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The Trials and Tribulations of Tim - Chapter 14
The three naked white women were shoved into the office of the commander in charge of this camp. The black man was dressed in fatigues and had a scar on his cheek. His eyes moved from one female to the next, stopping at the teenager. His face was stony, showing no emotion, but his hands drummed the wooden desk that separated him from his captives. His English was surprisingly good, but what he said sent shivers through the three females.
"You three have been selected to provide entertainment for the men of my command who are responsible for the operation of this camp. Failure to obey any order given by my officers will be considered a breach of discipline and the offender will be subject to appropriate punishment. There can be no appeal to this directive. Obey and your life here can be bearable, resist and it will become a living hell for you."
Miriam began trembling while the older woman's face hardened before she spoke. Candice held her tongue, which turned out to be the correct choice as far as a response was concerned.
"I'm not naive. Your sugarcoated vocabulary does not fool me in the slightest. I have no intention of becoming a camp prostitute for you or any of your thugs!"
She got no further as her escort smashed his baton across her shoulder blades, driving the air from her lungs and nearly causing her to fall to her knees. The commander pushed himself away from the desk and came round with a look on his face that made Candice cringe. The one who had struck the woman put her into a half nelson just as his superior arrived and drove his knee up into the middle-aged female's crotch. He stepped back and grinned as she began vomiting. The other tightened his grip and forced her head forward.
The commander's fist crashed against the side of her face, distorting it. Now she spat blood and a piece of one of her teeth as well. Still not satisfied he kicked her squarely in the twat, the toe of his boot neatly splitting her cunt lips apart, forcing her to bring up more vomit that impeded her ability to breathe. The commander stepped back against his desk and caught his breath before ordering his man to string her up outside and have the guards assemble the prisoners to watch her punishment.
All the women lined up shoulder to shoulder, hands behind their necks and legs wide apart. All eyes were fixed on the dangling form of the fortyish woman who had defied the camp commander. Her face where his fist had struck was swollen and a purplish color. There was a fast growing lump on her jaw and it was apparent that he had also fractured her cheekbone. Candice could not help visualizing one of Dali's masterpieces as she stared fixedly at the ruined face of the woman.
The woman's wrists were tightly bound with rope that was looped around the hook embedded in the wooden beam jutting from the post. Her entire weight was supported by her arms, putting a tremendous strain on her shoulder muscles. Rope had been tied to each ankle and anchored to a pair of concrete blocks, pulling her legs apart and causing the tendons in her thighs to be stressed to their limit as evidenced by their trembling. Her head was hanging down, but she was obvious conscious based on the sobs that issued from her bloody mouth.
Two large, muscular men stripped to the waist approached the naked woman, whips in their hands. They took up positions on either side of her dangling body and glanced over toward the camp commander for his signal. Before he gave his approval, he said a few words to the women, some of them already swaying from the terrible heat and the fact they had not had any water for the past twenty-four hours.
"Pay close attention to everything that happens to this ingrate. She had been selected for an important role in sustaining the morale of all those in my camp. Instead she refused and insulted my men as well. This is why she is about to be punished. Obviously she will not be able to fulfill this important position which means there is an opportunity for one of you to take her place. Remember that as you watch my men exact a fair price from her for her disobedience and arrogance."
As soon as he finished speaking, he dropped his hand and intoned "One hundred ....each, and make every lash count." Then he turned on his heel and stalked back towards the building that housed his office, leaving the assembled women and the guards to watch the punishment that was meted out to the prisoner. The men swung their whips and they landed within a fraction of a second of each, making it sound like a drawn out lash landing on her flesh. The first welt bloomed just below her sagging tits, while the other curled around her upper thigh leaving a welt that circled it. She screamed to the high heavens and a number of the assembled prisoners looked away. They were rewarded with rifle butts slammed into their bellies, doubling up those who disobeyed the commander's orders to pay attention to the whipping the prisoner would receive.
The guards took their time working up and down the prisoner's body. Once or twice they even managed to cut into her face, bringing bellows of agony from their victim. Another time one of them managed to wrap his whip around her throat and when he pulled it free, pieces of skin came with it. They would concentrate on her tits for a time, landing blow after blow until those sagging lumps of fat were shredded into strips of bloody flesh. After the first twenty-five from each, they took a breather, walking around and checking that their victim was still conscious and able to take more of their whips. The audience stood mute except for an occasional burst of sobbing that drew frowns from the guards and unspoken threats from the way they held their weapons.
When the two men drank water from a bucket placed a few feet from where the prisoner dangled, blood flowing from the dozens of cuts they had made in her naked body, she groaned and tried to say something. She was too weak and her lips so parched that nothing intelligible came from her. They knew full well what she was trying to communicate, she was pleading for something to drink. One of the torturers grinned and held a ladle of water only inches from her face, before making a show of drinking half of it and letting the remainder trickle down into the earth just below her bleeding body.
Once more the cracking of whips resumed as they tore her back to ribbons, then moved to her ribs, coming from both sides simultaneously. The woman passed out from this terrible assault and was revived with brutal blows to the pit of her stomach and her swollen genitals from one of the men who used the leather wrapped handle of his whip to inflict even more pain on her already devastated body. Now the crying and wailing from the women prisoners grew louder and the guards waded into the group using their rifles and fists to restore a semblance of order to the crowd.
They took another rest at sixty lashes each. The prisoner had passed out once more and they decided to let her rest for a few minutes before they revived her for another round of scourging. Had they been more observent they might have noticed her shallow, labored breathing and the uncontrollable twitching that rippled through her welted, bloody body. Once more refreshed they attempted to rouse their victim for another segment of this ferocious beating. They were unsuccessful and this made the women prisoners go mad with fear and anger. This time it took a few rounds fired into the air to bring them to heel. It also brought the commander from his office to see what was causing this near riot among the prisoners.
He harangued his troops in their native language and pointed an angry finger in the direction of the two guards responsible for carrying out his orders to whip the prisoner. There were mutterings from the men and he wisely backed off the stream of insults that he had directed at his underlings. He took a long careful look at the horribly mutilated women who had defied him, and decided that she had taken enough punishment for the day. However to reestablish his authority over his men, he decreed that she be taken down and then used to satisfy the sexual needs of the camp guards, while he selected her replacement from among the remaining prisoners.
The last thing Candice ever saw of her former companion in misery was her bleeding body draped over an oil drum on her belly and a long line of excited guards waiting their turn to use her asshole or cunt before she died from shock, loss of blood or acute dehydration. She and Miriam were marched to another low building that turned out to be the officers quarters, currently accommodating three men besides the camp commander. This was their first "entertainment" assignment and they were used cruelly by the three black officers who seemed to be vying with each other as to who could do the most damage to their victims' bungholes and pussies.
Poor Miriam took the worst of it, being so young. Rarely was there only one officer raping her; usually there would be one in her mouth while another sawed away at whichever hole was bleeding the most. They seemed to be excited by the sight of blood, especially bleeding that they could claim they caused by a particularly brutal pounding they delivered to the battered and totally terrified teenager. Candice took the other approach, offering no resistance to what they did to her and even giving her assailants the idea that she was enjoying their manly efforts to impregnate her.
These were inherently cruel people it seemed. When they were finally exhausted and unable to continue raping the two females, they devised games that further humiliated and degraded their victims. Miriam was forced to allow them to piss into her open mouth, and if she failed to swallow every drop,they would use their fists or belts to punish her, usually whipping and punching her budding tits or using the buckle end of their belts on her vulva and the entrance to her pussy that was sore and swollen and thus extremely sensitive to the blows they gave it. In the case of the more willing Candice, they amused themselves by seeing how far they could stretch and twist her tits and nipples. Tiring of that they took turns trying to ram their fists into her cunt. One of them was smart enough to smear his hand with grease and work it into her twat and then close his hand into a fist that was so large it actually distorted her birth canal.
At last the rape and torture session ended when a buzzer sounded, signaling the commander wished to see the two females. They were escorted to his office and introduced to their newest camp prostitute, an overweight blonde in her early thirties with large pendulous tits and a hairy pussy. Her face bore evidence that she had been a tough sell, but finally the camp commander had his way. Now that his morale building corps was fully staffed, he had their first assignment, to take on the entire staff of guards, who were less than thrilled with what the older, well whipped woman had offered.
This time there were three oil drums waiting for them and soon the trio was being raped savagely by a seemingly endless line of angry guards with hard cocks and the strong desire to provide them with as much pain as they could deliver. Candice and Miriam suffered greatly since they had already been cruelly used by the three officers. The heavy blonde on the other hand seemed to be almost immune to whatever was done to her. This gang rape lasted for hours and Candice fainted often. After a time she hardly felt what was being done to her body, it had gone numb from all the mishandling it had received. Fortunately for the three of them their attackers were too busy raping them to notice their feelings or even if they were conscious or had been fucked senseless.
It was nearly dusk before the rape session came to a close. To show that these people were less than civilized they had one more torment for the trio to endure. It was now almost two days since they had any water and they would have done anything to be allowed to slake their burning thirst. They were marched over to the commander's building to discover him standing in front by a large wooden bucket. They were braced to attention, shoulders back and chests thrown out to shamelessly display their tits and cunts. The commander reached down and pulled a large scoop from the bucket and poured the contents onto the dirt at their feet. They stared in horror as the earth swallowed up the precious water, so near and yet so far.
He pointed to the blonde and two of the guards threw her to the ground in front of the bucket of water. Her hands were swiftly tied behind her back and then without any order or warning, the two men pushed her head into the bucket and held it beneath the water. At first she struggled, then relaxed, probably drinking all the water she could hold. Then she discovered that she could not raise her head and quickly panicked as the guards all laughed at her fright and the way she reacted. Her struggles were brief but violent, but the two were too strong for her and soon she began breathing the water into her lungs, signaling that she was on the verge of drowning in less than a foot and a half of water.
The teenager was next and was so thirsty and confused that she immediately began taking water into her lungs and nearly died. She was only saved because the commander of all people realized she was in difficulty and screamed at his men to get her head out of the bucket. He railed at them in their native tongue and they cowered under the lash of his rage. Candice understood why he had exhibited a trace of human kindness, but she knew better already. He did not want to lose his prize camp prostitute so soon when the chances of finding a replacement for her were nearly impossible.
Candice learned from the mistakes of the other two women, or so she thought. She took a quick breath or two to saturate her lungs with oxygen, and made no effort to resist. The commander however was one step ahead of her, having participated in this form of torture in the past. Just before they pushed her under, she took a hard blow from a rifle butt between her shoulder blades that drove the air from her lungs. She went under moments later and panicked. The guards easily kept her beneath the water and she began breathing it into her lungs. The last thing Candice remembered was the darkness closing in on her.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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