They begin to drop thier kit…. lingerie appears as they disrobe… seemingly out of place under the dirty combats. She watches as they move closer… horror, disgust and something else play across her face.
‘Enjoy yourself slut…. you can tell me how much you enjoy it tomorrow.’
Then she is alone…. with four female soldiers… and they are climbing onto the bed.
She watches in horror as the 4 girls crawl onto her bed…. one to each limb… they begin to inch up her body…. small kisses… light touches as each unties the ropes that bind her. Once she is freed they begin to move inwards… licks, kisses…. small moans escape her and are echoed by the soldiers.
The tender assault continues.. the back of her knees, the elbow…. inwards…. thigh, upper arm, she can feel the heat of thier bodies as they press against each of her limbs. The hot breath reaches her crotch… then begins to retreat back down her leg…. a mouth appears at her neck and licks and kisses softly… nibbbling the tender skin beneath her ear… It is so different from the men… gentle persuasion rather than required obedience.
The Corporal begins to kiss her… lips gently touch hers… small kisses around the mouth… then firmer, a tongue presses insistently, she opens her mouth to recieve it and it darts forward… swirling round her own… she responds… as the kiss becomes more passionate so do the other three… biting and fondling… kisses and licks… firm grasps on her already tired legs push them upwards so that she lies with her knees bent and legs wide open….
The corporals hand begins to stray downwards…. cupping her breast…. squeezing tenderly…. the nipple is pinched, teased… stretched… firmly .
‘You like?’
A simple ‘Yes’
‘Hmmm good…. Fred does have fantastic taste… you are stunning Red.’
Such a simple thing… not ‘Slut’ or ‘Whore’ but a name… it makes her feel strangely drawn to these women…
‘We need more room girls… Nest in the centre.’
There is giggling as they leap off the bed. She is pulled to her feet and almost collapses …. The corporal holds her and guides her to the chair…. ‘Shh sit’… She can feel ‘his’ warmth retained in the cushion….
The soldiers are pulling large sleeping bags from their packs….. then her mattress and bedding are dragged to the centre of the floor… the sleeping bags are added to the pile. The four soldiers then recline amonsgst the mass of soft cloth.
‘Come here Red… join us… join in… I promise you wont regret it… but if you dont want to… then we will leave… and we wont say a word to the Sgt.’
She stares at the mass of soft flesh… round breats and hips… long legs…. they all seem so much softer without the trappings of war… She almost declines…. but there is the lure of tenderness and passion… of soft caresses and kisses…. and more than anything the fear that he would know… would detect the lies… and worse… be disappointed…
She stands and moves slowly forward…. the group parts to allow her to reach the centre.. then closes in round her as she lies on the floor…..
Outside….. the temperature has dropped to below freezing…. On a boulder 10 metre’s from the house a solitary shadow moves slightly… He ignores the biting cold… He watch’s through the Thermal imaging camera as the Woman that consumes his thoughts voluntarily walks to join the group on the floor…. he sees as they close in on her and the colors change slightly as the temperature begins to rise on all their skins,,, hotter. He is tempted to stay and watch… even from here…… but denying himself the pleasure here would add to it later…. when he had spoken to the Corporal and knew what had happened… and then forced Red to tell him every little detail… every noise, touch and feeling would be recounted… in her words… Then and only then would he allow himself to watch her with the girls… and he had a whole new idea about that….
He stands… and vanishes into the shadows…. Behind him he can hear small cries of pleasure… they carry to his retreating form… ‘yes…. oh yes…. ‘
She awoke in the middle of the floor…. her blankets had been drawn over her… and the women were gone…. memories of the previous night flooded back in… touches… tongues…. ooo the tongues…. toys…. she felt ashamed and thrilled…. she had never really considered sex with women before… she had surprised herself as she had freely surrendered to the desire.
But there were things to do… and she badly needed to bathe… moving to the bathroom she caught a glimpse of herself…. she looked a lot healthier then she had…. a steady and full diet, courtesy of the Briish army, was doing wonders for her… That and ‘F’ Plan diet… she giggled at her own joke. She turned on the fawcet… it coughed, gurgled and jumped… but refused to do its job…. She sighed this meant a trip to the water bowser in the square… and through the checkpoint…oh no…. ‘He’ will be there… she bit her lip …. there was no choice really…
She pulled the little trolley out of the shed… on it she had stacked a dozen containers… and began the half mile walk into town… as she apprached the outskirts she could see them… Delta fireteam were in the usual defensive position… 2 checked the papers of all traffic and searched cars.. one was sat in a sandbagged emplacement behind some sort of heavy machine gun… another was on the other side of the road block, she knew that he was armed with all manner of rocket launchers and remotes to detonate the mines and traps around thier posotion. ‘He’ was in his usual position… in a shadow to the side…. he seemed almost asleep… she also knew that was the idea.. he liked to blend in and vanish… appearing from nowhere to soothe anger or stamp authority depending on what he felt was appropriate.
There were strange soldiers also…. she shuddered as she recognized the uniforms… the soldiers of the local militia… little more than government thugs…. she joined the line and readied her papers.. not that she needed them.. they were only too familiar with her… The British seemed to be training the Militia how to run the Blockade… they were carrying out the routine… papers.. photo comparison to a book of known ‘wanteds’… questions. Then it was her turn…
The Militia leader…. starts to make crude comments…. his men laughed at his dirty humour…. Then he grabs her arm… ‘Me and you.. we need to go check a few things.. eh? make sure all is in order…’ He begins to fondle her… roughly squeezing her breast
His face explodes in a spray of blood as a rifle butt smashes into the side of his head… The milita are startled and begin to grab thier weapons… then they notice that the four british soldiers are already covering them.. ‘naughty naughty boys….. let the Sgt’s have thier chat’
Sgt Reed is standing over the Milita Sgt… his boot is pressed into the side of his neck… and his rifle hovers an inch from his ear
‘You will not touch her, you will not speak to her, you will not even breathe in her direction’… it is said quietly, and with a quiet menace that speaks of horror. ‘If I catch you anywhere near her I will take you to a place of such pain and hurt that you will beg me to kill you…. do I make myself perfectly clear?’
The stunned man can only nod an affirmative…. ‘Good…. then take your fucking sorry excuse for a squad and fuck off… NOW’
The Militia gather thier equipment and rapidly disappear….She look at ‘Him’… he motions her to the side with a tiny glance and she follows him into his shadow.
‘You ok?’… he asks… almost softly
‘What do you care?’ she respons…. she senses that is a mistake staright away
‘Your right.. I dont… but I dont share well either.’ The iron is back in his tone… ‘Sit’
‘Perkins, grab some of the locals and get this cart filled with o2… then have em drag it back to Reds…. me and her need to discuss last night’
He sits in front of her…. close… his nose is only a few inches from hers….’ Now… tell me about last night’
And so she sits there….. and talks … it takes over an hour to recount the details… he constantly asks small questions… a detail of this…. describe that….. She tells him everything…. in as much detail as she can…. how she felt when she licked her first pussy… how it tasted… what the others were doing to her…. how many orgasms…. given and recieved…to whom… and how… the surprise as the corporal begins to fuck her from behind…. the feel of the strapon… how it felt to don it herself and use it….. the pleasure of being fucked in the ass as she rode the corporals plastic cock… the the orgasms as one of the other girls pushes her back onto saunders chest and eneters her pussy at the same time… she is crude and descriptive… trying to get a response… there is nothing… not even a twitch or change in breathing… he swallows the information like a void….. finally she stops……
‘What do you want from me…. I have done everything you asked…. I have submitted to all you resires…. given in… I dont know what you want.
He stands and stretches… lights a cigarette….. then leans down and whispers in her ear….
‘Your cooperation…. your collaboration… That you enoy it is not enough…. You must WANT to… then…then you will be who you really are….. secret self… hidden behind social structure and morals…. I KNOW YOU….. I will make you know yourself.
She shakes her head in denial… its not true… she does not believe it… can not…. will not…. but a small voice says ‘you know he is right.’
With that he throws a package at her feet…. ‘For tonight… 20.00 hrs…. be ready.’
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She picks her way towards the address the package had contained… it is awkward walking on the rough ground in the high heels she had been ordered to wear…. they strained her calves and she had to walk looking at the ground for fear of tripping…. the clothing also feels odd… the seamed stockings attached to a pvc garter belt…. under a patent black pvc mini dress…. no undearwear… her pussy freshly shaven… the wind occasionally catches under the long coat reminding her of her state of dress.
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