Japanese POW
by James Madden


FOREWORD 

In every war a certain breed of man seems destined to step forward. He is 
not an admirable man. He is, in normal society, repressed and maladjusted, 
thirsting for the ultimate limits of power over another. He is the torturer. 

Soldiers have come back from the wars with horror stories of torture and 
degradation, torture for information and degradation to break their spirits. 
And frequently, when asked if they talked, the soldiers who answered yes and 
no had much the same observation: it didn't seem to matter to the 
torturers-they rather seemed to like what they were doing. 

Torture is sexual in nature. There is no denying that. Both the torturer-the 
sadist-and the victim-the masochist-have been known to experience the 
ultimate in sexual thrills from the experience. This has been evident for 
ages, and only reaches its heights in the writings of the Marquis de Sade. 

Perhaps the key to making society a sane, safe place to live is to recognize 
these degeneracy's of man and try to keep them safely confined to the pages 
of books and the imaginations of their keepers. Suppression has never 
stopped the anti-social practices of man, and it is too late to start hoping 
it will. 

THE PUBLISHER 


Chapter One 

He was a little man with a big cock the color of tea-stained ivory. She saw 
the thick veined shaft, the dull red spongy tip, and smelled the curled hair 
surrounding the shaft's base. Then she felt the tip strike her mouth and, 
while her tormentor hooted, shouted obscenities in Japanese, she gave in and 
opened her mouth. 

The crowd of guards laughed, their voices rough-edged with lust. She shut 
her eyes and accepted the heavy penis that stretched her jaws and thudded to 
the back of her throat. 

The guard sawed his penis in her mouth and she choked on the salty, sticky 
mass, as thick as a weight-lifter's arm. The guard thrust his cock in and 
out, faster now as his nuts tightened. She choked and blushed and got dizzy. 
The sun scalded her naked back and buttocks which were pointed toward the 
cloudless sky. The humidity made everything stink and aroused the flies. 
They buzzed constantly. 

She was about to choke on the stink, the heat, the cock and the degradation. 
The guard plunged his prick deeper, nearly down her throat. Another guard, 
behind her, patted and pinched her ass. She quivered and goose flesh 
exploded between her thighs. A second guard crowded behind her. He shoved a 
finger up her ass and her cries were muffled against the pummeling mass. 

No, she thought. Not in the ass! The one hole no man had ever known, the one 
hole no man had ever been cruel enough to want to fuck. But this squat, 
slanty-eyed, thin-lipped brute was forcing his cockhead between her ass 
cheeks, enjoying every moment of this humiliating act. 

She wiggled and whined and her plump alabaster buttocks danced and slapped. 
And that aroused both guards more. The cock in her mouth got bigger and 
began spurting. The cock in her ass advanced and, as she adjusted and gagged 
on the fullness in her intestines and belly, he swatted her ass as he rode 
her, advancing deeper into her puckered brown hole. 

The twin cocks thrust deeper. The pain in her ass became a dull, pleasant 
throbbing and the weight in her mouth didn't choke any more. She couldn't 
understand the sudden and abrupt shift from disgust to enjoyment. It 
happened so fast it left her weak. But then why try to understand? Enjoy 
these two virile men, their pricks fucking her throat and anus. And let the 
understanding come later. 

Deeper and faster they fucked. She couldn't breathe and suddenly didn't want 
to. This fucking was pushing her to the edge of ecstasy and she wanted to 
fall into that silent, cool, fathomless pit where she would finally know 
peace. 

But they wouldn't let that happen. She was too good a fuck. 

Her jaws swelled and then the hot creamy fluids gushed down her throat, 
burning her tonsils and throat, scalding her throat and stomach. She 
swallowed as much as she could, but the residues spilled over her lips and 
down her chin. And while her throat worked, the cock in her ass went off. 
Her spine rippled. Her buttocks quivered and she jerked her hips, flinching 
as the seething gouts of cum tore into her anus, triggering her own orgasm. 

Her big titties dangled but were soon covered by gnarled yellow fingers. 

A third guard had lain beside her and was squeezing her big red-ringed 
titties. His long dirty nails scratched and ground against the spongy tips. 

Like a horse, she whinnied and the Jap guards thought that hilarious. The 
watching men howled, drowning out her cries of humiliation. And fear. For, 
never in her young, nearly virginal life, had she ever experienced such 
brutality. But what frightened her even more was her almost avid acceptance 
of it. 

Her own degradation, and she almost welcomed it. She had to use the word 
"almost" for if she admitted that she was enjoying this breaking of her 
spirit, she would certainly lose her mind. 

They fucked with wild abandon. Their long stroking cocks were like fire 
hoses, pouring their hot jizz down her throat, up her ass. She shuddered as 
each burst pounded her guts. They filled her throat, filled her ass and 
still they showered her with their stinging, burning jizz. 

And those sharp nails, like teeth, ripped at her passion-bloated tits. 

Her glands responded. The fierce brutal attack made her clitoris swell, made 
her cunt produce lust-oil which slickened her thighs, turned her thick black 
pubic bush into a mass of diamonds. 

Her lips were puckered even as her face was contorted with a hard, driving 
lust... an emotion she didn't want to feel but couldn't control. She 
couldn't help it. Her cunt overflowed. Her clitoris was swollen and about to 
erupt. Her titties were heavy, swinging, responding to the squeezing, thick 
nipples now and aching so! 

Her belly was pumping as she breathed rapidly. Her pelvis jerked and her 
buttocks bounced. Her fingers grabbed dirt clods and she was oblivious now 
to the epithets, the heat and flies, and the stink of her captors. 

Her cunt closed joyfully on her bloated clitoris. Her jaws locked on the 
thick spurting cock in her mouth. Her ass clamped on the throbbing sawing 
weight. She whipped counter to the jagged pummeling attack. 

They still orgasmed and she met their non-stop eruptions. 

Hands were on her ass, her back and hips and legs, locked in her long 
flowing black hair. They pulled and pinched and rubbed their cocks over her 
back and supple shoulders and down her spine and against her asscheeks. All 
the while, the cock in her mouth remained thick and driving, and the prick 
up her ass expanded and blew torrents of hot jizz in her tiny curled hole. 

And she hated this ultimate degradation, and she loved it, too. She quaked 
as fingers dug into her supple ass and titties and belly and legs, and 
strong hands jerked her hair and palms slapped her quivering buttocks and 
the assaults continued, stepped up as the cocks in her holes blew one mighty 
burst, and jerked free and were replaced with bigger pricks, and the rancid 
taste filled her mouth, flattened her tongue and jammed against the back of 
her throat. Her teeth dropped on the shaft and she chewed as vigorously as 
her captor fucked her throat. She couldn't help it; she was being driven 
into a fucking frenzy by these short, ugly gnomes... these Japanese scum. 

Yet, even as she was repulsed by their brutality, she was captivated by 
their rugged virility. And so she didn't resist, didn't struggle and, 
instead, threw her head, making her hair dance, and chewed the hefty cock 
while her ass cheeks closed on the huge rod and her anus stretched to take 
the huge intrusion. 

They fucked her, laughing, snorting, burying their sticks in her yielding 
jaws, yielding bowels. Whimpering, gnashing, her whole body a riot of 
sensation, she fucked them as hard as they fucked her. 

They sensed her need and conveyed their disgust. She absorbed their 
chortling angry contempt, not hearing the curses, only feeling the pricks... 
two massive sawing cocks that tore her apart. 

Jizz flowed and she drank it in, loved the hot kiss, the salty sting of the 
pounding pricks. Her stomach was heavy. Her titties were being clawed and 
then teeth cinched on her nipples. The thud of bodies against her sweating 
flanks nearly knocked her over but the men crowded against her, pulled on 
her nipples with their teeth. 

The cocks slammed her throat, flattened her tongue, burned her ass and 
tickled her bowels. She sobbed and shuddered and that enraged her tormentors 
more. They ripped at her throat and bowels, climaxing abruptly, choking and 
gagging her. 

They retreated then and she fell face down in the dirt. She was so close to 
the barbed wire she heard the ugly teeth rustle as a hot wind whipped the 
curled barrier. 

Hands seized her, lifted her, and turned her around to face the squat 
unpainted wood building, her home for the past two months since the fall of 
Shanghai to the Japs... March, nineteen forty-two. 

As they held her, waiting for Musashi Saito, the hated commandant of this 
prison camp, she cursed herself for remaining when most of the British 
pulled out. Her chief, the executive secretary to the British Counsel, had 
escaped, urging her to join them. But she remained, thinking the city would 
not fall. How could it? The British had the superior forces. Somehow, the 
Japs bluffed, and this lovely port city fell. 

The short, slim "Mush" Saito, as the prisoners called him, approached, 
snapping his riding crop against the sharp crease of his brown uniform. 
"Miss Jesslyn O'Meara," he smirked, "You have enjoyed walking naked through 
my lovely compound? You are ready now to tell me where the code books are?" 

She felt weak, sick. "I've already told you," the tall, big-tittied, plump 
raven-haired beauty gasped. "All the secret documents were burned or 
evacuated with the big shots." 

He flicked the crop over her swollen roseate peaks. She flinched. One of the 
guards laughed. Mush smiled and put his hand on one of her solid dimpled 
buttocks. 

"You have such a pretty ass. I love your fleshy ass. Miss O'Meara. I would 
hate to have such a lovely thing mistreated." He seized her shoulders and 
she prepared to be shaken. But he pushed her back, holding her as he drove 
her backward, within a foot of the barbed wire barricades. "Now, Miss 
O'Meara, you will tell me where the code books are. Or you will be kissed, a 
ferocious kiss you will not soon forget." 

"I don't have them," she shrieked, hair tossing, shoulders quivering. The 
spasms rippling through her big, solid titties made her nipples rise. 

The short corporal merely smirked. His muscles stood out as he took a deep 
breath, exhaled. Then, without a word, he half squatted, gripped her hips 
and jerked her off the ground. She gasped, arms flailing. The surprise left 
her defenseless. Not even when he slung her over his shoulder like a bag of 
fluff, did she react. The others did. The uniformed men laughed, crowded 
closer. No telling what the commandant might do, they thought. 

Mush took three steps toward the barbed wire. She struggled, realizing what 
was about to happen. 

"Nooo, not that... don't throw me on that..." 

Jesslyn writhed, her cunt dragging against the sharp edged decorations on 
his shirt. The edges cut into her pussy and one of them found her clitoris. 
Even before she realized it, the steady grinding pain excited her clitoris. 
And as Musashi Saito hoisted her higher the edges cut deeper and pinched her 
clit and she orgasmed, a mighty burst that quaked her belly and scissored 
her cunt. Her titties were flattened against his shoulder and as she 
exploded she rubbed the sore, sensitive peaks across the rough textured 
shirt front. That infuriated her cunt; more lust oil began to drench his 
shirt; more pain and throbbing started in her vagina. 

Jesslyn had to be fucked again. This bizarre hellishness was exciting her 
more than any naked heavily hung man had done. 

"Now, my dear," he grunted, gripping her hips, pulling her off his 
shoulders. "You will feel the sharp teeth of the wire and you will know what 
will happen if you don't tell me what I must know." 

Jesslyn screamed again. He held her hips, held her away from him, his evil 
face showing no mercy. Then the Japanese corporal slowly lowered the 
kicking, struggling brunette. He held tightly, his weight balanced on his 
spread thighs as he lowered her onto the barbed wire. She sobbed, begging 
him to stop. But he continued lowering her. His face glowed evilly, his eyes 
burned into her smooth, high cheek-boned face, the large black eyes, the 
full lips, the small cute nose. She represented, with her distinctly 
American face, everything he detested. She would pay for being the enemy! 

He held her an inch above the wire. She looked down, eyes wide, fear spasms 
racking her voluptuous body. Slowly Musashi eased her onto the wire. 

Her ass and the hot curled wire touched. She bellowed and shivered. The wire 
lightly scratched her smooth cheeks, pushing gently on the heavy spheres. 
Grinning, he pulled her back and forth. Fire daggered her crotch. The pain 
was nearly unbearable! And yet... and yet... 

Back and forth he went until her ass burned all over! Jesslyn cried out, but 
as he moved her along the needles of wire her cries became less distinct. 
She quivered and her tits swayed and slapped and her belly rose and fell and 
her thighs were clenched and her cunt exuded love oil and that heavy musky 
aroma all women give off when they're in heat. 

The corporal smirked, and chortled and moved her faster along the curled 
strands. She was shrieking now, throwing her arms out, waving them like 
semaphores. Her tormentors were bellowing their lust and the corporal moved 
his gaze from her tight, contorted face to the audience in the prison yard, 
to see who was laughing. He made note, then directed his attention to his 
captive. 

"My ass," she shrieked. "I'm... I'm on fire." 

And that's exactly what she was. Only the inferno had spread from her ass 
into her cunt. Her juices pooled. Her clitoris throbbing, a swollen aching 
node aching for the sharp teeth. 

He eased her onto the wire and let go. Jesslyn tottered, the wire daggers 
ripping her cunt. She waved her arms, kicked and yelped. Her eyelids 
fluttered and her boobs rose and fell quickly, in time with the soaring 
sensation in her crotch which rioted through her pussy, touching off her 
climax. She remained balanced, the wire dug into her, tearing loose small 
hunks of ripe smooth alabaster loveliness. Even as the pain tore through her 
another more persistent sensation rose to overtake the pain, consume it and 
replace it with a feeling of bliss more heady, more pervasive than the 
afterglow of a good hot fuck. This sensation quickly spread and she spurted 
her orgasm, the huge gouts squirting from her puckered labia, over her mound 
and across her lower belly and thighs. 

Jesslyn was unable to control the overwhelming lust that forced itself from 
her, ripping loose vestiges of self respect. She was, for one brief moment, 
a wild animal, tearing at the imprisoning bonds, gaining satisfaction and 
strength from the debasement. 

She didn't know how she was able to remain upright on the wire. All that 
mattered were the waves of blissful cum spurting over her thighs. Nothing 
else in this world or out of it meant anything... only the ripping burning 
cruel kiss of the wire on her throbbing twat. 

And she remained there, on the wire, for eternity and then the corporal 
pulled her down, threw her in the dirt, at the feet of the other men. 

"That does not disturb you?" He was genuinely surprised. "Possibly this 
will." He grabbed the two prisoners who had been allowed to watch, the two 
who had laughed. Leaving Jesslyn on her side, he bellowed commands in 
Japanese, pulling the two middle-aged male prisoners to the center of the 
compound. From inside the prison hut, eyes appeared. Activity on the grounds 
ceased. The two prisoners, aware now of what was about to happen, began 
sobbing, shaking. Five enlisted men, their hand weapons drawn, rushed into 
the yard. The prisoners saw the guards approach. 

Jesslyn watched, transfixed, as the two men were made to stand, their hands 
cinched and their shoulders braced, back to back. They struggled, cried, 
begged and their protestations started a rhythm going in her pussy. She 
propped herself on an elbow and, without realizing it, began stroking her 
labia, relishing the pain that came from her bloated cunt. 

The guards circled the pair. They slipped the safeties off their pistols. 
The trussed men screamed now, their cries reverberating along the snug inner 
walls of Jesslyn's cunt. She strummed her pussy separating the lips, 
immersing two fingers in the dripping pink folds, feeling the excitement 
pulse up from her slit. 

The guns were held at arm's length. The pair of prisoners eyes wild, begged 
once more. The corporal's command overrode the explosion, a single vibrating 
blast, producing smoke and the lethal kiss of war. 

The two bodies jerked, falling as the bullets tore loose flesh and bone 
fragments. Blood spurted, dampening the surrounding clots of dirt, turning 
the ground under the bodies into reddish mud. Jesslyn scissored her cunt and 
pinched and plucked her clitoris and raised her hips, jerking her pelvis, 
slamming her ass on the ground, raising the dust as she thought of one of 
those dead cocks sticking in her crotch. 

Her tits slapped and danced and as the blood spilled and the air was full of 
the stench her pulse raced and the desire for more blood, more sex spurting 
through her. 

Jesslyn was frightened of this, exhilarated by the experience all at the 
same time. And there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing except pat 
and squeeze her hairy mound, shove her fingers in the hole and wrench off 
another orgasm. 

The guards worked fast to keep from being consumed by the flies. They pried 
loose the gold fillings in the dead men's teeth, severed the ears for 
souvenirs, searched the clothing for hidden caches of cigarettes or chewing 
gum. 

Then the guards retreated to the relative coolness of the prison buildings. 

Jesslyn couldn't take her eyes off the dead prisoners. Their long cocks lay 
like pale eels, slowing turning pink in the sun. So pale... so desirable. 

It had been so long since she had fucked a white man, one of her own kind. 
The sorrow and sexual desire somehow intermingled and her clit trembled. 

Jesslyn raised one leg, to block the view of the guard house for she knew 
that someone was watching; she could feel the probing eyes. Leg raised, she 
spread her pussy slightly, allowing passage of her fingers into the tight 
slit. She imbedded her fingers to the knuckles in the yielding vessel, 
corkscrewing, agitating her gland. The climax rose, then soared and she 
whimpered, tightened up, feeling the delightful explosion in her belly, 
gushing between her fingers into her cupped palm. She filled her palm and 
the stuff oozed over the puckered lips and down her clit and into her 
clenched ass. 

Then it was over and she withdrew and relaxed. The flies were everywhere. 
The smell of this charnal house was everywhere. The suction which drew the 
prisoners into this dehumanizing hell was less noticeable, certainly less 
tangible. 

Jesslyn was becoming a part of the machinery and it happened quickly, 
without notice, even as her innocence quickly fled. 

The corporal was coming over. She lay on her back, eyes shut against the 
cruel sun, and waited for his sneer, his anger, his measured violence. 

"Miss O'Meara," he called while he was halfway between the dead and the 
living. "Have you seen enough? Are you now willing to cooperate?" 

He was beside her now, the even shine of his boots speckled with dust and 
blood specks. He silently watched the slow rising and fall of her solid 
red-tinged titties. He asked again. 

"I'm not a convincing liar. If I was I would make something up... anything 
to spare me another day of this hell. But I can't lie. So I'm telling you, 
honestly, that the code books are gone. Find my chief and you'll find the 
books." Jesslyn raised an arm to shield her face from the sun and brushed 
her titties. The nipples, excited by the bizarre sexing and his evil stare, 
were hard, the peaks swollen. 

He noticed, and said: "You like men? Well, I think we can find you some 
company tonight. Some nice white company that will make you wish for yellow 
meat again." He snapped his fingers. "Take her to cell number five." 

Cell number five, in the basement, was a large, cement walled room with a 
solid steel door with a small barred peephole, and a tiny barred window near 
the ceiling. There was no sink, no toilet, no cots. Only some strange 
looking contraptions in each corner. She was given no time to investigate 
for the door opened and three men entered. 

She recognized two of the men. They were young, ruggedly handsome and, with 
their close clipped mustaches, looked very British, which they were. 
Security guards at the British embassy they had somehow escaped the Japs' 
slaughter. Standing beside them was a tall, husky, blond, blue-eyed, 
slightly older man. His sun and wind burned complexion could have been 
caused by the Australian summer but the accent was definitely American. 
South Bronx, perhaps. The sound of the voice with its strange lilt gave 
Jesslyn an immediate sense of security. 

"Are you cold? Hungry?" As he spoke, the American reached into the pocket of 
his neatly pressed dungarees and brought out a handkerchief. "Come on, let 
me clean you off. A little, at least." 

His arms were around her and he was gently, persistently easing her to the 
cold, damp floor. The hands were strong and as they wiped some of the filth 
from her tits, her nipples hardened and the weight of desire pulled at the 
round, solid spheres. 

"Oh, Christ." Jesslyn shivered as rivers of heat coursed through her tits 
and down into the pit of her belly. 

The American laughed softly and his breath was sweet against her shoulder. 
He slowly rubbed her full abdomen. The girl quivered and she sighed and her 
legs opened. Fires were erupting in her pussy and her titties strained 
against the fatigue's clean, pale gray front. Later she would wonder why 
these three men were clean shaven, simply but neatly attired, and appeared 
rested and healthy. Now all that mattered were the hands of this gentle man 
on her belly, hefting the small roll of hip fat. 

"Please, yes," she cried, legs opening wider as she settled on her back. 

Her cunt nerves vibrated. Her clitoris tingled and her titties and belly 
spasmed. Another instant and she would explode. Oh, if only he would take 
her before she climaxed! 

He was unbuttoning his fatigues now. His chest was massive and hairy and he 
was gorgeous. He slowly stripped, smiling eyes on her thrusting tits and 
quaking belly. The smell of her passion was a musky cloud between them and 
she ached for the kiss of his cock in her cunt. 

Finally Jesslyn could stand his slow strip no longer. "Hurry," she shrieked, 
legs flung wide, belly and hairy cunt jerking. In the distance she heard the 
laughter of the other two men, but no matter; she had the man she wanted, 
had to have. And he was perfect, right down to his enormous, scarlet-tipped 
cock. She whimpered, eyes wide, as he settled between her legs. He was still 
smiling, stroking her hips, running light fingers over her fleshy hips, then 
under her ass and she lifted, pressing against his cock, her cunt aching and 
itching for that big rod. As he moved against her cunt lips, his hands 
cupped her ass and his fingertips separated her strong buttocks as his nails 
scratched the smooth surfaces of her ass. 

She tingled and her pussy was steamy, the bitter musk of passion became 
thicker. Again, she begged him to fuck her and he only smiled and fondled 
her big ass and ran his cocktip over her dripping cuntal sheath. The 
pussy-lips rippled as the dome separated them and her cuntal sheath spasmed 
and tried to grab the huge erection. But he drew back, his fingers 
scratching, then pinching her voluptuous ass muscles. He pinched her ass and 
the sudden, abrupt cutting seizures snapped in her cunt and once again her 
clitoris responded, just like in the yard when they brutalized her on the 
barbed wire. Only this time the sharpness was muted gently. He used just 
enough pressure to excite her without hurting her. 

And then as Jesslyn writhed in his arms and slammed her belly into his belly 
and her cunt clutched the cockhead, he drove against her pelvis and in one 
sudden burst of strength he buried his cock in her cunt. She screamed and he 
gnashed: "You didn't think the war was over this soon, now did you?" 

His eyes were smoldering coals. That handsome mouth was drawn tightly over 
the clenched jaw. His hips pistoned savagely. Her cunt was filled with the 
hard driving weight. The cock bruised and tore her pussy and as the pain 
swelled through her cunt, a warmth arose and licked deliciously at her 
brutalized cunt muscles. She jerked her hips counter clockwise and his 
prick, like a disemboweling knife, ripped at her snatch. 

Jesslyn tightened her legs and her clenched thighs slid along his sweating 
shanks. He slammed harder, faster and her clitoris, swollen now with her 
cum, strained and then discharged. No longer was she frightened. Her lust 
overwhelmed, blotting out everything save this brutal, ramming cock. It tore 
her apart and yet she seemed to grow more excited on this animalistic 
cruelty. She had to have more of this American's brutality! 

He thrust one last time before drenching her pussy with his jizz. Then he 
pulled out, spilling the last drops of cum on her belly. "You boys want 
some? It's nice fucking," he told his two companions. 

One of the men pointed into a shadowy corner. "I want her like that, Brad." 

What were they doing? she thought, on her back where Brad Lawson had left 
her. A hollow scraping drew closer and on one elbow she was what was coming. 
The younger Britishers were dragging over a long, narrow stool with four 
stumpy tapered legs. The two men called themselves by their first names and 
discussed what they had planned, loud enough for her to hear as if she 
wasn't even there. 

What they were saying and the harsh coarse way they were saying it sent her 
lust juices flowing. For, despite herself, she was becoming sexed up again 
almost as if her loins needed the kind of brutality they were planning. 

The stool was dragged to the wall and overturned and she was dragged to the 
stool and it was placed under her ass. The legs dug into her shoulder blades 
but she didn't care. These brutes hovered over her and she shuddered and 
sighed and her hips began rolling. 

"You take her legs, Brad. I want..." Thomas, the instigator of this bizarre 
plot pulled off his fatigues. 

Lawson stood over her, near her head. Then he straddled her temples with his 
boots, his back to the wall for support. Thomas, naked now with his cock 
engorged like a slim ruby-tipped club, reached down for her ankles, jerked 
her legs up and she gasped at the forcefulness of his strength. 

He lifted her so her ass was positioned over the stool legs, then pulled her 
until Lawson got hold of her ankles. As they tugged, the muscles in her cunt 
and ass tightened and the steady pumping of Thomas's breath fanned into her 
open cunt; the steady pulsations ignited her clitoris, made it fill, made 
the muscles in her snatch tighten up. Lawson lifted and her hips were jerked 
higher. Her ass and cunt were tilted toward the ceiling and in this 
humiliating position, with her most intimate flesh exposed, Lawson held her. 

Thomas laughed harshly, relishing her humiliation and degradation and she 
felt, deep in the bowels of her soul, an equal response. The shame was there 
and there, too, was a feeling of excitement. 

Yes, she seemed to say to herself, Yes, humiliate me, degrade me, use me 
like you would use a common whore, which I am. Only I'm even lower than a 
whore. And that is how I want to be treated. 

"We want to know where the code books are," Thomas snarled. "Tell us and 
Mushy will let us all live. Refuse, and we're all dead." 

She protested her innocence and that infuriated Thomas, who seemed to be the 
group's ringleader. He ordered her hoisted even higher and Lawson complied. 
As the pressure in her pussy intensified, her juices surged and spattered 
her thighs and dripped along the inner folds of her ass. 

"She likes it," Thomas gloated. "The bitch really likes it." His cock 
telescoped, surged and as the tip darkened with blood the veins surged and 
filled and stood out like the tendons in a weightlifter's arm. "Well, we'll 
see how much she likes this." 

He undid his belt, a slim, thick, leather sheath with a heavy brass buckle. 
He snapped it against the floor, making the apprehension she felt build to a 
higher pitch. With each slap of the belt on the damp cement, the 
reverberations echoed in Jesslyn's cunt. The tightness in her pussy and 
clitoris increased as her desire rose. 

He was going to rape her with that belt! Jesslyn felt the sting in her pussy 
already. Excruciating, terrifying, yet necessary. Yes, she had to feel the 
bite of the lash, needed to be abused, for only that way could she achieve 
gratification. But her ass was still tender from the Jap guard's rape, and 
the teeth of the sharp barbed wire had only just faded from her supple ass 
cheeks. She prayed he wouldn't fuck her in the ass or beat her too savagely. 
Just beat me enough to make me cum. That's all I want from you, Thomas. Hurt 
me but not so much that I'll die. For I have only just now, in these last 
days, discovered what l am and what I must have to be satisfied. Only the 
kiss of the whip, the sting of the lash will appease me. Hurry, oh, please 
hurry, you brute! 

She squealed as the belt whooshed. Then the crack of the leather on her damp 
buttocks filled the dingy cell. Jesslyn screamed. The impact sent waves of 
pain and dizzying ecstasy through her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. 
Her plump cheeks jumped. The sound was sharp, like the crack of a rifle. The 
jagged heat leaped through her ass as he struck her again. 

.Jesslyn's cheeks quivered and smarted and her titties swelled and the 
nipples hardened and lust oil exploded from between her taut labia. 

"The slut loves it," Thomas chortled, swinging again. 

"Eeee..." The fire surged through her lush, trembling butt cheeks. The heat 
was an inferno now, smoldering, licking at her buttocks and spreading in 
orgasmic swell through her cunt. Her titties, so painfully swollen, 
reverberated. The nipples flicked and the blood churned in the sensitive 
tips. Her pelvis flinched and jerked when he struck her again. 

Her ass was pink, dotted with goose flesh, quivering; the odor of her lust 
wreathed the supple succulence. The brute smelled her musky perfume and, 
laughing, he continued beating her sweet, round bottom. The hiss and crack 
of the gnarled leather against the smooth damp cheeks skittered, echoed 
against the humid, cracked, cement blocked wall. 

Jesslyn's butt danced as she writhed and whimpered and then clenched her 
thighs. Her pubic hair was drenched and her thighs shimmered with lust oil 
and her skin blushed as her need for release and more abuse increased. 

Fuck me, beat me, abuse and rip me apart, I don't care, only just don't 
stop, she thought as she clenched her thighs. Her throat was clogged with 
lustful longing and she couldn't speak. All she could do was scream, and cry 
and gasp as each blow tore at her buttocks. 

Jesslyn clenched tighter, squeezing her clitoris in the folds of her 
delicious female flesh. Her cunt clamped on the bloated gland and the gland 
was massaged by her own vaginal muscles. Jesslyn quaked as the stinging 
assault tore into her ass and up into her cunt. Over and over the assaults 
coaxed and dragged on her trapped orgasm, sending her closer to her climax. 
He pounded her ass and with each blow her clitoris jerked. 

Jesslyn was cumming now, cum juice drenching her thighs, smearing the opaque 
jelly across her lower belly and along the underside of her exposed ass. Her 
tits, so sore she couldn't stand the pain, were heavy, and she begged; 
"someone, anyone" to squeeze them, massage them, pluck and pinch them. But 
they laughed, triumphant at her misery. 

Her face was flushed, contorted. Her massive, magnificent body strained with 
the bubbling orgasm. They taunted and hooted derisively and Thomas said as 
he flung the belt to the floor: "This is only the beginning for you, lover. 
Open your mouth!" 

"Oh, sweet Jesus, no... not that," she wept as she struggled. But she knew 
if she didn't open her mouth they would break her jaw. Once she was marred, 
they would have no more use for her cunt and mouth. So she dropped her lower 
jaw and Thomas, his cock oozing pre-cum, hunkered over her, winking at 
Lawson who continued holding her ankles. 

Thomas jammed his cock in her mouth and Jesslyn gurgled and writhed as his 
buttocks crushed her titties. Then the other young Britisher, whose name was 
Sloan, grabbed her pussy, and jerked her thick curled bush, jamming two 
fingers between her buttocks. Jesslyn recoiled as the fingers roughly 
explored her snug inner muscles. She whipped her pelvis as Sloan's fingers 
rammed her anus, setting off a spasm of pain which quickly became soothing 
warmth. Her throat strained and she tried to cry out but the cock flattened 
her tongue and struck the back of her throat. Nauseated, Jesslyn tried to 
bite the shaft, to force its retreat, but when she clamped her jaws on the 
hefty cock, her jaws massaged the wiggling veins, the smooth salty shaft, 
and the few strands of curled hair at the base. Even as she was revolted by 
Thomas' cock her tongue began a slow, tantalizing dance along the veins, 
toward the shaft, then back again toward the head. 

Jesslyn lightly stroked the spongy tip and a spurt of pre-cum pearled her 
tongue-tip. Jesslyn grunted, hungry for the cum. Her titties, belly and cunt 
heaved. As the finger stroking in her asshole became more forceful, she 
tongue-stroked with greater insistence. The fire awakened in her cunt. Even 
as she tongue kissed and lightly chewed she churned her big hips, began to 
hump rapidly, her orgasm building all the while. 

Sloan's other hand was at her slit, prying the puckered labia. Love oil 
gushed, spattered and smeared and soiled his long nailed fingers. The weight 
of Thomas's hips on her chest smothered and crushed her, but even as 
breathing became more difficult, she kept sucking and thrashing his cock. 

She opened wider even as Sloan cupped and fondled her buttocks and cunt. 
Jesslyn jerked her hips, ground her belly, eager for the cock in her cunt. 
Her nerves were on fire. Passion ripped her cunt, her tits, all through her 
voluptuous flesh. 

Jesslyn churned and rocked and then gasped as the cock in her mouth erupted. 
Hot gushing gouts of cum boiled down her throat, scalded her tongue, flooded 
the roof of her mouth, squirted between her teeth. Firebrands tore her 
labia, and she made a heaving throaty sound. Sloan's hot, fist-like prick 
shoved back the snug layered cunt muscles, driving deep, the passage already 
moistened by Lawson's cum, and her orgasm. Sloan's prick advanced quickly, 
pulling her muscles apart, striking her clitoris as he raped her tightly 
packed pussy. 

The cock in her mouth kept discharging, an endless stream of sour jizz. The 
sweat odor, as humid as the jungle surrounding this prison, stung her 
nostrils even as Thomas's heavy bull's balls assaulted her chin. 

Jesslyn's teeth raked the cock, matching the powerful forward thrusting that 
drove the prick down her throat. The jizz poured down her throat, burning 
her belly. Her clitoris twanged, vibrated with the sweet, heavy lust load, 
the feel of the cock raping her cunt. 

Jesslyn shivered, rippling her well padded hips. And then Sloan's climax 
discharged. His cock continued slamming and just as his orgasm went off, 
Thomas pulled out of her cunt and rammed her ass, flattening her asscheeks. 
His orgasm lubricated his shaft, making the sudden deep penetration 
possible. The attack burned through Jesslyn's intestines and stomach. The 
cockhead struck her asshole, splitting the sphincter, and she yelped and 
bore down on the cock, still in her mouth. 

His cock drove deep, down Jesslyn's throat, swelling her jaws more, cutting 
off the supply of air. Up into her cunt ass, spreading wide the snug 
muscles, slicing her bowels. And Jesslyn was hungry for Sloan's abuse. Her 
yielding bowels were hungry for Sloan's huge virile cock. She needed the 
violence, the pain of butt fucking. She needed the hot driving iron all 
through her intestines, cunt, and mouth. She wanted the feel of pain, needed 
it to satisfy this hungry, unmentionable craving. 

And these two brutes were bringing her off, bringing her closer to the black 
void of desire that held the ultimate release. This was a cosmic orgasm she 
had never experienced, had never allowed herself to even think about. And 
she was so close she could feel the hot, leaded drops forging in her cunt, 
burning in her glands. 

Jesslyn whipped her hips, slammed her belly up, trapping the humid fist in 
her bowels. Her titties rolled and popped and slapped together. Lawson, 
Sloan and Thomas urged her on, taunting her frenzied attack and her perverse 
needs. But she was unmindful now of their taunts. As she drove on, in a 
counter rhythm that was as brutal as their attack, she was mindful now only 
of the lust that was swollen in her cunt. 

Thomas withdrew, dripping cum on her chin and throat, but Sloan kept up the 
brutal assault on her bowels. He forced her anus wider, fucking her with a 
wild abandon, unmindful of the pain and pleasure he gave her, concentrating 
on unleashing his own orgasm. 

He fucked her faster and she responded and the room was redolent with her 
rising and falling wails and grunts. Jesslyn gasped, her breath coming in 
short bursts. And when he pummeled her one last time and poured his cum into 
her snatch and saturated the tight hole, she tightened up and bellowed and 
her orgasm was nearly as powerful as his eruption. 

Then Thomas was at her mouth again, his orgasm spurting even before he got 
his cock in her mouth. The bitter taste burned her throat and Thomas's jizz 
bubbled between her lips, down her chin, and Sloan's cum spurted from her 
anus and over her hairy cunt and smooth flexed thighs. And as the cum 
drenched her inner asswalls, Jesslyn jerked her hips quickly, wrenching off 
her orgasm. 

Thomas and Sloan pulled out of her mouth and ass at the same time and, 
growling, she was left with more of her repressed orgasm. She spread her 
hips wide and throwing her head so the long black hair danced across her wet 
shoulders, she shoved three fingers into her snatch. 

While the trio stood over her writhing body, she finger-fucked her pussy. 
Grunting and sighing, enjoying their burning gazes, she threw her shoulders 
back and with her hips elevated and her titties lifting and slapping, she 
rammed three fingers all the way into her drenching pussy, filling the snug 
crevice, scissoring her cunt until her orgasm finally ended. A final twist 
and the orgasm gushed over her mound and thighs, joining the slimy pools 
beneath her ass. 

Then she fell back, not feeling the rough damp floor when her head struck 
it. Jesslyn shut her eyes, suddenly exhausted. The potential danger 
surrounding her didn't bother her. Not even the frightening truth of her own 
sexuality disturbed her thoughts. 

She had reached the limits. Not much else could arouse her. She had 
experienced it all and had only been sexually awakened by the brute virility 
that dwelled in and was exerted by most men. The casual infliction of pain 
and death aroused her and knowing this relaxed her. But Jesslyn was too 
tired to think any further. 

Jesslyn heard the male voices buzzing nearby, dominated by Lawson's rumbling 
basso. They were talking about her. She heard her name. But Jesslyn was too 
worn down to pay attention, or even care. Two 

 "Do you like to fuck?" It was Lawson. 

Jesslyn awoke. "What ... what did you say?" The vapors of sleep slowly 
lifted. 

Lawson repeated the question, adding: "If you do..." He stood. His engorged 
prick was swollen, slapping his belly when he straightened up. "Do you?" 

She was fully awake, but oblivious to Sloan and Thomas huddled nearby. All 
she saw was that huge penis, the hairy sack, the muscular thighs and tightly 
muscled belly. He had a handsome face, she quickly noted. But a woman 
couldn't be fucked by a handsome face. 

"Yes," was all Jesslyn said as she sat up, reaching for the staff. 

One step forward brought his prick-head to her lips. She made a bow of her 
sensual mouth and, tongue extended, reached for the spongy tip. Pre-cum 
pebbled the slit and the sight started her juices pooling. 

"Mmmmm," Jesslyn breathed as she took the head between her lips. He winced 
and she lightly raked the head with her teeth. Her tongue tip patted the 
shaft and when the shaft thickened and stretched her jaws, she licked along 
the under side veins, taking him deeper in her wet, moving mouth. Her jaws 
ground lightly. Her tongue slithered along the coursing hot shaft. Jesslyn 
felt the jizz surge, tasted more pre-cum. He got off a few spurts, then 
tensed, holding back, prolonging the erection. Her tongue laved the head, 
smeared the cum over the head and upper shaft. His hips bounced and the sack 
slid over her wet chin. She opened wider, took more of his cock until he was 
lodged at the back of her throat. The thudding of the head at her throat 
reverberated into her belly and snatch and, like Pavlov's dog, her juices 
raced. She nearly choked. The weight and the discomfort of that big a weapon 
in her jaws, forcing her tongue down, was choking her. But she managed to 
keep her jaws working, her tongue sliding over the hefty intrusion. While 
she sat before him, legs tucked in, she wiggled her ass on the cold damp 
rough floor and the sensation along her sensitive bottom further aroused her 
lust. Her hands were on her titties, fondling, squeezing, massaging. She 
pinched and plucked the swollen nipples even as the saliva spilled from the 
corners of her mouth and down her chin. She palmed her ribs and flicked with 
her thumbs the lower slopes of her perfectly shaped size forty-fours. Her 
belly rippled and goose flesh dotted her smooth curves. 

Jesslyn spread her legs, pointing the knees at the assembled audience, and 
tugged at the thick curled hair covering and hiding her puckered wet pussy. 
She parted her cunt lips with her thumbs, her mouth still chewing and 
suckling. Her eyes were wide and wild as she caressed the dripping cunt 
muscles. The clitoris surged and ached. She shoved the muscles back, 
striking her clitoris. It was like a fist jammed into her belly. The touch 
of her finger against the clitoris nearly knocked her out. She held back, 
prolonging the orgy as he was doing. 

Jesslyn's mouth worked rapidly and she waited to taste the sudden spurt of 
cum. But he was holding out, and she didn't know how much longer she could 
wait. She let go of her cunt, then, and grasped his hips; when he tensed, 
she massaged his strong, muscular buttocks, patting, pinching, feeling now 
the first cum bursts. Smiling as her glands throbbed, about to surge, she 
shoved a finger between his ass cheeks. He yelped, tightened up and she 
rammed the finger into his anus, wiggling the finger, triggering his orgasm. 

Jesslyn suckled faster, swallowed rapidly, but the load bombarded her throat 
and gushed between her lips and over her chin at the same time. She couldn't 
keep up. She could only swallow and slash at his shaft with her tongue, and 
jam her fingers into her cunt and wiggle her clitoris, setting off her 
orgasm. 

With her other hand, Jesslyn strummed her cunt muscles, the finger busy at 
her clit. The hot poker at her throat continued to explode, and brand her 
tonsils. She thrashed and sucked and swallowed and briskly massaged her 
cunt. The climax spilled over her thighs, over the floor between his legs 
and then back, under her ass, mingling with the litter already crusted to 
the rough cement blocks. She wiggled her ass, needing the added inducement 
of the rough cement on her silky skin. The degradation of this kind of 
loving only heightened her already aroused perverse appetite. Again, like 
before, she began shyly accepting the terms of the orgy, then as her 
passions rose, she wallowed in the abuse and degradation; each time the need 
came sooner and was more difficult to satisfy. 

She was becoming the kind of animal the Japs wanted. Realizing this didn't 
even slow her down. 

His hips bucked with greater urgency and she met the male's urgent need with 
her grinding jaws, chewing teeth and thrashing tongue. Her throat opened and 
closed rapidly; her throat worked. Her titties were drenched with sweat and 
the cum that dribbled down her chin. Her titties were swollen and the 
nipples thrust like the beaks of blind baby birds for the opaque nourishment 
from his prick. 

Jesslyn arched her hips, grinding out her orgasm while she pinched the 
nipples, pinched and lifted her tits by the nipples, twisted and jerked the 
tender tips. Her orgasm continued, massive, gut wrenching, dizzying. The 
power of her lust was less frightening; the need to be fucked more 
overwhelming. 

Lawson sensed her need even as her short, soft whimpering rose to a high 
pitched wail. He made one last powerful thrust, came massively then, and 
still erect, he separated her jaws, eased her back and, with cum still 
dripping between her tits and over her belly, he crouched between her legs, 
spreading her cunt wide. Her eyes were wide, glazed and she shook all over. 
The cock, parting her lips, was even bigger than it had felt in her mouth. 
And he was on her belly now, resting between her thighs. Jesslyn clenched 
him with her thighs, holding him, wrapping her legs around his waist, 
coaxing him in with her throbbing thighs, kicking heels and convulsing 
vagina. 

Lawson smiled as he jockeyed his cock between her lips. The smile became a 
look of amazement as her strong sucking cunt muscles drew him, drew him deep 
into her steaming depths. He separated the snug muscles, moving slowly, 
steadily along her tight corridor. 

This huge rugged prick was tearing her insides. She raised her ass to get 
closer to the drilling virile advance, whipping her hips sideways to get 
that reaming magnificence all through her cunt. 

He was so good... so much a brutal man. She had never been fucked so good 
before. Her few men had been beginners, too. This one knew what to do, how 
to do it, and had the willpower to do it right for a woman, without blowing 
off before the fuck was done. 

He was almost in up to the shaft's base. He wiggled this hips and that 
brought his cock up against her clitoris. She yelped, jerked her pelvis, 
began cumming even as he stroked her clitoris with greater urgency. He was 
cumming, too, and the scalding juice damn near incinerated her. She could 
almost feel the steam. 

Jesslyn locked her legs around his waist. Her heels beat his kidneys. She 
rocked her hips, slammed her belly against his belly. Their pubic hairs 
mingled and their loins kissed wetly, slid together, locked together for 
that all too brief instant when their orgasms crested, and then they plunged 
faster. His prick slammed and bruised and her cunt strangled. They twisted 
and writhed and nearly left the floor as they blew off for the last time. 

The downward slide was equally vigorous. Only not quite as fast. He held her 
close, kissed her cum-flecked mouth and they frenched. His cock slid out of 
her stretched pussy and he lay full length, covering her shivering body. 

Three 

 Lawson held her tightly to his heaving, taut muscled chest. The hair 
scraped her passion-swollen titties and the lust in her pussy made her 
shiver violently. She had to be fucked again, except when she fondled his 
prick, it came up soft. 

"I need it," she husked. 

Sloan and Thomas sat and watched. Both men were dressed and appeared soft. 

"You're fuck out of luck," Lawson said. "But, if you're not particular..." 

He produced from inside the pocket of his fatigues a handful of stick 
matches. 

"I am particular." Jesslyn was breathing hard as she reached for the 
matches. "And that's why I'm accepting your offer." 

As the three men stared, unbelieving, she thrust three of the matches into 
her pussy and, rapidly semi circling her wrist, wrenched her orgasm, using 
the matches as a phony phallus. 

"Baby, I can't let you do it all by yourself," and Lawson kissed her big 
titties. 

"Chew them," Jesslyn screamed, bucking her tits up to him, twisting her 
hips, ramming the matched deeper into her slot. 

Lawson buried his face in her cleavage a moment longer, then chewed one 
thrusting red nipple. She rolled her pelvis, coaxing the matches deeper. 
Lawson, sensing her impending orgasm, sunk his teeth on the nipple and she 
bellowed with delight. Jesslyn's hips pistoned faster and Lawson chewed the 
nipple while, with the other hand he twisted the other swollen tit tip. 
Jesslyn arched her back suddenly, jerked one last time, and whipping her 
hips in a rapid vertical rhythm Jesslyn jerked off the orgasm. Sheets of cum 
covered her thighs when at last she fell back, panting, exhausted, 
temporarily satiated. 

"I hope you're not too tired." Musashi Saito beckoned from the doorway. 
Jesslyn stood, hot with anticipation. For Jesslyn knew, whatever it was she 
would respond. Even though she was sexually exhausted and that nothing could 
be more of a kick than what she had already gone through, her clit flinched 
as the guards dragged her down the hall, up the stairs, to the rear of the 
building. She was taken into the enlisted men's quarters and dumped in the 
middle of the room. The aisle was narrow, and flanked by double-decker 
bunks. Standing on both sides of the aisle were the enlisted men, all young, 
thin, innocent looking. Their young cocks rose, thin, wide glistening shafts 
as strong as their arm and leg muscles. 

She began to breathe hard. They all looked so desirable! She could almost 
taste their sweet young pricks! 

Mush nudged her ass with his boot. But, when she struggled to her hands and 
knees, he kicked her legs out from under her and she fell, grunting, on her 
face. While she was down he pressed the heel of his boot on her lower spine, 
ordering her to remain still. His heel scraped to her buttocks; a thick 
column of black-like smudge remained from her spine to her ass. Her butt had 
dimples and the red welts were beginning to fade. 

Musashi Saito prodded the plump cheeks with the toe of his boot. She 
whimpered, a husky, raspy sound and while the corporal and his men guffawed, 
the goose bumps erupted on those strong ass cheeks. 

He lifted his heel, set it lightly on her left asscheek. She began to 
quiver. He exerted slight pressure and the cheeks flattened. The heavy 
weight sent excruciating discomfort through the cheek, and a surging warmth 
which snaked and spun toward her pussy. 

It was happening again! She was feeling in her cunt, the misery they were 
inflicting on her body. And she couldn't and wouldn't do a thing to stop it. 

He semi-circled the plump cheek, making the sphere jiggle. Laughing as 
Jesslyn began to tremble and writhe, corporal Saito pressed down harder, 
pinning her to the dusty, splintered wood floor. He used more force, then, 
and she found her labia parting, the jagged sour smelling wood beneath her 
twat slickening with her lust oil. And with each push of his heel, her cunt 
surged and she rubbed her snatch against the floor. Then he advanced to the 
other cheek, repeating the ordeal. And she again reacted the same way. The 
pressure awakened her pussy. She was able to feel the pressure up against 
her snatch and that was enough stimulation to excite her climax. 

The pressure in her cunt built until she was no longer able to contain it. 

"Oh... Jesus..." And she pushed against the floor and blew her orgasm. It 
burst in soft, gut wrenching pops, smearing her cunt hair and belly and 
spilling into her belly button. 

"Enough," Mush barked. 

He jerked her to her feet. While she had been down the floor the soldiers 
had taken up bayonets. They brandished them now. She blanched, and when they 
saw the reaction, they dropped their arms and held the weapons at their 
sides. 

Corporal Saito gave her a push. She stumbled down the middle of the aisle. 
The cold steel came up. They swatted at her ass and titties with the flat 
sides of the bayonets. She yelped, dancing on the balls of her feet, she 
passed down the line. They moved her one way and then another; like a leaf 
in the wind she did half turns only to be turned to face the rear of the 
barracks by those spanking bayonets. 

They slapped her ass and titties and the cold steel made her titties swell 
and her nipples rise, and the echoes and dull smacking sounds as the weapons 
beat her tits and buttocks intensified the painful throbbing in her pussy. 
Red oblong strips appeared on her ass and long red lines crossed her 
titties. Her tits, belly and ass jiggled as she whined and jerked her 
shoulders and stumbled down the rows, feeling the snapping pressure and the 
dull aches. 

Another different situation, another way to get her rocks off. Another way 
to be fucked. Her long black hair danced across her shoulders and her eyes 
were livid. Faster and faster they made her dance and jump. The cold steel 
snapped across her ass and the big muscles danced and whispered, and her 
tits rolled and slapped together. The heat in her puss was growing, 
intensifying, becoming an inferno. She shuddered and the welts on her flesh 
grew. She couldn't fight the desire that the slapping aroused. She knew she 
shouldn't give in to these animals, and yet what they were doing was driving 
her crazy with desire. She was ready now to be fucked but they weren't up to 
it; their limp pricks told her that much. She had to arouse them as she was 
being aroused! 

"Dance, you white bitch," Mush demanded. 

And, eyes and nipples glowing, she threw he shoulders back, making her 
breasts easy targets. The flat sides of the blades snapped across the pebble 
hard nipples; the faint cracking sound made her captor yelp with glee. Then 
the corporal bellowed an order and one of the men, a tall, slim boy with a 
long thin prick, grabbed her waist, pinned her against his soft prick while 
another boy approached, the blade edge turned toward her titties. She 
groaned and writhed an the gyrations rubbed the boy into an erection. 

"Oh, yes, yes," Jesslyn babbled, head thrown back shoulders and hips 
jerking. 

"Sever her femininity," Mush ordered, standing beside the woman. 

Jesslyn's eyes were glazed now; fatigue and the powerful rush of her orgasm 
made her weak. She didn't reply, only churned her hips; the cock, hard now, 
was tucked into her ass crease. The stiffening hot stick made the goose 
bumps leap. The soldier's taut muscled arm, pinning her to his cock, dug her 
belly; she was getting dizzy and even as the room began to tilt, she felt 
the orgasm rise. The pain in her cunt... that sweet pain... was about to rip 
her apart. But she held back, waiting for the boy with the blade. 

Mush stopped, placing the sharp edge at the topmost curve of her right tit. 
Goose bumps intensified. Jesslyn shook all over. Her belly fuck-humped. Her 
ass clenched on the stiff cock. Her eyes burned into the man, then at the 
blade, a look of amazement, awe widening them as she watched the sharp shiny 
steel glide lightly down the sphere. Rills of heat and cold shivered along 
those perfect globes. She cried out, threw her head back and, one leg 
slightly bent, she jerked her hips rapidly, drawing out her orgasm. 

The guard held her tight, his cock swollen now, trapped in her layered heat. 
He held Jesslyn close and slowly rubbed his prick up and down along the 
sloping crease. She howled, head lunging backward, striking the soldier's 
chest. She tossed her head and the knife lightly caressed her red tips. The 
nipples swelled. Her tits quivered. Her belly continued to churn and her ass 
cheeks danced against the man's cock. He was going off, shooting his hot 
seed into her ass. She flinched with each cum burst; the scalding goose 
excited her cunt. The juice burst as the soldier burst. And the knife kept 
caressing. 

The corporal growled in Japanese and the knife-massage grew harsher. The 
gooseflesh exploded. Jesslyn tightened up, yowling, thrashing the cock with 
her ass, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She wrenched her hips, lunged 
backward then forward in a massive fuck-dance, squeezing her clitoris, 
jerking her orgasm. The knife scratched harder. The nipples rose and the 
aureoles darkened. The knife point then turned toward the nipple, traced the 
thrusting peak, searing the sensitive tip with pinpoints of heat. Gradual 
pressure was exerted. With each increase, the jagged fires seared her cunt. 
She felt each cunt-nerve in her pussy! 

As the blade tip dragged across the aureole and traced the thumb-like 
nipple, her clitoris strained. Jesslyn grunted, tensed, flexed her thighs 
and ass and, whipping her pelvis, she squeezed her cunt and sent her orgasm 
showering. The popping sound, the spurting white and grayish-clear gouts, 
speckled her thighs, drenched the pants of the knife wielding enemy. She 
groaned, shoulders thrown back, massive titties lifting, proud and 
voluptuous, as if eager for the bite of the blade. She strained once more 
and this time the orgasm splattered the soldier's thigh. The wet heat 
ignited his cock and his pants lifted. 

Bellowing a lust curse he jerked down his pants. He was naked underneath. 
Not yielding to his officer's commands, the handsome Nip soldier threw her 
to the floor, the knife clattering. She fell on her back and the soldier 
dropped on her belly, his hips bucking, his huge cock drilling into her wet 
snatch. The soldier behind her, his prick still erect, came around in front 
of her and sat on her face, her titties a creamy white barrier between the 
two men. 

Mush was enraged but didn't halt the orgy. He stood by, watching, eyes 
burning into the two soldiers that had disobeyed his orders. They made her 
fuck and suck. 

Jesslyn adjusted to the burrowing cock and, at the same time, lashed out 
with her tongue, catching the dripping prick with her tongue tip. She 
tongue-thrashed the boy and quickly the cum spewed, drenching her mouth and 
chin, spilling down into the hollow of her throat. She licked and lashed, 
taking every delicious drop of cum. 

The boy was so potent! Jesslyn had never sucked off any man this virile. He 
kept cumming, choking her and the gouts were thick, like spoons of jelly. 
She tried to take it all in her mouth but most spilled off her tongue. She 
managed to swallow enough, though. And while she sucked, the stud in her 
cunt drilled and massaged her cunt walls, striking her clitoris, making her 
cum with each pass. For a skinny cock he seemed to fill her hole and she 
closed tighter, making her cunt-muscles bruise more of her lush velvety 
snatch. 

They pummeled Jesslyn's cunt and mouth and she bucked and churned and 
writhed and suckled rapaciously, her whole body a well-coordinated fucking 
machine. Jesslyn loved this degrading, debasing kind of fucking... she loved 
being taken in a roomful of jeering ugly enemies that fucked her right there 
on a dusty, splintered floor in an almost airless room reeking of sweat and 
shit. Yet, as her ass reddened on the jagged edged boards, Jesslyn 
experienced another new kick, one that would have horrified her back in the 
states-a million years ago. 

They lunged massively, driving their cocks down her throat and clear to the 
seat of her cunt. Then a burst of jizz and they pulled out, their jizz 
dripping on her sweating thighs and gasping mouth. 

Mush stepped between them, kicking her out of the way. "You disobeyed. You 
will pay. Now." Another rapid command in Japanese and the two terrified 
soldiers were seized. "Now, American slut, you will see how vicious my 
temper can be. Then we will once again discuss those code books." 

They were dragged down the stairs, out into the courtyard. The soldiers 
begged. Jesslyn merely let herself be pulled along, like a rag doll. One of 
the men picked her up when she stumbled and hoisted her. He carried her like 
a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. Pinned in his arms, her 
titties rubbed by her knees, her ass drooping and her crotch locked, she 
jerked her hips, nearly swooning as exquisite pleasure knifed her snatch. 

That last orgasm after the fuck. It was so wonderful. The soldier was 
unmindful of what she was doing. His interest was on his two comrades. They 
were taken to the middle of the yard where a pole of wood, six feet tall, 
was imbedded in the dusty ground. Around them the flies and insects buzzed 
in the twilight, a purple, gold and orange smear across Shanghai. Once a 
beautiful sight, it was an ugly garish spectacle now. 

The soldiers, naked from the waist down, were tied to the pole, back to 
back. Telling his troops, in a mixture of English and Japanese, what was 
going to happen, and why, Mush advanced. The gold and orange sky glimmered 
against the ugly object in his coiled fist. The captives screamed, begged 
for mercy and, seeing the cold stare and the tight lipped mouth of their 
commander, they screamed louder, begging their fellow soldiers for help. But 
the assembled group remained silent, unmoving, watching what was about to 
happen. 

Musashi circled them, stooped slightly, lining up the knife with their 
waist. Then, suddenly, he thrust the flat end of the blade toward the 
soldier that had butt-fucked Jesslyn. The blade sliced into the soldier's 
penile shaft, severing the loin, continuing through the sack, dismembering 
him in a single fluid movement. His screams grew higher and higher still, 
clattering, shrilling through the compound until his voice was lost; only 
the mouth remained open, and the head twisted and the eyes receded and the 
head continued jerking and he danced and shuffled and his ripped groin 
spewed blood, dampening the dust, covering Mush's boots and pants. 

He was at the other man now. The soldier fainted. Mush slapped his groin and 
the pain roused the prisoner. He stared, eyes wide, as the knife slashed his 
groin. He vomited, slammed the back of his head against his dead comrade, 
jerked so hard in his brief death dance that the pole wavered. 

Then it was over. For them. Not for Jesslyn. Mush pulled her to the gaping 
wounds. 

"You see how I mete out justice. And punishment. You will be so punished. If 
you do not believe, and I can see by the excited look on your face that you 
do not, I will make you taste their blood and then you will be very familiar 
with Musashi Saito's punishment, the kind of punishment you can expect if 
you do not confess." 

Corporal Saito threw her, face down, in the muddy, stinking mess. He dragged 
her face, her upper torso through the mire. He pulled her head back, by the 
long hair, and forced her back and forth like a human mop. Her belly and 
tits were coated with the red mud and she retched and even as the smell made 
her sick, she found a strange, unholy feeling snaking like the serpent in 
the Garden of Eden through her brain. The stench was like the gutted 
underbelly of some unholy monster and yet, mixed with the initial revulsion, 
there was another stronger feeling of hunger. Not so much the hunger of 
committing these vile acts but more a feeling of passion as her naked body 
was smeared with the red and brown gouts. And the more he pulled her through 
the mess, the stronger the feeling, until her loins were heavy with it. Then 
the familiar fire began smoldering. 

Saito made sure Jesslyn's titties were thoroughly coated, that every curve, 
every hollow was inundated with the phlegm-thick blood. The red stuff 
dripped from the lower slopes of her tits and the mud slid along the plump 
belly and down into the under curve, among the thick curled black hair and 
over the labia, the red of the blood mingling with the pale pink of the 
puckered lips. 

Jesslyn trembled, allowed the brute to use her to do whatever he wanted. 
Right then, as the juices raced and her cunt pooled and the fever tore 
across her brain, all he wanted her for was an instrument of ridicule. He 
shouted at his troops that this was what they might expect if they ever 
defied him. The men remained mute. He then let her go and she fell, face 
down, in the scarlet muck. There was pause while the corporal made up his 
mind. While she lay there, Mush stepped on her buttock, the blood red heel 
left a jagged oval on the smooth hefty cheek. He pressed down, 
absent-mindedly exerting pressure, while his mind worked. 

Jesslyn quivered all over. The heel, each time it bore down, sent shivers 
into her cunt. And her gland filled and the discomfort seemed to weigh 
heavily in her cunt, as heavy the pressure on her buttock. He rubbed his 
heel, laughing softly, strained, trapped in his throat, and each time he 
made the plump buttock move, she moaned, a soft sound, groggily, deep in her 
throat, and the husky sound grated, almost like a file being dragged through 
her cunt, she thought. 

This vile Jap bastard wasn't letting up; he delighted in seeing her writhe, 
and squirm and sob softly. Glaring down at her supple buttocks, straight 
back, smooth shoulders wreathed in soft black hair, his cock hardened and 
she seemed to sense his reaction for, turning, Jesslyn said: "We both want 
it. How much longer are we going to prolong it?" 

"Bitch," Saito muttered, without conviction. But he lifted his foot. "On 
your feet. We have some talking to do." He pointed to the barbed wire. 

Jesslyn slipped twice on the mud, almost tumbling into the barbed wire 
fence. He was there, before her, hands on hips, demanding to know where the 
code books were. She denied knowledge and he demanded other information. She 
gave up nothing. 

"I was a secretary. I typed thousands of letters, most were in code. I 
didn't know the keys. It was all gibberish. And the really top secret stuff 
was relayed by other means... short wave, for instance. Honest. I don't know 
anything." 

As she protested, the hot snake of lust coiled in her snatch and she 
trembled. Her titties were hard heavy spheres. Her belly swollen now with 
lust that spilled into her vagina. The hair was slick with her passion oil. 
And the spasms spread, from her thighs into her pussy and beyond, making her 
titties jiggle. 

Mush advanced, fists coiled, hatred turning his ugly face into a yellow 
pinched mask. She backed up. Her ass scraped the pyramid shaped teeth. She 
jumped, moved forward, her hand on the scratched cheek. And he grabbed her 
shoulders and flung her backward. Jesslyn stumbled, tried to catch herself 
and wailing she fell against the wire. 

Daggers of light blinded her. Her back and buttocks recoiled. Heat knifed 
her asscheeks and upper thighs and the pussy hair and the few curled strands 
from under her ass were torn. Screaming, she tried to extricate herself, but 
only impaled herself deeper in the coiled trap. He ordered her to spread her 
thighs and she forced her legs open, the wire cutting and scratching, 
sending the agony into her soul. 

He dropped his soiled pants and pulled down the shorts and, surprisingly, he 
was hung like a bull. The big prick slid along her upper thighs, separating 
the bush, delving through the tight lips, splintering her sore muscles, 
making her groan, cringe against the steel wire bed. He pushed deeper and 
she cried out, throwing her shoulders back, torn between the gouging pain in 
her ass and back, and the poker ripping into her snatch. She bawled, begged 
him to stop, not knowing for sure how she would feel if he retreated, 
extricated her from this painful bed of wire. 

Mush fucked harder, faster and spilled sweat, and obscenities. He was 
getting his gun, thrusting harder, tearing her guts apart, then spurting the 
hot gushing fluid into the secret bruised parts of her snatch. As he tore in 
her yielding cunt she jerked her hips, unmindful of the pain at her backside 
as the strong desire swelled in her cunt. She slammed her belly up, matching 
his downward thrust. The pain was overwhelming but she kept fucking, even as 
the wire ripped her ass and back, and his prick tore into her pussy. 

They matched the fervid rhythm, crested, the jizz exploding at the same time 
and then they eased back; crying, she struggled to get free. She couldn't. 
Too weak to break away from this agonizing trap, she lay back, sobbing 
softly. 

Mush left her there the rest of the night. 

The next morning he freed her and had the compound physician attend to her 
wounds. 

A week later, when she was healed, he had her brought to him. 

"You've mended well, the doctor tells me. Now we can talk?" 

"I know nothing," Jesslyn whispered. 

"Then," Mush sighed, weary of all this, "we must use stronger means to 
unlock that stubbornly padlocked brain." The sadist motioned, with a heavy 
hand, to a sentry in a corner. To the sentry, he said: "Take her to the room 
in the basement, in the rear." 

Again, Jesslyn was dragged like a bag of dirty laundry past the rows of 
cells. Passing the cell where Lawson and his men were kept, she turned 
right; the door was double locked and the five bars covered a space a foot 
wide, a foot tall. She groaned, to get his attention; she didn't know why 
she did it... it was a reflex action which she wouldn't understand until 
much later. 

The noise drew him to the opening. Their eyes met and in that instant the 
sympathy showed in his eyes. The guards jerked her away, dragged her the 
remaining twenty feet to a steel door at the far end of the corridor. The 
faint light turned the door a grayish green, and the light seemed to 
disappear in the impenetrable hulk. The guards halted, to be joined a moment 
later by Mush. He waved them aside, unlocked the door, pushed it open, keyed 
the wall light. 

He pointed to a large, square, wood table with thick legs, in the middle of 
the room. 

The room was bare. But an air of depravity threatened. It breathed from the 
sweating concrete walls, exuded from the cracks that criss-crossed the 
cement floor. It spilled from the pores of these anxious, tight-mouthed men. 

The two guards dragged her to the table, lifted her, dropped her on her 
back. She was tied with the leather thongs tucked beneath the table's edge. 
Mush came over and he had in his hand a ball of steel wool. He dropped the 
ball in her cleavage and she flinched and gasped and the corporal leered. 

"You enjoyed the barbed wire, our rough love bed. It was a bit stiff for me. 
But since you enjoyed it, I can only recreate the sensations." Jesslyn was 
shaking, babbling: "no, no" and tossing her head, her eyes full, tears 
forming, spilling down her cheeks. "Please," she breathed. "No more." But as 
Jesslyn said the words, an inner voice cried: more... I must have more... 
And she realized what she had become, but even knowing did not shock, did 
not make her afraid, only eager and anxious. 

"Are you going to...?" 

"No! I'll tell you nothing!" 

Smirking, corporal Saito crushed the ball in his hand, eager now to begin. 

Four 

 Musashi Saito hesitated, prolonging the dramatic pause between the threat 
and the act. While she twisted her legs and shoulders and pulled on the 
thongs, he lowered his hand over the left tit. Jesslyn cringed, eyes darting 
like a crazed animal. Musashi Saito crushed the ball in his hand. Satisfied 
it was stiff enough, he rubbed it lightly over her tit. 

"Eeeeee..." Jesslyn threw her head back, eyelids fluttering, the dull 
scratching generating heat that swelled through the tit, engorging the 
nipple. 

Saito rubbed harder, inching toward the nipple. The tit was full, swollen, 
dark red where the steel wool scratched. She screamed, an endless ululation. 
He rubbed harder. The ball was crusted now with dry skin. The nipple, so 
dark and taut with blood, thrust, reaching for the malleable mass that 
inched closer. 

Jesslyn would go insane if the steel wool touched her sore tit-cap. She 
wouldn't be able to stand the pain, the endless echoes that would rip her 
tit apart. But it approached and she shrieked and tried to make her tit move 
out of the way. It was swollen, hard, a solid muscle covered with scratches 
and sweat. 

The steel wool scraped the areola and the sensations raced. She groaned and 
the pleasure quickly became pain and then pleasure again. For her pussy 
surged and lust coiled in her snatch. The discomfort was dull at first but 
when the weapon brushed her nipple the pain became a tremendous thrusting 
thing, burgeoning rapidly, consuming her insides, turning her into a dizzy 
quivering mass. 

He circled the nipple, coming ever closer to the nipple. The needles pricked 
the nipple and the shafts of sensation shot through her tit and spread 
through her belly, down to her cunt. 

It was happening and Jesslyn couldn't help it. Her pussy was salivating. The 
constant throbbing intensified, threatened to consume her. She jerked her 
hips. The sharp pressure excited her clitoris, like a finger snapping the 
swollen member. Again Jesslyn jerked her hips, clenching her crotch as the 
steel ball was rubbed briskly over the nipple. 

Jesslyn shouted: "Oh, please, don't tease me." 

The ball of steel ground against the distended muscle. The tit, covered with 
goose flesh, lifted, collided with its member. Both titties rubbed softly 
and the steel ball passed from one to the other. She sobbed, tossed her 
head, bowed her shoulders in an attempt to withdraw from this sweet torture. 
But he would have none of that. Slapping her face, ordering her to remain 
still, the Japanese corporal dragged the steel wool down her cleavage and 
belly to her cunt. 

Jesslyn churned her hips, her buttocks slapping the wood table, making wet 
sucking sounds as flesh and wood collided. The pressure in her pussy was 
building rapidly. She tried to hold out, to keep the pressure down, the cum 
back. But the desire rose like a geyser and, when he traced her labia with 
the ball in his hand, she bucked her pelvis, met his moving hand. The ball 
gouged at the sensitive lips, ripping through every nerve, across the 
innermost fibers, making the juices boil and surge and overflow. Her 
clitoris was full, about to spurt and he saw the juice on her thighs and 
pubic bush and he laughed, the victor at last, and briskly massaged her 
outer flesh. 

But then as Jesslyn shuddered and tightened up and raised to his pressure, 
he wedged a hand between her thighs, pried her open, held her open and 
inserted the steel wool in her pussy. She hollered, her whole body was 
alive, singing, surging, her temperature soaring as the slit pressure 
increased. Her pussy closed on the intrusion and she held the ball in her 
puss and clamped down, bringing the ball in contact with her clitoris. He 
worked two fingers in her puss, just enough to grab onto the ball, and 
corkscrew it. 

The ball tore and bruised. But Jesslyn didn't mind. All she felt was an 
inferno that roared through her vagina, setting off tiny fires that quickly 
spread. 

Musashi Saito bore down, searing the flesh, sending kernels of pain along 
the narrow corridor. He corkscrewed his hand, back and forth, alternating 
the attack, trying to hurt, to tear, to inflict damage. All he did was send 
Jesslyn into paroxysms of delight. The ripping, scalding waves ignited her 
orgasm. 

Shaking, whipping her pelvis, grunting and butt slapping the table, Jesslyn 
exploded, tightened up, gasped and relaxed. It was over, but he continued 
using the steel wool. She was unable to control her clitoris; she wouldn't 
have even if she could. For, she knew, he would stop doing it, if she showed 
too much pleasure. But there was no hiding the orgasms. Cum showered her 
thighs, covered her mound and lower belly. Her tits, so full and thrusting, 
rolled and slapped. Her belly lifted and lowered in the fuck spasms and her 
cunt clutched the weapon, greedily locked on the intrusion. 

"No," Saito barked. 

Stepping away from the table, he conferred with the two guards. She lay, 
quietly, whining, feeling the last spasms of passion slowly ebb. 

Now what? More playing around or was he planning on using... what? What 
tools of terror would be brought into this room, and applied to her yielding 
body? How many ways were there to torture, tear a woman apart? Would this be 
her last fuck? 

They must have reached a decision for Mush came over. The sentries exited 
and he undressed. Without a word he untied the thongs. Jesslyn tried to get 
up but he backhanded her into submission. Then he turned her over, tied her 
face down and massaged her plump but firm buttocks. A butt fucker's delight. 
So smooth they were even more desirable than the hairy cunt. 

The Jap sadist squeezed her cheeks. Jesslyn growled her pleasure. He laughed 
but this time the tremors were obvious. He squatted, placing his weight on 
the cheeks and his prick lengthwise in her crease. She whimpered, childlike, 
as the block of iron pressed into her hot cheeks. The flesh folds parted as 
he pressed down. He rubbed the cheeks; the cock separated the meaty spheres. 
She cried out as the weight settled deeper, pushing the clenched flesh fist 
apart, threw down heat spasms that touched her asshole. She climaxed. A 
quick, sudden spurt that surprised rather than satisfied. 

The corporal, feeling her spasms, drilled back and forth, touching closer 
with each pass. He bore down harder now as his balls tightened and the heat 
spread through his sac, through the shaft, clogging the veins with jizz. He 
plunged deeper, almost at the hole. She slammed her tits against the wood. 
Her nipples pulsated. Her belly quaked and the pressures built in her 
snatch. 

He was so close! The pain was excruciating! He pulled back, almost out of 
her anus, then, grunting, he slammed forward. The bite stretched her asshole 
and the sudden pain nearly made her faint. But then he drew back and the 
pain subsided long enough for her orgasm to erupt. Timing the next assault 
with her orgasm, Mush lunged. The cockhead was imbedded in the steaming 
depths. Jesslyn recoiled as the thousand needles punctured her asshole. But, 
as he twisted and reamed, a familiar sensation took over. 

Pleasure now invaded her cunt as his jizz invaded and further stretched her 
anus. The pleasure rapidly spread and she went limp as once again her orgasm 
spilled over. 

Saito drilled her ass, sending her off over and over, before he grew tired 
and soft. "That was for me. Before they turn that lovely body into something 
not even the dogs would want to piss on." 

"Do me again," Jesslyn whispered, her voice muffled against the table. 

Saito came around, grabbing handfuls of hair, jerking her face up and 
bending over. Their eyes met. "Yes, my dear enemy, I will do it again, and 
again, once the code books are mine. And then, if you behave, you and I will 
do it over and over until your cunt is shredded. Now, before we get sexy 
again, tell me what I must know." 

"But, I don't..." 

Saito dropped her head; her chin struck the table. "Stupid, stupid..." He 
shook his head in dismay. 

She lay quietly, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Before it did, the 
guards were back. She heard machinery squeak across the cement floor, the 
sound of switches thrown and the instant hum of a motor. She turned her 
head. Being wheeled over to the table was a machine about three feet high 
and three feet long. The cabinet was black and across the front was a row of 
five dials. Beneath the dials were switches and sprouting from the top of 
the machine were wires. Attached to each of the five wires were clamps. 

"Turn her over," Mush said in a monotone. "Tie her securely." 

The clamps were pulled apart. One was placed on the right tit, the other tit 
was also clamped. The cold metal bit and the abrasiveness tore through her 
nipples. Before she could enjoy this sensation the other clamps were affixed 
to her labia and the final clamp was inserted in her cunt and tightened on 
the clitoris. 

Mush said nothing. When she was prepared, he gave an order and switches were 
thrown. Stinging, jarring currents surged. Jesslyn shuddered, eyes wide, 
lids fluttering. Her whole body was on fire! Her titties were being chewed. 
Her clitoris and cunt were being gouged. 

The electricity ripped and snaked and surged until she was woozy, unable to 
breathe. Mush barked a second command and the power was increased. Her head 
snapped back. Her teeth rattled. Her lungs jammed. She urinated. The hot 
piss made the electrodes crackle and smoke and the shock she got was so 
strong she fainted. Quickly revived when the current was lowered, she 
gagged, begged for mercy, got none and the power was again raised. She was 
close to fainting; she was numb except in her cunt and titties. They were 
alive. They danced and the nipples swelled and blushed, the tremors cascaded 
down the sleek smooth contours of her tits, down through the big belly 
(making the muscles shudder) and along her thighs and through her cunt. Lust 
juice, then the orgasms, gouted, spurting in an unending stream, each burst 
stronger than the last. And with each climax the ecstasy soared, higher with 
each eruption. And she kept cumming... the power of the orgasm leaving her 
limp, fulfilled but hungry for more. Never had the pleasure been this 
intense, this all encompassing. Never had fucking been this brutal and, at 
the same, this overwhelming. She was dizzy from it, yearning for more. And 
each crackle of the electrodes lashed her tits and cunt and made that 
pleasure-pain thing more wonderful. 

Her titties jumped, rolled like balloons in the wind. Her clitoris shuddered 
and exploded, shooting the cum down her thighs and knees, and over her 
stomach. All the while Mush chortled, dancing around, his prick tenting his 
pants. When he could stand it no more, he ripped off his clothes and 
signaled for the power to be cut. While the guards quickly yanked off the 
clamps he ran to the table. 

Her sensitive flesh vibrated and she felt sick and her jaws ached and her 
skull felt punctured. The sight of him, running over, the big cock 
projecting, bobbing, the pre-cum glistening on the head, got her glands 
moving. Like weary old men they slowly responded. 

But by the time he was there, on her belly, they had built to an agonizing, 
throbbing crescendo, a surging all encompassing tidal wave of orgasm. She 
shook all over, the fits of lust twisting and turning her hips, sending her 
fuck glands into lust spasms. 

Jesslyn wanted it so badly she didn't give a shit who fucked her; friend or 
enemy it didn't matter. All that was important was the cock... the fuck. 

The Jap spread her wide, gripping her ass in his calloused hands; holding 
her open he jammed his prick into her cunt without any preliminaries. The 
jarring intrusion sent rivets of hurt into her snatch and along her spine. 
His twisting and jamming furthered the excruciating pain but, at the same 
time, sent a counter-point of pleasure. 

Jesslyn answered his hard thrusts with a pile driving slam of her hips and 
cunt. He imbedded his prick in her belly and turning back and forth gouged 
her snatch. She groaned and jerked and jammed upward, nearly throwing the 
small man off the table. 

Locked together like enemies in combat, they fucked rapidly, vigorously. 
They tore at each other and their grunts and the sounds of flesh slapping 
flesh fell dully on the hard impassive cement walls, and the two guards who 
sat cross-legged on the cold cement, their eyes dull, their minds focused on 
other things to keep from thinking about what was happening on the table a 
few feet away. 

Jesslyn and Mush, gritting their teeth, writhed, pounding each other, 
fighting to reach an orgasm, hating the other but needing the fuck. The Jap 
went off first. His sperm showered and scalded. She shivered as the hot seed 
kissed her sore cunt walls. Jerking her cunt, she ground her gland against 
his slamming cock. Jesslyn orgasmed as the brute-like prick jammed finally 
against her clitoris; the cock was buried in her cunt muscles. He jerked 
twice, making her cum again, and then pushed out. His retreat from the snug 
cunt made a hushed kissing sound. 

She sighed and her tits did their dance. Now that it was over she wanted to 
sleep, to replenish herself. But he had other plans. 

"Take her outside. And assemble the others." 

It was dark and the humid jungle hunkered down on the tiny compound. From a 
distance cool wet breezes licked closer from the Yangtze on the north and 
Hangchow and Yu-p'an Bays on the south. 

Jesslyn shuddered. It was cold and the air was full of bugs and the strange 
calls of the night animals sounds that she had never gotten used to. She had 
been in Shanghai for two years and there were sounds, especially at night, 
that startled and frightened her. Now she was here, on the edge of hell, and 
for the first time she was not frightened. 

Mush bellowed a command and the compound lights, mounted under the eaves of 
the compound, flashed on. The brilliance knifed her head. She shut her eyes, 
then when they halted in the center of the field near where the two soldiers 
had been castrated, she squinted. The ground was slimy with their guts and 
the odor was like decomposing fish and cattle entrails. She bit her lips to 
keep from retching. The excitement coursed through her and she chewed 
harder. Whatever they had planned it had to be something special, for the 
men gathering a few yards away were quiet, expectant, waiting for an unknown 
horror to descend... something that would enflame them, horrify and satisfy 
them. Whatever it was she was waiting, too... a little afraid, and aroused. 
Waiting to be crucified, if need be, on this foul ground, by these hated, 
dreaded enemies. Whatever was awaiting her it would hurt, possibly destroy, 
but, at the same time, arouse in her the passion and give her the orgasm... 
that cosmic orgasm that might even send her into hell! 

Mush snarled another command. Jesslyn was pushed to the ground and, as the 
stinking phlegm-like deposits beneath her back and buttocks, she was tied to 
stakes pounded into the ground for this special occasion. The leather bit 
her sweating wrists and ankles and the ground moved as she tried to adjust 
her position. The blood gouts slid and shifted and so did her back and 
shoulders. The still warm earth, retaining the last of the scorching day, 
invaded her pores and a few clots entered her rectum. She closed her ass 
instinctively and, with a grunt, contracted her ass muscles, drawing the 
clots up her ass and into her anus where they lodged, creating a sensual 
fullness. Tiny insects crawled along her thighs and became ensnared in her 
cunt hair and bit lightly at her labia, making Jesslyn shudder and groan. 
The bugs swirled around her belly and a few landed on her stomach and worked 
into her navel. The fullness there made her shudder and the light pressure 
in her belly was like a finger pressing, pressing all the way down into her 
snatch. But then the insects found her sweating titties and they chewed the 
supple surfaces and nipped at her tit tips, and she cried out, strained on 
the thongs, raised her butt and then slammed down, showering her buttocks 
with dirt. 

Jesslyn's titties were afire with the insect bites and they seemed to swarm 
over her tits and cunt and under her ass; she was too much in agony to 
notice if they were on her face. She kept her eyes and mouth shut, grunting 
through clenched teeth as the attack was stepped up. The damp wind seemed to 
spread them over her sweating suppleness; like jelly smeared on hot bread, 
they slid across the heaving titties, churning belly and hips, writhing, 
throbbing, bucking cunt. But there was no end to the agony. The insects 
swarmed faster and the clouds of flying bugs became thicker and they 
descended on her body and chewed mercilessly, driving her nearly insane. 

They were everywhere and now they found her pussy and were in there, too. 
They bit and stung and slowly crept deeper, spreading out, surging toward 
her clitoris. And as she shrieked, they found her gland and attacked it and 
consumed it and she erupted, a mighty burst that flooded her snatch and 
drowned the tormentors. But others followed, searching out the sweet nectar 
of her orgasm. And they found it, lapped it, consumed it, and stung her cunt 
until she nearly fainted. Only her intense desire kept her awake, awake to 
sample the perverse delights of this devil's camp. 

Jesslyn's body was covered with the smarting, ravenous insects. Each bite, 
each sting triggered her orgasm and she went off over and over, gasping for 
air as she climaxed, fighting the myriad sensations rending her flesh. 

Jesslyn was being eaten alive and the only thing that really mattered was 
the orgasm... the over and over churning surging throbbing eruptions that 
tore and scalded! 

"Enough," Mush screamed. "She has had enough." 

Cold water was thrown on her and then a syrupy sweet smelling substance and, 
miraculously, the tormentors were gone. She was wiped dry and the air around 
her was sprayed. 

Then Musashi Saito advanced. "We have not heard any words from you, my 
dear," he hissed. "Are you now ready to tell me about those code books?" 

"I know nothing," Jesslyn sobbed. 

He squatted. "I will tell you why I need them. If I find them I will be 
promoted to the Kempai, our secret police. Cooperate, help me achieve this 
high honor and I will take you with me. I'm a bachelor and we who are 
unmarried for some reason travel first class. Maybe that is because we are 
willing to take risks, like my taking command of this stronghold, and 
therefore are well paid. Whatever the reason, I can afford you. If you 
cooperate. If you do not..." He shrugged. "You have ten seconds, my dear." 

The time passed. She thought of nothing more than cocks, and electrodes and 
insects and the wonderful feeling of a deep and unending orgasm. 

"Well, Miss O'Meara?" 

To tell him what little she knew would bring this game to an end; and for 
her a certain death. By prolonging the game she prolonged her life, and kept 
the fucking going. 

She remained silent. Mush barked an order. A deep rumbling from behind the 
compound reached her. Then a long thick shadow fell over her belly. She 
turned. Standing there, straining on a leash was a muzzled dog! He was long 
and wiry and his cock was extended, still growing along his underbelly. 
Whatever they had used to kill the bugs had given her an aroma that excited 
the animal. It strained and tore the dirt and jerked on the restraint, its 
back and shoulder muscles, strong and sleek, straining. The jaws were slick 
and dripping. The eyes, like yellow coals, shone, and were fixed on her 
supple smooth tits and belly and thighs, and finally the gaze locked on her 
shining, thick, black muff. 

Like a heroine in a silent movie, Jesslyn's face twisted in horror and she 
opened her mouth, to scream, only the sound didn't come. Instead she tore at 
the restraints and the veins stood out on her neck and the fear pulsed all 
through her body. Her horror excited the animal, and the captors. As the dog 
growled, tail taut and extended, ears slicked back, jaw quivering, the Japs 
guffawed, and the trainer rubbed a hand over the animal's back and then 
along its belly. The Doberman jerked and chewed the muzzle... and its cock 
thickened. 

She turned her head away, too horrified to look. Her mind, though, kept 
working: this would be the end... the final fuck... when the animal was done 
she would be shredded. There was nothing she could do to save herself; in 
some distant cosmic brain her fate had been ordained and this would be the 
end of it. All she could do now was pray for a speedy, merciful end. Maybe 
she would faint before the animal tore her too badly. That was some small 
comfort. 

The muzzle was removed. The mastiff showed clean sharp teeth. The leash was 
loosened and the animal struggled for freedom. The trainer order the beast 
to heel and the animal obeyed. The Jap coated his palm with an ointment and, 
ordering the animal over on its side, rubbed the grease along the cock. At 
the man's touch the Doberman began to cum. Jesslyn heard the almost human 
grunts and whines and, recognizing the sound of orgasm, she turned. His cum 
was almost like a man's! Thick and gouty and more opaque. And she imagined 
all that cum in her cunt. 

"Ooohhh..." Jesslyn's glands were surging, and she almost tasted the orgasm. 

The ointment was smeared over the dog's prick; its hard-on was bigger and 
stone-like. It would remain that way for hours. The Jap barked an order and 
the Doberman stood. Its prick was a fat cylinder tipped by a bright red 
sponge. To Jesslyn it was the most frightening, threatening thing she had 
ever seen. As the animal advanced, head and shoulders down, tail extended, 
the prick bobbed and slapped its underbelly and seemed to grow thicker and 
longer. She howled and the animal's throaty noises added the counterpoint. 
It was so close now she smelled its humid, fermy stench, the stink of its 
organ and sweating glands. Jesslyn cried out, writhed, struggled to get free 
and as she helplessly fought the restraints the Jap soldiers guffawed, 
nudged each other, hurled untranslatable epithets at her, derided her for 
being the enemy and stupid enough to be their enemy. For they blamed her for 
being here; she couldn't know that one of the reasons they hadn't left this 
jungle was because of her reticence and their leader's greed. 

The animal halted a few feet away, to sniff the air, testing her musky 
animal sweat. The guards threw dirt clots at the dog to spur him on. 
Growling, the beast advanced. Its prick seemed to swell and nearly cover the 
underbelly. Jesslyn's eyes widened at the size of the cock and the fact it 
was still growing. And the animal's penis continued growing, giving off a 
strong scent, like garlic or garbage, or a mix of both. 

The huge dog padded between her spread legs, its dripping, cratered nostrils 
exploring the rippling, goose fleshed thighs, the snout moving slowly closer 
to her pussy. Jesslyn whipped her hips, trying to retard his advance, to 
somehow frighten this fearsome beast. But the gyrations only encouraged the 
animal. His prick continued to grow as his long, thick tongue flicked over 
her thighs. She squealed, head thrown back, throat working on the jagged 
monosyllables of terror. The animal splashed saliva over Jesslyn's alabaster 
smooth thighs. The screams became an endless ululation as the beast dropped 
its head and the tongue flicked over her mound, carefully exploring, 
touching every hairy inch of that thrusting hump. The tongue, like a lover's 
soothing hand, patted the rounded, furred hump and then, like a lover, the 
animal pushed the labia apart with its snout and his tongue flicked along 
the inside slit of her cunt. 

Jesslyn's screams of fear became gurgles of lust as the thick, stroking 
tongue bathed her cunt, leaving lathers of saliva along the inner cunt 
walls. And then that big tongue touched her clitoris and the orgasm, already 
throbbing there, began to discharge and the dog jerked back and her cunt 
contracted and the tiny gland shot thick orgasm deposits on the animal's 
tongue. As the tongue leisurely explored, her cunt contracted on the 
slithering intrusion and the mastiff lightly pawed her thighs and buried his 
mammoth head between her thighs and all the while he tongued her cunt she 
writhed and wailed and ground her hips, driving Jesslyn's cunt against that 
relentless probing mouth. 

His teeth raked her labia and the sensation, deep and rending, only added to 
her excruciating pleasure. Then the Jap sadist snarled a command and the 
tongue came out and the beast inched across her big body, rubbing its furry 
belly on her smooth plumpness, making her babble and shudder and lift her 
cunt toward the approaching cock. 

The cock pushed her thighs wider and Jesslyn gasped, wondering how huge that 
prick must be! The head touched her tight slit and she groaned for she knew, 
by the size of the head, that she would never be able to accommodate that 
huge member! Even the head was too big to get in her pussy lips! 

"No... oh, please... call him off... oh... I'll tell you anything..." 

But the evil enemy was too enthralled to relent now. If she survived the 
fuck then maybe they would accede to her surrender. But for now all the Japs 
wanted to do was watch, empathize, enjoy vicariously this bestiality. 

The mastiff, more skilled in ways of fucking than most young men, worked his 
hips, moving the cock head up and down along her cunt crease; the lips 
pulled back then and the lust oil gushed and slowly, as Jesslyn raised up, 
spread her legs wider, the fuck began... the prick gradually entered her 
hole as the woman's vagina expanded and she took the dog's cock, slowly, 
groaning, eyelids fluttered, pulses leaping in her belly, pain spasming her 
cunt. And with the pain came that evil snake of desire, of pleasure... a 
feeling as familiar now as the need for food and water. For this, too, was 
sustenance... what she needed to live. Mainlined on the bizarre fuck, she 
was hooked now and forever, for however long she lived. 

The dog's rod probed, touching as much of Jesslyn's tight slit as his 
massive weapon could. She shrieked with each skilled probe. He had been 
meticulously trained in fucking. The dog knew exactly how to touch a woman, 
make a woman respond. He used his skill to excite Jesslyn, drive her to the 
peaks of desire. She rapidly jerked her hips, her cunt bearing down on the 
huge erection. 

Her clitoris was crushed against this flesh boulder and the dog sensed the 
tiny gland and began humping steadily. Jesslyn orgasmed powerfully. She 
couldn't contain the lust. It burned and swelled and then burst. It flowed, 
then overflowed, drenching the hairy animal prick and her hairy mound, 
showering her thighs and his belly. And still the dog fucked, for he didn't 
know that she had reached her orgasm. He kept fucking and Jesslyn climaxed 
again, and again, and still he fucked, for a dog can retain his jizz longer 
than a man. 

But when she rolled that lovely belly and clenched those strong wonderful 
thighs and tightened that already snug cunt, the dog's orgasm spurted and 
the force of impact flung Jesslyn back, made her asscheeks dance and slide 
along the come heaped dirt. The dust rose and their animal grunts spiraled 
and reverberated throughout the compound. Her shrieks of pleasure incensed 
and aroused the Japs. As her screams intensified and her groans became 
incensed, it aroused the Japs more and more as her screams intensified and 
became interspersed with her bellows, they shuffled around, nervous, 
sexually aroused. For Jesslyn was the only woman in camp, the only woman 
still alive for them in this once overcrowded city... the largest city in 
eastern China. But now these healthy young men only had their dreams for 
company... dreams that would torture them, prevent restful sleep, turn them 
into a regiment of second rate warriors... soldiers with slowed, sex starved 
reflexes. 

Musashi Saito thought it over while the dog plunged his cock into Jesslyn's 
cunt one last time then retreated on command. 

"Clean her up. Then fuck her as often as you want. When you finish with her, 
then send her to me. With the right answers," he said, flinging the words at 
her. 

 Chapter Five 

The cleaning up took five minutes. Two guards carried her around back to an 
outdoor shower stall, turned on the cold water and while she danced and 
squealed, they stripped, crowded beside her and with their foul breaths 
fanning her face, they scrubbed her down with coarse bristled brushes, the 
kind used to clean floors. By the time they were finished her skin was red 
and, in some places, raw. Her titties and ass-cheeks glowed and pulsations, 
caused by the brisk massage, pooled in her snatch. They dried her with dirty 
rags, probably used to clean their rifles, judging from the smell. The stink 
clung to her skin but the yellow soldiers didn't seem to mind. 

They carried her back to the compound, found a clean yard of ground near the 
building and dumped her there. The two guards that had showered with her 
stood over her. Their cocks were distended and stood up, pale, slim sheaths, 
with glowing tips. They were to be the first. While their comrades formed a 
semi-circle, one short burly guard fell on her and once again Jesslyn was 
smothered by hard muscled male flesh. 

He got her on her side and while he fondled and squeezed her titties he got 
behind her and, pressing her ass with his prick, he rubbed up and down, 
making her strong asscheeks wiggle. Jesslyn whimpered and churned and he 
giggled while his cock plundered her yielding ass flesh, while his hand 
squeezed her titties and shoulders. 

He smothered her, all right. Smothered and aroused her at the same time. 
Like before her cunt opened and got wet and her thighs flexed and she raised 
her cunt to take his probing hand. The fingers pierced her slit, shoving 
aside the labia, moving deeper as he skillfully penetrated and moved closer 
to the back of her pussy. 

His cock pried open her ass and the crinkly pubic hair scratched 
tantalizingly at her smooth buttocks. Jesslyn rolled her hips, made her 
buttocks close on the advancing prick. Two stiff hot wedges pierced her 
body, filled her cunt and ass, burned deep and made her nerves jump and 
tingle. The gradual rhythm spasmed clear through her ass and belly while the 
forward advance tore into her cunt. She felt the jarring thrusts in her 
throat. The pleasure-pressures excited her, made her move faster, made her 
writhe and sob and squeal and shake her big hips and slap her titties 
together, turn her body into an eager, hungry fucking machine. 

He thrashed her ass and cunt and while he assailed both holes, she 
responded, thrusting her hips forward then backward, grinding her pelvis 
constantly, another guard, slim and tall, seized her titties, and thumbed 
and pinched and pulled on the globes while he shoved her jaws apart with his 
cock. Her jaws dropped. Whining, then growling, Jesslyn's tongue flashed, 
catching the prickhead, wrapping her tongue around the shaft, pulling him 
closer, into her mouth. He was small but his quick stroking wedged her jaws 
apart, and it stung the back of her throat. Jesslyn gagged but swallowed, 
catching his spurting load. 

While she suckled, her hips and ass delivered pile driving thrusts and her 
two fuckers responded with equally rapid strokes. They clung together, a 
humid flesh sandwich. She wiggled and snorted, overcome with lust, hungry 
for this pounding fucking ecstasy. But no matter how rapidly she jerked, the 
cocks didn't seem to satisfy. They weren't big enough, brutal enough. After 
the dog no man would ever be big or brutal enough. 

Jesslyn whimpered, closing on the cocks. Her tongue thrashing and her cheeks 
dragging on the prick, her cunt clasped and locked while her anus clutched. 
They were in as far as they could go but that wasn't good enough. She wanted 
more, had to have more. 

They flailed her, orgasmed almost at the same time. The hot fluid up her ass 
and down her throat filled her mouth and anus and spurted down her tonsils 
and over her creamy hind cheeks. Jesslyn slithered on the thick deposits, 
and waited for the explosion in her pussy that would trigger her orgasm. 

Her plump ass rubbed the Jap raw, and he groaned as her tightly locked cunt 
bruised his fingers. She was chewing, grinding her jaws on the prick in her 
mouth and the man yelped and struggled to be free. Their discomfort aroused 
in her another, new emotion... conquest! Using her body to overwhelm, 
dominate and, yes, defeat these wiry yellow fuckers aroused a blood lust. 

Jesslyn ground her jaws tightly. The man screamed when the teeth tore skin, 
pulled and raked the exposed veins. As her mouth filled with blood and her 
captor's prick shuddered and he screamed and struggled, her orgasm went off. 
She flooded the other one and his cock slid free. He slapped her titties but 
the bursting pain wasn't strong enough to make her open her mouth. 

Jesslyn was aware now of movement around her, shadows flickering over her 
pale supple flesh. She was aware, too, of the piled army pants close by. 
Still holding the man in her teeth, the blood squirting between her teeth, 
over her lips, down her throat, she reached for the pile, found something 
ribbed, cold and hard. A firm grip on the side arm she judged distance and 
then jerked her arm up. The side arm was aimed at her enemy. She fired once 
and the one that had fucked her in the cunt was flung backward, surprise on 
his ugly face, spurts of blood, from the gaping chest wound, spilling down 
his lean belly and over his sagging cock. He toppled against his comrades 
and the semi circular formation seemed to cave in under the fallen weight. 

Still holding her bleeding prisoner by her jaws, she flinched and tried to 
ignore the slamming on her shoulders and head. The Jap behind her was still 
hard and trapped in her humid asshole. A moment longer for retribution and 
then they could butcher her if they wanted. 

The slanty-eyed enemy waved his arms and kicked at her but each violent move 
only tore more of his prick. Like a chastity belt her teeth were rigid on 
the shriveling, ripped cock. Jesslyn turned the weapon, an awkward gesture 
that hurt her wrist and fingers and nearly made her drop the weapon. But she 
got it positioned the way she wanted it. Reaching, tilting the muzzle up and 
in, she dug her other hand into his balls, pulling him closer. He came down 
hard on her shoulders, his knees knocking her backward. But she took him 
with her and they only made the pain more in tense; he screamed, wailed a 
prayer in Japanese. His comrades were tense, waiting for her to drop the 
side arm so they could rush her. But she held tightly to the weapon, turning 
the muzzle inward. 

His buttocks quivered when the cold muzzle and hot maw brushed him. He 
bawled, a child afraid of the dark all of a sudden. Jesslyn wedged the maw 
into his ass and his cheeks slapped and slid over the thick intrusion. He 
was screaming now, a feverish, pitiful yarp of pain, of fear... the sound of 
a soul about to topple into the burning pits of Hell. 

Jesslyn locked her finger on the trigger guard, then on the trigger itself. 
She paused, to enjoy this sudden turnabout, this new emotion. Yes, they had 
turned her into an animal and now this animal was about to spring, to 
recover some of the self respect they had taken away. She was about to taste 
the sweet fruit of vengeance and since this would probably be the last thing 
she would taste on this earth, she savored it, enjoyed it, let it linger a 
moment more. 

Meantime, there was noise behind her, coming from the compound building. 
Voices, guttural, hushed, and the shrill castrato cry of the man in her 
mouth. He was flailing on the side arm, his ass impaled on the thick steel. 
He struggled, begged, flung his arms, beat at her with his knees. But he was 
trapped and she slowly squeezed the trigger. 

The boom was slightly muffled by his intestines. The sting went up her arm. 
The stench of cordite and torn flesh smote her nostrils. He screamed and the 
hoarse taut cries were submerged in a wet gurgle. Blood gushed from his 
anus, drenching her arm. Jesslyn jerked the gun close to her; the weapon was 
wet but still serviceable. He fell, a heavy lump, beside her. Blood spurted 
from his mouth, asshole, prickhead and belly button. His limbs beat wildly, 
flailed the ground, shot dirt clots against her, brought up curtains of 
dust. The stink of his bloody, rent bowels swirled as a sudden burst of 
cool, damp jungle wind came up, almost as if some unknown all seeing force 
wanted to flush the air of this perverted carnage. 

The Jap beat the ground with his bloodied torn body. The smoke of the piece 
drifted from his anus and out his gaping mouth, bloody, glazed eyes, 
twitching lids. Jesslyn saw all this out of the corner of her eye as she 
swung the piece toward the horrified young warriors. They took one more step 
but then she fired and they fell back and scattered, going for their 
weapons. The weapons were drawn but she was firing rapidly, the grip bucking 
in her painfully numb hand. Jesslyn hit three of the soldiers and they went 
down in a twisting, kicking heap. She kept squeezing the trigger, not 
aiming, only scatter-shooting... spraying the area. Two more went down and 
the hammer clicked on the empty chamber. She continued jerking the trigger, 
too numb now to hear the clicks of the hammer on the discharged chamber. 

They moved in, swarming over her, kicking at her body. And she rolled, 
dodged, snarled obscenities. 

"Trap her. Do not kill her." The command came from Corporal Saito. 

Jesslyn kicked one man in the balls and he fell, creating an opening. She 
was on her feet, alive, fighting. She plunged through them, breaking away 
twice as she sprinted toward the barbed wire, and the freedom beyond. The 
dark jungle beckoned and she had to respond. 

"Stop her... stop her..." The Jap sadist's screams pierced the velvety 
night. 

Jesslyn sprinted toward the wire. Her titties and buttocks danced and 
slapped and whispered, a provocative response to the myriad soft cries of 
the beckoning jungle. 

Jesslyn sidestepped two of the advance guards, kicking their legs as she 
reached the wire. She grabbed a solid wood post. Bracing her right foot 
against the post she reared back and quickly climbed. Leaning backward her 
body was a safe distance from the clawing barrier. Only the soles of her 
feet touched the splintered wood fibers. A hand reached; the rush of fingers 
descending created a breeze that raised goose flesh and the hackles. On 
reflex she lashed back, her fist striking an arm. A momentary deflection, 
time enough to scale the post, vault over. As Jesslyn cleared the other 
side, the smooth, triangular teeth closed, like a jaw on the last morsel, 
slicing zig-zags of flesh. The thin red wounds became fat columns of heat 
that rammed through her pussy. She cringed, dropped into a squat, quivered 
as the pain welled in her cunt. She couldn't stop, didn't dare attend to the 
rage of lust in her snatch. Running, her ripe flesh jiggling, dancing, the 
white suppleness shimmered in the pale moon that appeared between layered 
clouds. And she stumbled, approaching the myriad eyes glaring in the bowels 
of that verdant greenery. She didn't stop, couldn't slow. For, directly 
behind, was the search party. And the distance between them was rapidly 
diminishing. 

Jesslyn tore through the tightly clenched foliage. Like reluctant lovers 
embracing, the foliage refused to give. She threw herself against the 
barrier and the squatty bushes and tangled vines lashed her titties and ass 
and the light whipping furthered her passion. 

Jesslyn lunged again; the enemy was so close she smelled their sweat. The 
vines gave enough for her to crawl over and, beyond, the tiny eyes that had 
curiously watched her, now scampered away, frightened by this tall, ripe, 
white skinned Amazon. The tiny animals left their waste strewn over the 
rough ground. Jesslyn slipped, stumbled, recovered and rushed on. The deeper 
she penetrated the thicker the jungle growth. Her titties were plastered in 
a taut, strong, wet and humid embrace. The damp lashing assailed her torn 
asscheeks and the kiss was like salt being thrown in a wound. The reaction 
was a shivery, forceful, penetrating thing that made her yelp. 

They must have heard! Where could she hide? 

A slender tree up ahead provided refuge. Strong legs locked on the rough 
bark, the wet moss and mold smeared her calves and thighs but still she 
climbed. Her pussy rubbed the jagged surface. Bark scraped free, wet, slimy, 
fragile chunks imbedded in her pubic thicket. As she clung to the solid, 
inanimate lover her enemy descended. Jesslyn climbed faster, her cunt 
grinding against the trunk. The vibrations excited her clitoris. Then more 
bark penetrated that tight slit and wedged against her gland and the rapid 
climbing further imbedded the bark, crushing the scraps against the gland, 
and the humid mass became a small fist, punching her clitoris over and over; 
with each surging, upward movement of her hips the fist slammed unmercifully 
and her clitoris overflowed, tossing the mass all through her cunt. But, 
because of the clenched cunt muscles the mass ended up against her clitoris. 
And she clung tightly to it, getting her orgasm each time she gained a 
foothold on the slippery rough surface. 

Higher she climbed and, when her enemies reached the fist of foliage, she 
was at the top of the tree, secure in a bowl of branches thick with leaves, 
some twenty five feet above the Japs. Foliage blocked their view, also 
blocked their forward progress. 

"She couldn't have penetrated this thicket," Corporal Saito bellowed, aching 
for the rape. "She must be somewhere close by. Search, you fuckers of the 
rising sun, search!" 

Moments of freedom were all she had. She was trapped up here. There was no 
where to run to, no where to leap to. She might be able to crawl, monkey 
style, from this tree to the adjoining tree but the limbs looked fragile, 
undependable. And she wasn't a monkey; she wasn't tough enough to climb 
indefinitely. So all she could do was hunker up here, with her legs drawn 
up, the kneecaps flattening her titties. Before long they would smell her 
sweat, and her orgasm. 

The cum was a heavy wedge. It had to be relieved! 

Jesslyn opened her crotch. The thick hair curls brushed a sharp edged bark 
chunk. Well, why not? She broke the bark loose and opening as wide as she 
could, she pushed the inanimate "lover" in her puss, cork-screwing the rough 
angled bark through her dripping snatch, prolonging the passion, keeping the 
chunk away from her clit for as long as she could. 

Her hand working, she sat straight, eyes shut, lips parted, tongue darting 
along her lower lip. Images flickered in her mind, feverish shapes that 
kindled the blaze in her vagina, and all her nerves reacted to the images, 
and she ground the bark deeper, faster, her wrist aching when she increased 
the pressure. Faster and faster now, and she raised her ass and whipped her 
pelvis and as her orgasm bubbled, she locked her writhing cunt muscles on 
the bark and lay on her side in the branch bowl and then turned over on her 
face, her ass working back and forth in and out, aimed at the leaves above 
her; the leaves lightly massaged her heaving asscheeks as she rubbed her 
titties against the sharp, humid bowl bottom beneath her shoulders. And her 
big solid buttocks pounded together as her climax built once more and then 
she tightened up, gasping, as the eruption stung her sore pussy, splattered 
her thighs and smeared her cunt hair to her throbbing mound. And, because 
she was so close to capture and death, Jesslyn stretched full length in the 
crowded area, pulled apart her pussy and grinding her cunt muscles, she 
bruised her clitoris on the spiky, bark-strewn, branch bowl. And she chewed 
her lip to keep from screaming her delight, and she crushed her titties in 
her palms and gouged the full muscles with her fingernails, and the delight 
that snaked and lashed her cunt rose to encompass her entire body and if she 
never fucked again this bizarre coupling of her cunt and this ancient tree 
would suffice. She tried to bring her clit up but a familiar hiss stole her 
passion. 

"Get the bitch down. Now." 

Jesslyn let them pluck her from the bowl and didn't resist when the Jap 
kicked her legs out from under her and produced a riding crop and, without a 
preliminary monologue, he whipped her ass. Each snorting assault made her 
ass recoil, made jagged heat singe her pussy. She whimpered as the birching 
continued, over and over, stinging, slapping, tearing at the supple buttocks 
until her cheeks were branded with the riding crop's imprint. Then, when 
Musashi Saito's arm tired, he grabbed handfuls of foliage, singling out the 
drier strands and shoved them between her cheeks. The sudden forceful 
intrusion made her wince and she whined and rubbed her belly and tits on the 
damp, insect covered ground. The tiny ants and other insects crawled over 
her damp ripe flesh and chewed at her, raising her passion. She was so 
engrossed she failed to feel the fists of foliage stuffed up her ass. 
Crushed dry brush protruded from her ass, spread over the lower slopes from 
the narrow crease. Then the snap of a long match against the Jap's 
fingernail. The stink of sulpher then the approach of heat. Then the crackle 
of dry brush. And the rapid spread of heat, warming her bottom almost like 
the gentle warm hands of a gentle lover. But rapidly the heat spread and the 
singe of burning flesh assailed the air. 

Her ass was literally on fire! 

Jesslyn screamed as the pain crept closer, invading her asshole, 
incinerating her cunt and she writhed and babbled and wailed and the cries 
were not only the yelp of pain but also the outcry of passion fulfilled. She 
was cumming in waves and the fire licked across her fat solid buttcheeks, 
singeing, branding, arousing her passion. And her pussy bucked and spewed 
and the outpourings drenched the ground, flushed away the insects in her 
pussy and on her thighs and trapped in the luxuriant pussy bush. 

The inferno raged uncontrolled and the enemy laughed and watched her agony, 
not knowing that part of the agony was caused by the pressure of still to be 
released orgasm. She beat the ground as the insects beneath her tits and 
belly scattered and she sent up clots of dust and coated her ripe flesh with 
the dust and rubbed her cunt briskly on the ground even as her pussy erupted 
over and over and her ass blackened and the heat burned all through her 
sensitive ass walls and when the coals dropped into her anus she bellowed, 
reared up, slammed her titties and belly on the ground and the dust was 
flung over her and the enemy. She sobbed and writhed weakly and begged for 
relief, not from the fire but from the trapped orgasm. 

The Jap corporal quickly tired of the sport and, as the blaze flickered, he 
unzipped his fly and ordered his flunkies to do likewise and they urinated 
on her back and buttocks and some of the foul liquid gushed into her anus 
and smote her buttocks, and the fire was snuffed. 

"Now we take her back to her people and let them convince her." Saito wanted 
to tear her flesh. But not until he had the information. 

Through the barbed wire gate and across the dusty waste flecked compound and 
through the door, down into the cool dampness. Her body weakened by the 
ordeal bounced meekly on the cold cement. Then down and across the roachy 
cement floor to the cell door. Her thighs and legs crushed the bugs and the 
waving antennae tickled her skin. 

Jesslyn was beat now, too worn down to resist or even care when the door of 
cell number five was opened, and then closed behind her. 

Brad Lawson's voice was tight, pinched. He was beside her, whispering. And, 
as Jesslyn passed out, she thought she heard the whisper of love words 

 Chapter Six 

The first thing Jesslyn heard was the steady gush of wind through the narrow 
window. Then, as consciousness took hold, the heavy breathing nearby. Then 
she shivered and a voice spoke. 

"Are you alert enough to know what I'm saying?" Brad Lawson's heavy basso 
hurt her ears, and she made a feeble waving gesture. 

Her hand brushed his thick chest. The hairy pectorals were capped with tiny 
nipples. They flared, almost womanlike, at her touch and her hand lingered. 

"Yes." She lightly stroked the strong virile muscles, and the fingers caught 
on the curled hair. 

"The Jap bastard laid down the law," Lawson whispered. His hand brushed the 
long silky jet strands from her cheek. Her skin warmed to his touch and the 
warmth communicated to his groin. As tired as he was he still could raise a 
hard on and right now that's what was sprouting. He cleared his throat and, 
determined to get it all said, he continued. "The Jap wants some secret 
papers your chief had in his possession before the British got suckered, and 
threw this island over. The Jap says you know where the papers are. If you 
don't tell him we'll all be killed." She started to protest but he cut her 
off. "I had a plan worked out; it began in my head as soon as I knew there 
was a woman prisoner here. I also knew the kind of sick mind Mush had. He 
likes women and he likes 'em to suffer. I put you through all that hell to 
condition you, toughen you up, make you strong enough to submit to his 
torture without breaking." He touched the bruised shoulders, the sweating 
titties. "I don't know if the conditioning took. Did you break?" 

Jesslyn began to move her hips, groan through half closed lips, see his 
burgeoning prick through heavy lidded eyes. Yes, Jesslyn thought. The 
conditioning "took." Only because she was about half animal after the nips 
laid a lash on her and raped her half-to-death. Only she hadn't realized 
what she was becoming; it took those slanty-eyed sons of bitches to awaken 
her up. As Jesslyn rolled against him, feeling his big prick flat against 
her stomach, she wondered what his plan had been. Time later for that. Right 
now his cock was crushing her belly and the globe sized head was squirting 
pre-cum on her sternum and cleavage. 

Jesslyn scooted lower, positioning her mouth against his cockhead. Rubbing 
his shaft between her palms she licked the cockhead. He shuddered, reacting 
like she figured he would. She dropped her lips on the slit, the tongue 
sliding over the sponge, the teeth lightly chewing. He grunted and the cock 
thickened and her jaws were spread wide. She lightly kissed and when more 
pre-cum spurted she made soft, crying sounds. Pulses went off in her chest 
and belly and her tits slapped lightly and her stomach quivered, and the 
churning began in her pussy. She drank in the salty light fluid; soon enough 
her throat would be drenched but, right now, all that coated her teeth was 
the pre-cum. She ran her tongue-tip along the big veins, taking more of the 
shaft in her mouth as she licked closer to his thicket of hair, and the big 
heavy ball-sack. 

Lawson held her head to his groin and rolled backward, pulling her on top. 
Her titties dropped against his legs and her head tossed as she buried his 
shaft in her wet mouth. She tongue-lashed and suckled and teethed, and the 
first spurts began. 

Jesslyn caught the opaque pearls at the back of her throat, swallowed the 
sour stinging juice and her throat burned and the heat in her belly rose to 
consume the next gouts. 

Jesslyn suckled with more rapid movements, coaxing the cum faster. He was 
rolling back and forth in short arcs; her hot breath fanned over his balls 
and belly. The fire in his cock scalded his balls and the pain, 
excruciating, wonderful, sent shivers through his testes. And she thrashed 
his shaft with her heavy, curled tongue. The rapture he felt was telegraphed 
to her and the surging force in her pussy grew stronger, more violent. Her 
clitoris seemed to swell, fill her cunt and the pain of her orgasm made her 
dizzy, and the pounding in her snatch grew stronger, the pulsations more 
rapid. She was no longer able to hold back. She had to go off! 

Still sucking without missing a beat, Jesslyn plunged two stiff fingers into 
her cunt and, grunting and flinching as the sharp-nailed intrusion tore her 
succulence, she twisted the fingers, massaging and bruising all the muscles, 
saving that last stroke for the throbbing gland. Her orgasm boiled and 
seethed but still she played the game of "hands off", saving the best for 
last. 

While Jesslyn explored and massaged she sucked and chewed and tongue 
thrashed and he began to go off, dumping gouts of jizz on her tongue. The 
torrents squirted between her teeth and showered her throat and the big 
prick stretched her aching, yielding jaws. 

And still Jesslyn sucked while she fucked her cunt. The fingers probed and 
scratched and the gland continued to pulsate. Not much longer now... she 
couldn't hold it back much longer. He was cumming faster and that meant he 
was about finished. She wanted to save her orgasm so they would end 
together, separate when they were both finished. 

His cock quivered; the shaft vibrated with the massive pulsations. Not much 
longer now... 

Jesslyn jammed her fingers to her clit and the response was electrifying. 
Like daggers suddenly buried in her sensitive flesh, the nails rent her 
clitoris and the orgasm exploded. Massive, breath-stopping spasms racked her 
pussy and she tightened up and ground her hips and jerked rapidly as the 
orgasm inundated her cupped hand. 

They orgasmed, reached the crest, then slowly, reluctantly descended. When 
they separated, Lawson said: "I have to tell you I didn't mean to hurt you 
before. You were part of the plan. Our escape plan. Here's the rest." 

"No," and Jesslyn's voice clattered. "I don't want words. I want to be 
fucked. The words can come later, after I do." 

Jesslyn hand-stroked his cock; Lawson didn't respond at first but, as she 
hand pumped, his pecker rose in her palm and she sighed and whispered: 
"That's a boy... that's a very good boy... be nice to me, nice boy... fuck 
me good... love me a little and I'll do whatever you want me to do... 

And Lawson hardened fast and they embraced and she kept pumping his cock, to 
keep it up. And when he was fully extended she spread wide on the floor and 
smiling wistfully, almost shyly, she raised her legs and he came down 
between those strong silvery columns, and they linked together. He slowly 
pierced her snug slit and she groaned and raised her ass and belly and 
wiggled rapidly, adjusting to his big prick. 

Lawson burrowed deeper, and each time he advanced, his cock hit Jesslyn's 
clitoris and she orgasmed. When her hot cream drenched his shaft he went 
off, too, and they rolled against each other, doing a quick fuck dance that 
speeded the climax. 

His cock imbedded in her cunt, Jesslyn tightened her cunt, strangling the 
massive shaft. His jizz burned all through her vagina and she felt the 
staccato pounding up into her belly. Her ass tightened and raised off the 
floor and she slammed against him, tearing that monster shaft in her 
clenched cunt-fist. 

They tightened up, almost stopping, then began again and this time the 
rhythm was faster, the flailing harder, more intense. And the orgasm was 
stronger for them both. 

Brad fell away, kissing her, oblivious to his men. She relaxed in his 
embrace. She was satisfied, and yet... Sexually, Jesslyn was drained. But 
that inner, new found hunger was yet to be appeased. And there was no one 
here that had the technique she needed. The enemy had the tools, though. In 
the corner. 

Jesslyn penetrated the shadowy corner, fearful, expectant, not knowing to 
what depths of degradation she could sink to and still survive with her 
sanity intact. 

Jesslyn found, in the first corner she came to, the object that she wanted. 
Thomas came over, nodding and winking at Sloan and Lawson. 

"I think our little freak has discovered the kind of kick that she needs." 
He cupped her goose-fleshed ass. "Ain't that about right?" 

Jesslyn was shaking so hard the pulsations rippled her vocal chords and all 
she could do was whimper. Sloan ordered her down on her knees and she 
groaned as she got down, arms stretched toward the wall, ass raised toward 
Thomas. 

"Come on, love, get your fat little body closer to the wall." Her jerked her 
wrists, raised them to the block of wood. Affixed to the wood were two 
chains and dangling from the chains were two wrist manacles. The cool breeze 
smote her quivering, sweating ass-cheeks and her back muscles rippled. The 
heat was already building in her pussy and the taut feeling in her clit and 
titties was becoming almost too excruciating. 

Jesslyn's nipples grew larger, reddening, thicker and her clitoris swelled 
and she whipped her belly and drove her cunt down toward the floor. Thomas 
ordered her to slow down so he could mount her and he smirked when she 
ignored his command. 

"When I give an order I want it obeyed." And he extended his fingers and 
held them tight and swung his wrist. The open palm and clenched fingers came 
down hard on her exposed ass and the impact slammed her head against the 
wall. She screamed and Thomas laughed and pebbles of spittle dripped from 
the corners of his mouth. He swung his hand again and, again, her head 
cracked against the cement. Through the bright haze and numbing recoil 
Jesslyn felt the splinters of pain spread across her broad buttocks. Her 
hips jerked and she dimly felt the vibrations in her pussy. All she felt 
were the cunt muscles tightening and the dampness of the floor on her 
dangling titties. Again and again he spanked her ass and each time the pain, 
like a rock wedge, rammed her cunt. Her clitoris was swollen and the 
sensitive nerves of her cunt tingled and vibrated and she tightened her 
crotch and swung her ass and Thomas beat her buttocks until they were solid 
red and the welts were beginning. Then, his cock erect, he squatted down and 
truncheoned her narrow ass-crease. Jesslyn screamed when the cocktip bit the 
outer ass flesh. Then she wailed as Thomas brutally rammed into the tight 
hole. 

He could never get all of that big prick in her asshole! He couldn't. She 
was too tight and yet as he burrowed, the muscles spread and her sphincter 
tingled and tightened and her bowels surged and made dreadful noises as he 
pushed deeper. Thomas guffawed at her humiliation and discomfort, and drove 
his prick deeper. 

Jesslyn's anus was moist and he pummeled the tiny hole, stretching it wider, 
causing her greater pain and as she whimpered her titties hardened and her 
belly quaked. Thomas rammed ahead, splitting the anus wider and penetrated 
her bowels. Jesslyn screamed and Lawson told Thomas to ease up. But Thomas 
paid Lawson no attention. The brute was too immersed in this bizarre act of 
lust to notice anything, save the snugness of the hole he invaded, and the 
quaking of the solid muscles surrounding his shaft. 

Thomas slammed ahead and began shooting his cum into her bowels. She yelped 
and strained against the manacles, trying to flee from this unceasing pain. 
And he continued pushing that awesome block of muscle into her asshole, 
pushing deep then pulling out in a rapid stroking movement. As he sawed her 
asshole his jizz pummeled her intestines and she felt the discomfort in her 
belly. She pressed her shoulders to the floor and the rough cement hurt her 
titties. But this discomfort didn't deter Jesslyn's rocking movements. 

For she had to feel the cement against her damp, swollen tits. The cement 
excited her nipples and, at the same time, eased some of the discomfort in 
those sensitive peaks. The cement acted like a man's teeth on her nipples 
and partially detracted from the pain in her bowels. 

Thomas thrashed her asshole soundly, using just enough strength to give the 
maximum amount of pain but he saved some of his strength for later. He had 
planned one final little trick and then he would be able to sleep. 

Thomas was cumming faster now. She clenched her thighs together and rubbed 
her cunt muscles, trapping her clitoris. As he went off, her orgasm started 
and to further intensify her pleasure she rubbed her titties faster on the 
cement. The gnarled blocks scraped and scratched her thrusting swollen 
nipples and the strong pounding cock in her ass gave her the right amount of 
pain. She had reached that plateau where pain and pleasure mingled and 
became a unified sensation. The clitoris filled and then burst and as the 
cum spilled down her thighs and spurted under her lower cunt slope and onto 
her asscheeks. Thomas lunged deeper, imbedding his cock all the way to the 
base of the shaft. With his balls bouncing on her lower butt slope he 
slammed with staccato pistonings. The cockhead split the sphincter and the 
jizz bathed her intestines. With each eruption, her belly filled and she had 
to take shallow breaths to keep from choking. 

Jesslyn was dizzy once more and the cold cement kissed her sore nipples. But 
her hips and ass moved with a rhythm all their own, and her cunt spilled 
orgasm until she was breathless, weak and sweat drenched. One final thrust 
of her hips and they climaxed one last time. But the beating and the butt 
fuck, like before, increased her longing. 

His face contorted, he bucked against her downward slide and blew the last 
of his cum clear up into her belly. 

"I suppose you're still not satisfied?" Thomas smirked, withdrawing. 

"You've got enough strength to do it for me?" 

As he undid the manacles Jesslyn turned and shoved her ripe ass in his face. 
The brute took hold of her rump and squeezed the round pink muscles. "I've 
got plenty of strength for that." 

"Then get the fuck to it." Jesslyn wiggled her ass and he sat up and pulled 
her across his lap and with those firm, meaty asscheeks pointed at the 
ceiling, he began to spank. 

At first, as the hand came down lightly, Jesslyn "oooohed" and jerked and 
squirmed and the big firm cheeks danced. But when he increased the pressure, 
hit with greater impact, she churned and groaned and wept and as the big 
ass-melons became pink, she squirmed with greater speed and his hand made 
wet sucking sounds when it came down hard. 

"You fucking sick bitch," the brute snorted, assailing her ass with a strong 
hand. "I got just the thing for your ass. Just the damn thing to make you 
groan and moan and shake those big fat buttcheeks." 

As he snarled, Jesslyn whipped her hips and her buttocks tossed like corks 
on the ocean. She prayed for more harsh treatment, more spanking until her 
buttocks got numb. And he sensed her need and complied. He beat her ass 
until the reverberations exploded her orgasm. Her cum showered his bare legs 
and her whines curled through his head; he smote her firm rump and the plump 
cheeks were red and they danced and she tightened her crotch and began 
pumping both legs and twisting her thighs, and her orgasm rose in her 
clitoris and she felt like there was a wedge of steel in her pussy and the 
pain was wonderful! 

Jesslyn ground her ass against his legs and rubbed her thighs briskly. The 
constant assault on her buttocks and the rapid jerking set off her orgasm 
and it inundated his lap. Jesslyn erupted, shamelessly bathing his hairy 
thighs. He grunted; his cock rose. Her wet, steamy cunt and damp thighs 
rubbed his legs. His lap opened and Jesslyn slid to the floor. He turned her 
over on her face; she meekly complied, sniffling, shaking, panting. The cold 
floor kissed her hot tits and belly and she opened her crotch and continued 
rubbing her lips against the cement. The big as cheeks, dancing, slapping 
softly, got the brute all the way up. Dropping on her back he began stuffing 
his cock in her ass crease. 

"Please," Jesslyn giggled, coquettishly, "I'm sore back there." Then, 
huskily: "Oil me up first." 

The brute shoved the cockhead along the damp crease until his balls surged, 
and the jizz started. He shoved the spurting tip along the crease and 
lubricated the inner muscles with jizz. Jesslyn gasped, like a virgin being 
goosed, and swung her pelvis, making the buttocks slap against his prick. He 
was grunting now and she rolled her ass. The heavy hams encompassed his 
cockhead and exerted pressure on the sensitive tip. And the steady weights 
against the head made the jizz spurt faster. The heat of her ass enveloped 
the shaft and balls and lower belly and thighs. She made him hot and he, in 
turn, encompassed the inner walls in a wreath of warm, wet heat that quickly 
became a scalding bath. 

The brute's cock got harder and spread back the snug muscles as it 
telescoped down her humid shit-chute. Jesslyn babbled a rush of 
monosyllables, meaningless words to describe an indescribable euphoria. All 
she could do to show her pleasure was undulate her hips and make those big 
heavy buttocks spill over his shaft, and whip hard against his downward 
advance. 

The brute drove his cock forward, separating the snug inner walls; the heat 
spilled through her ass and pussy and she screamed her satisfaction even 
before the orgasm erupted. 

They were fucking fast now. They slammed against each other and with each 
slam his cock drove deeper. Then it was buried in her anus and the hot coals 
rolled through her intestines and cunt and the clitoris began to fill. But 
even before it was jammed with her orgasm the cunt nerves resounded with his 
powerful ministrations. The brute tore at her asshole, made her yelp and 
weep, made the sweat burst down her smooth, straight back, made her 
asscheeks explode with goose flesh. 

He grabbed her shoulders, braced his palms against the supple muscles and 
held tightly as he rammed forward, over and over, until his cum slammed into 
her asshole. The sudden powerful explosion set her off. Like a thousand 
fingers goosing her ass the cum pounded her anus, filled her intestines and 
blanched her bowels with white cream. 

Jesslyn recoiled from the steady assault. The rapid pounding racked her anus 
and cunt and her orgasm spilled. But he was a volcano... he kept fucking, 
kept drilling the cum up her ass and she couldn't stop erupting. She wished 
she and he faced so she could drive her big belly against him, get closer to 
him. But this position, even though they didn't touch belly to belly, tit to 
tit, was okay. 

He assaulted her ass and didn't stop for five minutes, an eternity. She 
tripped her orgasm and it seemed like she didn't stop. Finally, though, he 
quit with a grunt and pushed away and the big shaft pulled free, and it was 
like taking a good long shit. 

"Oh," she exclaimed when he was all the way out. 

"Is that what you wanted slut?" The brute casually wiped off his cock. 

"It's what I had to have." Jesslyn took his cock. Then, on impulse, she 
scooted forward, holding his balls, and jacked him off. 

"Jesus," Thomas exclaimed, when he began to cum again. "Lady, you're... 
killing me." 

Groaning, Jesslyn curled her tongue around the big veined shaft and thrashed 
the dots of dried cum off the hairs. Then, he climaxed and it tasted like 
nectar. Jesslyn got wide-eyed, wet in the crotch and her titties burst with 
passion, the nipples like small rocks. Jesslyn pressed the backs of the 
brute's knees and he squatted, closer to her ravenous jaws. She raised one 
leg and rubbed the long nails over his ass. Not missing a tongue stroke she 
scratched his asscheeks and when his orgasm crested she shoved the toe 
between the buttocks and drove it as deep as she could. He gasped and began 
cumming with greater impact. More jizz burned her gullet, her throat muscles 
worked feverishly to swallow all the juice. But the rest spurted between her 
locked lips and spilled over her chin, and dropped into her cleavage. 

With each burst, Jesslyn's clitoris was triggered. Her climax was nearly as 
intense as his. Her viscid nodules speckled her thighs and seeped down the 
lower slope of her cunt. They were pale diamonds on the alabaster smoothness 
of her thighs. 

Jesslyn imagined her own clitoris in her mouth even as the big stick between 
her jaws drowned in her sweet-sour jizz. Still goosing the brute with her 
toe she worked a finger in her cunt and finger-fucked her clitoris. The 
images flickering across her mind and the blatant obscenity of what she was 
doing mingled and for a moment she didn't know what was real, what was 
imagination. Then the fiction died and she suckled him, nibbled him, dragged 
out of him the last of the orgasm. He stepped away and she fell backward. 

Brad Lawson came over, saying softly: "I have to tell you something. I can't 
stand seeing you hurt." 

"Oh, fuck the talk," Jesslyn said lazily fingering his chest hair. 

Lawson eased her against the wall. "Please, listen." 

Jesslyn listened, not really caring, too tired, satiated to think past the 
tips of her titties. When he was finished, she said: "So you're only a 
closet traitor. A hero back home. So who cares?" 

Jesslyn was enveloped in her kinky world, unreachable. Lawson had to make 
her understand and to do that he, somehow, had to penetrate that world of 
hers. Only one way to do it. By using the optimum amount of pain he might 
dislodge her, bring her back to reality. And, in the other corner was a 
device that might just do the trick. 

Lawson dragged her to the corner. Thomas and Sloan watched. Thomas was 
curious. He had heard part of what Lawson had just whispered to the plump 
slut. What he'd heard, though, bore out what he had expected all along. 
Lawson had helped Sloan and Thomas without much coercion from Thomas. A C- 
note, American, had done it. As Thomas got to know Lawson better he 
discovered that Lawson wasn't a mercenary. The American, for all his tough 
talk and phony heroics just wasn't heartless enough. And that made Thomas 
wonder. Now he knew. Lawson was a double agent. 

Lawson got her to the corner, dropped her on her back, then reached for the 
four wires sprouting from a block of wood high up on the wall. The wires 
were pliant and the sharp tips bent easily. Lawson hated to put her through 
it, but he had no choice. He had to shock her back, for he needed her help 
when the time came to escape. Her acquiesce to these brutes was because she 
had given up hope. Lawson would give her the hope that would carry her 
through to their escape. 

"I have to hurt you," he whispered. 

Jesslyn stared up at him, glassy-eyed, grinning stupidly. "I don't give a 
fuck, honey. I want you to hurt me." And, drunk with lust, she shut her 
eyes. 

"Please, don't hate me for what I'm about to do." Lawson reached for the two 
highest wires, placed side by side. He pulled the wires down so the tips 
were juxtaposed with her nipples. Then, taking a deep breath, he jabbed the 
sharp tips into her thrusting nipples. Her eyes opened. She squealed. He 
clamped the tips to her nipples so they were imprisoned. Then he pulled the 
wires, pulling her tits up to her shoulders. She gagged, opened her crotch 
by instinct, and he fastened the second set of wires to her labia, pulling 
the sex-lips apart. Jesslyn fainted. Lawson slapped her face until she 
awoke. Then he squatted, grasped her ankles, held tightly and got into the 
sixty-nine position. In spite of himself seeing her trussed like an animal 
for slaughter aroused him. 

Her palms were flat on the floor, her titties pulled into that ridiculous 
position and her cunt lips were spread wide like the smile of a moron. 

Dropping his prick on her face, he pulled her legs up and holding her ass, 
he bent his head, mouth open, tongue darting, to pierce Jesslyn's hairy slit 
with his tongue, to delve deeply, explore languidly her pussy. 

Succulence enveloped Lawson's mouth and tongue and his teeth grazed 
Jesslyn's puckered labia. Blind with pain Jesslyn began sucking, her long 
hair dragging on the floor, dimly feeling the rapid flailing in her snatch. 
But then as he continued sucking her desire rose and she began eating him as 
ravenously as he ate her cunt. 

He lashed her clitoris. His tongue slithered along the cunt folds. She 
sucked and chewed and they groaned and their muscles locked and they kept 
sucking each other's genitals, eating rapaciously, trying to prolong the 
lust-making but unable to do so. 

They went off together, filling their mouths with hot jizz and as the fluid 
scorched their tongues they sighed and worked their tongues more rapidly. 
They remained locked together, their mouths working, the jizz spilling down 
their chins. The jizz pumped steadily and they drank it all in. 

Thomas and Sloan moved in and when Lawson climbed off and unfastened the 
wires they pushed him aside and Thomas said: "Now she dances for us." 
Anticipating Lawson's objection, Thomas stood between Jesslyn and the 
American, fists clenched. Lawson retreated and Jesslyn slowly, groggily 
responded to the hand clapping. Her titties bounced as she danced and the 
nipples stiffened, the aureoles darkened and her belly and thighs and ass 
quivered. The musky aroma of male jizz and her own climax pooled and exuded 
and the lust juice began to flow. Jesslyn's nerves sang. Her cunt muscles 
contracted, expanded, contracted with each step. For what aroused her was 
the rapt attention, the rapacious gazes of these weary, horny men. They all 
wanted her; there was no hiding that fact. And as she danced, her voluptuous 
body shaking, their cocks rose and the sight of all those hard-ons made her 
gasp, made her juices race, made her cunt spill over, made the clitoris 
vibrate like a tuning fork. And she flinched and shied away, out of this 
awesome desire and not fear. For they were advancing. All of them were 
coming closer. Jesslyn didn't know how she could fuck these two rugged 
males. Their cocks were so big! Her pussy was clogged with cum and she ached 
all over for their touch. For she imagined them fucking her cunt, her ass, 
her mouth, raping her over and over until her body crumbled, used up, worn 
out. 

"Me, first," Sloan roared, pushing Thomas aside. 

Jesslyn didn't respond, let him embrace, French-kiss her mouth. His weight 
carried her to the floor and he was on top of her and her legs were spread 
wide and he wedged a knee against her mound, forcing her wider. And she 
yielded, spread wider still and two fingers rammed the slit, punctured the 
syrupy depths of her pussy. Jesslyn cried out and shivered as the fingers 
probed, striking her clitoris. 

"EEEEE..." 

The sudden pain goosed along the nerves of her vagina. Jesslyn howled again 
as he continued stroking, finger fucking, raising the hairs on her pussy 
with the steady stroking. The pounding in her clitoris intensified and she 
reared back, shoving her cunt against his hand, and jerked twice and blew 
off. The orgasm continued at a brisk spurt as he kept fingering the spurting 
gland. She thrashed and pounded the floor with her ass. She threw herself 
against him, then collapsed against the damp cement, then reared forward 
again. Jesslyn did this until the bruises and welts formed and her climax 
swept over his hand and splattered his wrist. He was grinning, an evil, 
wolf-like grin that quickly became a leer. She opened her eyes to see the 
ugly grimace but she didn't let it bother her. After what she had been 
through nothing would ever bother her. 

Sloan took her cunt. Thomas, carrying a truncheon, shoved it in her ass. 
While Sloan worked his cock along her labia, raising the lust lubricant, 
Thomas jacked off and shoved the truncheon deeper into her ass, oiling up 
her backend. Like before it felt like a hot goose and she "ooooohed", and 
quivered and let the spasms along her backside play themselves out. 

But, by then, they plugged her cunt and ass and rubbed both ends raw with 
their fervid fucking. They plunged deep and she churned her hips and slammed 
forward and back in rhythm with their pistonings. They grunted and wheezed 
and she grinned and plucked her titties and easily accommodated both pricks. 
She humped rapidly, making them work to keep up. And they did, ripping into 
her with the same intense stroking they were getting. 

She jerked and twisted and grunted, her warm breath spilling over the front 
fucker's face. He pumped quickly, driving the shaft in, pulling it out in 
short bursts. Meantime the man in her ass plunged all the way in, pulled out 
until only the cockhead remained in, then rammed ahead, plunging the shaft 
all the way in, imbedding himself up to his nuts. The effect was like two 
different women being fucked only she was both. 

Thomas pulled the truncheon out, shoved his cock in and the hot jizz scalded 
her anus and she jumped, grunted, nearly went off herself but held back as 
Thomas pulled out, wiping his cock on her fleshy buttocks. Sloan stayed 
hard. He fucked faster now and Jesslyn felt like she was being split in 
half. A terrific kick... like the mastiff tearing his cock into her, 
splitting and bruising. And, for an instant, the dog was fucking her once 
more and the image made the orgasm explode. 

Jesslyn rubbed her cunt muscles brutally, twisting her hips so as to grind 
the cock all through her pussy. But the boy was beginning to tire; the 
merciless pressure of the powerful cunt muscles and the flexed legs crushing 
his lower spine proved too much and he dribbled his cum, then pushed away, 
defeated. 

"Oh, no, honey." Jesslyn grabbed him, pulled him down on top of her. "You 
don't leave mother when she's still carrying a load." 

"I can't," he bleated. 

"I can, you cute cock sucker." 

Jesslyn threw his legs apart, got on top, dropped her jaws on his semi-erect 
staff and thrashed the sensitive tip. When she got him up again, she climbed 
on top and her oiled pussy sheathed his thrusting prick. 

"Now you just lay there and let me work the whole deal." Jesslyn was on him 
now, pushing down, taking all of his cock in a single motion. He groaned 
when the cunt closed and trapped his cock. He gasped and sighed when the 
sensitive tip and the back of her snatch touched. She was snug way back 
there and he was big; she pinched the cockhead in the tight muscles, and 
ground away, back and forth. The boy bucked against her, almost throwing her 
off. Jesslyn pushed down and whipped back and forth, up and down, bringing 
off his first spurts. The hot drops triggered her orgasm and she drenched 
his balls and belly. He rocked side to side; she slammed down, reared back, 
and came down hard and that brought off her orgasm, and the rest of his. 
They remained together until, out of energy, they sagged and separated. 

"I like the different stuff," Thomas, the brute, snarled. "You do, too. I 
seen you out there, getting your kicks by being tied up." 

He had taken the skivvies of two of his companions, shredded the cotton into 
long, tattered strips. He pushed her face down, lashed her ankles and wrists 
and when she tried the bonds she was surprised; they were strong and cut 
into her flesh. 

Once tied, he turned her over on her side and crowded against her belly and 
ran his stiff cock over her hairy mound and up her belly and into her 
cleavage. There he stopped, closed her titties over his shaft and rocking 
rapidly he jacked off. His cum showered her cleavage and spattered her chin. 
Eyes wild, she licked at the specks. He laughed and shoved his cock in her 
mouth. 

"Play the part, damn you," he bellowed, and Jesslyn had to think for a 
moment. 

Then she knew what he meant. When he withdrew, still hard, she feigned 
shock, horror, when he smirked and pushed the cock into her mouth. Her eyes 
widened as the big shaft flattened her tongue. The surprise, when the head 
hit the back of her throat, was genuine. 

Thomas's jizz drenched her throat and she retched as the burning fluid 
showered her tonsils. The bondage freak pummeled her throat, hovered over 
her, jerking her nipples with his long nailed fingers. Then, when Thomas was 
finished, he spread wide, and strained. Turds started, and she howled with 
fright and disgust. 

Lawson threw himself at the brute. He pulled the animal away, spun him 
around and slammed his fist into the younger man's face. Lawson's opponent 
fell and Lawson kicked him twice in the head. The man rolled, striking the 
wall, swearing, eyes moist. "I'll get you, Lawson." 

Lawson paid no attention. "You feel..." 

"Like I've almost been shit on," Jesslyn gulped, still shocked by the 
unexpected finale. 

"We will clean her off, Major Lawson." The door was open and Musashi Saito 
stood in the doorway. "Take her to my quarters." 

Jesslyn was out the door when the sadist corporal said to Lawson: "Have you 
convinced her to give up the information? If you haven't you all will die. I 
promise you that." 

"If I could have her another night, at least. Maybe, then..." 

"All right," Saito said wearily. "She will be scrubbed, and returned to you. 
For one more night. After that... I expect results." 

 Seven 

 Jesslyn smelled of soap and hot water. Like before the Japs scrubbed her 
clean, douching her ass and cunt. They even washed her hair. And then, when 
Saito was finished with her, returned her to the cell. As she lay in Brad 
Lawson's arms, feeling the strength surge through his burgeoning prick, she 
tried to find a way of saving herself and Brad by feeding the right-sounding 
information to the Jap. But Jesslyn wasn't clever, not even a fairly good 
liar. No, the Jap sadist wouldn't be fooled for very long. Long enough to 
follow up her story is all. When he discovered the truth he would kill them 
all, after making them suffer. 

No, Jesslyn decided, there was no lie the Jap would believe. Their only way 
out was whatever escape plan Lawson had planned. It was kind of wild, really 
bizarre, and fun to think about. 

Jesslyn rubbed his shaft in her palm, squeezing the swelling muscle. "Got to 
get it up faster than that, fella." 

"It's big enough to rip you from asshole to appetite." Lawson hefted her 
breasts and she let out a burst of air, and pressed against him while her 
titties rose. 

"You big fucker." Jesslyn began to writhe. "You know how to keep a woman 
interested." 

Jesslyn threw her arms around him, held him close and plastered her tits and 
belly to his muscular chest and belly. They rolled back and forth, their 
hands scratching and massaging their backsides. Her nipples were small rocks 
lost in his curled chest hair. His cock, against her mound, tickled and 
pressed heavily and her juices surged from the constant pressure. 

Jesslyn flung her legs around his thighs and pulled him close, locked him to 
her pussy. "Fuck me right now." Her voice quavered. "Fuck me till I bleed." 

The simple declaration made his staff thicken and the precum spill. He 
rolled Jesslyn on her back and settled between her legs. Jesslyn opened wide 
to take his weight and he shoveled his prick between her slit, pushing back 
the lips, easing in, making her pussy expand. Jesslyn whimpered at first, 
then cried out as Lawson knifed her tight, perfumed pussy. He pushed deeper 
then and she took all he had, wiggling her hips to suck him in deeper. 
Jesslyn wanted every delicious inch of cock, had to have the tough bite of 
the male muscle, had to feel it's knifing, bruising force all the way 
through her snatch, up to her throat. 

His deep, smooth, thrusting quickly gave way to a sharper, more violent 
fucking. His passion rose and Jesslyn corkscrewed her hips, driving his 
passion to the crest where her lust was at. They thrashed each other, 
grunting, driving bellies together, twisting, writhing, tearing at their 
fuck-flesh. And their sweat spilled down their thighs and between their ass 
cracks. They fucked with abandon, unaware now of the two surly looking 
youths seated nearby, watching, planning. 

Growling, throwing themselves against each other, Jesslyn and Lawson 
climaxed. His cock impaled her cunt, nearly ripping the pliant muscles. 
Then, still hard and spurting, Lawson pulled out and Jesslyn rolled over on 
her stomach and held her buttocks open. He fell on her back, stuffed his 
cock in her anus. And the spurting jizz was so thick, coming so fast, it 
filled her asshole as though the curled opening was plugged. The jizz rose 
and spilled between Jesslyn's big cheeks and dribbled along the lush swell 
of her buttocks. 

Jesslyn pounded the floor with her tits and belly and the drilling prick set 
off orange and white and black whorls. She was dizzy, couldn't breathe, was 
unable to fight that fullness in her belly. Jesslyn took shallow breaths and 
that helped some, but there was too much cock in her bowels; she felt the 
weight into her lungs. Jesslyn thrust her ass against Lawson and he caught 
her on the downward stroke and shoved her against the damp floor. She threw 
her ass up, into him, and kept hitting him with her rump. He kept 
ejaculating he had never stopped. And his awesome virility stung and smote 
her bowels and set her cunt glands dancing. He probed and punched and 
Jesslyn flailed the floor with her body. The pillar of pain drilled deeper 
and she felt the heavy stroking in her cunt as well. Jesslyn's plump cheeks 
slapped against his hot shaft while the tight anus greedily clutched his 
cockhead. Her moist walls massaged the drilling, spurting organ and he 
filled her up again with hot cum. 

It was then, when they were at the height of orgasm that the two British 
soldiers pounced on Lawson. Before Lawson realized what was happening a 
length of cloth was wrapped around. his throat and the pressure was exerted. 
While he flailed his arms the second man pummeled his face. Lawson was 
jerked out of her ass; the sharp sudden withdrawal made her cry with pain. 
Lawson was dragged into a corner, kicked in the balls while the cloth 
tightened. His eyes bulged. His face reddened, then turned white. While the 
one man choked the life out of Lawson, slowly crushing his larynx, the 
second man stomped Lawson's groin. The pressure was applied. Lawson was 
strong but no match for these two. They were strong and had attacked without 
warning. Their attack on his throat and balls succeeded; Lawson's strength 
ebbed and, as he weakened, they exerted that final burst of strength needed 
to tear the life from him. 

While all this was happening Jesslyn remained on her face, weary, 
frustrated, aching in her bowels. All she thought of was the prick ripped 
from her ass almost at the moment of orgasm. Her cunt was still hot, 
steaming, and the pressure continued to build. She had no control over it's 
intensity. All Jesslyn could do was relieve it. 

Reaching under her raised ass, Jesslyn thrust two fingers in her pussy and 
diddled her clitoris. Her eyes were on Thomas and Sloan to see if they 
noticed what she was doing, hoping that they did and would help her bring 
herself off. But they paid no attention to her, only to the murder being 
committed. 

Jesslyn wrenched off her orgasm and raising her head higher, her eyes 
scanning the cell, she saw Lawson slumped against the wall, the blood oozing 
from his mouth and nose; she smelled, above the stink of sweat and shit and 
piss, the terrible odor of his voided bowels and that was when she knew he 
was dead. 

But the assassins gave her no time to mourn, or even react. They were on her 
in an instant, their hands squeezing, pinching her titties and ass, their 
mouths locked on her supple shoulders. They gouged her with their teeth and 
while one of the men bit viciously at her tits the other one gnawed at her 
meaty ass. 

They were cannibalizing her! Their teeth ripped her flesh and they drew 
blood and the taste was nectar to their pallets and they bit deeper and her 
screams cascaded off the walls, intensifying their blood lust; half crazed 
by the heat and their own misery, they scratched, gouged, ripped her tits 
and belly and buttocks. Their tongues showered saliva over Jesslyn's 
salty-wet skin and their teeth cut jagged curlicues and angles. 

Jesslyn saw a Technicolor sunrise only not from a distance but from the 
inside of her head. The pain seared and her passion soared and as Jesslyn 
writhed and tried to beat them off, their horrible bizarre cravings 
furthered her lust and their cocks, all plastered to wherever their teeth 
weren't, slapped her muscled backside and legs. And the horror of what 
Jesslyn was a part of only intensified her longing, her need, this awful 
release she craved. 

Jesslyn lunged against their ravenous mouths, felt the daggered inferno 
erupt over every inch of her starved flesh. The knives stabbed her puss and 
she clenched her thighs and crotch and forced out the pent up orgasm. It 
spilled and the mouth at her puss slid along the slick-haired, puckered 
slit. 

They attacked with an ever increasing vengeance, gouging, struggling to feed 
at her struggling voluptuousness. And her screams of pain and delight 
reverberated along the cement walls and iron door. 

The door opened. The Jap guards shouted in their native tongue and lunged 
into the struggling mass. Rifle butts smashed skulls. Blood flowed from 
gaping wounds. Bayonets hissed into struggling, battling muscles and then 
gunshots crackled. The stink of cordite, the sour obscenity of spilling 
blood rose, like fog. 

One of the prisoners lunged for the door and was stopped in the entryway by 
two armed guards. The enemy opened fire; the impact of the rifle blasts 
flung the man back into the room. He toppled, arms flying crazily, and 
sprawled near where Brad Lawson lay. 

The guards beat back the other one and pulled Jesslyn to safety. 

"They killed..." Jesslyn couldn't remember his name, if she ever knew it. 

Jesslyn repeated her anguish that night as she lay on a cot, swathed in 
bandages. The doctor mended her wounds and stayed with her, on Musashi 
Saito's orders. The next two days Jesslyn slept fitfully, crying about her 
lost love. On the third day she awakened and was lucid enough to defy Saito. 

"You refuse to give up the whereabouts of the code books? Very well, then." 
And he ordered her brought once again into the basement, past the cell block 
and into a room at the far end. There, Jesslyn was stripped of her bandages. 
She shuddered as cold air smote her still sore wounds. But the enemy paid 
her little attention. Once more spread-eagled on the table, her back to the 
hard wood, a rubber wedge was shoved in her mouth and she was strapped down. 

The thongs bit her ankles and wrists and the wood splintered against her 
buttocks and back. Once more Jesslyn was transported into that shadowy dark 
pink hazy mood that accompanied these orgies of sadism. Her anger wedged her 
heart and she began to cry, for, not until now, did she realize how much she 
missed Lawson. Now she had two sets of enemies. 

The machine was wheeled to the table and the electrodes clamped to her tits 
and toes and behind her knees and inside her elbows. Then a coiled wedge of 
wire was shoved into her cunt and another one jammed up her ass. The Jap 
leered. His pebbles of drool lengthened and ran down his chin. His sweat 
grew more intense as all his glands secreted. Excitement and the coursing 
power of sexual delight mingled and the stink was worse than any odor she 
had ever sampled... not even the stench of death was this bad. 

Jesslyn cringed as he backed away, examining in detail, the placement of 
these insidious contraptions, and the lush swell of her thighs and belly and 
breasts. Smeared across her lower stomach were the cunt hairs; they sparkled 
as light fragments became impaled in the curled thicket, and the sweat on 
her trembling body became pinpoints of light that shimmered each time she 
shuddered. 

The wedges in her ass and cunt seemed to expand and crowd her most sensitive 
zones. The clamps, hanging and pulling on her titties, bit into the tender 
caps and were heavy. Jesslyn visualized a man's firm teeth on them, tugging 
at them, trying to work her into a sexual frenzy. And, as she imagined, the 
juices pooled and the heat rose and the spasms began. Fear, and sexual 
awakening, shuddered throughout her pussy and belly and that made her 
titties roll and the nipples rise. And with the rising nipples more desire 
kindled and then quickly exploded and rapidly spread, down through her belly 
and into her snatch. Jesslyn clenched her thighs and her pussy muscles 
strangled her clitoris and the spasms of orgasm made her belly and thighs 
clench and her titties more sensitive, more painful. 

As the quaking spread, the Jap corporal moved quickly toward the machine. 
What horrendous torture did he have planned? Jesslyn contemplated this while 
her desire rose, like a whale's back, and she jerked her pelvis and made the 
orgasm erupt. As the jizz spread and then flooded her pussy and overflowed, 
covering her thighs, the Jap fingered the switches. The dials swung toward 
the right and the wires flinched as the current surged. An instant's 
hesitation until the electricity reached the end of the connection. Jesslyn 
tensed, didn't breathe, prepared for the shock and the aftershock in her 
snatch. 

It punched her arms and legs, cunt and ass and tits at the same time. 
Jesslyn groaned, clamped her teeth on the wedge, shuddered and reared up and 
off the table. The current raped her nerves, tore into her flesh. Scalded 
her tits, making the nipples turn bright red and the peaks swell and the 
tits harden. Through hr stomach the current surged and she jammed her jaws 
on the wedge, fighting back the urge to vomit. The current, like pricks 
covered with barbed wire, fucked her ass and cunt. Her orgasm went off and 
when the juices touched the wires they smoldered and jumped and bit harder, 
setting off orgasm after orgasm. 

Jesslyn lifted off the wood, quivering, spilling sweat, her screams muffled. 
Her muscles tensed and strained and she struggled with the raping forces. 
The Jap corporal increased the power and Jesslyn shuddered and hollered and 
spasmed. The pain deadened her nerves and a sweet kind of soothing pleasure 
took over, lightly kissing her assaulted flesh. 

Her whole body was alive even as the current blackened her elbows and knees, 
turned her nipples in to livid scars, scorched her cunt and asshole. The 
rapture cushioned her, eased her through pillowy clouds, a universe where 
she was the only one, alone with the soft protecting currents of the 
universe. For in this deep state of rapture she was at peace for the first 
time in her life. No one could touch her, hurt her as long as the loving 
currents inundated, transformed her flesh into something majestic, a force 
that, alone, was in control of her destiny. 

Carried into a heaven on earth, she couldn't know, didn't feel the terrible 
power, didn't know what it was doing to her. The Jap sadist allowed her this 
bliss for a moment more, then abruptly cut the current. The jarring impact 
of reality slammed and crushed and she screamed as she felt the earth 
tumbling in around her. Mercifully, Jesslyn fainted. 

Saito unsnapped the electrodes, rubbed those swollen, scarlet tipped 
breasts, still quaking belly and thighs with ointments. Then turned her over 
to do the same with her back and ass. An hour passed and Jesslyn awakened, 
weary, achy but soothed by the ointment which contained an anesthetic. She 
didn't know where she was but that passed and she acknowledged her 
predicament. Slowly the layers of memory returned; she remembered what the 
Jap wanted, what had been done to Lawson, and who had done it. But Musashi 
Saito didn't give her a chance to verbalize; he strode to the table and his 
two flunkies followed. As Jesslyn tried to speak, her tongue numb, heavy, 
the flunkies undid the thongs and turned her over on her face, re-tied her 
and exited. The sadistic corporal positioned her head so she could see him 
and the door. He stepped out of the way so she might see what was coming 
through the door. The two flunkies dragged and pushed an iron bowl which was 
mounted in a steel framed stirrup which, in turn, was mounted on wheels. The 
rubber wheels squeaked as the heavy, awkward contraption was brought into 
the room. An object inside the iron bowl rattled as the unit was taken to 
the table. Saito waved them away. Reaching into the bowl he brought out a 
long handled steel rod. The shaft was eleven inches long and slim and tipped 
with a solid steel oval. The handle was reinforced with ribbed cord. He 
produced, from inside the bowl, a pair of insulated gloves. Like a magician 
he next produced a can of fluid and two handfuls of what appeared to be 
kindling. The bowl was lined with charcoal; Jesslyn recognized the smell. 
The kindling was spread along the curved interior and the fluid was 
liberally poured over the kindling. Next, the fluid-saturated kindling was 
lighted. The smell and smoke whooshed and filled the room, but was quickly 
dissipated. The heat and the aroma pulsed and she was set, and shaking. When 
he placed the slim rod in the fire she knew what was about to take place. 

Jesslyn sobbed, begging him not to mutilate her. But the strutting corporal 
nodded sympathetically, listened to her pleas and when she lapsed into 
fitful, bursting sobs, he leered and whispered hoarsely: 

"I have tolerated your reticence, put up with your lack of cooperation. I 
have done this because I wanted to give you every possible opportunity to 
save yourself. I have been lenient and you have mocked me, told me nothing. 
Now I see your mouth working but now it is too late. For you. For very soon 
now I will have to return home. With or without the code books. My moment 
has passed; I return as just another non-com... a herder of prisoners... a 
shepherd, nothing more. So I have nothing to lose or gain. All I can gain, 
in fact, is the pleasure of seeing you squirm, smelling your scorching 
flesh, hearing your piercing shrieks. And this I will enjoy... my last true 
enjoyment before herding those scum back to the stockades in Japan." 

The smoke rose and the cool steel turned hot, as red as her nipples. Jesslyn 
bellowed, gurgled as the enemy stirred the coals, smeared the burning embers 
with the iron tip. When he brought out the weapon particles of glowing coal 
remained on the oval tip and the force with which he used to extricate the 
weapon from the coal bed flung burning ash to the ceiling. A particle fell 
on her lower back and stung for eternity before it smoldered out, leaving a 
tiny black dot on the smooth white skin. 

A column of heat fell across her buttocks. Saito approached, holding the 
iron at arm's length, and as Jesslyn felt the advancing warmth, saw the 
blind cat's eye of fire, she screamed and tore at her bonds, struggling 
hopelessly to escape the inevitable. And as she writhed, her buttocks 
quivered and her pussy contracted and her clitoris spasmed. 

He paused, the glowing tip a foot away. Jesslyn's eyes widened and teared. 
Fear spasmed through her titties. They crushed together and she tried to 
draw away. But there was no escape. Only the inevitable. And, as Jesslyn 
accepted this truth, the fear gradually receded, to be replaced by the lust 
that seemed to protect her, insulate her against this horror and carry her 
through. For, by turning the pain to pleasure, Jesslyn was able to survive. 

The glowing oval tip moved closer; the heat burned her side. Jesslyn 
sniffled, tensed as the oval slid from sight. A moment while the tip reached 
her supple buttock. Then... 

The skin hissed and the pain, for just a second, was so intense there was no 
feeling. But as the nerves at the core of the burn died, other nerves 
surrounding the area took up the stinging impact, and sent the pulsations 
through her buttock. Like a dagger jammed to the hilt, the brand burrowed 
into her cheek. The smoke rose, the stink fanned across the room. The pain 
swelled and the wounded muscle recoiled. 

Her screams were buoyed on bursting gasps of breath. Her back rippled. The 
buttocks quivered like a stone thrown into a pool of water. The waves of 
heat spread and rippled and consumed her ass and the pain quickly followed, 
eating into her buttock, tearing through her back and up through her 
shoulders. And Jesslyn's titties felt the sting and her belly reacted to it 
and she swallowed vomit. And her cunt filled with it and the gland vibrated 
against the steady throbbing misery. Only now it wasn't misery... now it was 
a lover's rapacious and brutal kiss. It was the strong and sometimes cruel 
embrace of an aroused lover. 

It was her lover, demanding and taking his pleasure and she could do nothing 
more than submit to the tyrant's ministrations. For, no matter how hard she 
tried, Jesslyn wasn't able to draw completely away from this brutal act. As 
the reverberations began to slow she was drawn, like a rock into a 
whirlpool, against this nameless, loving horror... a name spoken and 
understood centuries before in the torture pits of the Inquisition. 

The branding iron was hoisted above Jesslyn's eyes. Flecked to the cooling 
oval were shreds of her flesh and hardening dots of blood. Then, when he was 
sure she had seen, he jammed the iron into the fire and the procedure was 
repeated. The iron was removed from the bowl, glowing hot, antiseptically 
pure for the operation he was about to perform. 

And once more the preliminaries were performed. Saito held the iron so 
Jesslyn could see and the heat made her eyes tear. Her lower lip quivered. 
Spasms racked her tits and belly and the thighs tightened and she tried to 
draw herself in, away from the descending instrument of horror. But the 
thongs held; she couldn't move. And the oval hissed as the air touched it 
and then he jammed the weapon against her other buttock. 

Her shouts rose as the stench and smoke rose. The ripe cheek danced and 
jiggled and then, when he applied pressure, the muscle flattened and more 
smoke, more pain shuddered through her raped flesh. Jesslyn writhed, tried 
to close off the agony but to no avail. For that other self, the one that 
craved this brutality, took over and like a child in a water fountain on a 
hot day, this other self immersed it's being in this terrible act. Her 
clitoris was alive and the juices spurted and her whole being focused on the 
gouging, driving iron and the brutalized cheek. Her agonized shouts became 
sharper-edged, more intense as the lust swelled, erupted and rekindled. 
Jesslyn was no longer of this earth; she soared, floated in that hazy pink 
utopia and far below the enemy's grunts and howls of delight were submerged. 

And again that euphoria passed and Jesslyn was abruptly back to reality. 
Saito plunged the iron in the bowl, wiped his sweating face, snarled a 
command and more ointment was pressed into her wounds. The initial touch 
nearly made her faint. But as the anesthetic worked she relaxed, sighed and 
her body uncoiled. 

But then Jesslyn was untied, dragged off the table and made to stand on her 
feet. She felt so heavy, so relaxed. It was an effort to remain awake. The 
Jap corporal saw her condition, threw cold water over her and she gasped, 
yipped and shivered. 

Her arms were pulled over her head. Thongs, suspended from the ceiling, were 
coiled around her wrists and then tightened. As the leather stiffened 
Jesslyn was lifted toward the ceiling. The strain tugged her arms and 
shoulders. 

Jesslyn's tits lifted, thrusted, taut and straining. The nipples flared and 
the Jap bastard snarled his pleasure. Her knees drew up, making a 
provocative tableau. Her cunt was hidden; only the thicket peaked over the 
knee barriers. 

Corporal Saito strode toward her, swaggered, hands on hips. The hands 
remained in place against his belt and he stood before her, legs spread 
apart, cock straining his fatigues. He admired this creation, smirking, 
licking his lips. Hands propped against his hips he walked around behind 
her. Attached to his belt was a swagger stick and he took it in his hand and 
lightly tapped her fleshy, sensual rump. Jesslyn gasped, flinched but did 
not attempt to escape the other blows that were sure to come. 

Jesslyn tensed. He was doing something! The metal buckle grated against the 
thick leather belt. The buckle clattered when it struck the cement; then, an 
instant later, the hiss of cotton brushing the cement. His body heat brushed 
her back. The muscles coiled. Her ass-cheeks lifted and strained. Then his 
engorged cock fitted vertically in her ass-crease. She grunted: "oh" and 
took a deep breath to counteract the fullness and discomfort. He rubbed his 
cock along the narrow crease; the supple asscheeks pressed against the 
massive prick. As he rubbed he ordered his two flunkies over. One of them 
dropped his drawers and she lay her head back, a drool of spittle at her 
lips. 

The fuck was beginning. The one Jap guard spreading her labia was nearly as 
thick as the one Jap rubbing briskly against her buttocks. Both men 
penetrated. The twin assault pushed against her dry innards. She tightened 
up, rubbed against the piercing rods, made the juice gush. And, while they 
flailed, her juices oiled the twin corridors. 

Both were good; she had to admit that. They were big and they were fast. 
They fucked as deep as any man could ever get and their rapid stroking 
intensified her own bubbling lust. They flailed her and she bucked her 
belly, tightened up her pussy and ass and trapped them, held them fast, let 
them go finally. They gouged and grunted and their cum drenched her ass and 
pussy. Both holes were filled with the slamming jelly and each eruption was 
like a fist against her glands. The staccato assault on both holes brought 
out her orgasm. Their glands popped and slid and she swiveled her hips and 
her cunt and ass clamped on the cocks for one last massive orgasm. Their 
jizz spurted out of her asshole and cunt and splattered her fat buttocks 
just as her orgasm drenched her thighs. They finished up, withdrew and the 
second flunky ran to her, shoving his huge cock up her cunt. Jesslyn nearly 
fainted from the sharp attack. His prick bruised her glands, nearly 
punctured the back walls of her pussy. The pain was intense, giving way at 
last to the pleasure as he stroked briskly. The prick dragged over her 
clitoris and at the same time filled her cunt, expanding her muscles. And 
her eyes widened as the cunt walls spread wider. The two other Japs laughed 
as they dressed and made obscene gestures at her. But what the fuck did she 
care? Jesslyn was getting her cum once more; that was all that mattered. Let 
them ridicule, abuse and debase. That had already been done. Nothing more 
humiliating could be perpetrated on her once virginal flesh. All they could 
do to her now was kill her and that wouldn't be so bad. After all, she had 
sampled all there was to fucking. Now she could die fully satisfied. But 
they wouldn't let her die that easily. She figured that without any trouble 
whatsoever. 

The front fucker pounded rapidly and Jesslyn heaved her stomach against him 
and ground her hips, dragging out his cum. He blew off, spilled sweat and 
his foul breath, then pushed her away. She swung in short arcs, her cum and 
his dripping from both her holes. 

Corporal Saito, dressed and recovered from the fervid fucking, came over. 
This time his hands were at his sides. "You started to tell me something." 

"An eternity ago, yes." 

"Cut her down." 

Jesslyn was bathed with a wet cloth, and toweled down and weak tea was given 
her. While Saito paced, she talked, and rapidly. When she was through he 
asked: 

"He's your comrade. Why do you turn against him?" 

"Because he is no better than you, the enemy. He killed a man that might 
have been a gentle, sweet man in other circumstances. He was as much a lover 
as any man could be in these surroundings. And, I suppose, because I've 
finally become the animal you wanted me to be." 

Saito nodded, triumphant. "Yes, my dear, revenge can be sweet." He stopped 
pacing. "You, of course, will participate in the traitors' escape. You will 
tell them nothing. Your reward will be your life. You will be spared and 
maybe your life will be more pleasant from now on. Now, however, you will 
return to their cell. And do whatever they want you to do." 

"Yes Sir." 

 Eight 

 The Japs watched her writhe on the floor where she had been thrown. No one 
made an attempt to help her off the cold damp stone. They watched for a 
moment more, then closed the door and returned to their solitary musings. 

Dispassionately, Jesslyn noted that the corpses had been removed and she 
wondered where they had been taken. No matter. Nothing she could do, or 
cared to do. 

Not even if a cock was laid against her cunt would she be able to respond. 
Fatigue, the castrator, was her lover. It lay on her soul, crushing and 
smothering it. 

Jesslyn dozed off to be awakened shortly before dawn by Thomas. "I got an 
escape plan for tonight," he whispered. "We obviously don't know about the 
code books. And I won't wait till we wear out our welcome here." 

"What do I have to do?" Jesslyn asked. 

"Exactly what I tell you to do." 

"And right now? What happens right now, until then?" 

He shrugged out of his fatigues. His cock was bursting with his virile seed. 
It was thick, like a weightlifter's arm, and the spongy tip glowed. "I 
killed Lawson to get at you, baby." He crowded against her and they 
embraced, on their sides, their mouths and tongues touching, their teeth 
chewing at their lips. His cock grew along her thigh and she winced at his 
limitless weight. It kept growing, plowing through her pubic bush, pressing 
against her stomach. He began rubbing the shaft against her soft, smooth 
belly and the pressure went all the way into her snatch. Jesslyn sighed her 
approval, moved her hips gently, spread wide to take him when he was ready. 
But he kept rubbing his prick on her belly and the precum dripped and filled 
her belly button. 

The pressure, the up and down vibrations, raised her clitoris and the lust 
oil spilled; her thighs clenched and the weight in her titties increased. He 
bore down, pinning her to the rough cement blocks. An insect scurried over 
her shoulder and down into her moist armpit. Another roach pricked at her 
shoulder as it hurried over the supple muscle. It must be a male bug; it 
sought out and found her thrusting nipple and crawled onto the tip and dug 
it's sharp teeth in. The tiny daggers poked and dug lightly. 

Jesslyn trembled, ached for the cock to fill the wet void of her pussy. He 
prolonged the act, turning it into an ordeal. For she yearned to be fucked 
and he moved so slowly her loins were on fire, as though the nerves were 
exposed. He was slow to lengthen the coupling, make it last longer for them 
both. But, if that was so, how come he was climaxing? 

The hot cum shot across her heaving belly, forming a lengthening column of 
jizz up to her titties. The jelly speckled her nipples, shooting off the 
insect and coating her nipples at the same time. The heat thickened her 
nipples, made the urge to fuck even greater. And gouts filled her belly 
button and as each scalding droplet singed the sensitive cavern her clitoris 
quaked. 

"Hurry," Jesslyn bleated. Wiggling her hips. Spreading wider. 

Still hard he reared back and she widened to take all that gorgeous prick in 
one deep penetration. And he drove it in hard, to; "get her used to what was 
coming later," was his amused justification. But she didn't mind; she loved 
the hard, brutal fucking. The faster he fucked, the deeper he plunged, the 
hotter her cunt became. Jesslyn couldn't get enough of the brutal kind of 
fucking, it seemed. And what was so wonderful was the fact that later on 
there would be an ecstasy never before experienced. And this fucker had no 
idea of what was going to happen; that made the fuck so much more enjoyable. 

Thomas drove deep, gouged her velvety cunt, bruised the sensitive lips and 
struck the clitoris over and over. She was cumming fast, drenching them in 
showers of cum. Her belly heaved. Her thighs clenched. Her tits collided 
with wet slapping sounds. Thomas pummeled her pussy, blasting her clit and 
the back of her cunt with cum bursts that were an almost unending assault. 
She rolled her hips clockwise, then reversed the stroking to get all of his 
prick through every sweet curve of her snatch. And they heaved and shuddered 
against each other and he slowed, and slammed down, pinning her to the 
cement and she bucked upward, slapping that big sweet belly against his hard 
muscles. 

The rhythm increased and became a rapid pile-driving kind of fuck; the 
screwing wasn't the sweet languid coupling of two lovers... more like the 
attack of enemies with an itch. 

He reared back, rammed ahead and Jesslyn winced and groaned and tightened 
up, dizzy from the increased power of his fucking. He drove even harder and 
Jesslyn nearly lost her hold; her sweating thighs slid and then her heels 
struck the cement. He drove harder still and her orgasm went off again. He 
was drilling, staccato fashion. Jesslyn was weak and gasping. He shot once 
more and that set her off. Jesslyn moaned, raised her legs to draw him in 
again, and then she relaxed, her orgasm over. 

"You rest those talented snatch muscles," he said, climbing off. "Be sure 
you don't do no more fucking till I come back." 

He climbed off, pissed in a corner, then brandishing his belt, walked closer 
and she barely heard his approach. She felt his heat, though, and heard the 
heavy breathing. He circled like an animal about to strike, and that was 
what the Japs had turned him into. And she was the same; another animal 
cursed with the blood lust. 

"What do you want?" The question came from her hesitantly. Her titties rose 
and fell as her words were spoken. 

"Your cunt... your ass... your mouth..." 

Yes, of course, that was what he wanted. A last beating and fuck before 
freedom. 

They got her on her hands and knees and Sloan held her hips while Thomas 
swung the belt. Both men were naked and Sloan's cock rested on the upper 
ridge of fat above her asscheeks. Both men faced and while Thomas swung the 
belt, Sloan rubbed his cock on the soft fat. 

Jesslyn's titties danced and she whimpered as the belt sang across her 
quivering buttocks. The leather snarled across the meaty slopes and the 
muscles danced and the welts and goose bumps exploded. Sloan wasn't getting 
pleasure from this awkward position so he crawled beneath her face and got 
his cock against her mouth and wrapping his legs around her head he pulled 
her close to his erection. 

His cock was long and slim and red-capped. Her tongue unfurled. Her teeth 
scraped the shaft. Pre-cum oozed and then the cockhead struck the back of 
her throat. Jesslyn assailed Sloan's prick with her tongue and teeth and the 
cum erupted as Thomas criss-crossed and scratched her ass. As the belt 
buckles thudded against her plump buttocks Sloan's jizz scalded her tonsils. 

The stinging, surging force poured down her throat as the force of the 
buckle beat her ass. A final swing, a final burst of strength that choked 
her and Thomas stopped, leaving her limp, weak, unaware of her orgasm. 

Jesslyn, on instinct, opened her mouth wider and took Sloan's cock and 
balls. His hair tickled her chin and nose and the hot heavy sack filled her 
mouth. She blew her breath on his sack while her mouth pumped his cock. His 
nuts tightened. The prick thickened. Jesslyn drew back, leaving only the 
cockhead between her jaws. She pinched the head with her teeth until the 
jizz choked her throat. She tongue patted and cuddled and stroked, and the 
testes became a pair of scalding boulders. 

Her mouth opened again and locked on the sack and the jizz spurted between 
her lips and dripped into her cleavage and she smeared the delicious cum on 
her titties and the nipples thrust at the touch of the warm substance. 
Jesslyn wondered, vaguely, what activities were planned for the afternoon. 

Rapidly, Jesslyn ground her pelvis and the clitoris was buried in sweet 
succulence. The orgasm triggered. She held her breath as this latest ecstasy 
swelled and rushed through her flesh, and discharged on the cold passionless 
ground. 

"That was pretty okay," Jesslyn muttered. 

Jesslyn looked at the window. The sun was sliding toward the ceiling; it 
would be dusk in a little while. 

Nine 

 The plan was to be executed during the evening meal. It was a simple plan. 
All that was needed was a willing victim. The food was brought in a large 
wood kettle and left inside the door by armed guards. There was no chance of 
rushing them when they were alerted. 

The only utensil was a wood ladle. The men ate from it, then, when they 
finished, the ladle was given to Jesslyn. Seated, she bent her knees and 
rubbed the ladle over her lips, moistening her pussy. Then she lay back, 
knees still bent, and let the men position her so she was in view of the 
door, and the guards could see her. Then Jesslyn eased the handle into her 
pussy. 

It was slim and curved slightly, but the wood was unvarnished and the 
splinters cut into her pussy, Jesslyn winced once when the tiny wood chips 
tore her snatch. Then she sighed, pleasure contorting her face, as the 
biting handle burrowed deeper. Jesslyn was moaning now, the veins in her 
throat distended, eyelids fluttering. Her tits were swollen and the nipples 
thrust. Her belly spasmed and her cunt twitched and her clitoris 
reverberated as the handle tore deeper. 

The deeper it went the greater her lust and the more taut her clitoris 
became. The delicious aching pooled, then swelled and every inch of her cunt 
tasted the virile shaft that plunged through it. Jesslyn couldn't control 
herself now; her pussy quaked and she shivered and jammed the handle deeper, 
deeper and the hot sticky cum spilled and slicked the handle and she plunged 
it deeper. 

Jesslyn corkscrewed the object and it was almost like being disemboweled by 
a thoughtless, cruel animal. For, as she thrust the awesome thing, her pussy 
began to bleed. And, of course, this is what the plan needed to appear 
authentic. For without the blood the Japs would never believe her role. 

Finally, the handle was lodged against the back walls. The spoon protruded 
and filled with blood. Jesslyn was dizzy, gasping, and the room shifted and 
she felt light -headed and struggled to remain conscious. 

The guards were called; softly Jesslyn wondered if she would be able to 
leave, too. The brute replied: 

"Who gives a fuck about you? You did your job." 

The final realization! It didn't surprise her, only made her more deeply 
committed to their destruction. 

The door was jerked open. Two guards, stood across the threshold; one 
without his weapon, advanced to investigate. The youth tensed. As the guard 
stooped, giggled, he listened in Japanese to the situation, the prisoners 
pounced. 

What he had counted on had happened: the Japs, concentrating on the bizarre 
tableau at their feet, ignored their captives for an instant. The prisoner 
used that moment to strike. 

The Jap and the boy rolled across the room and the walls echoed with their 
cries and the rapid kick of the Jap gun which struck the guard. The dying 
Jap fell across her, entrails streaming... a steaming mass of raped organs 
and spurting blood. The shock, taste and smell aroused her. Screaming, 
Jesslyn struggled out from under the twitching body. 

Jesslyn crawled toward the opposite wall, where the blood had not reached. 
She pulled the ladle out of her cunt, and gasping, fell against the wall. 

Her ears rang with the shouts and gurgles of the victim, the clatter of 
small arms fire against the walls, the scream of the dying Jap. Her scream 
rose above the others. 

Blood and pieces of flesh were flung against her tits and belly and she 
covered her face. And her screams of desire swelled and tore in her throat. 
Blood streamed from the Jap's nose, eyes, mouth, and he shit blood and 
intestines. The waste poured from his anus, drenching his legs and the 
floor. He fell, strangling on his innards. He rolled, jerking, stopping a 
foot from Jesslyn. The smell and the sight of the swollen eyes, still 
pouring blood, and the guts trickling from his rectum, sent shudders through 
her body and she felt those wounds. 

Jesslyn's asshole quivered. Her cunt jerked. Her titties, like 
scarlet-capped mountains, thrust toward the ceiling. Her fingers spread back 
her labia and the clitoris quivered. Jesslyn thrust a finger into her wet 
snatch and rammed the finger against her clitoris. The organ spilled, even 
as the man's life's blood swirled from those wounds and eddied around the 
still twitching shoulders and hips. Jesslyn plunged faster now and the 
sensations, like lightning, shot through her cunt, belly, tits. The corpse 
added the dimension needed to make this finger-fuck more of a kick than a 
cock-fuck. Jesslyn crushed the gland under the finger, working the gland 
back and forth rapidly. She pressed the clitoris; the appendage was riveted 
to the throbbing organ. She twisted her wrist; the back and forth pressure 
shuddered over the nerves, deep in her snatch and the feeling was like being 
kissed by a hot poker. The heat shot through the clitoris and she 
experienced a sensation only experienced once before: when the mastiff 
fucked her. Jesslyn watched the twitching corpse, dreamt of the animal and 
jerked off. Bending her knees she crushed her tits against the clenched 
muscles. Spreading wider she could finger fuck which she did quickly, 
without shame, without awareness of what lay beyond this small perimeter. 
Unaware of the shots, shouts, the dull slap of bodies on wet stone, she 
jacked off. Her orgasm spurted and mixed with the blood on the floor. The 
hot, sticky fluid slid beneath her cheeks and clotted in the pussy hairs. 
And the odor of death was a smothering pillow. But she embraced it. 

The other Jap guard fell, dead, nearby. Sloan and Thomas, armed now, fled. 
Jesslyn followed, cautiously remaining out of firing range, but close enough 
to be a part of the slaughter. 

The courtyard was deserted. For a moment the boy who had killed Brad Lawson 
was perplexed. Then he decided on the big gamble. 

Desperate for escape, the Britishers started across the yard. From the 
doorway Jesslyn watched the careful passage. Eyes darting, they took the 
yard a foot at a time. As the barbed wire barricades drew nearer, they 
became more bold. Sprinting now, he was within arm's reach of escape. 

The excitement ravaged Jesslyn's cunt. She shuddered, squatted, jammed two 
fingers in her snatch and wiggled and stroked and ground her supple pussy. 

The escapee was at the gate. The kid gun-butted the unlocked barrier and as 
the gate swung open, creaking and shuddering, the first blast of fire from 
the jungle ripped the youth, flung him backward, left leg kicking while the 
right supported his weight. His arms shot out from his body and the rifle 
flew against the barbed wire where it remained impaled. Gagging, his hands 
found the five evenly spaced wounds in his stomach and clenched the burning, 
stinging holes. The boy's life spilled through those holes, between his 
fingers and over the wire in front of him. Shaking, mouth wide, eyes glazed 
and fixed, he fell forward; his face and body ripped on the wire. The force 
of the fall sagged the barrier but as he slid along the sharp teeth the 
fence straightened. And when he came to rest, in an angled position, near 
the bottom of the fence, the barrier rippled slightly, then stopped, 
motionless, it's ugly victim strung in a bizarre pose across it's face. 

Jesslyn was stroking furiously now, rubbing her titties on the sharp wood 
wall. The tableau was fixed in her mind; and she fingered faster, harsher, 
tearing her flesh, sobbing as the first spurts dampened her thighs. The Japs 
used the British for target practice; the fire columns ripped and snorted 
and severed arteries and fine young muscle and raped the flesh and flung the 
carcass, to kick and writhe in the filth of their bodies. And the bodies 
began to kick not quite so furiously and the limbs twitched and slowly that 
stopped, too. The firing ceased and the smoke and smell hovered in the 
still, humid night, to be scattered by a distant breeze off the Yangtze 
which was a mild spit of air by the time it penetrated the jungle. 

Jesslyn was alone in the compound now. The jungle, where the Japs had been 
hiding, rustled as they climbed down from the trees. But, right then, it was 
just she, and the dog and the instruments of bondage. The animal was penned 
in back. The bondage room was down the hall. The keys were somewhere. 

Where? she wondered as she searched Saito's desk. There they were, hidden 
under a mound of papers. The yard remained deserted. Jesslyn shut and locked 
the door and ran to the room. Her tits ached and her cunt was taut, the 
clitoris swollen and throbbing. 

She jerked the door open. The light made her blink and she groped to a 
cabinet. It was unlocked and what she wanted was right there. Jesslyn 
quickly outfitted herself, made it to a side window as the Japs pounded on 
the door. Jesslyn dropped to the ground; still in a squat she assessed the 
terrain. She couldn't see too well; the dusk had quickly become night. 
Jesslyn felt her way to the rear of the compound. The day they had given her 
the shower she had surveyed the area. The pen was behind the stalls and the 
gate was beyond that. Jesslyn needed a key for the lock but she was well 
protected; she could climb. The animal growled as Jesslyn passed and she 
said: 

"I'll be back for you later, beauty. As soon as I find a safe place." 

Jesslyn was over the fence now, dropping into the darkness. Her muscles 
tensed. The leather hugged and trapped in her body but as she dropped the 
descent's force turned the girdle into a leather massage. The snugness 
caressed. 

Jesslyn hit the ground, fell, got up and groped through the tangled 
underbrush. Behind her, twigs snapped and a heavy breath burst. They had 
picked up her scent. Jesslyn wasn't afraid; she welcomed the challenge. She 
elbowed through the tight vine cover, in her mind marking her way so she 
could return. 

They were moving closer; the distance between them was diminishing. She 
hurried on. Vines slapped and branches slapped at her tits and butt. The 
blows were muted by the leather vest and breeches. The vest was tight and 
held together by leather thongs. The breeches clutched her ripe ass and 
thighs and the knee-high leather boots, though snug, supported her weight 
and hugged her calves. 

Behind her a flashlight was turned on; the brief snap of the stud being 
activated was submerged by the snapping foliage. Light beamed a foot over 
her head and particles radiated her right shoulder. She ducked left, 
stumbling, recovering. She tightened her grip on the object coiled in her 
belt, slapping against her hip. Like a python it was long, vicious. An ally 
in this hostile environment. 

Jesslyn bumped into a tree, thick, gnarled, but the limbs seemed firm. A 
good place to take a stand. 

Jesslyn felt the whip, satisfied that it was in place. Then the other hip. 
The machete pulled easily from the scabbard. The handle was balanced. The 
weapon would be easy to use. She put the weapon back. Reaching for an 
overhanging limb, she jumped, grabbed the limb and, wrapping her thighs 
around the trunk, she began her climb. 

Poised on the limb fifteen feet above the ground, Jesslyn was able to 
strike. She held her breath; every nerve was tight. Her pussy throbbed and 
her flesh was sensitive to the leather. She was sweating and the leather 
seemed to shrink and strangle her titties. Of course, that was only 
imagination. 

Jesslyn waited, listened for the crunch of twigs and heard the sound grow 
nearer. The machete came out. The footsteps came closer. The light scanned 
the ground and when the Jap was five feet away, he saw the unbroken terrain 
ahead and he stopped. The light glared; she wasn't able to see who the enemy 
was. But she smelled the man... knew who he was. Corporal Saito she thought, 
and her belly tightened. Jesslyn clenched the machete, then when she was 
sure of the distance and position of the target, she dropped. The machete 
was buried in the Jap's chest. A gasp that be came a gurgle and he went down 
beneath her. 

She jerked the machete from the thrashing victim, drew it across the chest, 
slicing the flat pectorals. She was blood drenched and the smell and hot 
stickiness made her lust twitch and swell her clitoris. But no time now for 
lust. She held the gurgling, thrashing corpse to the ground; the blood 
slickened his midsection and the knee which pinned him began to slide. One 
last incision to finish off this enemy. Her orgasm was throbbing as she 
wielded the instrument. Raising the blade higher, holding it horizontally, 
she drove the machete forward, all her strength behind the lunge. The weapon 
made a clean cut. More blood gushed from the throat wound. Tendons became 
soggy twine. The muscles spasmed, independent of each other. 

Jesslyn hovered close, the writhings of death caressed her sweating leather 
clad body. The foul odor was like the breath of hell, beckoning, and she was 
tempted to flatten herself against this jerking mass of severed limbs. But 
her orgasm was thundering now and just by locking her crotch she was able to 
get her orgasm. 

The cum popped dully against the tight leather breeches. Jesslyn sighed, 
tightened up and rubbed off the last of the lust. Her breath burst faster as 
the orgasm slowed. Enveloping her was the odor and feel of death and she 
felt a deeper lust, one not satisfied sexually. This feeling frightened her, 
made her draw away. As she started to rise, hands seized her, twisted her 
away from the corpse and flung her to the ground. She struck her head on a 
tree and, momentarily dazed, she lay helpless while the Jap hastily lashed 
leather thongs around her wrists, then her ankles. Then she was hoisted to 
her feet, shoved against the tree. 

"You surely don't think I would go out into the night alone?" The voice 
belonged to Corporal Saito. 

 Chapter Ten 

The whip was used to tie her to the tree. Then with the flashlight tucked 
into the cradle like "V" of a tree limb from an adjoining tree, he stripped. 
The dimming light gave enough illumination. The flat, hairless flesh, the 
wiry muscles and the huge cock sprouting from that slim frame began to 
arouse her. 

Saito reached her, carefully untied the thongs. Her titties leaped and 
slapped. The nipples were hard and she turned her head as his mouth 
descended, the hot breath raising the peaks even more. Then his wet lips 
touched each cresting cap and the teeth came down, locking on the thrusting 
nipples and he chewed and lathered the big tits with saliva, and he bit down 
hard and the razor-like pain threw her shoulders back, and the big, firm 
titties danced and slapped and the teeth raked each nipple and he squeezed 
and clutched the one tit while he chewed the other. 

The pain, sweet pain, was unbearable. The shuddering increased, spread into 
her belly and down to the snatch. Jesslyn clenched her thighs, rolled her 
hips. He laughed as he flattened his big cock against her lower belly. He 
continued chewing her tits and as he did he undid the belt of the breeches. 
He jerked the pants to her knees. The aroma of her sweat, and lust, mingled 
with his sweat. The insects buzzed and the night closed in around them. 

Saito crowded to her belly, worked his head between the labia; the spreading 
lips sighed and popped. He continued chewing and squeezing while he wiggled 
his hips, found her fuck-corridor, and pushed. The massive cock split her 
tight muscles and she gasped, then, groaned as he drove deeper without 
pausing. Jesslyn spread wider and the cock filled her cunt. Her clitoris 
vibrated and her titties became even more sensitive. 

The delicious pain in Jesslyn's pussy spread rapidly, engulfing her snatch 
and tingling her clitoris. Like a thousand needles the assault punctured her 
cunt. Jesslyn trembled. The needles dug deeper, turning her steaming depths 
into an inferno. The fire in her snatch raged while the teeth and sharp 
fingernails raked her titties. Welts exploded on her tits and in her cunt 
and the excitement swelled, became an inferno. 

She couldn't stand it any longer! Screaming, rending the jungle's silence, 
she bucked her belly, her cunt clutched his prick and she swallowed his 
prick. Her ass tore against the trunk and shards of bark were imbedded 
between her meaty buttocks. Her snatch held him tightly and he had to thrash 
her pussy to start that last fervid stroking. 

"Oh," she sobbed as he tore her insides, bruised her clitoris. Saito jammed 
his cock up to the base of the shaft, then jerked back, then forward, a 
harsh brutal attack, but one she had to have to get her orgasm. 

He slammed up into her belly, pinned to the tree while he bucked furiously. 
His hot cum stung her wounded snatch and the jizz spilled down her upper 
thighs. And her orgasm gushed, covering his balls and shaft. One last 
driving thrust, then he blew the last of his cum and began to go soft. But, 
still half hard, he undid the lash that held her to the tree, turned her 
around; she was too weary, too eager to see what he had planned, to 
struggle. The mood dominated her, making her want to be used as she had been 
used all along. Now that her blood-lust was satisfied she was willing to 
become subservient once more. 

Saito pushed her face forward against the tree. He re-tied her. Her cheek 
was pressed into the moldy rough bark. Her titties were flattened and 
crushed. Her cunt was shoved against the rough edged surface and as he 
pressed his cock to her jiggling asscheeks, the bark rubbed her pussy, 
Jesslyn opened slightly as he rammed his cum-slickened cock into her narrow 
hind-crease. The prick burned. The frantic rhythm forced bark into her 
snatch, forced her hips to move as her ass danced. 

Jesslyn moved with him, then against him as his cock slid and burned and 
dumped jizz. The slam of the jizz into her asshole quivered her guts and she 
gasped and thrashed faster. 

Saito fucked harder, blowing great bursts of cum into her anus. The hot 
assault excited her cunt and the bark moved like glass slivers, scraping her 
clitoris. She cried out, a short, gasping breath, and drove against him and 
he came down in a final lunge. The cum ebbed and he pulled out. Moving 
softly behind her, he found the object he was looking for. While he looked 
she took in the air, filled her lungs with it, coughed on the tiny insects. 
He was returning; he had found what he was looking for and she tried to 
remember what he had dropped when he undressed. 

The cool sharp object scraped over her tense buttocks. She groaned. He was 
going to slice her ass! Jesslyn begged him not to, but he laughed and told 
her it would be the final, wonderful fuck... the orgasm that would drive her 
into eternity. 

The blade slapped her ass and she pulled on the thongs, fought to escape 
before the blade did it's work. 

"You white scum," he snarled. "You and all your race will feel the anger of 
our people. We will castrate, mutilate, and disembowel you all!" 

The corporal swung the blade, striking the right cheek. A tiny cut; the 
blade nipped, a slim slitting of flesh. Her jerking and pulling had thrown 
off his aim. In the dim light he was unable to strike the exact spot he had 
aimed at. 

The second blow was high. The flat of the blade caught her above the hips 
and as she struggled she felt the whip give. His faulty aim had produced her 
opportunity for escape! 

Jesslyn pulled harder, leaning her weight against the severed lash. The whip 
gave; she fell; the machete cut bark. She was free! She scooted backward 
while he pulled at the weapon, imbedded in the trunk. 

Struggling, skinning her ankles and wrists, Jesslyn loosened the thongs. Her 
ass was raw and flakes of bark slid into her moist ass and cunt. He was 
closing the distance, swinging that evil weapon. She moved faster. A quick 
jerk and the thongs slid from her ankles. Up now, she turned and ran. He 
gasped and swung the machete, gouging at the dense underbrush on either side 
of him. 

Jesslyn charged through the tightly coiled foliage. The brush whipped and 
tore at her titties and face, and she whimpered and plunged on. She stumbled 
twice, recovered, used her elbows and shoulders to drive through the tangled 
mass. 

Saito was so close now she heard the whisper of the machete cutting air, and 
his labored breathing. Jesslyn plunged on. The thongs around her wrists slid 
as she tore at them. Finally, after a massive burst of strength, she tore 
free. Still running, she strained her eyes for escape. But, under the dim 
moonlight, all she saw was the lumped shadows of more foliage ahead and on 
either side. 

Directly ahead, less than ten feet away, was a clenched mixture of vines and 
low hanging tree limbs. She would never be able to penetrate that. The only 
thing she could do was try to save herself. Turning quickly to face the 
enemy she flung herself back, landing in the soft tangled mass. As expected 
the undergrowth was a cushion for her weight. Jesslyn lay there for that 
split second it took the Jap fucker to get within range. He was swinging the 
machete, slicing wildly at the brush. The overhanging debris partially hid 
her; in another moment he would be on top of her. 

Jesslyn measured distance; measured the odds of her weight overpowering his. 
There was a chance if she hit him right, and that machete didn't come down 
on her. The tightly packed growth bunched between her legs and she rubbed 
quickly. Her clitoris responded. Her cunt welled with lust oil. A few more 
seconds... 

Saito charged like a blind bull. Jesslyn rubbed faster and the excitement of 
her potential conquest further accelerated her passion. She bit her lip to 
keep from crying out; her orgasms flooded and the intense feeling of relief 
thudded her cunt and her titties strained and her belly shook. 

The popping orgasm swirled and mingled with the hushed jungle sounds, and 
the Jap's heavy breathing, low cursing. A few more feet now... 

Six feet away and she lowered her head, leaned back and used the underbrush 
as a launching pad. Her shoulders, as she leaped toward him, were down; she 
was aimed at his middle; the machete swung above his head. They collided. He 
yelped, grunted, as air burst through his lungs. Winded and surprised, he 
didn't alternate the backward direction he was falling toward. He struck the 
ground, one shoulder slamming into a tree. The machete fell to his side. She 
rolled, hitting another tree. 

They were boxed in; surrounded by this cul de sac with less than five feet 
of fighting space, they struggled to regain balance. She had the advantage 
of surprise and used it. The machete was under her ass; the flat side 
covered one buttock. All she had to do... 

Jesslyn reached under her as she got to her feet. In a crouch, the weapon 
heavy in her hand, she judged distance, and swung. The blade struck his 
knees. Screaming, he rolled away from the descending arc. But the narrow 
space prevented escape. On the defensive for the first time in his brief 
military career, he tried desperately, vainly to devise an escape. But there 
was none. 

Pleading for mercy, he flailed his arms, rubbed his back against a trunk as 
he struggled to escape the wrath of this panting, advancing woman. 

Jesslyn was close enough now. One short blow... She couldn't see, but his 
sobbing told her where his upper trunk was; the sound of his boots gouging 
at the ground told her where his legs were. Shock would be setting in right 
about now. One short blow would do the job. But she stood there, titties 
swollen and heaving, thighs and legs clenched, waiting for the blood-lust to 
come, and it did, and she barked an order and, sobbing weakly, gagging and 
struggling, he managed an erection and she held the blade horizontally and 
squatted on that big cock, felt around until she got the shaft positioned 
and eased down so that big prick sliced into her pussy. And as the big cock 
pierced the hole, became enveloped in her lush, snug pussy, she wiggled her 
ass and the cock went deeper, crushing against the tingling clitoris. 
Grunting, she pressed the blade to his throat, pinning him to the tree. She 
wiggled her big ass and the cock reamed her pussy and the orgasms erupted 
and she held him fast as the prick tore into her snatch, triggered further 
orgasms. And, as he begged for mercy, his cock softened. 

"This is for robbing me of a man... a man that held me, fucked me good, made 
me forget the hell I was trapped in for a little while." And, as the Jap 
cried out, she bore her weight forward. 

His cry became a gasp, then a gurgle. The blade slowly penetrated the tense 
muscles and neck tendons. Blood burst forth; the blade went deeper. His 
head, then his body, quivered, tensed, then writhed. Still deeper the blade 
went. Inches of muscle were severed. More blood... Retching as he choked on 
his veins and cartilage and blood. And she exerted even more pressure. She 
flinched as the hot blood covered her, and the head dropped into his lap and 
rolled against her legs. 

Jesslyn got up, then, dizzy, exhausted, but not horrified. No, the animals, 
on both sides of the grim boundaries that war constructs, had made of her an 
animal, without mercy, endowed with the animal's cunning. Jesslyn was 
prepared now for the final phase of her plan. 

But before that final phase could be put into force, Jesslyn had to cope 
with another of Saito's cadre. 

As she found her directions a soft, cracking sound made her stop. The sound 
was directly up ahead, at what had to be the end of the only passable route 
from the camp into the jungle and back again. She had traversed this path 
and hadn't seen or heard any animals heavy enough to make that loud a sound. 
The animal could have just now returned from its nocturnal foray into the 
jungle, she thought as she stealthily made her way through the brush toward 
the camp. 

The path widened a few feet up ahead then narrowed. Large ancient trees on 
either side of the path had heavy limbs which drooped onto the path, making 
access difficult. It was funny, she thought. She didn't recall this much 
foliage when she escaped the camp. 

But she was in a hurry and didn't give much thought to it. After all she had 
hurriedly retreated from camp. She could easily have ignored these 
obstacles. 

Five feet more and the three limbs prevented easy access. Another step and 
she heard a steady, heavy, rhythmically pulsating sound. And, as she 
analyzed the sound she continued on toward camp. Too late she realized what 
the sound was. By then she had taken ten more steps. As she drew back, 
sensing what lay ahead, the rope trap was jerked shut. Another jerk of the 
coarse fibered rope and she lost her balance, fell and was yanked, feet 
first, toward the uppermost branches. 

Her hair and arms hung down. Her fingers, grubbled dirt. Her titties rolled 
and slapped as she was pulled even higher. The wheezing, grunting soldier, a 
faceless entity, applied more force, to suspend Jesslyn three feet off the 
ground. She dangled like a side of beef. Grunting, dizzy, the blood rushed 
to her head and she dangled there, helpless, overtaken by surprise and the 
aftershock of her encounter with Saito. 

A cigarette lighter was lit. The portly Jap guard approached, to stand 
within inches of Jesslyn. She groaned, and struggled and the Jap sadist 
watched and enjoyed her discomfort. He said, in English: "You recognize me 
from the torture room? My cock was the one that soiled your asshole," and he 
giggled, a high pitched, pinched sound that grated the stillness of the 
night. "Now, that we are together, and my Corporal Saito is, as you 
Americans say, out of the picture, I wonder just what I will do for you. 
Have you no preferences?" And again that grating hyena's laugh. 

"I'd like to fuck your ass with a hot poker, you slanty-eyed pig fucker." 

"Oh, yes," he chortled, "the plump American also has a fat tongue." The 
laughter went out of his voice. "Well, now, we shall just see how funny you 
can be." He held the lighter at arm's length. The flames reached her long 
flowing hair. The ends crackled and curled and disappeared. Jesslyn writhed, 
feeling the heat advance. The Jap slob continued chuckling, giggling like a 
crazed man as the flames licked more of her hair, burning inexorably toward 
her scalp. Then when a strip of hair had been singed from her shoulder to 
her scalp, the Jap got another idea. Moving closer, his teeth spittle-slick 
and shining in the dim flames, the Jap passed the flame under her chin. 

Jesslyn groaned and tried to pull away but all she succeeded in doing is 
swinging in a short arc, then swing back again where the flame was. The Jap 
raised his arm. The flames licked toward her titties. The nipples, bathed in 
heat, swelled and filled and blushed darkly in the dim glow. She cried out, 
but even as the pain spread through her nipples and along the tender nerves 
of her breast, an even stronger sensation grew in her pussy. Her cunt 
tightened. She tightened her snatch, trying to crush the glimmer of desire 
that was quickly spreading. Her clitoris was swollen now and while the 
flames singed and darkened her already sore nipples the lust swelled in her 
vagina and knotted in her belly. Her cunt itched with passion; it was like a 
thousand insects had invaded her pussy only each insect was made of 
sharp-edged steel. The lust ground and surged and ripped and she was 
powerless to control its painful surging. 

Jesslyn begged him to stop, knowing this was what he wanted to hear, giving 
him the fuel to feed his passion for, she knew, once aroused, he would have 
to lower her, to fuck her and then she would have her chance. Her revenge. 
So let this gloating slob gloat and chortle and inflict his pain. She would 
have her revenge. And it would be even more ferocious than this Jap peasant 
could ever dream of. 

The Jap let the flame linger in her cleavage and the stink of burning flesh 
clogged his nostrils, made him retch, made her weep softly. Jesslyn fought 
for control and was able, by sheer force of will, to keep from screaming. 

The pain in her snatch was matched only by the agony in her titties. She 
dangled there, the skin turning scarlet, the tears flowing, the short breath 
bursts kicking at her diaphragm. Jesslyn held her temper, her agony at bay 
while her titties filled and became hard, while the gooseflesh erupted and 
the lust oil oozed. 

The Jap smelled her musky lust scent over the stink of her burned skin. His 
eyes glittered with inspiration and without giving it a second thought he 
held the lighter higher, trying to reach her cunt. Without success. She was 
suspended too high. Snapping the lighter shut, he unwound the rope from the 
adjoining limb and cautiously lowered her to the ground. Not all the way, 
though. Just low enough to bring her cunt closer to the cigarette lighter. 

The rope re-tied, he ignited the flame. Jesslyn waited, judging distance, 
measuring this animal. Around his waist was a small side arm and the leather 
cap that covered the grip was unsnapped. For quick use, she thought. And she 
would not give him a chance to use the pistol. 

Giggling, the sadist slowly raised his arm. The flame licked toward her 
dripping, thick-haired slit. The red lips puckered and turned redder as more 
passion oil erupted. Jesslyn waited, held her breath, tried to control the 
lust spasms in her snatch. 

The flame advanced, licking higher. The thicket curled and the smell of 
incinerated hair drifted upward. The smoke curled and then the stink of 
scorched skin became thicker, like the fog off a refuse dump on a cold 
morning. She bleated, begged, giving him the fuel to bring up his perverted 
lust. His cock thickened and he had a difficult time holding the lighter 
steady. 

Meantime, by sheer force of will, she licked her lips, opening her mouth, 
snaking her tongue along the even curve of her upper jaw. He saw out of the 
corner of his eye and his cock got harder. 

Calling her an obscene name in Japanese, he set the lighter down on a rock, 
dropped his pants and stood there, his cock a truncheon, growing harder as 
the foul humid air smote the sweating shaft. The Jap, eyes fixed on her 
dangling titties, heaving belly and lust drenched, nearly hairless labia, 
began pumping the shaft. 

"You fool," she mocked. "You jack off and here I am with a wet, willing 
mouth." She lowered her voice to a sensual growl. "You Jap animal. You saw 
me suck off your superior officer. In that room of hell. Remember? I sucked 
him, and I can suck you. If only you'll let me." The veins danced in her 
forehead and temples and the tendons stood out in her neck. She made herself 
control her vengeance. She had to be calm, almost dispassionate, very cool 
headed. She had to judge her distance. 

The Jap crouched, stood on his toes to reach her mouth. She began by lashing 
the cockhead, snaking the tongue around the sensitive dome. As the pre-cum 
spurted, she reached slowly for his hips, grabbed his hips, held him 
tightly, thrashed the shaft, sampling the sweating, thick veined skin, 
tasting the semen which had begun to spill. 

His pants were down to his thighs. The ammo clip, side arm and belt dangled 
against his kneecaps. Hold steady. Don't give it away by a sudden, ill-timed 
move. 

Jesslyn traced the shaft, reaching with her tongue-tip for the base of his 
shaft. He moved closer, his thighs and calves tightly knotted. Her tongue 
licked the lower veins, touching finally the shaft's base. He squealed, 
moved closer, and his pants drooped lower. 

Damn, if he made another sudden move, and he would when he crested, the 
pants would drop lower, beyond reach. 

Jesslyn clamped her teeth on the spurting cock, tearing skin, squeezing the 
jizz through the narrow slit. He made that sudden move, a spasm of agony, 
screaming as he jerked. But, by then, her hand flashed to the belt, to the 
place where the pistol was. Fingers closed on the cold ribbed grip. She 
pulled the weapon free of the leather holster, rammed the muzzle into his 
fat belly, praying that the safety was off. As he struggled she jerked the 
trigger. 

Jesslyn didn't hear the explosion. She was too close. Only a dim vibration 
told her that the gun had gone off. That, and the kick of the pistol. 
Clamping down on the shaft, she fired once more. His intestines splattered, 
covered her face and she shut her eyes and fired again. Then she opened her 
mouth and he fell, squirming, gagging, thrashing his stumpy legs in the 
dirt, his retchings becoming damp, turning into a gurgle as the blood 
flooded his throat. 

Jesslyn squirmed, swung back and forth, using her weight as a cantilever. 
Finally, after a few minutes, she rubbed the rope sufficiently to weaken the 
bond. A final swing and the rope came undone and she fell beside the 
still-squirming mass of blood and severed flesh. 

Kicking the Jap brute over on his quivering face she shoved the muzzle up 
his ass and fired. The corpse was catapulted three feet along the ground, 
coming to rest against a massive gnarled tree trunk. She wiped the muzzle on 
the pants and, while the passion and excitement pounded her cunt, she undid 
her breaches, let them fall. The cool air smote her sweating skin, raising 
the gooseflesh, and her own perverse passion. 

Without hesitation she rammed the still damp muzzle up her twat and 
spreading her legs wide, she rapidly sawed her cunt with the pistol. Her 
buttocks, tight like a virgin's twat, quivered and danced. Her legs were 
flexed. Her titties taut against the leather vest. 

And Jesslyn ground the pistol in her cunt, bruising the already sore cunt 
muscles, striking her clitoris again and again, unmercifully bringing out 
her orgasm until the flesh reddened and became agonizingly tender, and the 
clitoris was empty. 

Then she dropped her hand. Now she was ready to put her plan into effect. 

 Chapter Eleven 

The blood adhered to her belly and thighs and tits. The blood was nearly dry 
but clots still moved whenever she took a step. As she squatted outside the 
main compound gate the gouts slid into her pussy, a warming intrusion that 
fueled her cunt. 

But there was no time now for fucking, only the revenge that had been too 
long in coming. Jesslyn took the whip from her belt, tightened it into a 
snug ball, then almost as though she had been born with the instinct she 
waved it over her head. As the whip uncoiled, it cut the air, whispering at 
the guard who stood with his profile to the gate. He did a half turn, 
strained against the cover of darkness, tried to penetrate the deep cover. 

He couldn't see her; the black leather covered her lush white nakedness. The 
black leather lash stung the silence; the guard didn't know what was tearing 
the late evening quiet until the whip slammed his throat, coiled and chewed 
his neck. The cry of pain strangled, he flailed his arms, struggled with the 
weight of his piece. 

Her legs braced, Jesslyn yanked and he toppled into the barbed wire. She 
tightened the lash, rolled it around her arm, pulling steadily as the 
thrashing man tugged against her. She drew closer and the man's struggles 
grew weaker. She was right up against the wire and could see the death 
throes. The sight was almost as exciting as the sight of man's prick. Yes, 
she thought, only more so. 

A final pull, with all her weight behind it, and the guard's neck snapped. 
His tongue was an ugly, black, flopping snake, stinging against his chin. 
His eyes protruded and his limbs twitched. Jesslyn left the whip where it 
was, to be retrieved later. She used Saito's flash. The keys were on his 
opposite hip and she had to ease her hand through a crevice and undo the 
belt. The belt came off and she dragged it across the body. She got the 
keys, cautiously extricated her hand and unlocked the gate. The search was 
still on for her; a skeleton crew, no more, would be billeted inside. 

Through the front door and down the stairs, the guard's key in hand, the 
machete dangling from her belt. Jesslyn unlocked the torture room, found the 
bowl of kindling used to heat the firebrand. She got the fire going. She 
pushed the burning bowl into the hall, came around in front of it, dumped 
the burning contents on the floor. Jumping out of the way to avoid the 
sparks she hurried down the hall, to the stairs. The floor was cement but 
the walls and doors were wood trimmed. The fire would be a diversion, and no 
more than that. But that would give her the time she needed. 

Quietly up the stairs, past the sleeping men. Her clitoris throbbed as she 
remembered the forced parade. Well, this time the parade would be quite 
different! Jesslyn paused for a body count, then went on down the hall. 

Saito's office door was open. Jesslyn keyed the weapons cabinet, found a 
lightweight carbine, one she was sure she could handle, and enough shells to 
stand off the entire nip army. 

Down the stairs again, and out the front door, and across the compound, to 
the gate. Smoke drifted through the front door and up into the room of 
barracks. 

Another moment... then... 

Jesslyn crossed the yard; the gun was balanced against her hip. Cries 
clattered against the interior of the building. Jesslyn advanced, calm, 
efficient. Not even the heat between her legs intruded, nor the stench of 
Saito's blood. 

Jesslyn stopped midway between the compound door and the main gate. She 
stood and waited for these sleep-drugged, unarmed men to come pouring out of 
their warm beds, into the hot humid night... to their deaths. 

They were coming; Jesslyn heard their curses, their naked feet on the wood 
stairs. They were almost there; she could almost smell their sweat and wet 
dream deposits crusted to their skivvies. Her trigger finger tightened. The 
gun butt was heavy against her hip. She braced both feet, squatted slightly 
to accept the recoil of the weapon. 

The first two soldiers cleared the doorway, coughing, and smoke billowed 
behind them. Jesslyn waited for three more to follow and when the five 
soldiers were over the threshold, coughing, spitting, rubbing smoke out of 
their eyes, she opened fire. 

The first round tore them, tossed them and they danced like puppets. They 
stumbled as the slugs brutalized their young bodies. They shouted, spun and 
fell. Five of their comrades rushed down the stairs, stumbling through the 
doorway, bellowing in their native tongue. She opened fire and they threw 
themselves left, right, backward. They were uncoordinated, falling against 
each other, like roaches exposed to light. 

Jesslyn emptied the clip. Her aim was nearly perfect, but at this distance 
she could hardly miss. She reloaded, her fingers calm, expert, like this 
work was what she was born to do. Then she advanced, firing at the twitching 
bodies, ripping the doorway, then crossing into the hall, and up the stairs. 
Three more remained. They were up there, and she was too aroused to be 
cautious. 

Jesslyn found them in the barracks, loading their weapons, babbling, their 
heads clogged with sleep. She stood in the doorway and opened fire. The one 
on her right was flung against the bunk behind him. He rolled against the 
frame and lay still beside it. Number two, on the left, dropped to his 
belly, taking quick aim. But not quick enough. The slugs chipped splinters 
near her cheek. Her fire tore the top of his head off. 

The last man, directly ahead, fumbled with the clip, dropped the shells, 
scrambled after them. She let him retrieve the shells, force them back in 
the clip. Then Jesslyn sprayed the floor at her feet, working toward the 
bawling youth. 

And he fumbled with the piece, jamming the clip in sideways. Screaming, he 
scooted backward on his knees and flung the piece at her. In his terrified 
haste, his aim was off and the piece fell to the right, striking the floor 
as the spray of bullets chewed the floor, flung splinters, steadily and 
slowly reached the target. 

The Jap youth was against the wall now, on his knees, arms outstretched, 
beseeching. His face contorted, the sweat gushing, flecks of bile standing 
out on his lips. And she let go of the trigger and as the staccato clatter 
reverberated and then faded, she advanced, the piece at her side, her finger 
on the trigger. 

"You're so beautiful, you slanty-eyed motherfucker, I just can't see wasting 
such a gorgeous thing as you." In front of him she stopped. Already the lust 
was pulsing. "Give me your tongue, you bastard." Jesslyn undid her breeches, 
pulled them with one hand from her sweating crotch. The leather came away 
with a soft pop. While he stared, wide-eyed, uncomprehending, she spread her 
lips and came to him, raising her mound, spreading her legs. "You suck me 
off real good, fucker, and you might live awhile longer." And she shoved her 
hairy cunt against his open mouth. 

He sucked her rapidly; his tongue delved into the dripping snatch. Jesslyn 
pressed her cunt to his mouth, ordered him to use his teeth and he chewed as 
he sucked. The sharp incisors tore the lips while the tongue thrashed the 
clitoris. And she loved the biting, the sucking, the domination and her only 
regret was that this lad was the only one left... the only one she could use 
as his comrades had used her. The chance of her standing off the others who 
were still in the jungle searching for her, was slim. Even slimmer was the 
chance of her abducting one soldier at a time, using that one man at a time 
to be her subservient lust object. So all Jesslyn could do was use this boy, 
enjoy using him and take whatever she could get whenever she could get it. 

His tongue was drenched now with her orgasm; Jesslyn stood on tiptoes, 
grinding her hips, her ass dancing, smothering the helpless youth in her 
humid, hairy puss. As she crowded against him he took that to mean she 
needed more, had to have more of his thrashing tongue, and he stroked 
faster, sending her off into a greater paroxysm of delight. The orgasms 
boiled and churned and surged, and gradually ebbed and finally ceased. And 
she stepped back, full of regret. 

"I can't take you with me, fuck-mouth." Jesslyn aimed and he screamed, 
spitting her orgasm. "There just isn't room for you in my life." She emptied 
the clip. He was flung against the wall and the steady burst ripping his 
body pinned him, and the flesh was flung and the splinters daggered the 
smoky air and he disappeared in cordite mists and his form evaporated, 
became a pulp-like, bloody mass and then he was a crimson saturated lump 
lying at the intersection of the wall and floor. Her clitoris pumped as the 
slugs tore him apart. Jesslyn was still cumming when the weapon's chamber 
was empty. Painfully aroused she thrust the rifle's maw between her legs, up 
her pussy, and the burning mouth scalded her cunt and the flesh hissed and 
she ground the piece into the smoldering flesh and her cum exploded, popping 
rapidly against the mouth of the piece... as rapidly as the piece had hurled 
the cartridges. 

Jesslyn was finished, then, and pulled up her breeches and reloaded and 
hurried down the stairs. The night was clear. The humidity was dissipated; 
the wind off the Yangtze spread the moisture-heavy air and cleared some of 
the death stench. 

Jesslyn listened, smiled when all she heard was the steady buzz of the 
insects and the throaty cries of the myriad small animals that infested the 
jungle. She also heard the bawl of the dog. "Yes, my lover, yes," Jesslyn 
breathed. Her titties strained in the leather vest and her cunt again surged 
and her thighs, belly and ass rippled. She ran to the rear of the compound 
where the animal was quartered. 

He stood on hind legs, scratching at the chain link fence surrounding the 
pen. The beast snarled then recognized her and panted and scratched 
furiously. She called to him, her mouth as wet as her cunt. Jesslyn fumbled 
with the lock, jerked it when she failed to find the right key. Then, in her 
haste, she dropped the keys, dropped on all four beside the pen and searched 
for the ring. The Doberman growled, impatient for the woman. And she sobbed, 
the rage of her bizarre lust tearing, searing her cunt. 

The huge mastiff was standing on hind paws, straining against the fence, its 
belly flat against the pen, its cock steadily growing, penetrating one of 
the linked squares, and she was too aroused to search any further; she had 
to touch, taste this brute, feel the thrusting prick. On her knees in front 
of him she reached the prick with her hands and massaged the shaft and the 
beast growled and snapped at the fence and strained against the barrier and 
she was overcome with lust and fell on her side, her mouth and tongue 
searching for the throbbing cock and she found it and her mouth locked on 
the pale, hairy prick and her tongue lashed the cock and the beast's lust 
spurted and she let the sour gouts scald and singe her gums and tongue and 
she drank it all down. And the beast flung itself against the fence. Jesslyn 
laved the cock and when she could swallow no more of the strange tasting 
fluids, she let him go. He was still erect, still straining, scratching the 
fence, flinging itself with stronger, more urgent gyrations against the 
barrier. 

Scrambling for the keys, Jesslyn begged the beast not to hurt itself and the 
animal, not understanding and too aroused to pay heed to the urgent, 
shaking, soothing, husky tone continued throwing itself against the fence. 

But then Jesslyn found the keys and jammed the right key in the lock and the 
lock fell and she jerked the fence gate open and, ripping her breeches down, 
threw herself into the pen and the dog leaped onto her belly and she spread 
wide and the cock rubbed her thigh and she wiggled her ass and raised her 
legs, and they came together, the cock jamming her cunt, and she shuddered. 
The pain was excruciating... delicious! Jesslyn pushed closer, shoving his 
cock deeper, damn near splitting her pussy with the huge, driving rod. And 
the saliva splattered her bare titties and her belly was covered by the 
strong, hairy belly and the beast crushed her and she loved it, craved the 
burning prick and strong teeth and thick tongue lashing and tearing her 
tits. 

The pain intensified as the beast smelled the blood caked to her body and he 
sunk his teeth into her titties. The firebrands rent her tits and she loved 
it even more; her nerves were once again alive and her blood raced and she 
was dizzy as orgasm after orgasm shuddered and exploded. And, in her heat, 
she failed to realize the frenzy that the beast was working up to. 

Jesslyn clutched his cock, locked her legs around him, holding him, pulling 
him deeper into her cunt and his balls were crushed to the lower slope of 
her cunt and the welter of lust that this thrashing, writhing woman was 
sending through him further excited his blood lust. 

He tore into her with vengeance, no longer able to distinguish between the 
lust object that she was, and the object that he must tear apart to satisfy 
a non-sexual appetite. His prick was buried in her cunt; he tore her 
shoulders and sunk his teeth in her throat. As the claws gouged and the 
teeth ripped her throat she raised her ass, jerked her hips rapidly, and set 
off this last orgasm. She quivered. The orgasm scalded. Her nerves vibrated. 
Every atom in her body responded. She crested. The blood spurted, covering 
the thrashing beast. The claws and teeth severed muscle and cartilage, 
struck and chipped bone and tendon and nerve. 

The beast, its jaws locked on her throat, jerked and shook its head and 
severed the veins. And as Jesslyn slipped into the black abyss the last 
orgasm swelled and she used the last of her energy writhing; her cunt 
spasmed; the cum burst and she floated down... down... 


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