Carl awoke as the morning sunlight lit the room with a soft glow. As always now, he had slept well. He stretched idly, feeling the silkiness of the satin sheets on his naked body. He looked around the large bedroom, taking his time to admire the magnificent furniture, and the priceless paintings. The whole room gave an air of affluence, something he had never expected to see, let alone enjoy.
Life had certainly taken a turn for the better. Here he was enjoying life in this historic mansion, full of priceless treasures and antiques, whilst his comrades, he smiled at the word, suffered at the front. Not only was he as far from the front as could be possible, he was surrounded by beautiful women. All of whom were available at his beck and call, there to satisfy his every desire.
No longer did he have to put up with the forced celibacy his gross form imposed upon him, his pot belly, balding head, and gross ugly features. Now he could pick and choose amongst the cream of womanhood. And he did!
His efficiency at running the camp and ability to make money, meant even in wartime his wards, or slaves as he liked to think of them, ate well and looked healthy.
Virtually all resistance had stopped, the women resigned to their fate. They were trapped into obedience by the threat of extremely painful and of course usually sexual punishment, not just to themselves but to numerous women. His policy of "the crimes of one are met by the punishment of many" had been an overwhelming success.
The war already into its second year would probably continue for a few years yet, as both sides were deadlocked.
Over the past months by providing customized service to the heads of the armed services and government he had built up a network of contacts who could not afford not to help him if the time came when he needed them. The sexual tastes of many of these powerful men, were illegal in the general society and state brothels, but could be completely satisfied by his slaves, and some of their tastes were very strange. Of course he kept a record of their activities, written and secretly photographed.
However that was all in the future for now all he had to do was enjoy himself. Now even his huge sexual appetite was sated at the end of the day. There was also an endless supply of women captured from the invasion of their countries, and he had recruited several roving officers to commandeer the best looking ones, "for the war effort" of course.
Again he stretched, fondling his semi erect 8 inch cock, his hand grasping the fat thickness of its shaft, as he lay admiring the baroque ceiling. After yawning once more, he rose and after shaving and showering, went downstairs for breakfast in his silk dressing gown, the slick material clinging to his body. His large heavy penis forced the front of the gown outwards. Once upon a time he would have been embarrassed by such a display, hiding it from any eyes but his own, but here he could do as he wished. His cock dangled semi-quiescent, but not for long he smiled.
As with every morning now, his servants prepared breakfast. The table was laid, and the smell of fresh coffee hung in the air. Though today, being warm and sunny, the table had been laid on the patio overlooking the beautifully manicured gardens. These were on the side away from the camp fields, a private haven for any who worked here, and reflected the affluent gentility of the place.
His two most recent maids stood, heads bowed, their hands behind their back, by the sideboard ready to instantly follow his commands. One was blonde and one was a red head.
He watched them as he settled down. Both normally wore special uniforms, as did the rest of his house staff who were of course all women, with the exception of the two brutish butlers who when necessary, enforced discipline for him.
During the day, the maids wore specially tailored maid's uniforms of transparent blouses and short miniskirts over their suspenders, stockings and of course no panties or bras, barely hiding their assets, but at breakfast and for more exclusive occasions, they only wore micro-aprons, suspenders and stockings, and sometimes nothing at all. Their breasts hung free and uncovered and the aprons finished well above their genitals, leaving the exposed slit of their sex visible under their trimmed maidenhair. The aprons seemed to heighten their nudity.
These women were exquisite, personally chosen by him from the hundreds of inmates. As they came over to serve him he savoured the way their bodies moved, the sway of their unrestrained breasts, the pertness of their nipples and the soft fluffiness of their pubic down.
As the brunette bent over to fill his coffee cup his hand rose to caress her generous breasts. He loved the heaviness of the soft flesh. His fingertips lingered over her nipples, squeezing them forcing them to erect. The girl stood bent over enduring the Major's touch. She stiffened slightly as the Majors other hand slid up the inside of her naked thigh and fondled her labia, the tips rubbing and teasing the flaps apart to touch the entrance to her vagina. His present whim was for women with prominent labia, clearly visible between their legs. Many women in the camp had forced piercings, their nipples and labia, even clit hoods weren't spared, but today these lovelies were free of adornment,
"Very nice, stand still, open those legs for me!"
He continued to fondle the girl's sex, enjoying the soft feel of her inner lips. He mused that never in his previous life would he have had any chance to fondle a woman of this calibre, and the thought exciting him further. He rubbed his hand up her smooth thighs above the socking tops, loving the contrast of textures.
The girl stood her head bowed for they were all forbidden to look at the Major's face unless ordered to, she would be seeing the material of the Major's dressing gown, stirring on his lap as his cock started to rise.
The Major motioned the girl to spread her legs further, whilst continuing to caress her buttocks, teasing her spotlessly clean anus with his finger tip. He took a sip of his coffee, before with his free hand opened the front of his dressing gown. His nakedness was exposed to the two women, his large heavily veined cock now standing up straight in his lap, under his hairless pot belly. The foreskin had drawn back and the purple glans contrasted to his pale flesh.
He turned his chair sideways to the table and motioned to the girl, who having no choice in the matter, knelt down in front of him and leaning forward slid the length of his cock into her mouth. He smiled with pleasure watching the other girl, the blonde buttering his toast, every move making her breasts shiver and shake slightly.
Reaching over the table he proceeded to eat the toast whilst the girl slid up and down on his distended member as he stroke her fine hair with his other hand.
"Lick it slowly, tease the head," he ordered the kneeling girl.
"You!" he indicated the blonde, "jog around the garden."
She immediately proceeded down the six steps and then jogged around on the large lawn.
His cock stiffened further as he enjoyed the spectacle of the blonde's tits bouncing around on her chest as she jogged across the newly mown lawn. Her long hair flew in the wind and her buttocks pumped her elegant legs. This one had been born in a place like this, a countess; it pleased the Major to humiliate her further by making her a sex slave in it.
Her husband, a count, was forced to work as the gardener, though carefully shackled and gagged. This morning he was working weeding one of the beds and was naked. A thin wire tight round his scrotum above his balls, was attached by a short chain to his ankles, and prevented him from rising beyond a crouch as the ring squeezed his balls. Any violent movement and it would cut them off completely. The Major smiled as he saw him crouching watching his wife debased in front of him, helpless to assist.
