warm mouth enfolding his straining sex. It was heavenly! He looked down with wild elation at the sight of the proud, elegant gringa on her knees before him, her mouth stuffed with his big stiff prick.
Forcing Agent Channing to give him a blowjob had seemed to satisfy the Major’s lust, or maybe it was just that they were under orders not to further violate the prisoners. The girls speculated about the meaning of the soldiers’ strange behavior as they lay in their sweltering tent, fearful in the jungle darkness, and not at all sure of the effectiveness of their “protectors,” whom the girls suspected would run off at the first sign of trouble. And the jungle held many dangers. The first night they didn’t sleep at all, but huddled together in the darkness, terrified by the shrieks and cries of jungle beasts.
Of course there were a few incidents, the inevitable contact necessary when three desirable women were thrown into such close company with four horny soldiers in an isolated jungle. Answering the call of nature posed its unique problems. Not of course, for the men. At each rest stop they would casually unzip and let fly with a luxurious spray of urine directed at the local fauna, while watching their prisoners to see if they were being observed. And if one of the girls was caught looking, there would be a chorus of crowing and joking as the exposed penis was shaken in her direction to the great amusement of the crude soldiers, who would then grab their crotches and buck their hips at the women laughing uproariously.
While the soldiers took great delight in these rest stops, the girls began to dread them, not so much for the clownish behavior of those simple peasant soldiers, but because when they had to pee, they were forced to ask ‘the toy soldier’ for permission. And he made a great deal out of the ritual, seeking to humiliate the poor girl who came to him, forcing her to make her humble request before all the men, and then in the most explicit terms. Even then, she was denied a trip into the bushes, under the obviously flimsy pretext that she might try to escape. Therefore, the petitioner was forced to drop her shorts, to squat and urinate publicly, right out there in the bright sun, under the leering eyes of their guards. Soon the girls were able to numb themselves even to this indignity.
By now they felt that nothing could shock them. It seemed that each day of their captivity, there was some fresh indignity to be endured. So it was hardly surprising when, on their third day on the trail, the little convoy suddenly lurched to a stop near a clear mountain stream. The captives heard the sound of falling water, and looked out to find a bubbling waterfall feeding a large, inviting pool, crystal clear, and surrounded by lush green vegetation, no more than twenty tantalizing feet away.
After hours in the oven-like cave of the canvas-covered truck bed, the girls emerged flushed and hot and drenched with sweat. They felt dreadfully unclean: hair, dirty and matted; faces and bodies streaked with dust. The prisoners were allowed to get out of the truck and stretch their legs, but were told to remain by the side of the trail, as their captors, tearing off dusty uniforms with much whooping and hollering, raced up to plunge into the cool inviting waters.
The women watched with envy as the naked soldiers splashed around joyfully, like eager boys, playfully dunking each other, only to emerge sputtering, shaking water everywhere, shouting and splashing happily in the cool, bracing water. When finally, they were ordered out of the pond, they stood nude on the edge, strutting and preening in front of the women while they toweled off their naked bodies, and slowly went about retrieving strewn pieces of their uniforms.
Once his men were fully dressed, the Major declared that if the women asked politely, he might be disposed grant them permission for a few minutes in the pond. By now the captives well knew that when the
Forcing Agent Channing to give him a blowjob had seemed to satisfy the Major’s lust, or maybe it was just that they were under orders not to further violate the prisoners. The girls speculated about the meaning of the soldiers’ strange behavior as they lay in their sweltering tent, fearful in the jungle darkness, and not at all sure of the effectiveness of their “protectors,” whom the girls suspected would run off at the first sign of trouble. And the jungle held many dangers. The first night they didn’t sleep at all, but huddled together in the darkness, terrified by the shrieks and cries of jungle beasts.
Of course there were a few incidents, the inevitable contact necessary when three desirable women were thrown into such close company with four horny soldiers in an isolated jungle. Answering the call of nature posed its unique problems. Not of course, for the men. At each rest stop they would casually unzip and let fly with a luxurious spray of urine directed at the local fauna, while watching their prisoners to see if they were being observed. And if one of the girls was caught looking, there would be a chorus of crowing and joking as the exposed penis was shaken in her direction to the great amusement of the crude soldiers, who would then grab their crotches and buck their hips at the women laughing uproariously.
While the soldiers took great delight in these rest stops, the girls began to dread them, not so much for the clownish behavior of those simple peasant soldiers, but because when they had to pee, they were forced to ask ‘the toy soldier’ for permission. And he made a great deal out of the ritual, seeking to humiliate the poor girl who came to him, forcing her to make her humble request before all the men, and then in the most explicit terms. Even then, she was denied a trip into the bushes, under the obviously flimsy pretext that she might try to escape. Therefore, the petitioner was forced to drop her shorts, to squat and urinate publicly, right out there in the bright sun, under the leering eyes of their guards. Soon the girls were able to numb themselves even to this indignity.
By now they felt that nothing could shock them. It seemed that each day of their captivity, there was some fresh indignity to be endured. So it was hardly surprising when, on their third day on the trail, the little convoy suddenly lurched to a stop near a clear mountain stream. The captives heard the sound of falling water, and looked out to find a bubbling waterfall feeding a large, inviting pool, crystal clear, and surrounded by lush green vegetation, no more than twenty tantalizing feet away.
After hours in the oven-like cave of the canvas-covered truck bed, the girls emerged flushed and hot and drenched with sweat. They felt dreadfully unclean: hair, dirty and matted; faces and bodies streaked with dust. The prisoners were allowed to get out of the truck and stretch their legs, but were told to remain by the side of the trail, as their captors, tearing off dusty uniforms with much whooping and hollering, raced up to plunge into the cool inviting waters.
The women watched with envy as the naked soldiers splashed around joyfully, like eager boys, playfully dunking each other, only to emerge sputtering, shaking water everywhere, shouting and splashing happily in the cool, bracing water. When finally, they were ordered out of the pond, they stood nude on the edge, strutting and preening in front of the women while they toweled off their naked bodies, and slowly went about retrieving strewn pieces of their uniforms.
Once his men were fully dressed, the Major declared that if the women asked politely, he might be disposed grant them permission for a few minutes in the pond. By now the captives well knew that when the
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