Field Day

Maggie was only eighteen and she still had a lot to learn about sucking cock. She bobbed her head up and down, eagerly taking my shaft into her wide open mouth to the best of her sore, aching jaw's capability. She only made it two thirds of the way down. My pubes could barely tickle her nostrils. I could tell she still found that particular sensation alien and uncomfortable. She hesitated as a fresh tear dripped down her bruised, battered face. I tightened my grip on her scalp, gently pressuring her to intensify her efforts. She begrudgingly took another inch down the throat. Her breath was hot, heavy and moist. The slut had an extremely sexy mouth, though she was well behind other girls her age in terms of learning how to use it properly.

       Maggie had given her first blow job two weeks prior to our little session. Four hundred blow jobs later the leggy, curly-haired bitch was still struggling. She didn't like holding her breath. It seemed nearly every time she serviced a man orally he would fill her windpipe with his girth while smothering her nose with his crotch, choking her into submission with cruel pelvic thrusts. She didn't handle it as well as some of the other girls.

       She was a skinny young girl with curly, shoulder-length auburn hair. She had a round, ripe pair of size C tits and an ass toned by hundreds of hours of jogging and sports. Prior to her imprisonment she had played volleyball and tennis for her high school with a focused concentration that frequently left her oblivious to the keen-eyed stares of coaches, students and spectators on her thong-clad butt as it bounced around in her sheer white bloomer shorts. Her skin was on the pale side, but she had spent enough time at the pool to acquire a faint string bikini-shaped set of tan lines.

       I heard and felt her gag on my erect penis. Here was a lady in dire need of discipline and motivation. I yanked her off of my dick by her hair and slapped her across the cheek. She cried out in surprise and tears began to stream down her face as the left side of her jaw swelled and reddened.

       “I am very, very sorry for my failure to satisfy you, master! Please give me another chance to please your big, beautiful cock. I will do any sick, perverted thing you ask of me, just please let me make you cum, master... sir!” pleaded my voracious, cock-hungry slave-in-training as tears rolled off of her bruised cheeks. Despite her suffering she attempted to force an eager smile. She looked absolutely ridiculous.

       I wasn't convinced of her sincerity after hearing her recite her assigned penance for what must have been the hundredth time that day. Girls who failed to perform adequately received electric shocks to the most sensitive parts of their bodies, and Maggie had become well acquainted with the sting of the cattle prod and the maddening burning sensation of electrode-studded probes inside the tender, fleshy passages between her legs.

       “Don't you think you want a little bit of discipline first, whore?” I asked in a tone dripping with cruel sarcasm.

       “Um... I mean... uh.. yes, master! Please discipline me master, sir! Please shock my pussy with a cattle prod! I love taking electricity up my cunt and ass, master, sir!”

       Maggie turned around, spread her legs several feet apart and bent over, prominently displaying her backside and her unguarded genitals. With her hands cuffed behind her back and her feet encased in high heeled shoes that were a couple of sizes too small she had quite a bit of trouble staying on balance. As part of her training we required her to repeat her assigned disclaimer at the beginning of every torture session. Her curly locks swayed beneath her head as her soft, breathy voice rang out from between her ankles.

       “Master, please be aware that I am a pain slut and that my pussy will get wet if you whip or shock my cunt or my ass. I promise not to come unless you give me permission. Thank you for making me horny, master, sir.”

       Though her face was upside-down I could see the shame and degradation in her eyes. She wasn't lying to me. Her pussy was already visibly lubricating in anticipation of torture, aroused by her coerced submission and humiliation.

       The interrogation cell contained nothing but my camcorder, my backpack with the disciplinary implements I had brought, a few shackles and manacles attached to the walls and a wooden folding chair I had carried in to sit on while Maggie sucked me off. These cells were always pitch black when no men or cameras were present, but during training sessions we kept a hot, bright spotlight trained on the subject at all times. The innocent schoolgirls whom we imprisoned at this facility had no information of strategic significance, so we used the cells for rape and disciplinary sessions rather than intelligence gathering.

       Maggie was undergoing punishment for scraping. We had multiple reports from dozens of soldiers whom she had serviced claiming that she had touched their cocks with her teeth, one of the worst mistakes a prisoner could make. Though she hadn't broken the skin or caused any real discomfort, her ineptitude reflected a troublesome attitude that demanded harsh correction.  She had already spent three days inside this underground basement cell, and she would stay for three more. We allotted her one glass of water per day, with a mandatory minimum of twenty lashes daily with the bullwhip. Her soft, pale skin was covered in cuts and weals. When we weren't whipping her we had her dangling from the ceiling by her wrists with electrified probes resting snugly in her pussy and anus, delivering shocks at random intervals of time spaced five to twenty-eight seconds apart.

       I realized that whipping or shocking her at this point would be like flogging a dead horse. I had a far more special punishment in store for this exhausted young lady.

       Perspiration dripped from Maggie's face down into her eyes. I could tell they were stinging from the way she blinked. Those big, deep blue eyes of hers widened in horror as I produced a spray can from my backpack.

       Maggie had experienced the effects of pepper spray dozens of times during her captivity, but she had yet to experience mace. She would find this form of chemical irritant significantly more bothersome.

       She spent most of her time in bondage and we didn't allow her to leave the cell, so when it came to using the bathroom she simply had to wait for us to send prisoners in to clean her every morning. She wasn't allowed food, so they fed her nutrients intravenously while they rinsed out her colon with a two-way vacuum apparatus and inserted a catheter into her urethra. We gave her very little water, so she usually had no trouble waiting for this daily opportunity to piss. In any case she always held it in, as failure to do so would result in many more days or even weeks in the interrogation cells. Sometimes we had the prisoners follow this up by leaving the catheter inserted in order to dispense irritants into the bladder. Today I had brought a sterilied catheter apparatus with me.

       When Maggie saw the tube and the mace can side by side she realized that she had truly fucked up. She started to sob and weep quietly but noticeably.

       “Spread your legs, cunt!” I barked. Maggie spread her legs obediently. “Wider!” I shouted. Soon her legs were so far apart that she could barely keep her balance. I inserted one end of the tube into the spray can. The other end went into Maggie's pisshole. Maggie began to wail but her pussy was just getting wetter. I pressed my index finger down on the top of the can. Maggie closed her eyes for an instant. Then they shot wide open, she raised her head and her jaw dropped. She leaped involuntarily and screamed.

       The screaming and howling went on for half an hour until it became little more than hoarse, ragged moaning. It was no use ordering her to hold any sort of position at this point. She rolled around on the ground and convulsed. I couldn't help but laugh at her. I was glad to be recording this on video. Soon thousands of strangers would be laughing at her agony with me.

       An hour later Maggie had regained enough awareness to give things a second try. This time she licked every inch of my balls, taint and shaft to my satisfaction and took the entire shaft down her throat until her chin pressed against my balls. I ordered her to rise as I climaxed, and then I came all over her pretty adolescent face while she smiled sweetly. She would do anything to please me as long as she didn't have to experience another bladder full of mace. The pain hadn't even begun to subside, yet she had managed to tap some internal wellspring of indomitable self-control. I odered her to resume her position bent over with her face to the ground and her butt in the air. My cum dripped down her upside-down face, running from her chin down to her cheeks and finally into her eyes. She continued smiling her lie of a smile.

       A knocking sound erupted from the heavy steel door behind me. I rose from my seat to answer the knock. I ordered Maggie to turn around while she stood with her head low and her ass thrust high. Then I unbolted the door and swung it open. Two soliders tossed a battered, limp rag doll of a young girl into the cell and went on their way. The girl landed on the hard concrete floor with a light thud. She was wearing handcuffs on her wrists as well as her thin little ankles. Without bothering to look at her face or check whether she was conscious I gripped a fistful of her hair and dragged her around Maggie's lewdly splayed body to some shackles mounted to the wall on the far side of the cell. She didn't move or struggle. She bore few whip lash marks but her body was severely bruised, with dark purple tits and reddish contusions on her abdomen, buttocks and crotch. At first I couldn't tell that the red dots covering her face, shoulders and upper back were freckles rather than cuts or gouge marks. She didn't even yelp or cry out when I yanked her hair. It seemed she was lost in her own little world of pain.

       This pretty little redheaded specimen was named Melanie Richman. She had been an ordinary schoolgirl two days prior. The boys were still showing her the ropes, and she wasn't exactly the quickest study. The trainers had slated her for three days in the interrogation cells, but her confinement would not be a solitary one.

       I lifted one arm from Melanie's limp, unresponsive frame and attached to her wrist a cuff dangling from a wall-mounted chain. She lay on the ground with her arm raised above her. I shackled her other arm in a similar manner, lifting her body off of the ground and leaving her dangling a few inches from the floor. Then I affixed her legs to a pair of similar but shorter chains, leaving Melanie with her back pressed against the wall and her arms and legs stretched wide apart, leaving her shaven pussy exposed. The cool draft on her cunt evidently roused her from her half-conscious state. She looked across the room to see Maggie staring at her, and the full horror of what was about to happen struck home for both girls.

       “No... you... you can't make me do her, sir! Please, master! She's only fifteen, that's so sick and wrong and disgus-”

       “Fifteen, you say?” I answered in a mocking tone of feigned surprise and shock. “This is no good, no good at all. She's going to be way too tight for my cock, and I don't have any lube with me.” Maggie's full, sore, tear-stricken eyes stared into me with a look that seemed to plead from the bottom of her soul.

       “Looks like you're going to have to get her off yourself, my darling. Don't worry, you're going to have a full three days in this cell to explore each others' bodies as intimately as possible. We're leaving the lights on and videotaping the whole thing.”

       Melanie the fifteen-year-old redhead had worn a blank, lifeless expression on her face until this moment, but suddenly she cried out and her face contorted into a look of devastated grief. Both girls sobbed and wailed as I tugged on Maggie's hair once more and dragged her over to Melanie's straining, naked, battered and nubile form.

       Maggie was Melanie's older sister.

       Both girls immediately realized what their presence here together signified. There were more members of their family at this detention facility, and they were all going to endure torture together and perform lewd and bizarre sexual displays with one another for the ribald amusement of throngs of horny young men.

       The younger sister was even whiter than Maggie and not nearly as fit. She was thin as a rail but still quite soft and supple without a great deal of muscle tone.  I particularly enjoyed training girls like Melanie and observing the transformative effects of our discipline upon their developing young bodies. I could already see the results of her impending hormone therapy in my mind. In a few months her tits would be bigger, fuller and rounder than those of her fully-grown sister.

       Maggie hesitated as I dragged her face to a position hovering inches away from the young redhead's bare snatch. The seventeen-year-old had eaten lots of pussy during the course of her captivity, but in the back of her mind she had been grateful throughout the ordeal that her family wasn't here with her, that she wasn't being forced into incestuous torture with her mother, aunts or sisters like the other families she observed here. Now she knew that there was no hope for her or her family. They were all going to be utterly crushed and dehumanized, and they no longer existed as people.

       The United States was a distant memory. The breakup had gone smoothly at first, as the states dismantled the federal government, established a less tightly-knit economic commonwealth and reinvented the military as a semiprivate corporation for the states' mutual defense. But within a decade the states' dominant plutocrats had gutted the military's budget to line their own pockets, and the starving military industrial complex refocused its marketing upon individual states in order to sustain itself. In the drive for ever-increasing profits they began to encourage competition among rival states, kicking off an arms race that left each state with a private army larger and better-equipped than those of most nations.

       The fragmented states could not compete economically with consolidated juggernauts like China, India or the European Union. In many ways they couldn't even compete with Canada or Mexico. While California and the Northwest allied to form one of the world's most prosperous nations, regions like the deep South, New England and the Great Lakes fell into ruin. The decline that ravaged Michigan at the beginning of the 21st century became the template for a pattern of collapse across three fourths of the United States' former territory, and that was before the unpleasantness began.

       While some states reinforced their positions and established militaristic, autocratic governments, other states went bankrupt and faced the revolt of their own cities. Places like Louisiana, Michigan, Oklahoma and Alaska simply dissolved and ceased to exist. Texas formally annexed much of the no-man's land surrounding it, but they had little power to enforce their claim as the territory fell under the domination of local warlords and excessively militarized law enforcement agencies.

       I served with Texas for money rather than out of any sort of idealism or personal allegiance. I had fought with New York during their brutal campaign against DC across the territory of Pennsylvania, a march that left 70% of the state depopulated. Now that DC and New York were allied they acted as if the war had never happened.

       For the civilians of Oklahoma, Arkansas, Kansas and Missouri life continued much as it had during the twentieth century. A schoolgirl in Kansas City or Oklahoma City could go about her life without ever worrying about abduction, gang rape or enslavement. But a girl in a smaller town fifty miles away could wake up one morning to discover that her town had surrendered to an advancing army, and that she had just been ordered to report to a military camp to work in a brothel indefinitely. If she hesitated to fulfill her orders, soldiers would storm her house and gang rape her in her own bedroom. They might even imprison her in her own house, deriving perverse excitement from tying her to her own bed and sodomizing her against a backdrop of stuffed animals and dainty personal effects.

       I myself knew all too well the joys of fucking a non-consenting minor under her cartoon-plastered blankets while reading her private diary entries aloud. On the other hand I personally found the alien austerity of a cold dungeon cell more thrilling, especially when it came time to instruct prisoners with imprisoned relatives in all of the exciting new activites that we would introduce to their family life.

       Maggie found the taste of vaginal fluids repulsive, but she typically managed to soldier through each cunnilingus session with impressive stoicism. However she balked and gagged when she tasted her sister's pussy, shocked at just how aroused and wet her little sister's virgin genitals had become. Melanie was a remarkable girl. She got off just from being beaten, kicked and slapped around. Not that she enjoyed the beatings, by any means. Whenever her body betrayed her by gushing with wetness in response to terror and physical abuse, she felt all the more violated. The boys had worked her over extensively in the preceding hour, so she was feeling particularly violated at the moment.

       I zapped Maggie's anus with a cattle prod, disciplining her for her recalcitrance.

       “Thank you for disciplining me master, sir. I am sorry for my failure to perform. I will try harder master, sir.” She had spoken this phrase so many times over the past three days that the words came out simply as a reflex by this point. She was oblivious to the horror that her younger sister was experiencing upon hearing Maggie's words. Melanie was of course far more innocent and inexperienced than her older sister, let alone the fact that she was such a recent capture.

       “Eat your little sister's pussy like you mean it, whore!” I commanded as I lowered the prod and began to gently probe Maggie's protruding ass with my erect cock. There was no lube handy, but the female slaves who attended and cleaned each prisoner filled her orifices with lots of gooey, sticky sex syrup every morning in preparation for the constant rape inflicted upon her each and every day. Her derriere was just beginning to dry up. This was my favorite time to fuck a prisoner in the ass. There was just enough resistance to please my curved love saber while simultaneously making the process exceedingly uncomfortable for my victim. This was why I loved working with the state of Texas.

       Maggie overcame her overwhelming sensation of disgust and began to lick and slurp at her sister's genitals rapidly and obediently. Melanie sobbed and began to shriek wildly as she realized that her sister was making her shake uncontrollably with physical pleasure.  Melanie was thoroughly horrified that her own sister was raping her, but what made the session truly unbearable was Melanie's own realization that she herself was enjoying it.

       Maggie was also getting wetter in the passionate throes of our kinky little menage a trois. A hard cock up the ass never failed to make her wet. As I thrust in and out of her she began to moan and sigh with involuntary pleasure.

       Melanie being splayed out in the open for viewing as she was, I could see every twitch of her lower body's muscles and every subtle movement of her puckered anus beneath her older sister's chin. Twice in the course of fifteen minutes I observed the telltale anal contractions of full-body orgasm in the younger girl. Her sobbing and wailing intensified as the fucking continued unabated.

       After twenty minutes of rough buttfucking I determined that I was ready to get things over with. I pulled my cock out of Maggie's bum. It was slick and shiny, polished with residual anal lubricant. I was ready for the next step.

       Maggie continued to lick Melanie's overstimulated teen pussy while innocent little Melanie gushed tears and pussie juice. Maggie observed that my cock was getting closer to her face and Melanie's crotch.

       “Lick her asshole, whore. Work your tongue in there as deep as you can go. We're gonna lube your sister up with your spit.”

       “Yes master, sir.”

       “Yes what, cunt?”

       “Yes master, sir. I will lick my little sister's asshole for you and get it nice and wet for your cock, master... sir!”

       “Is that all, cunt?”

       “Umm... I... ah-  I mean, thank you for letting me lick my sister's booty, sir! It tastes yummy and it makes me feel so sexy to get her off in front of you!”

       So Maggie licked, slurped and sucked until her rear orifice was well-polished enough to make an inviting target for my shaft. Afterward I took Maggie's face in my hand, gently stroking her cheek.

       “All done? Do you have anything to say to me, slut?

       Maggie stared into my eyes with a look of plaintive despair. I brushed some tears from her face.

       “Thank you for letting me lick my sister's ass, master, sir. She's all ready for you to fuck her butt now, sir.”

       She hesitated, but she could tell that I wasn't satisfied yet.

       “Will you please fuck my little sister's ass, master, sir? She would enjoy it a lot and it would make me very, very hot.”

       Thus Melanie experienced anal sex for the first time in her life. She didn't particularly enjoy it. Her screaming died down momentarily at the moment of penetration, then soared again as I worked my cock up her rear end. Then I began to pump in and out while Maggie licked and sucked my balls and tickled the exposed part of my shaft with her tongue as it thrust in and out. As I neared climax I had Maggie stand upright and kiss her sister on the mouth while fingering her pussy and rubbing her clitoris. Finally I pulled out of Melanie's butt and grasped Maggie's scalp once more, forcing her mouth onto my filthy cock. This time she gave head like a professional. Maybe she was working harder in a desperate attempt to get things over with, but I prefer to think that she was finally getting into the spirit of our little exercise. Moments later I pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face, taking the time to ejaculate on her sister's lips and chin as well. Then Maggie obediently licked me clean.

       As I zipped up my trousers a voice crackled over the walkie talkie at my hip. It sounded like the army was doing well in Missouri. They had pushed the front back sixty miles, acquiring territory that included four hundred thousand civilians. That meant we suddenly had at least twenty thousand more attractive young girls to “re-educate” and press into service for the cause of morale support and ultimate victory. The mechanized were leaving base at 1400 hours in jeeps, trucks and APCs filled to the brim with sex toys and brutal instruments of discipline.

       Maggie and Melanie's punishment had only barely begun. Plenty of men were staying on base to continue the girls' training. As a final insult I gave each girl a generous blast of pepper spray to the face. Maggie's complexion turned bright red and her tongue began to swell, but she kept licking her sister to the best of her ability. There was hope for the little cunt yet.

       As soon as I exited their cell another soldier went in with a heavy wooden paddle in his hands. The heavy thwack of wood against flesh reverberated down the hall as I walked to the elevator, accompanied by Maggie and Melanie's tortured screaming. Maggie would continue to lick her sister's pussy for the amusement of a steady stream of soldiers over the course of the following eight hours, and the break that followed would be all too short.

       I rinsed and dried my cock off in the restroom as the sound of dozens of bare schoolgirl feet pattered by outside the door. Naked schoolgirl slaves were running about the bass frantically, running supplies and loading vehicles for the army. Their days were long, thankless, physically exhausting and punctuated by random physical and sexual assaults. Inexperienced girls were fun, but I couldn't wait to spend some time in a recon vehicle with a well-trained slave girl. Most female prisoners ended up on the market or labored in factories, farms and brothels supervised by the military. But the fittest, prettiest, most talented and best-trained females got to accompany combat units in the field as porters, the army's pride and joy. These comfort women were the secret to our military's successes, for they made our army the envy of the world. Our liberal policy towards sexuality and the treatment of prisoners attracted much of the world's most brilliant (and ruthless) military talent to our cause. There were plenty to go around for the military, but the state had plans to train and market sex slaves commercially. The state hoped to reap unprecedented reveneues by satisfying the perverted sexual lusts of the entire world.