General Khorokov - his men just called him 'Khoro' - strode down the main avenue of the rubble-strewn city. He wore a smart-looking uniform. He was a stout figure, with a clean-shaven rugged face that had seen too much of war. War could be hell, but it could also be opportunity. In the aftermath of the fall of the Soviet Union this tiny, mountainous republic in the middle of nowhere no longer mattered. Except for those it DID matter to, of course. Each petty local warlord wanted to conquer Belgestan. General Khoro was the most ambitious among them.
"Do we have the city secure?" the General asked. His field operations commander, Dostro, nodded.
"Just a few pockets of resistance left, Sir. Something else I wanted to show you...you'll want to see this."
The lanky second-in-command led his General to the police station on the corner of the next block. The front of the building was scarred with light gunfire but had stayed otherwise untouched. Khoro commented on it with some surprise.
"Our insertion units took control of the armory and forced the police to surrender. Sergei is still in control of operations here."
Sergei? Ah yes. The General smiled grimly. He was perhaps the most ruthless of all of General Khoro's black ops commanders.
"Right this way, Sir." They walked through a glass revolving door and entered the police headquarters. It was a drab building, white-washed concrete walls broken up by fake-wooden desks which looked like they'd been built 30 years ago. They heard moaning coming from the end of the hallway. Khoro's eyebrows quirked. He joined Dostro as the two walked into the police station's main meeting area. It was a vast room with tables and chairs lined up against the wall. Khoro's eyes widened. Sergei Voskili stood with a naked young woman kneeling at his feet. He was completely naked too. He held a cane in his right hand - one of his favorite sex toys. He took the damn things with him everywhere.
He turned to his general. "Welcome, General. As you can see, we have total control of the police station."
The General looked around in disbelief. In the conference room there were nearly a dozen women. They were all naked and all of them were being raped. Ten men had formed a line, with each girl, all of them between 20 and 30 years of age by the looks of it, kneeling on all fours, their cunts getting fucked hard from behind as their breasts swung with the force of the men's deep thrusts behind them. Their moans - and the men's grunts - now filled the chamber.
The girl at Sergei's feet was a big-breasted brunette with long, flowing hair. She had a noble face, the face of a strong woman, and gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes. The discarded uniform beside her named her as 'Samantha Sespolga.' Samantha was now eagerly smothering Sergei's cock. Her face worked up and down, her jaw bulging with the cock now inside her mouth. Sergei had cuffed her wrists behind her back. Now she sucked and slurped on his dick, making louder noises as the General neared. Sergei was resting one hand on the beautiful brunette's head. The other hand occasionally slammed the cane into the girl's shapely buttocks, making the girl jolt as she continued to lovingly encase his penis in her mouth.
"Congratulations, Commander. I see you wasted no time. Who are all these women?"
For a brief second, the sexy brunette pulled her mouth off of Sergei's cock. She looked up at the General in his cleanly pressed uniform pinned with its many medals, and clearly realized he was the rebel army's leader.
"Please make him stop. Please, we are prisoners. We should be treated humanely. Please Gener-" She never finished her plea. Sergei pulled her by the hair and slapped her across the face.
"Did I say you could talk, little slut? Keep SUCKING. That's what you're good for now." He thrust the head of his penis at her lips and she reluctantly took him in. Taking deep pulls of his cock once more, she slurped voraciously on his shaft, gurgling as she went almost balls-deep onto him, her nose pressed into his pubic muff. Sergei dropped the cane he was holding so that he could gather the girl's hair away from her face and help her pleasure his dick free of obstructions.
"Uhhh...oooohh...aaahhh! Forgive me, General. I answer your question now. These women are all police officers. WERE, I should say. We have 11 fine young pussies here. I have two older cunts in back. We decide later what to do with them."
The General nodded. He looked at the nearest girl being fucked. Her discarded uniform named her as 'Jessica.' She was slender, a sexy young blonde, maybe 21 years-old. She had the most exquisite breasts, so perky - and right now her nipples were stiff with arousal while the soldier behind her grasped her shoulders and slammed his dick deep into her sex. General Khoro suddenly thought, 'She looks to be about my daughter's age.' A sudden uneasiness washed over him. He looked down, coughing, trying to erase the image he'd just seen even as the blonde's pleas intensified.
"Please, Sir...ahhh...uhhh! What are you going to do with us?" Jessica asked the man penetrating her.
In answer he simply smacked his palm across her right ass cheek and told her to keep fucking.
General Khoro pretended not to hear. Clearing his throat, he licked his lips. "Sergei, as much as I know your men deserve to release all the pent-up tension from these past days, there is still much work to be done."
Sergei frowned. His lust receded into the background for a moment. Samantha's lips formed a tight seal around his cock. She gurgled and groaned, "MMMMmmm!" as her chin bucked against his balls. She nearly choked on his shaft. Finally she had to pull her mouth back for a moment as pre-cum oozed down her bottom lip, down her chin.
"Keep sucking, whore." Sergei tapped the back of her head. Samantha greedily took him in her mouth again, cradling his shaft with her tongue. Meanwhile Sergei's frown deepened.
