Chapter 8 - The Punishment.
She got up off of the floor, moving slowly to the shower; despite the pain she was eager to wash their filth from her body. She could barely walk, her pussy and asshole swollen and abused from their hard cock, Angela still didn’t understand how her body managed to take them both between her legs, the pain of the tearing as they did still fresh in her mind. She shut her eyes as she softly washed her body, running the rough washcloth over her sensitive breasts, her nipples still sore from the one soldier that seemed to enjoy chewing on them, almost biting them off, forcing her to ride his cock energetically almost as if she were enjoying it. She could feel her nipples harden, the rough texture of the washcloth bringing about a masochistic sensation that raced down between her legs.
She let the washcloth slip down over her abdomen to touch her swollen pubes, spreading her legs to allow it to slip between her lips. “No, don’t” she taunted herself as she ran it harshly up and down her slit, her eyes closed as she imagined how she looked, three thick hard cocks tearing into her body as her mother watched her debasement. At least they didn’t make her cum, Angela having to fight the urge when they sprayed her body with their cum, jet after jet of cum filling her mouth, pussy and deep into her colon, burning as it filled her to overflowing. She spread her legs wider, her other hand reaching down between her cheeks to feel her swollen anus, sore to the touch as her soapy finger circled it. The cock in her ass was so big, forcing her insides to stretch and tear to take it deep inside, Angela unable to do anything to stop him from burying deep inside her until she felt the terrible cramps. Her insides had clenched onto the large cock, bringing him so much pleasure at her expense, each painful cramp making her tighten on his cock, spurring him onto greater degradation of her body. Only eighteen and her young body sodomized by so many cocks had taught that her pain only increased their pleasure.
She rubbed her pussy harder with the washcloth, moving it up and down her slit, rubbing it over her sensitive clit, the rough material feeling like sandpaper, but also bringing about a surprising arousal in her body. What had they taught her? Did she really enjoy the humiliation and pain as they took her without regard for her pain or pleasure? She pushed one finger into her asshole, feeling her rectum gripping on it tightly, the finger slipper with soap. It still burned, the familiar ache in her backside returning. She thought of the General’s cock inside her, sodomizing her for the first time while bound, unable to stop him from plunging deep into her colon while his flabby stomach banged against her tight cheeks.
She was ready to cum, unable to understand why, but not caring, only wanting to satisfy the arousal they had instilled in her. She rubbed harder, the pain increasing, her finger dug painfully into her rectum, scratching her inside with her nail as she rubbed her clit harshly. “God, don’t make me do this,” she screamed as she came all over her finger, twisting her finger into her asshole, forcing her to stand on her toes to escape the cruel scraping inside her. She came hard, bathing her finger with her juices, letting the shower quickly wash away her shame as she came from the thoughts of them taking her so harshly.
CLAP, CLAP, the noise rang out in the shower, Angela turning quickly to see where it was coming from. The Sergeant stood in the doorway, a big shit eating grin on his face, Angela quickly turning red in shame at being caught masturbating.
“It seems our Angela likes being raped. You like taking all of the big cocks in all of your holes, especially when your mother is watching you?” He laughed at her shame. “I’m sure we can make you cum many more times today. The General has such plans for your body again. Yours and your mothers. Now get your ass dry and in some clothes. Bra and panties I think this time. You look so sexy in them.”
She saw him watching her as she quickly dried out, slipping her panties up her legs, his eyes glued to her pussy as she slipped them up over her hips. She arched her back to put her bra on, the bulge in the Sergeants pants getting larger as her young tits stood out so proudly, her nipples still swollen and aroused. “Where are we going?” She was almost afraid of an answer, the unknown being better then the truth.
“You don’t want to know. It is much better to imagine it. Now get your cute ass going,” watching as she walked in front of him, her firm ass snuggled so tightly in the brief panties, her crack highlighted, the gentle swing of her cheeks as she walked making his cock grow in his pants. They moved down the halls to the large double doors at the end, the sound of voices coming from behind them. “In there, they’re waiting for you.”
Christy was allowed to put on panties and bra, a pair of high heels making the muscles in her legs taut. The soldier had cuffed her arms behind her back, the metal digging into her wrists.
“Stick your tits out,” he ordered her, punching her into the stomach when she didn’t instantly respond. “I said stick your tits out,” this time smiling as she arched her back, her breasts thrust out as she tried to breathe, his punch knocking the air from her lungs. “Much better. It will be a lot less painful if you obey the first time.” His hands slid up her stomach to cup her bra encased breasts in his large hands. “Nice tits,” moving up against her until he felt his cock rubbing against her pussy. “You like cock?”
She felt him molesting her breasts, his hands gripping them harshly, rubbing his cock against her pussy, his rough pants harsh, even through the panties. “Yes,” she lied.
He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her into his cock, humping her dryly. “They say you’re a good fuck. I’m going to try you out when they are finished with you. Maybe your cute little daughter too,” laughing as he humped her. He slapped her ass hard. “They’re waiting for us. I’ll have time for you later.”
Christy saw Angela just in front of them, clad in her underwear, just as she was. At least her wrists weren’t cuffed. They both saw the double door, the ominous sounds from behind it. The door opened into a room, filled with at least twenty men. Many were officers like the General, balding and flabby. But there was at least a sprinkling of young enlisted men.
“Ah, her is our victims,” the General teased. “Girls, you are here to entertain our men and today they would like to watch you being punished. Put Christy in the punishment bench for now. We will work on her lovely daughter Angela first.”
Three men quickly grabbed Christy, dragging her over to the punishment bench, Christy fighting, already fearing the position she would be placed in. It was a large wooden structure, the base consisting of a hard wood board, large enough to hold the body of a female on her back. What quickly caught Christy’s attention were the leather straps, two next to the board, one on each side but the other two were high up, attached to a wooden board in the wall with chains about three inches long. Each one was spread wide, the excess chain allowing only limited movement, more to entertain the men. They would like the way she would try to escape, her legs jerking about with no chance of doing anything but make her more open. The bench was made for up to four females side by side, today only Angela would join her mother later.
Christy tried to struggle but the men were too powerful and with her wrists already cuffed behind her back they tossed her about like a toy. Her bra was the first thing to go, ripped from her body, the straps straining until they popped leaving red welts in her skin. Her breasts bounced free, one of the men making them bounce even more to the amusement of the others. Hands at her waist held her still as her panties were slowly drawn down her body until they fell to her ankles. Hands grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, her panties tossed into the corner. Now that she was naked again, they backed her up to the bench, one of them guiding her onto the board, her legs grabbed at the ankles and quickly drawn off of the floor, Christy slumping hard against the wood.
The soldiers secured her wrists into the leather cuffs, Christy able to move them somewhat, the chains longer then the other set, but effective at keeping her bound. She could only struggle as two of the soldiers guided her legs up into the air, Christy sliding back onto the wood on her back until she was pushed against the wall, the men making sure that she would be able to see forward and they would be able to see her face. She was half sitting, half reclining on the wood board as they began to draw her legs over her head, higher and higher up until she felt them strapping her ankles into the leather cuffs. They had spread her legs wide, real wide. She could feel the air rushing over her pussy and her asshole, knowing that she was completely exposed and open. That is what she feared the most. Her legs were pulled up so high; none of her ass was even touching the wooden bench.
The General moved in front of her, his cock bulging out his pants as he saw her open sex, her pussy lips pulled so far apart you could almost see inside her. Even her asshole was pulled open, still red and swollen from the rape, but already shrinking back to size. He smiled at Christy as his hand reached down to run over her pussy and asshole, seeing Christy squirm as he did. “I don’t think you are going anywhere Christy. I have some whips and canes that I’m going to use on that lovely ass and pussy. Angela will join you but I want to pay special attention to her. Then I’ll get you to sing for us. Meanwhile one of my soldiers will masturbate you while you watch your lovely daughter being punished.” He laughed as one of the soldiers moved closed to her.
Christy could only struggle as the soldier, a young boy barely eighteen stared at her wide open sex as if he were the only child in a candy store. She felt his touch on her ass cheeks, rubbing over them in ever widening circles, the palm of his hand running over her exposed anus and pussy.
The soldier couldn’t believe his good luck, the chance to masturbate one of the female prisoners. He hoped that the General would allow him to fuck her, maybe even up her ass if he did a good job. He had never had anal sex before, his girlfriends refusing to even discuss what they considered a loathsome act. His thoughts went back to the task at hand. She was the mother of the young girl but she had a nice body, even after the numerous rapes she had been through. “You gonna get wet for me Christy?” His fingers moved to her slit, pulling apart both of her lips to exposed her inner lips, a darker red from the fucking she had endured. He let his fingers play up and down her inner lips, touching her intimately was she squirmed under his probing fingers. He could feel the moisture. “Yes, I can feel you juicing up for me,” he teased her, the General standing nearby, smiling at Christy’s ardor.
She hated the way that they forced her, bound and spread, her body made available to them. No matter how much she tried, she could avoid the soldiers fingers from making her get wet, his fingers gentle after the harsh rapes they had subjected her to. Her ass when up higher when she felt a finger poised at the entrance to her vagina, still sore from the hard cock that had pierced her painfully before. It gently pushed in, his other hand moving up to her clit, lightly tapping at the bud that pushed out from beneath its hood. She felt her vagina slowly open, the finger moving in and out up to the first knuckle as she rocked on it back and forth.
“Such a nice hot cunt,” he whispered to her, moving his finger around inside her. “Maybe two fingers to fill you,” moving one finger out before pushing in two fingers together, feeling her flower open for him, sucking his fingers into her hot insides. “Yes, you like that, I can feel it.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside her, feeling her ass arching up to allow him access to the depths of her vagina.
God, how could she let him do this to her. But she couldn’t deny the feeling between her legs, the soldier’s gentle masturbation arousing her body to a fever pitch. The two fingers began to fuck her like a small prick, moving inside her, in and out in a gentle fucking motion that she rode, tightening her muscles on them as they pushed in and out. She closed her eyes to block out the cruelty around her, concentrating on the pleasure between her legs. The fingers seemed to reach deep inside her, touching places that she didn’t even know existed, his other hand continuing to tease her clit. She didn’t think she could last much longer, not wanting to, wanting to cum from the pleasure, blocking out the painful rapes.
The soldier pushed three fingers into her vagina, now slick with her juices as she moved up and down on his fucking fingers, hearing her gasp as she slowly spread to allow the fingers to push inside her. “Yes, cum for me Christy,” tapping at her clit with his fingertip, almost as if he were slapping it with his nail, back and forth over the swollen tip. He pushed in deep, a throaty groan from her lips that she was ready. He pinched her clit with two fingers, pulling the engorged bud out as he fucked his fingers deep inside her clenching pussy, spreading his fingers as he did, making her feel them crawling around inside her as if they were tiny animals.
She felt her clit pulled and stretched, the fingers gripping it tightly, her pussy now filled with fingers that moved around inside her, stretching and twisting in her pussy. His voices, urging her to cum, aroused an animalistic urge in her as she was bound and masturbated, forced to be pleasured, an act that she was now more then willing to succumb to. “Yes, make me cum,” she whispered, the fingers taking the pleasure from her body.
The soldier smiled as she came, bucking up and down in her bondage as she humped his fingers, twisting her hips to the sides, pulling her own clit out, muffled screams of ecstasy as she couldn’t contain her emotions any longer. He felt his fingers soaked by her juices as she came on him. His other girlfriends had never cum like this, Christy almost cumming as if she were a man, squiring out onto his hand. “Yes, cum Christy, cum hard.” He pinched her clit harder, her ass rising up as she came again, the sudden pain on her clit sending another orgasm through her body.
The fingers stayed inside her, unmoving as she slumped down, her body satisfied. The finger left her clit, Christy grateful, her swollen bud now so sensitive. She was afraid to open her eyes, ashamed at how easily she had succumbed to the boy’s masturbation.
“Make her cum again soldier,” the General ordered him. “See how many times you can make her cum for us. Do a good job and I will let you have your choice, mother or daughter. Or maybe you would rather have both?”
Christy’s eyes shot opened, embarrassed as she saw all of the eyes staring at her, knowing that had all witnessed her cumming. Even Angela seemed to be ashamed at her mother’s exhibition. “No more,” she shot back, but she already felt the fingers begin to move inside her again, the leather cuffs leaving her so naked and vulnerable.
Eyes turned towards Angela, the Sergeant moving along side of her, his hands already reaching out to touch her. “I’ll make you cum like your mother, but first a little pain before the pleasure.” His hands moved over her body, enjoying the touch as she shivered in fear. He moved his hands up to cup her tits, hefting the bra encased flesh in his large hands, molding them as he gripped them tighter. “It’s going to hurt when I whip these, but it will make our cocks so hard. You’ll enjoy the ride later when you take our cocks inside your hot, tight pussy.” His hands slipped around to her back, expertly unsnapping the bra and slipping it off her shoulders before Angela even realized that she was partially stripped again.
Angela was suddenly naked from the waist up, her firm, high breasts proudly thrust up, the nipples already hard as they eyes on them men were glued to them. The Sergeants hands returned, this time her naked flesh feeling the calloused hands on them, his fingertips searching out and finding her pinpoint nipples and squeezing them in his powerful fingers until he extracted a squeal from her lips. She arched her back as he pulled her up by her tits, yanking her nipples up until she had to stand arched up on her toes, her hands hanging uselessly at her side, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to defy him.
The General loved the way the Sergeant could control Angela. He had to do it more by physical force and restraint, the Sergeant seemed to have a mental control over her, forcing her to submit to him. Was it because Angela was willing to trade her pain for a bit of pleasure that he always seemed to bring to her, forcing her to cum under his expert cockmanship?
The Sergeant stared into Angela’s tear stained eyes, seeing the pain he was inflicting on her delicate nipples. He saw her nipples pinched between his fingertips, almost able to feel the pulse in them, twisting them, enjoying seeing the look on Angela’s face as he increased her pain. He finally released them, her lovely breasts bouncing, the tips now red from his cruel fingers. He let his hand slip down her front, Angela already spreading her legs for him, learning quickly what was required of her to please him. His hand gripped her between the legs, fat fingers pressed against her pussy, feeling the wet spot on her panties. “Already wet for me Angela?” He made sure that all could hear it. He squeezed tighter, almost goosing her with his powerful hand. “I asked you a question,” he demanded of her.
She saw all of them staring at her humiliation. “Yes,” she murmured.
“I didn’t hear you Angela. Tell me your pussy is wet for me,” he ordered her, wanting to complete her submission to him.
“You made my pussy wet,” she blurted out, seeing her mother staring at her as she confessed. What could she say; she just came in front of all of them?
The Sergeant stepped back. “Remove your panties Angela. Slowly.”
She bent over slightly and slowly eased her panties down, her eyes down, not wanting to see them staring at her. She felt them easing over her ass and bent over deeper to let them fall down at her ankles, quickly lifting each leg and kicking the tiny garment over to the side. She stood back up, looking at the Sergeant again, this time completely naked. His eyes told her, Angela quickly spreading her legs for him, each time staring back into his eyes, each time wider the stance between them until they were widely spaced.
“Turn around and spread your cheeks apart Angela. Show us that lovely asshole. I’m going to start with your ass, a good spanking and then maybe a paddle to get it nice and red. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Angela? You’ll get wet when I beat your ass, wouldn’t you?”
She turned her back to them; at least she wouldn’t have to see their faces as she suffered the humiliation of showing off her anus to them, her fingers pulling apart her cheeks, stretching the wide until she knew her anus was slightly agape. “I like it when you spank me,” she lied, not sure if she was lying to the Sergeant or to herself. It felt like hours, bent over submissively, holding her cheeks apart, her legs spread wide as she could feel the eyes of all the men on her ass and pussy. She waited and waited until finally she heard his voice.
“Bring the bench over her. It’s time for Angela’s punishment.” Two soldiers slid the heavy wooden bench over near Angela, the Sergeant getting the leather straps ready.
The fingers were fucking her Christy again, three fat fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, another finger rubbing her anus as she watched her daughter humiliate herself in front of all of the men, spread open for their inspection. Even the finger that circled her anus felt good, teasing at the clenching hole, running around it as it pushed in with each revolution, slowly sliding into the opening as her muscle fought the intrusion. She arched up as high as she could but the finger only followed breaching her tight asshole and slid into her rectum.
“What a hot, tight asshole. I hope the General lets me stick my cock up there,” the soldier teased Christy. He plunged his finger in deeper, twisting and turning it inside her hot passage. “You ready to cum again Christy?” He pulled his finger from her asshole, using the thumb from the hand that was already fingering her pussy and impaled her asshole in one quick thrust that forced a groan from Christy’s lips. His other hand reached up and began to play with her clit again, pulling and twisting while Christy danced on his fingers, feeling her muscles clench on his fingers.
“Down you go Angela,” the Sergeant forcing her down on the narrow wooden bench. He could see the fear in her eyes as she saw the ropes that would secure her tightly to it. She was pushed down on her stomach, her head and chest pulled up from the bench, resting on her elbows. The soldiers quickly tied her wrists to the bench, coiling the rope around and around the bench and her wrists until she was securely bound. The Sergeant was ready with the next rope, quickly looping it around her waist, under the bench and back up again four times before he tied it, pulling it tight, Angela pinned to the bench as a butterfly pinned to the table for inspection.
“Each of you grab an ankle and spread her legs,” the Sergeant urged the two men. They eagerly obeyed, standing behind her and slowly opening her up as if she were the wishbone on a Thanksgiving turkey. Her asshole and pussy began to open up again for their inspection, this time they would also be punished, the Sergeant very good at hitting the exact spot he was aiming for.
All of the men’s attention was turned towards Christy, her cries of ecstasy as she came again, the young soldier so proud to be able to make her cum again. He resorted to pain again, his fingers fucking her bringing her to the edge of an orgasm, his fingernails digging into her clit throwing her over the edge as she bucked and came on the fingers that bore into her pussy and asshole.
Angela didn’t even try to look, her body bound, the two soldiers that had spread and pinned her legs open wide were taking liberties with her body, sliding their hands up and down her silky inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her pussy and asshole. She tried to squirm but it only drove the rough wood back and forth over her pussy, her lips pushing apart, her tender insides rubbing painfully against the wood. She saw the Sergeant moved to her side, all of them other men returning to her as her mother finally calmed down, her orgasm over again. She braced herself for the pain of a spanking, not having to wait long.
CRACK, the Sergeant hitting her white cheek with his large hand, the skin turning red instantly as Angela was pushed harshly into the wooden bench. A scream was torn from her lips. Even she couldn’t fathom the pain she felt, the sudden shock wave of pain shooting up her spine. She barely had time to take a breath before her other cheek was given the same treatment, his hand punishing her tender skin.
The Sergeant didn’t stop, alternating back and forth her twin cheeks, the skin rapidly turning pink and then red as he continued to spank her with a gusto that made his cock hard. He liked the screams he tore from her lips, the way her hips tried to dance away from the next blow, ineffective as the thick rope kept her body positioned exactly the way he wanted her presented for her punishment. The other soldiers joined in, spreading her legs wider, Angela groaning in pain as they tried to split her up the middle. The Sergeant didn’t miss the opportunity, letting his hand slide down between her legs and slap harshly against her asshole, her cries of protest sparking even greater punishment. He rained at least fifty blows to her ass and asshole, almost thirty minutes of painful spanking without letup. Her cries had turned to sobbing now, tears running out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she suffered the painful spanking.
Her ass was ablaze in pain, the Sergeant continuing to pummel her tender body, determined to make her feel the maximum amount of pain. There was no pleasure in this spanking, only pain. But she saw the bulge in the Sergeants pants, knowing that her pain was giving him such pleasure. He finally stopped, sitting next to her, the soldiers still keeping her legs spread, feeling as if she was being split up the middle. He ran his hands over her asscheeks, igniting the pain again.
“Hurts don’t it Angela? Your ass is so nice and hot now.” He let his hand slide up between her wide stretched crease, running his finger over her swollen anus, the tiny hole receiving the brunt of at least ten strokes of his hand. He pushed his finger against her asshole and pierced her quickly with his thick finger, a scream torn from her lips as his finger shoved dryly up inside her rectum. He let his finger move inside her, fingering her as she tried to escape the fingering of her asshole.
Christy was suffering a similar fate. After her last orgasm, the relentless soldier started again, but this time it was her asshole that received his fingers, her cries of protest only encouraging him further. She bounced around as two fat fingers slid in and out of her asshole, twisting and turning, her juices taken from her pussy on his fingers used to lubricate her backside for the anal probing. She felt bad for Angela as the Sergeant fingered her backside, feeling the same fate as the men continued to abuse their asshole for their pleasure.
“Now for the front side Angela.” The Sergeant pulled the ropes from her body, untying her. She sat up but the Sergeant wasn’t finished, pushing her down on her back this time. “We wouldn’t need ropes this time.” The two soldiers quickly joined the Sergeant. “One of you take her hands.”
Her arms were quickly pulled behind her, stretching the out, the soldier’s strong hands tightening on her wrists. She tried to struggle, but the soldiers strength was overpowering, Angela only able to put up token resistance. The other soldier didn’t need directions, quickly grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs up high into the air, spreading them out as he did.
“No,” she cried out when she saw the whip in the Sergeant’s hands. It was a viper tongue slapper, twin twenty-four inch leather straps that tapered to a point, made for the delicious bite it would inflict on the tender skin that it touched. She didn’t even have time to scream before the Sergeant swung the whip, the hands on her wrist pulling them tight, the other soldier spreading her legs, opening her up to the cruel lash of the whip.
“OOOOH, GGGGODDD,” she cried out in pain, the lash hitting her on the tender inside of one of her thighs, the leather hitting her skin with a sickening sound as it beat her. The pain was instantaneous and intense, far worse then the spanking she had received. She felt her body twisted the other way by the soldier, the Sergeant catching her other inner thigh, this time higher up, almost touching her pussy as the whip beat her flesh again. She screamed again, felt her body yanked up higher into the air, her back almost all the way off of the bench, her legs spread wide as the soldier positioned her to receive another blow of the whip.
The soldier almost knew what the Sergeant wanted, each time exposing Angela’s body so that the whip could reach the tender and delicate spots that the Sergeant wanted to beat. Her body was pulled up high allowing the whip to tear at her asshole, an inhuman scream torn from her lips. Back down again, this time her legs split almost up the middle, the whip able to seek out her pubes, slapping harshly against her vulva with a loud smack that shook her body. Even her breasts were not spared, a hand under her back forcing her to arch up, her delicate nipples receiving the brunt of the whip. The whip danced across her body, new screams torn from her hoarse voice each time, her body subject to the cruel lash of the Sergeant, enjoying the ways the lash striped her body.
The pain was terrible, Angela wishing she would faint, anything to escape the pain of the leather lash. But the Sergeant wouldn’t let her, making her wait for the next one, the soldier arranging her body for the maximum exposure to the whip, each time the whip hitting new spots, more intimate spots, finally pushing through her pussy lips to attack the opening to her vagina, feeling like the twin leather straps were being shoved painfully inside her.
Christy couldn’t do anything to help her daughter, seeing her cries of pain as the Sergeant beat her, knowing that it would be her turn soon, sure that the General would be administering the punishment. The soldier continued to masturbate her, a vibrating egg shoved deep inside her asshole, buzzing away as another vibrator rubbed back and forth over her clit provoking the most intense orgasm she ever had, her body shuttering as she came over and over again. The egg was pulled from her asshole with a pop, buzzing uselessly on the floor as a long anal probe, a least eight inches of vibrating probe was shoved into her asshole, cramps beginning as it shoved into her colon. A twin vibrator, one buzzing away on her clit, the main shaft shoved deep inside her pussy continued to stimulate her, regardless of how many times she had cum already. It took ten minutes, but the soldier made her cum again, between her legs stuffed with vibrating probes that sent her over the edge. He finally pulled out, the General moving to take her place, Christy afraid of what would happen now.
The Sergeant finally stopped beating Angela, her sobbing continuing as she rolled over onto her side, curling up into a painful ball. He crouched down next to her. “I enjoyed making you scream Angela. Now it is your mothers turn. But I think these soldiers deserve some reward for their efforts. Turn over, let the nice soldiers enjoy your mouth.”
She had no choice, her body a maze of pain, unwilling to even try to defy him. She rolled over onto her back again, one of the soldiers pulling her head back until he stood over her, his cock already out.
“Can I whip her pussy while she sucks cock?” The other soldier was eager to join in.
“Of course, it will inspire Angela to do a good job.” The Sergeant moved over to Christy, her spread body ready to receive his punishment.
All Angela could do was open her mouth, the soldier quickly filling it to overflowing with his rock hard cock, Angela gagging as he already pushed it to deep inside her. She felt her legs being spread again, letting them hang over the edge, bracing for the intense pain she knew was coming. She choked on the cock as it shoved down her throat, at the same time the soldier slapped her pussy with a cat-o-nine whip, the leather straps finding all the hidden places between her legs, her screams muffled by the cock that plugged her throat.
The Sergeant lashed at Christy’s ass and pussy, a leather paddle used to maximize the pain, making sure that he hit her pussy lips with each swing, her screams mixing with the muffled screams of her daughter filling the room. He used the leather paddle, then moved onto the studded paddle when her screams began to die down, the studs inflicting a new intense pain in her sex. He ran the studs up and down her slit, making her feel the harsh metal studs rubbing her delicate sex. He returned to paddling her, the sickening thud as it made contact with her body ringing out in the room.
Angela suffered under the whipping of her pussy until the soldier finally unleashed his load of cum into her waiting mouth, filling her cheeks to overflowing with his hot cum, the other soldier stopping the whipping long enough to strip naked. As soon as one cock was pulled from her mouth, the other assumed the position, shoving his thick cock into her throat without any preliminaries, the other soldier eager to whip her pussy to keep her compliant. For two long minutes, the young soldier couldn’t wait any longer she suffered under the whipping and oral rape until she was filled with another load of hot cum, quickly joining the first to fill her stomach with the vile load.
Christy almost passed out, the Sergeant taking a whip to her now, slicing her with it up and down, making sure that the whip lashed between her lips to strike her most tender skin, even slapping the whip against her asshole. She didn’t think she would last much longer, her body now a mass of pain. He finally stopped, seeing them bring her daughter over to the punishment bench, securing her into it along side of her. She didn’t fare much better, cum still dripping from her mouth, her body a mass of red welts. She looked up, two lines formed in front of them, the Sergeant in front of Angela.
“Time to service the men,” he laughed. He hefted his giant cock and placed it against Angela’s swollen asshole, feeling her cringe in pain as he did. “Grip my cock with your asshole real tight or it will be back to the bench with the both of you.” He shoved in, tearing a scream from Angela’s lips as he buried his cock inside her swollen asshole in a single plunge, feeling her colon gripping his huge member.
The General spurred on by the Sergeant, fucked his cock into Christy’s asshole, hoping to make her scream as Angela did, successful as her whipped asshole suffered the painful sodomy.
It took an hour before they had serviced all of the men, a few including the Sergeant taking them twice, cum dripping from all of the orifices, their pussies and asshole swollen and red from the repeated rapes. They could barely stand as they were led away to their cells, the General laughing. “Tomorrow you will both fight for my cock in bed or it will be the bench for you.”