by Powerone
“The General wants you and your mother in his bed tonight. If you fulfill his wishes and please him, you won’t need to be put back on the bench for a pussy whipping.” He smiled, his cock already hardening at the sight of her almost naked body, clad in only a pair of panties and bra, her body fresh and rested. “I will be assisting him and I’m sure that I will be taking advantage of your lovely body again.” He let his hand roam down the front of his trousers, watching her eyes as they followed, grasping his hard cock, rubbing it up and down. “Yes, this will be for you and your mother. I think you’ve learned to love my cock,” he laughed.
She stood before him, half naked as he stroked the throbbing cock that bulged out his pants. Yes, she hated to admit it, but she had learned to love his cock, even loving it when he hurt her. It seemed to arouse her, to make her wet. It was the power he had over her, forcing her to perform sexually for him, to pleasure him. It was the General that she could not fathom, the fat, smelly General that disgusted her and the things that he made her do to him. Tonight would be the worst, forced to service his cock, forced into acts of perversion with her mother there watching, forced to do it with her mother joining in. She held her head down in shame and embarrassment.
“Let’s go. Put on those high heels. They make you look so fuckable.” He watched as she put them on, her breasts hanging down as she bent over, the twin globes trying to bust free of the bra. He watched her walk down the hall, her ass moving so sensuously, her panties clinging to her flesh, her luscious globes lightly jiggling as she moved. He almost felt like stopping her in the hall, pushing her against the wall and taking her from behind. But he knew the General was waiting and General’s were always impatient.
It was as bad as she expected, entering the General‘s bedroom, the vision of him sodomizing her bound body for the first time, the pain as his large cock was shoved up her intimate hole, forced to squeeze his cock for his pleasure until he filled her with his filthy seed came rushing back into her mind. She saw him sitting in the same chair, the same bathrobe hiding the hard cock that tented out the front as when she was forced to perform fellatio on him, his foul tasting cum filling her mouth.
“Ravishing as usual Angela. Your body is as fresh as the first time I fucked you. You still make my cock throb in excitement. Why don’t you sit down Sergeant? Angela, you remain standing. I want you to slowly undress for us. Show us that lovely naked teenage body.”
She watched the Sergeant sit beside the General, his hand already in his lap, gripping his cock. Their eyes seemed to burn through her clothes; even before she was naked she knew they were already imagining her that way. Her only thought was to get it over as quickly as possible. At least her mother wasn’t here yet. She tried to smile, hoping to please the General, hoping that he would just fuck her and let her go, his lust sated for her body. She let her hips begin to sway from side to side, doing a slow dance, their eyes pinned to her body. She reached back and unhooked her bra, her hands returning to the front to push it against her chest as she let slip down a bit, a generous portion of cleavage displayed. She saw their hands begin to stroke their cocks in excitement, Angela’s eyes pinned to the Sergeants cock, hoping that he would take her tonight. Even hoping he would tie her up and fuck her defenseless body, her pussy already dripping in pleasure at the thought of being forced to perform sexually for him.
“Very good Angela, you’ve learned quickly to become a whore. Let’s see those titties. Play with them, make the tips hard.” The General slipped his hand inside his robe, fisting his cock as he pulled it out, the hard flesh jutting up almost eight inches, the thick helmet almost purple in lust.
She tried to imagine that it was only the Sergeant as she let the bra slip to the floor, her breasts pushed into her hands as she continued the slow, gentle fucking motion of her hips. She could feel her nipples harden as she closed her eyes, imaging the Sergeant watching her in the privacy of her bedroom. She let her hands slowly slide down, her naked breasts free, the tips hardening in response. She let her fingers move back up, pinching the tips, almost doing it too hard, just like the Sergeant did to her, a tiny squeal coming from her lips when she pinched too hard. She pulled on them, stretching them out, arching her back as she did, her pussy drenched in pleasure. She was suddenly jolted back to reality by the General’s harsh voice.
“Make them dance for me Angela. Make your titties jiggle.” He loved her breasts. Tonight he would feed his cock between them, making her masturbate his cock with her luscious tits pushed tightly around his throbbing organ.
She began to shake her shoulders, her breasts gently moving back and forth, her fingers still running over the tips, feeling the tips get as hard as rocks. She wished the Sergeant would clamp his mouth on them again, sucking on them as he did before. She didn’t wait for his orders, knowing what was required of her next, her hands slipping down the front of her panties, gripping the waist and letting it slide down slowly. She felt a shudder run through her body as the waistband ran through her bush, stimulating the tiny nerve endings in each hair as she closed her eyes again, letting her panties slide down lower until they began to slide down over her shapely hips.
“Yes, what a lovely cunt,” the General crudely yelled out, his hand stroking his cock with broad strokes. “Let them slip to the floor and kick them over here,” he ordered her, her aim amazingly accurate, the General catching the tiny wisp of a garment in the air. He moved it to his face, inhaling the sweet smell of her. “They are already wet Angela, wet with your delicious scent. Turn around and show me that lovely ass again. Spread your legs and part your cheeks. I want to see the asshole that has encased my hard cock and given me so much pleasure.”
She hated it when they touched her asshole, even the Sergeant. It was such a loathsome act, sodomy. And painful, being forced to take their hard cocks up her backside, cramping her stomach as she was forced to tighten her muscles on the throbbing flesh that filled her insides until they came inside her, bathing her colon with their foul, hot semen. At least she wouldn’t have to look at them as she turned her back to them, spreading her legs, feeling her cheeks separate. She reached back, her fingers pushed between her cheeks, gripping her buns and pulling them apart until it was almost painful, her cheeks parted wide, the cool air blowing on her exposed anus. She stood their for long minutes as she felt their eyes on her backside, hearing the sound of their hands stroking their cocks as they imagined unspeakable acts that they desired to commit on her young body. Finally the General allowed her to turn around, faced with two men stroking their naked cocks as they watched her naked body.
“Play with your pussy now Angela. Spread your lips apart then masturbate for us.” The General let his fingers slide up and down his thick shaft as he watched Angela’s face turn red in shame. But it didn’t stop her from letting her fingers slide down her stomach, her legs slowly spreading wider as she did. “Keep your eyes open Angela. I want you to see us watching as you play with your pussy.” He wanted to add to her humiliation.
She stood there, her eighteen year old body naked, legs spread as she played with her pussy as if she were in her own bedroom, privately masturbating to orgasm. She tried to ignore them but it was difficult, their eyes searching out her most intimate parts of her body as they stroked their cocks. Her fingers pulled back her labia, the puffy lips still sore from the gang rape when they had bound to the bench; the soldier’s harsh bodies had rubbed painfully on her open sex. She felt some of her juices begin to flow, still not fully understanding her own desires, the Sergeant opening up so many avenues of fulfilling her sexual cravings. Each time they heaped upon the vilest perversions, she responded, getting wet and even cumming. She let her finger slide up and down her inner slit, running over the silky, moist flesh, her eyes on the Sergeant’s giant cock as he stroked it up and down, remembering the fullness she felt when he fucked her, her tight pussy stretched wide to take them massive member, almost forgetting that only days ago she was a virgin.
“Fing
er yourself Angela. Finger fuck yourself.”
The Sergeant’s voice brought back the reality of the situation, letting her finger slide down to the tight opening of her vagina, rubbing over the abused hole until she had enough juices to allow entrance. She bowed her legs out as one slim finger slid inside, feeling her tight muscles grip the finger as if it were a tiny cock. One finger became two, the digits slick with her juices as she pushed them in and out in a gentle fucking motion, her hips joining in, moving gracefully back and forth. She licked her lips as she saw the sheen of cum on the Sergeant’s cock, glistening in the light, the familiar taste of his cum returning. She only wished it was the Sergeant, not the General that she would have to sexually service. If only it was the firm, muscular body of the Sergeant, instead of the cigar smelling, fat, sweaty body of the General.
The door suddenly opened, her mother was pushed into the room by a soldier, a surprised look on her face when she saw the sight before her. Christy saw her young daughter, naked, legs spread, masturbating while the General and Sergeant openly masturbated their cocks, smiles on their faces showing the enjoyment they were getting from seeing her young daughter openly masturbating for them. If that wasn’t bad enough, she recognized the look of lust on Angela’s face as if she was enjoying it, enjoying degrading herself before the men.
“Welcome Christy. Your daughter is already here, getting ready to service my cock. You are to join her. I see that your lovely body is already naked.” He looked her up and down, the ripe tits, the broad hips, the perfect ass, all made for sex. More experienced then her daughter, easier to manage; the mere mention of hurting her daughter would force her into the vilest perversions. Tonight she would be put to the test, forced to compete against her own daughter, fighting over the General’s cock, fighting over the chance to swallow his cum. And that would go to the winner, the loser suffering a more painful and degrading fate. “Join your daughter. Masturbate for us.”
Angela looked over at her mother, her face red, but her fingers continued to slide noisily in and out of her pussy as she finger fucked herself for the enjoyment of the Sergeant and General. She hung her head in shame.
Christy had no choice, the painful rapes and beatings on the bench earlier convinced her that ultimately she would have to submit to the perversities of the General; only more pain would await any refusal. She let her legs part, one hand moving to her breast, two fingers pinching her nipple to hardness, the other hand sliding up and down her pussy slit. She looked over at the General, his eyes glued to her hand that masturbated her pussy.
“Turn around Angela. Use your wet finger and slip it up your asshole,” he ordered her, seeing the humiliation spread across her body as she heard the command.
She turned her back, letting her hand slide down over her cheeks, her fingers still wet from finger fucking her pussy. She let it slide down her crease, a tremor running through her body when it touched her sore and swollen anus, the harsh reality of yesterday’s anal rape fresh in her mind. She hated touching herself there, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good to protest. She brushed her finger against the opening and pushed, straining out on her anus to allow her wet finger entry to the tight passage, feeling her clenching rectum grip the tip of her finger as she twisted it in and out. It felt uncomfortable, but at least it was better then the thick cocks that sodomized her there, the General was the worst. He enjoyed making her take his cock hard and deep, her stomach cramping from the thick flesh shoved inside her. She began a gentle fucking of her asshole, her rectum beginning to spasm from the unnatural act. She bent over deeper, shoving her ass out, imaging the Sergeant watching her, his hand stroking his cock faster, wishing it was his finger instead of hers. Calm down Angela. Get back to reality. You are being forced to masturbate for the pleasure of the soldiers watching you. They aren’t lovers! You’re as bad as your daughter.
The General got up and moved over to the bed, reclining on it, his head propped up with a pillow. He pulled out a cigar, lighting the dark stogie, the foul smelling, acrid smoke moving slowly up into the air. He pushed open his robe, spreading his legs, his heavy, swollen balls laden with sperm; one of these lucky ladies would soon be gifted with the privilege of swallowing his load. He stroked his cock, propping it up with his hand, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Come over her girls. It is time for you to show me how well you can suck my cock. The winner who makes me orgasm will have the privilege of swallowing my cum. The loser will be bound and ass-fucked. Since I will have just cum, it will be a long and painful fuck that I will enjoy; hearing your cries of pain will only make me fuck you harder. You will each have two minutes, then it will be the other’s turn. The Sergeant will be in back of you with a riding crop to keep up your enthusiasm. When you are not sucking my cock you will suck my balls or tongue my asshole. Either that or the whip.” He smiled as the two naked girls approached his bed. The thought of their hot mouths on his cock almost made him cum. He wasn’t even sure which he would like to sodomize. Christy was more submissive, but Angela had more fight in her, sodomizing her more enjoyable by the way her body fought his intrusion up her ass with his hard cock. “You first Angela. Wrap your hot little lips around my cock and suck.”
Angela gagged at the sight of his cock. It was so big, the head almost purple, the ridge around the helmet like head pronounced. A large, blue vein ran up the side, a pair of heavy, hairy balls hanging down. Her brain registered the taste of his cock, relieving the mouth rape she had suffered under him before, the thick cock that had split her lips, the choking and gagging as he forced his giant weapon down her throat. She crawled on the bed, knowing the view she was giving the Sergeant, her legs spreading as she crawled on her knees, her ass thrust up. She shivered when she saw the riding crop in his hand, her pussy wet at the thought of him slashing at her body, forcing her to do the General’s sexual bidding. How had she come so depraved, relishing, even welcoming the perversities they had come to expect from her? Did she always have these deep seeded desires, the General and Sergeant just awakening them? She climbed up next to the General, the smoke from his cigar almost choking her. She reached for his cock, wetting her lips, hoping to make entry into the hot confines of her mouth easier for the large cock. She felt it shudder and jerk when her hand gripped the massive shaft, squeezing it tightly, her small hand wrapped around it tightly.
His cock almost spewed its load as her soft hand gripped the shaft, her tongue licking her lips, those sweet, young lips that would soon be wrapped tightly around his cock sending it into spasms of pleasure. He tried to contain his ardor, wanting to dump his load in her mother’s mouth, planning on using Angela’s asshole for his second load of cum. He would enjoy her bound on the bed, her mother behind him, tonguing his asshole as he ass-fucked her bound daughter. He waited patiently as Angela’s head slowly moved towards his cock, her mouth opening, her hot breath blowing lightly on his cockhead, a tiny drop of pre-cum leaking out. Her mouth opened wider, only inches from his cock, her hand bringing it up straight, ready to engulf. “MMMMM,” the only thing he could murmur as her soft, wet lips slid over the head to grasp it just under the edge of the helmet, her lips pursed tightly around it like a stretched rubber band, tightly clinging to his pulsating flesh. He shuddered again as her rough tongue rasped over the tip, lapping at the piss hole, dripping his hot pre-cum into her mouth in appreciation. “God, you were made for cock sucking,” he complimented her. “Make your tongue dance on my cock.”
She turned red in shame as her mouth engulfed the thick cock, the foul taste permeating all of the corners of her mouth. The thick, salty taste of his cum mixed with her saliva, the thick fluid overpowering all of the other tastes. His moans of pleasure embarrassed her, his compliments humiliating, her mother watching as she sucked his cock as if she were a whore, or worse, his lover. Her lips slowly engulfed the head, the thick flesh stretching her lips, her tongue lashing at the tip as she began the loathsome fellatio that was required of her. She raised her ass up in the air for the
Sergeant, spreading her knees slightly; not wanting to be so obvious but any attention the Sergeant paid to her would make the forced fellatio more bearable. If it only was the Sergeant’s hard cock, not the half-limp cock of the fat General that was in her mouth, the thought making her pussy wet of servicing his massive cock with her mouth. She slowly let her head slide forward, her ass rising up as her lips slid down the shaft of his cock, her tongue bathing the thick shaft, making entry into the confines of her mouth easier. She began to move her mouth up and down his cock, fucking the flesh with her mouth, her tongue continually running over and around the hot flesh, sucking his cock.
The Sergeant’s cock jumped at the sight of Angela sucking the General’s cock, her pussy and asshole peeking out. He noticed her ass rising up, her legs spreading, her hips beginning a gentle fucking motion as she sucked the General’s cock. Her asshole peeked out from between her cheeks, still red from the abuse of the anal rapes. Her pussy glistened in the light, her juices giving her away. She was aroused. He was sure that it wasn’t the General doing it. Her ass wagged at him as if she was offering her posterior up to the whip. She seemed to want the attention of him, or at least the riding crop. He didn’t want to disappoint her. He let the crop fly in the air, the whistle breaking the silence of the room, shattered by the thud as it struck the white flesh of her ass, slashing across the broad expanse of her cheeks with a resounding thud.
“EEEH,” she screamed, her mouth pushed down on the General’s cock, bashing at her throat as she felt the sharp lash of the crop on her ass. God, it hurt. Her hips twisted to the sides as the pain radiated in her sensitive flesh. She felt a gush of juices in her pussy. She pressed her ass up into the air again, her legs spreading wantonly now, leaving all of her sex available to the lash of the Sergeant, begging for more.