Rape is a powerful weapon. Not violent savage rape, but a rape that forces the victim to feel pleasure, to enjoy the touch, the caresses, the deliciously wicked words whispered in your ear, and then the penetration and deep long thrusts that follow and culminate in those elongated waves of pure sexual pleasure.
It is purely psychological, you use the person's mind and body against them, I had done this with Maryam. She thought her religious beliefs would save her, that she would not feel anything other than anger, rage, despair and disgust.
She was wrong.
I sat on the chair in the large tent, in the shadows watching, I heard her moans, long and low, and I watched.
The solider between her legs was deep in side of her, he thrust steadily, his face was wet with sweat, so was hers, her eyes were tightly closed and her scarf had moved to reveal her long dark brown hair.
The solider had tugged open her gown to reveal her pale heaving breasts, she had lovely breasts, large and rounded with deep pink aureoles that had been pinched, plucked, fondled and sucked.
"Oh God!" I heard her moan and I smiled faintly. The solider moved faster and faster inside of her, she arched her body, clawed at his back, her hips rose off the sturdy camp bed to meet his, he lowered his face to her breast, his sweat dripped onto her skin and he licked it away then he latched onto her heaving nipple with his mouth and her eyes shot open to reveal the glazed darkness of her pupils, her mouth formed into a delicious round "O" and she began to pump even harder against him, the solider sucked on the nipple, his tongue rolling around the swollen hardened flesh and then she came as did he, with a wail of unadulterated pleasure that shook the thick canvas walls of the tent.
She lay on the bed on her back, spent, her body heaving as the solider slid out off her and got to his feet, he pulled up up his pants, zipped them up with a quick flick of his hand, turned, saluted me and left the tent without even looking back.
"Did you enjoy that Maryam?" I asked from where I sat in the shadows.
She didn't look at me, she had closed her eyes again, her face was soaked in both her sweat and that of the solider who had just come inside of her.
"I hate you," she said in her own language, she had a sweet low voice, she was well educated, and had the beauty of her race, the profile of an Empress, long thin nose, high vaulted cheek bones the long limbs coupled with rounded firm hips, the ever so honey hinted skin that was milky white where the sun had not touched it; her breasts were equally rounded and firm and her and she had long slender fingers, delicate but strong, she had fought hard in the beginning, not wanting to have her body betray her but she was a captive, my prisoner, and I had all the time in the world to break her and she knew it. She would have preferred me to be brutal, but we had not used physical brutality on her, we had been slow, gentle, and constant, bit by bit we broke down her defenses, stripped away her pride, her dignity, her self-righteous rage.
She didn't have the courage to take her own life, few people do, perhaps she would have done if we had treated her savagely, true she was being raped but not in the way she had expected, what I had done, I had done in such a way it confused her, and she hated me for it, because I had tapped into a sexual need that she wasn't even aware was inside of her and now it was awake and demanded to sated despite her attempts to crush it from within.
She had raised to be a good girl, a respectable girl who obeyed her father and if he was not there then obey her older brothers, physical pleasure was not something had been aware of, even her mother had not told her exactly what to expect on her wedding night when it happened though she heard whispers and had some idea as most girls do, even those who live sheltered constrained lives.
Her virginity had been taken by my Sergeant who knew how to please a woman in bed, he had his orders and he had followed them to the letter and now two months on from the day she had been captured, she was being forced to face her own physical weakness for the pleasures of the flesh.
"Love, hate," I mused from where I sat my arms folded across my chest, "Both the same really."
"You are a woman too!" she spat from where she lay, "And you let this happen!"
I smiled, she often threw my sex at me, that I was a woman who allowed men to rape an innocent young girl, yes she had been raped, but she had succumbed to the needs of her body in the end, as I knew she would, the flesh was weak even though her spirit was strong.
"You were the price your brothers had to pay for what they did,"I said patiently, "Be glad they think you are dead, we have let them mourn you, grieve for you, you can never go back, they wouldn't want you any way, not after your time with us being used as a mattress but even more so not knowing who the father of your child is either."
She went still on the bed at my words, slowly she turned her head toward me, her eyes huge, and filled with shock.
I smiled again, "Maryam," I said gently, "You don't think you can avoid getting pregnant do you? My men have been fucking you every single day for the last two months now, you are probably pregnant right already."
Her hand instinctively went to her belly which at was still seemed flat but I had noticed an ever so soft roundness to it, and my own female instincts told me that Maryam was well and truly in the family way.
"I can't have this baby," she said frantically and struggled to sit up on the bed, tears filled her eyes and slid down her face.
"Yes you can and you will," I said calmly, "Because you want to be a mother, and because you have no choice, you won't do anything silly because you know it would be a sin, not to mention the fact you have enjoyed yourself even though you have also hated it, paradoxes are wonderful things, don't you thing?"
"I hate you!" she sobbed as more tears, sweat and snot ran down her face.
"I know you do," I said gently, "Now lie back down on the bed, you know you haven't finished, you don't finish until midnight, you know the rules."
Her hand went to her belly again and the fear in her eyes was fear for the child in her belly. I laughed.
"I thought you didn't want to have this baby," I mocked her and she cursed me, scrambling to her feet, her long black cloak billowing out like the wings of a giant vampire bat.
She came for me with a shriek of maternal fury, her fingers aiming for my face.
I got to my feet and quickly stepped out of the shadows, like my men I was dressed in sandy colored combat fatigues, and like my men I was more than capable of defending myself.
I caught both her clawing hands with ease and subdued her with minimal pain or discomfort, she swore, cursed and cried as I pinned her arms behind her back and forced her head almost down into the sandy floor beneath us.
I let her rant and rave until all the fight was drained out of her for the time being and then I spoke, slowly and precisely.
"Our bodies betray us Maryam, it's a fact of nature, you might hate what is being done to you on one level, but the pleasure it brings is very powerful as well you know, we are all sexual beings, with needs that both frighten and delight us, you struggle with your desires, what you want."
"No one wants to be raped," her voice was muffled and I let her go then, she lay face down in the sand for a moment, then she sat up, and brushed her face with her hand, realized the scarf part of her cape was showing her hair and hastily pulled it over her head.
"No, they don't," I agreed from where I still, hands at my side, looking down at her kneeling in the sand, "People have fantasies but they don't want the reality which is understandable, with you though, you have given into your bodily desires, it was bound to happen, our bodies are made this way, made for pleasure, some people can control their needs and desires but you are young, and inexperienced, all I did was bring your desires to the surface and now they are being met by my men and you like it, you also hate it but you also love it."
"I hate it!" she spat out and I laughed.
"No you don't, on one level yes, but on the level that counts you like it, even love it, because you know there is more in the way of bodily satisfaction that you can have, more pleasure, in ways you can't even being to imagine except in a part of your brain that is so ancient it has been locked way, you see Maryam when we were savages, women had to procreate to survive, they weren't monogamous, they fucked men to provide them with the best seed to sire their children, one woman would could have ten children and ten different fathers, she did it to survive and to help her do it, it was made pleasurable, you don't know what your body is truly capable of if you awaken the savage inside of you, like I said, I can prove my theory to you if you want."
She looked up at me, startled, I smiled down at her.
"I don't believe you," she said, "It's not possible!"
"I'll make a deal with you," I said taking her by surprise, "If I can prove what I have just said then you will accept your fate as an army whore willingly, if I don't prove to you what I say is the truth, I will arrange for you to have an abortion, get the Doctor to sew your hymen up, and arrange for you to be miraculously found safe and sound in hiding and returned to your family, unsullied and without anyone knowing you have been an army camp whore for the last few months."
She snorted with disdain at my offer, "You wouldn't keep your promise," she said.
