“Show Doctor Scott you’ve learned your lesson.”
Scott smiled and gently shoved Gwen’s pale face toward the black-skinned giant. “Oh, you first, Gregor. You did all the work, you deserve her first service.”
Gwen’s pale, frightened face stared up at Gregor’s massive black body, her wide blue eyes spellbound at the spectacle of his long, bulky cock throbbing just an inch from her cherry-red, cupid’s bow lips. His blood-pounding erection swelled his manhood rigid, the inexorable stretching out dragged back its foreskin, exposing the dark, bulbous knob with its predatory slit.
During her training, she had stared, wild-eyed at the scene of a man’s orgasm spewing out a torrent of white, glutinous curdle of sperm-laden cum onto a bound girl’s face, breasts, or afterward, forced to look at viscid strings of it dripping from the girl’s pussy, ass, or lips. The men laughed as she doubled over in her cell and retched.
Gwen fought down the wave of nausea welling up in her belly. The pungent, musky odor of the flesh and sweat-dewed bristle of his pubic hair made her head swim.
When she hesitated, Scott lay the whip across her kneeling legs. “Just a reminder, and an incentive to do a good job.” Gwen closed her tear-drenched eyes and opened her mouth.
“Careful with those pretty white teeth, girl. If you get careless with them, we’ll have to remove them.”
Gwen gasped with one last sob, then closed her lips around the gleaming head of Gregor’s cock. Her cheeks compressed against her teeth as she sucked. Her warm pink tongue explored the surface of the cock-tip, brushing the slit, then caressing the ridge of its frenulum.
Gregor tilted his head back and opened his mouth. His double row of beaming teeth accentuated his wide grin. Scott noticed his flexing toes, curling and grappling at the floor in his exhilaration. He splayed his fingers, strafing them through the golden silk of Gwen’s hair. “Abebi,” he moaned in his native language, “mandissa!”
The girl intensified her lascivious nurturing, hoping that her nightmare might end sooner. Animal grunts and moans mounted in Gregor’s throat and spilled into the warm, lamp-lit air. The eternal, universal language of lust careened off the walls and echoed down the passageway.
The newly-captured girls huddled in the dark corners of their cells, pressed their hands over their ears, and tried to shut out this dreadful prophecy of their own carnal fate.
Gregor’s hips quaked, shaking and quivering as he strained to siphon every nerve-ending’s euphoric perception into his feral consciousness. The massive muscles of his upper thighs flexed and spasmed, tapping against Gwen’s tear-damp cheeks as she struggled to master the revulsion in her stomach. The vision of his male effusion squirting into her mouth, gushing down her throat, and millions of his spawning spermatozoon darting about in her belly was too horrible for her to endure.
But I must—or they will make me suffer a more unmerciful fate.
The infinitely sensitive membrane lining her mouth detected the male gland’s tremor, a formidable signal of Gregor’s imminent upheaval. A muffled whimper vibrated in her throat, its dainty stimulation triggering Gregor’s love-valve, unleashing a brimming fountainhead of cum. Gwen’s cheeks swelled with the impact of the first gush. She clenched her closed eyelids, remembering the brutal scene of a girl’s punishment for dribbling sperm around her lips as her master’s cum rocketed from his cock-slit deep in her mouth.
Suck—swallow! Suck—swallow! Suck—swallow! The unrelenting drill hammered inside her head, its message forced into her subconscious as the unending hours of her training and punishment stretched from day into night and still continuing into the next day and night until her exhausted mind and body hovered between a hazy, half-perceived reality and the brief mercy of unconsciousness.
Gregor bellowed his triumph, writhing his hips against Gwen’s face, demanding every morsel of her sexual submission to his spasming cock. When his cock shuddered as it dribbled the last drop, he halted, breathing heavily, gripping the dangling chains to support his weary body.
“Damn!” he groaned loudly. “The little bitch made my cock run dry. Now I’ll have to recuperate before I join you with the nurses tonight.”
“Then I’d better not let her manipulate me, or I’ll miss that party.” He took Gwen’s wrist and lifted the girl to her feet. Her legs trembled with fear and fatigue. “Run along now, pretty Nurse. I want you bathed and in your uniform in the therapy ward this evening at seven o’clock, after dinner is served to the soldiers—understand?”
“Y-y-yes, s-sir.” The naked girl trotted away on wobbly legs, one hand splayed over her queasy belly, the other covering her mouth.
Chapter Eleven
Sex Angels
The bloated ball of the brilliant sun dipped into the sea in the west, and drew the cloak of twilight across the sky after it. A deep, luminous pool of lavender stretched high above Blackthorne House, breeding flecks of starlight in its womb.
Doctor Scott, assisted by Doctor Vance, Chalmers, Crom, Shawe and Gregor, herded the bevy of female beauties down the corridor and into the hospital ward. A double row of beds, one on each side of the long room, waited for them. There were no blankets, no covers, just one sheet covering the mattress, tucked neatly under. Nothing was available to cover the nakedness of the person who would lay on it.
Chalmers slapped the long, limber riding crop into his leather-gloved palm. “All right, nurses, you know what you’re here for, lie down on the beds. We’ll get you secured, then bring in the men who are anxious to meet you.”
The two-dozen girls moved along the center aisle, each one turning to climb onto their bed’s firm mattress. Kerrie and Poppie were assigned the first two beds, then whimpering Kathleen, and even Lissa and Addy insisted in being dressed in the skimpy nurse costumes and made a part of the flesh festival.
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“I went to the hospital today,” Addy excitedly chattered to Lissa and Aunt Caroline Cailean as they sipped afternoon tea in the parlor. “The soldiers! Oh, they are so cute, and they all stared at me with—you know—THAT look in their smoldering eyes.” She clasped her hands in front of her and sighed in ecstasy, “They’re so young—hardly more than boys, but they have a man’s implement.” She pouted briefly. “Doctor Scott wouldn’t let me lift up their sheets so I could look at their cocks.”
“Maybe they got shot off in the war,” Aunt Caroline said with a teasing smile.
“Oh, no, they still have them. I lifted my skirt to show them my golden muff, and every man’s cock came to attention like good soldiers. I could see all of them tenting their sheets.”
“Well!” Aunt Caroline said with a lifted eyebrow, “You make it all sound so delightful. I think I will join your frolic tonight.”
Lissa grinned and shook her head. “Oh, Auntie—what would you do?”
“Just because I’m older than you two, that doesn’t make my body ugly. I will be a ‘head’ nurse. Don’t you think I’m still capable of servicing a man’s jolly roger with my mouth?”
“I’ll go, too,” Aunt Willa said. “There’s a few gray hairs on my head, but there’s still fire in my loins.” She sighed and a wistful look flickered in her eyes. “It’s been so long since I made a handsome young man’s cock sit up and take notice of my pussy.”
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Caroline and Willa shuffled along at the end of the parade, their ankle chains hindering their gait. Little bells swung from the links, tinkling enticingly to catch a man’s attention. They wore the standard skimpy nurse costume, and a nurse’s cap. Their caps displayed the word, “oral” in large, black letters. Pearls were sewn onto their caps, mimicking drops of fresh cum. There would be no doubt what they were here for. And as they both had requested, their arms were crossed behind them and strapped brutally tight high up against their backs.
Their lips were tinted a bright crimson, a beacon for men’s delight. Even in their late thirties, their pampered bodies still drew stares from red-blooded males. Aunt Caroline’s breasts were firm,
their twin mounts still perky and jutting out with mischievous exuberance. Aunt Willa’s abundant globes swelled out generously, touting their lavish, cinnamon-brown nipples with shameless boasting. Their sway and jounce as she hobble-stepped along spoke of extensive experience in servicing men’s lecherous appetites. Willa smiled to herself, determined to use them to lure young men’s cocks into her mouth.
Tonight, Caroline and Willa’s self-confidence in their feminine seductiveness would be validated when young men chose them for sex. They moved to the last two beds at the end of the rows, and knelt at the foot of the beds.
The men were strapping the chained cuffs around the nurses’ wrists and ankles, stretching them out spread-eagled on the beds. On each bedside table lay a pair of scissors, handy for removing articles of clothing.
Two of the nurses were now gagged and rolled over on their bellies with a large, firm pillow under their waist. When their wrists and ankles were chained to the bedposts, their plump, rounded asses jutted up, perky and inviting. Crom and Gregor plopped down an opened jar of Vaseline on the girls’ bedside tables. The two girls stared at the jars with wide-eyed horror. There was no mystery in their minds about what way they would service their many lovers all night long.
Scott folded his arms across his chest and grinned. “Now for some romantic candle light, then we can undress ourselves and bring in the young men.”
Chalmers, Gregor and Crom moved from bed to bed, lighting the lone candle on each bedside table. Scott and Vance strode down the center of the long room, reaching up to extinguish the lamps hanging from the high ceiling. A dim, soft, sensual glow filled the ward, gracing the nurses’ defenseless bodies with a golden warmth.
“Damn,” Doctor Vance whispered hoarsely, sweeping his smoldering eyes across the tableau of beautiful feminine flesh, “this is a scene right out of an Arabian Nights fairy tale. No wonder my father enjoyed reading them to me over and over when I was a small child on his lap. I always wondered what that hard thing was I could feel in his trousers. And it was such a mystery to me why he and mother had dark circles under their eyes and big grins on their faces the next morning.”
Scott nodded. “Puberty opens Aladdin’s silky treasure cave for both men and women, Vance.”
When the men had stripped off all their clothes and tossed them into a corner, Chalmers went to the far door and unlocked it. It swung open to reveal a crowd of two dozen naked young men, most with bandages, and a few on crutches. There was a collective inrush of air into lungs as they gasped at the carnal tableau, then a chorus of delighted moans.
General Mercher led the soldiers through the door. “Well, come in, boys. You are all welcome to indulge yourselves with the girls. I’m sure all of you will want to sample as many nurses as you can. We’re all naked here, so none of us have military rank. We all are equal tonight, and every girl is ours for the taking.”
“Wow!” one young soldier said. “Look at that red-head over there. Look at her cute face, she’s a knock-out! My God, my knees get weak just looking at her body.”
“Why don’t you climb into her bed and take advantage of her?” Doctor Vance said. “We’ve made it impossible for her to protect herself, so you can do anything with her body you want to.”
“I will,” the young man replied. His young cock was already lifting, anxious to perform its duty for its owner.
The rest of the soldiers swarmed into the room, choosing sex-mates with gleeful delight. A chubby, corpulent youth rubbed his pudgy hands together and chuckled. “Back home, the girls just laughed at me when I tried to date them. They teased me about being fat. They pointed at my big belly and laughed. Then they told me to go back home. All the thin, handsome guys got to fuck them, but never me. Now my dreams have come true. I’m going to screw every pretty girl in this room as many times as I can.” He leapt onto the mattress, straddling the wide-eyed girl’s body. With a whoop, he flopped down on her, his massive, bulging belly squashing her torso. The impact forced the air from her lungs, her eyes popping from the pressure.
“Fuck her silly, Jim,” his buddy in the next bed said with a laugh. “Make her pay for all the other girls that tormented you with their cock-teasing.”
Jim guided his virgin cock into the girl’s lotion-lubricated pussy and rammed his bulk into her groin. Her shrieks and squeals gave evidence of his violence and excitement as he pounded into her.
Next to him, Jerry ground his manhood up to its hilt into the brunette, mashing his wiry pubic hair against her silken muff. Grunting and snorting, his vigorous body demonstrated his early experience and sexual scholarship.
General Mercher smiled over the scene of young soldiers discovering what it was they were fighting for. When they returned to the front, their sky-high morale would inspire their entire division. Men by the thousands would fight with indomitable spirit, filled with the vision of around-the-clock sex with the beautiful girls waiting for them when they returned home as heroes.
“Our victory is certain!” he said to himself.
Willa’s quivering breasts caught his eye, making his erection twitch with anticipation. He strode over to her and presented his cock for her inspection. “I believe in sharing, don’t you?” He sat on the bed and lay down, stretching out with his arms resting on the pillow, his hands under his head. “Won’t you join me?”
Willa smiled and squirmed up on the bed, struggling without the use of her arms, and her ankles hobbled.
“Lay on top of me first,” he said. “Then kneel beside my shoulder. I want to feel those twin globes drag across my face and taste your luscious nipples.”
“As you wish, sir,” she replied with her most seductive, throaty whisper. “I will obey.” General Mercher felt her warm, tingling flesh pressing down on his. He luxuriated in the sensation of her sinuous, sensual squirming against his naked body, then drank in the vision of her struggling to a kneeling position. Her heavy breasts swayed under her as she writhed against her bonds. She bent over his head, guiding her drooping beauties across his mouth and forehead. Willa paused when she felt his teeth seize her nipple. “OH! UH-H-H!” She sucked in a deep breath and bit her lip as the general’s tongue kneaded it with brutal intensity. His jaw opened and he sucked in a generous measure of soft, perfumed flesh. His teeth closed with moderate strength and Willa yelped. “Sir, your pleasure is hurting me.” There was a pause, then she continued, “Please do it again, sir.”
Mercher pulled his hands out from behind his head and cradled her breasts in the curve of his splayed fingers. He clasped their velvet roundness, testing their softness as he sucked alternately on one nipple, then the other.
“Your brave cock is standing at rigid attention, signaling for action,” Willa whispered. “Shall I go to its aid?”
“Yes,” he answered. “It needs a nurse’s lips to soothe its fever and remedy its swelling.”
“I have just what the doctor ordered,” she replied.
Willa shifted her face to the throbbing manhood. First, she merely blew her warm breath on its turgid purple head. It shuddered in response, every taut nerve tingling.
“Oh, God,” General Mercher groaned. “I never dreamed I could feel so wonderful lying in a hospital bed.”
Willa’s breath wandered up and down his rigid shaft, the incredibly dainty sensation making the curly wisps of his pubic hair squirm and writhe in an agony of anticipation.
“Oh, paradise,” he moaned, his eyes fixed on the rhythmic swaying of Willa’s dangling breasts.
Her tongue crept cautiously from between her ruby lips and tapped the tip of Mercher’s manhood.
“UNGH!” he tensed his arms and legs. Squirming his hips into the mattress.
“Does this handsome toy want its bath now?” Willa opened her mouth, exhaling exquisitely as her head dipped to trap his purple bulb with her lips. “M-m-m-m-m,” she hummed as she stalked its contours with her sinuous tongue.
“HO-O-OH” The general released a long-held breath and sucked in another lu
ng full. His lips were curled back, pulled down tight in his carnal trance. His throat constricted as his whole mind focused on the sensual ceremony bewitching his male masterpiece.
“Oh, paradise!” he gasped when Willa dipped her head, suctioning in the whole length of his shuddering cock. Her tongue swirled violently, lashing every atom of its flesh, a velvet rasp, chafing him into frantic arousal.
“Damn! Damn! That’s...” His voice changed into a moaning youth’s, weeping with joy. “That’s...God, I can’t stand this pleasure. It’s...God, your mouth feels so...ARGUH! UGH! Ye-e-SS!”
General Mercher’s torso convulsed, his hips shuddering upward to surrender his vulnerable cock to every precarious whim and treacherous possibility of Willa’s knifelike teeth. He abandoned all caution and reason in the madness, and bondage of his orgasm. Surge after surge of spurting cum erupted in Willa’s mouth as sexual elation subjugated his vulnerable cock to the enveloping snare of Willa’s potentially powerful bite.
She smiled in her mind. Do men think of that when they are enjoying oral sex? How eager would they be to lay their most sensitive and precious possession between the dangerous weapon of our teeth if they could guess how incessantly we women are tempted to give their cocks an abusive nip?
General Mercher’s shuddering slowed, and stopped. His breath heaved in healthy celebration. The wide grin and closed eyes confirmed his consummation. He opened his eyes and spoke. “Open your mouth. Show it to me, then swallow.”
Pig! Willa forced a smile and opened her lips, revealing the creamy white cum. She lifted her chin, exposing her throat to his gaze as she swallowed.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now find another cock to please while I recover and prepare for my next orgasm.”
Willa slipped off the mattress and stood up. She shuffled slowly down the aisle, letting the rhythmic sway of her breasts and hips reveal the wish in her heart while the message on her nurse’s cap solicited another cock’s attention.
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