David dragged Emma out of the tent by her hair, her soft, white legs trailing in the black mud, and threw her over a table. He called over two soldiers, and in accordance with his orders they began to tie down the struggling woman's hands, leaving her face down, stomach on the table, and arse in the air. For good measure they strapped her ankles to the table legs, so that she was bent over at 90 degrees.
'I'll show you what happens to women who don't know their place!' David screamed in her ear. He was seething with rage, and a crowd was starting to gather. 'You're about to get a lesson you'll never forget!'
With that, David grabbed her dress and threw it over her back, exposing her creamy white arse, which seemed to glow in the dusk. She was wearing the same pale blue thong that she'd had on for three days, and it sat tight and snug in her beautiful, round ass-cheeks, exposed to the whole camp. David began to run his fingers, ever so gently, up her inner thigh: she screamed at him to stop, but his soft, sensual caress led his hand to the cotton of her thong, just where it covered her arsehole. Without a second's warning, he pulled back his hand and slammed it down onto her right cheek with terrific force, creating a perfect slap which resounded all around. The men watching gave a cheer as Emma shrieked in pain.
'I'm going to teach you the lesson your daddy should have, you stupid bitch! I'm going to tan your arse till you beg me for forgiveness! Till you beg!'
'Go to hell!'
'What was that?' said David, clutching a buttock in either hand. 'What was that?'
'I said go to hell,' said Emma, her voice trembling. She had scarcely finished when David's palm struck her arse once more, even harder than last time. This time there was no respite: his blows fell one after the other, his rough hands striking a rhythm on her smooth, pale cheeks. With each spank her whole arse quivered in the moonlight, and a gasp of pain escaped her lips. Her white skin was slowly reddening, and David was only getting started. His blows rained down heavier and heavier, as sweat dripped from his brow. Emma began to sob, wriggling against the ropes that tied her, and soon she couldn't help but shriek as each spank found its mark. Her arse felt like it was burning.
'Please, stop! Stop! I can't take it! Stop, please!'
David stopped spanking her and grabbed her thong with both hands, yanking it into the air and flossing her crack. 'You fucking whore -- beg me! Show me you're sorry!'
'I'm sorry, David! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please, stop! I'll do anything -- I'm begging you!'
'That's more like it,' he said. He had broken her resistance: with nothing but his hand and her arse, he had made her his. 'But I'm only just starting to enjoy myself.' Emma screamed uncontrollably now, as he resumed his spanking just as before. Her arse was bright red and her thong was still half way up her back. Each blow sent shockwaves of pain through Emma's body, and each felt like the last she could take.
'What do you want from me?' she howled. 'I've said I'm sorry!'
'You don't get it, do you, bitch?' said David. He grabbed her thong again, and moved round to her ear. 'Don't you realise,' he whispered, 'that by the time I'm done with you, you won't have an orifice that isn't filled with my cum?' Emma's eyes grew wide in terror, and her voice failed her. 'And the best bit? There isn't a thing you can do about it. There isn't a single scenario in which I don't fuck you in every hole I choose.'
'David, you can't! Not here!'
'See, you haven't learnt a thing! You're losing your virginity right here, and right now!' With that, as the onlookers cheered with delight, David let go of Emma's thong and moved around to her face, He dropped his trousers. Through her tears she saw a pair of tighty-whities, and David's cock bulging inside them. He pulled it out and held it, erect and glistening, only a few inches from Emma's face. 'Do you see this?' he asked. It was the first cock she had ever seen. 'It's about to take away every shred of dignity you ever had. I'm about to make you a woman.'
'Fuck the bitch! Fuck the bitch!' The whole crowd was chanting, drowning out Emma's pleas. David kicked off his trousers and strode in his briefs back to the business end. He took out a knife, and with one deft stroke cut Emma out of her dress, which he ripped away and threw to the crowd. He cut the straps of her hot pink bra, tossed it to the crowd like meat to dogs, and for a moment cupped her warm tits in his hands. Emma's arse was still glowing and he gave it a few more slaps for good measure. Then, grabbing her waist with one hand, he pulled aside her thong, and beheld her virgin pussy. He rubbed it with a rough finger. She was dry as a bone, so David spat int his hand and started to rub his saliva around her hole, as Emma begged him a final time to hold back. In reply, all he said was 'Fuck me, this virgin doesn't even shave!', and the crowd cheered.
Carefully, he lined up his rock hard dick, and pressed it against the rim of her pussy. 'Shall I?' he asked, and the onlookers roared their consent. 'Emma? I can still change my mind, you know.'
'Please! I'll do anything! Please!'
He looked at her, quivering on the table, her bubble butt spanked within an inch of its life, her thong stretched and exposed, her tits on show and her face a stained with make-up and tears. She was the picture of humiliation -- utterly at his mercy. Perhaps she had suffered enough. But then he glanced again at her arse and his dick throbbed, and he thought -- perhaps she deserves every last thing she's going to get.
