request with blank stares or intentionally riveted their gaze to the table top. "What you got for unofficial?" she asked. Charlotte answered: "Some of Hakam's boys are willing to 'donate' some fresh coffee and tea." Lucinda suggested: "Why don' you let me and Su Li take 'em. They like it a little rough and Su Li likes the tea more than anybody. An' besides, they got painkillers an' Su Li could use a bunch more." In response to a question from Dana, Lucinda explained to the other women that the rules for "unofficial" efforts meant that half of a 'donation' went to the girl or girls who earned it and half went to the group as a whole in equal shares. Charlotte frowned: "Ah'm gonna need a threeway fer the afternoon. Beth dear, y'all oughta recognize this here gentleman. Ah do believe he is smitten with y'all. An' he would like Dana to be the other girl. Do y'all think y'all kin git along enough to pull thet off? Ah don' wanna see no cat fights in the pool room, now!" Dana shrugged and said: "I'm not gonna fight over a guy I haven't even met, yet. No hard feelings, Beth?" Beth looked like she was ready to continue the argument, but a harsh look from Charlotte quelled any remaining resentment. "Yeah, I can do it, I guess. I guess I don't get much choice, do I. I mean, he asked for me in particular, it's just a question of who comes with me. I'm sorry I got mad, Dana." She paused and stared at the table for a moment. "I don't know what to do in a threeway. What do I have to do?" Charlotte started to reply, but Dana interrupted her to say: "I think your 'admirer' has a little hair trigger problem, which I think we should encourage. We can have a good time with him. I'm sure we can keep him happy with a minimum of wear and tear on us. We can plan it together, later." Charlotte looked relieved. "Alrighty! Ah'm also gonna need a 'salt and pepper' fer one more 'unofficial.' There's a chance to get some o' them cokes you like Beth an' some soap that won't take the skin off'n y'all, when y'all use it. An' better yet, they's got some real honest to god tampons and some more painkillers fer Su Li. Y'all might appreciate some o' them tampons, rather than tryin' ta rap some rags around yerself when yer asleep at that time o' the month. Y'all got no idea how bad a mattress stanks a couple weeks after y'all leave some heavy discharge on it! O' course, these boys are mostly inta cornholin'. Thet there's the downside." Kristin looked around the group and said: "I assume that means you need me, for sure. The only other two brunettes are 'earning' some tea, so I'm the only 'pepper' you've got." "Yeah", Charlotte agreed, "Ah jus' need a blond ta work with y'all. O' course a redhead might be okay, too. Who wants ta volunteer?" Finally, Patty raised her hand, saying: "It's always up the ass around here! Always in the ass! What the hell did I do to deserve some more of that? 'Alrighty!' I'll go earn some Coca Cola. Beth, girl, you damn well better owe me one for a damn bottle of soda pop." Charlotte announced time for lights out and the group headed to their cots. I noticed Beth hesitatingly motion Patty over to an area behind their lockers. I missed the whole conversation, but I got a microphone turned up in time to hear Patty say: "He said what?" and "So do you wanna do it? I didn't really mean it, about the cokes." The nod from a blushing Beth was almost indiscernable, but it was there. Patty put her hands on Beth's shoulders. "Take it easy." she said. "I don't rape anybody and if you gotta do a threeway sometime, maybe I can give you a couple of ideas to make you feel a little less like the junior partner, okay?" Again, the nod from Beth was almost invisible. "Just relax! I told you, I'm not a molester. We'll just take it easy in the mornings, okay?" Beth gave her a definite nod and a smile and, surprisingly, a hug as well. Then she ran off to finish her night time toilet. A somewhat bemused Patty followed her more slowly. Chapter Nine: Progress take place The week passed quickly. Beth's morning shaving sessions with Patty's "help", grew longer and longer. After a particularly degrading session with one of the older officers Beth came back to the women's dorm crying her heart out. Kristin took her in her arms and hugged her until she stopped crying. Beth started crying again after supper and seemed inconsolable. Kristin stayed with her and did her best to comfort her. The other women left them as much space as possible, when it became obvious that no one else was having any better luck at calming her. That night Beth pushed her cot together with Kristin's and Kristin held her until she fell asleep. They slept in each other's arms that night (and the rest of the nights they spent in the bunker, they slept cuddled together). The next day Beth amazed everyone by volunteering for an 'unofficial' threeway with Patty to earn some bottles of Gin. She told everyone her portion was to go to Kristin. The big news was that Charlotte's 'report' to the General was very well received. A "special" was scheduled for the next Friday night and the women had to try to explain to a group of Iraqi carpenters what a woman size, American style, birthday cake looked like. I thought the thing was way too huge, the way they drew it up, but as long as it fit through the doors, I wasn't going to complain. It turned out to be a good thing it was as big as it was. Lucinda accompanied Su Li on her last trip to Chinatown. That enabled us to sneak out two of the nuclear devices in the women's huge 'makeup cases'. Those things were intended to be a carry all for costumes and bondage gear, as well as makeup, and so were quite fortunately oversize. We sent them over empty, except for some bricks. The guards never thought to search them on the way in or out of Chinatown. I was worried that someone would wonder why those two cases weren't being kept in the women's dorm area when they came back, but the guards never thought to question it, if they even noticed. I spent a lot of time doing some late night programming and paying a lot of attention to duty schedules and trying to plan and re-plan the escape route. My calls to the women's room came to be a nightly event as the 'special' night got closer. Charlotte became more and more frenzied and irritable as the week wore on. Since she wasn't one of the people we were counting on being able to save, I figured she had a good excuse. With a lot of help from the group, Beth and Kristin worked up a truly believable lesbian act and delivered it as part of an 'unofficial' threeway. The General would surely have shot the soldier who gave them a captured American 9mm pistol, had he found out about it. No surprise, it was Beth's enamored lieutenant. I suppose he thought he was a master of negotiation when he held out for a chance to sodomize them both in exchange for the ammo clip and bullets. He probably set a personal record in Kristin's rump. However, as soon as he had fully impaled Beth, Kristin introduced him to prostate massages. He actually screamed when he came. Beth should have won an Oscar as she smiled for him and kissed him on his way out of the disco room. Both women were positively giddy on their return to the dorm that night. Dana and Patty turned out to be the most 'in demand' act. Starting out in Dana's mouth, then progressing to her pussy and (for those who had the staying power) finishing in Patty's long suffering rectum became the most sought after compensation in the bunker. The General was no doubt very pleased with how "motivation" was increasing almost exponentially on behalf of both his soldiers and the women. On the night before the big 'surprise', the women scheduled a party for themselves and pretty much finished up the 'donations' they had received. Lucinda and Beth were late for the party having one last "unofficial' with Beth's admiring lieutenant. They came back with some extra cookies, which were well received. Beth sat rather gingerly on a towel that Lucinda fixed for her and proceeded to get as drunk as I had ever seen her. At one point she insisted that she was going to have a threesome with Kristin and "her" Camera Guy. I must admit I rather liked the idea, but Beth passed out before any particular time was set for it to happen. I had a hell of a time falling asleep that last night. My cameras told me the women were having equal troubles. In the spirit of celebration (and at Charlotte's suggestion), the General had ordered a bunker-wide holiday for his birthday, with athletic contests in the gymnasiums for the troops, followed by a generous meal and required attendance at political speeches for the evening. From the General's point of view, that would keep most of the men from asking where their officers were. It also gave an assignment for those officers who might disapprove of the General's taste in entertainment. Most importantly, it pretty much emptied the halls for our escape. The women not involved in the General's surprise were given a day off. That had been a scary part of Charlotte's negotiations with the General. He had wanted all of the women to be involved in his party, but she had been able to convince him that he would be wisest to leave the cake as an entertainment, not a orgy gangbang. It would be better to tease them to more "motivation" rather than to sate themselves in the unregulated use of the women. Luckily for us, he bought it. Chapter Ten: Lucinda and Su Li take the cake My work orders allowed me access to the suite of rooms just down the hall from the Generals designated "conference" room. From what I could hear the party was going well. I slipped into a small room and met the women, with the cake. It was well before "the time", but I suppose they had nowhere else to be. Su Li was dressed like an old fashioned stripper with real tassels hanging from her small breasts. They covered up the damage done by Dr. Arkan or most of it anyway. Charlotte was obviously stressed to the max and giving her an unneeded review of the plan. I was somewhat surprised to see Lucinda with the other two. Of all the women, I would have thought she would be the first one out the door. Once Charlotte saw me, she began to give me the same treatment Su Li was receiving. Yes, I knew the schedule. Yes, I knew the routes. Yes, I was sure we could find a vehicle. No, I wasn't surprised to find a small motor pool above us, when 'all' the entrances were supposedly miles away. Yes, the women would be able to make it in time on foot. Then she really surprised me. "Ah was wonderin'. Does the General really have ta die? Ah mean, he's not really a bad man, now. He's treated us lots better and he just needs a little he'p. If we could get him outta here, we could he'p him get all better. Ah know we could. We can kill the rest of these bastids, but cain't we let him live?" My mouth was hanging open and all I could do was stare. I managed to mumble: "The General? You mean the man who turned you into a whore and turned all the Chinese women over to Dr. Arkan and now these new women and...." Words failed me. Her eyes couldn't meet mine. She said: "He ain't thet bad! He's changed, y'all gotta understan'. It's thet terrible man he works fer and all them folks like Arkan. The General's really a good man. Ah don' wanna have ta see him die. Please?" I was in the middle of: "There's no way! The plans are set. There's no way we can let him..." Lucinda stole up behind Charlotte and in one fluid motion she slapped a hand over Charlotte's mouth and nose and slipped a knife through her heart. Charlotte's eyes got huge and she struggled for several seconds, but Lucinda never lost her grip on the smaller woman. When Charlotte's bladder let loose, Lucinda let the body drop. She left an American K-bar knife where it was. Apparently, the cookies weren't the only 'donation' she and Beth had earned Lucinca said quietly: "Now you know why Lucinda is here. There was too much of the General's creature in her. Kim could let him die, but Charlotte could not. So, now Lucinda has to die. It takes two women to pull off the 'surprise'. If Beth or Kristin or maybe Dana are here, they could not have done this for Kim. Patty girl, maybe she could do it, but she does not know how to dance for the General's men so they will not want to leave the room, until they never leave it again." I said: "Thank you." I guess that's pretty lame, but what do you say to something like that. Lucinda stripped off her chador and her oiled body shown in the light. She grabbed my head and forced my mouth to hers. "A kiss for luck and now you get those women out safe! Don' forget Lucinda never wanted to be a whore and never had no choice. She is gonna die a brave soldier and take the enemy by surprise, big time, eh?" I nodded and told her: "Fucking A! Big time!" Su Li walked over to me, with wet shiny eyes. "Please to remember Su Li, also. Please to remember her with joy, not sadness? There is too much sadness now. Please to remember Su Li with joy?" She gave me a peck on the cheek and tried to hug me without smearing her makeup. I helped them load Kim/Charlotte's body into the "cake" and then helped Su Li in after it. The cases took only a few more minutes and then there was nothing more for me to do, but leave. I turned toward Lucinda, but she hooked a thumb at the door and mumbled: "Go! Get the others safe! And remember Lucinda doesn't die a captive whore! She dies a free woman!" Chapter Eleven: Getting out I had created my own orders, (with the General's signature, a rather good forgery, if I do say so myself)calling for certain women to be brought to the General's quarters. The guards at the entrance to officer country actually looked twice at the part about me acting as escort, but they never questioned the women being sent to his quarters. I told them they could argue it over with their superior officer when it came time to switch shifts, but that I didn't want to be late on an assignment for the General. If they wanted to be responsible for me being late and the women not being where they were supposed to be... That made the decision simpler and since I was heading directly for the General's quarters, it was pretty easy to assume that someone (other than them) would be able to puzzle out whether I belonged in the party or not. It seemed like quite a ways, but it really didn't take long to reach the General's quarters. Fortunately, with the "party" going on and those who weren't partying assigned to keeping the troops busy, officer country was pretty well deserted. The guard at the door to the General's office had no question about letting the women in, but I would have to wait outside. He and I chatted amiably enough for a few minutes. Then Patty stuck her head out the door and asked him if he could "help" them with something. I assured him I would be right here when he got back out and he went in. I didn't actually see what happened, but what we had planned worked just fine. In the middle of the General's desk, Kristin and Beth were locked in a "passionate" sixty nine. Dana was on her hands and knees "watching" them, while Patty massaged the kneeling woman's genitals. Patty pleaded with the guard. Wouldn't he please fuck this horny woman? Surely he would give her some action to help her wait for the General's return? Two hours was obviously too long for her to wait for sexual relief. Some panting and groaning from Dana helped him make up his mind. His trousers were down and he was on the job in a moment. Patty licked his cheek and suggested she would crawl around behind him to lick his balls, while he focused on the lesbian action on the desk. He never saw the pistol come out from under the pile of chador. Patty was quite efficient and only needed one shot. One of the nice things about the General's quarters was that they were very efficiently sound proofed. No one outside his office heard a thing. While we were ransacking the safe, I asked Patty if she was upset by her first kill. She looked me squarely in the eye and said: "No problem. That little prick dry fucked my cunt twice last week and each time he stopped to come in my mouth. It was no problem at all." All I had thought about was getting the keys to my cuffs, but Dana suggested that we might be well advised to take the jewelry, as well. She had gone through the boxes and there were several items of expensive jewelry, the loose gold "chits" for their services, a large amount of cash and some "computer" stuff at the bottom. Dana volunteered to dump out the contents of her makeup case and replace them with these items. We knew time was short, so we quickly dumped her makeup in the bedroom, with the body of the dead guard. We made a wholesale transfer of the contents of the Generals box and headed back down the hall without delay. I wanted to be well away from this area, as quickly as possible. If someone should come by the door, they might well question why there was no one on guard, but I didn't think they would dare to enter the General's quarters without permission. However, if they heard us in here, with no guard on duty, they just might. Fortune was still with us and we weren't interrupted. Knowing there wasn't much time, the five of us headed for the surface. We made it through a number of checkpoints, using another set of bogus movement orders to justify my acting as guard on the women. The closer to the surface we got, the more scrutiny our orders began to earn. By the time we got to hatchway 127A, I was a nervous wreck. We had talked through this part of the plan a dozen times, but I was still nervous. This set of doors was only one level down from the surface. Watch was maintained by only one set of guards for this door on the inside, as opposed to the usual pairing of inner and outer. Most importantly, there was a wardroom only steps away. It would be empty this time of day, with the ready platoon topside, getting some fresh air. Time outside was a rare and special thing for these troops. Platoons competed for the privilege of some time topside, so we could be sure they would be taking advantage of it. As soon as we were through the door, the women headed into the wardroom. When one of the guards started to shout at them, I made a hushing sound. Getting their attention, I brought them over to the wardroom door. Inside the room the women had partially removed their concealing chador, kneeling side by side with their breasts bared. It's strange how your mind wanders in times of stress, but their nipple piercings were particularly attractive, I thought. Doing my best to remain casual, I mentioned that we were on our way to the surface. And, of course, I had my movement orders...,um..., right here... I would be only too happy to show them, but... What would the gentleman say to a quick blowjob from the woman of their choice for say... ten dollars (actually the Iraqi equivalent)? Yes, I had to escort the women, but there was no reason why I shouldn't make a little something for my trouble and share their charms with my fellow soldiers, now was there? These two were on duty and didn't have the money on them. Why, that was no problem, they could owe me. Hell, I knew someone back in payroll, so there was no reason I would have to be worried about being cheated. I got their names (interesting that they were the Iraqi equivalent of Smith and Jones) and they proceeded to pull out their cocks and line themselves up in front of Dana and Beth. The girls began the process, while I stepped out. Supposedly I was going to check to see that no one was coming. After all, boys, we don't want you to hear the slide on my pistol as it rides to full cock. Just for a minute, I debated with myself about letting the two soldiers have a little more fun in their life. I decided it wasn't fair to the women. I slipped back into the wardroom, very quietly, and made sure the door was shut tightly behind me. The women had lined up facing the door so both of the soldiers faced away from me. It took only seconds to shoot them both, twice. Some blood did wind up on the women as the exit wounds were significantly larger than the bullet entrance, but that's the way it goes. When the one in Beth's mouth collapsed, he fell directly on her. She said she wound up biting his penis rather severely..., "but he didn't complain." Dana and Beth stripped off their blood covered chador completely and that prompted the other women to abandon their concealing wraps as well. We left the bodies where they lay and quickly checked the contents of the lockers. We were somewhat disappointed to find no changes of clothing available. We had been hoping to dress the women in something other than their shorts and crop tops. I gave Beth the pistol I had used. Patty and I each took one of the guards' rifles. Dana found a couple of empty backpacks. That allowed us to leave the makeup cases behind. I suggested that we could put Dana's case, with the contents of the General's safe, in one of the backpacks. Being a gentleman, I volunteered to carry that one and, it being rather heavy, Dana was only too happy to let me. Most important to me, of course, was getting those cursed cuffs off. I wanted nothing more than to leave them behind, but Dana insisted that we had to bring them along. "You never know when we might want to use them to blow open a door or something." I pointed out that we were only one level below the surface and we didn't need to blow open the next door and the noise of an explosion would only attract a lot of attention, which was the last thing we wanted. She was adamant and insisted that she would carry them, if I was too damn lazy. I didn't want to get into a long argument, when Patty started to take her side and it was obvious that neither of them were worried about logic. When they started to load up on extra ammo from the ward room supply, I tried to explain that we were all dead if we got in a firefight. We needed to move fast and hauling ammo we didn't want to use was a waste of time. Again, there was no changing their minds. I gave up trying to reason with them and told them they could have all they could carry, but I wasn't going to carry it or wait for them if it slowed them down. I counted out 30 seconds as Dana threw the cuffs, along with way too much extra ammo, into the other pack. I did get them to promise we would discard that entire pack, the second we were in a truck on the way out of the motor pool. We walked up the corridor to the surface level. I was fighting the urge to keep looking over my shoulder and had to almost pinch myself to believe this was really happening. We peeked through the door and found it led into the back end of a large service bay. No one was guarding the door and we quickly took cover behind several pallets of barrels and what not. In our late night planning sessions, we had discussed looking for a truck on the edge of the motor pool. Five people with enough gas and water to escape the country would not fit in a jeep. Dana saw a truck in the middle of a large repair bay and loudly whispered: "There's one. If it has keys in it, we're outta here!" Before I could stop her, she was on her way to the truck. To compound the problem, Patty announced: "I'll cover her" and ran after Dana. I don't know what she thought she was going to do . You can't provide covering fire for someone by standing next to them in the middle of a huge open area, with no cover for yourself. I was able to keep Beth and Kristin from running after them, by grabbing a handful of hair on each of them. "Get down and stay down" I hissed at them as quietly as I could. "If they get that thing going, then we worry about running to get on it. Right now keep your heads down and don't let anyone see you." We were just back into cover when it hit the fan. Dana had no idea how to get a large diesel engine started, but she did manage to make a lot of noise. That, together with a scantily clad Patty standing in the middle of a repair bay, got the attention of the entire repair crew. Noting that she was armed, they got the attention of the ready platoon, who surrounded Patty and moved in on her in very short order. Facing that many guns, she surrendered. Showing their true colors as soldiers, the men stripped them both naked and started to rape them on the spot. The shrieks from the women attracted even more men, until there was a huge crowd around the truck. At that moment, the ground under our feet did a boogie woogie. Su Li's husband had kept his promise. Most of those standing around the truck lost their footing from the strength of the tremors. Moments later, another, even stronger blast came from the opposite direction and I knew Su Li had joined her husband. Lucinda wasn't a whore anymore. She had her freedom now, too. There were several smaller tremors, no doubt a result of the internal ammunition bunkers exploding. It doesn't take much to imagine what the inside of the bunker would look like with at least two nuclear bombs having been set off and then the secondary explosions and the firestorm that would follow them. The computer and communication facilities must have been destroyed almost immediately. I deduce that from the fact that my cuffs, which had been in Dana's backpack noticed they were not receiving the correct signal. They interpreted that as being too far from the transmitter and they did what they were supposed to do. By themselves, the cuffs probably wouldn't have done all that much, but that bag also held the extra ammunition Dana had tossed into it. When the soldiers in the repair bay had stripped the women, their thinking had obviously been fuck first and loot second. They had simply thrown everything the women were wearing under the truck and spread-eagled them on the concrete floor. The cuffs and the ammunition were enough to set off the fuel tanks of the truck. Diesel fuel, by itself, is not really explosive either, but it will burn tremendously hot. Flaming fuel was thrown everywhere. I don't know what was in the truck, but there must have been a reason why it was being kept away from everything else. Whatever was in the truck blew up with a tremendous explosion. I won't try to tell you it instantly killed every one of the men who had gathered to rape Patty and Dana. Let's just say they weren't worrying about other escapees, when the three of us headed for an exit as quickly and discretely as we could. I won't drag this out any further. We found the Iraqi equivalent of a humvee and loaded it with as much gas and water as we could grab from nearby vehicles, in less than a minute. We were down the road and into the desert before anyone even thought to look for us. We spent a couple of nervous nights hiding in the desert and narrowly managed to avoid being killed in a minefield as we crossed over the boarder into Kuwait. Once there, we looked up the local US embassy and we were home free. The State Department, the Defense Department, a whole collection of spook agencies and God alone knows who else all wanted to "de-brief" us. We put up with it for a while and once we were back in the states we told them they could pay us by the hour for "consulting." They made us promise to keep the whole thing hush hush. You know, don't want to panic the country, etc. Like good little kids, we went along with them. In return, we kept the backpack we took out of the bunker... and it's contents. Postlude: I thought the two women might go back to their families, but Kristin wasn't that anxious to go back home and Beth actually married me. Kristin was her Maid of Honor. Beth told her she was the 'Best Woman' in our three way on the wedding night. I was smart enough not to agree or disagree, thank you ver much! They both keep their pubes shaved for me. I've learned to live with a shaved scrotum, (at Kristin's request) but Beth says she likes to see the rest of me with hair. I was worried there would be a lot of jealousy between the two of them, but they seem to understand this relationship better than I do. We've been a pretty comfortable threesome, all things considered. The gold and jewels in the General's little case were a lovely bonus for us. We sold them off for a nice sum of money and lived quite sumptuously for a while. The real beauty was that the "computer stuff" at the bottom was worth even more. It turned out to be the Swiss bank account numbers and passwords for the General's private accounts. Their system is fairly simple: If you know the account numbers and have the passwords, you can have the money. We did and we do and we will never have to work a day in our lives, if we don't want to, even if we live for the next several hundred years. The General had done very well for himself. We actually did some real honest work. We endowed a series of nursing scholarships in Kim's name. We opened an orphanage in Mexico with Lucinda's name on the gates. There was a generous endowment, with oversight from an impeccable US auditing firm to see that there would be no financial hanky panky with the children's money. We couldn't save all the children that needed help, but girls (and boys) from her home town have somewhere to go besides the cantinas, now. We weren't sure what to do for Dana and Patty. We funded a battered woman's shelter in New York and another in San Francisco, again with their names on the door. Somehow it seemed appropriate. We bought a big yacht and named her the Su Li. We have had some very good times aboard her and we do our best to think happy thoughts there. Beth never did become a sex slave for me, but fantasizing about it gets her juices going. However, she does do a 'ladies only' night with Kristin, on occasion. They shut the door on Kristin's suite and I spend the night watching satellite TV. More often than not, I spend it watching them from the hidden cameras. What can I say? Some habits die hard. I spend as much time as I want in Kristin's butt and Beth provides plenty of pussy and oral. Not that Beth doesn't do anal, she just plain doesn't like it as much as Kristin does. Lord knows I just enjoy keeping those ladies satisfied. We're a pretty happy threesome and Beth is talking about maybe having children. I suppose we'll have to get used to wearing clothes more often and being a little more discreet about when and where we decide to get it on. As long as I have these two horny women to take care of my needs, I don't think children will be a problem. Hey, Life is good! ********************************************************************** Author's note: Please note: The characters in this story are strictly fictional. The bunker environment described in the story exists only in the author's imagination. The author wishes to state that he has nothing against the Iraqi people. He does not wish to be perceived as an Arab hater or anti- Moslem. Somebody has to be the bad guy in a story, so the good guys can win. This story is strictly based on personal fantasy and the relationship of any of the scenes in this story to anything in reality is strictly by coincidence. There are, in fact, a number of inaccuracies in this story. No one should expect to learn anything from reading stroke literature. Any flames or religious tracts sent to the author as a result of this story will be cheerfully ignored. E-mail containing constructive criticism in regards to the sexual scenes is earnestly solicited and will be read late at night with the mouse in my non-dominant hand. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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