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Little Village Girl & the
Military series Part 2:
The Captive’s Debasement (*a cyber-story exchange with “ST”)
Synopsis of Part 2: The female captive hasn’t broken yet. How long will it take? But that’s not the issue. Because never in her military career in the frontlines could she have imagined this outcome. Those wussy and watered-down POW-training she had before coming over to the frontlines didn't prepare her for this. So now she's confused. Oh yes, that's what happens when politically-correctness interferes with POW-training, and turn a whole generation of soldiers into wusses. In an earlier era, the captive would have realised her true nature long before the frontlines..
This is Part 2 of a 3-part series about humiliation, bondage, rape and the military. This series revolves around what a bunch of military men would do when confronted with a helpless female (either a civilian or enemy troop).
What is meant by ‘cyber-story exchange: Portions of the stories were written in conjunction with some practising bdsm guys I met on the 2 sites. They wrote the ‘Him’ parts and I wrote the ‘Her’ parts. Thanks to both “MD” my ex-master for the brief mindfucks, and to “ST” for your wonderful hands, inventive rope techniques and hot sessions ;)
Copyright © 2006 Janeraped, All rights
reserved.
Under the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted. Re-posting, redistribution, inclusion in
another work in whole or in part, or any other use of it, is strictly
prohibited. Other disclaimers: This is just fantasy & fiction. Any resemblance to any individual is
coincidental.
Little Village Girl & the Military series Part 2- The Captive’s Debasement (*a cyber-story exchange with “ST”)
HER:
...and as tears fall, you swipe your huge hands over my tear-stained face and use the salted tears to lube my ass...while i cry even more, giving you even more tears...
HIM:
Or just shove it into your mouth if the tears aren't enough!!
HER:
When you shove your hands into my mouth, i bite you, and that makes you more angry, so you push harder in, and slap me in the ass, making me jump and tightening my ass even more for you...
HIM:
And I grab a handful of hair so I can have a better grip going in!!!
HER:
I start to cry even more, and spasm with pain. This gets you really hot, so you reach round with your other huge hands and cup my breast cruelly, pulling at the clips...
HIM:
Which makes me cum so hard. I pull out and make you lick me clean.
HER:
I refuse, and am horrified at having to lick the blood and some scat off, so I shook my head. But you slap me hard across my face and twist my clamped nipples even more.
HIM:
I make you clean me off. You have no choice. If you refuse anymore, I'll shove my fist into your cunt.
HER:
I still refuse and you begin to part my pussy lips roughly...i try to squirm away from your huge hands
HIM:
But you can't. I've tied the ropes too tightly. And I apply more rope until you can't move.
HER:
But you grab my thighs and push them further apart, exposing my pink lips, which has now begun to cream, to my horror.
HIM:
The more your cream, the easier for me to push my fist in...
HER:
I am embarrassed as my pussy begins to respond to your fingers, even as I protest.
HIM:
Too late. You've taken my fist. Now, you'll beg to lick me clean, otherwise I'll stop! Or start the second hand into your asshole.
HER:
I try to push against your pumping hands, as I finally lick you clean, but as I do so, you start to swell in my mouth again, as I automatically start to deepthroat you....lost as i am in your pumping fist.
HIM:
You gag at my second load as it shoots down your throat...
HER:
But the hot cum excites me, even as i'm gagging, and I strain myself against your invading hands, as I swallow your load greedily. I'm so ashamed that as your prisoner, I'm enjoying the torture, so I started to cry with frustration...
HIM:
Your reward for being such a slut will be a stern and painful spanking...
HER:
As your hand leaves my throbbing pussy to spank me, you hold it against my face and force me to lick your hands clean, tasting my own pussy juice that has thickly coated yor hand.
HIM:
Which only gets me hot again and makes me face fuck you hard.
HER:
I take in your pulsating cock into my mouth, being the slut I am, I couldn't resist licking and sucking you slowly. Even though i am your prisoner, having been taken by force...
HIM:
I finish for the third time completely drained. I leave you tied up for the night while I sleep peacufully. But you are rewarded with a dildo in your cunt so that you can't sleep.
HER:
The dildo has stretched my cunt wide, and despite myself, I am creaming and coating the dildo with a glistening layer of juice...
HIM:
But there is no relief as no one can hear you scream. And no one will remove that dildo....
HER:
I am stretched beyond my bounds and a mirror has been placed at strategic places, cruelly forcing me to look at my own exposed pussy being raped by the dildo, and later on with your hands and your cock...
HIM:
Until I do the next morning.
HER:
By the time you come back in the morning, I am exhausted but my slutty pussy is still creaming away.
HIM:
And once I untie you, you will be made to clean your own mess. Sucking your split juice off the floor. As I hurry you along with lashes from my whip.
HER:
I'm pulsating rhythmically. "What a slut she is!" you thought. Of all the captives, she's the most sluttish, with a pussy that doesn't want to stop...I cry as I'm humiliated, having to lick my own juices off the floor and flinching at your whip. But being the slut that I am, I am now feeling new sensations, even as I try to avoid the whip.
HIM:
I call out "I hope you are enjoying your breakfast."
HER:
I yell, "You bastard..." But that only got me a huge swish against my throbbing pussy, sending me curling up into a ball...and groaning.
HIM:
I tire of your flinching and secure your hands overhead high on your toes. Made even higher as I cinch your ankles to a spreader bar. To save my ears from your screams I gag you. And proceed to lay red lashes all over your body. To break you stubborn spirit, I am forced to resort to using a thin bamboo rod.
HER:
I struggle wildly as I try to avoid the whip, but you suddenly realise that my down my parted legs is now flowing a stream of my pussy juice, trickling slowly down my spread thighs. "The bitch is getting off on this" you thought....But I was even more horrified as I realise that though my mind is rebelling against the whipping, my body is betraying me.
HIM:
Which only turns on my sadistic side and I whip you harder with the cane.
HER:
...and my pussy once again begins to throb steadily as you whip me.
I can't believe that my body is responding to the pain I'm feeling...
and that makes me cry even more tears of frustration.
HIM:
To make you proof your own sluttiness, I untie you and make you bend over taking the strokes without movement. Bound by your own lust.
HER:
Now that i have a chance to escape, or at least run to the door, i hesitate, wanting to run, yet listening to your commands to bend over. I realise I want more of the whip and so I sluttishly stick my ass in the air to receive them, while wildly fingering my pussy and moaning on the floor.
HIM:
You stay and accept the strokes. Each one hurting you more but cementing your decision to stay. But you have not been giving permission to touch yourself. And I start hitting you even harder for disobedience.
HER:
What a slut i looked! The only captive to be such a whore and enjoying the whopping... you've never seen such a captive before and so you call in your boys to see what a slut I'm making of myself.
HIM:
I make you suck each of them hard and enjoy the gang bang from the sidelines.
Knowing that you allowed yourself to be used by others makes me want to punish you more.
HER:
As the welts begin to form painfully on my tender skin, your boys went to town, pinching at my welts, and makign the pain even more intense.
HIM:
After they've had their fun. I order them to tie you in a suspended spread-eagle and light some candles.
HER:
My mind was in a confusion as i begin to feel a growing sense of....
HER:
....not dread, but excitement.
HER:
but how could it be? A captive ought to be terrified, but here I am, having different thoughts and sensations, and a growing throb in my ever- sluttish pussy...
HER:
I was ashamed of my own debasement...
HIM:
I smile at winning over another slave.
~~ The End of Part 2 ~~
Copyright © 2006 Janeraped, All rights
reserved.
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