Tilstock was a rat, everyone on the island knew that and had known that for years. He barely even merited having his first name used. Just because his dad was a big cheese in the army years earlier Chris Tilstock had got away with a lot of shit over the years. David Adams had hated him when he was Governor of the island, both because he was such a work shy, untrustworthy shyster and also because he was such a letch over his pretty young wife Victoria. He would sleaze around her at every opportunity and generally pester her with little or no comeback from her as she would never have been interested in a pathetic specimen as him, especially with a husband like hers. He had made several 'inappropriate' comments to her upon her arrival and seemed to be impervious to her obvious and blatant disgust and repulsion to him, while David had decided to treat him with the contempt he so clearly deserved, not even giving him the respect of telling him to 'bugger off'. He truly was detested by almost anyone that had the misfortune of meeting with him.
Yet everyone on the island tolerated him and let his antics slide, it wasn't worth the hassle of doing or saying anything and he somehow always managed to make himself appear useful to have around. And then the war came to the island, bringing with it the invading Japanese and the ruling British citizens being swept into prison camps and enforced servitude. Being the kind of scum Tilstock was he soon managed to weasel his way into helping out the Japanese, making himself useful to them and selling what soul he had to save his own neck and gain as easy a life as he could. The other Brits and colonials despised him but he didn't care, he was out of the prison and his collaboration had gained all sorts of perks. Proper meals, clean water, a softer bed, being excused from the labour the other prisoners were set and now this the greatest perk he had earned so far. He smiled his reptilian smile as he turned the door handle and licked his lips, for what he was about to receive he was indeed thankful, and all for informing his Japanese captors of an escape attempt that was being planned.
He pushed the door open and the first thing he saw in the room was his own revolting reflection. He was 48 but looked older on a thin, wiry frame that did not look strong at all. He was five foot six and balding, his furtive, prying eyes hidden behind cracked, murky spectacles. His clothes were not at all what he was used to but needs must in these circumstances and compared to the rags that many of his compatriots now wore his shabby jumper, shoes and trousers were positively evening dress. He brushed back a long wave of his greying hair on his head and tidied himself in the mirror before stepping inside the room.
The room itself was inside the building that had for some years previous to the war been the island's Town hall, this had been a dressing room. Nowadays the building had been turned into a bordello cum brothel and the room was where the former Governor's wife was currently selling her body in order to preserve both her and her husband's lives.
Victoria Adams lifted her tired head from the pillow it had rested upon, her long blonde hair tangled and unkempt somewhat yet still retaining much of it's previous allure. She had a resigned look on her face at the arrival of another customer. It was three weeks since her hated rival, Lucy, the girl she had fired unceremoniously from her staff when she was the First Lady of the Island, had banished her to this hell, forced to prostitute and whore her sexy body out to a multitude of Japanese soldiers or their friendly islanders. Truthfully she didn't know which were worse, both were equally depraved and animalistic in their desires and it was genuinely such a debasement for someone of her upbringing and standing to perform such grotesque acts with these lowly scum. Looking back, that period after the Japanese army's initial invasion where Lucy and her boyfriend Captain Sakota had used her to fulfil Lucy's sadistic vengeance, making her parade though the town naked, having her act as a servant, making her eat Lucy's pussy, forcing her to become a 'comfort' prisoner for visiting dignitaries before finally performing a humiliatingly ritualistic bukkake before the whole islands population, was perhaps not so bad as the daily grind and disgrace of becoming nothing more than a series of holes to satisfy these bastards desires.
She looked at Tilstock in the doorway, taking a few moments to recognise him. As she shifted her position to properly face him she winced slightly with the old dog collar that Lucy had placed around her neck all those weeks ago when this nightmare had begun, chaffed roughly against her delicate neck. For the briefest moment hope bloomed in Victoria's eyes, after all, since being banished to this new demeaning role in life as a prostitute the only people she had seen had been either soldiers or islanders who had been sympathetic or helpful to the Japanese soldiers efforts. For all that she had loathed Tilstock before the war, once she recognised him she could not help but think that maybe he was the bringer of good news. But one look into his shifty eyes told her the story, told her that this was no hero come to her rescue rather just another customer. Tilstock smiled nastily at the dull realisation as it dawned in Victoria's eyes. As he moved slowly into the room she instinctively pulled her legs up on the bed and wrapped her arms around them protectively as she moved away from the advancing letch.
"W-What do you want? Why are you here?" she knew in her heart the answer but still had to ask, to hear what he had to say.
"I've come for you my dear, I've come to collect my just deserts I've waited a long time and put up with a lot to reach this point and now it's time to collect. I've come for your sweet ass Victoria!"
Tilstock was grinning maniacally at Victoria as he spoke and as he inched towards her, his hand reached to his belt and began to unbuckle it. The tired blonde pulled her legs in tighter to her chest and tried to find her voice to at least plead to him, to beg that he not do this but looking at him she knew it was pointless and hopeless and all that escaped from her lips was a small cry as he hauled off his belt and his raggedy trousers collapsed around his ankles. He no longer had the luxury of underwear so Victoria was immediately confronted, almost at eye level just yards from her, by the single most disgusting, scabby, dirty cock that she had encountered in her weeks as a 'comfort' prisoner even her cruel captors and the savage island men were more appetising than this.
Seeing her revulsion and disgust just spurred the brute on, cackling like a madman that had craved something for so long that he had become somewhat unhinged he spoke in a goading, menacing voice.
"What's the matter you stuck up cunt? Am I not good enough for you? I never fucking was, was I bitch! Well guess what, you don't look so high and mighty now, wallowing in this squalor like a tuppeny whore. I've got you now and I'm going to fuck you like I've wanted to for so long. Every hole! Your darling husband isn't going to fucking protect you now is he? He's too busy telling the Japs all he knows out in the field in his bamboo cage."
Despite her own plight, Victoria would not allow him to besmirch her husband, David like that.
"That's a lie! Take that back, it's you that is the collaborator, you are the traitor! David's worth a hundred of you!"
Smiling at having got so under her skin so easily, Tilstock reached forward to grab Victoria's unkempt, long blonde hair in his rough hand. She had backed up all she could and her bare back was now against the cooling, stone wall of her room. Holding her like that he bent forward to leer with his ugly face right into her pretty one (still retaining her natural grace and beauty even in these terrible conditions), as he spoke his mottled lips revealed rotting, stained teeth and he hissed triumphantly at her.
"That's as may be Missy but this very morning I took a walk past his cage and filled his water bowl up with my own piss and let me tell you bitch he was drinking it straight from here by the end, that's what your precious fucking hero is reduced to doing now!"
It was no lie, Tilstock had revelled in doing such a hideous thing to the former Governor who had so hated and ignored him for so long, watching Major Adams scrabble round on hands and knees as he pissed on him had been a real personal triumph for Tilstock and just from his voice as he described it Victoria could sense that what he said was true. The news demoralised her further and her head dropped and slackened as the fight and resistance left her and a dull acceptance filled her.
"That's right and now his stuck up wife is going to suck me off!"
A final sob escaped Victoria as Tilstock pulled her head towards him and at the same time thrust his erect cock forward to rub against her lips. She almost retched and gagged at the prospect of what she was going to do, the fact this was so much more personal than all the others just made it all the worse and she could barely believe that one of their own would sink to these depths. The smell of stale sweat and the disgusting sight was too much for her and as she closed her eyes she felt his fingers prying her mouth open and then his dick slowly ploughed it's way in, sliding horrifically for her, along the length of her tongue.
