In every war a certain breed of man seems destined to step forward. He is not an admirable man. He is, in normal society, repressed and maladjusted, thirsting for the ultimate limits of power over another. He is the torturer.
Soldiers have come back from the wars with horror stories of torture and degradation, torture for information and degradation to break their spirits. And frequently, when asked if they talked, the soldiers who answered yes and no had much the same observation: it didn't seem to matter to the torturers-they rather seemed to like what they were doing.
Torture is sexual in nature. There is no denying that. Both the torturer-the sadist-and the victim-the masochist-have been known to experience the ultimate in sexual thrills from the experience. This has been evident for ages, and only reaches its heights in the writings of the Marquis de Sade.
Perhaps the key to making society a sane, safe place to live is to recognize these degeneracy's of man and try to keep them safely confined to the pages of books and the imaginations of their keepers. Suppression has never stopped the anti-social practices of man, and it is too late to start hoping it will.
THE PUBLISHER
Chapter One
He was a little man with a big cock the color of tea-stained ivory. She saw the thick veined shaft, the dull red spongy tip, and smelled the curled hair surrounding the shaft's base. Then she felt the tip strike her mouth and, while her tormentor hooted, shouted obscenities in Japanese, she gave in and opened her mouth.
The crowd of guards laughed, their voices rough-edged with lust. She shut her eyes and accepted the heavy penis that stretched her jaws and thudded to the back of her throat.
The guard sawed his penis in her mouth and she choked on the salty, sticky mass, as thick as a weight-lifter's arm. The guard thrust his cock in and out, faster now as his nuts tightened. She choked and blushed and got dizzy. The sun scalded her naked back and buttocks which were pointed toward the cloudless sky. The humidity made everything stink and aroused the flies. They buzzed constantly.
She was about to choke on the stink, the heat, the cock and the degradation. The guard plunged his prick deeper, nearly down her throat. Another guard, behind her, patted and pinched her ass. She quivered and goose flesh exploded between her thighs. A second guard crowded behind her. He shoved a finger up her ass and her cries were muffled against the pummeling mass.
No, she thought. Not in the ass! The one hole no man had ever known, the one hole no man had ever been cruel enough to want to fuck. But this squat, slanty-eyed, thin-lipped brute was forcing his cockhead between her ass cheeks, enjoying every moment of this humiliating act.
She wiggled and whined and her plump alabaster buttocks danced and slapped. And that aroused both guards more. The cock in her mouth got bigger and began spurting. The cock in her ass advanced and, as she adjusted and gagged on the fullness in her intestines and belly, he swatted her ass as he rode her, advancing deeper into her puckered brown hole.
The twin cocks thrust deeper. The pain in her ass became a dull, pleasant throbbing and the weight in her mouth didn't choke any more. She couldn't understand the sudden and abrupt shift from disgust to enjoyment. It happened so fast it left her weak. But then why try to understand? Enjoy these two virile men, their pricks fucking her throat and anus. And let the understanding come later.
Deeper and faster they fucked. She couldn't breathe and suddenly didn't want to. This fucking was pushing her to the edge of ecstasy and she wanted to fall into that silent, cool, fathomless pit where she would finally know peace.
But they wouldn't let that happen. She was too good a fuck.
Her jaws swelled and then the hot creamy fluids gushed down her throat, burning her tonsils and throat, scalding her throat and stomach. She swallowed as much as she could, but the residues spilled over her lips and down her chin. And while her throat worked, the cock in her ass went off. Her spine rippled. Her buttocks quivered and she jerked her hips, flinching as the seething gouts of cum tore into her anus, triggering her own orgasm.
Her big titties dangled but were soon covered by gnarled yellow fingers.
A third guard had lain beside her and was squeezing her big red-ringed titties. His long dirty nails scratched and ground against the spongy tips.
Like a horse, she whinnied and the Jap guards thought that hilarious. The watching men howled, drowning out her cries of humiliation. And fear. For, never in her young, nearly virginal life, had she ever experienced such brutality. But what frightened her even more was her almost avid acceptance of it.
Her own degradation, and she almost welcomed it. She had to use the word "almost" for if she admitted that she was enjoying this breaking of her spirit, she would certainly lose her mind.
They fucked with wild abandon. Their long stroking cocks were like fire hoses, pouring their hot jizz down her throat, up her ass. She shuddered as each burst pounded her guts. They filled her throat, filled her ass and still they showered her with their stinging, burning jizz.
And those sharp nails, like teeth, ripped at her passion-bloated tits.
Her glands responded. The fierce brutal attack made her clitoris swell, made her cunt produce lust-oil which slickened her thighs, turned her thick black pubic bush into a mass of diamonds.
Her lips were puckered even as her face was contorted with a hard, driving lust... an emotion she didn't want to feel but couldn't control. She couldn't help it. Her cunt overflowed. Her clitoris was swollen and about to erupt. Her titties were heavy, swinging, responding to the squeezing, thick nipples now and aching so!
Her belly was pumping as she breathed rapidly. Her pelvis jerked and her buttocks bounced. Her fingers grabbed dirt clods and she was oblivious now to the epithets, the heat and flies, and the stink of her captors.
Her cunt closed joyfully on her bloated clitoris. Her jaws locked on the thick spurting cock in her mouth. Her ass clamped on the throbbing sawing weight. She whipped counter to the jagged pummeling attack.
They still orgasmed and she met their non-stop eruptions.
Hands were on her ass, her back and hips and legs, locked in her long flowing black hair. They pulled and pinched and rubbed their cocks over her back and supple shoulders and down her spine and against her asscheeks. All the while, the cock in her mouth remained thick and driving, and the prick up her ass expanded and blew torrents of hot jizz in her tiny curled hole.
And she hated this ultimate degradation, and she loved it, too. She quaked as fingers dug into her supple ass and titties and belly and legs, and strong hands jerked her hair and palms slapped her quivering buttocks and the assaults continued, stepped up as the cocks in her holes blew one mighty burst, and jerked free and were replaced with bigger pricks, and the rancid taste filled her mouth, flattened her tongue and jammed against the back of her throat. Her teeth dropped on the shaft and she chewed as vigorously as her captor fucked her throat. She couldn't help it; she was being driven into a fucking frenzy by these short, ugly gnomes... these Japanese scum.
Yet, even as she was repulsed by their brutality, she was captivated by their rugged virility. And so she didn't resist, didn't struggle and, instead, threw her head, making her hair dance, and chewed the hefty cock while her ass cheeks closed on the huge rod and her anus stretched to take the huge intrusion.
They fucked her, laughing, snorting, burying their sticks in her yielding jaws, yielding bowels. Whimpering, gnashing, her whole body a riot of sensation, she fucked them as hard as they fucked her.
They sensed her need and conveyed their disgust. She absorbed their chortling angry contempt, not hearing the curses, only feeling the pricks... two massive sawing cocks that tore her apart.
Jizz flowed and she drank it in, loved the hot kiss, the salty sting of the pounding pricks. Her stomach was heavy. Her titties were being clawed and then teeth cinched on her nipples. The thud of bodies against her sweating flanks nearly knocked her over but the men crowded against her, pulled on her nipples with their teeth.
The cocks slammed her throat, flattened her tongue, burned her ass and tickled her bowels. She sobbed and shuddered and that enraged her tormentors more. They ripped at her throat and bowels, climaxing abruptly, choking and gagging her.
They retreated then and she fell face down in the dirt. She was so close to the barbed wire she heard the ugly teeth rustle as a hot wind whipped the curled barrier.
Hands seized her, lifted her, and turned her around to face the squat unpainted wood building, her home for the past two months since the fall of Shanghai to the Japs... March, nineteen forty-two.
As they held her, waiting for Musashi Saito, the hated commandant of this prison camp, she cursed herself for remaining when most of the British pulled out. Her chief, the executive secretary to the British Counsel, had escaped, urging her to join them. But she remained, thinking the city would not fall. How could it? The British had the superior forces. Somehow, the Japs bluffed, and this lovely port city fell.
The short, slim "Mush" Saito, as the prisoners called him, approached, snapping his riding crop against the sharp crease of his brown uniform. "Miss Jesslyn O'Meara," he smirked, "You have enjoyed walking naked through my lovely compound? You are ready now to tell me where the code books are?"
She felt weak, sick. "I've already told you," the tall, big-tittied, plump raven-haired beauty gasped. "All the secret documents were burned or evacuated with the big shots."
He flicked the crop over her swollen roseate peaks. She flinched. One of the guards laughed. Mush smiled and put his hand on one of her solid dimpled buttocks.
"You have such a pretty ass. I love your fleshy ass. Miss O'Meara. I would hate to have such a lovely thing mistreated." He seized her shoulders and she prepared to be shaken. But he pushed her back, holding her as he drove her backward, within a foot of the barbed wire barricades. "Now, Miss O'Meara, you will tell me where the code books are. Or you will be kissed, a ferocious kiss you will not soon forget."
"I don't have them," she shrieked, hair tossing, shoulders quivering. The spasms rippling through her big, solid titties made her nipples rise.
The short corporal merely smirked. His muscles stood out as he took a deep breath, exhaled. Then, without a word, he half squatted, gripped her hips and jerked her off the ground. She gasped, arms flailing. The surprise left her defenseless. Not even when he slung her over his shoulder like a bag of fluff, did she react. The others did. The uniformed men laughed, crowded closer. No telling what the commandant might do, they thought.
Mush took three steps toward the barbed wire. She struggled, realizing what was about to happen.
"Nooo, not that... don't throw me on that..."
Jesslyn writhed, her cunt dragging against the sharp edged decorations on his shirt. The edges cut into her pussy and one of them found her clitoris. Even before she realized it, the steady grinding pain excited her clitoris. And as Musashi Saito hoisted her higher the edges cut deeper and pinched her clit and she orgasmed, a mighty burst that quaked her belly and scissored her cunt. Her titties were flattened against his shoulder and as she exploded she rubbed the sore, sensitive peaks across the rough textured shirt front. That infuriated her cunt; more lust oil began to drench his shirt; more pain and throbbing started in her vagina.
Jesslyn had to be fucked again. This bizarre hellishness was exciting her more than any naked heavily hung man had done.
"Now, my dear," he grunted, gripping her hips, pulling her off his shoulders. "You will feel the sharp teeth of the wire and you will know what will happen if you don't tell me what I must know."
Jesslyn screamed again. He held her hips, held her away from him, his evil face showing no mercy. Then the Japanese corporal slowly lowered the kicking, struggling brunette. He held tightly, his weight balanced on his spread thighs as he lowered her onto the barbed wire. She sobbed, begging him to stop. But he continued lowering her. His face glowed evilly, his eyes burned into her smooth, high cheek-boned face, the large black eyes, the full lips, the small cute nose. She represented, with her distinctly American face, everything he detested. She would pay for being the enemy!
He held her an inch above the wire. She looked down, eyes wide, fear spasms racking her voluptuous body. Slowly Musashi eased her onto the wire.
Her ass and the hot curled wire touched. She bellowed and shivered. The wire lightly scratched her smooth cheeks, pushing gently on the heavy spheres. Grinning, he pulled her back and forth. Fire daggered her crotch. The pain was nearly unbearable! And yet... and yet...
Back and forth he went until her ass burned all over! Jesslyn cried out, but as he moved her along the needles of wire her cries became less distinct. She quivered and her tits swayed and slapped and her belly rose and fell and her thighs were clenched and her cunt exuded love oil and that heavy musky aroma all women give off when they're in heat.
The corporal smirked, and chortled and moved her faster along the curled strands. She was shrieking now, throwing her arms out, waving them like semaphores. Her tormentors were bellowing their lust and the corporal moved his gaze from her tight, contorted face to the audience in the prison yard, to see who was laughing. He made note, then directed his attention to his captive.
"My ass," she shrieked. "I'm... I'm on fire."
And that's exactly what she was. Only the inferno had spread from her ass into her cunt. Her juices pooled. Her clitoris throbbing, a swollen aching node aching for the sharp teeth.
He eased her onto the wire and let go. Jesslyn tottered, the wire daggers ripping her cunt. She waved her arms, kicked and yelped. Her eyelids fluttered and her boobs rose and fell quickly, in time with the soaring sensation in her crotch which rioted through her pussy, touching off her climax. She remained balanced, the wire dug into her, tearing loose small hunks of ripe smooth alabaster loveliness. Even as the pain tore through her another more persistent sensation rose to overtake the pain, consume it and replace it with a feeling of bliss more heady, more pervasive than the afterglow of a good hot fuck. This sensation quickly spread and she spurted her orgasm, the huge gouts squirting from her puckered labia, over her mound and across her lower belly and thighs.
Jesslyn was unable to control the overwhelming lust that forced itself from her, ripping loose vestiges of self respect. She was, for one brief moment, a wild animal, tearing at the imprisoning bonds, gaining satisfaction and strength from the debasement.
She didn't know how she was able to remain upright on the wire. All that mattered were the waves of blissful cum spurting over her thighs. Nothing else in this world or out of it meant anything... only the ripping burning cruel kiss of the wire on her throbbing twat.
And she remained there, on the wire, for eternity and then the corporal pulled her down, threw her in the dirt, at the feet of the other men.
"That does not disturb you?" He was genuinely surprised. "Possibly this will." He grabbed the two prisoners who had been allowed to watch, the two who had laughed. Leaving Jesslyn on her side, he bellowed commands in Japanese, pulling the two middle-aged male prisoners to the center of the compound. From inside the prison hut, eyes appeared. Activity on the grounds ceased. The two prisoners, aware now of what was about to happen, began sobbing, shaking. Five enlisted men, their hand weapons drawn, rushed into the yard. The prisoners saw the guards approach.
Jesslyn watched, transfixed, as the two men were made to stand, their hands cinched and their shoulders braced, back to back. They struggled, cried, begged and their protestations started a rhythm going in her pussy. She propped herself on an elbow and, without realizing it, began stroking her labia, relishing the pain that came from her bloated cunt.
The guards circled the pair. They slipped the safeties off their pistols. The trussed men screamed now, their cries reverberating along the snug inner walls of Jesslyn's cunt. She strummed her pussy separating the lips, immersing two fingers in the dripping pink folds, feeling the excitement pulse up from her slit.
The guns were held at arm's length. The pair of prisoners eyes wild, begged once more. The corporal's command overrode the explosion, a single vibrating blast, producing smoke and the lethal kiss of war.
The two bodies jerked, falling as the bullets tore loose flesh and bone fragments. Blood spurted, dampening the surrounding clots of dirt, turning the ground under the bodies into reddish mud. Jesslyn scissored her cunt and pinched and plucked her clitoris and raised her hips, jerking her pelvis, slamming her ass on the ground, raising the dust as she thought of one of those dead cocks sticking in her crotch.
Her tits slapped and danced and as the blood spilled and the air was full of the stench her pulse raced and the desire for more blood, more sex spurting through her.
Jesslyn was frightened of this, exhilarated by the experience all at the same time. And there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing except pat and squeeze her hairy mound, shove her fingers in the hole and wrench off another orgasm.
The guards worked fast to keep from being consumed by the flies. They pried loose the gold fillings in the dead men's teeth, severed the ears for souvenirs, searched the clothing for hidden caches of cigarettes or chewing gum.
Then the guards retreated to the relative coolness of the prison buildings.
Jesslyn couldn't take her eyes off the dead prisoners. Their long cocks lay like pale eels, slowing turning pink in the sun. So pale... so desirable.
It had been so long since she had fucked a white man, one of her own kind. The sorrow and sexual desire somehow intermingled and her clit trembled.
Jesslyn raised one leg, to block the view of the guard house for she knew that someone was watching; she could feel the probing eyes. Leg raised, she spread her pussy slightly, allowing passage of her fingers into the tight slit. She imbedded her fingers to the knuckles in the yielding vessel, corkscrewing, agitating her gland. The climax rose, then soared and she whimpered, tightened up, feeling the delightful explosion in her belly, gushing between her fingers into her cupped palm. She filled her palm and the stuff oozed over the puckered lips and down her clit and into her clenched ass.
Then it was over and she withdrew and relaxed. The flies were everywhere. The smell of this charnal house was everywhere. The suction which drew the prisoners into this dehumanizing hell was less noticeable, certainly less tangible.
Jesslyn was becoming a part of the machinery and it happened quickly, without notice, even as her innocence quickly fled.
The corporal was coming over. She lay on her back, eyes shut against the cruel sun, and waited for his sneer, his anger, his measured violence.
"Miss O'Meara," he called while he was halfway between the dead and the living. "Have you seen enough? Are you now willing to cooperate?"
He was beside her now, the even shine of his boots speckled with dust and blood specks. He silently watched the slow rising and fall of her solid red-tinged titties. He asked again.
"I'm not a convincing liar. If I was I would make something up... anything to spare me another day of this hell. But I can't lie. So I'm telling you, honestly, that the code books are gone. Find my chief and you'll find the books." Jesslyn raised an arm to shield her face from the sun and brushed her titties. The nipples, excited by the bizarre sexing and his evil stare, were hard, the peaks swollen.
He noticed, and said: "You like men? Well, I think we can find you some company tonight. Some nice white company that will make you wish for yellow meat again." He snapped his fingers. "Take her to cell number five."
Cell number five, in the basement, was a large, cement walled room with a solid steel door with a small barred peephole, and a tiny barred window near the ceiling. There was no sink, no toilet, no cots. Only some strange looking contraptions in each corner. She was given no time to investigate for the door opened and three men entered.
She recognized two of the men. They were young, ruggedly handsome and, with their close clipped mustaches, looked very British, which they were. Security guards at the British embassy they had somehow escaped the Japs' slaughter. Standing beside them was a tall, husky, blond, blue-eyed, slightly older man. His sun and wind burned complexion could have been caused by the Australian summer but the accent was definitely American. South Bronx, perhaps. The sound of the voice with its strange lilt gave Jesslyn an immediate sense of security.
"Are you cold? Hungry?" As he spoke, the American reached into the pocket of his neatly pressed dungarees and brought out a handkerchief. "Come on, let me clean you off. A little, at least."
His arms were around her and he was gently, persistently easing her to the cold, damp floor. The hands were strong and as they wiped some of the filth from her tits, her nipples hardened and the weight of desire pulled at the round, solid spheres.
"Oh, Christ." Jesslyn shivered as rivers of heat coursed through her tits and down into the pit of her belly.
The American laughed softly and his breath was sweet against her shoulder. He slowly rubbed her full abdomen. The girl quivered and she sighed and her legs opened. Fires were erupting in her pussy and her titties strained against the fatigue's clean, pale gray front. Later she would wonder why these three men were clean shaven, simply but neatly attired, and appeared rested and healthy. Now all that mattered were the hands of this gentle man on her belly, hefting the small roll of hip fat.
"Please, yes," she cried, legs opening wider as she settled on her back.
Her cunt nerves vibrated. Her clitoris tingled and her titties and belly spasmed. Another instant and she would explode. Oh, if only he would take her before she climaxed!
He was unbuttoning his fatigues now. His chest was massive and hairy and he was gorgeous. He slowly stripped, smiling eyes on her thrusting tits and quaking belly. The smell of her passion was a musky cloud between them and she ached for the kiss of his cock in her cunt.
Finally Jesslyn could stand his slow strip no longer. "Hurry," she shrieked, legs flung wide, belly and hairy cunt jerking. In the distance she heard the laughter of the other two men, but no matter; she had the man she wanted, had to have. And he was perfect, right down to his enormous, scarlet-tipped cock. She whimpered, eyes wide, as he settled between her legs. He was still smiling, stroking her hips, running light fingers over her fleshy hips, then under her ass and she lifted, pressing against his cock, her cunt aching and itching for that big rod. As he moved against her cunt lips, his hands cupped her ass and his fingertips separated her strong buttocks as his nails scratched the smooth surfaces of her ass.
She tingled and her pussy was steamy, the bitter musk of passion became thicker. Again, she begged him to fuck her and he only smiled and fondled her big ass and ran his cocktip over her dripping cuntal sheath. The pussy-lips rippled as the dome separated them and her cuntal sheath spasmed and tried to grab the huge erection. But he drew back, his fingers scratching, then pinching her voluptuous ass muscles. He pinched her ass and the sudden, abrupt cutting seizures snapped in her cunt and once again her clitoris responded, just like in the yard when they brutalized her on the barbed wire. Only this time the sharpness was muted gently. He used just enough pressure to excite her without hurting her.
And then as Jesslyn writhed in his arms and slammed her belly into his belly and her cunt clutched the cockhead, he drove against her pelvis and in one sudden burst of strength he buried his cock in her cunt. She screamed and he gnashed: "You didn't think the war was over this soon, now did you?"
His eyes were smoldering coals. That handsome mouth was drawn tightly over the clenched jaw. His hips pistoned savagely. Her cunt was filled with the hard driving weight. The cock bruised and tore her pussy and as the pain swelled through her cunt, a warmth arose and licked deliciously at her brutalized cunt muscles. She jerked her hips counter clockwise and his prick, like a disemboweling knife, ripped at her snatch.
Jesslyn tightened her legs and her clenched thighs slid along his sweating shanks. He slammed harder, faster and her clitoris, swollen now with her cum, strained and then discharged. No longer was she frightened. Her lust overwhelmed, blotting out everything save this brutal, ramming cock. It tore her apart and yet she seemed to grow more excited on this animalistic cruelty. She had to have more of this American's brutality!
He thrust one last time before drenching her pussy with his jizz. Then he pulled out, spilling the last drops of cum on her belly. "You boys want some? It's nice fucking," he told his two companions.
One of the men pointed into a shadowy corner. "I want her like that, Brad."
What were they doing? she thought, on her back where Brad Lawson had left her. A hollow scraping drew closer and on one elbow she was what was coming. The younger Britishers were dragging over a long, narrow stool with four stumpy tapered legs. The two men called themselves by their first names and discussed what they had planned, loud enough for her to hear as if she wasn't even there.
What they were saying and the harsh coarse way they were saying it sent her lust juices flowing. For, despite herself, she was becoming sexed up again almost as if her loins needed the kind of brutality they were planning.
The stool was dragged to the wall and overturned and she was dragged to the stool and it was placed under her ass. The legs dug into her shoulder blades but she didn't care. These brutes hovered over her and she shuddered and sighed and her hips began rolling.
"You take her legs, Brad. I want..." Thomas, the instigator of this bizarre plot pulled off his fatigues.
Lawson stood over her, near her head. Then he straddled her temples with his boots, his back to the wall for support. Thomas, naked now with his cock engorged like a slim ruby-tipped club, reached down for her ankles, jerked her legs up and she gasped at the forcefulness of his strength.
He lifted her so her ass was positioned over the stool legs, then pulled her until Lawson got hold of her ankles. As they tugged, the muscles in her cunt and ass tightened and the steady pumping of Thomas's breath fanned into her open cunt; the steady pulsations ignited her clitoris, made it fill, made the muscles in her snatch tighten up. Lawson lifted and her hips were jerked higher. Her ass and cunt were tilted toward the ceiling and in this humiliating position, with her most intimate flesh exposed, Lawson held her.
Thomas laughed harshly, relishing her humiliation and degradation and she felt, deep in the bowels of her soul, an equal response. The shame was there and there, too, was a feeling of excitement.
Yes, she seemed to say to herself, Yes, humiliate me, degrade me, use me like you would use a common whore, which I am. Only I'm even lower than a whore. And that is how I want to be treated.
"We want to know where the code books are," Thomas snarled. "Tell us and Mushy will let us all live. Refuse, and we're all dead."
She protested her innocence and that infuriated Thomas, who seemed to be the group's ringleader. He ordered her hoisted even higher and Lawson complied. As the pressure in her pussy intensified, her juices surged and spattered her thighs and dripped along the inner folds of her ass.
"She likes it," Thomas gloated. "The bitch really likes it." His cock telescoped, surged and as the tip darkened with blood the veins surged and filled and stood out like the tendons in a weightlifter's arm. "Well, we'll see how much she likes this."
He undid his belt, a slim, thick, leather sheath with a heavy brass buckle. He snapped it against the floor, making the apprehension she felt build to a higher pitch. With each slap of the belt on the damp cement, the reverberations echoed in Jesslyn's cunt. The tightness in her pussy and clitoris increased as her desire rose.
He was going to rape her with that belt! Jesslyn felt the sting in her pussy already. Excruciating, terrifying, yet necessary. Yes, she had to feel the bite of the lash, needed to be abused, for only that way could she achieve gratification. But her ass was still tender from the Jap guard's rape, and the teeth of the sharp barbed wire had only just faded from her supple ass cheeks. She prayed he wouldn't fuck her in the ass or beat her too savagely. Just beat me enough to make me cum. That's all I want from you, Thomas. Hurt me but not so much that I'll die. For I have only just now, in these last days, discovered what l am and what I must have to be satisfied. Only the kiss of the whip, the sting of the lash will appease me. Hurry, oh, please hurry, you brute!
She squealed as the belt whooshed. Then the crack of the leather on her damp buttocks filled the dingy cell. Jesslyn screamed. The impact sent waves of pain and dizzying ecstasy through her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Her plump cheeks jumped. The sound was sharp, like the crack of a rifle. The jagged heat leaped through her ass as he struck her again.
.Jesslyn's cheeks quivered and smarted and her titties swelled and the nipples hardened and lust oil exploded from between her taut labia.
"The slut loves it," Thomas chortled, swinging again.
"Eeee..." The fire surged through her lush, trembling butt cheeks. The heat was an inferno now, smoldering, licking at her buttocks and spreading in orgasmic swell through her cunt. Her titties, so painfully swollen, reverberated. The nipples flicked and the blood churned in the sensitive tips. Her pelvis flinched and jerked when he struck her again.
Her ass was pink, dotted with goose flesh, quivering; the odor of her lust wreathed the supple succulence. The brute smelled her musky perfume and, laughing, he continued beating her sweet, round bottom. The hiss and crack of the gnarled leather against the smooth damp cheeks skittered, echoed against the humid, cracked, cement blocked wall.
Jesslyn's butt danced as she writhed and whimpered and then clenched her thighs. Her pubic hair was drenched and her thighs shimmered with lust oil and her skin blushed as her need for release and more abuse increased.
Fuck me, beat me, abuse and rip me apart, I don't care, only just don't stop, she thought as she clenched her thighs. Her throat was clogged with lustful longing and she couldn't speak. All she could do was scream, and cry and gasp as each blow tore at her buttocks.
Jesslyn clenched tighter, squeezing her clitoris in the folds of her delicious female flesh. Her cunt clamped on the bloated gland and the gland was massaged by her own vaginal muscles. Jesslyn quaked as the stinging assault tore into her ass and up into her cunt. Over and over the assaults coaxed and dragged on her trapped orgasm, sending her closer to her climax. He pounded her ass and with each blow her clitoris jerked.
Jesslyn was cumming now, cum juice drenching her thighs, smearing the opaque jelly across her lower belly and along the underside of her exposed ass. Her tits, so sore she couldn't stand the pain, were heavy, and she begged; "someone, anyone" to squeeze them, massage them, pluck and pinch them. But they laughed, triumphant at her misery.
Her face was flushed, contorted. Her massive, magnificent body strained with the bubbling orgasm. They taunted and hooted derisively and Thomas said as he flung the belt to the floor: "This is only the beginning for you, lover. Open your mouth!"
"Oh, sweet Jesus, no... not that," she wept as she struggled. But she knew if she didn't open her mouth they would break her jaw. Once she was marred, they would have no more use for her cunt and mouth. So she dropped her lower jaw and Thomas, his cock oozing pre-cum, hunkered over her, winking at Lawson who continued holding her ankles.
Thomas jammed his cock in her mouth and Jesslyn gurgled and writhed as his buttocks crushed her titties. Then the other young Britisher, whose name was Sloan, grabbed her pussy, and jerked her thick curled bush, jamming two fingers between her buttocks. Jesslyn recoiled as the fingers roughly explored her snug inner muscles. She whipped her pelvis as Sloan's fingers rammed her anus, setting off a spasm of pain which quickly became soothing warmth. Her throat strained and she tried to cry out but the cock flattened her tongue and struck the back of her throat. Nauseated, Jesslyn tried to bite the shaft, to force its retreat, but when she clamped her jaws on the hefty cock, her jaws massaged the wiggling veins, the smooth salty shaft, and the few strands of curled hair at the base. Even as she was revolted by Thomas' cock her tongue began a slow, tantalizing dance along the veins, toward the shaft, then back again toward the head.
Jesslyn lightly stroked the spongy tip and a spurt of pre-cum pearled her tongue-tip. Jesslyn grunted, hungry for the cum. Her titties, belly and cunt heaved. As the finger stroking in her asshole became more forceful, she tongue-stroked with greater insistence. The fire awakened in her cunt. Even as she tongue kissed and lightly chewed she churned her big hips, began to hump rapidly, her orgasm building all the while.
Sloan's other hand was at her slit, prying the puckered labia. Love oil gushed, spattered and smeared and soiled his long nailed fingers. The weight of Thomas's hips on her chest smothered and crushed her, but even as breathing became more difficult, she kept sucking and thrashing his cock.
She opened wider even as Sloan cupped and fondled her buttocks and cunt. Jesslyn jerked her hips, ground her belly, eager for the cock in her cunt. Her nerves were on fire. Passion ripped her cunt, her tits, all through her voluptuous flesh.
Jesslyn churned and rocked and then gasped as the cock in her mouth erupted. Hot gushing gouts of cum boiled down her throat, scalded her tongue, flooded the roof of her mouth, squirted between her teeth. Firebrands tore her labia, and she made a heaving throaty sound. Sloan's hot, fist-like prick shoved back the snug layered cunt muscles, driving deep, the passage already moistened by Lawson's cum, and her orgasm. Sloan's prick advanced quickly, pulling her muscles apart, striking her clitoris as he raped her tightly packed pussy.
The cock in her mouth kept discharging, an endless stream of sour jizz. The sweat odor, as humid as the jungle surrounding this prison, stung her nostrils even as Thomas's heavy bull's balls assaulted her chin.
Jesslyn's teeth raked the cock, matching the powerful forward thrusting that drove the prick down her throat. The jizz poured down her throat, burning her belly. Her clitoris twanged, vibrated with the sweet, heavy lust load, the feel of the cock raping her cunt.
Jesslyn shivered, rippling her well padded hips. And then Sloan's climax discharged. His cock continued slamming and just as his orgasm went off, Thomas pulled out of her cunt and rammed her ass, flattening her asscheeks. His orgasm lubricated his shaft, making the sudden deep penetration possible. The attack burned through Jesslyn's intestines and stomach. The cockhead struck her asshole, splitting the sphincter, and she yelped and bore down on the cock, still in her mouth.
His cock drove deep, down Jesslyn's throat, swelling her jaws more, cutting off the supply of air. Up into her cunt ass, spreading wide the snug muscles, slicing her bowels. And Jesslyn was hungry for Sloan's abuse. Her yielding bowels were hungry for Sloan's huge virile cock. She needed the violence, the pain of butt fucking. She needed the hot driving iron all through her intestines, cunt, and mouth. She wanted the feel of pain, needed it to satisfy this hungry, unmentionable craving.
And these two brutes were bringing her off, bringing her closer to the black void of desire that held the ultimate release. This was a cosmic orgasm she had never experienced, had never allowed herself to even think about. And she was so close she could feel the hot, leaded drops forging in her cunt, burning in her glands.
Jesslyn whipped her hips, slammed her belly up, trapping the humid fist in her bowels. Her titties rolled and popped and slapped together. Lawson, Sloan and Thomas urged her on, taunting her frenzied attack and her perverse needs. But she was unmindful now of their taunts. As she drove on, in a counter rhythm that was as brutal as their attack, she was mindful now only of the lust that was swollen in her cunt.
Thomas withdrew, dripping cum on her chin and throat, but Sloan kept up the brutal assault on her bowels. He forced her anus wider, fucking her with a wild abandon, unmindful of the pain and pleasure he gave her, concentrating on unleashing his own orgasm.
He fucked her faster and she responded and the room was redolent with her rising and falling wails and grunts. Jesslyn gasped, her breath coming in short bursts. And when he pummeled her one last time and poured his cum into her snatch and saturated the tight hole, she tightened up and bellowed and her orgasm was nearly as powerful as his eruption.
Then Thomas was at her mouth again, his orgasm spurting even before he got his cock in her mouth. The bitter taste burned her throat and Thomas's jizz bubbled between her lips, down her chin, and Sloan's cum spurted from her anus and over her hairy cunt and smooth flexed thighs. And as the cum drenched her inner asswalls, Jesslyn jerked her hips quickly, wrenching off her orgasm.
Thomas and Sloan pulled out of her mouth and ass at the same time and, growling, she was left with more of her repressed orgasm. She spread her hips wide and throwing her head so the long black hair danced across her wet shoulders, she shoved three fingers into her snatch.
While the trio stood over her writhing body, she finger-fucked her pussy. Grunting and sighing, enjoying their burning gazes, she threw her shoulders back and with her hips elevated and her titties lifting and slapping, she rammed three fingers all the way into her drenching pussy, filling the snug crevice, scissoring her cunt until her orgasm finally ended. A final twist and the orgasm gushed over her mound and thighs, joining the slimy pools beneath her ass.
Then she fell back, not feeling the rough damp floor when her head struck it. Jesslyn shut her eyes, suddenly exhausted. The potential danger surrounding her didn't bother her. Not even the frightening truth of her own sexuality disturbed her thoughts.
She had reached the limits. Not much else could arouse her. She had experienced it all and had only been sexually awakened by the brute virility that dwelled in and was exerted by most men. The casual infliction of pain and death aroused her and knowing this relaxed her. But Jesslyn was too tired to think any further.
Jesslyn heard the male voices buzzing nearby, dominated by Lawson's rumbling basso. They were talking about her. She heard her name. But Jesslyn was too worn down to pay attention, or even care.
Two
"Do you like to fuck?" It was Lawson.
Jesslyn awoke. "What ... what did you say?" The vapors of sleep slowly lifted.
Lawson repeated the question, adding: "If you do..." He stood. His engorged prick was swollen, slapping his belly when he straightened up. "Do you?"
She was fully awake, but oblivious to Sloan and Thomas huddled nearby. All she saw was that huge penis, the hairy sack, the muscular thighs and tightly muscled belly. He had a handsome face, she quickly noted. But a woman couldn't be fucked by a handsome face.
"Yes," was all Jesslyn said as she sat up, reaching for the staff.
One step forward brought his prick-head to her lips. She made a bow of her sensual mouth and, tongue extended, reached for the spongy tip. Pre-cum pebbled the slit and the sight started her juices pooling.
"Mmmmm," Jesslyn breathed as she took the head between her lips. He winced and she lightly raked the head with her teeth. Her tongue tip patted the shaft and when the shaft thickened and stretched her jaws, she licked along the under side veins, taking him deeper in her wet, moving mouth. Her jaws ground lightly. Her tongue slithered along the coursing hot shaft. Jesslyn felt the jizz surge, tasted more pre-cum. He got off a few spurts, then tensed, holding back, prolonging the erection. Her tongue laved the head, smeared the cum over the head and upper shaft. His hips bounced and the sack slid over her wet chin. She opened wider, took more of his cock until he was lodged at the back of her throat. The thudding of the head at her throat reverberated into her belly and snatch and, like Pavlov's dog, her juices raced. She nearly choked. The weight and the discomfort of that big a weapon in her jaws, forcing her tongue down, was choking her. But she managed to keep her jaws working, her tongue sliding over the hefty intrusion. While she sat before him, legs tucked in, she wiggled her ass on the cold damp rough floor and the sensation along her sensitive bottom further aroused her lust. Her hands were on her titties, fondling, squeezing, massaging. She pinched and plucked the swollen nipples even as the saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She palmed her ribs and flicked with her thumbs the lower slopes of her perfectly shaped size forty-fours. Her belly rippled and goose flesh dotted her smooth curves.
Jesslyn spread her legs, pointing the knees at the assembled audience, and tugged at the thick curled hair covering and hiding her puckered wet pussy. She parted her cunt lips with her thumbs, her mouth still chewing and suckling. Her eyes were wide and wild as she caressed the dripping cunt muscles. The clitoris surged and ached. She shoved the muscles back, striking her clitoris. It was like a fist jammed into her belly. The touch of her finger against the clitoris nearly knocked her out. She held back, prolonging the orgy as he was doing.
Jesslyn's mouth worked rapidly and she waited to taste the sudden spurt of cum. But he was holding out, and she didn't know how much longer she could wait. She let go of her cunt, then, and grasped his hips; when he tensed, she massaged his strong, muscular buttocks, patting, pinching, feeling now the first cum bursts. Smiling as her glands throbbed, about to surge, she shoved a finger between his ass cheeks. He yelped, tightened up and she rammed the finger into his anus, wiggling the finger, triggering his orgasm.
Jesslyn suckled faster, swallowed rapidly, but the load bombarded her throat and gushed between her lips and over her chin at the same time. She couldn't keep up. She could only swallow and slash at his shaft with her tongue, and jam her fingers into her cunt and wiggle her clitoris, setting off her orgasm.
With her other hand, Jesslyn strummed her cunt muscles, the finger busy at her clit. The hot poker at her throat continued to explode, and brand her tonsils. She thrashed and sucked and swallowed and briskly massaged her cunt. The climax spilled over her thighs, over the floor between his legs and then back, under her ass, mingling with the litter already crusted to the rough cement blocks. She wiggled her ass, needing the added inducement of the rough cement on her silky skin. The degradation of this kind of loving only heightened her already aroused perverse appetite. Again, like before, she began shyly accepting the terms of the orgy, then as her passions rose, she wallowed in the abuse and degradation; each time the need came sooner and was more difficult to satisfy.
She was becoming the kind of animal the Japs wanted. Realizing this didn't even slow her down.
His hips bucked with greater urgency and she met the male's urgent need with her grinding jaws, chewing teeth and thrashing tongue. Her throat opened and closed rapidly; her throat worked. Her titties were drenched with sweat and the cum that dribbled down her chin. Her titties were swollen and the nipples thrust like the beaks of blind baby birds for the opaque nourishment from his prick.
Jesslyn arched her hips, grinding out her orgasm while she pinched the nipples, pinched and lifted her tits by the nipples, twisted and jerked the tender tips. Her orgasm continued, massive, gut wrenching, dizzying. The power of her lust was less frightening; the need to be fucked more overwhelming.
Lawson sensed her need even as her short, soft whimpering rose to a high pitched wail. He made one last powerful thrust, came massively then, and still erect, he separated her jaws, eased her back and, with cum still dripping between her tits and over her belly, he crouched between her legs, spreading her cunt wide. Her eyes were wide, glazed and she shook all over. The cock, parting her lips, was even bigger than it had felt in her mouth. And he was on her belly now, resting between her thighs. Jesslyn clenched him with her thighs, holding him, wrapping her legs around his waist, coaxing him in with her throbbing thighs, kicking heels and convulsing vagina.
Lawson smiled as he jockeyed his cock between her lips. The smile became a look of amazement as her strong sucking cunt muscles drew him, drew him deep into her steaming depths. He separated the snug muscles, moving slowly, steadily along her tight corridor.
This huge rugged prick was tearing her insides. She raised her ass to get closer to the drilling virile advance, whipping her hips sideways to get that reaming magnificence all through her cunt.
He was so good... so much a brutal man. She had never been fucked so good before. Her few men had been beginners, too. This one knew what to do, how to do it, and had the willpower to do it right for a woman, without blowing off before the fuck was done.
He was almost in up to the shaft's base. He wiggled this hips and that brought his cock up against her clitoris. She yelped, jerked her pelvis, began cumming even as he stroked her clitoris with greater urgency. He was cumming, too, and the scalding juice damn near incinerated her. She could almost feel the steam.
Jesslyn locked her legs around his waist. Her heels beat his kidneys. She rocked her hips, slammed her belly against his belly. Their pubic hairs mingled and their loins kissed wetly, slid together, locked together for that all too brief instant when their orgasms crested, and then they plunged faster. His prick slammed and bruised and her cunt strangled. They twisted and writhed and nearly left the floor as they blew off for the last time.
The downward slide was equally vigorous. Only not quite as fast. He held her close, kissed her cum-flecked mouth and they frenched. His cock slid out of her stretched pussy and he lay full length, covering her shivering body.
Three
Lawson held her tightly to his heaving, taut muscled chest. The hair scraped her passion-swollen titties and the lust in her pussy made her shiver violently. She had to be fucked again, except when she fondled his prick, it came up soft.
"I need it," she husked.
Sloan and Thomas sat and watched. Both men were dressed and appeared soft.
"You're fuck out of luck," Lawson said. "But, if you're not particular..."
He produced from inside the pocket of his fatigues a handful of stick matches.
"I am particular." Jesslyn was breathing hard as she reached for the matches. "And that's why I'm accepting your offer."
As the three men stared, unbelieving, she thrust three of the matches into her pussy and, rapidly semi circling her wrist, wrenched her orgasm, using the matches as a phony phallus.
"Baby, I can't let you do it all by yourself," and Lawson kissed her big titties.
"Chew them," Jesslyn screamed, bucking her tits up to him, twisting her hips, ramming the matched deeper into her slot.
Lawson buried his face in her cleavage a moment longer, then chewed one thrusting red nipple. She rolled her pelvis, coaxing the matches deeper. Lawson, sensing her impending orgasm, sunk his teeth on the nipple and she bellowed with delight. Jesslyn's hips pistoned faster and Lawson chewed the nipple while, with the other hand he twisted the other swollen tit tip. Jesslyn arched her back suddenly, jerked one last time, and whipping her hips in a rapid vertical rhythm Jesslyn jerked off the orgasm. Sheets of cum covered her thighs when at last she fell back, panting, exhausted, temporarily satiated.
"I hope you're not too tired." Musashi Saito beckoned from the doorway. Jesslyn stood, hot with anticipation. For Jesslyn knew, whatever it was she would respond. Even though she was sexually exhausted and that nothing could be more of a kick than what she had already gone through, her clit flinched as the guards dragged her down the hall, up the stairs, to the rear of the building. She was taken into the enlisted men's quarters and dumped in the middle of the room. The aisle was narrow, and flanked by double-decker bunks. Standing on both sides of the aisle were the enlisted men, all young, thin, innocent looking. Their young cocks rose, thin, wide glistening shafts as strong as their arm and leg muscles.
She began to breathe hard. They all looked so desirable! She could almost taste their sweet young pricks!
Mush nudged her ass with his boot. But, when she struggled to her hands and knees, he kicked her legs out from under her and she fell, grunting, on her face. While she was down he pressed the heel of his boot on her lower spine, ordering her to remain still. His heel scraped to her buttocks; a thick column of black-like smudge remained from her spine to her ass. Her butt had dimples and the red welts were beginning to fade.
Musashi Saito prodded the plump cheeks with the toe of his boot. She whimpered, a husky, raspy sound and while the corporal and his men guffawed, the goose bumps erupted on those strong ass cheeks.
He lifted his heel, set it lightly on her left asscheek. She began to quiver. He exerted slight pressure and the cheeks flattened. The heavy weight sent excruciating discomfort through the cheek, and a surging warmth which snaked and spun toward her pussy.
It was happening again! She was feeling in her cunt, the misery they were inflicting on her body. And she couldn't and wouldn't do a thing to stop it.
He semi-circled the plump cheek, making the sphere jiggle. Laughing as Jesslyn began to tremble and writhe, corporal Saito pressed down harder, pinning her to the dusty, splintered wood floor. He used more force, then, and she found her labia parting, the jagged sour smelling wood beneath her twat slickening with her lust oil. And with each push of his heel, her cunt surged and she rubbed her snatch against the floor. Then he advanced to the other cheek, repeating the ordeal. And she again reacted the same way. The pressure awakened her pussy. She was able to feel the pressure up against her snatch and that was enough stimulation to excite her climax.
The pressure in her cunt built until she was no longer able to contain it.
"Oh... Jesus..." And she pushed against the floor and blew her orgasm. It burst in soft, gut wrenching pops, smearing her cunt hair and belly and spilling into her belly button.
"Enough," Mush barked.
He jerked her to her feet. While she had been down the floor the soldiers had taken up bayonets. They brandished them now. She blanched, and when they saw the reaction, they dropped their arms and held the weapons at their sides.
Corporal Saito gave her a push. She stumbled down the middle of the aisle. The cold steel came up. They swatted at her ass and titties with the flat sides of the bayonets. She yelped, dancing on the balls of her feet, she passed down the line. They moved her one way and then another; like a leaf in the wind she did half turns only to be turned to face the rear of the barracks by those spanking bayonets.
They slapped her ass and titties and the cold steel made her titties swell and her nipples rise, and the echoes and dull smacking sounds as the weapons beat her tits and buttocks intensified the painful throbbing in her pussy. Red oblong strips appeared on her ass and long red lines crossed her titties. Her tits, belly and ass jiggled as she whined and jerked her shoulders and stumbled down the rows, feeling the snapping pressure and the dull aches.
Another different situation, another way to get her rocks off. Another way to be fucked. Her long black hair danced across her shoulders and her eyes were livid. Faster and faster they made her dance and jump. The cold steel snapped across her ass and the big muscles danced and whispered, and her tits rolled and slapped together. The heat in her puss was growing, intensifying, becoming an inferno. She shuddered and the welts on her flesh grew. She couldn't fight the desire that the slapping aroused. She knew she shouldn't give in to these animals, and yet what they were doing was driving her crazy with desire. She was ready now to be fucked but they weren't up to it; their limp pricks told her that much. She had to arouse them as she was being aroused!
"Dance, you white bitch," Mush demanded.
And, eyes and nipples glowing, she threw he shoulders back, making her breasts easy targets. The flat sides of the blades snapped across the pebble hard nipples; the faint cracking sound made her captor yelp with glee. Then the corporal bellowed an order and one of the men, a tall, slim boy with a long thin prick, grabbed her waist, pinned her against his soft prick while another boy approached, the blade edge turned toward her titties. She groaned and writhed an the gyrations rubbed the boy into an erection.
"Oh, yes, yes," Jesslyn babbled, head thrown back shoulders and hips jerking.
"Sever her femininity," Mush ordered, standing beside the woman.
Jesslyn's eyes were glazed now; fatigue and the powerful rush of her orgasm made her weak. She didn't reply, only churned her hips; the cock, hard now, was tucked into her ass crease. The stiffening hot stick made the goose bumps leap. The soldier's taut muscled arm, pinning her to his cock, dug her belly; she was getting dizzy and even as the room began to tilt, she felt the orgasm rise. The pain in her cunt... that sweet pain... was about to rip her apart. But she held back, waiting for the boy with the blade.
Mush stopped, placing the sharp edge at the topmost curve of her right tit. Goose bumps intensified. Jesslyn shook all over. Her belly fuck-humped. Her ass clenched on the stiff cock. Her eyes burned into the man, then at the blade, a look of amazement, awe widening them as she watched the sharp shiny steel glide lightly down the sphere. Rills of heat and cold shivered along those perfect globes. She cried out, threw her head back and, one leg slightly bent, she jerked her hips rapidly, drawing out her orgasm.
The guard held her tight, his cock swollen now, trapped in her layered heat. He held Jesslyn close and slowly rubbed his prick up and down along the sloping crease. She howled, head lunging backward, striking the soldier's chest. She tossed her head and the knife lightly caressed her red tips. The nipples swelled. Her tits quivered. Her belly continued to churn and her ass cheeks danced against the man's cock. He was going off, shooting his hot seed into her ass. She flinched with each cum burst; the scalding goose excited her cunt. The juice burst as the soldier burst. And the knife kept caressing.
The corporal growled in Japanese and the knife-massage grew harsher. The gooseflesh exploded. Jesslyn tightened up, yowling, thrashing the cock with her ass, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She wrenched her hips, lunged backward then forward in a massive fuck-dance, squeezing her clitoris, jerking her orgasm. The knife scratched harder. The nipples rose and the aureoles darkened. The knife point then turned toward the nipple, traced the thrusting peak, searing the sensitive tip with pinpoints of heat. Gradual pressure was exerted. With each increase, the jagged fires seared her cunt. She felt each cunt-nerve in her pussy!
As the blade tip dragged across the aureole and traced the thumb-like nipple, her clitoris strained. Jesslyn grunted, tensed, flexed her thighs and ass and, whipping her pelvis, she squeezed her cunt and sent her orgasm showering. The popping sound, the spurting white and grayish-clear gouts, speckled her thighs, drenched the pants of the knife wielding enemy. She groaned, shoulders thrown back, massive titties lifting, proud and voluptuous, as if eager for the bite of the blade. She strained once more and this time the orgasm splattered the soldier's thigh. The wet heat ignited his cock and his pants lifted.
Bellowing a lust curse he jerked down his pants. He was naked underneath. Not yielding to his officer's commands, the handsome Nip soldier threw her to the floor, the knife clattering. She fell on her back and the soldier dropped on her belly, his hips bucking, his huge cock drilling into her wet snatch. The soldier behind her, his prick still erect, came around in front of her and sat on her face, her titties a creamy white barrier between the two men.
Mush was enraged but didn't halt the orgy. He stood by, watching, eyes burning into the two soldiers that had disobeyed his orders. They made her fuck and suck.
Jesslyn adjusted to the burrowing cock and, at the same time, lashed out with her tongue, catching the dripping prick with her tongue tip. She tongue-thrashed the boy and quickly the cum spewed, drenching her mouth and chin, spilling down into the hollow of her throat. She licked and lashed, taking every delicious drop of cum.
The boy was so potent! Jesslyn had never sucked off any man this virile. He kept cumming, choking her and the gouts were thick, like spoons of jelly. She tried to take it all in her mouth but most spilled off her tongue. She managed to swallow enough, though. And while she sucked, the stud in her cunt drilled and massaged her cunt walls, striking her clitoris, making her cum with each pass. For a skinny cock he seemed to fill her hole and she closed tighter, making her cunt-muscles bruise more of her lush velvety snatch.
They pummeled Jesslyn's cunt and mouth and she bucked and churned and writhed and suckled rapaciously, her whole body a well-coordinated fucking machine. Jesslyn loved this degrading, debasing kind of fucking... she loved being taken in a roomful of jeering ugly enemies that fucked her right there on a dusty, splintered floor in an almost airless room reeking of sweat and shit. Yet, as her ass reddened on the jagged edged boards, Jesslyn experienced another new kick, one that would have horrified her back in the states-a million years ago.
They lunged massively, driving their cocks down her throat and clear to the seat of her cunt. Then a burst of jizz and they pulled out, their jizz dripping on her sweating thighs and gasping mouth.
Mush stepped between them, kicking her out of the way. "You disobeyed. You will pay. Now." Another rapid command in Japanese and the two terrified soldiers were seized. "Now, American slut, you will see how vicious my temper can be. Then we will once again discuss those code books."
They were dragged down the stairs, out into the courtyard. The soldiers begged. Jesslyn merely let herself be pulled along, like a rag doll. One of the men picked her up when she stumbled and hoisted her. He carried her like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. Pinned in his arms, her titties rubbed by her knees, her ass drooping and her crotch locked, she jerked her hips, nearly swooning as exquisite pleasure knifed her snatch.
That last orgasm after the fuck. It was so wonderful. The soldier was unmindful of what she was doing. His interest was on his two comrades. They were taken to the middle of the yard where a pole of wood, six feet tall, was imbedded in the dusty ground. Around them the flies and insects buzzed in the twilight, a purple, gold and orange smear across Shanghai. Once a beautiful sight, it was an ugly garish spectacle now.
The soldiers, naked from the waist down, were tied to the pole, back to back. Telling his troops, in a mixture of English and Japanese, what was going to happen, and why, Mush advanced. The gold and orange sky glimmered against the ugly object in his coiled fist. The captives screamed, begged for mercy and, seeing the cold stare and the tight lipped mouth of their commander, they screamed louder, begging their fellow soldiers for help. But the assembled group remained silent, unmoving, watching what was about to happen.
Musashi circled them, stooped slightly, lining up the knife with their waist. Then, suddenly, he thrust the flat end of the blade toward the soldier that had butt-fucked Jesslyn. The blade sliced into the soldier's penile shaft, severing the loin, continuing through the sack, dismembering him in a single fluid movement. His screams grew higher and higher still, clattering, shrilling through the compound until his voice was lost; only the mouth remained open, and the head twisted and the eyes receded and the head continued jerking and he danced and shuffled and his ripped groin spewed blood, dampening the dust, covering Mush's boots and pants.
He was at the other man now. The soldier fainted. Mush slapped his groin and the pain roused the prisoner. He stared, eyes wide, as the knife slashed his groin. He vomited, slammed the back of his head against his dead comrade, jerked so hard in his brief death dance that the pole wavered.
Then it was over. For them. Not for Jesslyn. Mush pulled her to the gaping wounds.
"You see how I mete out justice. And punishment. You will be so punished. If you do not believe, and I can see by the excited look on your face that you do not, I will make you taste their blood and then you will be very familiar with Musashi Saito's punishment, the kind of punishment you can expect if you do not confess."
Corporal Saito threw her, face down, in the muddy, stinking mess. He dragged her face, her upper torso through the mire. He pulled her head back, by the long hair, and forced her back and forth like a human mop. Her belly and tits were coated with the red mud and she retched and even as the smell made her sick, she found a strange, unholy feeling snaking like the serpent in the Garden of Eden through her brain. The stench was like the gutted underbelly of some unholy monster and yet, mixed with the initial revulsion, there was another stronger feeling of hunger. Not so much the hunger of committing these vile acts but more a feeling of passion as her naked body was smeared with the red and brown gouts. And the more he pulled her through the mess, the stronger the feeling, until her loins were heavy with it. Then the familiar fire began smoldering.
Saito made sure Jesslyn's titties were thoroughly coated, that every curve, every hollow was inundated with the phlegm-thick blood. The red stuff dripped from the lower slopes of her tits and the mud slid along the plump belly and down into the under curve, among the thick curled black hair and over the labia, the red of the blood mingling with the pale pink of the puckered lips.
Jesslyn trembled, allowed the brute to use her to do whatever he wanted. Right then, as the juices raced and her cunt pooled and the fever tore across her brain, all he wanted her for was an instrument of ridicule. He shouted at his troops that this was what they might expect if they ever defied him. The men remained mute. He then let her go and she fell, face down, in the scarlet muck. There was pause while the corporal made up his mind. While she lay there, Mush stepped on her buttock, the blood red heel left a jagged oval on the smooth hefty cheek. He pressed down, absent-mindedly exerting pressure, while his mind worked.
Jesslyn quivered all over. The heel, each time it bore down, sent shivers into her cunt. And her gland filled and the discomfort seemed to weigh heavily in her cunt, as heavy the pressure on her buttock. He rubbed his heel, laughing softly, strained, trapped in his throat, and each time he made the plump buttock move, she moaned, a soft sound, groggily, deep in her throat, and the husky sound grated, almost like a file being dragged through her cunt, she thought.
This vile Jap bastard wasn't letting up; he delighted in seeing her writhe, and squirm and sob softly. Glaring down at her supple buttocks, straight back, smooth shoulders wreathed in soft black hair, his cock hardened and she seemed to sense his reaction for, turning, Jesslyn said: "We both want it. How much longer are we going to prolong it?"
"Bitch," Saito muttered, without conviction. But he lifted his foot. "On your feet. We have some talking to do." He pointed to the barbed wire.
Jesslyn slipped twice on the mud, almost tumbling into the barbed wire fence. He was there, before her, hands on hips, demanding to know where the code books were. She denied knowledge and he demanded other information. She gave up nothing.
"I was a secretary. I typed thousands of letters, most were in code. I didn't know the keys. It was all gibberish. And the really top secret stuff was relayed by other means... short wave, for instance. Honest. I don't know anything."
As she protested, the hot snake of lust coiled in her snatch and she trembled. Her titties were hard heavy spheres. Her belly swollen now with lust that spilled into her vagina. The hair was slick with her passion oil. And the spasms spread, from her thighs into her pussy and beyond, making her titties jiggle.
Mush advanced, fists coiled, hatred turning his ugly face into a yellow pinched mask. She backed up. Her ass scraped the pyramid shaped teeth. She jumped, moved forward, her hand on the scratched cheek. And he grabbed her shoulders and flung her backward. Jesslyn stumbled, tried to catch herself and wailing she fell against the wire.
Daggers of light blinded her. Her back and buttocks recoiled. Heat knifed her asscheeks and upper thighs and the pussy hair and the few curled strands from under her ass were torn. Screaming, she tried to extricate herself, but only impaled herself deeper in the coiled trap. He ordered her to spread her thighs and she forced her legs open, the wire cutting and scratching, sending the agony into her soul.
He dropped his soiled pants and pulled down the shorts and, surprisingly, he was hung like a bull. The big prick slid along her upper thighs, separating the bush, delving through the tight lips, splintering her sore muscles, making her groan, cringe against the steel wire bed. He pushed deeper and she cried out, throwing her shoulders back, torn between the gouging pain in her ass and back, and the poker ripping into her snatch. She bawled, begged him to stop, not knowing for sure how she would feel if he retreated, extricated her from this painful bed of wire.
Mush fucked harder, faster and spilled sweat, and obscenities. He was getting his gun, thrusting harder, tearing her guts apart, then spurting the hot gushing fluid into the secret bruised parts of her snatch. As he tore in her yielding cunt she jerked her hips, unmindful of the pain at her backside as the strong desire swelled in her cunt. She slammed her belly up, matching his downward thrust. The pain was overwhelming but she kept fucking, even as the wire ripped her ass and back, and his prick tore into her pussy.
They matched the fervid rhythm, crested, the jizz exploding at the same time and then they eased back; crying, she struggled to get free. She couldn't. Too weak to break away from this agonizing trap, she lay back, sobbing softly.
Mush left her there the rest of the night.
The next morning he freed her and had the compound physician attend to her wounds.
A week later, when she was healed, he had her brought to him.
"You've mended well, the doctor tells me. Now we can talk?"
"I know nothing," Jesslyn whispered.
"Then," Mush sighed, weary of all this, "we must use stronger means to unlock that stubbornly padlocked brain." The sadist motioned, with a heavy hand, to a sentry in a corner. To the sentry, he said: "Take her to the room in the basement, in the rear."
Again, Jesslyn was dragged like a bag of dirty laundry past the rows of cells. Passing the cell where Lawson and his men were kept, she turned right; the door was double locked and the five bars covered a space a foot wide, a foot tall. She groaned, to get his attention; she didn't know why she did it... it was a reflex action which she wouldn't understand until much later.
The noise drew him to the opening. Their eyes met and in that instant the sympathy showed in his eyes. The guards jerked her away, dragged her the remaining twenty feet to a steel door at the far end of the corridor. The faint light turned the door a grayish green, and the light seemed to disappear in the impenetrable hulk. The guards halted, to be joined a moment later by Mush. He waved them aside, unlocked the door, pushed it open, keyed the wall light.
He pointed to a large, square, wood table with thick legs, in the middle of the room.
The room was bare. But an air of depravity threatened. It breathed from the sweating concrete walls, exuded from the cracks that criss-crossed the cement floor. It spilled from the pores of these anxious, tight-mouthed men.
The two guards dragged her to the table, lifted her, dropped her on her back. She was tied with the leather thongs tucked beneath the table's edge. Mush came over and he had in his hand a ball of steel wool. He dropped the ball in her cleavage and she flinched and gasped and the corporal leered.
"You enjoyed the barbed wire, our rough love bed. It was a bit stiff for me. But since you enjoyed it, I can only recreate the sensations." Jesslyn was shaking, babbling: "no, no" and tossing her head, her eyes full, tears forming, spilling down her cheeks. "Please," she breathed. "No more." But as Jesslyn said the words, an inner voice cried: more... I must have more... And she realized what she had become, but even knowing did not shock, did not make her afraid, only eager and anxious.
"Are you going to...?"
"No! I'll tell you nothing!"
Smirking, corporal Saito crushed the ball in his hand, eager now to begin.
Four
Musashi Saito hesitated, prolonging the dramatic pause between the threat and the act. While she twisted her legs and shoulders and pulled on the thongs, he lowered his hand over the left tit. Jesslyn cringed, eyes darting like a crazed animal. Musashi Saito crushed the ball in his hand. Satisfied it was stiff enough, he rubbed it lightly over her tit.
"Eeeeee..." Jesslyn threw her head back, eyelids fluttering, the dull scratching generating heat that swelled through the tit, engorging the nipple.
Saito rubbed harder, inching toward the nipple. The tit was full, swollen, dark red where the steel wool scratched. She screamed, an endless ululation. He rubbed harder. The ball was crusted now with dry skin. The nipple, so dark and taut with blood, thrust, reaching for the malleable mass that inched closer.
Jesslyn would go insane if the steel wool touched her sore tit-cap. She wouldn't be able to stand the pain, the endless echoes that would rip her tit apart. But it approached and she shrieked and tried to make her tit move out of the way. It was swollen, hard, a solid muscle covered with scratches and sweat.
The steel wool scraped the areola and the sensations raced. She groaned and the pleasure quickly became pain and then pleasure again. For her pussy surged and lust coiled in her snatch. The discomfort was dull at first but when the weapon brushed her nipple the pain became a tremendous thrusting thing, burgeoning rapidly, consuming her insides, turning her into a dizzy quivering mass.
He circled the nipple, coming ever closer to the nipple. The needles pricked the nipple and the shafts of sensation shot through her tit and spread through her belly, down to her cunt.
It was happening and Jesslyn couldn't help it. Her pussy was salivating. The constant throbbing intensified, threatened to consume her. She jerked her hips. The sharp pressure excited her clitoris, like a finger snapping the swollen member. Again Jesslyn jerked her hips, clenching her crotch as the steel ball was rubbed briskly over the nipple.
Jesslyn shouted: "Oh, please, don't tease me."
The ball of steel ground against the distended muscle. The tit, covered with goose flesh, lifted, collided with its member. Both titties rubbed softly and the steel ball passed from one to the other. She sobbed, tossed her head, bowed her shoulders in an attempt to withdraw from this sweet torture. But he would have none of that. Slapping her face, ordering her to remain still, the Japanese corporal dragged the steel wool down her cleavage and belly to her cunt.
Jesslyn churned her hips, her buttocks slapping the wood table, making wet sucking sounds as flesh and wood collided. The pressure in her pussy was building rapidly. She tried to hold out, to keep the pressure down, the cum back. But the desire rose like a geyser and, when he traced her labia with the ball in his hand, she bucked her pelvis, met his moving hand. The ball gouged at the sensitive lips, ripping through every nerve, across the innermost fibers, making the juices boil and surge and overflow. Her clitoris was full, about to spurt and he saw the juice on her thighs and pubic bush and he laughed, the victor at last, and briskly massaged her outer flesh.
But then as Jesslyn shuddered and tightened up and raised to his pressure, he wedged a hand between her thighs, pried her open, held her open and inserted the steel wool in her pussy. She hollered, her whole body was alive, singing, surging, her temperature soaring as the slit pressure increased. Her pussy closed on the intrusion and she held the ball in her puss and clamped down, bringing the ball in contact with her clitoris. He worked two fingers in her puss, just enough to grab onto the ball, and corkscrew it.
The ball tore and bruised. But Jesslyn didn't mind. All she felt was an inferno that roared through her vagina, setting off tiny fires that quickly spread.
Musashi Saito bore down, searing the flesh, sending kernels of pain along the narrow corridor. He corkscrewed his hand, back and forth, alternating the attack, trying to hurt, to tear, to inflict damage. All he did was send Jesslyn into paroxysms of delight. The ripping, scalding waves ignited her orgasm.
Shaking, whipping her pelvis, grunting and butt slapping the table, Jesslyn exploded, tightened up, gasped and relaxed. It was over, but he continued using the steel wool. She was unable to control her clitoris; she wouldn't have even if she could. For, she knew, he would stop doing it, if she showed too much pleasure. But there was no hiding the orgasms. Cum showered her thighs, covered her mound and lower belly. Her tits, so full and thrusting, rolled and slapped. Her belly lifted and lowered in the fuck spasms and her cunt clutched the weapon, greedily locked on the intrusion.
"No," Saito barked.
Stepping away from the table, he conferred with the two guards. She lay, quietly, whining, feeling the last spasms of passion slowly ebb.
Now what? More playing around or was he planning on using... what? What tools of terror would be brought into this room, and applied to her yielding body? How many ways were there to torture, tear a woman apart? Would this be her last fuck?
They must have reached a decision for Mush came over. The sentries exited and he undressed. Without a word he untied the thongs. Jesslyn tried to get up but he backhanded her into submission. Then he turned her over, tied her face down and massaged her plump but firm buttocks. A butt fucker's delight. So smooth they were even more desirable than the hairy cunt.
The Jap sadist squeezed her cheeks. Jesslyn growled her pleasure. He laughed but this time the tremors were obvious. He squatted, placing his weight on the cheeks and his prick lengthwise in her crease. She whimpered, childlike, as the block of iron pressed into her hot cheeks. The flesh folds parted as he pressed down. He rubbed the cheeks; the cock separated the meaty spheres. She cried out as the weight settled deeper, pushing the clenched flesh fist apart, threw down heat spasms that touched her asshole. She climaxed. A quick, sudden spurt that surprised rather than satisfied.
The corporal, feeling her spasms, drilled back and forth, touching closer with each pass. He bore down harder now as his balls tightened and the heat spread through his sac, through the shaft, clogging the veins with jizz. He plunged deeper, almost at the hole. She slammed her tits against the wood. Her nipples pulsated. Her belly quaked and the pressures built in her snatch.
He was so close! The pain was excruciating! He pulled back, almost out of her anus, then, grunting, he slammed forward. The bite stretched her asshole and the sudden pain nearly made her faint. But then he drew back and the pain subsided long enough for her orgasm to erupt. Timing the next assault with her orgasm, Mush lunged. The cockhead was imbedded in the steaming depths. Jesslyn recoiled as the thousand needles punctured her asshole. But, as he twisted and reamed, a familiar sensation took over.
Pleasure now invaded her cunt as his jizz invaded and further stretched her anus. The pleasure rapidly spread and she went limp as once again her orgasm spilled over.
Saito drilled her ass, sending her off over and over, before he grew tired and soft. "That was for me. Before they turn that lovely body into something not even the dogs would want to piss on."
"Do me again," Jesslyn whispered, her voice muffled against the table.
Saito came around, grabbing handfuls of hair, jerking her face up and bending over. Their eyes met. "Yes, my dear enemy, I will do it again, and again, once the code books are mine. And then, if you behave, you and I will do it over and over until your cunt is shredded. Now, before we get sexy again, tell me what I must know."
"But, I don't..."
Saito dropped her head; her chin struck the table. "Stupid, stupid..." He shook his head in dismay.
She lay quietly, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Before it did, the guards were back. She heard machinery squeak across the cement floor, the sound of switches thrown and the instant hum of a motor. She turned her head. Being wheeled over to the table was a machine about three feet high and three feet long. The cabinet was black and across the front was a row of five dials. Beneath the dials were switches and sprouting from the top of the machine were wires. Attached to each of the five wires were clamps.
"Turn her over," Mush said in a monotone. "Tie her securely."
The clamps were pulled apart. One was placed on the right tit, the other tit was also clamped. The cold metal bit and the abrasiveness tore through her nipples. Before she could enjoy this sensation the other clamps were affixed to her labia and the final clamp was inserted in her cunt and tightened on the clitoris.
Mush said nothing. When she was prepared, he gave an order and switches were thrown. Stinging, jarring currents surged. Jesslyn shuddered, eyes wide, lids fluttering. Her whole body was on fire! Her titties were being chewed. Her clitoris and cunt were being gouged.
The electricity ripped and snaked and surged until she was woozy, unable to breathe. Mush barked a second command and the power was increased. Her head snapped back. Her teeth rattled. Her lungs jammed. She urinated. The hot piss made the electrodes crackle and smoke and the shock she got was so strong she fainted. Quickly revived when the current was lowered, she gagged, begged for mercy, got none and the power was again raised. She was close to fainting; she was numb except in her cunt and titties. They were alive. They danced and the nipples swelled and blushed, the tremors cascaded down the sleek smooth contours of her tits, down through the big belly (making the muscles shudder) and along her thighs and through her cunt. Lust juice, then the orgasms, gouted, spurting in an unending stream, each burst stronger than the last. And with each climax the ecstasy soared, higher with each eruption. And she kept cumming... the power of the orgasm leaving her limp, fulfilled but hungry for more. Never had the pleasure been this intense, this all encompassing. Never had fucking been this brutal and, at the same, this overwhelming. She was dizzy from it, yearning for more. And each crackle of the electrodes lashed her tits and cunt and made that pleasure-pain thing more wonderful.
Her titties jumped, rolled like balloons in the wind. Her clitoris shuddered and exploded, shooting the cum down her thighs and knees, and over her stomach. All the while Mush chortled, dancing around, his prick tenting his pants. When he could stand it no more, he ripped off his clothes and signaled for the power to be cut. While the guards quickly yanked off the clamps he ran to the table.
Her sensitive flesh vibrated and she felt sick and her jaws ached and her skull felt punctured. The sight of him, running over, the big cock projecting, bobbing, the pre-cum glistening on the head, got her glands moving. Like weary old men they slowly responded.
But by the time he was there, on her belly, they had built to an agonizing, throbbing crescendo, a surging all encompassing tidal wave of orgasm. She shook all over, the fits of lust twisting and turning her hips, sending her fuck glands into lust spasms.
Jesslyn wanted it so badly she didn't give a shit who fucked her; friend or enemy it didn't matter. All that was important was the cock... the fuck.
The Jap spread her wide, gripping her ass in his calloused hands; holding her open he jammed his prick into her cunt without any preliminaries. The jarring intrusion sent rivets of hurt into her snatch and along her spine. His twisting and jamming furthered the excruciating pain but, at the same time, sent a counter-point of pleasure.
Jesslyn answered his hard thrusts with a pile driving slam of her hips and cunt. He imbedded his prick in her belly and turning back and forth gouged her snatch. She groaned and jerked and jammed upward, nearly throwing the small man off the table.
Locked together like enemies in combat, they fucked rapidly, vigorously. They tore at each other and their grunts and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh fell dully on the hard impassive cement walls, and the two guards who sat cross-legged on the cold cement, their eyes dull, their minds focused on other things to keep from thinking about what was happening on the table a few feet away.
Jesslyn and Mush, gritting their teeth, writhed, pounding each other, fighting to reach an orgasm, hating the other but needing the fuck. The Jap went off first. His sperm showered and scalded. She shivered as the hot seed kissed her sore cunt walls. Jerking her cunt, she ground her gland against his slamming cock. Jesslyn orgasmed as the brute-like prick jammed finally against her clitoris; the cock was buried in her cunt muscles. He jerked twice, making her cum again, and then pushed out. His retreat from the snug cunt made a hushed kissing sound.
She sighed and her tits did their dance. Now that it was over she wanted to sleep, to replenish herself. But he had other plans.
"Take her outside. And assemble the others."
It was dark and the humid jungle hunkered down on the tiny compound. From a distance cool wet breezes licked closer from the Yangtze on the north and Hangchow and Yu-p'an Bays on the south.
Jesslyn shuddered. It was cold and the air was full of bugs and the strange calls of the night animals sounds that she had never gotten used to. She had been in Shanghai for two years and there were sounds, especially at night, that startled and frightened her. Now she was here, on the edge of hell, and for the first time she was not frightened.
Mush bellowed a command and the compound lights, mounted under the eaves of the compound, flashed on. The brilliance knifed her head. She shut her eyes, then when they halted in the center of the field near where the two soldiers had been castrated, she squinted. The ground was slimy with their guts and the odor was like decomposing fish and cattle entrails. She bit her lips to keep from retching. The excitement coursed through her and she chewed harder. Whatever they had planned it had to be something special, for the men gathering a few yards away were quiet, expectant, waiting for an unknown horror to descend... something that would enflame them, horrify and satisfy them. Whatever it was she was waiting, too... a little afraid, and aroused. Waiting to be crucified, if need be, on this foul ground, by these hated, dreaded enemies. Whatever was awaiting her it would hurt, possibly destroy, but, at the same time, arouse in her the passion and give her the orgasm... that cosmic orgasm that might even send her into hell!
Mush snarled another command. Jesslyn was pushed to the ground and, as the stinking phlegm-like deposits beneath her back and buttocks, she was tied to stakes pounded into the ground for this special occasion. The leather bit her sweating wrists and ankles and the ground moved as she tried to adjust her position. The blood gouts slid and shifted and so did her back and shoulders. The still warm earth, retaining the last of the scorching day, invaded her pores and a few clots entered her rectum. She closed her ass instinctively and, with a grunt, contracted her ass muscles, drawing the clots up her ass and into her anus where they lodged, creating a sensual fullness. Tiny insects crawled along her thighs and became ensnared in her cunt hair and bit lightly at her labia, making Jesslyn shudder and groan. The bugs swirled around her belly and a few landed on her stomach and worked into her navel. The fullness there made her shudder and the light pressure in her belly was like a finger pressing, pressing all the way down into her snatch. But then the insects found her sweating titties and they chewed the supple surfaces and nipped at her tit tips, and she cried out, strained on the thongs, raised her butt and then slammed down, showering her buttocks with dirt.
Jesslyn's titties were afire with the insect bites and they seemed to swarm over her tits and cunt and under her ass; she was too much in agony to notice if they were on her face. She kept her eyes and mouth shut, grunting through clenched teeth as the attack was stepped up. The damp wind seemed to spread them over her sweating suppleness; like jelly smeared on hot bread, they slid across the heaving titties, churning belly and hips, writhing, throbbing, bucking cunt. But there was no end to the agony. The insects swarmed faster and the clouds of flying bugs became thicker and they descended on her body and chewed mercilessly, driving her nearly insane.
They were everywhere and now they found her pussy and were in there, too. They bit and stung and slowly crept deeper, spreading out, surging toward her clitoris. And as she shrieked, they found her gland and attacked it and consumed it and she erupted, a mighty burst that flooded her snatch and drowned the tormentors. But others followed, searching out the sweet nectar of her orgasm. And they found it, lapped it, consumed it, and stung her cunt until she nearly fainted. Only her intense desire kept her awake, awake to sample the perverse delights of this devil's camp.
Jesslyn's body was covered with the smarting, ravenous insects. Each bite, each sting triggered her orgasm and she went off over and over, gasping for air as she climaxed, fighting the myriad sensations rending her flesh.
Jesslyn was being eaten alive and the only thing that really mattered was the orgasm... the over and over churning surging throbbing eruptions that tore and scalded!
"Enough," Mush screamed. "She has had enough."
Cold water was thrown on her and then a syrupy sweet smelling substance and, miraculously, the tormentors were gone. She was wiped dry and the air around her was sprayed.
Then Musashi Saito advanced. "We have not heard any words from you, my dear," he hissed. "Are you now ready to tell me about those code books?"
"I know nothing," Jesslyn sobbed.
He squatted. "I will tell you why I need them. If I find them I will be promoted to the Kempai, our secret police. Cooperate, help me achieve this high honor and I will take you with me. I'm a bachelor and we who are unmarried for some reason travel first class. Maybe that is because we are willing to take risks, like my taking command of this stronghold, and therefore are well paid. Whatever the reason, I can afford you. If you cooperate. If you do not..." He shrugged. "You have ten seconds, my dear."
The time passed. She thought of nothing more than cocks, and electrodes and insects and the wonderful feeling of a deep and unending orgasm.
"Well, Miss O'Meara?"
To tell him what little she knew would bring this game to an end; and for her a certain death. By prolonging the game she prolonged her life, and kept the fucking going.
She remained silent. Mush barked an order. A deep rumbling from behind the compound reached her. Then a long thick shadow fell over her belly. She turned. Standing there, straining on a leash was a muzzled dog! He was long and wiry and his cock was extended, still growing along his underbelly. Whatever they had used to kill the bugs had given her an aroma that excited the animal. It strained and tore the dirt and jerked on the restraint, its back and shoulder muscles, strong and sleek, straining. The jaws were slick and dripping. The eyes, like yellow coals, shone, and were fixed on her supple smooth tits and belly and thighs, and finally the gaze locked on her shining, thick, black muff.
Like a heroine in a silent movie, Jesslyn's face twisted in horror and she opened her mouth, to scream, only the sound didn't come. Instead she tore at the restraints and the veins stood out on her neck and the fear pulsed all through her body. Her horror excited the animal, and the captors. As the dog growled, tail taut and extended, ears slicked back, jaw quivering, the Japs guffawed, and the trainer rubbed a hand over the animal's back and then along its belly. The Doberman jerked and chewed the muzzle... and its cock thickened.
She turned her head away, too horrified to look. Her mind, though, kept working: this would be the end... the final fuck... when the animal was done she would be shredded. There was nothing she could do to save herself; in some distant cosmic brain her fate had been ordained and this would be the end of it. All she could do now was pray for a speedy, merciful end. Maybe she would faint before the animal tore her too badly. That was some small comfort.
The muzzle was removed. The mastiff showed clean sharp teeth. The leash was loosened and the animal struggled for freedom. The trainer order the beast to heel and the animal obeyed. The Jap coated his palm with an ointment and, ordering the animal over on its side, rubbed the grease along the cock. At the man's touch the Doberman began to cum. Jesslyn heard the almost human grunts and whines and, recognizing the sound of orgasm, she turned. His cum was almost like a man's! Thick and gouty and more opaque. And she imagined all that cum in her cunt.
"Ooohhh..." Jesslyn's glands were surging, and she almost tasted the orgasm.
The ointment was smeared over the dog's prick; its hard-on was bigger and stone-like. It would remain that way for hours. The Jap barked an order and the Doberman stood. Its prick was a fat cylinder tipped by a bright red sponge. To Jesslyn it was the most frightening, threatening thing she had ever seen. As the animal advanced, head and shoulders down, tail extended, the prick bobbed and slapped its underbelly and seemed to grow thicker and longer. She howled and the animal's throaty noises added the counterpoint. It was so close now she smelled its humid, fermy stench, the stink of its organ and sweating glands. Jesslyn cried out, writhed, struggled to get free and as she helplessly fought the restraints the Jap soldiers guffawed, nudged each other, hurled untranslatable epithets at her, derided her for being the enemy and stupid enough to be their enemy. For they blamed her for being here; she couldn't know that one of the reasons they hadn't left this jungle was because of her reticence and their leader's greed.
The animal halted a few feet away, to sniff the air, testing her musky animal sweat. The guards threw dirt clots at the dog to spur him on. Growling, the beast advanced. Its prick seemed to swell and nearly cover the underbelly. Jesslyn's eyes widened at the size of the cock and the fact it was still growing. And the animal's penis continued growing, giving off a strong scent, like garlic or garbage, or a mix of both.
The huge dog padded between her spread legs, its dripping, cratered nostrils exploring the rippling, goose fleshed thighs, the snout moving slowly closer to her pussy. Jesslyn whipped her hips, trying to retard his advance, to somehow frighten this fearsome beast. But the gyrations only encouraged the animal. His prick continued to grow as his long, thick tongue flicked over her thighs. She squealed, head thrown back, throat working on the jagged monosyllables of terror. The animal splashed saliva over Jesslyn's alabaster smooth thighs. The screams became an endless ululation as the beast dropped its head and the tongue flicked over her mound, carefully exploring, touching every hairy inch of that thrusting hump. The tongue, like a lover's soothing hand, patted the rounded, furred hump and then, like a lover, the animal pushed the labia apart with its snout and his tongue flicked along the inside slit of her cunt.
Jesslyn's screams of fear became gurgles of lust as the thick, stroking tongue bathed her cunt, leaving lathers of saliva along the inner cunt walls. And then that big tongue touched her clitoris and the orgasm, already throbbing there, began to discharge and the dog jerked back and her cunt contracted and the tiny gland shot thick orgasm deposits on the animal's tongue. As the tongue leisurely explored, her cunt contracted on the slithering intrusion and the mastiff lightly pawed her thighs and buried his mammoth head between her thighs and all the while he tongued her cunt she writhed and wailed and ground her hips, driving Jesslyn's cunt against that relentless probing mouth.
His teeth raked her labia and the sensation, deep and rending, only added to her excruciating pleasure. Then the Jap sadist snarled a command and the tongue came out and the beast inched across her big body, rubbing its furry belly on her smooth plumpness, making her babble and shudder and lift her cunt toward the approaching cock.
The cock pushed her thighs wider and Jesslyn gasped, wondering how huge that prick must be! The head touched her tight slit and she groaned for she knew, by the size of the head, that she would never be able to accommodate that huge member! Even the head was too big to get in her pussy lips!
"No... oh, please... call him off... oh... I'll tell you anything..."
But the evil enemy was too enthralled to relent now. If she survived the fuck then maybe they would accede to her surrender. But for now all the Japs wanted to do was watch, empathize, enjoy vicariously this bestiality.
The mastiff, more skilled in ways of fucking than most young men, worked his hips, moving the cock head up and down along her cunt crease; the lips pulled back then and the lust oil gushed and slowly, as Jesslyn raised up, spread her legs wider, the fuck began... the prick gradually entered her hole as the woman's vagina expanded and she took the dog's cock, slowly, groaning, eyelids fluttered, pulses leaping in her belly, pain spasming her cunt. And with the pain came that evil snake of desire, of pleasure... a feeling as familiar now as the need for food and water. For this, too, was sustenance... what she needed to live. Mainlined on the bizarre fuck, she was hooked now and forever, for however long she lived.
The dog's rod probed, touching as much of Jesslyn's tight slit as his massive weapon could. She shrieked with each skilled probe. He had been meticulously trained in fucking. The dog knew exactly how to touch a woman, make a woman respond. He used his skill to excite Jesslyn, drive her to the peaks of desire. She rapidly jerked her hips, her cunt bearing down on the huge erection.
Her clitoris was crushed against this flesh boulder and the dog sensed the tiny gland and began humping steadily. Jesslyn orgasmed powerfully. She couldn't contain the lust. It burned and swelled and then burst. It flowed, then overflowed, drenching the hairy animal prick and her hairy mound, showering her thighs and his belly. And still the dog fucked, for he didn't know that she had reached her orgasm. He kept fucking and Jesslyn climaxed again, and again, and still he fucked, for a dog can retain his jizz longer than a man.
But when she rolled that lovely belly and clenched those strong wonderful thighs and tightened that already snug cunt, the dog's orgasm spurted and the force of impact flung Jesslyn back, made her asscheeks dance and slide along the come heaped dirt. The dust rose and their animal grunts spiraled and reverberated throughout the compound. Her shrieks of pleasure incensed and aroused the Japs. As her screams intensified and her groans became incensed, it aroused the Japs more and more as her screams intensified and became interspersed with her bellows, they shuffled around, nervous, sexually aroused. For Jesslyn was the only woman in camp, the only woman still alive for them in this once overcrowded city... the largest city in eastern China. But now these healthy young men only had their dreams for company... dreams that would torture them, prevent restful sleep, turn them into a regiment of second rate warriors... soldiers with slowed, sex starved reflexes.
Musashi Saito thought it over while the dog plunged his cock into Jesslyn's cunt one last time then retreated on command.
"Clean her up. Then fuck her as often as you want. When you finish with her, then send her to me. With the right answers," he said, flinging the words at her.
Chapter Five
The cleaning up took five minutes. Two guards carried her around back to an outdoor shower stall, turned on the cold water and while she danced and squealed, they stripped, crowded beside her and with their foul breaths fanning her face, they scrubbed her down with coarse bristled brushes, the kind used to clean floors. By the time they were finished her skin was red and, in some places, raw. Her titties and ass-cheeks glowed and pulsations, caused by the brisk massage, pooled in her snatch. They dried her with dirty rags, probably used to clean their rifles, judging from the smell. The stink clung to her skin but the yellow soldiers didn't seem to mind.
They carried her back to the compound, found a clean yard of ground near the building and dumped her there. The two guards that had showered with her stood over her. Their cocks were distended and stood up, pale, slim sheaths, with glowing tips. They were to be the first. While their comrades formed a semi-circle, one short burly guard fell on her and once again Jesslyn was smothered by hard muscled male flesh.
He got her on her side and while he fondled and squeezed her titties he got behind her and, pressing her ass with his prick, he rubbed up and down, making her strong asscheeks wiggle. Jesslyn whimpered and churned and he giggled while his cock plundered her yielding ass flesh, while his hand squeezed her titties and shoulders.
He smothered her, all right. Smothered and aroused her at the same time. Like before her cunt opened and got wet and her thighs flexed and she raised her cunt to take his probing hand. The fingers pierced her slit, shoving aside the labia, moving deeper as he skillfully penetrated and moved closer to the back of her pussy.
His cock pried open her ass and the crinkly pubic hair scratched tantalizingly at her smooth buttocks. Jesslyn rolled her hips, made her buttocks close on the advancing prick. Two stiff hot wedges pierced her body, filled her cunt and ass, burned deep and made her nerves jump and tingle. The gradual rhythm spasmed clear through her ass and belly while the forward advance tore into her cunt. She felt the jarring thrusts in her throat. The pleasure-pressures excited her, made her move faster, made her writhe and sob and squeal and shake her big hips and slap her titties together, turn her body into an eager, hungry fucking machine.
He thrashed her ass and cunt and while he assailed both holes, she responded, thrusting her hips forward then backward, grinding her pelvis constantly, another guard, slim and tall, seized her titties, and thumbed and pinched and pulled on the globes while he shoved her jaws apart with his cock. Her jaws dropped. Whining, then growling, Jesslyn's tongue flashed, catching the prickhead, wrapping her tongue around the shaft, pulling him closer, into her mouth. He was small but his quick stroking wedged her jaws apart, and it stung the back of her throat. Jesslyn gagged but swallowed, catching his spurting load.
While she suckled, her hips and ass delivered pile driving thrusts and her two fuckers responded with equally rapid strokes. They clung together, a humid flesh sandwich. She wiggled and snorted, overcome with lust, hungry for this pounding fucking ecstasy. But no matter how rapidly she jerked, the cocks didn't seem to satisfy. They weren't big enough, brutal enough. After the dog no man would ever be big or brutal enough.
Jesslyn whimpered, closing on the cocks. Her tongue thrashing and her cheeks dragging on the prick, her cunt clasped and locked while her anus clutched. They were in as far as they could go but that wasn't good enough. She wanted more, had to have more.
They flailed her, orgasmed almost at the same time. The hot fluid up her ass and down her throat filled her mouth and anus and spurted down her tonsils and over her creamy hind cheeks. Jesslyn slithered on the thick deposits, and waited for the explosion in her pussy that would trigger her orgasm.
Her plump ass rubbed the Jap raw, and he groaned as her tightly locked cunt bruised his fingers. She was chewing, grinding her jaws on the prick in her mouth and the man yelped and struggled to be free. Their discomfort aroused in her another, new emotion... conquest! Using her body to overwhelm, dominate and, yes, defeat these wiry yellow fuckers aroused a blood lust.
Jesslyn ground her jaws tightly. The man screamed when the teeth tore skin, pulled and raked the exposed veins. As her mouth filled with blood and her captor's prick shuddered and he screamed and struggled, her orgasm went off. She flooded the other one and his cock slid free. He slapped her titties but the bursting pain wasn't strong enough to make her open her mouth.
Jesslyn was aware now of movement around her, shadows flickering over her pale supple flesh. She was aware, too, of the piled army pants close by. Still holding the man in her teeth, the blood squirting between her teeth, over her lips, down her throat, she reached for the pile, found something ribbed, cold and hard. A firm grip on the side arm she judged distance and then jerked her arm up. The side arm was aimed at her enemy. She fired once and the one that had fucked her in the cunt was flung backward, surprise on his ugly face, spurts of blood, from the gaping chest wound, spilling down his lean belly and over his sagging cock. He toppled against his comrades and the semi circular formation seemed to cave in under the fallen weight.
Still holding her bleeding prisoner by her jaws, she flinched and tried to ignore the slamming on her shoulders and head. The Jap behind her was still hard and trapped in her humid asshole. A moment longer for retribution and then they could butcher her if they wanted.
The slanty-eyed enemy waved his arms and kicked at her but each violent move only tore more of his prick. Like a chastity belt her teeth were rigid on the shriveling, ripped cock. Jesslyn turned the weapon, an awkward gesture that hurt her wrist and fingers and nearly made her drop the weapon. But she got it positioned the way she wanted it. Reaching, tilting the muzzle up and in, she dug her other hand into his balls, pulling him closer. He came down hard on her shoulders, his knees knocking her backward. But she took him with her and they only made the pain more in tense; he screamed, wailed a prayer in Japanese. His comrades were tense, waiting for her to drop the side arm so they could rush her. But she held tightly to the weapon, turning the muzzle inward.
His buttocks quivered when the cold muzzle and hot maw brushed him. He bawled, a child afraid of the dark all of a sudden. Jesslyn wedged the maw into his ass and his cheeks slapped and slid over the thick intrusion. He was screaming now, a feverish, pitiful yarp of pain, of fear... the sound of a soul about to topple into the burning pits of Hell.
Jesslyn locked her finger on the trigger guard, then on the trigger itself. She paused, to enjoy this sudden turnabout, this new emotion. Yes, they had turned her into an animal and now this animal was about to spring, to recover some of the self respect they had taken away. She was about to taste the sweet fruit of vengeance and since this would probably be the last thing she would taste on this earth, she savored it, enjoyed it, let it linger a moment more.
Meantime, there was noise behind her, coming from the compound building. Voices, guttural, hushed, and the shrill castrato cry of the man in her mouth. He was flailing on the side arm, his ass impaled on the thick steel. He struggled, begged, flung his arms, beat at her with his knees. But he was trapped and she slowly squeezed the trigger.
The boom was slightly muffled by his intestines. The sting went up her arm. The stench of cordite and torn flesh smote her nostrils. He screamed and the hoarse taut cries were submerged in a wet gurgle. Blood gushed from his anus, drenching her arm. Jesslyn jerked the gun close to her; the weapon was wet but still serviceable. He fell, a heavy lump, beside her. Blood spurted from his mouth, asshole, prickhead and belly button. His limbs beat wildly, flailed the ground, shot dirt clots against her, brought up curtains of dust. The stink of his bloody, rent bowels swirled as a sudden burst of cool, damp jungle wind came up, almost as if some unknown all seeing force wanted to flush the air of this perverted carnage.
The Jap beat the ground with his bloodied torn body. The smoke of the piece drifted from his anus and out his gaping mouth, bloody, glazed eyes, twitching lids. Jesslyn saw all this out of the corner of her eye as she swung the piece toward the horrified young warriors. They took one more step but then she fired and they fell back and scattered, going for their weapons. The weapons were drawn but she was firing rapidly, the grip bucking in her painfully numb hand. Jesslyn hit three of the soldiers and they went down in a twisting, kicking heap. She kept squeezing the trigger, not aiming, only scatter-shooting... spraying the area. Two more went down and the hammer clicked on the empty chamber. She continued jerking the trigger, too numb now to hear the clicks of the hammer on the discharged chamber.
They moved in, swarming over her, kicking at her body. And she rolled, dodged, snarled obscenities.
"Trap her. Do not kill her." The command came from Corporal Saito.
Jesslyn kicked one man in the balls and he fell, creating an opening. She was on her feet, alive, fighting. She plunged through them, breaking away twice as she sprinted toward the barbed wire, and the freedom beyond. The dark jungle beckoned and she had to respond.
"Stop her... stop her..." The Jap sadist's screams pierced the velvety night.
Jesslyn sprinted toward the wire. Her titties and buttocks danced and slapped and whispered, a provocative response to the myriad soft cries of the beckoning jungle.
Jesslyn sidestepped two of the advance guards, kicking their legs as she reached the wire. She grabbed a solid wood post. Bracing her right foot against the post she reared back and quickly climbed. Leaning backward her body was a safe distance from the clawing barrier. Only the soles of her feet touched the splintered wood fibers. A hand reached; the rush of fingers descending created a breeze that raised goose flesh and the hackles. On reflex she lashed back, her fist striking an arm. A momentary deflection, time enough to scale the post, vault over. As Jesslyn cleared the other side, the smooth, triangular teeth closed, like a jaw on the last morsel, slicing zig-zags of flesh. The thin red wounds became fat columns of heat that rammed through her pussy. She cringed, dropped into a squat, quivered as the pain welled in her cunt. She couldn't stop, didn't dare attend to the rage of lust in her snatch. Running, her ripe flesh jiggling, dancing, the white suppleness shimmered in the pale moon that appeared between layered clouds. And she stumbled, approaching the myriad eyes glaring in the bowels of that verdant greenery. She didn't stop, couldn't slow. For, directly behind, was the search party. And the distance between them was rapidly diminishing.
Jesslyn tore through the tightly clenched foliage. Like reluctant lovers embracing, the foliage refused to give. She threw herself against the barrier and the squatty bushes and tangled vines lashed her titties and ass and the light whipping furthered her passion.
Jesslyn lunged again; the enemy was so close she smelled their sweat. The vines gave enough for her to crawl over and, beyond, the tiny eyes that had curiously watched her, now scampered away, frightened by this tall, ripe, white skinned Amazon. The tiny animals left their waste strewn over the rough ground. Jesslyn slipped, stumbled, recovered and rushed on. The deeper she penetrated the thicker the jungle growth. Her titties were plastered in a taut, strong, wet and humid embrace. The damp lashing assailed her torn asscheeks and the kiss was like salt being thrown in a wound. The reaction was a shivery, forceful, penetrating thing that made her yelp.
They must have heard! Where could she hide?
A slender tree up ahead provided refuge. Strong legs locked on the rough bark, the wet moss and mold smeared her calves and thighs but still she climbed. Her pussy rubbed the jagged surface. Bark scraped free, wet, slimy, fragile chunks imbedded in her pubic thicket. As she clung to the solid, inanimate lover her enemy descended. Jesslyn climbed faster, her cunt grinding against the trunk. The vibrations excited her clitoris. Then more bark penetrated that tight slit and wedged against her gland and the rapid climbing further imbedded the bark, crushing the scraps against the gland, and the humid mass became a small fist, punching her clitoris over and over; with each surging, upward movement of her hips the fist slammed unmercifully and her clitoris overflowed, tossing the mass all through her cunt. But, because of the clenched cunt muscles the mass ended up against her clitoris. And she clung tightly to it, getting her orgasm each time she gained a foothold on the slippery rough surface.
Higher she climbed and, when her enemies reached the fist of foliage, she was at the top of the tree, secure in a bowl of branches thick with leaves, some twenty five feet above the Japs. Foliage blocked their view, also blocked their forward progress.
"She couldn't have penetrated this thicket," Corporal Saito bellowed, aching for the rape. "She must be somewhere close by. Search, you fuckers of the rising sun, search!"
Moments of freedom were all she had. She was trapped up here. There was no where to run to, no where to leap to. She might be able to crawl, monkey style, from this tree to the adjoining tree but the limbs looked fragile, undependable. And she wasn't a monkey; she wasn't tough enough to climb indefinitely. So all she could do was hunker up here, with her legs drawn up, the kneecaps flattening her titties. Before long they would smell her sweat, and her orgasm.
The cum was a heavy wedge. It had to be relieved!
Jesslyn opened her crotch. The thick hair curls brushed a sharp edged bark chunk. Well, why not? She broke the bark loose and opening as wide as she could, she pushed the inanimate "lover" in her puss, cork-screwing the rough angled bark through her dripping snatch, prolonging the passion, keeping the chunk away from her clit for as long as she could.
Her hand working, she sat straight, eyes shut, lips parted, tongue darting along her lower lip. Images flickered in her mind, feverish shapes that kindled the blaze in her vagina, and all her nerves reacted to the images, and she ground the bark deeper, faster, her wrist aching when she increased the pressure. Faster and faster now, and she raised her ass and whipped her pelvis and as her orgasm bubbled, she locked her writhing cunt muscles on the bark and lay on her side in the branch bowl and then turned over on her face, her ass working back and forth in and out, aimed at the leaves above her; the leaves lightly massaged her heaving asscheeks as she rubbed her titties against the sharp, humid bowl bottom beneath her shoulders. And her big solid buttocks pounded together as her climax built once more and then she tightened up, gasping, as the eruption stung her sore pussy, splattered her thighs and smeared her cunt hair to her throbbing mound. And, because she was so close to capture and death, Jesslyn stretched full length in the crowded area, pulled apart her pussy and grinding her cunt muscles, she bruised her clitoris on the spiky, bark-strewn, branch bowl. And she chewed her lip to keep from screaming her delight, and she crushed her titties in her palms and gouged the full muscles with her fingernails, and the delight that snaked and lashed her cunt rose to encompass her entire body and if she never fucked again this bizarre coupling of her cunt and this ancient tree would suffice. She tried to bring her clit up but a familiar hiss stole her passion.
"Get the bitch down. Now."
Jesslyn let them pluck her from the bowl and didn't resist when the Jap kicked her legs out from under her and produced a riding crop and, without a preliminary monologue, he whipped her ass. Each snorting assault made her ass recoil, made jagged heat singe her pussy. She whimpered as the birching continued, over and over, stinging, slapping, tearing at the supple buttocks until her cheeks were branded with the riding crop's imprint. Then, when Musashi Saito's arm tired, he grabbed handfuls of foliage, singling out the drier strands and shoved them between her cheeks. The sudden forceful intrusion made her wince and she whined and rubbed her belly and tits on the damp, insect covered ground. The tiny ants and other insects crawled over her damp ripe flesh and chewed at her, raising her passion. She was so engrossed she failed to feel the fists of foliage stuffed up her ass. Crushed dry brush protruded from her ass, spread over the lower slopes from the narrow crease. Then the snap of a long match against the Jap's fingernail. The stink of sulpher then the approach of heat. Then the crackle of dry brush. And the rapid spread of heat, warming her bottom almost like the gentle warm hands of a gentle lover. But rapidly the heat spread and the singe of burning flesh assailed the air.
Her ass was literally on fire!
Jesslyn screamed as the pain crept closer, invading her asshole, incinerating her cunt and she writhed and babbled and wailed and the cries were not only the yelp of pain but also the outcry of passion fulfilled. She was cumming in waves and the fire licked across her fat solid buttcheeks, singeing, branding, arousing her passion. And her pussy bucked and spewed and the outpourings drenched the ground, flushed away the insects in her pussy and on her thighs and trapped in the luxuriant pussy bush.
The inferno raged uncontrolled and the enemy laughed and watched her agony, not knowing that part of the agony was caused by the pressure of still to be released orgasm. She beat the ground as the insects beneath her tits and belly scattered and she sent up clots of dust and coated her ripe flesh with the dust and rubbed her cunt briskly on the ground even as her pussy erupted over and over and her ass blackened and the heat burned all through her sensitive ass walls and when the coals dropped into her anus she bellowed, reared up, slammed her titties and belly on the ground and the dust was flung over her and the enemy. She sobbed and writhed weakly and begged for relief, not from the fire but from the trapped orgasm.
The Jap corporal quickly tired of the sport and, as the blaze flickered, he unzipped his fly and ordered his flunkies to do likewise and they urinated on her back and buttocks and some of the foul liquid gushed into her anus and smote her buttocks, and the fire was snuffed.
"Now we take her back to her people and let them convince her." Saito wanted to tear her flesh. But not until he had the information.
Through the barbed wire gate and across the dusty waste flecked compound and through the door, down into the cool dampness. Her body weakened by the ordeal bounced meekly on the cold cement. Then down and across the roachy cement floor to the cell door. Her thighs and legs crushed the bugs and the waving antennae tickled her skin.
Jesslyn was beat now, too worn down to resist or even care when the door of cell number five was opened, and then closed behind her.
Brad Lawson's voice was tight, pinched. He was beside her, whispering. And, as Jesslyn passed out, she thought she heard the whisper of love words
Chapter Six
The first thing Jesslyn heard was the steady gush of wind through the narrow window. Then, as consciousness took hold, the heavy breathing nearby. Then she shivered and a voice spoke.
"Are you alert enough to know what I'm saying?" Brad Lawson's heavy basso hurt her ears, and she made a feeble waving gesture.
Her hand brushed his thick chest. The hairy pectorals were capped with tiny nipples. They flared, almost womanlike, at her touch and her hand lingered.
"Yes." She lightly stroked the strong virile muscles, and the fingers caught on the curled hair.
"The Jap bastard laid down the law," Lawson whispered. His hand brushed the long silky jet strands from her cheek. Her skin warmed to his touch and the warmth communicated to his groin. As tired as he was he still could raise a hard on and right now that's what was sprouting. He cleared his throat and, determined to get it all said, he continued. "The Jap wants some secret papers your chief had in his possession before the British got suckered, and threw this island over. The Jap says you know where the papers are. If you don't tell him we'll all be killed." She started to protest but he cut her off. "I had a plan worked out; it began in my head as soon as I knew there was a woman prisoner here. I also knew the kind of sick mind Mush had. He likes women and he likes 'em to suffer. I put you through all that hell to condition you, toughen you up, make you strong enough to submit to his torture without breaking." He touched the bruised shoulders, the sweating titties. "I don't know if the conditioning took. Did you break?"
Jesslyn began to move her hips, groan through half closed lips, see his burgeoning prick through heavy lidded eyes. Yes, Jesslyn thought. The conditioning "took." Only because she was about half animal after the nips laid a lash on her and raped her half-to-death. Only she hadn't realized what she was becoming; it took those slanty-eyed sons of bitches to awaken her up. As Jesslyn rolled against him, feeling his big prick flat against her stomach, she wondered what his plan had been. Time later for that. Right now his cock was crushing her belly and the globe sized head was squirting pre-cum on her sternum and cleavage.
Jesslyn scooted lower, positioning her mouth against his cockhead. Rubbing his shaft between her palms she licked the cockhead. He shuddered, reacting like she figured he would. She dropped her lips on the slit, the tongue sliding over the sponge, the teeth lightly chewing. He grunted and the cock thickened and her jaws were spread wide. She lightly kissed and when more pre-cum spurted she made soft, crying sounds. Pulses went off in her chest and belly and her tits slapped lightly and her stomach quivered, and the churning began in her pussy. She drank in the salty light fluid; soon enough her throat would be drenched but, right now, all that coated her teeth was the pre-cum. She ran her tongue-tip along the big veins, taking more of the shaft in her mouth as she licked closer to his thicket of hair, and the big heavy ball-sack.
Lawson held her head to his groin and rolled backward, pulling her on top. Her titties dropped against his legs and her head tossed as she buried his shaft in her wet mouth. She tongue-lashed and suckled and teethed, and the first spurts began.
Jesslyn caught the opaque pearls at the back of her throat, swallowed the sour stinging juice and her throat burned and the heat in her belly rose to consume the next gouts.
Jesslyn suckled with more rapid movements, coaxing the cum faster. He was rolling back and forth in short arcs; her hot breath fanned over his balls and belly. The fire in his cock scalded his balls and the pain, excruciating, wonderful, sent shivers through his testes. And she thrashed his shaft with her heavy, curled tongue. The rapture he felt was telegraphed to her and the surging force in her pussy grew stronger, more violent. Her clitoris seemed to swell, fill her cunt and the pain of her orgasm made her dizzy, and the pounding in her snatch grew stronger, the pulsations more rapid. She was no longer able to hold back. She had to go off!
Still sucking without missing a beat, Jesslyn plunged two stiff fingers into her cunt and, grunting and flinching as the sharp-nailed intrusion tore her succulence, she twisted the fingers, massaging and bruising all the muscles, saving that last stroke for the throbbing gland. Her orgasm boiled and seethed but still she played the game of "hands off", saving the best for last.
While Jesslyn explored and massaged she sucked and chewed and tongue thrashed and he began to go off, dumping gouts of jizz on her tongue. The torrents squirted between her teeth and showered her throat and the big prick stretched her aching, yielding jaws.
And still Jesslyn sucked while she fucked her cunt. The fingers probed and scratched and the gland continued to pulsate. Not much longer now... she couldn't hold it back much longer. He was cumming faster and that meant he was about finished. She wanted to save her orgasm so they would end together, separate when they were both finished.
His cock quivered; the shaft vibrated with the massive pulsations. Not much longer now...
Jesslyn jammed her fingers to her clit and the response was electrifying. Like daggers suddenly buried in her sensitive flesh, the nails rent her clitoris and the orgasm exploded. Massive, breath-stopping spasms racked her pussy and she tightened up and ground her hips and jerked rapidly as the orgasm inundated her cupped hand.
They orgasmed, reached the crest, then slowly, reluctantly descended. When they separated, Lawson said: "I have to tell you I didn't mean to hurt you before. You were part of the plan. Our escape plan. Here's the rest."
"No," and Jesslyn's voice clattered. "I don't want words. I want to be fucked. The words can come later, after I do."
Jesslyn hand-stroked his cock; Lawson didn't respond at first but, as she hand pumped, his pecker rose in her palm and she sighed and whispered: "That's a boy... that's a very good boy... be nice to me, nice boy... fuck me good... love me a little and I'll do whatever you want me to do...
And Lawson hardened fast and they embraced and she kept pumping his cock, to keep it up. And when he was fully extended she spread wide on the floor and smiling wistfully, almost shyly, she raised her legs and he came down between those strong silvery columns, and they linked together. He slowly pierced her snug slit and she groaned and raised her ass and belly and wiggled rapidly, adjusting to his big prick.
Lawson burrowed deeper, and each time he advanced, his cock hit Jesslyn's clitoris and she orgasmed. When her hot cream drenched his shaft he went off, too, and they rolled against each other, doing a quick fuck dance that speeded the climax.
His cock imbedded in her cunt, Jesslyn tightened her cunt, strangling the massive shaft. His jizz burned all through her vagina and she felt the staccato pounding up into her belly. Her ass tightened and raised off the floor and she slammed against him, tearing that monster shaft in her clenched cunt-fist.
They tightened up, almost stopping, then began again and this time the rhythm was faster, the flailing harder, more intense. And the orgasm was stronger for them both.
Brad fell away, kissing her, oblivious to his men. She relaxed in his embrace. She was satisfied, and yet... Sexually, Jesslyn was drained. But that inner, new found hunger was yet to be appeased. And there was no one here that had the technique she needed. The enemy had the tools, though. In the corner.
Jesslyn penetrated the shadowy corner, fearful, expectant, not knowing to what depths of degradation she could sink to and still survive with her sanity intact.
Jesslyn found, in the first corner she came to, the object that she wanted. Thomas came over, nodding and winking at Sloan and Lawson.
"I think our little freak has discovered the kind of kick that she needs." He cupped her goose-fleshed ass. "Ain't that about right?"
Jesslyn was shaking so hard the pulsations rippled her vocal chords and all she could do was whimper. Sloan ordered her down on her knees and she groaned as she got down, arms stretched toward the wall, ass raised toward Thomas.
"Come on, love, get your fat little body closer to the wall." Her jerked her wrists, raised them to the block of wood. Affixed to the wood were two chains and dangling from the chains were two wrist manacles. The cool breeze smote her quivering, sweating ass-cheeks and her back muscles rippled. The heat was already building in her pussy and the taut feeling in her clit and titties was becoming almost too excruciating.
Jesslyn's nipples grew larger, reddening, thicker and her clitoris swelled and she whipped her belly and drove her cunt down toward the floor. Thomas ordered her to slow down so he could mount her and he smirked when she ignored his command.
"When I give an order I want it obeyed." And he extended his fingers and held them tight and swung his wrist. The open palm and clenched fingers came down hard on her exposed ass and the impact slammed her head against the wall. She screamed and Thomas laughed and pebbles of spittle dripped from the corners of his mouth. He swung his hand again and, again, her head cracked against the cement. Through the bright haze and numbing recoil Jesslyn felt the splinters of pain spread across her broad buttocks. Her hips jerked and she dimly felt the vibrations in her pussy. All she felt were the cunt muscles tightening and the dampness of the floor on her dangling titties. Again and again he spanked her ass and each time the pain, like a rock wedge, rammed her cunt. Her clitoris was swollen and the sensitive nerves of her cunt tingled and vibrated and she tightened her crotch and swung her ass and Thomas beat her buttocks until they were solid red and the welts were beginning. Then, his cock erect, he squatted down and truncheoned her narrow ass-crease. Jesslyn screamed when the cocktip bit the outer ass flesh. Then she wailed as Thomas brutally rammed into the tight hole.
He could never get all of that big prick in her asshole! He couldn't. She was too tight and yet as he burrowed, the muscles spread and her sphincter tingled and tightened and her bowels surged and made dreadful noises as he pushed deeper. Thomas guffawed at her humiliation and discomfort, and drove his prick deeper.
Jesslyn's anus was moist and he pummeled the tiny hole, stretching it wider, causing her greater pain and as she whimpered her titties hardened and her belly quaked. Thomas rammed ahead, splitting the anus wider and penetrated her bowels. Jesslyn screamed and Lawson told Thomas to ease up. But Thomas paid Lawson no attention. The brute was too immersed in this bizarre act of lust to notice anything, save the snugness of the hole he invaded, and the quaking of the solid muscles surrounding his shaft.
Thomas slammed ahead and began shooting his cum into her bowels. She yelped and strained against the manacles, trying to flee from this unceasing pain. And he continued pushing that awesome block of muscle into her asshole, pushing deep then pulling out in a rapid stroking movement. As he sawed her asshole his jizz pummeled her intestines and she felt the discomfort in her belly. She pressed her shoulders to the floor and the rough cement hurt her titties. But this discomfort didn't deter Jesslyn's rocking movements.
For she had to feel the cement against her damp, swollen tits. The cement excited her nipples and, at the same time, eased some of the discomfort in those sensitive peaks. The cement acted like a man's teeth on her nipples and partially detracted from the pain in her bowels.
Thomas thrashed her asshole soundly, using just enough strength to give the maximum amount of pain but he saved some of his strength for later. He had planned one final little trick and then he would be able to sleep.
Thomas was cumming faster now. She clenched her thighs together and rubbed her cunt muscles, trapping her clitoris. As he went off, her orgasm started and to further intensify her pleasure she rubbed her titties faster on the cement. The gnarled blocks scraped and scratched her thrusting swollen nipples and the strong pounding cock in her ass gave her the right amount of pain. She had reached that plateau where pain and pleasure mingled and became a unified sensation. The clitoris filled and then burst and as the cum spilled down her thighs and spurted under her lower cunt slope and onto her asscheeks. Thomas lunged deeper, imbedding his cock all the way to the base of the shaft. With his balls bouncing on her lower butt slope he slammed with staccato pistonings. The cockhead split the sphincter and the jizz bathed her intestines. With each eruption, her belly filled and she had to take shallow breaths to keep from choking.
Jesslyn was dizzy once more and the cold cement kissed her sore nipples. But her hips and ass moved with a rhythm all their own, and her cunt spilled orgasm until she was breathless, weak and sweat drenched. One final thrust of her hips and they climaxed one last time. But the beating and the butt fuck, like before, increased her longing.
His face contorted, he bucked against her downward slide and blew the last of his cum clear up into her belly.
"I suppose you're still not satisfied?" Thomas smirked, withdrawing.
"You've got enough strength to do it for me?"
As he undid the manacles Jesslyn turned and shoved her ripe ass in his face. The brute took hold of her rump and squeezed the round pink muscles. "I've got plenty of strength for that."
"Then get the fuck to it." Jesslyn wiggled her ass and he sat up and pulled her across his lap and with those firm, meaty asscheeks pointed at the ceiling, he began to spank.
At first, as the hand came down lightly, Jesslyn "oooohed" and jerked and squirmed and the big firm cheeks danced. But when he increased the pressure, hit with greater impact, she churned and groaned and wept and as the big ass-melons became pink, she squirmed with greater speed and his hand made wet sucking sounds when it came down hard.
"You fucking sick bitch," the brute snorted, assailing her ass with a strong hand. "I got just the thing for your ass. Just the damn thing to make you groan and moan and shake those big fat buttcheeks."
As he snarled, Jesslyn whipped her hips and her buttocks tossed like corks on the ocean. She prayed for more harsh treatment, more spanking until her buttocks got numb. And he sensed her need and complied. He beat her ass until the reverberations exploded her orgasm. Her cum showered his bare legs and her whines curled through his head; he smote her firm rump and the plump cheeks were red and they danced and she tightened her crotch and began pumping both legs and twisting her thighs, and her orgasm rose in her clitoris and she felt like there was a wedge of steel in her pussy and the pain was wonderful!
Jesslyn ground her ass against his legs and rubbed her thighs briskly. The constant assault on her buttocks and the rapid jerking set off her orgasm and it inundated his lap. Jesslyn erupted, shamelessly bathing his hairy thighs. He grunted; his cock rose. Her wet, steamy cunt and damp thighs rubbed his legs. His lap opened and Jesslyn slid to the floor. He turned her over on her face; she meekly complied, sniffling, shaking, panting. The cold floor kissed her hot tits and belly and she opened her crotch and continued rubbing her lips against the cement. The big as cheeks, dancing, slapping softly, got the brute all the way up. Dropping on her back he began stuffing his cock in her ass crease.
"Please," Jesslyn giggled, coquettishly, "I'm sore back there." Then, huskily: "Oil me up first."
The brute shoved the cockhead along the damp crease until his balls surged, and the jizz started. He shoved the spurting tip along the crease and lubricated the inner muscles with jizz. Jesslyn gasped, like a virgin being goosed, and swung her pelvis, making the buttocks slap against his prick. He was grunting now and she rolled her ass. The heavy hams encompassed his cockhead and exerted pressure on the sensitive tip. And the steady weights against the head made the jizz spurt faster. The heat of her ass enveloped the shaft and balls and lower belly and thighs. She made him hot and he, in turn, encompassed the inner walls in a wreath of warm, wet heat that quickly became a scalding bath.
The brute's cock got harder and spread back the snug muscles as it telescoped down her humid shit-chute. Jesslyn babbled a rush of monosyllables, meaningless words to describe an indescribable euphoria. All she could do to show her pleasure was undulate her hips and make those big heavy buttocks spill over his shaft, and whip hard against his downward advance.
The brute drove his cock forward, separating the snug inner walls; the heat spilled through her ass and pussy and she screamed her satisfaction even before the orgasm erupted.
They were fucking fast now. They slammed against each other and with each slam his cock drove deeper. Then it was buried in her anus and the hot coals rolled through her intestines and cunt and the clitoris began to fill. But even before it was jammed with her orgasm the cunt nerves resounded with his powerful ministrations. The brute tore at her asshole, made her yelp and weep, made the sweat burst down her smooth, straight back, made her asscheeks explode with goose flesh.
He grabbed her shoulders, braced his palms against the supple muscles and held tightly as he rammed forward, over and over, until his cum slammed into her asshole. The sudden powerful explosion set her off. Like a thousand fingers goosing her ass the cum pounded her anus, filled her intestines and blanched her bowels with white cream.
Jesslyn recoiled from the steady assault. The rapid pounding racked her anus and cunt and her orgasm spilled. But he was a volcano... he kept fucking, kept drilling the cum up her ass and she couldn't stop erupting. She wished she and he faced so she could drive her big belly against him, get closer to him. But this position, even though they didn't touch belly to belly, tit to tit, was okay.
He assaulted her ass and didn't stop for five minutes, an eternity. She tripped her orgasm and it seemed like she didn't stop. Finally, though, he quit with a grunt and pushed away and the big shaft pulled free, and it was like taking a good long shit.
"Oh," she exclaimed when he was all the way out.
"Is that what you wanted slut?" The brute casually wiped off his cock.
"It's what I had to have." Jesslyn took his cock. Then, on impulse, she scooted forward, holding his balls, and jacked him off.
"Jesus," Thomas exclaimed, when he began to cum again. "Lady, you're... killing me."
Groaning, Jesslyn curled her tongue around the big veined shaft and thrashed the dots of dried cum off the hairs. Then, he climaxed and it tasted like nectar. Jesslyn got wide-eyed, wet in the crotch and her titties burst with passion, the nipples like small rocks. Jesslyn pressed the backs of the brute's knees and he squatted, closer to her ravenous jaws. She raised one leg and rubbed the long nails over his ass. Not missing a tongue stroke she scratched his asscheeks and when his orgasm crested she shoved the toe between the buttocks and drove it as deep as she could. He gasped and began cumming with greater impact. More jizz burned her gullet, her throat muscles worked feverishly to swallow all the juice. But the rest spurted between her locked lips and spilled over her chin, and dropped into her cleavage.
With each burst, Jesslyn's clitoris was triggered. Her climax was nearly as intense as his. Her viscid nodules speckled her thighs and seeped down the lower slope of her cunt. They were pale diamonds on the alabaster smoothness of her thighs.
Jesslyn imagined her own clitoris in her mouth even as the big stick between her jaws drowned in her sweet-sour jizz. Still goosing the brute with her toe she worked a finger in her cunt and finger-fucked her clitoris. The images flickering across her mind and the blatant obscenity of what she was doing mingled and for a moment she didn't know what was real, what was imagination. Then the fiction died and she suckled him, nibbled him, dragged out of him the last of the orgasm. He stepped away and she fell backward.
Brad Lawson came over, saying softly: "I have to tell you something. I can't stand seeing you hurt."
"Oh, fuck the talk," Jesslyn said lazily fingering his chest hair.
Lawson eased her against the wall. "Please, listen."
Jesslyn listened, not really caring, too tired, satiated to think past the tips of her titties. When he was finished, she said: "So you're only a closet traitor. A hero back home. So who cares?"
Jesslyn was enveloped in her kinky world, unreachable. Lawson had to make her understand and to do that he, somehow, had to penetrate that world of hers. Only one way to do it. By using the optimum amount of pain he might dislodge her, bring her back to reality. And, in the other corner was a device that might just do the trick.
Lawson dragged her to the corner. Thomas and Sloan watched. Thomas was curious. He had heard part of what Lawson had just whispered to the plump slut. What he'd heard, though, bore out what he had expected all along. Lawson had helped Sloan and Thomas without much coercion from Thomas. A C- note, American, had done it. As Thomas got to know Lawson better he discovered that Lawson wasn't a mercenary. The American, for all his tough talk and phony heroics just wasn't heartless enough. And that made Thomas wonder. Now he knew. Lawson was a double agent.
Lawson got her to the corner, dropped her on her back, then reached for the four wires sprouting from a block of wood high up on the wall. The wires were pliant and the sharp tips bent easily. Lawson hated to put her through it, but he had no choice. He had to shock her back, for he needed her help when the time came to escape. Her acquiesce to these brutes was because she had given up hope. Lawson would give her the hope that would carry her through to their escape.
"I have to hurt you," he whispered.
Jesslyn stared up at him, glassy-eyed, grinning stupidly. "I don't give a fuck, honey. I want you to hurt me." And, drunk with lust, she shut her eyes.
"Please, don't hate me for what I'm about to do." Lawson reached for the two highest wires, placed side by side. He pulled the wires down so the tips were juxtaposed with her nipples. Then, taking a deep breath, he jabbed the sharp tips into her thrusting nipples. Her eyes opened. She squealed. He clamped the tips to her nipples so they were imprisoned. Then he pulled the wires, pulling her tits up to her shoulders. She gagged, opened her crotch by instinct, and he fastened the second set of wires to her labia, pulling the sex-lips apart. Jesslyn fainted. Lawson slapped her face until she awoke. Then he squatted, grasped her ankles, held tightly and got into the sixty-nine position. In spite of himself seeing her trussed like an animal for slaughter aroused him.
Her palms were flat on the floor, her titties pulled into that ridiculous position and her cunt lips were spread wide like the smile of a moron.
Dropping his prick on her face, he pulled her legs up and holding her ass, he bent his head, mouth open, tongue darting, to pierce Jesslyn's hairy slit with his tongue, to delve deeply, explore languidly her pussy.
Succulence enveloped Lawson's mouth and tongue and his teeth grazed Jesslyn's puckered labia. Blind with pain Jesslyn began sucking, her long hair dragging on the floor, dimly feeling the rapid flailing in her snatch. But then as he continued sucking her desire rose and she began eating him as ravenously as he ate her cunt.
He lashed her clitoris. His tongue slithered along the cunt folds. She sucked and chewed and they groaned and their muscles locked and they kept sucking each other's genitals, eating rapaciously, trying to prolong the lust-making but unable to do so.
They went off together, filling their mouths with hot jizz and as the fluid scorched their tongues they sighed and worked their tongues more rapidly. They remained locked together, their mouths working, the jizz spilling down their chins. The jizz pumped steadily and they drank it all in.
Thomas and Sloan moved in and when Lawson climbed off and unfastened the wires they pushed him aside and Thomas said: "Now she dances for us." Anticipating Lawson's objection, Thomas stood between Jesslyn and the American, fists clenched. Lawson retreated and Jesslyn slowly, groggily responded to the hand clapping. Her titties bounced as she danced and the nipples stiffened, the aureoles darkened and her belly and thighs and ass quivered. The musky aroma of male jizz and her own climax pooled and exuded and the lust juice began to flow. Jesslyn's nerves sang. Her cunt muscles contracted, expanded, contracted with each step. For what aroused her was the rapt attention, the rapacious gazes of these weary, horny men. They all wanted her; there was no hiding that fact. And as she danced, her voluptuous body shaking, their cocks rose and the sight of all those hard-ons made her gasp, made her juices race, made her cunt spill over, made the clitoris vibrate like a tuning fork. And she flinched and shied away, out of this awesome desire and not fear. For they were advancing. All of them were coming closer. Jesslyn didn't know how she could fuck these two rugged males. Their cocks were so big! Her pussy was clogged with cum and she ached all over for their touch. For she imagined them fucking her cunt, her ass, her mouth, raping her over and over until her body crumbled, used up, worn out.
"Me, first," Sloan roared, pushing Thomas aside.
Jesslyn didn't respond, let him embrace, French-kiss her mouth. His weight carried her to the floor and he was on top of her and her legs were spread wide and he wedged a knee against her mound, forcing her wider. And she yielded, spread wider still and two fingers rammed the slit, punctured the syrupy depths of her pussy. Jesslyn cried out and shivered as the fingers probed, striking her clitoris.
"EEEEE..."
The sudden pain goosed along the nerves of her vagina. Jesslyn howled again as he continued stroking, finger fucking, raising the hairs on her pussy with the steady stroking. The pounding in her clitoris intensified and she reared back, shoving her cunt against his hand, and jerked twice and blew off. The orgasm continued at a brisk spurt as he kept fingering the spurting gland. She thrashed and pounded the floor with her ass. She threw herself against him, then collapsed against the damp cement, then reared forward again. Jesslyn did this until the bruises and welts formed and her climax swept over his hand and splattered his wrist. He was grinning, an evil, wolf-like grin that quickly became a leer. She opened her eyes to see the ugly grimace but she didn't let it bother her. After what she had been through nothing would ever bother her.
Sloan took her cunt. Thomas, carrying a truncheon, shoved it in her ass. While Sloan worked his cock along her labia, raising the lust lubricant, Thomas jacked off and shoved the truncheon deeper into her ass, oiling up her backend. Like before it felt like a hot goose and she "ooooohed", and quivered and let the spasms along her backside play themselves out.
But, by then, they plugged her cunt and ass and rubbed both ends raw with their fervid fucking. They plunged deep and she churned her hips and slammed forward and back in rhythm with their pistonings. They grunted and wheezed and she grinned and plucked her titties and easily accommodated both pricks. She humped rapidly, making them work to keep up. And they did, ripping into her with the same intense stroking they were getting.
She jerked and twisted and grunted, her warm breath spilling over the front fucker's face. He pumped quickly, driving the shaft in, pulling it out in short bursts. Meantime the man in her ass plunged all the way in, pulled out until only the cockhead remained in, then rammed ahead, plunging the shaft all the way in, imbedding himself up to his nuts. The effect was like two different women being fucked only she was both.
Thomas pulled the truncheon out, shoved his cock in and the hot jizz scalded her anus and she jumped, grunted, nearly went off herself but held back as Thomas pulled out, wiping his cock on her fleshy buttocks. Sloan stayed hard. He fucked faster now and Jesslyn felt like she was being split in half. A terrific kick... like the mastiff tearing his cock into her, splitting and bruising. And, for an instant, the dog was fucking her once more and the image made the orgasm explode.
Jesslyn rubbed her cunt muscles brutally, twisting her hips so as to grind the cock all through her pussy. But the boy was beginning to tire; the merciless pressure of the powerful cunt muscles and the flexed legs crushing his lower spine proved too much and he dribbled his cum, then pushed away, defeated.
"Oh, no, honey." Jesslyn grabbed him, pulled him down on top of her. "You don't leave mother when she's still carrying a load."
"I can't," he bleated.
"I can, you cute cock sucker."
Jesslyn threw his legs apart, got on top, dropped her jaws on his semi-erect staff and thrashed the sensitive tip. When she got him up again, she climbed on top and her oiled pussy sheathed his thrusting prick.
"Now you just lay there and let me work the whole deal." Jesslyn was on him now, pushing down, taking all of his cock in a single motion. He groaned when the cunt closed and trapped his cock. He gasped and sighed when the sensitive tip and the back of her snatch touched. She was snug way back there and he was big; she pinched the cockhead in the tight muscles, and ground away, back and forth. The boy bucked against her, almost throwing her off. Jesslyn pushed down and whipped back and forth, up and down, bringing off his first spurts. The hot drops triggered her orgasm and she drenched his balls and belly. He rocked side to side; she slammed down, reared back, and came down hard and that brought off her orgasm, and the rest of his. They remained together until, out of energy, they sagged and separated.
"I like the different stuff," Thomas, the brute, snarled. "You do, too. I seen you out there, getting your kicks by being tied up."
He had taken the skivvies of two of his companions, shredded the cotton into long, tattered strips. He pushed her face down, lashed her ankles and wrists and when she tried the bonds she was surprised; they were strong and cut into her flesh.
Once tied, he turned her over on her side and crowded against her belly and ran his stiff cock over her hairy mound and up her belly and into her cleavage. There he stopped, closed her titties over his shaft and rocking rapidly he jacked off. His cum showered her cleavage and spattered her chin. Eyes wild, she licked at the specks. He laughed and shoved his cock in her mouth.
"Play the part, damn you," he bellowed, and Jesslyn had to think for a moment.
Then she knew what he meant. When he withdrew, still hard, she feigned shock, horror, when he smirked and pushed the cock into her mouth. Her eyes widened as the big shaft flattened her tongue. The surprise, when the head hit the back of her throat, was genuine.
Thomas's jizz drenched her throat and she retched as the burning fluid showered her tonsils. The bondage freak pummeled her throat, hovered over her, jerking her nipples with his long nailed fingers. Then, when Thomas was finished, he spread wide, and strained. Turds started, and she howled with fright and disgust.
Lawson threw himself at the brute. He pulled the animal away, spun him around and slammed his fist into the younger man's face. Lawson's opponent fell and Lawson kicked him twice in the head. The man rolled, striking the wall, swearing, eyes moist. "I'll get you, Lawson."
Lawson paid no attention. "You feel..."
"Like I've almost been shit on," Jesslyn gulped, still shocked by the unexpected finale.
"We will clean her off, Major Lawson." The door was open and Musashi Saito stood in the doorway. "Take her to my quarters."
Jesslyn was out the door when the sadist corporal said to Lawson: "Have you convinced her to give up the information? If you haven't you all will die. I promise you that."
"If I could have her another night, at least. Maybe, then..."
"All right," Saito said wearily. "She will be scrubbed, and returned to you. For one more night. After that... I expect results."
Seven
Jesslyn smelled of soap and hot water. Like before the Japs scrubbed her clean, douching her ass and cunt. They even washed her hair. And then, when Saito was finished with her, returned her to the cell. As she lay in Brad Lawson's arms, feeling the strength surge through his burgeoning prick, she tried to find a way of saving herself and Brad by feeding the right-sounding information to the Jap. But Jesslyn wasn't clever, not even a fairly good liar. No, the Jap sadist wouldn't be fooled for very long. Long enough to follow up her story is all. When he discovered the truth he would kill them all, after making them suffer.
No, Jesslyn decided, there was no lie the Jap would believe. Their only way out was whatever escape plan Lawson had planned. It was kind of wild, really bizarre, and fun to think about.
Jesslyn rubbed his shaft in her palm, squeezing the swelling muscle. "Got to get it up faster than that, fella."
"It's big enough to rip you from asshole to appetite." Lawson hefted her breasts and she let out a burst of air, and pressed against him while her titties rose.
"You big fucker." Jesslyn began to writhe. "You know how to keep a woman interested."
Jesslyn threw her arms around him, held him close and plastered her tits and belly to his muscular chest and belly. They rolled back and forth, their hands scratching and massaging their backsides. Her nipples were small rocks lost in his curled chest hair. His cock, against her mound, tickled and pressed heavily and her juices surged from the constant pressure.
Jesslyn flung her legs around his thighs and pulled him close, locked him to her pussy. "Fuck me right now." Her voice quavered. "Fuck me till I bleed."
The simple declaration made his staff thicken and the precum spill. He rolled Jesslyn on her back and settled between her legs. Jesslyn opened wide to take his weight and he shoveled his prick between her slit, pushing back the lips, easing in, making her pussy expand. Jesslyn whimpered at first, then cried out as Lawson knifed her tight, perfumed pussy. He pushed deeper then and she took all he had, wiggling her hips to suck him in deeper. Jesslyn wanted every delicious inch of cock, had to have the tough bite of the male muscle, had to feel it's knifing, bruising force all the way through her snatch, up to her throat.
His deep, smooth, thrusting quickly gave way to a sharper, more violent fucking. His passion rose and Jesslyn corkscrewed her hips, driving his passion to the crest where her lust was at. They thrashed each other, grunting, driving bellies together, twisting, writhing, tearing at their fuck-flesh. And their sweat spilled down their thighs and between their ass cracks. They fucked with abandon, unaware now of the two surly looking youths seated nearby, watching, planning.
Growling, throwing themselves against each other, Jesslyn and Lawson climaxed. His cock impaled her cunt, nearly ripping the pliant muscles. Then, still hard and spurting, Lawson pulled out and Jesslyn rolled over on her stomach and held her buttocks open. He fell on her back, stuffed his cock in her anus. And the spurting jizz was so thick, coming so fast, it filled her asshole as though the curled opening was plugged. The jizz rose and spilled between Jesslyn's big cheeks and dribbled along the lush swell of her buttocks.
Jesslyn pounded the floor with her tits and belly and the drilling prick set off orange and white and black whorls. She was dizzy, couldn't breathe, was unable to fight that fullness in her belly. Jesslyn took shallow breaths and that helped some, but there was too much cock in her bowels; she felt the weight into her lungs. Jesslyn thrust her ass against Lawson and he caught her on the downward stroke and shoved her against the damp floor. She threw her ass up, into him, and kept hitting him with her rump. He kept ejaculating he had never stopped. And his awesome virility stung and smote her bowels and set her cunt glands dancing. He probed and punched and Jesslyn flailed the floor with her body. The pillar of pain drilled deeper and she felt the heavy stroking in her cunt as well. Jesslyn's plump cheeks slapped against his hot shaft while the tight anus greedily clutched his cockhead. Her moist walls massaged the drilling, spurting organ and he filled her up again with hot cum.
It was then, when they were at the height of orgasm that the two British soldiers pounced on Lawson. Before Lawson realized what was happening a length of cloth was wrapped around. his throat and the pressure was exerted. While he flailed his arms the second man pummeled his face. Lawson was jerked out of her ass; the sharp sudden withdrawal made her cry with pain. Lawson was dragged into a corner, kicked in the balls while the cloth tightened. His eyes bulged. His face reddened, then turned white. While the one man choked the life out of Lawson, slowly crushing his larynx, the second man stomped Lawson's groin. The pressure was applied. Lawson was strong but no match for these two. They were strong and had attacked without warning. Their attack on his throat and balls succeeded; Lawson's strength ebbed and, as he weakened, they exerted that final burst of strength needed to tear the life from him.
While all this was happening Jesslyn remained on her face, weary, frustrated, aching in her bowels. All she thought of was the prick ripped from her ass almost at the moment of orgasm. Her cunt was still hot, steaming, and the pressure continued to build. She had no control over it's intensity. All Jesslyn could do was relieve it.
Reaching under her raised ass, Jesslyn thrust two fingers in her pussy and diddled her clitoris. Her eyes were on Thomas and Sloan to see if they noticed what she was doing, hoping that they did and would help her bring herself off. But they paid no attention to her, only to the murder being committed.
Jesslyn wrenched off her orgasm and raising her head higher, her eyes scanning the cell, she saw Lawson slumped against the wall, the blood oozing from his mouth and nose; she smelled, above the stink of sweat and shit and piss, the terrible odor of his voided bowels and that was when she knew he was dead.
But the assassins gave her no time to mourn, or even react. They were on her in an instant, their hands squeezing, pinching her titties and ass, their mouths locked on her supple shoulders. They gouged her with their teeth and while one of the men bit viciously at her tits the other one gnawed at her meaty ass.
They were cannibalizing her! Their teeth ripped her flesh and they drew blood and the taste was nectar to their pallets and they bit deeper and her screams cascaded off the walls, intensifying their blood lust; half crazed by the heat and their own misery, they scratched, gouged, ripped her tits and belly and buttocks. Their tongues showered saliva over Jesslyn's salty-wet skin and their teeth cut jagged curlicues and angles.
Jesslyn saw a Technicolor sunrise only not from a distance but from the inside of her head. The pain seared and her passion soared and as Jesslyn writhed and tried to beat them off, their horrible bizarre cravings furthered her lust and their cocks, all plastered to wherever their teeth weren't, slapped her muscled backside and legs. And the horror of what Jesslyn was a part of only intensified her longing, her need, this awful release she craved.
Jesslyn lunged against their ravenous mouths, felt the daggered inferno erupt over every inch of her starved flesh. The knives stabbed her puss and she clenched her thighs and crotch and forced out the pent up orgasm. It spilled and the mouth at her puss slid along the slick-haired, puckered slit.
They attacked with an ever increasing vengeance, gouging, struggling to feed at her struggling voluptuousness. And her screams of pain and delight reverberated along the cement walls and iron door.
The door opened. The Jap guards shouted in their native tongue and lunged into the struggling mass. Rifle butts smashed skulls. Blood flowed from gaping wounds. Bayonets hissed into struggling, battling muscles and then gunshots crackled. The stink of cordite, the sour obscenity of spilling blood rose, like fog.
One of the prisoners lunged for the door and was stopped in the entryway by two armed guards. The enemy opened fire; the impact of the rifle blasts flung the man back into the room. He toppled, arms flying crazily, and sprawled near where Brad Lawson lay.
The guards beat back the other one and pulled Jesslyn to safety.
"They killed..." Jesslyn couldn't remember his name, if she ever knew it.
Jesslyn repeated her anguish that night as she lay on a cot, swathed in bandages. The doctor mended her wounds and stayed with her, on Musashi Saito's orders. The next two days Jesslyn slept fitfully, crying about her lost love. On the third day she awakened and was lucid enough to defy Saito.
"You refuse to give up the whereabouts of the code books? Very well, then." And he ordered her brought once again into the basement, past the cell block and into a room at the far end. There, Jesslyn was stripped of her bandages. She shuddered as cold air smote her still sore wounds. But the enemy paid her little attention. Once more spread-eagled on the table, her back to the hard wood, a rubber wedge was shoved in her mouth and she was strapped down.
The thongs bit her ankles and wrists and the wood splintered against her buttocks and back. Once more Jesslyn was transported into that shadowy dark pink hazy mood that accompanied these orgies of sadism. Her anger wedged her heart and she began to cry, for, not until now, did she realize how much she missed Lawson. Now she had two sets of enemies.
The machine was wheeled to the table and the electrodes clamped to her tits and toes and behind her knees and inside her elbows. Then a coiled wedge of wire was shoved into her cunt and another one jammed up her ass. The Jap leered. His pebbles of drool lengthened and ran down his chin. His sweat grew more intense as all his glands secreted. Excitement and the coursing power of sexual delight mingled and the stink was worse than any odor she had ever sampled... not even the stench of death was this bad.
Jesslyn cringed as he backed away, examining in detail, the placement of these insidious contraptions, and the lush swell of her thighs and belly and breasts. Smeared across her lower stomach were the cunt hairs; they sparkled as light fragments became impaled in the curled thicket, and the sweat on her trembling body became pinpoints of light that shimmered each time she shuddered.
The wedges in her ass and cunt seemed to expand and crowd her most sensitive zones. The clamps, hanging and pulling on her titties, bit into the tender caps and were heavy. Jesslyn visualized a man's firm teeth on them, tugging at them, trying to work her into a sexual frenzy. And, as she imagined, the juices pooled and the heat rose and the spasms began. Fear, and sexual awakening, shuddered throughout her pussy and belly and that made her titties roll and the nipples rise. And with the rising nipples more desire kindled and then quickly exploded and rapidly spread, down through her belly and into her snatch. Jesslyn clenched her thighs and her pussy muscles strangled her clitoris and the spasms of orgasm made her belly and thighs clench and her titties more sensitive, more painful.
As the quaking spread, the Jap corporal moved quickly toward the machine. What horrendous torture did he have planned? Jesslyn contemplated this while her desire rose, like a whale's back, and she jerked her pelvis and made the orgasm erupt. As the jizz spread and then flooded her pussy and overflowed, covering her thighs, the Jap fingered the switches. The dials swung toward the right and the wires flinched as the current surged. An instant's hesitation until the electricity reached the end of the connection. Jesslyn tensed, didn't breathe, prepared for the shock and the aftershock in her snatch.
It punched her arms and legs, cunt and ass and tits at the same time. Jesslyn groaned, clamped her teeth on the wedge, shuddered and reared up and off the table. The current raped her nerves, tore into her flesh. Scalded her tits, making the nipples turn bright red and the peaks swell and the tits harden. Through hr stomach the current surged and she jammed her jaws on the wedge, fighting back the urge to vomit. The current, like pricks covered with barbed wire, fucked her ass and cunt. Her orgasm went off and when the juices touched the wires they smoldered and jumped and bit harder, setting off orgasm after orgasm.
Jesslyn lifted off the wood, quivering, spilling sweat, her screams muffled. Her muscles tensed and strained and she struggled with the raping forces. The Jap corporal increased the power and Jesslyn shuddered and hollered and spasmed. The pain deadened her nerves and a sweet kind of soothing pleasure took over, lightly kissing her assaulted flesh.
Her whole body was alive even as the current blackened her elbows and knees, turned her nipples in to livid scars, scorched her cunt and asshole. The rapture cushioned her, eased her through pillowy clouds, a universe where she was the only one, alone with the soft protecting currents of the universe. For in this deep state of rapture she was at peace for the first time in her life. No one could touch her, hurt her as long as the loving currents inundated, transformed her flesh into something majestic, a force that, alone, was in control of her destiny.
Carried into a heaven on earth, she couldn't know, didn't feel the terrible power, didn't know what it was doing to her. The Jap sadist allowed her this bliss for a moment more, then abruptly cut the current. The jarring impact of reality slammed and crushed and she screamed as she felt the earth tumbling in around her. Mercifully, Jesslyn fainted.
Saito unsnapped the electrodes, rubbed those swollen, scarlet tipped breasts, still quaking belly and thighs with ointments. Then turned her over to do the same with her back and ass. An hour passed and Jesslyn awakened, weary, achy but soothed by the ointment which contained an anesthetic. She didn't know where she was but that passed and she acknowledged her predicament. Slowly the layers of memory returned; she remembered what the Jap wanted, what had been done to Lawson, and who had done it. But Musashi Saito didn't give her a chance to verbalize; he strode to the table and his two flunkies followed. As Jesslyn tried to speak, her tongue numb, heavy, the flunkies undid the thongs and turned her over on her face, re-tied her and exited. The sadistic corporal positioned her head so she could see him and the door. He stepped out of the way so she might see what was coming through the door. The two flunkies dragged and pushed an iron bowl which was mounted in a steel framed stirrup which, in turn, was mounted on wheels. The rubber wheels squeaked as the heavy, awkward contraption was brought into the room. An object inside the iron bowl rattled as the unit was taken to the table. Saito waved them away. Reaching into the bowl he brought out a long handled steel rod. The shaft was eleven inches long and slim and tipped with a solid steel oval. The handle was reinforced with ribbed cord. He produced, from inside the bowl, a pair of insulated gloves. Like a magician he next produced a can of fluid and two handfuls of what appeared to be kindling. The bowl was lined with charcoal; Jesslyn recognized the smell. The kindling was spread along the curved interior and the fluid was liberally poured over the kindling. Next, the fluid-saturated kindling was lighted. The smell and smoke whooshed and filled the room, but was quickly dissipated. The heat and the aroma pulsed and she was set, and shaking. When he placed the slim rod in the fire she knew what was about to take place.
Jesslyn sobbed, begging him not to mutilate her. But the strutting corporal nodded sympathetically, listened to her pleas and when she lapsed into fitful, bursting sobs, he leered and whispered hoarsely:
"I have tolerated your reticence, put up with your lack of cooperation. I have done this because I wanted to give you every possible opportunity to save yourself. I have been lenient and you have mocked me, told me nothing. Now I see your mouth working but now it is too late. For you. For very soon now I will have to return home. With or without the code books. My moment has passed; I return as just another non-com... a herder of prisoners... a shepherd, nothing more. So I have nothing to lose or gain. All I can gain, in fact, is the pleasure of seeing you squirm, smelling your scorching flesh, hearing your piercing shrieks. And this I will enjoy... my last true enjoyment before herding those scum back to the stockades in Japan."
The smoke rose and the cool steel turned hot, as red as her nipples. Jesslyn bellowed, gurgled as the enemy stirred the coals, smeared the burning embers with the iron tip. When he brought out the weapon particles of glowing coal remained on the oval tip and the force with which he used to extricate the weapon from the coal bed flung burning ash to the ceiling. A particle fell on her lower back and stung for eternity before it smoldered out, leaving a tiny black dot on the smooth white skin.
A column of heat fell across her buttocks. Saito approached, holding the iron at arm's length, and as Jesslyn felt the advancing warmth, saw the blind cat's eye of fire, she screamed and tore at her bonds, struggling hopelessly to escape the inevitable. And as she writhed, her buttocks quivered and her pussy contracted and her clitoris spasmed.
He paused, the glowing tip a foot away. Jesslyn's eyes widened and teared. Fear spasmed through her titties. They crushed together and she tried to draw away. But there was no escape. Only the inevitable. And, as Jesslyn accepted this truth, the fear gradually receded, to be replaced by the lust that seemed to protect her, insulate her against this horror and carry her through. For, by turning the pain to pleasure, Jesslyn was able to survive.
The glowing oval tip moved closer; the heat burned her side. Jesslyn sniffled, tensed as the oval slid from sight. A moment while the tip reached her supple buttock. Then...
The skin hissed and the pain, for just a second, was so intense there was no feeling. But as the nerves at the core of the burn died, other nerves surrounding the area took up the stinging impact, and sent the pulsations through her buttock. Like a dagger jammed to the hilt, the brand burrowed into her cheek. The smoke rose, the stink fanned across the room. The pain swelled and the wounded muscle recoiled.
Her screams were buoyed on bursting gasps of breath. Her back rippled. The buttocks quivered like a stone thrown into a pool of water. The waves of heat spread and rippled and consumed her ass and the pain quickly followed, eating into her buttock, tearing through her back and up through her shoulders. And Jesslyn's titties felt the sting and her belly reacted to it and she swallowed vomit. And her cunt filled with it and the gland vibrated against the steady throbbing misery. Only now it wasn't misery... now it was a lover's rapacious and brutal kiss. It was the strong and sometimes cruel embrace of an aroused lover.
It was her lover, demanding and taking his pleasure and she could do nothing more than submit to the tyrant's ministrations. For, no matter how hard she tried, Jesslyn wasn't able to draw completely away from this brutal act. As the reverberations began to slow she was drawn, like a rock into a whirlpool, against this nameless, loving horror... a name spoken and understood centuries before in the torture pits of the Inquisition.
The branding iron was hoisted above Jesslyn's eyes. Flecked to the cooling oval were shreds of her flesh and hardening dots of blood. Then, when he was sure she had seen, he jammed the iron into the fire and the procedure was repeated. The iron was removed from the bowl, glowing hot, antiseptically pure for the operation he was about to perform.
And once more the preliminaries were performed. Saito held the iron so Jesslyn could see and the heat made her eyes tear. Her lower lip quivered. Spasms racked her tits and belly and the thighs tightened and she tried to draw herself in, away from the descending instrument of horror. But the thongs held; she couldn't move. And the oval hissed as the air touched it and then he jammed the weapon against her other buttock.
Her shouts rose as the stench and smoke rose. The ripe cheek danced and jiggled and then, when he applied pressure, the muscle flattened and more smoke, more pain shuddered through her raped flesh. Jesslyn writhed, tried to close off the agony but to no avail. For that other self, the one that craved this brutality, took over and like a child in a water fountain on a hot day, this other self immersed it's being in this terrible act. Her clitoris was alive and the juices spurted and her whole being focused on the gouging, driving iron and the brutalized cheek. Her agonized shouts became sharper-edged, more intense as the lust swelled, erupted and rekindled. Jesslyn was no longer of this earth; she soared, floated in that hazy pink utopia and far below the enemy's grunts and howls of delight were submerged.
And again that euphoria passed and Jesslyn was abruptly back to reality. Saito plunged the iron in the bowl, wiped his sweating face, snarled a command and more ointment was pressed into her wounds. The initial touch nearly made her faint. But as the anesthetic worked she relaxed, sighed and her body uncoiled.
But then Jesslyn was untied, dragged off the table and made to stand on her feet. She felt so heavy, so relaxed. It was an effort to remain awake. The Jap corporal saw her condition, threw cold water over her and she gasped, yipped and shivered.
Her arms were pulled over her head. Thongs, suspended from the ceiling, were coiled around her wrists and then tightened. As the leather stiffened Jesslyn was lifted toward the ceiling. The strain tugged her arms and shoulders.
Jesslyn's tits lifted, thrusted, taut and straining. The nipples flared and the Jap bastard snarled his pleasure. Her knees drew up, making a provocative tableau. Her cunt was hidden; only the thicket peaked over the knee barriers.
Corporal Saito strode toward her, swaggered, hands on hips. The hands remained in place against his belt and he stood before her, legs spread apart, cock straining his fatigues. He admired this creation, smirking, licking his lips. Hands propped against his hips he walked around behind her. Attached to his belt was a swagger stick and he took it in his hand and lightly tapped her fleshy, sensual rump. Jesslyn gasped, flinched but did not attempt to escape the other blows that were sure to come.
Jesslyn tensed. He was doing something! The metal buckle grated against the thick leather belt. The buckle clattered when it struck the cement; then, an instant later, the hiss of cotton brushing the cement. His body heat brushed her back. The muscles coiled. Her ass-cheeks lifted and strained. Then his engorged cock fitted vertically in her ass-crease. She grunted: "oh" and took a deep breath to counteract the fullness and discomfort. He rubbed his cock along the narrow crease; the supple asscheeks pressed against the massive prick. As he rubbed he ordered his two flunkies over. One of them dropped his drawers and she lay her head back, a drool of spittle at her lips.
The fuck was beginning. The one Jap guard spreading her labia was nearly as thick as the one Jap rubbing briskly against her buttocks. Both men penetrated. The twin assault pushed against her dry innards. She tightened up, rubbed against the piercing rods, made the juice gush. And, while they flailed, her juices oiled the twin corridors.
Both were good; she had to admit that. They were big and they were fast. They fucked as deep as any man could ever get and their rapid stroking intensified her own bubbling lust. They flailed her and she bucked her belly, tightened up her pussy and ass and trapped them, held them fast, let them go finally. They gouged and grunted and their cum drenched her ass and pussy. Both holes were filled with the slamming jelly and each eruption was like a fist against her glands. The staccato assault on both holes brought out her orgasm. Their glands popped and slid and she swiveled her hips and her cunt and ass clamped on the cocks for one last massive orgasm. Their jizz spurted out of her asshole and cunt and splattered her fat buttocks just as her orgasm drenched her thighs. They finished up, withdrew and the second flunky ran to her, shoving his huge cock up her cunt. Jesslyn nearly fainted from the sharp attack. His prick bruised her glands, nearly punctured the back walls of her pussy. The pain was intense, giving way at last to the pleasure as he stroked briskly. The prick dragged over her clitoris and at the same time filled her cunt, expanding her muscles. And her eyes widened as the cunt walls spread wider. The two other Japs laughed as they dressed and made obscene gestures at her. But what the fuck did she care? Jesslyn was getting her cum once more; that was all that mattered. Let them ridicule, abuse and debase. That had already been done. Nothing more humiliating could be perpetrated on her once virginal flesh. All they could do to her now was kill her and that wouldn't be so bad. After all, she had sampled all there was to fucking. Now she could die fully satisfied. But they wouldn't let her die that easily. She figured that without any trouble whatsoever.
The front fucker pounded rapidly and Jesslyn heaved her stomach against him and ground her hips, dragging out his cum. He blew off, spilled sweat and his foul breath, then pushed her away. She swung in short arcs, her cum and his dripping from both her holes.
Corporal Saito, dressed and recovered from the fervid fucking, came over. This time his hands were at his sides. "You started to tell me something."
"An eternity ago, yes."
"Cut her down."
Jesslyn was bathed with a wet cloth, and toweled down and weak tea was given her. While Saito paced, she talked, and rapidly. When she was through he asked:
"He's your comrade. Why do you turn against him?"
"Because he is no better than you, the enemy. He killed a man that might have been a gentle, sweet man in other circumstances. He was as much a lover as any man could be in these surroundings. And, I suppose, because I've finally become the animal you wanted me to be."
Saito nodded, triumphant. "Yes, my dear, revenge can be sweet." He stopped pacing. "You, of course, will participate in the traitors' escape. You will tell them nothing. Your reward will be your life. You will be spared and maybe your life will be more pleasant from now on. Now, however, you will return to their cell. And do whatever they want you to do."
"Yes Sir."
Eight
The Japs watched her writhe on the floor where she had been thrown. No one made an attempt to help her off the cold damp stone. They watched for a moment more, then closed the door and returned to their solitary musings.
Dispassionately, Jesslyn noted that the corpses had been removed and she wondered where they had been taken. No matter. Nothing she could do, or cared to do.
Not even if a cock was laid against her cunt would she be able to respond. Fatigue, the castrator, was her lover. It lay on her soul, crushing and smothering it.
Jesslyn dozed off to be awakened shortly before dawn by Thomas. "I got an escape plan for tonight," he whispered. "We obviously don't know about the code books. And I won't wait till we wear out our welcome here."
"What do I have to do?" Jesslyn asked.
"Exactly what I tell you to do."
"And right now? What happens right now, until then?"
He shrugged out of his fatigues. His cock was bursting with his virile seed. It was thick, like a weightlifter's arm, and the spongy tip glowed. "I killed Lawson to get at you, baby." He crowded against her and they embraced, on their sides, their mouths and tongues touching, their teeth chewing at their lips. His cock grew along her thigh and she winced at his limitless weight. It kept growing, plowing through her pubic bush, pressing against her stomach. He began rubbing the shaft against her soft, smooth belly and the pressure went all the way into her snatch. Jesslyn sighed her approval, moved her hips gently, spread wide to take him when he was ready. But he kept rubbing his prick on her belly and the precum dripped and filled her belly button.
The pressure, the up and down vibrations, raised her clitoris and the lust oil spilled; her thighs clenched and the weight in her titties increased. He bore down, pinning her to the rough cement blocks. An insect scurried over her shoulder and down into her moist armpit. Another roach pricked at her shoulder as it hurried over the supple muscle. It must be a male bug; it sought out and found her thrusting nipple and crawled onto the tip and dug it's sharp teeth in. The tiny daggers poked and dug lightly.
Jesslyn trembled, ached for the cock to fill the wet void of her pussy. He prolonged the act, turning it into an ordeal. For she yearned to be fucked and he moved so slowly her loins were on fire, as though the nerves were exposed. He was slow to lengthen the coupling, make it last longer for them both. But, if that was so, how come he was climaxing?
The hot cum shot across her heaving belly, forming a lengthening column of jizz up to her titties. The jelly speckled her nipples, shooting off the insect and coating her nipples at the same time. The heat thickened her nipples, made the urge to fuck even greater. And gouts filled her belly button and as each scalding droplet singed the sensitive cavern her clitoris quaked.
"Hurry," Jesslyn bleated. Wiggling her hips. Spreading wider.
Still hard he reared back and she widened to take all that gorgeous prick in one deep penetration. And he drove it in hard, to; "get her used to what was coming later," was his amused justification. But she didn't mind; she loved the hard, brutal fucking. The faster he fucked, the deeper he plunged, the hotter her cunt became. Jesslyn couldn't get enough of the brutal kind of fucking, it seemed. And what was so wonderful was the fact that later on there would be an ecstasy never before experienced. And this fucker had no idea of what was going to happen; that made the fuck so much more enjoyable.
Thomas drove deep, gouged her velvety cunt, bruised the sensitive lips and struck the clitoris over and over. She was cumming fast, drenching them in showers of cum. Her belly heaved. Her thighs clenched. Her tits collided with wet slapping sounds. Thomas pummeled her pussy, blasting her clit and the back of her cunt with cum bursts that were an almost unending assault. She rolled her hips clockwise, then reversed the stroking to get all of his prick through every sweet curve of her snatch. And they heaved and shuddered against each other and he slowed, and slammed down, pinning her to the cement and she bucked upward, slapping that big sweet belly against his hard muscles.
The rhythm increased and became a rapid pile-driving kind of fuck; the screwing wasn't the sweet languid coupling of two lovers... more like the attack of enemies with an itch.
He reared back, rammed ahead and Jesslyn winced and groaned and tightened up, dizzy from the increased power of his fucking. He drove even harder and Jesslyn nearly lost her hold; her sweating thighs slid and then her heels struck the cement. He drove harder still and her orgasm went off again. He was drilling, staccato fashion. Jesslyn was weak and gasping. He shot once more and that set her off. Jesslyn moaned, raised her legs to draw him in again, and then she relaxed, her orgasm over.
"You rest those talented snatch muscles," he said, climbing off. "Be sure you don't do no more fucking till I come back."
He climbed off, pissed in a corner, then brandishing his belt, walked closer and she barely heard his approach. She felt his heat, though, and heard the heavy breathing. He circled like an animal about to strike, and that was what the Japs had turned him into. And she was the same; another animal cursed with the blood lust.
"What do you want?" The question came from her hesitantly. Her titties rose and fell as her words were spoken.
"Your cunt... your ass... your mouth..."
Yes, of course, that was what he wanted. A last beating and fuck before freedom.
They got her on her hands and knees and Sloan held her hips while Thomas swung the belt. Both men were naked and Sloan's cock rested on the upper ridge of fat above her asscheeks. Both men faced and while Thomas swung the belt, Sloan rubbed his cock on the soft fat.
Jesslyn's titties danced and she whimpered as the belt sang across her quivering buttocks. The leather snarled across the meaty slopes and the muscles danced and the welts and goose bumps exploded. Sloan wasn't getting pleasure from this awkward position so he crawled beneath her face and got his cock against her mouth and wrapping his legs around her head he pulled her close to his erection.
His cock was long and slim and red-capped. Her tongue unfurled. Her teeth scraped the shaft. Pre-cum oozed and then the cockhead struck the back of her throat. Jesslyn assailed Sloan's prick with her tongue and teeth and the cum erupted as Thomas criss-crossed and scratched her ass. As the belt buckles thudded against her plump buttocks Sloan's jizz scalded her tonsils.
The stinging, surging force poured down her throat as the force of the buckle beat her ass. A final swing, a final burst of strength that choked her and Thomas stopped, leaving her limp, weak, unaware of her orgasm.
Jesslyn, on instinct, opened her mouth wider and took Sloan's cock and balls. His hair tickled her chin and nose and the hot heavy sack filled her mouth. She blew her breath on his sack while her mouth pumped his cock. His nuts tightened. The prick thickened. Jesslyn drew back, leaving only the cockhead between her jaws. She pinched the head with her teeth until the jizz choked her throat. She tongue patted and cuddled and stroked, and the testes became a pair of scalding boulders.
Her mouth opened again and locked on the sack and the jizz spurted between her lips and dripped into her cleavage and she smeared the delicious cum on her titties and the nipples thrust at the touch of the warm substance. Jesslyn wondered, vaguely, what activities were planned for the afternoon.
Rapidly, Jesslyn ground her pelvis and the clitoris was buried in sweet succulence. The orgasm triggered. She held her breath as this latest ecstasy swelled and rushed through her flesh, and discharged on the cold passionless ground.
"That was pretty okay," Jesslyn muttered.
Jesslyn looked at the window. The sun was sliding toward the ceiling; it would be dusk in a little while.
Nine
The plan was to be executed during the evening meal. It was a simple plan. All that was needed was a willing victim. The food was brought in a large wood kettle and left inside the door by armed guards. There was no chance of rushing them when they were alerted.
The only utensil was a wood ladle. The men ate from it, then, when they finished, the ladle was given to Jesslyn. Seated, she bent her knees and rubbed the ladle over her lips, moistening her pussy. Then she lay back, knees still bent, and let the men position her so she was in view of the door, and the guards could see her. Then Jesslyn eased the handle into her pussy.
It was slim and curved slightly, but the wood was unvarnished and the splinters cut into her pussy, Jesslyn winced once when the tiny wood chips tore her snatch. Then she sighed, pleasure contorting her face, as the biting handle burrowed deeper. Jesslyn was moaning now, the veins in her throat distended, eyelids fluttering. Her tits were swollen and the nipples thrust. Her belly spasmed and her cunt twitched and her clitoris reverberated as the handle tore deeper.
The deeper it went the greater her lust and the more taut her clitoris became. The delicious aching pooled, then swelled and every inch of her cunt tasted the virile shaft that plunged through it. Jesslyn couldn't control herself now; her pussy quaked and she shivered and jammed the handle deeper, deeper and the hot sticky cum spilled and slicked the handle and she plunged it deeper.
Jesslyn corkscrewed the object and it was almost like being disemboweled by a thoughtless, cruel animal. For, as she thrust the awesome thing, her pussy began to bleed. And, of course, this is what the plan needed to appear authentic. For without the blood the Japs would never believe her role.
Finally, the handle was lodged against the back walls. The spoon protruded and filled with blood. Jesslyn was dizzy, gasping, and the room shifted and she felt light -headed and struggled to remain conscious.
The guards were called; softly Jesslyn wondered if she would be able to leave, too. The brute replied:
"Who gives a fuck about you? You did your job."
The final realization! It didn't surprise her, only made her more deeply committed to their destruction.
The door was jerked open. Two guards, stood across the threshold; one without his weapon, advanced to investigate. The youth tensed. As the guard stooped, giggled, he listened in Japanese to the situation, the prisoners pounced.
What he had counted on had happened: the Japs, concentrating on the bizarre tableau at their feet, ignored their captives for an instant. The prisoner used that moment to strike.
The Jap and the boy rolled across the room and the walls echoed with their cries and the rapid kick of the Jap gun which struck the guard. The dying Jap fell across her, entrails streaming... a steaming mass of raped organs and spurting blood. The shock, taste and smell aroused her. Screaming, Jesslyn struggled out from under the twitching body.
Jesslyn crawled toward the opposite wall, where the blood had not reached. She pulled the ladle out of her cunt, and gasping, fell against the wall.
Her ears rang with the shouts and gurgles of the victim, the clatter of small arms fire against the walls, the scream of the dying Jap. Her scream rose above the others.
Blood and pieces of flesh were flung against her tits and belly and she covered her face. And her screams of desire swelled and tore in her throat. Blood streamed from the Jap's nose, eyes, mouth, and he shit blood and intestines. The waste poured from his anus, drenching his legs and the floor. He fell, strangling on his innards. He rolled, jerking, stopping a foot from Jesslyn. The smell and the sight of the swollen eyes, still pouring blood, and the guts trickling from his rectum, sent shudders through her body and she felt those wounds.
Jesslyn's asshole quivered. Her cunt jerked. Her titties, like scarlet-capped mountains, thrust toward the ceiling. Her fingers spread back her labia and the clitoris quivered. Jesslyn thrust a finger into her wet snatch and rammed the finger against her clitoris. The organ spilled, even as the man's life's blood swirled from those wounds and eddied around the still twitching shoulders and hips. Jesslyn plunged faster now and the sensations, like lightning, shot through her cunt, belly, tits. The corpse added the dimension needed to make this finger-fuck more of a kick than a cock-fuck. Jesslyn crushed the gland under the finger, working the gland back and forth rapidly. She pressed the clitoris; the appendage was riveted to the throbbing organ. She twisted her wrist; the back and forth pressure shuddered over the nerves, deep in her snatch and the feeling was like being kissed by a hot poker. The heat shot through the clitoris and she experienced a sensation only experienced once before: when the mastiff fucked her. Jesslyn watched the twitching corpse, dreamt of the animal and jerked off. Bending her knees she crushed her tits against the clenched muscles. Spreading wider she could finger fuck which she did quickly, without shame, without awareness of what lay beyond this small perimeter. Unaware of the shots, shouts, the dull slap of bodies on wet stone, she jacked off. Her orgasm spurted and mixed with the blood on the floor. The hot, sticky fluid slid beneath her cheeks and clotted in the pussy hairs. And the odor of death was a smothering pillow. But she embraced it.
The other Jap guard fell, dead, nearby. Sloan and Thomas, armed now, fled. Jesslyn followed, cautiously remaining out of firing range, but close enough to be a part of the slaughter.
The courtyard was deserted. For a moment the boy who had killed Brad Lawson was perplexed. Then he decided on the big gamble.
Desperate for escape, the Britishers started across the yard. From the doorway Jesslyn watched the careful passage. Eyes darting, they took the yard a foot at a time. As the barbed wire barricades drew nearer, they became more bold. Sprinting now, he was within arm's reach of escape.
The excitement ravaged Jesslyn's cunt. She shuddered, squatted, jammed two fingers in her snatch and wiggled and stroked and ground her supple pussy.
The escapee was at the gate. The kid gun-butted the unlocked barrier and as the gate swung open, creaking and shuddering, the first blast of fire from the jungle ripped the youth, flung him backward, left leg kicking while the right supported his weight. His arms shot out from his body and the rifle flew against the barbed wire where it remained impaled. Gagging, his hands found the five evenly spaced wounds in his stomach and clenched the burning, stinging holes. The boy's life spilled through those holes, between his fingers and over the wire in front of him. Shaking, mouth wide, eyes glazed and fixed, he fell forward; his face and body ripped on the wire. The force of the fall sagged the barrier but as he slid along the sharp teeth the fence straightened. And when he came to rest, in an angled position, near the bottom of the fence, the barrier rippled slightly, then stopped, motionless, it's ugly victim strung in a bizarre pose across it's face.
Jesslyn was stroking furiously now, rubbing her titties on the sharp wood wall. The tableau was fixed in her mind; and she fingered faster, harsher, tearing her flesh, sobbing as the first spurts dampened her thighs. The Japs used the British for target practice; the fire columns ripped and snorted and severed arteries and fine young muscle and raped the flesh and flung the carcass, to kick and writhe in the filth of their bodies. And the bodies began to kick not quite so furiously and the limbs twitched and slowly that stopped, too. The firing ceased and the smoke and smell hovered in the still, humid night, to be scattered by a distant breeze off the Yangtze which was a mild spit of air by the time it penetrated the jungle.
Jesslyn was alone in the compound now. The jungle, where the Japs had been hiding, rustled as they climbed down from the trees. But, right then, it was just she, and the dog and the instruments of bondage. The animal was penned in back. The bondage room was down the hall. The keys were somewhere.
Where? she wondered as she searched Saito's desk. There they were, hidden under a mound of papers. The yard remained deserted. Jesslyn shut and locked the door and ran to the room. Her tits ached and her cunt was taut, the clitoris swollen and throbbing.
She jerked the door open. The light made her blink and she groped to a cabinet. It was unlocked and what she wanted was right there. Jesslyn quickly outfitted herself, made it to a side window as the Japs pounded on the door. Jesslyn dropped to the ground; still in a squat she assessed the terrain. She couldn't see too well; the dusk had quickly become night. Jesslyn felt her way to the rear of the compound. The day they had given her the shower she had surveyed the area. The pen was behind the stalls and the gate was beyond that. Jesslyn needed a key for the lock but she was well protected; she could climb. The animal growled as Jesslyn passed and she said:
"I'll be back for you later, beauty. As soon as I find a safe place."
Jesslyn was over the fence now, dropping into the darkness. Her muscles tensed. The leather hugged and trapped in her body but as she dropped the descent's force turned the girdle into a leather massage. The snugness caressed.
Jesslyn hit the ground, fell, got up and groped through the tangled underbrush. Behind her, twigs snapped and a heavy breath burst. They had picked up her scent. Jesslyn wasn't afraid; she welcomed the challenge. She elbowed through the tight vine cover, in her mind marking her way so she could return.
They were moving closer; the distance between them was diminishing. She hurried on. Vines slapped and branches slapped at her tits and butt. The blows were muted by the leather vest and breeches. The vest was tight and held together by leather thongs. The breeches clutched her ripe ass and thighs and the knee-high leather boots, though snug, supported her weight and hugged her calves.
Behind her a flashlight was turned on; the brief snap of the stud being activated was submerged by the snapping foliage. Light beamed a foot over her head and particles radiated her right shoulder. She ducked left, stumbling, recovering. She tightened her grip on the object coiled in her belt, slapping against her hip. Like a python it was long, vicious. An ally in this hostile environment.
Jesslyn bumped into a tree, thick, gnarled, but the limbs seemed firm. A good place to take a stand.
Jesslyn felt the whip, satisfied that it was in place. Then the other hip. The machete pulled easily from the scabbard. The handle was balanced. The weapon would be easy to use. She put the weapon back. Reaching for an overhanging limb, she jumped, grabbed the limb and, wrapping her thighs around the trunk, she began her climb.
Poised on the limb fifteen feet above the ground, Jesslyn was able to strike. She held her breath; every nerve was tight. Her pussy throbbed and her flesh was sensitive to the leather. She was sweating and the leather seemed to shrink and strangle her titties. Of course, that was only imagination.
Jesslyn waited, listened for the crunch of twigs and heard the sound grow nearer. The machete came out. The footsteps came closer. The light scanned the ground and when the Jap was five feet away, he saw the unbroken terrain ahead and he stopped. The light glared; she wasn't able to see who the enemy was. But she smelled the man... knew who he was. Corporal Saito she thought, and her belly tightened. Jesslyn clenched the machete, then when she was sure of the distance and position of the target, she dropped. The machete was buried in the Jap's chest. A gasp that be came a gurgle and he went down beneath her.
She jerked the machete from the thrashing victim, drew it across the chest, slicing the flat pectorals. She was blood drenched and the smell and hot stickiness made her lust twitch and swell her clitoris. But no time now for lust. She held the gurgling, thrashing corpse to the ground; the blood slickened his midsection and the knee which pinned him began to slide. One last incision to finish off this enemy. Her orgasm was throbbing as she wielded the instrument. Raising the blade higher, holding it horizontally, she drove the machete forward, all her strength behind the lunge. The weapon made a clean cut. More blood gushed from the throat wound. Tendons became soggy twine. The muscles spasmed, independent of each other.
Jesslyn hovered close, the writhings of death caressed her sweating leather clad body. The foul odor was like the breath of hell, beckoning, and she was tempted to flatten herself against this jerking mass of severed limbs. But her orgasm was thundering now and just by locking her crotch she was able to get her orgasm.
The cum popped dully against the tight leather breeches. Jesslyn sighed, tightened up and rubbed off the last of the lust. Her breath burst faster as the orgasm slowed. Enveloping her was the odor and feel of death and she felt a deeper lust, one not satisfied sexually. This feeling frightened her, made her draw away. As she started to rise, hands seized her, twisted her away from the corpse and flung her to the ground. She struck her head on a tree and, momentarily dazed, she lay helpless while the Jap hastily lashed leather thongs around her wrists, then her ankles. Then she was hoisted to her feet, shoved against the tree.
"You surely don't think I would go out into the night alone?" The voice belonged to Corporal Saito.
Chapter Ten
The whip was used to tie her to the tree. Then with the flashlight tucked into the cradle like "V" of a tree limb from an adjoining tree, he stripped. The dimming light gave enough illumination. The flat, hairless flesh, the wiry muscles and the huge cock sprouting from that slim frame began to arouse her.
Saito reached her, carefully untied the thongs. Her titties leaped and slapped. The nipples were hard and she turned her head as his mouth descended, the hot breath raising the peaks even more. Then his wet lips touched each cresting cap and the teeth came down, locking on the thrusting nipples and he chewed and lathered the big tits with saliva, and he bit down hard and the razor-like pain threw her shoulders back, and the big, firm titties danced and slapped and the teeth raked each nipple and he squeezed and clutched the one tit while he chewed the other.
The pain, sweet pain, was unbearable. The shuddering increased, spread into her belly and down to the snatch. Jesslyn clenched her thighs, rolled her hips. He laughed as he flattened his big cock against her lower belly. He continued chewing her tits and as he did he undid the belt of the breeches. He jerked the pants to her knees. The aroma of her sweat, and lust, mingled with his sweat. The insects buzzed and the night closed in around them.
Saito crowded to her belly, worked his head between the labia; the spreading lips sighed and popped. He continued chewing and squeezing while he wiggled his hips, found her fuck-corridor, and pushed. The massive cock split her tight muscles and she gasped, then, groaned as he drove deeper without pausing. Jesslyn spread wider and the cock filled her cunt. Her clitoris vibrated and her titties became even more sensitive.
The delicious pain in Jesslyn's pussy spread rapidly, engulfing her snatch and tingling her clitoris. Like a thousand needles the assault punctured her cunt. Jesslyn trembled. The needles dug deeper, turning her steaming depths into an inferno. The fire in her snatch raged while the teeth and sharp fingernails raked her titties. Welts exploded on her tits and in her cunt and the excitement swelled, became an inferno.
She couldn't stand it any longer! Screaming, rending the jungle's silence, she bucked her belly, her cunt clutched his prick and she swallowed his prick. Her ass tore against the trunk and shards of bark were imbedded between her meaty buttocks. Her snatch held him tightly and he had to thrash her pussy to start that last fervid stroking.
"Oh," she sobbed as he tore her insides, bruised her clitoris. Saito jammed his cock up to the base of the shaft, then jerked back, then forward, a harsh brutal attack, but one she had to have to get her orgasm.
He slammed up into her belly, pinned to the tree while he bucked furiously. His hot cum stung her wounded snatch and the jizz spilled down her upper thighs. And her orgasm gushed, covering his balls and shaft. One last driving thrust, then he blew the last of his cum and began to go soft. But, still half hard, he undid the lash that held her to the tree, turned her around; she was too weary, too eager to see what he had planned, to struggle. The mood dominated her, making her want to be used as she had been used all along. Now that her blood-lust was satisfied she was willing to become subservient once more.
Saito pushed her face forward against the tree. He re-tied her. Her cheek was pressed into the moldy rough bark. Her titties were flattened and crushed. Her cunt was shoved against the rough edged surface and as he pressed his cock to her jiggling asscheeks, the bark rubbed her pussy, Jesslyn opened slightly as he rammed his cum-slickened cock into her narrow hind-crease. The prick burned. The frantic rhythm forced bark into her snatch, forced her hips to move as her ass danced.
Jesslyn moved with him, then against him as his cock slid and burned and dumped jizz. The slam of the jizz into her asshole quivered her guts and she gasped and thrashed faster.
Saito fucked harder, blowing great bursts of cum into her anus. The hot assault excited her cunt and the bark moved like glass slivers, scraping her clitoris. She cried out, a short, gasping breath, and drove against him and he came down in a final lunge. The cum ebbed and he pulled out. Moving softly behind her, he found the object he was looking for. While he looked she took in the air, filled her lungs with it, coughed on the tiny insects. He was returning; he had found what he was looking for and she tried to remember what he had dropped when he undressed.
The cool sharp object scraped over her tense buttocks. She groaned. He was going to slice her ass! Jesslyn begged him not to, but he laughed and told her it would be the final, wonderful fuck... the orgasm that would drive her into eternity.
The blade slapped her ass and she pulled on the thongs, fought to escape before the blade did it's work.
"You white scum," he snarled. "You and all your race will feel the anger of our people. We will castrate, mutilate, and disembowel you all!"
The corporal swung the blade, striking the right cheek. A tiny cut; the blade nipped, a slim slitting of flesh. Her jerking and pulling had thrown off his aim. In the dim light he was unable to strike the exact spot he had aimed at.
The second blow was high. The flat of the blade caught her above the hips and as she struggled she felt the whip give. His faulty aim had produced her opportunity for escape!
Jesslyn pulled harder, leaning her weight against the severed lash. The whip gave; she fell; the machete cut bark. She was free! She scooted backward while he pulled at the weapon, imbedded in the trunk.
Struggling, skinning her ankles and wrists, Jesslyn loosened the thongs. Her ass was raw and flakes of bark slid into her moist ass and cunt. He was closing the distance, swinging that evil weapon. She moved faster. A quick jerk and the thongs slid from her ankles. Up now, she turned and ran. He gasped and swung the machete, gouging at the dense underbrush on either side of him.
Jesslyn charged through the tightly coiled foliage. The brush whipped and tore at her titties and face, and she whimpered and plunged on. She stumbled twice, recovered, used her elbows and shoulders to drive through the tangled mass.
Saito was so close now she heard the whisper of the machete cutting air, and his labored breathing. Jesslyn plunged on. The thongs around her wrists slid as she tore at them. Finally, after a massive burst of strength, she tore free. Still running, she strained her eyes for escape. But, under the dim moonlight, all she saw was the lumped shadows of more foliage ahead and on either side.
Directly ahead, less than ten feet away, was a clenched mixture of vines and low hanging tree limbs. She would never be able to penetrate that. The only thing she could do was try to save herself. Turning quickly to face the enemy she flung herself back, landing in the soft tangled mass. As expected the undergrowth was a cushion for her weight. Jesslyn lay there for that split second it took the Jap fucker to get within range. He was swinging the machete, slicing wildly at the brush. The overhanging debris partially hid her; in another moment he would be on top of her.
Jesslyn measured distance; measured the odds of her weight overpowering his. There was a chance if she hit him right, and that machete didn't come down on her. The tightly packed growth bunched between her legs and she rubbed quickly. Her clitoris responded. Her cunt welled with lust oil. A few more seconds...
Saito charged like a blind bull. Jesslyn rubbed faster and the excitement of her potential conquest further accelerated her passion. She bit her lip to keep from crying out; her orgasms flooded and the intense feeling of relief thudded her cunt and her titties strained and her belly shook.
The popping orgasm swirled and mingled with the hushed jungle sounds, and the Jap's heavy breathing, low cursing. A few more feet now...
Six feet away and she lowered her head, leaned back and used the underbrush as a launching pad. Her shoulders, as she leaped toward him, were down; she was aimed at his middle; the machete swung above his head. They collided. He yelped, grunted, as air burst through his lungs. Winded and surprised, he didn't alternate the backward direction he was falling toward. He struck the ground, one shoulder slamming into a tree. The machete fell to his side. She rolled, hitting another tree.
They were boxed in; surrounded by this cul de sac with less than five feet of fighting space, they struggled to regain balance. She had the advantage of surprise and used it. The machete was under her ass; the flat side covered one buttock. All she had to do...
Jesslyn reached under her as she got to her feet. In a crouch, the weapon heavy in her hand, she judged distance, and swung. The blade struck his knees. Screaming, he rolled away from the descending arc. But the narrow space prevented escape. On the defensive for the first time in his brief military career, he tried desperately, vainly to devise an escape. But there was none.
Pleading for mercy, he flailed his arms, rubbed his back against a trunk as he struggled to escape the wrath of this panting, advancing woman.
Jesslyn was close enough now. One short blow... She couldn't see, but his sobbing told her where his upper trunk was; the sound of his boots gouging at the ground told her where his legs were. Shock would be setting in right about now. One short blow would do the job. But she stood there, titties swollen and heaving, thighs and legs clenched, waiting for the blood-lust to come, and it did, and she barked an order and, sobbing weakly, gagging and struggling, he managed an erection and she held the blade horizontally and squatted on that big cock, felt around until she got the shaft positioned and eased down so that big prick sliced into her pussy. And as the big cock pierced the hole, became enveloped in her lush, snug pussy, she wiggled her ass and the cock went deeper, crushing against the tingling clitoris. Grunting, she pressed the blade to his throat, pinning him to the tree. She wiggled her big ass and the cock reamed her pussy and the orgasms erupted and she held him fast as the prick tore into her snatch, triggered further orgasms. And, as he begged for mercy, his cock softened.
"This is for robbing me of a man... a man that held me, fucked me good, made me forget the hell I was trapped in for a little while." And, as the Jap cried out, she bore her weight forward.
His cry became a gasp, then a gurgle. The blade slowly penetrated the tense muscles and neck tendons. Blood burst forth; the blade went deeper. His head, then his body, quivered, tensed, then writhed. Still deeper the blade went. Inches of muscle were severed. More blood... Retching as he choked on his veins and cartilage and blood. And she exerted even more pressure. She flinched as the hot blood covered her, and the head dropped into his lap and rolled against her legs.
Jesslyn got up, then, dizzy, exhausted, but not horrified. No, the animals, on both sides of the grim boundaries that war constructs, had made of her an animal, without mercy, endowed with the animal's cunning. Jesslyn was prepared now for the final phase of her plan.
But before that final phase could be put into force, Jesslyn had to cope with another of Saito's cadre.
As she found her directions a soft, cracking sound made her stop. The sound was directly up ahead, at what had to be the end of the only passable route from the camp into the jungle and back again. She had traversed this path and hadn't seen or heard any animals heavy enough to make that loud a sound. The animal could have just now returned from its nocturnal foray into the jungle, she thought as she stealthily made her way through the brush toward the camp.
The path widened a few feet up ahead then narrowed. Large ancient trees on either side of the path had heavy limbs which drooped onto the path, making access difficult. It was funny, she thought. She didn't recall this much foliage when she escaped the camp.
But she was in a hurry and didn't give much thought to it. After all she had hurriedly retreated from camp. She could easily have ignored these obstacles.
Five feet more and the three limbs prevented easy access. Another step and she heard a steady, heavy, rhythmically pulsating sound. And, as she analyzed the sound she continued on toward camp. Too late she realized what the sound was. By then she had taken ten more steps. As she drew back, sensing what lay ahead, the rope trap was jerked shut. Another jerk of the coarse fibered rope and she lost her balance, fell and was yanked, feet first, toward the uppermost branches.
Her hair and arms hung down. Her fingers, grubbled dirt. Her titties rolled and slapped as she was pulled even higher. The wheezing, grunting soldier, a faceless entity, applied more force, to suspend Jesslyn three feet off the ground. She dangled like a side of beef. Grunting, dizzy, the blood rushed to her head and she dangled there, helpless, overtaken by surprise and the aftershock of her encounter with Saito.
A cigarette lighter was lit. The portly Jap guard approached, to stand within inches of Jesslyn. She groaned, and struggled and the Jap sadist watched and enjoyed her discomfort. He said, in English: "You recognize me from the torture room? My cock was the one that soiled your asshole," and he giggled, a high pitched, pinched sound that grated the stillness of the night. "Now, that we are together, and my Corporal Saito is, as you Americans say, out of the picture, I wonder just what I will do for you. Have you no preferences?" And again that grating hyena's laugh.
"I'd like to fuck your ass with a hot poker, you slanty-eyed pig fucker."
"Oh, yes," he chortled, "the plump American also has a fat tongue." The laughter went out of his voice. "Well, now, we shall just see how funny you can be." He held the lighter at arm's length. The flames reached her long flowing hair. The ends crackled and curled and disappeared. Jesslyn writhed, feeling the heat advance. The Jap slob continued chuckling, giggling like a crazed man as the flames licked more of her hair, burning inexorably toward her scalp. Then when a strip of hair had been singed from her shoulder to her scalp, the Jap got another idea. Moving closer, his teeth spittle-slick and shining in the dim flames, the Jap passed the flame under her chin.
Jesslyn groaned and tried to pull away but all she succeeded in doing is swinging in a short arc, then swing back again where the flame was. The Jap raised his arm. The flames licked toward her titties. The nipples, bathed in heat, swelled and filled and blushed darkly in the dim glow. She cried out, but even as the pain spread through her nipples and along the tender nerves of her breast, an even stronger sensation grew in her pussy. Her cunt tightened. She tightened her snatch, trying to crush the glimmer of desire that was quickly spreading. Her clitoris was swollen now and while the flames singed and darkened her already sore nipples the lust swelled in her vagina and knotted in her belly. Her cunt itched with passion; it was like a thousand insects had invaded her pussy only each insect was made of sharp-edged steel. The lust ground and surged and ripped and she was powerless to control its painful surging.
Jesslyn begged him to stop, knowing this was what he wanted to hear, giving him the fuel to feed his passion for, she knew, once aroused, he would have to lower her, to fuck her and then she would have her chance. Her revenge. So let this gloating slob gloat and chortle and inflict his pain. She would have her revenge. And it would be even more ferocious than this Jap peasant could ever dream of.
The Jap let the flame linger in her cleavage and the stink of burning flesh clogged his nostrils, made him retch, made her weep softly. Jesslyn fought for control and was able, by sheer force of will, to keep from screaming.
The pain in her snatch was matched only by the agony in her titties. She dangled there, the skin turning scarlet, the tears flowing, the short breath bursts kicking at her diaphragm. Jesslyn held her temper, her agony at bay while her titties filled and became hard, while the gooseflesh erupted and the lust oil oozed.
The Jap smelled her musky lust scent over the stink of her burned skin. His eyes glittered with inspiration and without giving it a second thought he held the lighter higher, trying to reach her cunt. Without success. She was suspended too high. Snapping the lighter shut, he unwound the rope from the adjoining limb and cautiously lowered her to the ground. Not all the way, though. Just low enough to bring her cunt closer to the cigarette lighter.
The rope re-tied, he ignited the flame. Jesslyn waited, judging distance, measuring this animal. Around his waist was a small side arm and the leather cap that covered the grip was unsnapped. For quick use, she thought. And she would not give him a chance to use the pistol.
Giggling, the sadist slowly raised his arm. The flame licked toward her dripping, thick-haired slit. The red lips puckered and turned redder as more passion oil erupted. Jesslyn waited, held her breath, tried to control the lust spasms in her snatch.
The flame advanced, licking higher. The thicket curled and the smell of incinerated hair drifted upward. The smoke curled and then the stink of scorched skin became thicker, like the fog off a refuse dump on a cold morning. She bleated, begged, giving him the fuel to bring up his perverted lust. His cock thickened and he had a difficult time holding the lighter steady.
Meantime, by sheer force of will, she licked her lips, opening her mouth, snaking her tongue along the even curve of her upper jaw. He saw out of the corner of his eye and his cock got harder.
Calling her an obscene name in Japanese, he set the lighter down on a rock, dropped his pants and stood there, his cock a truncheon, growing harder as the foul humid air smote the sweating shaft. The Jap, eyes fixed on her dangling titties, heaving belly and lust drenched, nearly hairless labia, began pumping the shaft.
"You fool," she mocked. "You jack off and here I am with a wet, willing mouth." She lowered her voice to a sensual growl. "You Jap animal. You saw me suck off your superior officer. In that room of hell. Remember? I sucked him, and I can suck you. If only you'll let me." The veins danced in her forehead and temples and the tendons stood out in her neck. She made herself control her vengeance. She had to be calm, almost dispassionate, very cool headed. She had to judge her distance.
The Jap crouched, stood on his toes to reach her mouth. She began by lashing the cockhead, snaking the tongue around the sensitive dome. As the pre-cum spurted, she reached slowly for his hips, grabbed his hips, held him tightly, thrashed the shaft, sampling the sweating, thick veined skin, tasting the semen which had begun to spill.
His pants were down to his thighs. The ammo clip, side arm and belt dangled against his kneecaps. Hold steady. Don't give it away by a sudden, ill-timed move.
Jesslyn traced the shaft, reaching with her tongue-tip for the base of his shaft. He moved closer, his thighs and calves tightly knotted. Her tongue licked the lower veins, touching finally the shaft's base. He squealed, moved closer, and his pants drooped lower.
Damn, if he made another sudden move, and he would when he crested, the pants would drop lower, beyond reach.
Jesslyn clamped her teeth on the spurting cock, tearing skin, squeezing the jizz through the narrow slit. He made that sudden move, a spasm of agony, screaming as he jerked. But, by then, her hand flashed to the belt, to the place where the pistol was. Fingers closed on the cold ribbed grip. She pulled the weapon free of the leather holster, rammed the muzzle into his fat belly, praying that the safety was off. As he struggled she jerked the trigger.
Jesslyn didn't hear the explosion. She was too close. Only a dim vibration told her that the gun had gone off. That, and the kick of the pistol. Clamping down on the shaft, she fired once more. His intestines splattered, covered her face and she shut her eyes and fired again. Then she opened her mouth and he fell, squirming, gagging, thrashing his stumpy legs in the dirt, his retchings becoming damp, turning into a gurgle as the blood flooded his throat.
Jesslyn squirmed, swung back and forth, using her weight as a cantilever. Finally, after a few minutes, she rubbed the rope sufficiently to weaken the bond. A final swing and the rope came undone and she fell beside the still-squirming mass of blood and severed flesh.
Kicking the Jap brute over on his quivering face she shoved the muzzle up his ass and fired. The corpse was catapulted three feet along the ground, coming to rest against a massive gnarled tree trunk. She wiped the muzzle on the pants and, while the passion and excitement pounded her cunt, she undid her breaches, let them fall. The cool air smote her sweating skin, raising the gooseflesh, and her own perverse passion.
Without hesitation she rammed the still damp muzzle up her twat and spreading her legs wide, she rapidly sawed her cunt with the pistol. Her buttocks, tight like a virgin's twat, quivered and danced. Her legs were flexed. Her titties taut against the leather vest.
And Jesslyn ground the pistol in her cunt, bruising the already sore cunt muscles, striking her clitoris again and again, unmercifully bringing out her orgasm until the flesh reddened and became agonizingly tender, and the clitoris was empty.
Then she dropped her hand. Now she was ready to put her plan into effect.
Chapter Eleven
The blood adhered to her belly and thighs and tits. The blood was nearly dry but clots still moved whenever she took a step. As she squatted outside the main compound gate the gouts slid into her pussy, a warming intrusion that fueled her cunt.
But there was no time now for fucking, only the revenge that had been too long in coming. Jesslyn took the whip from her belt, tightened it into a snug ball, then almost as though she had been born with the instinct she waved it over her head. As the whip uncoiled, it cut the air, whispering at the guard who stood with his profile to the gate. He did a half turn, strained against the cover of darkness, tried to penetrate the deep cover.
He couldn't see her; the black leather covered her lush white nakedness. The black leather lash stung the silence; the guard didn't know what was tearing the late evening quiet until the whip slammed his throat, coiled and chewed his neck. The cry of pain strangled, he flailed his arms, struggled with the weight of his piece.
Her legs braced, Jesslyn yanked and he toppled into the barbed wire. She tightened the lash, rolled it around her arm, pulling steadily as the thrashing man tugged against her. She drew closer and the man's struggles grew weaker. She was right up against the wire and could see the death throes. The sight was almost as exciting as the sight of man's prick. Yes, she thought, only more so.
A final pull, with all her weight behind it, and the guard's neck snapped. His tongue was an ugly, black, flopping snake, stinging against his chin. His eyes protruded and his limbs twitched. Jesslyn left the whip where it was, to be retrieved later. She used Saito's flash. The keys were on his opposite hip and she had to ease her hand through a crevice and undo the belt. The belt came off and she dragged it across the body. She got the keys, cautiously extricated her hand and unlocked the gate. The search was still on for her; a skeleton crew, no more, would be billeted inside.
Through the front door and down the stairs, the guard's key in hand, the machete dangling from her belt. Jesslyn unlocked the torture room, found the bowl of kindling used to heat the firebrand. She got the fire going. She pushed the burning bowl into the hall, came around in front of it, dumped the burning contents on the floor. Jumping out of the way to avoid the sparks she hurried down the hall, to the stairs. The floor was cement but the walls and doors were wood trimmed. The fire would be a diversion, and no more than that. But that would give her the time she needed.
Quietly up the stairs, past the sleeping men. Her clitoris throbbed as she remembered the forced parade. Well, this time the parade would be quite different! Jesslyn paused for a body count, then went on down the hall.
Saito's office door was open. Jesslyn keyed the weapons cabinet, found a lightweight carbine, one she was sure she could handle, and enough shells to stand off the entire nip army.
Down the stairs again, and out the front door, and across the compound, to the gate. Smoke drifted through the front door and up into the room of barracks.
Another moment... then...
Jesslyn crossed the yard; the gun was balanced against her hip. Cries clattered against the interior of the building. Jesslyn advanced, calm, efficient. Not even the heat between her legs intruded, nor the stench of Saito's blood.
Jesslyn stopped midway between the compound door and the main gate. She stood and waited for these sleep-drugged, unarmed men to come pouring out of their warm beds, into the hot humid night... to their deaths.
They were coming; Jesslyn heard their curses, their naked feet on the wood stairs. They were almost there; she could almost smell their sweat and wet dream deposits crusted to their skivvies. Her trigger finger tightened. The gun butt was heavy against her hip. She braced both feet, squatted slightly to accept the recoil of the weapon.
The first two soldiers cleared the doorway, coughing, and smoke billowed behind them. Jesslyn waited for three more to follow and when the five soldiers were over the threshold, coughing, spitting, rubbing smoke out of their eyes, she opened fire.
The first round tore them, tossed them and they danced like puppets. They stumbled as the slugs brutalized their young bodies. They shouted, spun and fell. Five of their comrades rushed down the stairs, stumbling through the doorway, bellowing in their native tongue. She opened fire and they threw themselves left, right, backward. They were uncoordinated, falling against each other, like roaches exposed to light.
Jesslyn emptied the clip. Her aim was nearly perfect, but at this distance she could hardly miss. She reloaded, her fingers calm, expert, like this work was what she was born to do. Then she advanced, firing at the twitching bodies, ripping the doorway, then crossing into the hall, and up the stairs. Three more remained. They were up there, and she was too aroused to be cautious.
Jesslyn found them in the barracks, loading their weapons, babbling, their heads clogged with sleep. She stood in the doorway and opened fire. The one on her right was flung against the bunk behind him. He rolled against the frame and lay still beside it. Number two, on the left, dropped to his belly, taking quick aim. But not quick enough. The slugs chipped splinters near her cheek. Her fire tore the top of his head off.
The last man, directly ahead, fumbled with the clip, dropped the shells, scrambled after them. She let him retrieve the shells, force them back in the clip. Then Jesslyn sprayed the floor at her feet, working toward the bawling youth.
And he fumbled with the piece, jamming the clip in sideways. Screaming, he scooted backward on his knees and flung the piece at her. In his terrified haste, his aim was off and the piece fell to the right, striking the floor as the spray of bullets chewed the floor, flung splinters, steadily and slowly reached the target.
The Jap youth was against the wall now, on his knees, arms outstretched, beseeching. His face contorted, the sweat gushing, flecks of bile standing out on his lips. And she let go of the trigger and as the staccato clatter reverberated and then faded, she advanced, the piece at her side, her finger on the trigger.
"You're so beautiful, you slanty-eyed motherfucker, I just can't see wasting such a gorgeous thing as you." In front of him she stopped. Already the lust was pulsing. "Give me your tongue, you bastard." Jesslyn undid her breeches, pulled them with one hand from her sweating crotch. The leather came away with a soft pop. While he stared, wide-eyed, uncomprehending, she spread her lips and came to him, raising her mound, spreading her legs. "You suck me off real good, fucker, and you might live awhile longer." And she shoved her hairy cunt against his open mouth.
He sucked her rapidly; his tongue delved into the dripping snatch. Jesslyn pressed her cunt to his mouth, ordered him to use his teeth and he chewed as he sucked. The sharp incisors tore the lips while the tongue thrashed the clitoris. And she loved the biting, the sucking, the domination and her only regret was that this lad was the only one left... the only one she could use as his comrades had used her. The chance of her standing off the others who were still in the jungle searching for her, was slim. Even slimmer was the chance of her abducting one soldier at a time, using that one man at a time to be her subservient lust object. So all Jesslyn could do was use this boy, enjoy using him and take whatever she could get whenever she could get it.
His tongue was drenched now with her orgasm; Jesslyn stood on tiptoes, grinding her hips, her ass dancing, smothering the helpless youth in her humid, hairy puss. As she crowded against him he took that to mean she needed more, had to have more of his thrashing tongue, and he stroked faster, sending her off into a greater paroxysm of delight. The orgasms boiled and churned and surged, and gradually ebbed and finally ceased. And she stepped back, full of regret.
"I can't take you with me, fuck-mouth." Jesslyn aimed and he screamed, spitting her orgasm. "There just isn't room for you in my life." She emptied the clip. He was flung against the wall and the steady burst ripping his body pinned him, and the flesh was flung and the splinters daggered the smoky air and he disappeared in cordite mists and his form evaporated, became a pulp-like, bloody mass and then he was a crimson saturated lump lying at the intersection of the wall and floor. Her clitoris pumped as the slugs tore him apart. Jesslyn was still cumming when the weapon's chamber was empty. Painfully aroused she thrust the rifle's maw between her legs, up her pussy, and the burning mouth scalded her cunt and the flesh hissed and she ground the piece into the smoldering flesh and her cum exploded, popping rapidly against the mouth of the piece... as rapidly as the piece had hurled the cartridges.
Jesslyn was finished, then, and pulled up her breeches and reloaded and hurried down the stairs. The night was clear. The humidity was dissipated; the wind off the Yangtze spread the moisture-heavy air and cleared some of the death stench.
Jesslyn listened, smiled when all she heard was the steady buzz of the insects and the throaty cries of the myriad small animals that infested the jungle. She also heard the bawl of the dog. "Yes, my lover, yes," Jesslyn breathed. Her titties strained in the leather vest and her cunt again surged and her thighs, belly and ass rippled. She ran to the rear of the compound where the animal was quartered.
He stood on hind legs, scratching at the chain link fence surrounding the pen. The beast snarled then recognized her and panted and scratched furiously. She called to him, her mouth as wet as her cunt. Jesslyn fumbled with the lock, jerked it when she failed to find the right key. Then, in her haste, she dropped the keys, dropped on all four beside the pen and searched for the ring. The Doberman growled, impatient for the woman. And she sobbed, the rage of her bizarre lust tearing, searing her cunt.
The huge mastiff was standing on hind paws, straining against the fence, its belly flat against the pen, its cock steadily growing, penetrating one of the linked squares, and she was too aroused to search any further; she had to touch, taste this brute, feel the thrusting prick. On her knees in front of him she reached the prick with her hands and massaged the shaft and the beast growled and snapped at the fence and strained against the barrier and she was overcome with lust and fell on her side, her mouth and tongue searching for the throbbing cock and she found it and her mouth locked on the pale, hairy prick and her tongue lashed the cock and the beast's lust spurted and she let the sour gouts scald and singe her gums and tongue and she drank it all down. And the beast flung itself against the fence. Jesslyn laved the cock and when she could swallow no more of the strange tasting fluids, she let him go. He was still erect, still straining, scratching the fence, flinging itself with stronger, more urgent gyrations against the barrier.
Scrambling for the keys, Jesslyn begged the beast not to hurt itself and the animal, not understanding and too aroused to pay heed to the urgent, shaking, soothing, husky tone continued throwing itself against the fence.
But then Jesslyn found the keys and jammed the right key in the lock and the lock fell and she jerked the fence gate open and, ripping her breeches down, threw herself into the pen and the dog leaped onto her belly and she spread wide and the cock rubbed her thigh and she wiggled her ass and raised her legs, and they came together, the cock jamming her cunt, and she shuddered. The pain was excruciating... delicious! Jesslyn pushed closer, shoving his cock deeper, damn near splitting her pussy with the huge, driving rod. And the saliva splattered her bare titties and her belly was covered by the strong, hairy belly and the beast crushed her and she loved it, craved the burning prick and strong teeth and thick tongue lashing and tearing her tits.
The pain intensified as the beast smelled the blood caked to her body and he sunk his teeth into her titties. The firebrands rent her tits and she loved it even more; her nerves were once again alive and her blood raced and she was dizzy as orgasm after orgasm shuddered and exploded. And, in her heat, she failed to realize the frenzy that the beast was working up to.
Jesslyn clutched his cock, locked her legs around him, holding him, pulling him deeper into her cunt and his balls were crushed to the lower slope of her cunt and the welter of lust that this thrashing, writhing woman was sending through him further excited his blood lust.
He tore into her with vengeance, no longer able to distinguish between the lust object that she was, and the object that he must tear apart to satisfy a non-sexual appetite. His prick was buried in her cunt; he tore her shoulders and sunk his teeth in her throat. As the claws gouged and the teeth ripped her throat she raised her ass, jerked her hips rapidly, and set off this last orgasm. She quivered. The orgasm scalded. Her nerves vibrated. Every atom in her body responded. She crested. The blood spurted, covering the thrashing beast. The claws and teeth severed muscle and cartilage, struck and chipped bone and tendon and nerve.
The beast, its jaws locked on her throat, jerked and shook its head and severed the veins. And as Jesslyn slipped into the black abyss the last orgasm swelled and she used the last of her energy writhing; her cunt spasmed; the cum burst and she floated down... down...