by Powerone
“I wouldn’t want you to dehydrate so my men saved up their cum from last night. I will feed it to you one at a time. I must have at least thirty of them, sure I can satisfy your thirst.” He smiled as he picked up the first condom, holding it over her open mouth, the Doctor holding her head steady. He began to fold the condom inside out, seeing her eyes stare as the cum inside slowly began to slide out in long ropey drips that seemed to take forever to fall into her mouth.
She tasted the first one, the cold salty cum falling on her tongue, gagging as the thick fluid slowly began to slide down her tongue to move down her throat. She had no choice but to swallow it, the General already ready with another. It took five minutes before he emptied the first ten in her mouth, the foul cum permeating her oral cavity, unable to do anything but swallow their swill, feeling the thick fluid filling her stomach.
The Sergeant got behind Angela, pushing down on her back, hearing her groan as the cock inside her bent and stretched places inside her not meant to stretch that way. The soldier inside her gripped her around the middle, her tits pressed into her chest, his hips humping up and down, sliding his cock in and out her clenching pussy. She felt the Sergeant behind her, suddenly realizing what he was going to do. Before she could protest, the other soldier stuck his slimy cock in her mouth, her tongue forced to clean his cum from it. She felt the Sergeant nudge her asshole with his cock, feeling the thick head bang against her backdoor. She still hurt back there, the burning of the General’s sodomy had not gone away, sure that she was forever ruined. She couldn’t protest, the soldiers cock in her mouth suddenly getting hard again, the thought of the three of them taking her at once exciting him to hardness again. He began to push in, his cock expanding in her mouth with no place to go except down her throat. She gagged as it passed her tonsils, she screamed as her anus was stretched wide to take the thick cock passing into her rectum, her crotch feeling like they were shoving up baseball bats between her legs.
Christy could only watch as the three of them took her lovely daughter brutally, the pain etched on her face as the three thick cocks filled all of her orifices. They ignored her muffled cries of pain, their only desire it to seek the pleasure that her tight, young body could afford them. Five minutes and they were still not finished, the General making the pink dildo inside her go faster and deeper, the twin mechanical cocks inside her shoving in at the same time, similar to what Angela was suffering as she was sandwiched between the men. Ten minutes, still pumping away, their bodies abused beyond reason, the men seeking their pleasures. The Doctor returned with more condoms, her mouth filled with the remaining twenty, slowly sliding down as she coughed and choked on the thick semen, the men laughing as she drank the juices of all of his soldiers. Finally they came, the three men filling Angela’s body with their cum, hosing her mouth, pussy and asshole with their hot cum. She slumped over, physically and emotionally exhausted as the men plucked their cocks from her holes, cum dripping down all over the mattress, Angela turning her head as the cum slowly dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. A slap on her ass the only acknowledgment she received as they left her alone in the room.
Christy was finally released from the chair, unable to stand, her asshole and pussy reamed out, her stomach gurgling from the abundance of cum they poured down her throat. Both of them were brought back to their cells, neither one had enough strength to bath, Christy vomiting up the cum into the corner of her room.
Chapter 8 - The Punishment
She got up off of the floor, moving slowly to the shower; despite the pain she was eager to wash their filth from her body. She could barely walk, her pussy and asshole swollen and abused from their hard cock, Angela still didn’t understand how her body managed to take them both between her legs, the pain of the tearing as they did still fresh in her mind. She shut her eyes as she softly washed her body, running the rough washcloth over her sensitive breasts, her nipples still sore from the one soldier that seemed to enjoy chewing on them, almost biting them off, forcing her to ride his cock energetically almost as if she were enjoying it. She could feel her nipples harden, the rough texture of the washcloth bringing about a masochistic sensation that raced down between her legs.
She let the washcloth slip down over her abdomen to touch her swollen pubes, spreading her legs to allow it to slip between her lips. “No, don’t” she taunted herself as she ran it harshly up and down her slit, her eyes closed as she imagined how she looked, three thick hard cocks tearing into her body as her mother watched her debasement. At least they didn’t make her cum, Angela having to fight the urge when they sprayed her body with their cum, jet after jet of cum filling her mouth, pussy and deep into her colon, burning as it filled her to overflowing. She spread her legs wider, her other hand reaching down between her cheeks to feel her swollen anus, sore to the touch as her soapy finger circled it. The cock in her ass was so big, forcing her insides to stretch and tear to take it deep inside, Angela unable to do anything to stop him from burying deep inside her until she felt the terrible cramps. Her insides had clenched onto the large cock, bringing him so much pleasure at her expense, each painful cramp making her tighten on his cock, spurring him onto greater degradation of her body. Only eighteen and her young body sodomized by so many cocks had taught that her pain only increased their pleasure.
She rubbed her pussy harder with the washcloth, moving it up and down her slit, rubbing it over her sensitive clit, the rough material feeling like sandpaper, but also bringing about a surprising arousal in her body. What had they taught her? Did she really enjoy the humiliation and pain as they took her without regard for her pain or pleasure? She pushed one finger into her asshole, feeling her rectum gripping on it tightly, the finger slipper with soap. It still burned, the familiar ache in her backside returning. She thought of the General’s cock inside her, sodomizing her for the first time while bound, unable to stop him from plunging deep into her colon while his flabby stomach banged against her tight cheeks.
She was ready to cum, unable to understand why, but not caring, only wanting to satisfy the arousal they had instilled in her. She rubbed harder, the pain increasing, her finger dug painfully into her rectum, scratching her inside with her nail as she rubbed her clit harshly. “God, don’t make me do this,” she screamed as she came all over her finger, twisting her finger into her asshole, forcing her to stand on her toes to escape the cruel scraping inside her. She came hard, bathing her finger with her juices, letting the shower quickly wash away her shame as she came from the thoughts of them taking her so harshly.
CLAP, CLAP, the noise rang out in the shower, Angela turning quickly to see where it was coming from. The Sergeant stood in the doorway, a big shit eating grin on his face, Angela quickly turning red in shame at being caught masturbating.
“It seems our Angela likes being raped. You like taking all of the big cocks in all of your holes, especially when your mother is watching you?” He laughed at her shame. “I’m sure we can make you cum many more times today. The General has such plans for your body again. Yours and your mothers. Now get your ass dry and in some clothes. Bra and panties I think this time. You look so sexy in them.”
She saw him watching her as she quickly dried out, slipping her panties up her legs, his eyes glued to her pussy as she slipped them up over her hips. She arched her back to put her bra on, the bulge in the Sergeants pants getting larger as her young tits stood out so proudly, her nipples still swollen and aroused. “Where are we going?” She was almost afraid of an answer, the unknown being better then the truth.
“You don’t want to know. It is much better to imagine it. Now get your cute ass going,” watching as she walked in front of him, her firm ass snuggled so tightly in the brief panties, her crack highlighted, the gentle swing of her cheeks as she walked making his cock grow in his pants. They moved down the halls to the large double doors at the end, the sound of voices coming from behind them. “In there, they’re waiting for you.”
Christy was allowed
to put on panties and bra, a pair of high heels making the muscles in her legs taut. The soldier had cuffed her arms behind her back, the metal digging into her wrists.
“Stick your tits out,” he ordered her, punching her into the stomach when she didn’t instantly respond. “I said stick your tits out,” this time smiling as she arched her back, her breasts thrust out as she tried to breathe, his punch knocking the air from her lungs. “Much better. It will be a lot less painful if you obey the first time.” His hands slid up her stomach to cup her bra encased breasts in his large hands. “Nice tits,” moving up against her until he felt his cock rubbing against her pussy. “You like cock?”
She felt him molesting her breasts, his hands gripping them harshly, rubbing his cock against her pussy, his rough pants harsh, even through the panties. “Yes,” she lied.
He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her into his cock, humping her dryly. “They say you’re a good fuck. I’m going to try you out when they are finished with you. Maybe your cute little daughter too,” laughing as he humped her. He slapped her ass hard. “They’re waiting for us. I’ll have time for you later.”
Christy saw Angela just in front of them, clad in her underwear, just as she was. At least her wrists weren’t cuffed. They both saw the double door, the ominous sounds from behind it. The door opened into a room, filled with at least twenty men. Many were officers like the General, balding and flabby. But there was at least a sprinkling of young enlisted men.
“Ah, her is our victims,” the General teased. “Girls, you are here to entertain our men and today they would like to watch you being punished. Put
Christy in the punishment bench for now. We will work on her lovely daughter Angela first.”
Three men quickly grabbed Christy, dragging her over to the punishment bench, Christy fighting, already fearing the position she would be placed in. It was a large wooden structure, the base consisting of a hard wood board, large enough to hold the body of a female on her back. What quickly caught Christy’s attention were the leather straps, two next to the board, one on each side but the other two were high up, attached to a wooden board in the wall with chains about three inches long. Each one was spread wide, the excess chain allowing only limited movement, more to entertain the men. They would like the way she would try to escape, her legs jerking about with no chance of doing anything but make her more open. The bench was made for up to four females side by side, today only Angela would join her mother later.
Christy tried to struggle but the men were too powerful and with her wrists already cuffed behind her back they tossed her about like a toy. Her bra was the first thing to go, ripped from her body, the straps straining until they popped leaving red welts in her skin. Her breasts bounced free, one of the men making them bounce even more to the amusement of the others. Hands at her waist held her still as her panties were slowly drawn down her body until they fell to her ankles. Hands grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, her panties tossed into the corner. Now that she was naked again, they backed her up to the bench, one of them guiding her onto the board, her legs grabbed at the ankles and quickly drawn off of the floor, Christy slumping hard against the wood.
The soldiers secured her wrists into the leather cuffs, Christy able to move them somewhat, the chains longer then the other set, but effective at keeping her bound. She could only struggle as two of the soldiers guided her legs up into the air, Christy sliding back onto the wood on her back until she was pushed against the wall, the men making sure that she would be able to see forward and they would be able to see her face. She was half sitting, half reclining on the wood board as they began to draw her legs over her head, higher and higher up until she felt them strapping her ankles into the leather cuffs. They had spread her legs wide, real wide. She could feel the air rushing over her pussy and her asshole, knowing that she was completely exposed and open. That is what she feared the most. Her legs were pulled up so high; none of her ass was even touching the wooden bench.
The General moved in front of her, his cock bulging out his pants as he saw her open sex, her pussy lips pulled so far apart you could almost see inside her. Even her asshole was pulled open, still red and swollen from the rape, but already shrinking back to size. He smiled at Christy as his hand reached down to run over her pussy and asshole, seeing Christy squirm as he did. “I don’t think you are going anywhere Christy. I have some whips and canes that I’m going to use on that lovely ass and pussy. Angela will join you but I want to pay special attention to her. Then I’ll get you to sing for us. Meanwhile one of my soldiers will masturbate you while you watch your lovely daughter being punished.” He laughed as one of the soldiers moved closed to her.
Christy could only struggle as the soldier, a young boy barely eighteen stared at her wide open sex as if he were the only child in a candy store. She felt his touch on her ass cheeks, rubbing over them in ever widening circles, the palm of his hand running over her exposed anus and pussy.
The soldier couldn’t believe his good luck, the chance to masturbate one of the female prisoners. He hoped that the General would allow him to fuck her, maybe even up her ass if he did a good job. He had never had anal sex before, his girlfriends refusing to even discuss what they considered a loathsome act. His thoughts went back to the task at hand. She was the mother of the young girl but she had a nice body, even after the numerous rapes she had been through. “You gonna get wet for me Christy?” His fingers moved to her slit, pulling apart both of her lips to exposed her inner lips, a darker red from the fucking she had endured. He let his fingers play up and down her inner lips, touching her intimately was she squirmed under his probing fingers. He could feel the moisture. “Yes, I can feel you juicing up for me,” he teased her, the General standing nearby, smiling at Christy’s ardor.
She hated the way that they forced her, bound and spread, her body made available to them. No matter how much she tried, she could avoid the soldiers fingers from making her get wet, his fingers gentle after the harsh rapes they had subjected her to. Her ass when up higher when she felt a finger poised at the entrance to her vagina, still sore from the hard cock that had pierced her painfully before. It gently pushed in, his other hand moving up to her clit, lightly tapping at the bud that pushed out from beneath its hood. She felt her vagina slowly open, the finger moving in and out up to the first knuckle as she rocked on it back and forth.
“Such a nice hot cunt,” he whispered to her, moving his finger around inside her. “Maybe two fingers to fill you,” moving one finger out before pushing in two fingers together, feeling her flower open for him, sucking his fingers into her hot insides. “Yes, you like that, I can feel it.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside her, feeling her ass arching up to allow him access to the depths of her vagina.
God, how could she let him do this to her. But she couldn’t deny the feeling between her legs, the soldier’s gentle masturbation arousing her body to a fever pitch. The two fingers began to fuck her like a small prick, moving inside her, in and out in a gentle fucking motion that she rode, tightening her muscles on them as they pushed in and out. She closed her eyes to block out the cruelty around her, concentrating on the pleasure between her legs. The fingers seemed to reach deep inside her, touching places that she didn’t even know existed, his other hand continuing to tease her clit. She didn’t think she could last much longer, not wanting to, wanting to cum from the pleasure, blocking out the painful rapes.
The soldier pushed three fingers into her vagina, now slick with her juices as she moved up and down on his fucking fingers, hearing her gasp as she slowly spread to allow the fingers to push inside her. “Yes, cum for me Christy,” tapping at her clit with his fingertip, almost as if he were slapping it with his nail, back and forth over the swollen tip. He pushed in deep, a throaty groan from her lips that she was ready. He pinched her clit with two fingers, pulling the engorged bud out as he fucked his fingers deep inside her clenching pussy, spreading his fingers as he did, making
her feel them crawling around inside her as if they were tiny animals.
She felt her clit pulled and stretched, the fingers gripping it tightly, her pussy now filled with fingers that moved around inside her, stretching and twisting in her pussy. His voices, urging her to cum, aroused an animalistic urge in her as she was bound and masturbated, forced to be pleasured, an act that she was now more then willing to succumb to. “Yes, make me cum,” she whispered, the fingers taking the pleasure from her body.
The soldier smiled as she came, bucking up and down in her bondage as she humped his fingers, twisting her hips to the sides, pulling her own clit out, muffled screams of ecstasy as she couldn’t contain her emotions any longer. He felt his fingers soaked by her juices as she came on him. His other girlfriends had never cum like this, Christy almost cumming as if she were a man, squiring out onto his hand. “Yes, cum Christy, cum hard.” He pinched her clit harder, her ass rising up as she came again, the sudden pain on her clit sending another orgasm through her body.
The fingers stayed inside her, unmoving as she slumped down, her body satisfied. The finger left her clit, Christy grateful, her swollen bud now so sensitive. She was afraid to open her eyes, ashamed at how easily she had succumbed to the boy’s masturbation.
“Make her cum again soldier,” the General ordered him. “See how many times you can make her cum for us. Do a good job and I will let you have your choice, mother or daughter. Or maybe you would rather have both?”
Christy’s eyes shot opened, embarrassed as she saw all of the eyes staring at her, knowing that had all witnessed her cumming. Even Angela seemed to be ashamed at her mother’s exhibition. “No more,” she shot back, but she already felt the fingers begin to move inside her again, the leather cuffs leaving her so naked and vulnerable.