Military plaything - Part 9

The whore's routine

After a few weeks, Angie's services to the town formed a pattern.
She would always start out dressed but be undressed within the
first hour or two. Sometimes men would fuck her or perform other
sexual acts on her during daylight, but after a while it was only
visitors to the town who were forced to use daylight hours as
Angie was fully booked at night. During darkness she was kept
busy servicing cocks in all her holes without respite, except for
food and water. There were over 1500 men in the town and they
worked out a system whereby they all got a turn at her
eventually; although for any individual it was several weeks
between fucks. Angie's body seemed to have adjusted to the
extraordinary level of sexual activity and she had no difficulty
in coping with their demands provided that they were sensible.
Anybody who stepped out of line was quickly dealt with by her
guard.

The guard detail changed daily as men used their limited pay to
bribe the sergeant. They always came to Angie's cell well in
advance of the time she was scheduled to be in town. They would
go in one at a time to have sex with Angie. She always tried to
make it good for them and enthusiastically complied with their
desires as she needed them to protect her from drunken and unruly
townsmen. Angie looked forward to the simple pleasures of eating
and sleeping, while she accepted the endless parade of cocks as a
service she provided. In a strange way she was proud of the
sexual enjoyment and satisfaction she was able to provide to so
many men and pitied their wives for not being able meet the
demands of their spouses.

The worst part of Angie's life was entertaining the soldiers on
Tuesday and Saturday nights. Angie's twice weekly performance in
the Theatre Room usually started with a striptease and her
playing with herself. The men had enjoyed her first night in the
Theatre Room so much that they seemed to want endless repeats.
The size of her audience varied from as low as 300 on some
Tuesdays to as high as 600 on some Saturdays. Here reputation
had spread throughout the region and men came from great
distances to see and fuck her. Increasingly the men were not
even soldiers and many of the officers and NCOs in the garrison
were getting rich selling illicit tickets to Angie's show.
Her orifices would usually be filled by a hundred or so cocks
during the evening and she found that she could cope quite well.
Prior to the performance Angie always warmed up with her guard.
As they were the first to use her cunt and her anus, she coated
their cocks liberally with gel to ensure easy entry. After that,
the lubrication from their cum made it easy for the men who
followed.

After a while, Angie's cunt rarely caused her any problems. It
had been well stretched and unless a large cock was thrust into
her too vigorously before she was sufficiently warmed up, she
experienced little pain from her vaginal passage. Similarly her
anus was easy to access. As it was used many times every day,
Angie got into the habit of evacuating her bowels every morning
before she was taken to the square. If necessary she took Epsom
salts as a laxative to ensure that he colon was clean. The one
thing she could not get used to was sucking a cock covered in her
shit.

She had to suck many cocks each day, sometimes over a hundred and
this was the most difficult part of her services. It wasn't so
bad if they let her use her hands as she became skilled at
stroking cocks and holding it in her hands so that the man
ejaculated without penetrating far into her mouth. They liked to
spray cum in her face, hair and breasts, but that did not hurt
and was easily cleaned up. Frequently though, they would tie her
up in some way so that she was helpless to protect her mouth and
this was a recurrent nightmare for her.

Before she had started her new occupation, she had no idea just
how much cum a man could produce. With her husband it had
dribbled out of her vagina after sex, but she didn't know how
much had stayed inside her. Each time a man came in her mouth
she knew only too well how much cum he produced and some men
seemed to produce pints of creamy lumpy liquid. She became adept
at coughing it out, but however skilled she was, much of it ended
up being swallowed or worse still in her lungs.

She got used to the taste and texture, it was like eating a
rather flavorless, salty and slightly rancid warm ice-cream. It
varied from man to man; in some it was very runny and liquid like
milk while in others it was thick like clotted cream. She
enjoyed the cum of some of the younger men as it was almost
sweet, but older men's ejaculate could be sour.

Her problems with sucking cock were mainly breathing and the risk
of choking, although her guard was always on the lookout for this
and took quick action to clear her airways. Vomiting, due to
swallowing excessive amounts of cum, was also a problem, as was
bruising and damage to the tissues of her mouth, which happened
when men held her head and fucked her mouth vigorously. Her
guard always warned them about this, but in the heat of passion
some men could not control themselves. On more than one occasion
the culprit ended up with the butt of a rifle slammed into his
face, which usually caused him to cum immediately before
collapsing on the floor.

Angie could have bitten into cocks that were hurting her, and now
that she was protected by her guard there would have been no
reprisals for doing so. In fact she thought her guard would find
it hilarious if she bit into a cock. However, Angie did not bite
and never objected to anything that she was told to do. She knew
that she was a completely worthless whore, that her only function
was to give men pleasure and that she always had to obey their
orders without question.

Special services

While servicing the men was not too difficult, performing special
tasks was often horrible for her. The Commandant and his
lieutenant were endlessly devised ways of exploiting Angie's
commercial value which involved subjecting her to many different
sexual perversions.

The biggest and most commercially successful of these was not, as
it turned out, the most traumatic for Angie. The Commandant
decided to attempt to break the record for the number of men a
woman could fuck vaginally in one session. This stood at over
300 and the Commandant aimed to reach 400. The woman had to be
awake, compliant and fully aware of what was being done to her
throughout the performance and every man that fucked her had to
reach a climax for his contribution to be counted. In previous
attempts the men had worn condoms, but the Commandant
specifically did not want this for Angie, mainly because he
thought that it would be much more entertaining for her audience
to see gallons of cum but also because the whore was not
accustomed to condoms.

It was going to be a long session so he gave Angie two days
holiday before the attempt. It had to be organized with military
precision, but that was what the Commandant had been trained for.
He would allow each man only 2 minutes in which to cum. Even
then Angie would have to fuck continuously for 800 minutes or
over 13 hours. This meant that her lovers had to be erect and
close to cumming before they entered her, so they had to stand
naked in a queue. Any man who climaxed early or lost his
erection would be sent to the back of the queue. Any man who
failed to cum within the 2 minute period would have a large
rubber dildo shoved up his ass. The Commandant had found that
this invariably caused the man to cum at once, for physiological
or psychological reasons that he could only guess at.

The record breaking attempt started at 11am in the morning, and
Angie was laid naked on her back on a mattress on a table looking
up at a monitor so she could watch her performance. Her buttocks
were supported by a cushion on the edge of the table so that her
cunt was at cock height and easily accessible. He legs were held
wide apart in two stirrups attached to wooden stands, so that
each man could easily walk between them. There were the usual
array of lights and cameras to record the session.

It took nearly 17 hours to break the record and reach 400. The
garrison doctor kept Angie awake with stimulants while she
watched and felt man after man and cock after cock enter her and
shoot his load. There was a lot of cum running out of her and
all over the floor but Angie's well trained cunt performed so
well that she was extremely happy to have achieved a world record
with so little trouble.

The Commandant was even happier. He produced what he considered
to be his finest DVD. This broke more records and became the
highest selling porn movie of all time, more popular even than
the fabled 'Deep Throat'. The great advantage of DVD was that
each time a cock entered Angie; a small window would show the
vital statistics of the cock and its owner. So interesting
information such as the size and shape of the cock, the age and
name of its owner would be available, as well as ancillary
details such as how many women he had fucked previously and how
many times he had fucked Angie so far.

While breaking the record was not as bad as Angie had feared, it
was the lieutenant who directed her worst experience, mainly due
to his unusually perverted tastes. He had Angie dressed in a
white dress with white underwear and sat her on the stage at a
table with a white starched tablecloth. The table was laid with
a large dinner plate, knife and fork, together with the usual
condiments and an empty jug and drinking glass. Angie had no
idea what was expected of her until one of the soldiers waiting
in the wings of the stage came out, climbed up on the table,
undid his pants, pulled them down, and presented Angie with his
bare ass hovering over the plate. With some straining and a
repulsive odour he ejected a large brown lump of excrement on to
the plate. Then Angie knew what she had to do and that it was
necessary for her to do it to prove what a loathsome slut she
was.

She picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of the turd off and
placed it in her mouth. It was still hot and very sticky but
despite the repulsive taste and smell, she managed to swallow it.
It was very hard going for her. After placing each forkful of
shit in her mouth, it tasted so repugnant that she had difficulty
in swallowing it. Consequently, she kept the shit in her mouth
for a long time swishing it around with her tongue. Angie had
always been fastidiously clean in her eating and it was
distressing to her that she kept getting brown excrement on her
lips or dribbling out of the corners of her mouth. Her audience
was at the same time fascinated and disgusted with the thing they
saw on stage eating fresh shit.

Angie had to have a drink to help her get the shit down and the
man whose shit she was eating obliged her by pissing in the empty
jug. She did not want to drink his urine, but it was the only
way in which she could clear the sticky shit from the sides of
the mouth. Strangely she felt stirrings of sexual excitement at
having to drink the man's piss. She was discovering new things
about herself. She liked to drink piss?? She found that
drinking warm piss was not too unpleasant and much better than
having shit coating your mouth.

She ate platefuls of shit from 3 men, but the fourth was too much
for her. Already her stomach was heaving with the load of manure
it contained, but the fourth man had small white round worms in
his crap. As soon as she saw them her stomach turned over and
she brought up everything she had eaten. At the insistence of
the lieutenant, and knowing that it was the best thing for her,
she tried several times to eat the repugnant shit with worms but
each time she could not keep it down.

Seeing that this ultimate degradation was not completely
successful the lieutenant had to satisfy his obsession with
faeces by having Angie tied up and slowly stripped from her white
clothing while men defecated directly on to her face, breasts and
vagina, until she was covered completely in shit. He then had
her washed clean by men urinating on her naked body.
The shit session was a horrible experience for Angie and she had
nightmares about it for weeks afterwards. Then the lieutenant
arranged a similar session for Angie, but this time had her
bathed in cum. This was not nearly as unpleasant for her. She
had to sit naked in a bath on stage while men masturbated and
ejaculated all over her. Soon she was covered in strings of
white sticky cum, but Angie was used to this and it did not
concern her greatly. Eventually the bath was nearly full of cum
and the lieutenant kindly pushed her head down until she
disappeared into the mixture. She came up coughing and
spluttering panicking as she had thought that she would drown in
cum. Her only compensation was later when she was proud of being
one of the few women in the world to have been totally immersed
in sperm.

For six month's Angie had been entertaining the soldiers, the
townsmen and millions of viewers of her DVDs, VCDs, videotapes
and web pages. The Commandant and his henchmen were extremely
rich, but were hooked on exploiting Angie even more. They were
very fond of her; she had become a completely subjugated and
compliant sex slave who could be used for any purpose they
wished. There were always a few of Angie's fans who thought that
making a Snuff movie would be the ultimate achievement for her
and while he was attracted by the idea of having Angie fucked to
death, the Commandant could not bring himself to kill the goose
that when laid produced such lovely golden eggs.

The journalist

One warm afternoon, Angie was lying on the bed on the platform in
the centre of the square. She was still fully clothed in a dress
which unbuttoned down the front, bra and panties. She was
stretched out with her wrists and ankles tied with leather thongs
to the corners of the bed. It was siesta time and very quiet,
none of the townspeople were around and her guard was dozing.
Out the corner of her eye she saw a stranger approach her. This
was not unusual as visitors to the town always came to view her
and usually had sex with her.

The man was small and tanned and wore a cowboy hat with one side
pinned up. He took lots of photos of her from various angles and
then a whole series while he unbuttoned her dress. She could see
that he had a hard on with his cock budging against his pants.
He slowly pulled her bra straps down photographing all the time.
He had two very expensive looking camera's, one digital and the
other very bulky, he even had two aluminum coated umbrellas which
he arranged to reflect light on to Angie's body. When he pulled
the cups of her bra down to reveal her nipples she could see from
the sweat on his forehead that he was very excited. He took many
photos of her breasts including close-ups of her nipples with the
big camera. He kept changing film with this camera and had
already got through 10 rolls when he started to pull her panties
down.

He spent about 15 minutes photographing her panties coming off.
He had to cut them at the sides with his pocket knife as her feet
were wide apart. She couldn't see what he was doing but she felt
him open the lips of her vagina wide and spend much time pulling
at her flesh and putting his fingers in her while taking more
photos.

Then she saw that his excitement had become too much for him, he
had unzipped his pants and had his hard cock out. He was
fumbling in his pocket and produced a condom which he proceeded
to put on. This was very different. Angie had fucked many
thousands of men in the last 6 months but not one had used a
condom. The man climbed on top of her and still wearing his hat,
inserted his cock into her cunt. He started fucking her
vigorously and after about 10 minutes he let out a long moan as
he came.

As he lay there on top of her exhausted, Angie was thinking that
it was nice to have something to do on an otherwise empty
afternoon, but then there was nothing special about this man,
when he said "You are American aren't you?" It took her a few
moments to realize that he had spoken in English. Her eyes
widened and she replied "You speak English?" Her voice filled
with excitement. "Well no, Australian actually" he drawled.
As he lay on top of her they talked. Her guard were too far away
to hear them and after a while the man whose name was Bill, got a
second wind and fucked her again. He explained that he was a
photo journalist and he had been investigating the porn trade in
Australia. He had visited her web site and bought copies of her
DVD's, who hadn't. Nobody seemed to know who she was or where
the movies were taken, but he had gone to great lengths to find
out. Eventually he had managed to enlarge part of the background
of some video of Angie in the square and decipher the name on a
shop. It had taken him 3 weeks to find a town in a remote
location high up in the Andes which might have been the one in
the DVD. He had struck lucky when he arrived that morning to
find Angie tied up in the public square.

Angie told him her whole story. He was very excited, he had the
scoop of a lifetime and the female was a good screw he could use
as much as he liked. When Angie told him about the Trophy Room,
he asked if he could get into it to take some photos. She said
that he could probably bribe the sergeant but it would have to be
a big bribe for him to take such a risk.

After about an hour, her guards were stirring and men were
beginning to filter into the square ready for Angie's nightly
session. Bill said he had to go but would come back to see her
at the same time tomorrow. Throughout her night's performance
she could see him hovering in the background taking hundreds of
photos with a huge telescopic lens.

As promised, the next day he came back and told her he was going
to the Trophy Room that night. She was not tied up and he
timidly asked her if he could fuck her in her ass. She readily
agreed as she preferred ass fucking when men had bad breath and
asked him to put some gel on as she had dried out from her
guard's cum. He finished in her mouth, but he was very gentle
with her so she was quite comfortable with him.

The next day, after fucking her, Bill told her very
enthusiastically that he had got wonderful photos of the Trophy
Room and better still he had copies of many of the photos stored
in the Room. He said that he would be leaving the next day and
that he would go to New York where he would sell his story and
the photos to every major magazine in the world. There would be
huge publicity for Angie which would help to get her released
from her hellish sexual slavery. He did not add that there would
be a huge amount of money for him as the story would be the
hottest of all time.

Angie was very upset and concerned when she heard of his plans.
At least everything that had happened to her had occurred in a
small and remote town. She didn't want friends and people at her
office to see her nude or learn what had happened to her. Bill
could hardly believe that she could be so nave. He patiently
explained to her that not only would her friends and guys in the
office have already seen her nude but also fucking thousands of
men. Angie was horrified when she discovered how exposed she had
been. She asked him what magazines would publish her and he said
he would go for front covers in Time and Newsweek, the girly
magazines such as Playboy and Penthouse would do whole spread's
on her including centerfolds (he had large format photos of her
which could be blown up to life size or even larger), the
newspapers would show her, and of course TV, the possibilities
were endless. He got her to sign a contract he had drawn up on
his laptop making him her manager and giving him exclusive rights
to photos and videos of her. He promised Angie that he would get
her out of the mess she was in and that she could make a lot of
money touring the world as everybody would want to see her.
Then Bill asked Angie if he could take some photos of her
fucking. She was surprised as he already had a vast number of
photos of her fucking and asked him why. He said he wanted to
use his large format camera so that the photos could be blown up
to billboard size if required.

Bill produced a young boy of about 17 to fuck her as he wanted
the contrast in age. This was very easy for Angie
as she had fucked many young men who were always keen, with
small cocks that came quickly. Then he got a disgusting old
beggar to fuck her, who smelt and was dirty with rotten teeth.
Although he was not as nice as the small boy, Angie had fucked
the man several times previously and managed to put up with the
smell, making a mental note to get Ella to put some insecticide
in her hair wash tomorrow morning.

Bill left the town and things got back to normal.

The price of fame

Three months later Bill came back with exciting news, she had
made the front cover of Time and Newsweek, a rare honour. All
the girly magazines and newspapers had gone to town on her. He
had contracts galore to do photo spreads of her when she got back
to civilization. Getting her back was proving to be a problem.
Angie was too valuable for him to let the rest of the news rabble
locate her, so he had deliberately implied that she was somewhere
in Asia and at this moment many news teams were scouring
thousands of islands in the Philippines, looking for her. At the
same time, the only way he could see of getting her released was
to put political pressure on the government of this god forsaken
country.

In great secrecy he had used contacts in the Australian
Government to let the US Government know where Angie was being
held. It was a very delicate situation as the US Government was
about to complete an agreement with the country in which Angie
was being held, to stop the production and export of drugs which
were currently flooding the American market. The CIA had
facilitated this agreement through generous gifts to the
president of this country and it would be in neither party's
interest to have a great deal of publicity over Angie at this
point in the negotiations.

Top brass

President Alphonse Diego was standing with Generalissimos Ortonda
looking out of one of the palace windows. They were admiring
Ortonda's new red Ferrari. The President invited Ortonda to join
him for a trip in his new boat, the term he used to describe his
new 140 meter luxury cruiser anchored ostentatiously in the
harbor.

Abruptly changing the subject the president murmured "We have to
do something about your man Navarre in San Pedro, this porn
racket he has is causing me great trouble with the Americans.
Something about an American girl he is using as a sex slave? I
do not want American media involved. It must be done quietly. You
understand?"

"Yes Mister President, I have it in hand. Commandant Navarre has
been very generous to us both over the years, but now he has
agreed to retire. He has already arranged to move to his villa
in the Bahamas. The girl was involved with the rebel leader
Juan, who has also been very helpful with the marijuana crop this
year. I shall see if he can assist with her."

The President nodded and went back to smoking his Cuban cigar and
trying to work out whether he had sufficient sound proofing the
stateroom of his new boat.

Freedom

It was just over a year since Angie had been made prisoner and
started her life as a sex slave, when the Commandant came to
Angie's cell and explained to her that he was retiring from the
military. As a parting gift he would set her free. She was to
be taken over the mountains to another town where a bus would
take her back to civilization. An Australian journalist who had
helped to arrange her freedom would travel with her to ensure her
safety.

Their escort was minimal, just the driver of the jeep and another
soldier on a motorbike traveling behind them. They both seemed
very nervous as they slowly made their way through the thickly
wooded winding track. Bill sat beside her, the buttons of her
blouse were undone and he was playing with her left breast which
he had pulled out of the cup of her bra. Occasionally he would
bend over to suck her nipple. Angie didn't mind at all, she was
used to the attention to her tits and felt neglected without it.
Bill had yet another hard on and was deliriously happy. Tonight
he would fuck her several times at the hotel and take more photos
of her. He had never had a woman who was so completely compliant
and with such lovely tits. He had already made a small fortune
out of her and he would make even more as he fucked and
photographed her in the best hotels in all the major cities in
the world. He would make her wear very revealing clothes to
maintain her publicity and he thought that he could hire her out
to many wealthy people who would pay well to have sex with the
famous American whore Angie.

Suddenly the jeep screeched to a halt. A tree was blocking the
track. For some unknown reason the driver jumped out of the
vehicle, ran back to the motorbike traveling behind and scrambled
on to the pillion seat. The bike turned around and disappeared
at high speed bouncing back down the track with both of their
escorts clinging on as though the devil was chasing them.
Then Bill saw the reason for their desertion. Six men dressed in
camouflaged fatigues had surrounded the jeep with automatic
weapons aimed at them. They were all handsome, with long curly
black beards, and looked very serious. The leader walked toward
the jeep and broke into a broad smile, his perfect white teeth
contrasting with his tanned skin and dark features. Angie wailed
"Juan" and reached out towards him a picture of happiness.
Hours later a dejected Bill was standing alone at a crossroads in
the middle of nowhere. He had been told that a bus should come
through later that day or possibly the next day. Angie had been
overwhelmed to see her lover, Juan the famous rebel leader, and
had gone off with him to some hideout in the mountains leaving
Bill to mourn his losses.

Angie held Juan's hand for the rest of that day as she gazed at
him with eyes full of love and adoration. He looked so
commanding and handsome and seemed happy to be reunited with her.
They had passed through a minor boarder post, at which the
guards greeted Juan as an old friend, and into another country
that she had never even heard off. Apparently it was very small
and isolated in the middle of the Andes. In the evening they
arrived at a medium sized town with 8,000 inhabitants and booked
in for the night at a very gaudy tavern.

Hooker love

Exhausted, Angie had gone to her room at 6pm and bathed before
changing into a very pretty nightdress that somebody had
thoughtfully left for her. Juan had said that he too was tired
and would come to bed early, but already she had waited two hours
and she was feeling very neglected. For the past year she had
continuous male attention throughout her waking hours and now
without it she was lonely. Even so, Angie was so excited that at
last she would make love to Juan.

At the same time she was very worried that after she had fucked
so many men he would not like her. She knew that she was a
common whore and not worthy of him and thought that her vagina
was probably too loose to satisfy him. She hoped that he would
be rough with her as that was what she was used to.
It was 8pm as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, she
adjusted the bodice of her nightgown so that a little more
cleavage was exposed, put on her prettiest smile and waited for
Juan to open the door.

He always came to this brothel when he was in town. The whores
were ugly and exhausted but cheap. He had not washed now for
nearly a week as he had been busy getting his pigs ready for
market, walking them through 50 miles of muddy tracks and then
selling them. He had made good money though and tonight he would
spend some of it on a good fuck.

He was especially lucky as the madam had told him she had a new
girl tonight, an American girl who would be big enough to take
him. This was good news as there were few girls at the brothel he
could fuck due to the size of his cock, which was unusually
large. Twice now girls he had fucked had been forced to take a
week off work to recover. He had paid the madam extra money for
the honour of being first with the new girl, she had agreed
saying it would be a good test for the new whore, if she could
take him she could take anything.

As he stumped up the stairs he thought how lucky he was to be
first, there were another 20 peasant farmers like him downstairs
waiting for their turn with the new girl. If she was as good as
the madam said she would be very busy.

He paused at the heavy oak door and opened it.
As the door opened, Angie's trepidation peaked. The man who
clumped heavily in was not Juan but some dirty looking smelly
pock marked peasant with a week's stubble on his jowls. She felt
shocked and betrayed; this was like a continuation of the
nightmare of the past year.

He looked at Angie with a sheepish grin, undid his pants and
dropped them off. He discarded his grimy underwear and walked
towards Angie who was lying on the bed in a pretty lace
nightgown. His cock was rigid with excitement at the lovely
female body he could see through the thin garment.
Angie looked at the oaf's hard penis. It was huge, she gasped
catching her breath. It would be lovely to have that in her. A
slut and whore like her would be honored to bring such a cock to
a climax. Then it dawned on her that this place was not a tavern
but a brothel. She had thought that the ladies in the bar
downstairs wore a lot of makeup and cheap perfume. So once again
she was condemned to be a whore. She hoped that there would be
more men like this one waiting for her downstairs so that she
would not be lonely anymore and would be doing a worthwhile job
that was within her limited talents. Looking at this man the
clientele of the brothel must be very basic which was all a slut
like her deserved.

Smiling she lifted the hem of her nightdress up over her cunt and
tits and pulled it off her head. She opened her legs wide and
murmured "Come to mummy baby."

The end