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Detention Camp (MF, nc, rp, war)
by PaddleHer@aol.com
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The civil war in Central Europe was in its fourth year. It was not a war
of high-tech jet fighters but one of guerrilla city street fighting, and
suited Major Teilchech's lustful appetite.
Teilchech's superior rebel forces had seized the city within hours and
he set up headquarters in the city's derelict airport - its fenced off
perimeter was a made=to=order detention camp.
His orders were simple. Enslave the civilian populace to work in the many
factories for crucial war supplies. On the first day of occupation,
Teilchech's forces rounded up over 100 civilians. They were herded from
2-ton trucks into one of the airplane hangers.
The people were fearful, as stories of torture and brutality by the rebels
were well known. Teilchech supervised, ordering the women to one side
of the hanger, the men to the other.
"If you obey orders, you will not be harmed. If you don't you will be
punished," Teilchech stated. There was a glee in his smirk as he walked
up and down the aisle separating the men and women. "Examinations
as to your physical abilities will begin at once. Get undressed."
Teilchech anticipated the reluctant horror from the gathered prisoners,
and before anyone could react, shot is pistol in the air, and screamed,
"NOW!" The loud gun shot echoed in the cavernous hanger and
caused panic. "NOW!" and Major Teilchech again fired the gun into
the curved ceiling.
Teilcheck confidently walked up and down the aisle separating the men
and women, slapping his whip against the leather of his knee high polished
leather boots. He watched them undress, amused at the terror in their
eyes. Another thunderous gun shot in the air caused more cries of muffled
panic, but had the desired effect of making the prisoners undress faster.
Within a few minutes, all the prisoners were naked. The modest men and
women used their hands and arms to cover their private parts. Across
from each other each could see wives, husbands, sisters, brothers, sons,
daughters.
This was Teilcheck's favorite part. He continued to walk up and down
the aisle, glancing and allowing the nude men, women, boys, and girls
to try to cover themselves, for the moment.
"Place your hands behind your heads and lace your fingers." ... followed
by another gunshot into the air.
Teilcheck allowed several minutes to tick by while the people adjusted
to exposing themselves so completely. He was pleased, as all complied.
Again he paced up and down the aisle, slowly. He eyed the line of 50
or so embarrassed, sniffling women, and girls. Some fat, some slim.
Some young, some old.
Across the aisle stood the men and boys, equally embarrassed.
Teilcheck snickered to himself as he noticed a few stiff cocks.
Teilcheck nodded to one of his guards who then sprayed a burst of
bullets from an automatic weapon into the ceiling.
"Jump up and down!" he ordered the women. With their hands behind their
heads, the women began the humilating ordeal of jumping. Fat tits and
bellies flopped and jiggled. Flesh over skinny bones barely moved.
Teilcheck watched for several more minutes. Again he shot his pistol
into the air. "JUMP - HIGHER!"
He turned and looked towards the men. More cocks were erect.
"STOP!" Teilcheck watched the women closely. Most were out of
breath and chests heaved with the delight of fresh air. "Turn around."
With their fingers still laced behind their heads, the women turned,
exposing their bare hind quarters. BANG! another pistol shot.
"JUMP!
Teilchech's cock grew much harder as he watched the smorgasbord of
bouncing female ass flesh. He made them jump for five solid minutes.
"STOP!" After that directive, Teilchech, once more, let the women
compose themselves.
"Bend over. Spread your legs. Use your own hands to pull open
your buttocks." Another pistol shot, encouraged the women to
reach back and splay their bottoms. Teilchech admired the exposed
assholes and hanging sex slits, and as he walked from one woman to
the next fondled and tickled each hole.
Teilchech made the women and girls stay bent over, holding their
buttocks' spread open, and turned his attention to the men.
The men were still standing, with their hands behind their heads.
The second man in line had a raging erection. The man shivered
with excitement, humiliation, and outrage, as Teilchech played with
the man's penis and scrotum.
Teilchech released the man's genitals and summoned Lt. Sylva Chokoff.
All of Teilchech's officers had been hand picked because of their
naturally sadistic nature.
The slim woman smiled, slung her rifle over her shoulder and joined
Teilchech in front of the terrified nude man. Chokoff reached between
the man's legs and took a firm hold of his testicles. From beneath the
brim of her black cap, her eyes looked into the man's face. As she
gripped the hanging ball sack with more force, she enjoyed how the
man winced.
"You have nice balls," she said, the held up her bayonet before the man's
eyes. "Would you like to keep them?", she squeezed the stones harder.
"Take him and a few of these other cocks outside and teach them some
manners," Teilchech ordered Lt. Chokoff. Sylva Chokoff released the
man's balls, "Yes, Sir", and crisply saluted. She and her guards,
escorted four male prisoners outside.
On the other side of the room, the woman groaning with cramps after
being bent over and holding their buttocks open for so long. They were
allowed to stand, once more with their hands behind their heads. Two
male corporals, under the command of a female sergeant, began writing
down information on their clipboards, as the sergeant ordered each
woman to state her name and address. Then, to the shame of the women,
the sergeant, using a black pen, wrote the surname of each woman across
the breastbone, just above the bare tits. This went on for some time.
The corporals chuckled. Teilchech went to dinner.
Outside the hanger, Lt. Sylva Chokoff marched the four male prisoners
to the cement apron. Despite the sun's bright shining rays, the cold
temperature fought back and would not allow the remaining piles of snow
to melt. She ordered the guards to tie the first male prisoner over a
sawhorse.
Satisfied that his spread legs and arms were securely fastened, she
bounced the dangling ball sack on her palm. The other three prisoners
had their hands and elbows tied behind their backs. She selected the
fairest skinned man, actually more boy than man, for her special treat.
With his legs spread wide and standing on two wooden crates, she taped
the man's dick to his belly and fastened a nylon cord around his balls.
"This is parachute line," Lt. Sylva Chokoff stated, "it can hold up to
300 pounds." Chokoff tightened the noose over the man's balls and drew
it taut from the overhead crossbar. She watched the man's face as the
horror of his bondage became clear. If his feet left the wooden crates,
he would either castrate himself or hang from his balls. As a sign of
things to come, Chokoff used her wooden baton to strike the man's shins,
just twice.
Chokoff then went over to the man tied over the sawhorse. She squeezed
his balls so hard that the man was screaming. In mid scream, she used
her baton to spank his balls. She stopped and allowed the man to choke,
vomit, and compose himself. "I can do that again, if you like, or you
can give your fellow prisoner a nice suck." Her hand cradled the weeping
man's stones quite lovingly. Still crying at the humiliation, the man
nodded his head.
Immediately Chokoff had the guards take another bound male prisoner and
stand before the sawhorse man. She smiled as she saw the bent over man
take the limp prick into his mouth and begin to suck. She forced the
third male prisoner to lick between the ass cheeks of the bound sawhorse
man.
All was going well. Forced homosexuality was the most humiliating
experience of all. Chokoff loved it. But it was now time for torture.
She went back to where the man was tied with legs spread on the wooden
crates with his balls noosed with nylon line. Taking a tooth pick from
her kit, she began to poke at the pee slit on the man's limp prick. The
compromising situation was what Sylva liked best. The man could, if he
wanted to, lash out and kick her in the face - the consequence being
suspension by the nuts. She wanted to see that - ached to see that.
She forced the toothpick up the boy/man's prick, leaving about a half inch
sticking out. He was screaming. Using her cigarette lighter, she set the
toothpick on fire. As the small flame licked up, she took her baton and
started beating the man on his calves, shins, ankles, and toes.
The man could take it no more. His feet left the wooden crates and began
to thrash and kick wildly. She watched with amusement as the man was now
suspended and dangling in the cold air = by his balls. She left him there,
and returned with a boiling cup of coffee to the sawhorse man.
The sawhorse man was still sucking on the spent dick of the man supported
by holding guards. Another guard used the tip of his bayonet to poke at
the asshole of the sawhorse man - for encouragement.
Chokoff gave an order for all torture to cease. She approached the
sawhorse man with the boiling coffee cup. "Coffee?" she asked, somewhat
sinister.
The sawhorse man nodded "yes", relieved of the ache in his jaws after
almost an hour of constant cock sucking. Chokoff snickered and went
behind the sawhorse man. She fondled his scrotum, stretching the
leather like pouch to its limits. When his balls hung sufficiently low,
she raised the cup, immersing his balls in the boiling liquid. Hideous
screams, more like growls, scratched the ears.
Chokoff allowed the balls to simmer in the boiling water as the tethered
man howled in pain. "There, there now," she cooed, and lowering the cup,
picked up a handful of snow-ice and gently massaged the abused scrotum.
The man whimpered with the relief of the cold, gentle massage to his
privates.
The man's head snapped back in agony as not only his balls but his prick
were re-immersed in a cup of freshly boiling coffee - Maxwell House.
As the mans private parts boiled , Chokoff would stop, peel away the
the blistered scrotum skin, massage with cooling ice, and start all over
again.
It would take hours before the man went insane. During interim respites,
Chokoff forced the other male prisoners to fuck the man in the ass.
Meanwhile, back inside the hanger, Teilcheck arose from his nap
after a full meal, inhaled deeply on the Cuban cigar,
and was in the mood to "play" with some of the women prisoners.
Teilchech, after dinner, was stuffed, filled, and bored. It was time
to get nasty.
With the corporals by his side, clipboards in hand, he confirmed each
woman's name and address. He held their heads between his hands, probed
their open mouths, pinched their noses, nipples, and plucked at pubic hair.
Teilchech fondled every part of the nude women's bodies. One very skinny
woman, about 20 years of age, recoiled and bucked with great fright as
Teilchech probed her rib cage. The guards restrained her, twisting her
arms behind her back. Teilchech's prick raged. He found a ticklish one.
"Take this one to Room 1". The woman screamed as she was led away.
In Room 1, she was tied down naked face up, arms and legs spread wide,
but not painfully so. Teilchech did not want any distracting discomfiture.
Teilcheck circled the rack where the bound nude woman was tied. He ran
his finger nails up and down the soles of her feet, poked at her under
arms, rib cage, soft belly, then soothingly massaged her prominent mound.
The woman shrieked at every touch, begging in panic, not to be tickled.
She was promising anything, and Teilchech took advantage. He squatted
over the woman's face, spread his legs, and ordered her to lick his
asshole.
The terrified woman warmed to the task and Teilchech settled back,
enjoying the woman's darting tongue, slurping at the sensitive membrane
of his anus. As he sat quite comfortably on the woman's face, he used
the opportunity to pluck at her nipples and part the hugely dense hairs
between her legs.
Once again he became bored, and rose from the woman's spread body. He
summoned the guards over. "Tickle her until she squirts". The guards
laughed and surrounded the naked woman. The woman begged and begged,
cried and begged.
The guards smiled. They started with her feet, running sharp finger
nails up and down the souls of her feet. Others, shaping their hands
into claws, gripped and tickled her thighs and flexing belly. When
merciless fingers dug into the hollows of helpless underarms and naked
rib cage, the woman nearly died.
The guards laughed more loudly as wee little arcs of piss squirted
from the uncontrollable urinary muscles of the woman's splayed sex.
Each guard caressed and teased the tortured sex slit, while continuing
to tickle the nearly mad woman. Finally, she passed out.
Teilchech's after dinner pleasure was interrupted by a special courier
dispatch. The Mayor and his wife were suspected spies. "Extract
information", was the only order. Teilchech was pleased. Extracting
information from the unwilling was something he enjoyed.
Turning, he gave the order. "Arrest the Mayor and his entire family".
The army grapevine informed Lt. Sylva Chekoff of the dispatch.
She began to sterilize her 'special' tools in the field hospital.
Teilchech's soldiers arrested the Mayor, his wife, and the entire city council.
The civil war had ravaged the country. Food and supplies were almost non
existent, but these 'outstanding citizens' used their wealth and influence to
keep their bellies well fed, while fellow countrymen starved. They would pay
for it now.
Teilchech met with Mayor and his wife in a converted storage room, now his
sparsely furnished office. As the plump 50ish couple sat opposite his desk,
Teilchech feigned outrage at their arrest, claiming it was all a mistake.
He allowed the haughty couple to hurl insulting remarks of outrage towards him.
He would torture them later and gain his information, but for now he just
wanted to humiliate these fat cat pigs that were raping his country. He
assured the couple that their children were safe, for now, and that he only
sought their cooperation, and as a gesture of good will, they should perform an
act of submission before the eyes of the City Council.
To spare themselves torture and imprisonment for themselves, and their
children, the Mayor and his wife would have to undress in front of the City
council, and then fuck.
Nearly 15 minutes passed as Teilchech listened to the pleas of the Mayor and
his wife to be spared such embarrassment. Teilchech was amused when the
Mayor's now terrified wife got down on her knees and begged. It would have
been too easy just to strip and torture them - he wanted some fun - and under
the threat of hearing the screams of their children, the beaten couple "agreed"
to the performance.
In the huge hangar, the City Council consisting of some 12 men and women,
still dressed in their expensive clothes, sat comfortably in provided fold up
chairs. The Mayor and his wife shivered and wept in anguish as they walked
hand-in-hand to center stage, so to speak. After addressing their fellow
councilmen in a plea of cooperation towards Teilchech occupying forces, they
began the humiliating and embarrassing of task of disrobing before the
assembled people. Teilchech was aroused at the distressed anguish in the once
pompous couple, and adjusted his swelling cock to a more comfortable position.
His cock grew a bit at the thought that in a few hours, he would be using a
pair of heated steel pliers on the Mayor's scrotum. But for now, he just
wanted to enjoy the show.
There was no more arrogance and pride as the ostentatious couple were down to
their underwear. They both cast a pleading look at Teilchech to spare them.
His return glare was menacing, and Mrs. Mayor sobbed as she reached behind her
back and freed her sagging fat tits from the confinement of the full bra. Some
City Council members looked away, refusing to witness the defilement of their
leaders. Teilchech caution them that if they looked away, they too, would be
on center stage. The Council returned their eyes to Mr. and Mrs. Mayor as they
both bent over and removed their underpants.
The Mayor was so distraught and nervous, his limp prick refused to consummate
the final act of degradation of fucking before so many friends and relatives.
Mrs. Mayor used all of her skills, honed after nearly three decades of
marriage. She fondled her husband's prick and balls, and after no response,
knelt down before him, and started to suck his cock. Teilchech watched her
plump ass, exposed pubic triangle, and massive hanging tits.
All three would feel the jaws of his pliers = later.
Teilchech ordered the City Council members to applaud as the Mayor's prick
finally became erect. He lay on his back as Mrs. Mayor squatted over his nude
form and with practiced expertise, guided her husband's rampant member into the
folds of her cunt. The Council continued to applaud as Mrs. Mayor slid back
and forth, up and down. The hand clapping echoed in her ears and only added to
the humiliation of fucking her husband in public.
She became very self conscious as her hanging tits and fleshly body started to
jiggle as she and her husband pumped harder. Teilchech went over to the
fucking couple and to encourage a mutual public spend, began a sweet massage
of the Mayor's balls with one hand, while probing the exposed asshole of Mrs.
Mayor with the other. As he slid his index finger up Mrs.
Mayor's ass, he felt the telltale contractions of her orgasm and the Mayor's
bucking leg reflex as he shot his load.
Teilchech ordered his guards to separate the spent couple and bring them to the
interrogation chambers. The Mayor and his wife were immediately tied down face
up, spread eagled, on two adjacent tables. He did not want to waste any time
before attaching Mrs. Mayor's sensitive clit with a pair of long=nosed pliers.
Knowing he would busy for the rest of the night, he gave his guards permission
to do what they may with the haughty bunch of the City Council
members.
Screams filled the hangar as the randy guards began ripping off the clothes off
the men and women.
Teilchech, in the privacy of the interrogation room, slid the long=nosed pliers
between the legs of Mrs. Mayor and poked at the de-hooded clit.
Wails from Mrs. Mayor confirmed the ultra sensitivity to the feminine sex
organ. He slightly opened the slender plier jaws then closed on the extended
clit. He pulled and twisted ... oblivious to the woman's hideous screams.
Taping the pliers in place, he used both free hands to yank out the pubic hair,
sometimes by the handful, sometimes just a sprig. He had all the time in the
world.
Lt. Sylva Chekoff gave Teilchech a warm tongue kiss and ran her hands up and
down his bulging groin. Teilchech smiled at the warm and knowing touch.
"Shall we make them scream?" she asked her lover. Sylva withdrew from
Teilchech, containing her lust for later. She knew her man well. After a few
hours of torturing these fat slobs, Teilchech's prick would be hard as iron.
Without delay, Chekoff laid out her sterilized instruments on the hump of the
Mayor's belly. She held up a curved stainless steel dentist's cavity probe
before the Mayor's nearly insane eyes. "You have information we want. I am
going to use this probe on your genitals." With that, Chekoff began a rather
sensuous massage of the Mayor's prick. As the male organ swelled, she gripped
the sensitive head with one hand, and began to scratch at the pudgy dick helmet
with the probe. The Mayor screamed. His wife screamed too, as Teilchech
continued to pull out her pubic hair by the roots.
"Where is the spy radio?" Chekoff interrogated the Mayor. The sharp wire of
the dentist's probe was tearing apart the pee slit of the Mayor's dick. He was
screaming and could not take anymore. "It's in the church!" Chekoff was
satisfied that the information with true. She looked at Teilchech and they
both smiled at one another. The guards were summoned to arrest the priests and
nuns at the church. Teilchech and Chekoff each picked up a pair of pliers.
They did not need the Mayor and his wife any longer. Chekoff began
to squeeze the steel pliers, crushing the Mayor's ball sack. Teilchech did the
same with the Mayor's wife hefty tits. Teilchech and Chekoff continued to
torture the Mayor and his wife until their lust became too much.
They left the tortured pair and went off to make love. They fucked and sucked
the entire night. As the pair laid, smoking, spent, and looking at the
ceiling,
Chekoff asked her male counterpart, "Do priests and nuns fuck?"
Teilcheck burst into laughter and he squeezed Chekoff's soft belly and ribs
until she squealed and pleaded with him to stop. And stop he did, and replied,
"We'll soon find out, won't we?" With visions of inflicting indignities on the
sheltered priests and nuns, Teilcheck and Chekoff held each other in their
respective arms, then went to sleep.
Life was good.