Needless to say, in the world after the Great Female Takeover, war is a woman's game. Far from the mess and slaughter that men used to something, the warfare of women was an orderly and civilized business. Truly the extension of politics rather than just an excuse to fulfill your primal aggressions. It's about keeping peace, most of all.
That said, there's no reason it could not be fun as well.
During military operation, the MPs have done some arrests among the civilian population. Well . . . one arrest. There had been this one particular young man who had attracted their attention. He had looked very suspicious... suspiciously attractive. In fact, if being ridiculously hot would have been an international crime this boy would have been wanted all over the world. In a way, he was . . .
So they'd snatched him without second thought.
Then, with the suspect taken back to headquarters, it was to decide what to next do with him.
"So," said Corporal Reese, looking at the boy on his knees with his head bowed down, hands cuffed behind his back. "What now? You girls wanna fuck him already?" She leered down at him. Looking mighty edible in the that tight tank top and short shorts. Little slut. "Goddess knows I'd love to."
"Yeah," Sergeant Schiffer chimed in. "Wouldn't we all. But better follow the protocol and notify the senior officers about the prisoner. After all, they're gonna wanna play with him too."
"Mmmm," said Private Kovač, grinning. "An interrogation?
There was a dark gleam in Schiffer's smiling eyes. "I do believe he needs one. He's hiding something."
"Guess just intern him for now, then. Let's get him ready. Alright!" Reese gave him a light kick in the side. "Up you get."
They proceeded to remove the cuffs. Then, as they went for his clothes, the prisoner hedged.
Reese slapped him hard across the face. "Keep still!"
Schiffer produced the baton they'd used on him once already. Making it buzz next to his face. "You need another dose of this do ya?" She grinned. "No, I didn't think so. Now hold still while we strip you, like a good boy."
As they'd figured, he had a very nice body. VERY nice. The looks they shared revealed what they were all thinking.
Once in her birthday suit, Kovač shoved him hard in the back. "Ok, move!"
They could not keep their eyes off his tight body as they walked him to the holding cells in the basement. Truly, they had made an important arrest today. They would most certainly be commended. But then work well done was its own reward.
"You wait here till we need you!" Reese said as they shoved him in his cell. She scanned him up and down. "It won't be long, I can guarantee that."
They closed the heavy door, and as Schiffer leaned her back on it, a big, wicked grin came upon her. Shared by the others. "Oh. My. God."
The soldiers laughed.
"Oh yeah," she said. "They're definitely gonna wanna interrogate him!"
"Alright," said Major Hoff, marching behind the young soldiers. "Let's see this dream boy of yours."
"You won't be disappointed, ma'am," Sergeant Schiffer said. "He's to die for."
"That's what you said about the last one."
"What? He was hot!"
"Well," drawled Hoff, "Different strokes I guess." She considered. "He did have a nice tight ass, though, I'll give him that."
"He sure did!"
They laughed of the memory, his precious fussing and fighting as they'd taken turns reaming him.
"Here
we go," said Schiffer as they arrived at the cell door. Motioning at
the peephole. "Take a look." She was looking at Hoff, grinning with the
corner of her bottom lip between her teeth, as though eagerly
anticipating her reaction.
Hoff moved
aside the shutter in front of the peephole and pressed her eye on it to
see into the cell. A tall and tan young man with dark, semi-curly hair
lay there on his back on a cot his big eyes staring at the ceiling. He
had one hand on his rippling abs and a limp cock resting across his
thigh, and a--
Hoff removed her face from the peephole and replaced the shutter. "Open this door!"
The
young soldiers giggled.
"Told you," said Sergeant Schiffer as she fitted a key into the lock.
As they stormed in, the boy came abruptly to his feet, backing up as far
as he could. He was trying to cover up his junk. A most becoming look
of fear on his immaculate features.
"Why is he still standing?" Hoff demanded.
Kovač and Reese immediately rushed the kid and brought him roughly to his knees.
Major
Hoff sure did love seeing a pretty young man on his knees like this.
His cute noises of distress as he was roughly womanhandled did not hurt a
bit, either. "Put a leash on him," she said. "I want to see him
crawl."
Once in a leash, Corporal Reese
pulled him roughly into the hallway, the other soldiers following.
"There you go, little bitch! Told you it wouldn't be long. Now it's time
to play."
Private Kovač knelt down,
grabbed a handful of his thick hair and twisted his lovely face upward,
such a cute expression of distress on it. "You look so incredibly sexy
down there. Just where a slut like you belongs." Then she shoved the
face down, almost to the floor.
Reese placed her jackboot underneath the face and Kovač pressed him against it. "Kiss it!" she ordered. "Now!"
While
the boy did as told, Sergeant Schiffer was feeling up his nice ass.
Then her hand went for his cock and balls. "Spread your legs!"
Kovač stood up and placed her boot on the boy's head. "Yeah, that's right. Now, lick it!"
Schiffer stood too, her boot working in between his legs while his tongue worked on Reese's.
"Good boy!"
Hoff watched them with a smile on her lips, allowing them their moment of fun. After all, this was a rare treat.
Then finally she ordered to follow, toward the other end of the hallway.
She
smiled as she walked. She'd been waiting for something like this for a
while. A most enticing diversion from the often dull monotony of
military life. She had her whores, but none so fine as this one.
She looked behind at the young soldiers following. Her pussy near
quivered watching that absolutely gorgeous, frightened piece of ass
awkwardly crawling in between them. Such a lucious little toy he was!
They were going to have so much fun with him!
Further
on waited the unit interrogation specialist, Dr. Patrice Dallas, with
her assistant. "So I take it we're going through with it," the woman
said as her smiling eyes surveyed them approaching.
"Oh yeah, Doc," said Hoff. "You betcha."
The smile reached the woman's lips. "Very good."
More soldiers had gathered on the hallway, eyeing the boy eagerly. Hopeful pairs of eyes.
"Sorry
to say but not all of you can participate to what follows," Hoff told
them. Disappointed faces, some going as far as pouting. "But," she
added, "I promise that everyone can get a go with him at some point. But
there's something we need to get done first."
That
seemed to at least give them some glimmer of hope. They were leering as
the boy was walked on all fours past them and into the interrogation
room.
Hoff was the last one to walk in,
after Dr. Dallas and her assistant. She regarded the soldiers
congregated on the hallway. "As you were, ladies. This will be a
while."
And she closed the door.
Patrice smiled. It got her every time, this look on him she'd seen on a
boy's face countless times before. When he first saw the table with the
straps, all the equipment . . . At that moment he knew without a trace
of doubt what about to happen to him, and yet a primitive part of him
told him that he needed to try to avoid it. There was no avoiding it.
They had him where they wanted him.
Perhaps needless to say, but it always made her quite a bit aroused.
As predicted, he lapsed into rounds of pleading and begging, trying to back away.
The
young soldier with the leash yanked hard. "Come the fuck on! You're
going on that table, and we're gonna take a good look at you!"
He
was tased, and then lifted on the table. They strapped him down while
he was still reeling from the shock. Legs slightly parted, straps around
ankles and thighs and underneath the belly and chest, around his neck,
head attached in place so that he could only move it marginally, arms
stretched above the head.
The interrogation specialist Dr.
Patrice Dallas, at 54 years old, had had multiple careers, but the
secrets of the male physique had been for her a lifelong inspiration.
Slowly breaking down his will and psyche through means of "bodily
intrusion" had been the mainstay of her life's work, whether that was as
a therapist or sexual educators (jobs which she still held from time to
time). Winding up working in the military had been almost an accident,
but she found that she quite liked uniforms. Almost as much as she liked
naked boys.
The combination of the two was rather intoxicating.
"Well
well, what have we got here today!" she said, beaming as she looked the
boy up and down. She fancied herself quite the connoisseur of male
beauty, and this young man was quite the sight to behold indeed. Thirty
years on the job, she'd seen her share of good-looking boys. But this
one easily went to top three. An angelic face framed by dark-brown
softly curing hair, strong but delicate and so very beautiful to look at
with those full sensual lips and dreamy chocolate eyes. A long, lean
and supple, and almost hairless body with just enough muscle to make it
oh-so-hard to keep your hands off. To have this apparition naked and
strapped down helpless on her table was making her pussy glow with
arousal. His useless twisting against the restraints, those muscles
working desperately and in vain, his frightened little whimpers, did not
hurt one bit.
"Hush," Patrice said to all his
please-please-please's and don't-hurt-me-I'll-do-anything's, ruffling
his hair, then tracing a finger down from his hairline across the side
of his flawless face and firm jawline, down to his pec, settling to draw
circles around his cute pink nipple. "Go ahead and beg as much as you
like. We won't mind at all! Will we, girls?"
"Nuh uh!" said one
of the young soldiers. And they all laughed. Their hands almost shy as
they were feeling up his restrained nakedness.
Patrice's partner
and assistant, Dr. Andrea Scaletti, a tall and slim woman some decade
younger than her, was still relatively new on the job. Her previous
career had been in the INsB (Institution for Non-submissive Boys), but
word was there was an incident where she had "gone too far" and was
unable continue. The choices, then, had been either the prison or the
military. She had chosen the latter career.
Scaletti, smiling
faintly, gently brushed the boy's pretty lips with her fingertips, him
still mouthing his lovely desperate pleas. "Gag?" she asked Patrice.
With the back of her long-fingered hand she caressed his cheek. She had
such a soft and sensual, almost loving manner, which contradicted quite
starkly with what Patrice had already learned about her proclivities.
Patrice
nodded. "For now." She addressed the boy, while Scaletti promptly
proceeded to gag him, "We will let you know when that pretty mouth of
yours will be of use. It will, don't you fret. Well," she said to the
soldiers, "don't be shy, ladies. Feel free to get to know him. He's not
going to stop you."
After that the young women's hands got liberal all around his beautiful body. Feeling up his restrained strength.
"Mmm, so firm."
"Nice legs."
"He's got such soft skin!"
The sexy way in which he moaned and shifted at the invasion of all those eager hands only encouraged them.
"Oh my god, I just can't believe how hot he is!"
"I know, right. Hot boys look even hotter all tied up and helpless like this."
"Totally!"
"His helplessness is so sexy!"
Hands going to give his cock and balls some attention too, which really seemed to disagree with him. Too bad for him.
"All
ours to play with." They examined his balls, toyed with his penis, his
foreskin rolled back so they could explore underneath. At his reactions,
they giggled.
While this was going on, Major Hoff stood aside,
observing. Paying close attention to the boy's reactions, a tight little
smile on her thin lips and an unmistakable gleam to her eye.
Dr.
Scaletti stroked the boy's head. "There there," she cooed. "You're in
good hands. We just need to interrogate you a bit. There's just some
things were dying to know. Like . . ." She slowly raked her long
fingernails across his abs. "How sensitive are you to pain?" This amused
the young soldiers. Scaletti pressed her lips right close to his ear,
to half-whisper "How hot your whimpers are." She caught a nipple in
between the tips of her nails. "Well, it's established . . . very!" The
soldiers giggled. "But they can always get hotter. And finally . . ."
She reached down to toy with the exposed head of his flaccid cock. "How
many times can we make you cum." She smiled. "Oh don't worry, it won't
be the fun kind of cumming. Well . . . for you." The boy was squirming
again. Scaletti murmured a sadistic laugh. "Oh no, you're not going
anywhere, sweetie. We got you right where we want you. Helpless . . ."
She let her hand wander around him. "And vulnerable." And started toying
with his nipples.
Patrice then came forth with
a syringe. "Let's get you ready for us." She pricked it in the base of
his cock, then stared to stroked it. It began to harden immediately. Her
smile widened. "Oh my, won't you look at this. Someone's a grower!"
Indeed, while he had seemed sufficiently equipped flaccid too, as he
hardened he proved to have a very lovely cock. Long with a good girth,
and a large head. "Mmm, big boy! Such luck that in addition to everything else he's so
well hung too," she said to the solders. "A perfect specimen. Good call,
girls."
"I dunno," one of them, Sergeant Schiffer, said with
feigned nonchalance. "I think he totally was putting out this big dick
vibe. You know the one?"
Patrice smiled. "I believe I do." It was
this sort of furtive nervousness. Like he was afraid what would happen
if women would find out. For good reason. But then with a face and body
like this, a boy was never safe.
Another soldier, Private Kovač, moved closer, shily biting her lip. "Can . . . I?
Patrice moved aside, holding the penis up for the girl to grab. "He's all yours."
"Oh my god," said Kovač as she explored the erect member. "What a fucking sexy cock! It's just . . . perfect."
The others joined in. "Long and thick."
"So hard!"
"Could
we all get our hands around it at once?" They laughed as they
discovered that they could. Three hands, and there was still a little
bit peeking out.
"I think he may just be the sexiest thing ever!"
"Totally."
"Easily."
"He's absolutely delicious," agreed Patrice, stroking his torso.
"Totally
delicious. Speaking of which." Reese gave the other's a sly look. Then
she closed her mouth around the cock and gave it a hearty suck. "Yummy!"
"Hey, let me!"
Then they were all at it, taking turns. Covetous mouths devouring his flesh.
Patrice
smiled. Unlike these young women, she had yet lived at the time when
the purpose of sucking a man's cock was to bring him pleasure. But even
today it seemed hard to keep a woman from enjoying the feeling of a
juicy penis in your mouth. There were some significant differences, of
course. Namely, modern women were quite liberal with their teeth. Which
made sense, as male pleasure was no longer a factor, more like the
opposite. Enjoying that lovely, spongy texture in your teeth was quite
hard to resist. Plus it gave such a lovely reaction. In fact, just
having his cock sucked made the boy squirm and jolt and whimper and moan
as if he was getting tortured already.
Meanwhile, Scaletti
gently played with his nipples, smiling at how that increased his
reactions. The drug made the nipples increasingly sensitive as well, and
complete with the attention on his genitals made him feel very
vulnerable. Which, of course, was the point.
Oh, his moans were just so sexy!
Patricia
let the young ladies have their little snack, while preparing to start
his actual treatment. Hoff had moved to sit on top of his arms with her
trousers and panties removed. Watching his reactions intently. Scaletti
attached clamps to the boy's nipples and continued to play with them.
Patrice
eventually had to interrupt the young women's fun. She took their
place, grabbing ahold of his erect penis with her left hand with a
rubber glove on it. "Well, you certainly got him nice and wet for me.
Now watch this." In her right hand she had a long, thin electrode. She
touched it on the underside of the cock, right below the head.
The
young women were taken aback by the way the boy spasmed as the sudden
pain hit his most private area, crying panickedly into his gag. Their
hands went over their mouths. "Oh my god!"
Scaletti,
on the other hand, wore a big smile, twisting the boy's clamped nipples
this way and that. "Aww, shh! Ah, yeah. That's right. *giggle*"
Patrice
was likewise smiling. The cock stiffened in her grip as she slowly ran
the electrode across its head. Twitched desperately. Funny, how intense
pleasure and intense pain worked on them just the same. She just loved
the connection of those two! "Here is how you treat a juicy cock like
this. That's right, boy. Cry for mommy. Makes mummy soooo wet."
She laughed. "Have to love a big twitchy dick!" The women watched with
wide eyes, slowly starting to grin. "This doesn’t cause any permanent
harm, the current is low enough. It just feels really . . . not very
good at all."
After recovering from the initial
shock, the girls were giggling excitedly at the boy's intense
struggling. Patrice didn't think they'd participated in a deep
interrogation before. They were in for a real treat!
Scaletti,
after toying with his clamped nipples for a while longer, then grabbed
an electrode as well and joined Patrice. Hoff taking charge of his
nipples.
Scaletti started with his balls,
moving on to the shaft. She slowly spiraled upward till the two
electrodes were sliding round the head. By far the most sensitive area.
"That's right. Reaaally make it twitch!" Patrice giggled. She adored the feeling of his big helpless cock in her grip as it reacted to the pain.
The
girls were really enjoying the sight of his struggling. "Mmm, won't you
look at him go!" They felt around him. Fingering his abs, flexed in
agony. It was truly lovely to see! How utterly helpless he must have
felt! That was, obviously, a big part of torture.
"That is so hot."
"Totally. Just look at his cock!"
"It's so fucking stiff!"
"The
drug makes sure it'll stay that way," Patrice explained, "no matter
what we do. In fact, if anything, pain only makes it harder."
The girls stared at the delicious organ, an increasingly sadistic gleam in their eyes.
"Awesome!"
"I'm getting fucking wet!"
"Aren't we all?" said Scaletti.
Patrice paused. "You girls want a go?"
They looked at each other. "Hell yeah!"
They
gave them an electrode each, while Patrice and Scaletti kept theirs.
They were all attached to the same battery. Patrice turned the current
up a little. The young soldiers, each wearing a rubber glove in one
hand, centered around his genitals as the doctors prepared to target his
nipples.
Scaletti removed the clamps from the
nipples. He was sobbing quietly, chest heaving. "Aww, we've just gotten
started on you." The woman smiled down on him so happily. "You're going
to give us exactly what we want."
The treatment continued. And he was indeed giving them what they wanted. All of it. His beautiful suffering.
"Don't neglect his balls!" Patrice reminded them.
The
electrical buzzing, the beautiful boy's struggles and cries, and the
women's noises of amusement and pleasure filled the interrogation room.
The five women mercilessly violating him. Hoff watching the agony on his
gorgeous face and fingering herself. No doubt several ears were keenly
listening outside, owners of which could only wish they could take part
in the fun. Poor boy, trapped in a high security facility filled with
women who were just itching to get their hands on him. Waiting for their
turn to use and abuse him. After all, who didn't love torturing a
good-looking naked young man? This here was really just his first taste.
He was the army's possession now.
Patrice
smiled fondly at the young women having fun. Hardened soldiers out
there in the field, but give them a cutie to play with and they turn
into little girls.
And there was so much for them to learn.
Like a lot of modern women, Julia had always found the thought of torturing a big, hard cock really hot. But she hadn't actually gotten to do it much. There had been the odd party where some poor boy had incurred the budding youthful sadism of she and her friends. At sex ed she had gotten to whip a guy's cock and balls once, which had been fun. But that had pretty much been it.
She was enjoying it now. It was such a fucking perfect, hot cock, and Julia absolutely loved torturing it! And the fact that its super sexy owner could do absolutely nothing to stop them, to keep them from hurting the most intimate, sensitive aspect of his being. Strapped down so tightly and hurt mercilessly. It made him so pathetic, it made him so small. And it made her pussy quiver! His intense struggling, that yummy body squirming hopelessly, his desperate and helpless high-pitched crying of panic and pain, the look of terror and agony on his gorgeous face, all this was making her absurdly aroused. How utterly helpless he must have felt, and so very violated! This was the last thing he wanted to happen. And that's why they so loved doing it to him.
"Torturing is fucking awesome!" "she said.
"Totally," said Schiffer. She had both of the boy's balls squeezed in one rubber-gloved fist so she could focus her electrode on them. "It's just so satisfying to hurt him when he can do absolutely nothing about it."
The girl nailed it. The fact he was clearly desperate for the pain to stop was why it was arousing to keep giving it to him. "His helpless struggling is just so goddamn sexy," Julia said. Her and Reese were targeting the cock. They kept applying spit to better conduct the electricity. His reactions were so sexy. He was so sexy. A perfect hottie at their mercy, to play with as they pleased.
Reese switched the electrode to her left hand so that she could use her right one to stroke his beautiful, well-definded abs - joining the hands of Scaletti and Dallas already busy there. "He has such a damn hot body," she said, and was right. Lean and just right amount of muscle. Looking incredibly sexy so tightly restrained and rippling with his struggling. Those super yummy abs! "And such a fucking hot face." Absolutely! Strongly delicate and perfectly proportioned. Like an angel. In the hands of she-devils!
"And an amazing, sexy cock," said Julia. If she'd had to guess she would have said about nine inches, with plenty of girth. The head was beautifully shaped and so big. She could not get over how stiff and hard it was! Ohh, that feeling of it all hard and twitching in her grip was making her pussy pulse!
"Oh my god, yes!" agreed Schiffer. "I can't wait to ride it!"
"I'm just having a great time torturing it," said Reese. "It's so . . . sensitive! *giggle* God, I just love that helpless twitching!"
"I know, right!" The twitching was particularly lovely in Julia's grip. "It's so fucking beautiful in pain like this!" She was slowly going along the ridge on the head's underside, the corona - up, and down, and back.
"The penis gets extra hard right at the moment of orgasm," Dr. Dallas said. "Particularly the head grows to its maximum size. As you can see, pain does exactly the same. That's why, I think, it's so pleasing to the eye. We're hard-wired to see it so." She shrugged. "And, of course, seeing that your work has result, that's satisfying too. That he's really feeling what you're giving him!" That he was feeling everything was evident.
"And carefully administered pain on the erogenous zones can easily lead to cumming," said Scaletti. She smiled. "No matter how he does not want it."
Reese, working on the topside of the glans, giggled. "He really doesn't like it."
Julia gave an amused, aroused grunt. "Poor boy. You want us to stop. Awww. *giggle* Too bad . . . for you!"
"Yeah, its just excellent for us." Schiffer returned her electrode on the boy's cock, slowly going up the shaft and settling on the underside of the glans.
Julia switched over to the topside with with Reese. "So just keep begging and struggling, boy."
"As if he could stop!" Reese switched down to work on the corona.
*giggle*
"So fucking hot!" Julia's pussy was absolutely dripping. The head looked so fucking big, attacked by all three electrodes at once like this. The way he cried and struggled, it must have been absolute agony. "Aww, this really hurts, doesn't it?"
*giggle*
"Good!"
"I could do this all day" Schiffer said.
"Same here!"
"Totally!"
*giggle*
"Great work, girls," said Scaletti. "If we keep this up much longer he'll cum soon. I love making a boy cum like this. Its such a traumatic experience for him."
Julia looked up and met Scaletti's black eyes. What she saw in them gave her a pause. Such cruelty. It gave her a chill.
Then she returned the smile. She liked the woman.
"Hold up!" cried Reese, removing her electrode. "Maybe not make him cum just yet."
Then they all stopped, the buzzing dying down, leaving only the boy's sobbing.
Julia smiled at the heavily breathing beauty, feeling a wave of arousal at how his sexy body quivered. She gazed down at the juicy cock still in her grip. Bit her lower lip. "Wait." She took a close grip on the cockhead and focused her electrode on the slit. This got the boy going hard against his restraints!
"That's a really sensitive spot!" Scaletti purred. Returning her electrode on his nipple. Dr. Schiffer followed suite, but not before she had turned the dial to up the current.
And they were at it again, the three young women all attacking the slit. Reese grinned with the tip of her tongue in between her teeth. "Oh my god, he's dying! *giggle*"
Indeed it seemed to be a very sore spot for him. He literally shrieked into his gag!
Hoff, both hands around the boy's face, studied him carefully. The woman seemed to be cumming.
After a moment, Scaletti said, "Last warning, girls . . ."
"Ok, ok!" Julia went. "Stop. Let's save his cumming."
"Aww," Reese said, "but I was having fun."
"Don't worry, girls," said Scaletti. She caught a tear off the boy's cheek with the tip of her finger and put it in her mouth. She smiled at the girls. "Our fun has just begun!"