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PART 5
Nothing much happened in the next several days but something was clearly up. Harassed guards ran to and fro on mysterious errands. Scowling Wardens supervised the activities, yelling at the guards and at each other. The prison Commandant appeared once or twice to give speeches about sacrifice and contribution to the war effort; but he looked distracted; as if his mind was elsewhere at the moment.
Aside from De La Peña with his speeches, nobody paid much attention to the prisoners. The girls could’ve had a Lesbian orgy in the middle of the cafeteria and no one would notice. All work in the gym had suspended and the place permanently locked. This meant that the gallows stood empty and inaccessible; no one was being executed. The girls were understandably happy. A majority of them believed that the hangings were over for the foreseeable future; everyone remembered Captain’s remark about executing "too many". His words were certainly true: out of more than sixty prisoners just a few weeks ago only thirty six remained, so at some point the hangings had to stop.
Nadia shared this optimism to some degree but didn’t know how much of it applied to her personally. None of the other girls were repeatedly threatened by the prison’s Number Two officer who could easily convince the Commandant that thirty five heads were not much different from thirty six. Nadia did not estimate her own survival chances to be all that high. But there was nothing she could do about it, so she chose to put this out of her mind and, instead, concentrated on a different question.
What was going on?
Nadia guessed that, whatever the prison administration was up to, it had something to do with their Lesbian witch hunts. The purpose behind this brutal persecution was always puzzled her. Clearly, Captain De La Peña and the regime he represented did not object to the sexual practice itself. His Chief Warden, Sergeant Tatiana Velez, was openly bisexual and he didn’t mind it a bit. But for the prisoners it was a capital offense even to touch another woman. Why? Was it simply a ruse to get as many of them hung as possible? Nadia did not think so. But she couldn’t think of any other reasons. The only thing she knew was that those reasons had to be related to the secret preparations.
At last, the long-awaited day has arrived. The prisoners knew that it was here from various unusual breaks in their normal daily routine. In the morning they were aroused earlier than usual and given an uncommonly solid breakfast. Then they were sent to the showers, where each girl received a small bar of aromatic soap and a surprisingly generous allotment of time. There was no guard in the room to watch the clock—or, for that matter, to demand sex from the prisoners. Come to think of it, no guard had molested a prisoner in quite some time, which, Nadia decided, on the balance did not bode well.
The girls took their sweet time soaking in the luxuriously warm water, splashing it all over their bodies, rubbing fragrant suds into their skin. The first shift didn’t want to leave when the second shift came to replace them, so for a while there were two girls under each shower head. This was sorted out eventually, but by the time both shifts were done bathing, it was already lunchtime.
The lunch was light but filling, and, as an added bonus, everyone smelled good. Unfortunately, after lunch things went downhill. The girls were divided into pairs and herded into toilets, where they were handed big rubber bladders with attached tubes. Those were enemas, and the prisoners were given a disgusting task of sticking them into each other butts.
Nadia was paired off with Patricia Abril, a dusky-skinned, kinky-haired girl whom Nadia didn’t particularly like. "Ow, ow, ouch!! This hurts!!!" protested Patricia, as Nadia poked her little asshole with a nozzle. When it was her turn Patricia took revenge by furiously shoving the hard plastic thing into Nadia’s ass. Nadia didn’t want to disappoint so she pretended to hate this; but in truth she was haughtily indifferent. Patricia’s impotent jabs were nothing compared to the excruciating and glorious penetrations Nadia suffered from Captain De La Peña.
After the sordid business of enemas was over, the girls returned to the showers for a quick wash-up. They were inspected to make sure they were squeaky clean inside and out; then they were gathered in a column and marched to their final destination—the big room. The door the former gym was unlocked and the blinking prisoners were ushered inside.
The big hall looked festive. It was awash in bright lights; its walls gleamed with fresh paint; and its recently shampooed carpet was spotless. The biggest distinctive feature of the room, the gallows, was shining with several coats of best varnish.
The girls were made to form three rows of twelve persons each. The rows were spread out nearly wall to wall, with the distance between neighbors unusually large. This time the order of prisoners was random; and Nadia found herself near the middle of the second row, with Juana Diaz directly in front of her, Katia Jimenez directly behind, and Patricia Abril and Estela Garrido on each side. Patricia was trying to give Nadia an evil eye but Nadia ignored her.
Commandant De La Peña was already waiting for them, along with all three of his Wardens. Once the prisoners were ready, he started his speech, which was very similar to all the other speeches he ever gave. For a while he paced before the front row, hands behind the back, without saying a word. Abruptly, he declared that war was a harsh business and that it was time for the prisoners to pitch in and help out. He explained the prisoners were expected to start contributing to the war effort. Every one of them had a job to do for their country, particularly for the country’s finest representatives: the armed forces. The girls heard it all before and were still none the wiser to what it actually meant for them.
Nadia spaced out for a stretch, so it took her a while to realize that she was hearing something else underneath the familiar drone of De La Peña’s voice—something like persistent hum punctuated by occasional rumbles. At first Nadia did not know what the new noise was, then it suddenly came to her: buses! Many buses arriving in the courtyard. Nadia panicked. She remembered all too well what usually happened during such unannounced visits. Soldiers running down the corridors, shooting in all directions, as they took over the prison in the course of yet another coup d’etat. Nadia braced herself, preparing to throw herself at the ground at the first opportunity. But nothing happened. The doors didn’t burst open before screaming and shooting men. There was some screeching of brakes and slamming of doors; then it stopped.
De La Peña did not appear worried; however, he did cut his speech short and hurriedly left the room, leaving Tatiana in charge. Minutes passed. The girls waited apprehensively. After a while they heard male voices echoing though the corridors. The door opened and De La Peña strode into the room followed closely by an Army Colonel. The voices in the corridors got quite loud but remained behind the doors.
The Colonel, a grey-haired man dressed in a scruffy field uniform, did not seem to be in the least surprised by rows of naked females. He gave the prisoners a businesslike look-over and started counting them. After he finished with the count he turned to the Commandant.
"So few?" he demanded. "Where are the rest?"
"They had to be liquidated," said De La Peña evenly.
The Colonel raised his eyebrows. "That many perverts?"
"Yes sir," said the Captain. "We tried to be thorogh."
The Colonel harrumphed. "Hrrmm. Nice job weeding out the rotten and the corrupt…I suppose. But now we don’t have enough suitable warm bodies. What I see here today is far too few." He scratched his head. "I’ll tell you what. From now on, you are not allowed to let the number of prisoners fall below the current one. Thirty six shall be the absolute minimum population in this prison. That’s an order."
"Understood," said the Captain.
An excited murmur rose from the prisoners. No more executions for sure! The Colonel just told the Commandant to keep each of them alive!
Nadia risked a glance at Tatiana and found her enemy glaring straight at her with barely suppressed fury. Nadia shivered under such gaze; but at the same time both of them knew that no matter how angry Tatiana was, she could not gainsay a direct order from a superior officer. There was nothing she could do to Nadia anymore!
Nadia sighed with relief. With one less threat hanging over her head, the future suddenly looked a lot brighter.
"Very well," said Colonel. "Now let’s get on with it." He strode toward the entrance and poked a head outside. "Come on in, boys!"
At his words a great mass of humanity poured into the hall. The girls watched wide-eyes as dozens and dozens of men began to march through the doors. As they came inside they would rapidly arrange themselves in tight ranks along the farther wall, making way for the new arrivals who kept on coming and coming in a neverending stream. These were obviously soldiers; common soldiers of various grades. It was hard to tell which grades or even which services these men belonged to, as none of them wore a uniform. In fact, they wore nothing at all.
The girls gaped. Never in their lives had they seen so many hard cocks at the same time.
The soldiers kept on coming in; there were hundreds of them in the room now, and more in the corridors. Some of the men noticed the gallows in the background and gave it a puzzled look. But the great majority had eyes only for the naked women before them. They ogled unabashedly; some even climbed the shoulders of the guys in front of them in order to see better. Nadia couldn’t remember the last time she felt so thoroughly undressed. Despite herself she began to blush. Nor was she alone. Great many prisoners, who thought they were by now used to enforced nudity, wilted with embarrassment under so many male stares. The only girl to show no sign of discomfort from the situation was, predictably, Estela Garrido. The former prostitute looked positively jovial and smiled cheerfully at every man paying her any attention.
At last the Colonel halted the flow to the disappointment of those still outside. The prisoners were ordered to go down on their hands and knees; suddenly Nadia was grateful for the carpet on the floor. There were no speeches or formal introductions. No need to spell this out—by now the girls understood perfectly well what kind of contribution to the nation’s defense they were expected to make.
"First rank…assume position!" bellowed the Colonel. Twelve soldiers separated from the mass of their fellows and approached the twelve girls in first row of prisoners. Each man placed himself before the girl of his choice; then, without much warning or ceremony, they seized their girls by the hair and pushed cocks into their mouths.
The air filled with muffled female cries. This was a new experience for everyone, even such an expert cocksucker as Isabela Aguirre. Isabela was the girl chosen to suck off a guard in the showers on the fateful day of the coup. Now Nadia could see her on the far right of the first row, attempting a gentle tease of a soldier’s cock. The young man would have none of it—he grabbed both of Isabela’s ears and in one fell swoop pushed his cock most of the way into her throat. Isabela gagged and sputtered. Nadia made a mental note to herself: no games.
"Second rank…assume positions!" A dozen soldiers jogged into the gap between the first and the second row. Nadia, who was in the middle of the second row, watched them run toward her, their cocks bouncing stiffly. She prepared to feel one of these cocks deep in her throat very shortly and even opened her mouth in resigned anticipation. But the men never came near the second row; indeed, they turned their backs to it. After a moment’s confusion Nadia understood. She had to admit it made sense: a woman has two ends and can serve two men at the same time, thus doubling the turnover.
The soldiers approached the first row of prisoners from behind and went to their knees. The soldiers must have received the lecture about the risk of pregnancies, because each of them placed his cock against the girls’ buttholes. The girls were not aware of this yet; they were exceedingly busy having their mouths stuffed with cock. What came next, came as a great surprise to them. The men’s sexual technique was simple: push hard, and if that does not work, push harder. The muffled cries suddenly got much louder. To say that the girls were uncomfortable was an understatement; but all they could do was squirm and groan incomprehensively. Before too long, each girl had her back entrance forced open. The first row of prisoners had begun their contribution to the war effort.
For half a minute Nadia watched the girl in front of her, Juana Diaz, being skewered by a soldier. His narrow hairy ass hovered over her smooth broad one; their legs, hers inside, his outside, made a kind of double arch. The arches were connected on top by a straight, thick column of the man’s cock, which began below his dangling sack and quickly disappeared into the girl’s asshole. Below that overstuffed, unnaturally widened hole stretched the dark vertical groove of her empty pussy.
Nadia’s fascination was interrupted by a command. "Third rank…assume position!" More naked soldiers strode into the gap between the first and the second row. Nadia tried to get a good view of one who was meant to be hers; but she was too low near the floor to see his face well. Then he was right above her, and Nadia lifted her head trying to get a better look. But all she could see was his balls and cock right before her eyes and a little bit of hairy chest in the distance.
He pushed his cock against her lips and Nadia obligingly opened her mouth. With a violent jerk the soldier thrust himself in, as though he wanted to climb inside her. Nadia gagged and coughed. Helping with the war effort was not going to be easy.
"Fourth rank…assume position!" Uh-oh. Now came the truly painful part. Nadia could not see the man who took her from behind; she could not turn her head without letting go of the cock in her mouth, and she did not dare to let go. Her first contact with her second lover came when his rough calloused hands grasped her buttocks and spread them like pages in a book. She felt his cock against the sensitive skin around her little butthole. He pushed. She made herself relax. Suddenly he was in; and Nadia clenched her muscles around his cock. It hurt a little; but Nadia’s been in this place before. Her ass has been stuffed repeatedly by bigger cocks than this. After a moment, Nadia felt almost comfortable.
Nadia’s neighbor to the right, Patricia Abril, was having a much worse experience. Perhaps the man she was dealt was thicker than usual, or perhaps she was just sensitive that way, but the process of insertion was an ordeal, both for her and for the soldier. "Owww, owwww, mmmm-owww!" cried Patricia through the cock in her mouth, as the man behind her tried to force himself past her sphincter. He finally achieved by widening her hole with the help of two fingers. Patricia howled with pain, then kept whimpering, as the cock forced its slow, excruciating way into her rectum.
While the man in the back was making progress, the man in front felt deprived of attention. He dealt with it by grabbing the girl by the head and shoving his hips forward. Her face slammed into his belly; his cock plunged all the way into her throat. That got her attention all right. The girl blacked out for a second and would’ve fallen over if she wasn’t being held on both sides. The man in front swore: the momentarily unconscious Patricia bit on his cock.
At that moment Nadia noticed Captain De La Peña standing a short distance away, studying the scene caused by Patricia Abril. In his hands he had a notebook. He looked at Patricia a moment longer and then started to make notes.
The fifth batch of soldiers was called to duty and then the sixth. Shortly after, the girls in the third row began their service to the Homeland. Nadia could not turn around to look, but she could readily imagine her lovely Katia sandwiched between two soldiers. The image was not unpleasant. Nadia realized that Katia, who was right behind her, must have watched her girlfriend being buttfucked—just like Nadia herself watched Juana Diaz. For some reason the thought made Nadia tingle inside. She hoped Katia enjoyed the view.
A sudden salty taste on her tongue brought Nadia back to her own situation. The cock in Nadia’s mouth shot its load, and, seconds later, so did the one in her ass. The spent cocks withdrew to be replaced by fresh ones. Lees than a minute of vigorous frictions and these cocks exploded as well, to be replaced in succession by the third, the fourth, the fifth sets… The boys were horny and did not last long, but there were so many of them. After the thirtieth or so set of cocks Nadia had lost count.
By that point the anal insertion had become completely painless: the semen left behind by earlier cocks served as a pretty good lube. This much semen was a problem though. Nadia was very sure that the Commandant did not want stains on his carpet, so she religiously swallowed all loads deposited in her mouth. However, there was nothing she could do about her ass, which was by now overflowing. Rivers of thick, warm fluid spilled out of Nadia’s anus, oozing down her pussy lips, dripping down her legs, and at last collecting in a puddle on the floor. Nadia saw similar puddles appear under Juana Diaz and other women of the first row. She fervently hoped that they wouldn’t be punished for this. As she watched, the soldier above Juana started to shoot his cum into her ass. Immediately, a fountain of his and other men’s sperm spurted out of her asshole, escaping around the edges of his cock. Nadia didn’t get to see the rest; her vision was blocked as she was forced to suck a new cock.
The soldiers no longer approached the girls in ranks. A long queue snaked around the room and went out of the doors; once a guy busted his nut, his place was immediately taken by the first in line. Nadia had an impression that most men were going right back at the end of the queue for sloppy seconds. Nadia could not tell what her partners looked like—most of the time she was unable to lift her eyes above their waists—but she was fairly certain she’d recognize a man if he used her a second time. Their attitudes were so amusingly different.
Some men fucked as if it were military drill. They thrust their cocks into a woman as if they were stabbing her with a bayonet, and they shot their load as though they were shooting bullets. Having defeated the enemy, they marched away. Others were distracted. When two such men met at the opposite ends of the same girl, they would often shake hands over her body and talk about something completely unrelated to sex, even as they pumped the girl silly. Some soldiers were kind and considerate; most were indifferent. A few were deliberately cruel. Nadia sucked a guy who turned out to be such. He wasn’t content with just slapping her face and pulling her hair, all of a sudden he began choking her. Luckily the man came less than a minute later; but even so, by that time Nadia was seeing stars. Patricia Abril was abused even worse. One of the soldiers who fucked her in the ass decided that she wriggled too much. Bending forward, he slammed a fist into her lower stomach, making the girl double in agony. Then he did it again, just to enjoy the sensation of her ass tightening with shock. After that Patricia could not get up from a floor for more than ten minutes.
Such extreme treatment was uncommon though. Most men were pretty decent, even if not overly concerned with the girls’ welfare. Much to her surprise, Nadia discovered that she didn’t mind being used by them. The idea of serving as a helpless fuck toy for hundreds of soldiers was still horrifying but also perversely exciting. Most of the other girls, aside from Patricia and a handful like her, seemed to feel the same way. And why not? So many eager men with hard, explosive cocks, waiting patiently for their turn to fuck you—what’s not to like? The girls were visibly warming up to their role, going from tolerating the experience to actively enjoying it; and occasional abuses only seemed to stoke the enthusiasm.
Nadia swallowed the newest sperm deposit, savoring the taste and the texture. The man took off, and, before the next one took his place, Nadia had a momentary view of Juana Diaz’s ass, all drenched in juice and stuffed with fat cock. The girl’s buttcheeks were flushed; Nadia could see that she enjoyed the spitting. Nadia heard a girl at the back moan lustily; that could’ve been Katia. None of them should have taken such pleasure in this—but they did! It occurred to Nadia that this was not an accident.
Nadia looked around the room. All the women here were survivors—fortunate survivors of a brutal culling process. It seemed random but really wasn’t. Instead, Nadia could see it now, it was deliberately guided by the Commandant and his people. This was the real reason behind the Lesbian witch hunt. The Captain and his team were intentionally selecting for women who enjoyed being with men—and weeding out the others.
Someone stuck a cock deep into Nadia’s throat. As she massaged the cockhead with her tonsils, Nadia allowed herself to reminisce. She remembered methods used for the weeding: naked corpses dangling inertly above the floor, made faceless by black plastic that encased their heads. All this for a mere kiss, a caress, or even something more innocent. This was the part that irked her, if irked was the right word for what she felt. There used to be one or two hard-core dykes at Santa Margarita, but a great majority of women who ended up hanged for Lesbianism were only curious or frustrated. They weren’t man-haters; they simply lacked sexual outlet. Captain De La Peña must have known this but he did not seem to care. Many women were strung up on a merest shadow of suspicion, because the Captain thought nothing about sending to the noose ten perfectly straight girls as long as there was a possibility that he managed to nail one queer. And, of course, De La Peña’s assistants were corrupt psychos who pursued personal vendettas against prisoners. That hasn’t helped the survival rate either.
Well, it was over now, this unnatural selection. They overextended, hung too many—the Colonel said so! From now on the number of prisoners was to remain steady. This meant no more executions! Not even one. Nadia herself and other girls who managed to survive—Katia!—from now on had a guarantee of security. She’d laugh with joy if her mouth wasn’t occupied right now. They were safe!
A string of giggles coming from Nadia’s left side interrupted her ruminations. Nadia shifted her eyes into that direction and saw that the source of hilarity was her neighbor Estela Garrido. The former high-price prostitute was having a time of her life. She no longer stood on all fours like everyone else but instead lay back with legs high in the air. A soldier kneeled between Estela’s thighs, holding her by the calves. Her feet rested on his shoulders and her ass was firmly pressed against his lap. She was as thoroughly impaled on his cock as a turkey on a roaster. Another soldier sat on Estela’s chest, his weight flattening her tits to pancakes. He playfully slapped his cock on her lips and nose, and the giggles were directed at him. Behind the trio, unnoticed by them, Captain De La Peña was writing something in his notebook.
The man who sat on Estela’s chest stopped the giggles by dipping his cock into her mouth. Estela expertly enveloped both cock and balls and turned on the suction, while at the same time worming a finger into his ass.
The poor slob was not equipped to withstand such an assault. Mere seconds later he ejected his load in several great spurts, his body shaking as if in fever. Squeezed dry at last, he lurched to his feet. Estela caught his eye, gave him a bright spermy smile, and ostentatiously licked her dirty finger. Captain De La Peña stopped writing for a moment, studied Estela face, then added another note.
Nadia’s hands and knees ached from standing in the same position for hours. She decided that it was time to imitate Estela Garrido and lie down, and if they punish her for that, so be it. Nadia waited until both her holes were temporarily free of foreign objects, then rapidly spun around and dropped on her back. Estela noticed Nadia’s maneuver and winked at her. Just then an especially big and hairy solder lifted Nadia by the ankles and bent her backwards until her body was folded in two, with her knees next to her ears. Without giving her time to get used to this position he speared her ass all the way to the balls.
Another soldier squatted over Nadia’s face. In a moment his cock was lodged deep in her throat. Nadia couldn’t help but make involuntary swallowing motions. The man had a long cock but he made it completely disappear in Nadia’s mouth. His balls rested on her nose; his pubic hair tickled her chin. This was less than comfortable for Nadia; so to hurry him along she tried Estela’s finger-in-the-ass gambit. The soldier immediately slapped away her hand but nevertheless started to ejaculate. Nadia swallowed the jizz, then took a deep breath. She tried to catch Estela’s eye again but her neighbor was busy servicing yet another pair of men. One of them sat on her face, which, Nadia knew by now, was not easy for a woman. Estela showed no signs of discomfort. Nadia saw that now there was a whole separate line of men, all of whom were waiting for their turn with Estela.
Now that’s a real pro, thought Nadia. No one knew better than Estela how to satisfy a horny mob; and no one loved it more. She was always like this. Back in the days when other girls tried hard to avoid being fucked by the guards Estela happily volunteered. Nadia used to think it strange. The guards were rude, uncouth, and often drunk; they would make you suck their dicks or take you in the ass. Nadia found them revolting and could not understand why Estela enjoyed being used in this way. And now Nadia herself was used much worse by hordes of rude, uncouth, and very likely drunk soldiers—and she was happy with it! I had turned into Estela Garrido, Nadia thought. How did that happen?
For some reason Nadia felt the need to seek out the Commandant. He moved since the last Nadia saw him; he was no longer watching Estela but instead stood behind Veronica Ribas in the third row, frowning and writing something into his notebook. Beyond him loomed the gallows: empty, silent, ominous. This juxtaposition—the gallows, with austere Captain, and the pornographic spectacle of naked women buggered by soldiers, cum flying in all direction—gave Nadia her answer. It was Captain De La Peña who changed her, changed them all. Using a blunt but effective tool—a credible threat of humiliating death in the noose—he brought to surface something dark but exhilarating. When a girl could be killed any day, it gave her powerful thirst for life’s pleasures at their most extreme. And when she was denied even the most basic sexual release, her darkest desires were bound to break through…
Nadia felt a painful pinch on her ass; a reminder not to get distracted. She complied with alacrity. It was getting late. The crowds were visibly thinner; most of the soldiers had already left. In the courtyard outside an engine would wake to life, then grow fainter with distance; another bus departing. A man was watching Nadia, has been doing that for a long time. This guy did not look like other soldiers. He was a short, balding man in his fifties; likely a civilian, perhaps a driver or a cook. His status was obviously low; all evening he was being mercilessly shoved aside by military types. But he waited patiently and watched Nadia like a hawk.
The hairy soldier, after laboring in Nadia’s ass for seemingly an hour, had finally shot his rather modest load. It must have been his third or fourth today. He lingered inside Nadia, enjoying the last of the treat. Finally he withdrew his cock and ambled to the exit, walking funnily as if his balls were hurting him. Nadia remained momentarily alone. The puny bald man seized the opportunity and sprung toward her. Of the two available holes he selected the rear one. Nadia chortled dismissively as he poked his tiny pecker into her ass. But a second later her smirk faltered; and in another second her face assumed a stunned expression. The man who mounted Nadia was short, bony, and old; his face was ugly as ape’s; his cock laughably small. Yet for all drawbacks of his age and appearance, he had one advantage. He knew something about women.
For hours, Nadia had her ass plumbed by an uncounted number of cocks. She was thoroughly used to this by now; she even found it an arousing experience. Having her rectum filled with man-meat felt so natural that she forgot about her other hole. But the little man remembered.
He was forbidden to stuff his cock into a pussy…but he was free to use his fingers. And he knew how to use them. He quickly found the clit, and Nadia’s breath caught short. His digits were soft, warm, and insistent. As he caressed the clit with one finger, he used the other four fingers of the same hand to penetrate the cavern. Nadia reflexively moved her body closer to him, impaling herself even deeper both on his fingers and on his cock. No longer had that thing in her ass seemed so ridiculous; on the contrary, now it felt wonderful to hold it within her body. Suddenly the room got hot. Nadia’s womb melted; warm juice poured down her inner thighs, washing away crusted cum of many men. Her nipples got warm and heavy; soon they felt as if they were about to explode. As if he read her mind, the little man reached up and squeezed a nipple, making Nadia gasp with pleasure. The sound attracted the attention of Captain De La Peña and his notebook, and for a while Nadia desperately tried to suppress her reactions. Who knew what the prison Commandant would make of them? But she could not resist for long. She could not help but voice her lust.
The small man was pumping Nadia’s ass and stroking her pussy at the same time. One moment he gently nipped and at tugged at Nadia’s clit and the sensitive flesh around it; the next he pushed most of his fist into her vagina and turned his arm this way and that, giving Nadia an exquisite internal massage. Faster and faster he went, driving the girl with him. For someone so scrawny he had a remarkable amount of energy; yet so far he showed no sign of ejaculating. Being older, he could control such things. Nadia squirmed and moaned under his touch. Her vaginal muscles stiffened around his hand; even her asshole, loosened by so many cocks, was back to its original tightness. Feeling himself squeezed, the man buried himself deeper in Nadia’s ass, and this simple motion brought her over the edge.
"I am coming," whispered Nadia. Unable to contain the feeling, she cried out at the top of her lungs, "Oh God!!!" Nadia’s voice echoed around the room. Her voice echoed from the walls, and, as if by an unspoken command, every head in the room snapped toward her. Nadia saw the Captain lift his pen and start making a long entry in his notebook. Nadia wanted to bite her tongue; she did not mean to bring attention to herself in this way. But any control she had over her actions was gone, and her fear only added the excitement. The man was cumming in her ass. His every spurt reverberated in her bowels, causing warm and sticky orgasmic waves that made Nadia shudder in ecstasy and expel air in loud screams of pleasure…
It took a full minute for Nadia’s head to clear. Nadia’s ass and pussy were now empty; the little man was gone and the wonderful sensations he created for Nadia were only memories. But the screams continued. For one single confusing moment Nadia thought that it was she who still screamed, that her loss of control was worse that she thought. Then she realized that the voice she was hearing, though very familiar, was not her own. All heads were still turned in one direction; however, this time they weren’t looking at Nadia but somewhere behind her. Captain De La Peña no longer paid Nadia any attention but instead focused on the same spot as everybody else, while furiously adding notes. Nadia turned around to see for herself.
It was Katia, of course. Nadia recognized that voice even before she looked. And, from certain cadences and overtones in the voice of a woman she knew so well, Nadia had a fair idea of what was going on. Peeking back only confirmed her guess: Nadia’s girlfriend was in the middle of a massive orgasm.
Katia was being fucked in the ass. Her cheeks were flushed; sweat poured down her back. Her eyes blazed, as she emitted high, hoarse screeches in time with anal thrusts. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched involuntarily around the hard meat. Nadia looked at the man who had succeeded in unlocking such passion and was surprised to see that he wasn’t a talented operator like the one who just gave Nadia such a great time but only an average clueless young soldier. The boy kept his hands at his sides as he sluggishly pumped Katia’s ass. He looked as bewildered as anyone at the wild reaction his desultory plumbing job seemed to produce. He certainly wasn’t doing anything different than dozens of men before him. It must have been that his cock, like the proverbial last straw that broke the camel’s back, woke up something within Katia. Nadia marveled: her friend had just become one of the rare women able to experience purely anal orgasms.
When he was close to completion, the soldier decider to switch positions and complete his job into Katia’s opposite hole. He did not budge himself but instead turned the girl around. Or rather, he nudged her lightly and Katia instantly whirled back. He placed the tip of his cock on her tongue; she immediately gulped down the whole shaft. The screams had stopped, but Katia’s orgasm did not subside. Instead, it blossomed. Katia trembled from neck to toes as if possessed; torrents of juice ran between her legs. She grasped fistfuls of carpet and made a good attempt at tearing them out. Nadia felt a stab of jealousy. In all the months of their relationship, no matter how gentle and skillful she was, only once or twice did she manage to bring her lover to such condition. But here apparently all it took was a simple ass-to-mouth maneuver.
The intensity of orgasm made Katia slightly crazy—now the girl was literally trying to ingest the meat. It was as though Katia tried to swallow the man whole, starting with his cock. She stuffed as much of him in her mouth as could fit; and then she stuffed more. She choked; she gurgled and coughed; but she pushed herself further and further. She wasn’t doing that just to please him; her frenzy drove her on and on. Soon the guy’s whole length disappeared in Katia’s maw; but she still wasn’t satisfied. She caught his balls with her tongue and guided them to her lips. A moment of incredible suction—and the balls were inside as well. Captain De La Peña nodded to himself and added a sentence to his report.
The soldier could not withstand such furious assault. He growled, the only visible sign that he was coming. The sperm disappeared down Katia’s gullet without ever seeing the light of day. Katia’s body shook as her orgasm spent itself in random convulsions, and Nadia became afraid that her girlfriend would bite the guy’s manhood right off. Instead Katia went glassy-eyed and slack-jawed. The soldier, too, stood stock still and stared straight ahead as if in a daze. Katia let the balls fall out of her mouth; but the cock stayed, shrinking gradually. Suddenly the man woke up, quickly pulled out his still half-erect member, and beat a hasty retreat. It took Katia longer to come to her senses. She slowly closed her mouth, dribbling saliva on her tits; blinked a few times; then abruptly noticed the attention and turned bright red.
Nadia smiled at Katia, who gratefully smiled back. The stares Katia got from the other girls were more amazed than friendly. The girls had the freedom to look around, since most of them, Nadia included, had nothing to do. The queue of men was no more, as most of them had left long ago. The few remaining soldiers kept only a handful of prisoners still occupied.
A soldier finished his business into poor Patricia Abril’s much mutilated asshole. He slapped the girl for a good measure; then withdrew, leaving her muttering in acute discomfort. Nadia looked up at the high round windows under the ceiling. It was dark outside. Nadia stretched and yawned. This was a long day and Nadia felt tired as a dog. But she didn’t mind this kind of exhaustion. She had more cock today than in all of her life up to now! It felt surprisingly good to be ridden by so many men, to get them to blow their hot loads inside her. If only one of them, just one, was allowed to stretch her pussy…
The very last soldier jerked off his final drops onto Isabela Aguirre’s tongue, then promptly left. The Colonel was gone shortly afterward, immediately followed by Tatiana. Many girls got to their feet preparing to depart as well, but the order never came. They waited. The Commandant did not appear to be in any hurry, nor did he consider it necessary to volunteer any information.
Tatiana returned half an hour later with more guards in tow. The girls wondered at that. They only had time to raise their eyebrows and shrug at each other when they heard noises from outside. First came the familiar wooshing sound of arriving buses. It was followed by a deafening roar that shook the walls and startled the prisoners, and that marked the arrival of heavy troop carriers. After a minute the corridors rumbled with stomping of many feet. The door opened, admitting the same Colonel who supervised the earlier proceedings. He looked a little tired; but sharp; and he changed into a fresh uniform. However, the men who entered after him had no uniforms at all.
Nadia sighed and shook her head. This was looking to be a long, arduous night…
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