Author's note: this is a work of fiction and fantasy. Please note, it portrays extreme non-consent that would be horrifying in real life, and it not realistic to what I imagine an actual American soldier's life was like in Iraq 2006. If either of those are not your thing, please feel free to browse elsewhere. If they are, wishing you a pleasant read.
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Both Hailey and Violet had been with us for over two years, and were broken in and well trained in the ways of the house. As all such girls were, they were almost always obedient and compliant, available and vulnerably open. I sometimes suspected that, as extreme as it may sound, they would do absolutely anything for me if I told them to. I imagine that many men would dream of having a harem like I had.
As I left Hailey and Violet our "living room", I walked a few feet down a dark hallway and turned to my right into a brightly-lit, white padded-walled room. I saw the tables holding such implements as vibrators, whips, floggers, crops, canes, handcuffs, ball gags, blindfolds, and even various medical devices. One table held syringes and bottles of pills containing different mind-altering pharmaceuticals. There were hooks, chains, and manacles built into the ceiling and walls. The floor contained pommel horses, X-shaped crosses, a dog's cage, and a saddle-seat sybian crowned by a massive dildo.
In a defeated, blindfolded position on all fours, our new girl Amber was easy to spot in the middle of the floor. Her stacked young body was on display and exposed, wearing only a tiny thin pink satin nightgown and delicate white sparkly pantyhose. On her feet were pink vinyl calf-high boots with towering five-inch heels that, even if she could have struggled to her feet, would have made it difficult for her to walk, much less run or fight.
As she sat there, I noticed that her forehead was beaded with sweat, mascara had flowed from under her blindfold down her cheeks in smudged black tear-tracks, and her lipstick was a mess around the contours of her mouth. There were slightly bloody runs ripped into the stockings on her smooth tight young legs, and the feminine skin of her upper back was lacerated with brutal whip marks. Unlike those other girls, she was not yet broken in, and today was a day that she was being worked and trained hard. It often took months to master the wills of these wild desert-blood girls.
Amber and her younger sister Tiffany's father had been one of the most wealthy, powerful, and fierce men in our sector of Iraq. He was a tribal leader, businessman, and an alderman of one of the regional towns. The beautiful young girls grew up in privilege and pride, with servants, private tutors instead of public school, some of the finest western luxuries, and summers at $500/night resort in Dubai. But their father had stood against, and in 2004 eventually openly fought against, the American-installed central government. So, now, a year later, Daddy was being tortured in a prison in Kurdish Iraq many miles to the NorthEast, and his beloved little princesses were my newest pets.
Above Amber's beaten and defeated body stood two American women in their twenties. Hayden was the closest one to me in the doorway, with her long black hair pulled back from the alabaster-pale skin of her beautiful, moon-shaped face and its elegant, tasteful makeup job. I could make out the outline of what I figured was an expensive lacy French white brassiere underneath her gauzy white blouse, which was tucked into a tight black office suit pencil miniskirt with a slight slit along one thigh. She wore expensive French smoke-colored silk stockings, with coutour spike heels on her feet. Tiny beads of sweat also beaded the brow of this delicate fine-featured feminine creature, which was probably related to the vicious-looking flogging cat-o-nine-tails she was had been wielding with one dainty long-red-nailed hand.
Hayden had been my girlfriend for a few years back at University, and I remember it as a great time. I had enjoyed her company - she was a smart, with-it, good girl, usually down for a dirty, nasty, rough good time. She loved getting fucked hard and being flogged harder.
But she always seemed to want more commitment from me than I wanted to give, to her constant disappointment. Eventually, I broke it off to dedicate myself fully to training for the state tae kwan do championship and then to graduating ROTC and getting ready to join the active-duty Army. She told me later that she was so heartbroken by this that she hardly got out of bed for a couple of weeks.
