As always, Forny packed up his gear and policed anything that might be incriminating. He heard a shuffle in the hallway, so he quickly hung the final sign announcing one more ‘sex-positive’ event later in the week. He then picked up his bags and slipped with Gregory through the adjoining room door.
The monitors were already tuned to the woman’s struggling and several young men had already entered the room with their pulsing cocks. They looked at the instructions on wall and went straight to the task.
“Expose cock,” the directions taped to the wall had said. “Slide gag to side, stuff cock in mouth, thrust until balls have emptied in her mouth, leave.”
Then they turned the brunette over onto her back and they turned to the redhead.
“Lick your friend! Lick her cunt!” they ordered. The redhead looked shocked but had little choice. She obeyed, kneeling down and licking her friend’s open cunt lips.
“Lift your ass, bitch!”
The redhead obeyed and the fifth man put his bow and arrow down and fucked her in the cunt from behind as she licked…
“Lick, bitch, lick! Lick and suck! Harder! Harder!”
The brunette hated it. But it went on and on for a long time and in the end the redhead’s tongue and sucking started to get through to her…
“Oh! NOOO! GASP! Don’t! NOOOOOOOOO!!!”
The tribesmen watched, fascinated, as the brunette began to sway gently from side to side. She gasped again. Her nostrils flared and she made soft moaning noises. The noises got louder and more urgent and the warriors took out their cocks and pumped them over the two women.
In the end, despite herself, the woman gave a high-pitched shout and her hips went into hyper-speed. She had a huge orgasm and the noise took the warriors into orgasm too. They shot their spunk over her face and breasts…
“They got Commander Shelman, head of the Fifth Regiment. They captured her when she was on vacation in Bhalihay. I heard the story from a friend of hers.”
“I’ve never been to Bhalihay but I know all about it. It’s in the Siron quadrant of the Ringstone. They’re specialists in sexual vacations.”
“Shelman had a thing about big dicks too but she only wanted exotic males. They gave her all the studs she wanted for a few weeks and then one night they told her she’d won a prize. She got fucked by all the studs she could handle and a few more besides, day and night, non-stop in all her holes. She went into a kind of non-stop orgasm.
Then the last two men fucked her first and then tied her up and gagged her afterwards. They were pirates and they carried her naked and dripping spunk onto a cargo ship. The Captain of the ship was the famous Captain Creek. He fucked her with his biomechanical cock until she couldn’t take any more. He tortured her every way he knew and in the end she agreed to tell them everything she knew. She betrayed the Empire too.”
Ceruleus ordered her to strip…
“Good! Now put your big breasts on the table and lift your buttocks like the slave you are!” Rufia had no choice. She obeyed.
He pulled her buttocks apart and licked his lips.
“Your cunt’s shiny, slave! Do you like being fucked from the back? Which hole do you like to use most?”
“You won’t get away with this, you dirty snake! I’ll see to that! I’ll take my case to the Pharaoh himself! He’ll listen to me!”
“No, I don’t think so, Rufia! I have already presented my own papers to the royal scribes. But you are welcome to try. I doubt if he’ll receive you though. If he does, it’ll be to have you flogged for his own pleasure! I don’t think he’ll bother to fuck you. You’re too old now.”
“You fucking bastard, Cobra!”
“I’ll just check out this cunt of yours! Hmmm… It’s not as bad as I thought! It’s dry, but it’s tight enough. It looks like a good place for me to warm my cock!”
The Sheik called his two servants.
“Fuck the two on the left!” he ordered. The men already had big erections and they didn’t need to be asked twice.
“It’s time to train you now!” the Sheik told his concubine, who had turned her head away again. “Nobody is fucking the Iberian girl,” he said. He ordered two servants to sit her on a table with her legs wide apart.
He turned to his concubine.
“Kiss the slave on her cunt lips”
“I… I don’t like women!”
“I said kiss the slave on the cunt! Get your face in there! Use your tongue! Lick her and suck her!” The concubine looked confused and frightened but she obeyed.
As she kissed and licked, one of the Sheik’s servants brought his riding crop down onto her buttocks…
SWIIIIISH!
SLAAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The Sheik let her work away at the girl’s vulva for a minute or two.
“Are you sucking her clit?” he asked.
“Yes! Don’t make him flog me again, please!”
“Get sucking! And make it wet and noisy!”
SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!
The wet noises mixed with the groans and grunts and it all got through to the Sheik.
“Stick your ass up, concubine! Higher!”
He sank his cock deep into her cunt with a quick thrust and soon shot his load into her.
“OH! GASP! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
The political leaders made these comfort stations available to them and when the soldiers were not on the field they paid these stations a visit.
These war hardened men did not go easy on these women, they acted like wild sex starved beasts and ravaged the women completely. They played vile games with them which involved a great deal of whipping and bounding, often leaving the women bruised. They used these women to fulfill their lurid imaginations. The comfort women were in constant pain as they were repeatedly defiled by the affection starved soldiers.
The Japanese soldiers unintentionally used the comfort women to debase Korea. They spread open the whore’s legs to signify the way they would want to penetrate Korea. Then, they drove hard into them. The Japanese military men dehumanized and showed no mercy to the women in the process of satisfying their sexual needs.
The soldiers held the whores down roughly and speared them with their thick hungry cock causing them to cry and scream in agony. They would take their breasts in a firm hold and mold it painfully. The numerous soldiers took turns violating the comfort women. Each woman had to “tend to” multiple soldiers who used them in the most disgusting ways.
No matter how worn out they were, they dare not refuse. If they dared to, they were subject to broken bones, whippings, cigarette burns and knife cuts.
“He could! There is nothing to stop him attacking the Lord and Master of Egypt if he wants to! He would have the might of all Rome behind him!”
“How do you know these things, whore?”
“I know because I was a whore! I know because I was in the subura some years ago. I was just an ordinary whore, but one night Marcus Antonius, Caesar’s lieutenant, came to the whorehouse and I became his lover. He took me out of the brothel later he handed me over to Caesar for a time. I was a kind of gift!
They both liked me. They fucked me for a time and then they freed me and gave me a new identity as a Roman patrician. Ever since then I have worked for Caesar, fucking and being fucked, but spying too and passing information on to him, keeping him well informed about all the rumors of plots against him. I fucked you too, Ptolemy, but you don’t remember me!”
Ptolemy’s face flushed red with anger. If it was true that they had fucked, the whore would have kept Caesar informed about him too!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Take that, bitch! And you can swing your big heavy tits for me too!”
He walked backwards and watched as I swung my breasts from side to side.
It took a long time to get out of the dungeon and along a stony path that cut into my hands and knees. Every step I took made me groan.
The walk seemed endless. I was already weak from constant abuse and I was leaving my skin behind on the rough stones of the path. My only consolation was that I knew that the perverse evil Ptolemy, a man with no honor or justice in him, carried the curse of Isthar. He deserved a thousand curses.
As I crawled I thought about the curse the Roman woman had put on him. I remembered it and I kept repeating it to myself not to forget it. I wanted his penis to suffer that same curse again.
In the rituals girls of all kinds were provided for the general population. Some of them had been cruelly trained and abused. Others still had unspoiled skin and had not been abused by the suppliers, space pirates. They were more expensive and only the rich could buy them.
“Go on, Agjarim! Fuck again! She like it!”
“Ooof! Tight ass! Difficult ass!”
“No! Good ass! Tight ass is good ass!”
“CLICK! OOOOF! UGH! Good fuck now! UGH!”
The native population of the asteroid considered all the women slaves to be inferior creatures. They fucked them again and again until they were exhausted and then they handed them over to be sacrificed. Or they used them to make furniture or clothes with their human skin.
The taxidermist was one of the busiest people on the asteroid. He took special orders of the most disgusting kinds, making customized masturbatory fetishes.
He stroked her breasts to make her nipples wrinkle and then he trapped her clitoris between her cunt lips and rolled her lips around and squeezed them until she was wet and gasping.
He took off his thick leather belt, folded it double and flogged her buttocks with it…
THWAAACK! THWACK! THWAAACK”
“AAAH! NOOOOOO, PLEEEASE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Now lift your breasts off the sofa. Lift your right arm, bitch!”
THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Left arm!”
THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Ass up like a slut! Show me your wet cunt! Ask me to flog it!”
“Flog my cunt, Master, please!”
THWAAACK! SLAAAAP! TWAAAACK! SLAAAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Then he called two of his African slaves in to fuck her. They were free to do whatever they wanted with her.
Marcus took his cock out and caressed it as he watched one slave get a good blowjob while the other one flogged Alba with a riding crop…
SLAP! SLAP! SLAAP! SLAAAAP!
“NOOOO! STOP, PLEEASE! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Marcus’s cock grew harder as he watched them work on her.
