Captured in Ajikistan 6 -- Night Raid
A SHORT TIME BEFORE THE ATTACK...
"This way, cunt."
The General hustled the petite, wavy-haired brunette into a tent on the edge of camp. Inside there was a threadbare mattress sprawled in one corner. In no time at all Aamir had stripped out of his sweat-soaked uniform.
"You can call me Slave Kareena, Sir. My real Master calls me that," Kareena said without thinking. She had grown accustomed to Hakim's increasing level of trust and leniency with her. Now it cost her.
"Bitch, I'll call you want I want to call you!" General Aamir roared. He backhanded her and she flew backward onto the bed. Although her cheek stung, fortunately there was no real damage. He hadn't used any real force behind the blow, but the surprise and suddenness of it still left the young girl reeling.
"Right now I am as REAL a Master as any you'll ever have. Do not forget it. Now spread those legs. I want to see that sweet young pussy before I plunder it. Have you ever been raped by a cock this big?"
The slender beauty eyed the General's cock as he walked about the tent. It was definitely one of the thicker cocks she had ever seen -- much thicker than Hakim's, though probably not quite the same length.
"No Master. I...I look forward to it," she answered obediently, hoping it was the right answer.
"You better," the General growled. He was rooting through a duffel bag near the tent's opening. As he bent over, searching, Kareena had a perfect view of the man's dangling balls and the long, elongated cock that bobbed gently like a silken-steel rod, its bulbous tip looking ominous to her.
"Ah, here it is." The General stood up and turned around. With a grin of triumph, he showed her what he had found: A candle and matches. Around the candle was a cardboard ring to catch the wax. He proceeded to light the candle before sliding onto the mattress beside her.
"Master, what are you going to do with that?" Kareena squeaked. She had a sinking feeling she knew. Her heart rate tripled as the General's weight made the mattress sink heavily inward. The tiny tent suddenly felt even more claustrophobic, more like a tomb than a tent, from the girl's perspective.
"What do you THINK I'm going to do with it? Did I not promise you some wax-play, little cunt?" He kept the candle upright instead of tipping it toward her -- for now -- and proceeded to reach over with his free hand. That strong, beefy hand slid along her cheek in an oddly gentle caress before traveling further down, along her collar bone, then down between her breasts, down to her belly, down to her exposed sex. There his hand stopped, cupping her shaved pussy almost tenderly. He seemed to relish the warmth of her cunt on his palm. He felt her swollen cunt lips against the palm of his hand and it made his cock twitch with need.
The longer he kept his hand there, the harder his cock became -- if such a thing were even possible.
"Mmmm. This little sore and abused pussy needs some relief, doesn't it bitch?"
"Y-yes Sir," Kareena sighed. "Please be gentle with me."
The General slowly rubbed his hand against the girl's sore, swollen cunt lips. "Did the Commander's cane hurt your cute little pussy bad?"
Biting her bottom lip, the petite girl could only nod at first. "Y-yes Master. He was very rough. I'm very sore down there. Please, please have mercy on me. I can be a good slave -- so good! I can suck your cock. I can lick your balls. I can suck on your balls and even lick out your ass if you... if you wish it, Sir."
The General Aamir kept rubbing her exposed sex with his hand. He changed the angle, two fingers sliding into her cunt now.
"Mmm. I will take you up on all of those offers later, slave. That much I can promise you." He kept rubbing, his fingers grazing her clit even as he held the candle in his other hand in a dangerously precipitous position. It hovered over her like a warning, yet his gentle hand on her roughly used snatch felt almost good. His two stubby fingers pumping into her sex felt better and better, in fact. The sexy brunette spread her legs wider to give him easier access now. Her soft, wet folds were soon trickling onto those fingers as they punched into her, stabbing towards her core. His thumb was twirling around her exquisitely sensitive nerve bundle even as those fingers fucked her in short, violent little bursts.
Kareena's hands clenched the mattress as her breathing quickened. She looked up into the General's strangely calm, and -- for now -- guileless face.
"Are you going to come for me, slut? It's okay. Surrender to my touch. I give you permission."
The girl's delicate face contorted with rising pleasure. General Aamir's fingers and thumb worked overtime, pummeling that young clit and pussy as he held her gutted gaze. Kareena's hands were fisted up now with white-knuckled intensity on the bed sheets as she thrust her snatch down hard, engulfing Aamir's fingers even as they stabbed up into her damp folds. And now the orgasm ripped through her like a surge of energy, her cunt twitching eagerly around her rapist's fingers. The girl's head slammed backward onto the mattress as she let out a squeal. Kareena's nipples were pebbling up hard as she came, her fluids streaming onto the General's fingers and onto the sheets, a torrent of sticky, pungent, feminine cream.
"Oh god," the 18-year-old slave girl gasped, still panting from her climax. "Thank you, Master."
But suddenly General Aamir's gaze narrowed with something that was the very opposite of calm.
"Do not thank me yet, bitch. You had your pleasure. Now I'll take mine." So saying, he tipped the candle without warning. Despite the ring of cardboard around the candle to catch the wax, fresh driblets of hot wax now dripped down directly onto the girl's clit.
"AAAAAYYYYYYY!" Kareena screamed. The sexy brunette's entire body flailed as if she were being electrocuted.
"Now that makes my dick hard," the General growled, his hand pinning her to the bed by her slender neck as he poured more wax onto her belly.
"AAAYYY PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!"
"You must learn that the TRUE measure of a well-behaved slave is the ability to embrace not just pleasure, but also pain. All that should matter to you is to give your Master satisfaction, and if that involves receiving pain, you should learn to WELCOME it. You live to please your Master, not yourself, you selfish little slut," the General roared. The stocky General snuffed out the candle, threw it aside, and suddenly mounted the flailing girl. His hand still pinning her by the throat, his rigid cock pushed forward, the flared tip pushing past her swollen labia. He felt the warmth of the wax hardened over her clit, a tiny flare of heat that only added to his excitement as he began to pound into her at a furious pace. The mattress shook as his body crashed between her legs, fucking her with a brutality which knew no equal.
Kareena's delicate little hands now gripped the General's wrist as he choked and fucked her at the same time.
"UGGGHHH!!" the petite girl croaked. Her eyes were wild, her tits shaking wildly too as the man slammed into her without mercy. His cock might as well have been a hurled spear sheathed in the soft, raw-rubbed warmth of her brutalized sex.
"AAAHHH!! Little bitch, you'll have a load of your Master's precious seed deep in your slut's pussy. Be thankful," he growled. His cock began to twitch violently, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside the girl's folds. Kareena's eyes widened as she felt his cum fill her up completely. Then she sagged with relief as he released her neck and finally let her breathe. She took in great gulps of air, her chest heaving as the warmth of the cum inside her distracted her from the fading sting along her wax-spattered clit.
