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Beatrice stood there. Her long, toned, muscled, bare legs were spread wide by the tight chains on her feet even as her hands were pulled up over her head, pausing her breasts to flatten ever so slightly in her tight white tee. Those white legs trembled as she looked out over the tight bit gag. "Mphg?" was all she could ask.
Sarah's head turned away as the man brought her under control. "My name is Sarah." she repeated stubbornly. "And i just wanted to make my friend more comfortable."
There was little Beatrice could do but wait; the other soldier had gone up to the slope of the stairway right above her, and getting hold of the rope he pulled it upwards. Her arms quickly straightened above her, as she was forced to heave herself up on her soles. The rope cut gently into her wrists and gave her no chance at all to flex her arms. The soldier saw her involuntarily looking upwards and his eyes swept over her shapely, tanned limbs.
"Really shoulda blindfolded you too, but we want you to know what's coming" he said. "Well, you seem to have incited your bunch of dykes, so they think they have to fight us. I mean, we don't really want to fight you we're forced to it by your preposterous ideas. To think that women could live on their own without need for the protection and love of men, now that's really a laugh. I don't know what's happening to the girls you left behind, but you look like you could use a lesson, snooty lady. By the way, why do you folks alaways seem so mdisgusting and hairy in y'armpits? Willie, time to check her out?" he said, laughing. Willie, the soldier who had chained her to the floor-rings, brought a rough ball clothed in grey, very rough sandpaper and reached inside her tee to get close. He rolled it against her armpits, as they lay completely open.
"Sure, she's got some hair here alright" he said, rubbing the grainy surface in. Beatrice's face tensed.
"Yeah, thought so, Said the soldier on the stairs. "What's the point in that, seems really corny to me. Answer me, whore: what could be the point in growing a rug under yer arms?"
"Mmmgh!" Beatrice grunted.
"You've got no logical reason, and that's because you can't think" he said. "What did you do down on the farm, cuddle each other all the time?"
Willie suddenly reached out, put his hand under her tee which had long since got stretched and sweaty. He didn't look at her at first, and caressed her nipples, then suddenly, he pinched them hard.
"You're going to get both fucked and knouted with that one" - he nodded at the whip - "before we've prepared you, Betty.And you're gonna love it!"
"I didn't ask for your name, bitch" the soldier said in a cutting voice as he pulled Sarah backwards and secured her bound hands with a dog-leash to a post behind them. Opposite them, two soldiers had brought Hannah to her knees and were pulling more coils of rope pinning her forearms to her back. "The black one doesn'r seem keen to speak, so you'll need to answer a few questions for her" - he removed her gag ."We've heard there were some weirdo things happening in the sainted revolution, bras were burnt and some pregnant women got their bellies cut open 'cause your inhuman stormtroopers said they were showing solidarity with men by bearing their kids. What bullshit! So what did this here negro woman do? You better tell us."
"You're going to pay for what you've done, miss Nubian!" one of the men erupted at Sarah.
Beatrice trembled as she hung in her bonds. She muttered into her gag and looked downward squeeking as her nipples were pinched. There was nothing else she could do.
Hannah shook her head. "She didn't do anything like that."
"You look like you could use some washing" Willie said in a hoarse voice, positively eating Beatrice's bust with his eyes. "If I were you I'd think a bit of what to say when you're questioned. You always were the leader, I guess?" He pinched again at her nipples while Beatrice clamped her teeth into the gag.
We want to know why you've made those friends of yours so nosey and bratty. They don't seem to realize they're in prison. If you want to tell us, then do it now. If it isn't a good one, you'll get some fun with this whip, to begin with." He removed her bit gag for a moment, his eyes swept up her stretched arms, and then he looked hard at Beatrice.
"So you don't even know what your comrades were up to when they rebelled? That's cute, girl. If your'e a vacationer with no politics then I'm Cindy Crawford" rapped out one of the soldiers facing Sarah. "If you're this coldblooded you need to know how much I'll take! Did she teach you how to be a lesbian? Never mind, I'll correct that training." He waved his hand at Sarah and the guys around her, and one of them put a knife to the base of her nose.
"Open your mouth wide and suck me, baby, or she gets disfigured" the soldier told Hannah.
"I convinced them of the righteousness of our cause. I also thought I had convinced them of the seriousness of the danger we'd be in but I apparently hadn't. Still, I take responsibility." Beatrice spoke calmly and firmly, even as she hung there, her tiny shorts now hiked up over well-muscled thighs and her huge tits jutting beneath her tight white tee.
Sarah froze as the hook was placed in her broad, nostril. Hannah slowly sank to her knees, parting her defiant lips into a wide, big mouth, ready fher captor to use. Sarah closed her eyes and tried not to move.
"Not good enough" Willie said, frowning at Beatrice's words and swiped her face with the back of his hand, before silencing her again with the bit gag. He walked around her and saw her powerful body, bolt upright in her bonds and subject to his will to make her bleed and, hopefully, cry like a kitten. Her neck upright, she was visible as a gracious outline in the slightly dim light.
Willie reached a post about six feet behind their captive. He weighed the whip in his hands, leaned slightly on his right leg, and made the first lash. The cord flew out like a sleek, snaky tongue and let loose its six knotted thongs, ending in sharp metal, at her hips and right buttock. Beatrice at first was completely silent, then gave a muted, high-pitched grunt. It ended as sharply as it had begun.
The whip hit her again, knots and bolts dancing over her skin. The soldiers chuckled as they looked on, Beatrice grunting and tugging at the ropes on her wrists as if trying to escape this whipping post where her female pride was in danger of being eaten alive by the minute.
The G.I.'s facing Hannah unzipped their trousers and their dicks loomed in front of her face. Her hands bound at her back, she knelt like a pleasure slut, her mouth wide open. "That's right, sweetie" one of the guys muttered and pushed his swelling head into her mouth, and looked on as she began licking. "That's some slave" the other said and followed on with his shaft beside. Naked and bound, Hannah's torso began waving like a willow. "Mmmgh, mmmgh..." she gasped.
Beatrice grunted sharply again as the whip landed once more. Her shorts, tiny as they were, were denim and largely dulled the pain that landed on her ass above the very high bottoms of the shorts, even as the bottom of her nicely chubbed cheeks were exposed. Her white shirt provided less help, although there was some. The real pain came on her thighs and lower buttocks, where the metal cut the skin and caused trickles of blood to move down her powerful lesbian legs, even if they didn't have the full musculature of a raging bulldyke like Hannah. As the whips continued, her grunts gradually turned to sobs as she struggled to make herself heard around the gag biting into her mouth and hurting her jaw which was so used to speaking freely and decisively.
Hannah, meanwhile, had nothing to do but suck one cock and wait for the other. She closed her eyes and sucked the head, taking more and more of it into her wet, inexperienced mouth. She'd never sucked a man's cock before. Sarah, meanwhile, was petrified, still threatened with the pick as Hannah was forced to suck off the guards, hands and arms bound.
(msn session, the soldiers enacted by Gagged_Louise, the women by Stephanie)
"You're doing fine" one of the soldiers told Hannah, glaring like he meant it. "If you feel it's enuff, just stamp your foot in the ground; it's all you can do". He rumpled her hair and pushed his cock further in.,
Hannah immediately stamped her foot on the ground...repeatedly, even as her kneeling position made it a little tricky.
"Whoa that's a bit fast" said her teacher. "Aren't you happy to help your pal?" The guy standing next to him suddenly pimpled with his dick at her ear, and there was no remission.
Hannah closed her eyes tightly, continuing to slurp the huge cock forced to the back of her mouth; he held it in there, pulsing in her mouth like a gag, and told her how much they'd love to hear the truth when she was ready to be questioned. This is just foreplay, he said.
Hannah just sucked, unable to speak or move. She whimpered faintly around the hard cock.
His cock grew thicker and suddenly tensed , shooting like a soft -air gun shot to the back of her mouth. At once her tongue and mouth were bathing in his juices. The others looked on and clapped their hands.
"Mpphgg!" Hannah protested as the hot semen shot down her captured throat. The man beside her tugged at her hair, drenched with sweat, and wiped it a little, then spun it around his hand and jerked hard, Her head went up like on a springboard. Hannah gasped, spitting out cum and saliva, as her head was pulled back by her sweaty, dark hair, held tightly.
The man in front of her growled "Oh no you don't, Missus!" and clamped his hand over her mouth, while the other pushed his cock head against the opening of her ear. Too narrow really, but he could get some way in.
Hannah gulped down what remained in her mouth, hoping that would get the hand removed.
"That's it, girl" the soldier said and slowly he lifted his hand.
"I didn't mean to spit it out." Hannah groused. "That tug was just sudden and unexpected."
"Nobody chokes in the face of a soldier!!" said one of the other men. "The bitch is for me too, I want to take her virginity here".
"I'm not a virgin." Hannah protested.
"Leave it a minute, Robbins" said the man who had just molested her mouth. "You'll get yours, but we need to get on with the ebony princess that Miss Jane Fonda is plainly trying to shield". The other man was still rubbing his prick into Hannah's ear
"What are you going to do to me?" Sarah asked.
The man next to Sarah removed the hook from her nose, freeing her from that danger for a moment. Sarah relaxed her body a little. those athletic black muscles no longer strained and still.
"We know you were a criminal in the days of the revolution, and you incited people to give up their homes" one of the men informed her. "You'll get your due, but first we'll show you what fear is about. Don't think you can be that snooty tomorrow, slut..."
"I'm not snooty, you fucking cracker!" Sarah snapped angrily, jerking forward and tugging wildly at the cuffs that bound her hands.
"Well, then you must be a daredevil" he said and pinched her nipples.
"Ow!" She jerked back, her sizable breasts bouncing a little in her bra.
"You wanna be like your leader? I bet she's getting tortured right now" the man growled at her.
"I...Yes..." Sarah said fearfully.
For a moment there was a glint of respect in the eyes of the soldier, then he pointed at Hannah and yelled "Look at your buddy, she's drenched in other peoples sweat and semen 'cause she's too fuckin' obnoxious and she doesn't know how to take it! She'll be fucked again within an hour, you wanna be like her!?"
"No." Sarah answered. "But just get it over with, whatever you're going to do.":
"I want you to get this, little lady, we have means of inducing change in you so youŽ'll even begin thinking new thoughts, and then you'll obey any man you meet. Do I make myself clear!"
"And then I'll die anyway in the end?" Sarah asked.
"I hope not, we want your obedience to be a free choice" the man in front of her said. "Nuff said for now."
Sarah, who knew the prisoners always died in the end under this government, just nodded at the lie.
"Jane Fonda?" Hannah asked curiously. "She was that actress against the Vietnam War, wasn't she? I don't...I don't understand the connection."
Sarah shifted uncomfortably in her bonds, waiting for it. Meanwhile, Beatrice was being whipped and Minerva and Dawn were caged.
"Well, what did Janey gain from that?" retorted the man who had just throated Hannah. "You've been in with this disloyal crowd long enough and whatever secrets you're keeping will be dragged out of you, chick." To make his point he leaned forward and fingered her defenceless pussy.
"Wet, huh? I like it when I meet a female convict who's headstrong, that increases the pleasure of bending her will to mine"
Sarah was agonizingly tugging at her handcuffs as the man went on "You know, we don't normally have women in the service but you look like there could be a future for you in some sort of covert service. Not now, but once we've turned you away from the sect you're in and made you realize your talents. Somebody just might be interested in training you as an agent, maybe abroad...but that takes absolute loyalty of course and you're not there yet, not by far."
"I'm not interested in hearing no confessions now, you've had your chance" Willie called out as he made lash after lash draw blood from Beatrice's thighs. Parching her skin, each new strike seemed to tear new cracks in her toned, healthy legs and sent new jolts of pain up her spine. She was beginning to bend forward, her fists clenched and her head bowed in anguish as she tried to evade the merciless flogging.
In the half-darkened cage cell, the guards on post were darting glances and watching Dawn and Minerva. It had been half an hour since Beatrice had been taken away, and they guessed she was being tortured. Dawn, with her cage door still open, her hands tied behind and her feet bound to the sides of the opening and her ball gag hanging around her neck to be used at a moment's notice, watched them with a blank, emotionless face. She was utterly vulnerable to an assault but looked determined not to invite it.
"What does Jane Fonda and the Vietnam War have to do with anything?" Hannah asked in increasing confusion. "I don't know what she got from it or anything else she did. I'm only vaguely aware of who she is. You're just confusing me."
Sarah shook her head. "I'm not that naive. I know how these things wind up in the end."
"Well, that one had the good fortune to be born in a democracy, at the heart of the free world, and then she just wasted it, posing by them Viet Cong tanks and sleeping with the yellows. Such a filthy MF!" he jabbed at Hannah."You'll soon find you're through playing games, Miss. But we're too humane to have you killed anyway, that's not the concept here" he added, turning at Sarah.
Willie moved the dreaded flogger higher to Beatrice's midriff, smashing hard three times for each round and watching in delight as the knots and bolts scorched her skin - the dark red sheen was plain now through her deteriorating tee. Beatrice cringed and grunted like a hunted animal, and her legs were visibly beginning to give way. He held in the whip and walked out of the corner to stand in front of her. Her eyes squeezed shut and her hair dripping with sweat, the woman's skin looked faintly grey.
He put his fingers under her chin and dug them in. "MMMGGH!!" she moaned. Willie leaned forward and whispered in her ear "You're at our mercy, slut. I bet your friends are being fucked right now, you'll get yours too." Then he hauled up two small breast-clamps from his pocket and put them, one by one, on her nipples. He rattled them a bit and tightened the springs to ensure the bite would dig firmly into her tits.
Boy does she look hot, he thought as Beatrice's chin involuntarily went up like the bow of a ship that's about to be engulfed by the sea.
Hannah just looked even more confused. "I still have no idea what Jane Fonda or the Vietnamese have to do with feminism or anything else. I mostly know her as the excercise tape lady. Could you please explain what the Hell it is you're talking about? This isn't a democracy anymore anyway."
Sarah shrugged. "Sweet of you to say so but I know what the hood means. No one who's ever been hooded during their arrest has ever lived in the end, although some lived for years afterwards before it finally happened. I'm not naive or gullible."
Beatrice, meanwhile, was bloody, clamped and gagged. The harsh whipping had torn huge chunks from her shirt and also torn her bra, leaving her battered and bloody flesh almost entirely exposed. The denim shorts had fared better and were still essentially intact.
"Well, making her voice turn raw and emotional as she went to 'Nam, she just managed to pick all the wrong positions. What kind of American would fraternize with the enemy and even refuse to bring home soldiers' lettters when she met some of our men?" he jabbed at Hannah. "Scum! But she didn't get her way. Miss Fonda was the kind of disloyal bimbo who always want to be in the limelight" he said, looking at her with wild eyes.
"You say you know her from exercises, okay, we'll keep your cunt exercised here. You two shouldn't be so deluded by your own propaganda, girls. And you" he turned to Sarah - "No time for you to be so high and mighty about people killed. Lots of people were killed during your revolt. so you should just learn to cooperate with reasonable men.
Willie removed Beatrice's cruel bit gag and slowly her head slumped a little. She exhaled in short, rasping breaths. Her eyes still didn't open and there was a stench of blood and dried sweat about her. Her face looked glazed, almost unconscious, and didn't move, but when the soldier hit her cheeks with his hand, she moaned and her face twitched; she hadn't really passed out. He tugged at one of the breast-clamps to see how the bound woman would respond.