Olivia and the Colonel

"Sir, have you made your choice?"

"Not yet, Lieutenant. Too much of this damned paperwork."

"Perhaps I could assist, sir. I know your preferences: the exotic type, one with fire, so you can break her. You enjoy hurting them, then consoling them. Watching them suffer and beg, resist you. I suggest a young girl with stamina. Intelligent enough for conversation, but with enough spirit to hate you and what you'll do to her. Am I right, sir?" the lieutenant asked, a knowing grin on his face. He was one of my most perceptive men.

"Hmmm... sounds about right," I mused. I had a habit of making my slaves submissive, breaking their will and turning them into meek, obedient dolls for my pleasure. I had always liked them that way. I sold my favourite, Barbara, when the campaign began. There were enough prisoners and junior officers to fuck and abuse. But now that the campaign was over, perhaps it was time to find one who would warm my bed for the coming months. Yes, she had to be smart. I did enjoy my games, our long discussions, at least when she wasn't screaming or begging. Still, the report had to be finished. The lieutenant could help; his judgment was sound.

"Very well, Lieutenant. Find me a smart and strong-willed girl. And since I'm still expecting to fuck and cane you on our trip back home, you might as well pick one you'll enjoy too. I might even train her to dominate you. What do you think?"

"An interesting proposition, sir. Yes, sir. I'll get right on it." The lieutenant was pleased.

A few hours passed. My patience was wearing thin. "Where is that little cunt you were supposed to be picking out for me?" I shouted from the adjoining room. The lieutenant had not reported back.

"Right here, sir." He shoved a prisoner into the room before me, gripping her arm tightly. She had long black hair falling over her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a pretty, frightened face.

"What is this, Lieutenant? Did I not specify someone with spirit?"

"Oh, she is, sir. A scholar from the University. Two PhDs. A brilliant researcher."

"She doesn't look like much. Look how frightened she is." I studied her. "She’s got something, though. Smart, you say? Come here, little one. Why are you so frightened?"

"Y-you're a Colonel. The Colonel." The girl stammered. Her hands were tied in front of her; she looked dishevelled.

"Colonel David Laurens. That's my name."

"Yes, that's the one." She shivered. The girl was much younger than I, maybe twenty-two. She was dressed like an academic, wearing thick-rimmed glasses. Her breasts were small, perky. I knew I wanted to hear her scream, and that I was going to enjoy fucking her.

"I'm flattered. Why am I so frightening?"

"Everyone has heard of you. What you do with prisoners."

"Well, then. Looks like you just got lucky and I can assure you that the rumours are not even close to the truth."

"Oh, please don't do this." The terror was plain on her face.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. You've done well. You can leave us now." I waved him out. He knew what I wanted. He also knew to leave me alone when I’d set my eyes on a new prey.

But first, I wanted to get to know her. Put her at ease. Because it was much more fun to give them false hope, and, well, this one had to last me quite a while. There was no hurry.

"Tell me your name, sweet thing." I stroked her long, dark hair. It was beautiful. She trembled.

"Olivia. My full name is Olivia Davonpert." She stared at the floor. Her glasses slipped from her nose, and she caught them. I took them from her hand and made her look at me. I loved her eyes. That bright blue against her black hair.

"A pretty name, Olivia. But why so sad? I have chosen you. Do you know how many people would kill for a position like this? Many slaves would love to serve a colonel, but I only want one, and I have picked you. It is an honour."

She sniffled quietly. I wondered if she would cry.

"What did they say about me?"

"That you enjoy hurting people. That you're a violent man. That you rape your prisoners and like to make them cry."

"All of that is true, my darling. And I fully expect to acquaint you with all of my punishments." I leaned in and kissed her, my hand moving to her breast. It was small but firm, the nipple hardening through her dress as I brushed it. I slid my hand inside her blouse, rubbing her bare skin, then unbuttoned it. Her breasts were bare.

"Beautiful," I murmured. "Don't worry, we'll save the real pain for later. How does that sound?" I looked into her eyes. She just shook her head. "Too modest, darling." I lifted her and carried her to the couch, where I stripped her naked. I licked and bit and sucked at her breasts until she was moaning and writhing beneath me, the skin bruised and pink, her nipples swollen. Then I reached between her legs. "You're still dry, hmm that’s a bit of a disappointment my sweet one. Let's see what we can do about that. Open your legs." I pushed two fingers into her pussy, moving them slowly in and out, in and out, and began to kiss her again.

"Tell me more about yourself. You like men, women? Both?"

"N-Neither. I'm... not very experienced."

I was quite shocked. “Are you a virgin?” How lucky was I?

"Um, I'm not a virgin, but, I'm not... well, you're going to find out. Just, just be gentle please?"

"I will, darling. I can be gentle if you please me." I took her clit between my fingers and started stroking it. Her moans grew louder. Soon her back arched off the couch, her hands clenched tight as she screamed.

She lay panting for a moment, but then she noticed I had not stopped stroking her.

"N-nn-no more."

But I did not relent.

"Oh, sweetheart, I get to decide how often you come." I sped up the pace. She began screaming, bucking, trying to escape, but I held her firmly. Soon enough, she had her second orgasm, even stronger than the first. She fell limply on the couch, panting heavily. She looked absolutely gorgeous, flushed and pink.

"I like you already, Olivia." I began stripping my own clothes off. She stared, wide-eyed, at my muscular frame. She seemed afraid, but at the same time her pupils were dilated, her eyes fixed on the huge cock I held in my hand.

"That is never going to fit inside me."

"Oh, don't worry. It'll fit. And it will hurt you very much." I pulled her up so she was leaning on her hands and knees. I reached into her wet pussy with my fingers. "Let's loosen you up a bit." Two, three, four fingers went inside. I curled them, rubbing at her G-spot and making her shudder with unwanted pleasure.

"Oh God, I can't. It's too much, it hurts, oh, oh, ohhh..." She was very, very tight.

"I don't think you've ever been properly fucked before. Now hold still while I get myself ready." I pushed my cock at her entrance. Her legs trembled. And then, with one push, my cockhead slid inside. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and tears started rolling down her face.

"N-nn-no, take it out."

But of course I did not stop. I pushed in more of my length, inch by painful inch, feeling her walls squeeze around my cock as if it had never been stretched this wide. When I was buried to the hilt, she had gone quiet, her sobs caught in her throat.

"See, darling? All in." I began to pull out slowly, her pussy seeming to suck at my cock as I exited. When only the head remained inside, I started pounding into her, hard and fast. She let out a scream and began to beg.

"Please stop, please. I'm too sore. I can't." But I continued, the sounds of her crying such sweet music. Soon I could feel my own orgasm building. I reached between her legs to stroke her clit again, my thrusts getting deeper and harder. "Oh please no, I'm so sensitive."

With one final push, we came at the same time. I spilled my seed deep into her as she shook, her pussy contracting hard on my dick. I lay on her back for a few moments to regain my strength, then pulled my softening length out to watch our mixed fluids leak from her cunt. It looked obscene, and I was glad to see it.

"You're so lovely when you're freshly fucked." I kissed her on the back, then carried her to the bath to get cleaned up.

She did not speak again until I had carried her out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy bathrobe around her.

"Come and sit on my lap."

"Can’t I have some clothes?" she asked as I removed the bathrobe.

"You're my slave. Slaves do not get to wear clothes."

"Oh. You mean I'll be naked all the time?"

"Most of the time, darling. Come and sit."

Reluctantly, she sat sideways across my lap.

"So you are my slave, but I expect to use you for other things. Your intelligence, for one. You will read with me. We will discuss books, philosophy. We can play chess, if you know how. Do you?"

"I do," she replied. Her body tensed when I mentioned books.

"And I like my slave to have perfect etiquette. I will train you to serve food and tea, to kneel beside me and hold my plate, or to be a human footrest while I am working. But above all else, you have to please me sexually. That is your priority. Do you understand? You can forget about those silly ideas of independence, whatever you studied at the university. You are my property now. You might hate me, but you will respect me and worship my body, or you will suffer the consequences." She looked down and nodded.

I tilted her head up to kiss her again, my tongue stroking hers until she was panting. I reached up and pulled on one of her nipples. She winced.

"That hurt. I don't want that." I grabbed both of her nipples and squeezed hard until she cried out.

"That is what I like to hear. The sound of pain, especially yours. You are mine to torture. If I feel like pulling on your nipples until they bleed, that is my choice, and your pain is irrelevant. You know why?"

"No..." she said, her voice trembling. Tears had sprung to her eyes.

"Because your body does not belong to you anymore. Your feelings, your thoughts, they belong to me now." She whimpered.

“Now I like you to tell me what you like and don’t like. So don’t be afraid to speak your mind. I like smart women. If I’m wrong, you tell me.”

“Then please let me go, don’t hurt me anymore.”

"Oh no, you have not experienced pain yet. Wait until you get a real taste of it. Now lie back against my shoulder while I finish this paperwork. Put one arm around me and with the other, gently stroke my cock.” I pulled her back against my body and spread my legs, then placed her hand on my cock.

She stroked me for a time, her hand gentle on my cock while I signed a few more death warrants and reviewed some intelligence. It wasn't long before I was hard again.

“Now play with my balls. And my asshole. I want you to touch my hole, then sniff your fingers and lick them. Keep doing it. I want you to get used to my smell and taste. I like to be rimmed and you will get used to putting your tongue deep in my asshole. I'm a bit of an ass freak, and you will learn to service me properly. Now keep stroking my cock and make sure I stay nice and hard, but don’t you dare make me come yet." She did exactly as I said, tentatively at first, then with more confidence, even pushing a fingertip inside my ass.

I let her play for a time. Her touch was hesitant, but she followed my instructions. She must have thought she was doing a good job, as my cock stayed rock hard. I kissed her occasionally to encourage her. I let out a low groan and pulled her hand away; I did not want to come so quickly. Then I bent her over my lap.

"It's time for a good spanking. I'm going to give your ass a bit of colour. I want it to hurt, but I also want you to make an effort not to cry too much, and I want you to try to keep your legs spread, understood? There, that’s a good girl. Now I’ll make it hurt more if you don't obey me. Oh, and if you think this is bad, it's nothing compared to a good caning. But right now I just want to give you an appetiser before I give that ass of yours a good fucking."