Little Village Girl & the Military series Part 3:

Little village girl meets the captive’s master (*a cyber-story exchange with “ST”)

 Synopsis of Part 2:    Just how did little village girl get into her sweet predicament, and why is she now with the captive POW’s Master - the man who tamed that female captive POW.  Will he turn our little village girl into a different form of  ‘captive’? 

This is Part 3 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 ;)

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Little Village Girl & the Military series Part 3:

Little village girl meets the captive’s master (*a cyber-story exchange with “ST”)

Prologue

Little village girl shuffled her feet nervously as the bellhop brought her up to the hotel room.  The hotel was the only luxury in this miserable hellhole of an outstation, and there was a “special” relationship between the wealthy owner and the occupying forces.  So, lots of interesting stories abound in that hotel, but the staff was happy enough to keep mum about the goings-on.  For after all, most of them made more in a month in tips from the occupying forces, than what they can ever hope to get from their annual wages.  And the best part of it all, was that the hotel owner allowed them to keep ALL the tips each worker got.  So that’s why they’ve strived hard to please the bored occupying forces soldiers- procuring “specials” for them and running numerous errands.

For in these workers’ eyes, that one gesture by the hotel owner personified all that was good about Capitalism- being able to keep their hard earned tips.  It was a Capitalism that they were now fighting to maintain against the ever-tenacious communists up north.  “Cheh!” they thought, (for they were Southeast Asians, and that was a typical SE Asian expression of disgust), whenever they were reminded of their commie neighbours up north - what good has Communism brought to them when one farmer’s hard work was taken, divided and distributed to those who chose not to work.   “Ptui!  If some lazy bastards were to expropriate MY land and possessions which I worked so hard for, I would kill them!” thought the bellhop fiercely, as he anticipated the tip he would get from the Commander when he brings this delectable village girl to Sir. 

Back in the city, it was a hellhole to be sure- especially for the occupying forces.  Hot, uncomfortable and mosquito-ridden.  But it was a safe place, under protection.  Those stationed there were either the occupying forces in between postings to the various civil war zones, or UN peacekeeping forces waiting to go to another nearby country that had just obtained its uncertain “independence”.

Little village girl was now nervous and more than a little confused, as the bellhop brought her through a labyrinth of corridors, all the while smirking at her.  She felt uncomfortable at his mocking face, but she had to do this.  After that last encounter, she had confided in the army doctor at the occupying force’s headquarters.  There, he examined the abrasions around her vagina, and on her perky firm breasts, and immediately made a few phone calls.  He advised her to speak with the occupying forces’ Internal Affairs Commander, and sent for a jeep to take her there straight away.  She was surprised at the swift turn of events, and had tried to ask more questions, but the army doctor said that gang rape was a serious accusation, so she must see the Internal Affairs Commander immediately.  But why in the world was she then being brought into the city’s only luxury hotel?  Shouldn’t the Internal Affairs department be in the army camp itself?

Little village girl was now standing outside the hotel suite, eyes downcast, and with a strange mixture of feelings running through her head.  The bellhop had contemplated whether to leave her outside while he spoke to the Commander inside the suite.  Would she attempt to escape?  But something in her eyes assured him that she wouldn’t.

As she waited outside the suite, little village girl recalled her last encounter.  It had left her with both a new, overwhelming desire, as well as a big, fat guilt.  She thought she was going for a date with the dashing Marine officer.  Instead, at the end of the “date”, she found herself in a new world.  Wasn’t she gang-raped?  Yet, she just couldn’t understand why she was throbbing with urgency from the start – right when she had her clothes ripped, till the time she was overwhelmed in the officers’ mess.  She was terrified that night, but with the terror also came that urgent throb between her thighs.

She felt guilty at the thought – oh no, although most of the memories that night in the officer’s mess was a haze, she did remember distinctly one detail - that she begged the leering officers to take her.  Begged and moaned like a wanton slut.  Just like what she imagined those sluts in the city’s whorehouses would do, but at least for them, they did it for the money.  “Oh the shame of it all!  At least the whores had a reason to act slutty, but I was such a slut all of my own accord, begging and moaning like a bitch on heat.  What is the matter with me?”  Little Village Girl was wrecked with guilt.  Yet….a part of her wasn’t ashamed…Just what is up?  But she had no time to contemplate because just then, the hotel suite’s door suddenly swung open and the bellhop just about pushed her in and slammed the door shut…..

The Initiation Scene:

Little Village Girl:

What?  Who’s that?  I’m trying to adjust to the light that is glowing much warmer now in the room than in the bright corridor.  Now through the warm orange glow of the room, I see the shadow of an imposing bare-bodied man.  You.  As you beckon me over, I look nervously around the room.  Soft, warm lighting, with lots of mirrors.  There was no one else there.  I was alone with you.  As I walk nearer, a table lamp illuminates you better- you’re over 6 foot tall and powerfully built and as I get closer, I see tattoos over your upper torso.  “Sir, I’m…”  But you silence me. “I know why you’re here.  I’ve been told.  There’s no need to retell your story.”  You look stern.  “Face the wall.”, you order me.

The Internal Affairs Commander:

I start with tying you up with a Japanese style rope harness, with knots on the crotch segment, and your arms behind your back.

Little Village Girl:

I am startled as your large hands yank up my armpits and cross the ropes at the base of my breasts.  I gasp out loud as a knot of rope pull against my crotch, sending the entire hem of my dress up my thighs.  “What are you…” I begin to ask, but am silenced swiftly.  You warn me,  “Quiet!  This is just a precaution.  We don’t want you trying any tricks, do we?”  You then start to frisk me, feeling up and around my clothes for any contraband. 

The Internal Affairs Commander:

Next, your legs are tied in a kneeling position.  I kick your legs apart and order you to kneel.  More ropes are then intertwined around the top of your thighs, pulling the knot that is resting against your crotch, even more taut. 

Little Village Girl:

You turn me around, smile down at me, and run your hands over my face, down my neck.  You cup my breasts, still fully clothed.  You weigh them in your palms, squeeze my tits, whose nipples are now turning hard even underneath my dress and bra.  You begin to tweak my nipples hard through the clothes.  I squirm on my knees, staring up at you with frightened, yet fascinated eyes, drinking in your broad shoulders and tattooed chest. 

Just then you suddenly twist my nipples hard.  I yell and you swiftly move your hands up my neck and push your fingers into my open mouth.  Exploring the insides of my mouth sensuously, you unbuckle your belt with your other hand.  “Suck me.”, you order, prying open my mouth wider.  I tremble as I take you in my mouth.  All the memories of that last encounter in the officer’s mess where I was spread and violated, comes flooding back, and my cunt does a little flooding of its own, wetting my panties right through and soaking the knot of rope that is pressing in my crotch at all the right places…

The Internal Affairs Commander:

I proceed to face fuck you until I'm highly aroused.  I grasp a clump of your ponytail at the back of your head with one hand, and feel you all over with the other.

Little Village Girl:

I am overwhelmed as you furiously pump my face.  You warn me to show more enthusiasm or I’d get hurt.  So I frantically try to suck and flick my tongue all at once, pushing you deep down my throat.  But as your cock begins to swell even more and you pump further down my throat, I begin to lose control and choke. You are angry, “This is not what I hear from my boys.  What kind of a blow job is this?”  You now stop pumping, pull my head out and stare me in the eyes.  I try to blink back my tears…

The Internal Affairs Commander:

Your oral skills are not up to par that day, and as I’m beginning to get tired of you sucking me, I decide to give you a good spanking to help "motivate" you.   But not before I proceed to cut off your clothes so that I can start torturing your sweet, perky nipples... 

Little Village Girl:

I gasp as you haul me up to my feet.  I barely reach up to your chest.  I look up to you, as my tears start rolling down my face.  You take your buck knife, laugh and run the blunt end over my face, smearing my tears onto my cheeks, while I hold my breath, terrified.  “If you co-operate, your pretty face will be spared.”  At the same time your other hand move over my crotch.  With my skirt hitched up, you can feel my wetness soaking my panties and right through the knotted rope you have tied around my now-throbbing cunt. 

“You little slut.”, you say, with a big smirk on your face.  “You’re loving all this, aren’t you?  My officer was spot on when he chose you.  Yes, he told me what he and the boys did to you that night, slut.”  With those words, you flip your buck knife over and in one swift but small cut, slash right down the front of my dress.  You work quickly with your buck knife, making ribbons of my dress but keeping my bra intact. 

As the front of my dress disintegrate, you decide to leave some shreds on while stripping the rest.  All for aesthetics, you see – a brilliant addition to the copious tears that now run down my face.  You then reach into my bra and roughly pull out my left nipple to wedge it on top of my bra.  At the same time, you reach beneath my heaving tits to adjust the base of it against the underwire of my bra, pushing my left tit mound even further up. 

What a sight it makes – my left nipple peeking out of my bra, and my swollen, left tit bursting through the bra, while my right tit remains modestly hidden in the still-intact bra.  All surrounded by the torn and shredded remnants of my dress.  You relish the sight.  So you take out your camera for some pictures before you begin your next move…

The Internal Affairs Commander:

My next move isn’t so pleasant, as I begin to rip off the rest of your shredded clothes and slice off your bra.  All in preparation for something else…

Little Village Girl:

My eyes widen as you begin to assemble clothespins on the table next to me.  I automatically start to move away but you grab whole of my arm and slap me across the face.  You are mindful not to slap hard, for there’s tremendous strength in your huge, powerful and rough hands.  “You are going nowhere, do you understand, slut?  Remember your pretty little face.”  As you say this, you are pinch my nipples hard.  I nodded, with more tears falling down due to the pain and fear.  Yet….another shot of cream coat my panties and soak through the rope knot as your stern words and tweaking fingers make my head swoon with intense anticipation.   Just then when my nipples are throbbing with desire you suddenly clip on the clothespins.  I yell and almost jump, but I remember your words and keep as still as I can.

The Internal Affairs Commander:

I leave the clothpins on your nipples, and they bite so hard you start to cry. Next I start cutting off your panties and proceed to strap your ass with my leather belt, leaving long red welts.  But as your panties come off, I notice that you have soaked even the rope knots right through with your juices.

Little Village Girl:

I am embarrassed as you call me a slut yet again.  “What a true blue slut.  You’re soaking wet, you little whore - you need to be taught a lesson”, you grin into my face.  Oddly, I squirm with delight at your words, but am also ashamed of my inappropriate feelings.  You now have me bent across your knees, spreading my legs and belting me.  I whimper softly as you warn me to keep quiet, swiftly laying more welts across my butt with your leather belt.  As I hang down across your lap, I catch sight of my distended nipples, clamped with the clothespins – my tits swinging violently down as you belt me across my ass.  A few straps catch my cunt lips, protruding upwards as you push my butt higher.  I cry out a little bit more, and you whack me further, this time right on my spread labia.

The Internal Affairs Commander:

I want to add some clips to your cunt lips, but run short, so I take the ones off your nipples. This causes an intense pain to your nipples as blood starts rushing back to the pinched off nerve endings. 

Little Village Girl:

I can’t help but let out a louder yelp as the blood rushes back to my sore nipples.  By now you have spread-eagled me on the bed, but with looser ropes, which I am to find out in a short while why that was so.  You tie me apart, thighs-to-ankles and use your fingers to further spread my labia wide.  You begin to systematically clip my cunt lips apart.  But a strange sensation now overcomes me.  While a minute ago I was frightened, I am now beginning to feel an intense throb between my cunt lips.  I look down to see you expertly finger my clit, pull back my clit hood and pinning the last clothespin to expose my now throbbing red clit.  At that point I squirted my juice as I squirm and groan.  You order me to shut up and keep still as you ready your camera for close-up shots of my cunt lips, clipped wide open, pink, inviting and oozing with my now-copious sex juice.

The Internal Affairs Commander:

After a satisfying set of close-ups, I then force you to lie on your stomach, which further put added pressure to your clipped cunt lips.  This is so that I can fuck you in the ass until I'm ready to explode. But I will give you a choice of where you want me to deposit it. I prefer your mouth, but I'm equally happy with your face.

Little Village Girl:

As you flip me over to my stomach, I realise why the ropes have been tied so loosely against the 4-poster bed.  It allows you freedom to flip me over, under and across, to suit your whim, but I will still be tied down.  You finger me rather roughly in my ass now, using my cunt juice now pouring out in droves to prepare my ass for your plunge.  The pain from my clipped cunt lips being pressed down as I crouch with my ass high, plus your fingers working my sphincter starts to build internal waves in me.

But you are kind and you offer me a choice of a bukakae on my face or to have me swallow your cum.  By now, as you are pumping my ass, new sensations begin to build within my pussy.  I begin to crave you, and opt to swallow your cum.  You warn me to clean you up well, or there’ll be a price to pay.  You also assure me that I will be rewarded if I please you.  With those last words, you begin to reach your climax.  As you are just about to shoot, you pull out from my ass, turn me around and pump the last bits into my mouth.  I suck, tongue and pump my head frantically over your pulsating cock just as the last of your cum drain down my eager throat, as I suck and clean you up.

The Internal Affairs Commander:

As a reward, I untie your crotch rope and finger you to orgasm, removing the clips along the way.  You groan with pain and pleasure as the blood rushes back to your cunt lips.  I am fast and brutal with this step, so you can't help but cum. After your first few orgasms, I tie your legs apart, knees to your shoulders, and proceed to fist you. Slowly at first, but gathering speed and intensity after your cunt juice help lubricate my hand. Pretty soon I'm almost punching your pussy.

Little Village Girl:

As I’m frog tied with my knees to my shoulders, you pointed at the ceiling.  For the first time I see myself in the mirrored ceiling, spread out vulgarly, my cunt red and pulsating.  It is at once a vulgar, yet sensuous sight, me spread out with your fingers in my slutty cunt.  I buck my hips as you work your hands.  I look up once again and I see myself moving in time with your fingers, my tits bouncing about, one nipple being tweaked and pulled with your other free hand.

As I hump your fingers to my first orgasm, you use your other hand to tweak my nipples while sucking the other tit with your mouth, playing and nibbling me with your teeth.  It sends several other mini-orgasms through my body as you work over my soaking pussy. 

But just as I was pulsating to another high, I realise that all 5 fingers are now in me, and a fisting session is on.  I panic as I’ve never been fisted before and try to squirm out of my spread-eagled ropes.  You hold me down with your strong, tattooed body, pinning me helpless on the bed as your fist begins to punch in with a rhythm that now rocks the bed.  That familiar wave is now building up in me again and I can hear the squelching sounds as your hand works me to frenzy.

The Internal Affairs Commander:

After another intense round of orgasms, you pass out from too much sensation.  I untie you and let your sleep it off, while I prepare for the next morning....

Little Village Girl:

As my orgasm subsides, I am exhausted and spent, my head reeling from the unexpected turn this day has taken.  I realise that you have now untied me completely.  You bend over and whisper, “I don’t think I’ll be needing this tonight, because I’m sure you’re not going anywhere, anytime soon.”  As you say those words, your strong, firm hands knead my breasts, playing with my nipples.  You gently increase your rhythm, as you lull me to sleep.  As I’m about to sleep, I notice something on the bedside table - a metal needle-like instrument and some bottles of colored liquid.  As I fall into an exhausted sleep, I see your tattooed body standing over me, talking into a cellphone…

Epilogue: 

Her unrealistic dreams…

Little village girl slept well that night, curled up beside the Internal Affairs Commander in the massive, comfortable bed.  Once or twice when she awoke in a haze, she found herself with her back flushed against the Commander, spooning against him, with his huge hands cupped over her breasts and his face buried in her neck.  She squirmed in delight, as she loved that feeling, pressing herself hard against him, relishing his delicious scent.  Little village girl felt happy.   

Early the next morning, still spooning, she felt him rise against her butt cheeks, so she inched herself backwards and sluttily rubbed against his growing member.  Taking her cue, he entered her pussy folds, gently at first, then forcefully pumping against her sideways, lifting one of her legs onto his shoulders as he scissored relentlessly into her tight, cunt.  His other hand went beneath her body to engulf her left tit in his huge palms, pinching, flicking and pulling at her distended nipples.

Little village girl was in ecstasy as she humped back to meet his rhythm, feeling the delicious stretch in her left leg as the Commander hooked his arm under her left knee, holding it high and slamming against her clit at every thrust.  As he spurted his cum deep within her, little village girl arched her back, cried out her own joy, spent and satisfied.  Soon after, she fell into a soothing sleep that spoke of a new life. 

As she slept on, she heard voices but couldn’t make out what they were saying.  But never mind, because hers was a wonderful dream, even amidst the muffled voices.  It was a dream she long harboured – for often there were soft whispers in the village that some girls were kept as officers’ mistresses, living a life of luxury that no villager in her SE Asian country would have envisaged before the occupying forces came in.  The whispers spoke of a privileged life in which a pretty villager is the sole mistress of an adoring officer.  And who knows, when the civil war is over, she can go away with her lover to the land far West.  But the fact that no one ever saw those elusive mistresses, didn’t bother the villagers.  For dreams after all, are what keep hopes alive.  

Little village girl smiled in her sleep, picturing herself as the Commander’s one and only mistress.  For after all, didn’t he make love to her and hold her throughout the night?

Rude Awakening    

“Wake up, you lazy slut.”  Little village girl was still in a daze as she felt herself lifted up from the bed and dropped onto a chair, her legs roughly spread wide.  As she opened her eyes, she saw twines of ropes lashing her naked body onto a wooden reclining chair, her butt pushed to the edge and her legs brought far apart, and high up, almost reaching her chest.  Bound and spread, her arms were now pulled painfully backwards and tied against the back of the recliner, causing her bouncing breasts to jut out obscenely at the men before her.

As she slowly came to, she realised that the Internal Affairs Commander was not the only man in the room.  There were 2 others - one of whom she had not seen before, and….oh no! the other was the dashing Marine who gang raped her a few nights ago.  All three were smiling at her.  Evil smiles that made her suddenly so frightened that a stream of urine trickled down her legs as tears began to well up in her eyes. 

“Swat!”  A harsh slap to her face finally brought her to reality.  The dashing Marine who had gang raped her the other night had slapped her across her face and now had a bunch of her dark, lush hair in his hands.  “You filthy little slut.  Look what you’ve done.”  With his other hand, he reached down to grab her cunt, twisted it cruelly and held onto her clit.  “Well, very soon you’ll see how we’re going to transform this little slit of yours, bitch.” Little village girl whimpered in pain, not daring to cry out loud, as the dashing officer gave her clit a final twist before yanking out a bunch of her pubic hair.  The Internal Affairs Commander and the other man laughed loudly, humiliating little village girl who now realised that the sweet dream that she had just been having, had crumbled to dust.

Etching the slut

As she hung her head down in shame and misery, her eyes couldn’t help but encounter her spread cunt.  Vulgar, yet inviting, its pink gash open to the leering gaze of the 3 men.  She was so miserable that she did not notice the stranger walking towards her with a barber’s knife in one hands and a bowl of foam in the other. 

“Meet Johnny, our resident ‘Michaelangelo’ ”, sneered the Commander, while the dashing Marine laughed.  Little village girl looked up and jolted back in horror immediately, not quite comprehending what was going on, but was terrified nonetheless when she saw the knife.  “They are going to slice my pussy up!”  thought  little village girl in horror.  “No, please, don’t.  I’ll do anything for you.   I’ll take all you 3 men in every one of my holes.  Please don’t cut me up.”

“Shut up you stupid slut.  You’re not worth anything to us if you’re cut up, you brainless twit”, the dashing Marine yelled and slapped her face again.  “Johnny here is just going to shave you first, to prepare you for what’s to come”, the Commander said, as he bent down and pinched little village girl’s right nipple, twisting it hard, then slapping her tit with a loud smack  “Now keep still, or you’d really find yourself cut” he ordered her.

Little village girl looked down in fear as Johnny began to soap up her pubic mound with the foam and a shaving brush.  “Oh for shame!  No decent woman in this SE Asian village is ever seen with a shaved pussy.  Only the town whores shave theirs.”, little village girl thought to herself in misery, her humiliation complete as the other 2 men pulled out chairs, sat down and watched the action close-up, sneering at her, with the Commander taking close-up photos.

But as the shaving brush thickened the cream over her mound, it began to pull at her clit.  Little village girl gave a little jolt and squeal, trying desperately to fight a growing arousal, but betraying it in her face.  The 3 men looked at each other in amusement.  “You are such a slut”, the dashing Marine smirked into little village girl’s face while the others laughed at her.  “I think we have something extra for sluts like you.”  He reached out and handed something to the Commander.  Before little village girl could fathom what it was, they both leaned over to her and attached a clamp each to her nipples.  Little village girl yelped in pain.  Each clamp had a long chain so the dashing Marine and the Commander started to pull on the chains, amusing themselves as Johnny ran his blade across little village girl’s pubic mound, taking out chunks of her hair.

As the 2 other men played with the clamps, they warned little village girl not to move in case Johnny’s blade cut her.  Johnny laughed and worked on swiftly, mopping up her spread cunt as he shaved her.  But the warm cloth that Johnny used was beginning to have an effect on little village girl and together with the stimulation of pain-pleasure that her nipple clamps were making, little village girl began to ooze her cream and that familiar throb began to build, starting from her whole labia.  She squirmed, trying hard not to move, while the 3 men laughed at her, knowing exactly what her plight was.

Just as he got to her last bits of fur, Johnny let out a snort.  “Hey Commander, look here.  This little slut actually has an asymmetrical labia.”  Both men stopped playing with the nipple clamps and stared at little village girl’s splayed labia.  Sure enough, the left side of her inner labia was a little longer, draping rather sensuously down, next to her slit.  “I’ll need you to pull the flap to the side, Commander, in order to shave these last bits.” 

As the Commander pulled her left inner labia tautly to one side, little village girl started to get a weird sensation between her thighs and then running through her entire being.  It was much more than arousal, for as she looked down between her crudely spread legs, she could see her cleanly shorn girl mound wide open.  A man was pulling her folds wide while another wielded a knife dangerously close to her outstretched sex.  Meanwhile another man tugged at her nipple clamps, and all 3 wore army fatigues and had evil smiles, leering at her vulnerability, with lust in their eyes.   She suddenly realised that something in this whole degenerate scene excited her tremendously.   It was degradation and humiliation at its worst, sinking little village girl to new lows as her climax built up and her cunt throbbed and released a new spurt of cream.  She screamed her ecstasy just as all 3 men burst out laughing.

As little village girl recovered from her orgasm, and her breath returned to normal, she looked around.  Johnny had brought the set of needle-like instruments towards her.  “Know what these things are for?” he waved the colored liquid at her. 

The Commander brought a piece of decal to her, “This will be on your bare pubic mound.  Little village girl looked down at it: “Property of Marines, Unit 69”, in two small neat curves.  Inside the curves was a cute small picture of a piece of delicious-looking roasted chicken thighs.  She immediately knew what it meant – for in both SE and East Asia, a ‘chicken’ is a slang term for a hooker.  Tears welled up in her eyes as Johnny swabbed her pubic mound, readying it for the tattoo session.

“It won’t take long, my sweet little slut.  And after that, there’s the whole day for us to use you.  Johnny here, can’t wait to taste your tight ass.  You’ll be perfect for our troops.  Don’t worry.  You’ll be trained hard in all the requisite skills.  You’ll be spending lots of time in this luxury suite”, the Commander smirked at her while pulling at her nipple clamps.   Now copious tears flowed down little village girl’s face as she finally got her head out of the clouds and away from her impossible dream.

~~ The End of Part 3 ~~

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