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For James
Chapter 6
By Incomplete
Synopsis: A young pretty Asian wife falls into the hands of several sadists
but must endure it for the sake of her husband.
Story Codes: M/f slavery real reluctant humiliation Serious
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and includes adult situations and
extreme acts of sexual depravity, including rape and torture. It is intended
for adults only. If you are under the age of eighteen or, in some jurisdictions,
twenty-one, do not continue past this point. If you desire to read on, it is by
your own choice and responsibility as a free adult in a free society. All
characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons living
or dead, is purely coincidental. The author does not condone any non-consensual
sexual activity in the real world. This is fantasy, not reality, and it should
stay that way.
There was a loud uproar, and James instinctively turned his head towards the
make-shift stage. General Rio slowly appeared. He tapped the microphone a few
times before starting.
"My brothers," (cheers) "we have just accomplished what the government has
tried to prevent us from doing. We have survived and lived." (more applause
and cheers) "Those dirty politicians who condemn us, and milk the very blood
from our bodies, will never get a penny more from us. Thanks to our new comrade
here."
The men all turned their eyes to James.
"As such, I would like to present him with a just reward. I hope this will
motivate the rest of you to do better and try harder. We will not be coerced
by the officials to pay more in bribes!!!"
The crowd went absolutely wild. After soaking up the cheers, the General, with
a simple wave of his hands accomplished what few can do without a brutal fight,
and completely silenced the men again. He clapped, and appearing from nowhere
stood a woman in a pair of black high heels and a revealing evening dress. She
wore no jewelry, save for a black leather collar, and a bright metallic leash
that hung at her mound.
The General whispered a command into her ear, and she blushed. Stripping was
natural for her now, and any sexual act, no matter how depraved, was second
nature. However, knowing that her husband was here, and watching her, made
her feel uncomfortable. Yet she had to obey, and slowly she peeled away her
clothing. The catcalls and whistles increased to a feverish pitch. She ignored
them, and all the while tried as best as she could, to direct her gaze
downwards.
James had already recognized the woman. It was Jeannie. Yet he controlled
himself. This world belong to an evil god, and both he and his wife were at
his mercy. The General grabbed the leash, and woman fell onto all fours. When
dressed, she was a slut, a whore, a fuck toy, and Cunttits for men. When she
was naked, she was a bitch and so naturally, she crawled. She had been trained
to do this by her lord and master.
"James, my friend, you have done well. I'm sure you know how to make use of
this gift." he said, as he handed the leash to James.
With unsteady hands, James accepted the leash, and whispered in a cracked
voice, "Thank you."
Jeannie crawled all the way to James quarters. Once inside, James immediately
enveloped his loving wife, but she pushed him away. She shuffled into a ball
into a corner. When he walked closer, she shouted, "NO! Please don't touch me.
I-II-I'm not worthy. I'm not who I used to be "
"Honey, I-"
"James look at me! I've done very bad things I I..." she started to say, but couldn't
continue.
Both of them were crying. He hugged her, despite her feeble attempts to push
him away. "It's okay," he soothed continuously. "I'm here now. You're safe
now."
"I'm, James, I'm a whore." she finally got out.
"I love you," James stammered, before she was allowed to finish.
That night, Jeannie had sex for the first time in almost a year. It wasn't
rape nor blackmail. She let herself go, and for the first time, she was able
to completely let her emotions run wild. The result was several long orgasms.
The other men who had raped and abused her were able to manipulate her body,
but they were never able to free her mind, body, and soul like James did. She
loved him, and only him.
That morning, the young couple sat in one another's arm for a long while,
before finally departing for the General's chambers. Jeannie had dropped to
her knees before entering, to avoid angering the sadistic beast. When he saw
James, who reluctantly led his wife like a pet bitch, the General smiled.
"James!" he shouted.
"Thank you, sir," replied the young man.
The old man's smile widened. "I've been thinking James, that since you've
been so kind to me, I need to do more. From now on, she will be off the pill.
I want you to have a child. For now, I'll take care of her until you return.
This way," he said, as he took control of the leash with a harsh yank, "the
slut won't go fooling around. She will get her share, but under my supervision.
I want to make sure the child is yours." The man gave James a sickening wink.
"Go on now and get packed. Jorge will go with you this time."
With that, he led Jame's bitch wife out with him. James kept a smile on his
face the entire time, until the man was out of sight. Then suddenly, with all
of his might, he smashed his fist against the wall, frightening even himself
with its force and brutality.
Jeannie Lee's well oiled body glistened seductively under the dim light. She
laid on top of a long table. Her long toned legs looked even longer strapped
into the 6" black stiletto shoes. For the moment her legs were slightly spread,
and her back arched, as one of her hands covered her sex. The other hand held
an 8" dildo, that she inserted into her mouth. Each time, her lips wrapped
tightly around it, loud slurping noises could be heard intermittently between
her moans. Like a wanton slut, she masturbated herself while she sucked on the
dildo.
The General sat on his bed. His naked hairy body was exposed, but his cock was
limp. It was the whore's job to get him up again. Fucking her all day was
taking a toll, and he wondered whether he needed a little help from the doc.
"Spread those legs a bit further." and she complied. "Show me that cunt!" and
again she did as he asked. "Fuck yourself with the dildo!" he demanded, but
when she went to stick it into her cunt, he corrected, "No, in your ass slut."
One by one, Jeannie obeyed those commands like a remote controlled fuck toy.
She was gasping for breathe as she tried hard to relive her night with her
husband, but it was difficult, as she was forced to stare at the fat man. Her
cunt was juicing up due to her intimate caressing, but she was unable to cum
naturally or convincingly. The man's cock was still semi-rigid. Not until a
long while later, when she was compelled to talk dirty to the man, did he
become hard again.
"Oh please, daddy. Fuck my useless cunt. Yes, soooo good." she said, continuing
to talk dirty, as her soft cunt flesh enveloped, vacuumed, and milked his fifty
year old cock. General Rio looked up at his private whore. Her tit flesh, two
golden orbs, perched invitingly on her chest. He grabbed them with his hands
and squeezed them. Jeannie wanted to defend herself from this assault, as she
felt his paws tighten around them, almost crushing them. Yet she kept her hands
behind her head, while her hips continued to grind painfully on his thick cock.
He lifted her and threw her onto her side. One of her long slim leg was thrown
over his shoulder, as he split her cunt wider. She was now on all fours like a
bitch. Her hands moved to her back, lying flat on the bed. He grabbed her arms
and lifted them straight up, so as to put tremendous pressure on her elbows
and shoulder joints. "Bark!" he shouted.
"Woof wooofwoooooof!" she barked with each thrust. Despite the humiliating
scene, it was also the most fitting. The scene of a powerful older man raping
a young woman less than half his age was as brutal as it was animalistic. And
in this part of the world, there was only one alpha male, and that was General
Rio.
Barracks A looked structurally like a very long, large barn. It was located
about a mile from the large estate of the General. Here, it housed "La Guardia"
or The Guards. These were a group of 30 or so men that comprised the General's
personal bodyguards. They were his very best men, which also meant they were
his cruelest.
Inside, there were amenities that few other barracks had. The long sleeping
area was lined with 30 or so cots, where the men would lay each night to
reflect upon what cruelty they had failed to, but should have committed that
day. A little further in was small kitchen area, and a bit further in was a few
shower stalls. Adjacent to that was the men's bathroom. Usually, it was dirty,
smelling of piss and shit. Today however, it was cleaner, though by no means
could anyone have made it truly clean again.
It was inside this room that a sad, sorrowful creature knelt. Cunttits was its
name. She was collared, leashed, and shackled hand and foot. Even on her tits
were chains that connected to two vise clamps. The only hint of her humanity
was the high heeled shoes that she wore on her dainty little feet. In her butt
was a small tail protruding, and only upon closer inspection did one realize
that it was the remnants of a long string of anal beads, that someone had
stuffed into her rectum. Although this, and the other cruel devices that
tortured her feminine flesh, could be removed by her, since the chains on her
wrists didn't complete immobilize her, but she dared not to remove them, just
as she dared not to neglect her duty, when she heard the door open.
Raul Diaz had just returned from guard duty, and sorely needed to sleep. He
went to the bathroom to piss, so that he could sleep undisturbed. He opened
the door and was surprised to see a lovely young Asian woman on all fours in
the center of the room. When she saw him, she quickly crawled over to an empty
corner by the stall. She knelt upright with her chained hands behind her head,
thrusting her tits forward.
Raul moved in front of her. Her face was at his crotch level. He ignored her
and read the sign on the wall. It was in English, but Raul could read it, since
he belonged to the General's elite group. The writing was neat and clearly
done by a female hand. It read:
"Cunttits is on toilet duty. Pull tit lever to flush, but not required. Auto
flushes with new user. Also substitutes as douche. Please test Cunttits out."
He looked again at the girl. With her hair tied back, he could see every
feature of her face. She was really very pretty. Another gift from the General,
he thought, and unzipped his pants. The girl opened her mouth and formed a
perfect seal around his cock. With a grunt, he let loose his hot, salty urine.
He could hear the girl choking on it, and feel her mouth sucking, in a
desperate attempt to swallow as much as possible. When he was done, the girl
opened her mouth to show that the last mouthful still remained. She beckoned
with her eyes for him to "flush" by yanking on her tits. Instead, he smiled
and walked away, leaving Jeannie with a mouthful of piss that she dared not
swallow.
"This place looks pretty damned clean," commented Torres as he dropped another
stool into the toilet with a loud PLOMP.
"OOoooh yea," replied Tio, the only middle aged soldier in the General's elite
group. "Have you fucked the bitch?"
"Nope. Not like that."
Tio turned around. The girl stopped and looked up quizzically. They spoke in
Spanish, which all was foreign to her. She was a mess. Her face, hair, and
body were flaky with the loads of dry semen. It looked like she was peeling.
She also reeked a little of piss. Her face was also contorted in a melancholy
look of pain and sadness. Torres was right. She was hot and fuckable, but it
was best to save it for later, when she was at her best. They had all week.
"Her mouth is pretty good though. I think everyone fucked her mouth like a
hundred times," Torres added with a laugh. "I think my cock would melt if I
fuck her mouth any longer."
Tio understood what he meant. She was a good cock sucker. She had a deft
tongue. A loud fart erupted in the small bathroom, and both men laughed.
Jeannie didn't react, rather she kept up her work. SLURP SLURP. Her beautiful
face was buried between the ass cheeks of this soldier. Her lips kissed and
sucked at his ass hole, while her tongue licked and probed into its infernal
depths, scavenging for more feces. This was her job as human toilet paper.
Finally, the man had enough and pulled up his pants.
"I'll see you," Tio said to Torres.
With her primary duty completed, Jeannie looked at the remaining man. His shit
stank, but she kept at it. She knew better than to vomit. They would just make
her lick it up. Torres felt his cock twitc,h as he caught a glimpse of the
beautiful girl. No matter how many times he fucked her mouth, he really
couldn't get enough. He smiled and gestured to her with his finger. The metal
chains began to jingle, as she crawled to the man on the toilet, and enveloped
his cock, rocking her body back and forth in the small space.
Jeannie couldn't have abhorred life anymore than this. Never in her life had
she ever envisioned that she would come to this, and live out her life as a
fuck toy and human toilet. The men treated her like scum, and ensured that she
lived like it, eating only the left-overs that they discard. They fed her
because they didn't want the already petite girl to lose any weight. She would
then be unattractive to fuck. Water was another thing though.
Cunttits was perpetually thirsty. She drank only urine, though right in front
of her was a large bucket of water, next to another bucket of urine. The men
left it in her "work area" to taunt and dare her. Once she was caught drinking
the water, and the men didn't stop her. Instead they brought in another and
another bucket. She drank, but was then prohibited from pissing. For almost a
whole day, she fought her urge, until she literally burst, but still she dared
not piss. For if she did, the men would burn her piss hole shut. After begging,
pleading, and swearing to do anything and everything, no matter how obscene
did they allowed her to release herself. The price of course was a doggie
bitch show.
The poor girl had almost forgotten what it was like, but now she knew that
she'd never forget. They brought dog after dog out from the kennels, and she
had to suck and fuck two of them simultaneously. The men held the dog up to
her, as the dogs barked and yelped while she pleasured the animals. Afterwards,
she swore that she would never drink water again. Piss was better than to be a
dog's bitch. She was wrong again.
Her stay was coming to an end, and her body showed signs of the wear and tear.
There were bruises on her inner thighs, around her round tits, and under her
arms, and anywhere where that it could hurt, it did. Though now she only
focused on the pain in her joints, and the painful reminder of her predicament
as Cunttits. Put another way, she had been reduced to fuck meat. Her current
position was the best illustration of this.
Her slender legs, still strapped into those infernal heels, were wrapped over
the top of a large bamboo pole. Her small wrists were then tied to her knees,
were they wrapped around the pole. She could either lift her head, or let it
hang, but both positions were exceedingly uncomfortable. Her well used cunt
was exposed, as her legs were tied a good distant apart. Cum still oozed from
her slit, as another soldier stepped forth to fuck her. She would rock up and
down with each thrust.
Sometimes, the man would want her to scream, and encouraged her to do so with
his belt, lashing it across her sore tits. Others, despite the administration
of the whipping, wanted her to keep her slut mouth quiet. She would grind her
teeth, and merely grunt with each blow and each pelvic thrust. The anal beads
continued to stick obscenely out of her inflamed anal passage. Every now and
then a man would fuck her with them, while he humped inside her cunt, savoring
the feel of the beads pushing against her vaginal walls from the other side.
Tio watched from his cot. He massaged his package and then got up. The kettle
in the kitchen was about ready, almost boiling. He picked it up and walked
towards the fuck meat. She was still swinging back and forth on the stick. He
stood over her, and finally got her attention. Immediately, Jeannie began to
shake her head.
"NNnnnn-ooooo " she stuttered through the humping.
Slowly, the man let a small trickle of near boiling water drop onto her tits.
The soldier fucking Cunttits let out a slow "OOOoooh."
"You can really feel her cunt spasm huh? It's a neat little trick." Tio said
smiling broadly as he poured a little more onto her tender flesh. The girl
screamed weakly. This wasn't the first time that Tio had done that to her. She
knew what was next.
After he had emptied enough water to turn her chest a bright red, he mauled
her tits. They felt warm to the touch. He ran a finger in between her cleavage
and imagined that it was his cock. He poured a little more onto her to keep
the temperature warm. The girl thrashed about a little, and gave another weak
yelp. He laid the kettle down and pinned her tits together. Then slowly he
sawed his prick between her tender tit flesh. He could still feel the heat,
warming up his cock. Yet he was still not satisfied. Tio crushed her nipples
between his thumb and index finger, and pulled them upwards.
Jeannie got the point. With much effort, she lifted her tired neck, fighting
the fatigue and pain in her neck muscles. Her pretty face was once again
meshed into this man's filthy ass cheeks. As he pulled backwards, Tio could
feel the girl's face and tongue on his ass crack. He thrust forwards, and felt
the warmth and softness of her tit flesh. Either way, it was heaven.
The young soldier fucking the whore's cunt gave him a mischievous grin. "Sir,
may I have the kettle?"
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