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Chapter 20 - Manual of Arms
The captured female slaves of the Emir spent the next four months being
trained as infantry during the daylight hours. At night and on weekends, the
male soldiers used them as whores. For Ludivine and the captives that had been
with her in Madagascar, the constant demand to spread their legs and accept the
cock of a cavalryman or a grenadier was not a problem. However, for others of
the female regiment, satisfying the lust of the soldiers was an unwelcome
burden. Ludivine, Elena, Betty, and the others counseled the women to willingly
do what the soldiers desired and even take some small measure of pleasure from
it.
It was difficult for young women raised as ladies in European families to
accept that reality but in the end they realized they had no other choice. Young
girls kidnapped from countries where a girl was expected to be a virgin when she
married found themselves lying on their backs holding her ankles grunting their
pleasure while men they did not even know took advantage of them anally.
"I would have never believed that an Italian lady of good family could enjoy
having a stranger stick his cock in her ass. And the first time, it hurt
horribly. But now, I grab the soles of my feet and let him spit on my asshole
then go inside me and it actually feels good," said Bianca one afternoon when
they were resting.
"And it feels even better when their a cock in all three holes at the same
time," commented Elena.
"I've done that too. It increases my pleasure when I feel their cocks rubbing
against one another inside my body," said Bianca.
Ludivine over time became the unofficial leader of the women's regiment. She
along with Elena and Betty helped the others to master the skills needed to
please the males.
"Who would have ever thought that Betty Humphrey, a vicar's daughter, would
wind up teaching other females how to suck cock," was Betty's comment on the
situation.
"Or that a minister's wife would be one of your students," added Meredith.
Although the Emir had ordered Colonel Himmelman to train a regiment of female
infantry, the Prussian sergeants and corporals never tired of informing the
females that the Emir's idea was a perversion of true military life. The women
would never become acceptable soldiers. For that reason their training was
harsher than that of the grenadiers and cavalry.
The daily regimen was brutal, exhausting, and never ending. It went on all
days of the week except Sunday. Corporal punishment of the most vicious sort was
meted out daily. On the second day of their training the women learned first
hand how Prussian discipline worked. The punishment began at 6:00 in the morning
when all the regiments were drawn up in formation on the parade ground.
The entire force of the Emir's European trained army was standing at
attention. Each morning soldiers from each regiment formed a gauntlet whose
purpose was to punish members of their regiment failing the morning inspection.
That second day Ludivine and the others stood in ranks watching the punishment
of the cavalry. The horsemen always went first and were in general treated
better than the other regiments. Colonel Himmelman was a cavalry officer and
favored that regiment over others.
Forty of the cavalry dismounted and formed two parallel ranks of twenty. The
names of the guilty and the nature of their offense were read aloud by the
regiment's Sergeant Major. Given the minor nature of the offense the punishment
seemed disproportionate. The men were stripped to the waist. Their hands were
lashed to the stocks of muskets. A drum began a measured tattoo. The punished
soldier was lead to the drumbeat through the gauntlet by two solders holding the
muskets. The three kept the same pace as the drum. It was a slow painful trip.
The sound of the short whips landing on the bare backs sounded over the parade
ground. Ever so often a particularly painful blow would land and even the
toughened cavalryman would cry out.
The male infantry or grenadiers went next. Due to their greater number, two
gauntlets were formed. Ludivine watched as a young soldier's unblemished back
was slowly turned into a bleeding patch of flayed flesh as he progressed through
the gauntlet.
"Now it's your turn, my ladies," shouted Sergeant Major Ovitz smiling at the
women. There was a murmuring of fear and surprise among the ranks. The first
rank was hastily formed into two files and issued the short whips.
Ludivine was shocked to hear her own name called. Her offense was failure to
polish her tunic buttons. Ludivine and nine others stepped forward. Rebecca
Smythe was also one of the ten.
"Off with your tunics, let's show everyone our tits," commanded the Sergeant
Major.
Ludivine unbuttoned her uniform and handed it to the soldier designated to
accept it. There were several catcalls from a nearby troupe of cavalry.
"Quiet in the ranks," yelled the Sergeant Major.
Ludivine and Rebecca found it less humiliating than the other eight to stand
at attention while hundreds were staring at her recently branded breasts. The
brands were designed to surround the areola with Arabic characters that
designated that the slave was the property of the Emir. Ludivine's nipples
hardened in the cool morning air.
One of the women, a girl not quite fifteen, unconsciously placed her hands
over her bare breasts.
"I'll teach you to stay at attention during formation," screamed a corporal
laying into the girl with his baton. The corporal savagely beat the screaming
girl to the ground raining vicious blows on her upper body.
"Stand up," yelled the corporal pulling the girl erect using her hair. Another
corporal grabbed her wrists pulling them straight back behind her as he placed
his boot along her spine. That allowed the other corporal to strike each of her
still healing breasts in turn wringing piteous cries from the girl.
"Corporal, put her through the gauntlet first," ordered the Sergeant Major
interrupting the corporal's savage beating of her mammaries. Later in the
barracks, the girl showed the others that the Corporal's beating had turned her
breasts a dark purple.
Ludivine watched, as the hapless woman was slowly walked through the ranks of
her fellow soldiers. She screamed as she was beaten. She begged for the beatings
to stop. When she reached the end of the gauntlet and released, she dropped to
the ground sobbing. Another corporal immediately grabbed her by her hair and
pulled her to a standing position. He warned her that if she fell again, she
would have to walk the gauntlet twice. The woman was terrified into standing as
the punishment continued.
Ludivine stood silently as her wrists were tied to musket stocks. Each step
brought two blows on her back. The agony was intense as she was led through the
gauntlet. As she passed each solder they struck her back with a small whip
designed by Frederick the Great specifically for the gauntlet. The pain was
excruciating. She could feel blood seeping from cuts left by the whips. Her
breasts bounced each time her body shuddered with the pain of each blow.
Captain Rhinerman watched the proceeding closely. Colonel Himmelman had put
him in charge of the female regiment and coldly informed him that failure to
create a credible force would result in the loss of the sizeable bonus he had
been promised. The Colonel and the Captain did not see eye-to-eye on many things
and assigning the Captain to the women's regiment was the Colonel's way of
expressing his displeasure.
It was the second day of training and the Captain considered it important that
his female charges learn that corporal punishment would be applied for even the
slightest infraction of rules. Even though they were women, they would be
treated as if they were men.
At the morning inspection, he had watched as the Sergeant Major selected ten
female soldiers to walk the gauntlet. The Captain had been pleased that the
unusually tall red head named Ludivine was selected. He sensed that she was a
natural leader and that if she were able to endure the training and punishment
the others would follow.
What an awful waste of good titties thought the Captain as he looked at the
branded breasts of the women being lead through the gauntlet. The brands were
large, over three inches square. The most recently branded were still healing.
The brand covered the entire breast of the younger smaller girls.
Captain Rhinerman recalled that the redhead's breasts were quite beautiful
before her visit to the Emir's dungeon. No man will ever call them beautiful
again thought the Captain. Of course, the men in the barracks won't care if
their tits carry a slave brand. They'll ram their cock in whatever hole they
find first. If the Sergeant Major is correct and Ludivine the redhead and her
sister worked in a brothel in Madagascar and were trained to serve the sexual
desires of men and women then perhaps something interesting can be arranged. It
has been a long time since my desires were properly met.
Captain Rhinerman acknowledged that ordinary women would consider his sexual
preferences bizarre. However brothel whores are often familiar with unusual
needs of their customers. When the time is right, I will determine if Ludivine
or one of the others is able to satisfy my peculiar lust.
Betty and Lorraine were holding the muskets walking as required to the tempo
of the drum. Each soldier was to take one single hard stroke, forty in all. The
Captain had warned the soldiers that if he or Sergeant Major Ovitz detected any
failure to apply the whip with the requisite zeal, that individual could expect
to walk the gauntlet next.
Ludivine clinched her teeth each time the whip landed. It was agonizingly
painful and humiliating to be treated in this way for failure to polish the
buttons on her uniform. No one had even mentioned shining the brass buttons when
they were issued the uniforms. Ludivine looked down the gauntlet at the five
half naked women who had gone before her. The five were standing at attention.
The cool morning air had brought their nipples into an erect state. The pink
nipples stood in marked contrast to the raised scars wrought by the branding
iron. In order to more completely disfigure the branded women the dungeon master
had added a dye to the salve applied immediately after the branding. The pigment
embedded itself in the scar tissue turning the brand almost black.
Ludivine recalled with horror those few moments in the dungeon when she was
branded. Her olfactory memory was very acute. It mixed the smell of her own
burning flesh with the fetid breath of the young torturer who had his cock
inside her. She remembered her own screams of terror as the white hot branding
iron approached followed by the agonizing cries of pain as the heated metal came
in contact with her tender flesh. Equally horrible was the look of pleasure on
her rapist's face as unspeakable agony caused every muscle of her body to
constrict, including those of her vagina. The muscles lining her sex pressed
inward on his cock as he released his semen in her. And then there was that
awful moment of realization when the dungeon master signaled his intention to
brand her other breast.
The rape and branding that occurred only five days before. The pain had only
lessened slightly on the second day. Ludivine had been surprised that all
seventeen of the captives had survived. Roxanne, Melody and the Claridge twins
had small girlish breasts that the brand had not only scarred but also
disfigured due to the depth of the brand. Regardless on the third day, the four
were summoned to Colonel Himmelman quarters
"We're soldiers, slaves, and whores," said Elena when the four returned the
next morning and recounted that the Colonel had ordered them to have sex with
each other as he watched.
"True, the others told me that the some of us are given to the grenadiers or
cavalry each night," said Ludivine. "Sundays they give all of us to the
companies that performs best during the week. They'll fuck us all day."
"We are their slaves," said Elena. "They can do with us as they please."
"We must find a way to escape,' said Ludivine.
"How could we escape from Berbera? It's an impassable desert. There's nothing
around for hundreds of miles," said Elena.
"We must find a way. In the meantime, we must do what it takes to survive.
Maybe after we become soldiers we can getaway."
When Ludivine reached the end of the gauntlet, Betty and Lorraine untied her
wrists and returned for the next soldier. Ludivine stood at attention with the
others hoping the fire on her back would abate. Rebecca Smythe was the only one
of the ten that had been with Ludivine in Madagascar. Her back was criss crossed
with red stripes. Her beautiful young breasts were horribly scarred by the
brands that covered the entire surface. The healing scars twisted the flesh
grotesquely.
"That was awful. How could they be so cruel?' whispered Rebecca tears staining
her cheeks.
"They did that to the men too," said one of the other women. "They whip the
hide off one another. Having a back covered with scars is considered a badge of
honor."
The seventh female soldier to be punished collapsed midway through the
gauntlet. Betty and Lorraine had to drag her by her wrists as her fellows
whipped her unconscious body. Buckets of icy cold water were doused over the
back of the ten women to wash away the blood and arouse them from their
pain-induced torpor. They were ordered to put their tunics back on and rejoin
the ranks.
"Sergeant Major, see that those ten spend two hours in the stocks in the
grenadiers barracks after tonight's meal," said Captain Rhinerman thinking he
would observe how Ludivine would react when she was fucked by a long line of
grenadiers.
"You heard the Captain you lucky whores. Two hours of solid fucking. I hope
you like having a cock in your bum," said the Sergeant Major.
After the punishment was finished, the women soldiers were formed into four
companies and drilled until noon. The women were taught the manual of arms.
Blows from the corporals' batons punished mistakes. After the noon meal, the
women were given three hours rest during the intense heat of the day. Mid
afternoon the drills resumed. The women were in a state of physical exhaustion
by the end of the day.
After the evening meal, all the women collapsed on their bunks; but Ludivine
and the other nine were taken to one of the four grenadier's barracks. As soon
as the ten entered the barracks soldiers surrounded them. Ludivine stood quietly
as they put their hands between her legs and felt her sex. Deciding it was
better to show willingness than resistance, Ludivine smiled and held her scarred
tits up for one of the soldiers to kiss after they had unbuttoned her tunic.
"Strip them and put them in the stocks, you're the lucky ones tonight,"
commanded Sergeant Major Ovitz to the men.
Ludivine stood silently as many hands pulled off her clothes.
"Make them stand up on the bench so we can see them," yelled someone.
Ludivine and the others were forced to stand on a long wooden bench.
"Wait till you get my cock up your asshole, sweetheart," yelled someone.
"I hope you like to suck dick," yelled another.
"Introduce yourself to your lovers, ladies," ordered Sergeant Major Ovitz to
the women. "Townly you go first."
"Private Ludivine Townly,' shouted Ludivine to the crowd of lust crazed men
many of whom had already exposed their cock.
"Stock one," yelled the Sergeant Major.
Rough hands grabbed Ludivine and carried her overhead to a nearby stock. The
top board was raised. Ludivine's hands and head were placed in the cutouts. The
board was lowered. Her weight rested uncomfortably on her wrists and knees.
Hands separated her buttocks and she felt a gob of spit land on her asshole. A
finger entered her vagina probing her sex.
"If her pussy's as long as the rest of her, only Marcel will reach its
bottom," said one of the grenadiers working his fingers into Ludivine's pussy.
"This will plumb her depths and make her squeal," spoke a tall thin soldier
with a French accent as he stepped forward cock in hand and slapped it across
Ludivine's buttocks.
The other nine women were quickly fitted in the stocks. Several of the women
were loudly sobbing at the prospect of rape on such a scale.
"Company A, for your excellent work today, the Colonel has rewarded you with
two hours during which you can fuck them any way you want," announced Sergeant
Major Ovitz. "There are one hundred of you and ten of them. I suggest you start
fucking."
The Sergeant Major and the Corporals left the barracks. In a matter of
seconds, the sounds of scuffling and fights broke out. Ludivine felt a pair of
rough hands grab her hips as a cock sought the entrance to her vagina. Almost
immediately the hands were pulled away and another pair of hands gripped her.
Loud curses in several different languages were shouted. All of a sudden there
was a musket shot and the room got quiet.
"Settle down, men, form a line of ten behind each whore," shouted someone in
authority. Ludivine recognized the voice of Captain Rhinerman.
Ludivine once again felt hands on her hips as someone kneeled at her rear.
"Bitch got no lips on her cunt and look at the clit on her," shouted the voice
behind her.
"Neither had this one," shouted another grenadier as he placed his cock at the
entrance to Rebecca Smythe's vagina. "But it's still a damn fine pussy." The
sound of Rebecca groaning filled the room.
That caused general laugher. The women grunted and squealed as they were first
entered.
"Oh this is a tight young pussy. Listen to her squeal," said the grenadier
behind the female next to Ludivine. The girl was named Bianca and she was
praying loudly as the soldier plunged into her. Bianca was one of five women who
had been brought to Berbera when her family's yacht was boarded as it passed the
Golden Horn. The girl was only fifteen and from a wealthy Italian family. The
Arab slavers had slaughtered the crew, her parents and brothers. The slavers had
allowed her parents to live long enough to watch their daughters and the others
raped on the wooden deck of the yacht. Bianca had a vivid memory of the slavers
slitting her parents throat as the moment an unwashed gap-toothed slaver took
her virginity.
Bianca had been brought to Berbera with her two sisters and a cousin along
with her mother's maid. All five had been repeatedly raped during the sea voyage
and the march across the desert.
"What's your name child?" whispered Ludivine contracting her sex and moving
her hips to satisfy the unknown party thrusting into her sex.
"That's right, Private Townly, show me how much you like my cock," said the
soldier thrusting into Ludivine.
"Bianca DellaGrasso, my father is a count, rather was a count, he's dead now."
replied the girl through tear stained eyes. "I cannot live through this. A
slaver took my virginity while my father was made to watch. I have been raped
almost every day for the last month. Why won't the blessed Virgin Mary hear my
prayers and kill me?"
"You must find a way to live through this. I have suffered much longer than
you and my pain has been as great. My sister and I along with others were taken
by pirates and tortured horribly. My father was also killed and my mother sold
into slavery. I lost my virginity on the blood soaked deck of a sailing ship. We
have been subjected to the vilest acts known to womankind and are still alive."
"But it is so horrible to be raped by these scum," said Bianca. "They are
barely human. I cannot bear it. Oh help me Virgin, he's put his finger in my
rectum."
"Just relax. Pretend you are back in your home and a lover is taking you.
Learn to endure and even enjoy this," said Ludivine. "Besides, you have no
choice. We are their slaves for now."
"Oh help me blessed virgin, now he's forcing his cock in my asshole," sobbed
Bianca.
Grenadiers appeared at the front of the women. Ludivine opened her mouth and
took the offered cock working her tongue around the head. She heard a loud slap
from the direction of Bianca.
"Suck it bitch or I'll knock your teeth out and force it down your throat,"
said the grenadier his hands embedded in Bianca's black tresses.
"That's better. Maybe I'll give you something to swallow if you're a good
girl," said the Grenadier holding Bianca's head as he established a tempo of
thrusting himself into the girl's mouth.
Private Townly was definitely trained as a whore decided Captain Rhinerman as
he watched grenadiers take their places fore and aft of Ludivine. See how she
arches her back so she can squeeze each cock whether it's in her cunt or her
asshole. And she knows how to please a man with her mouth judging from the look
on the grenadier's face that was currently standing in from of Ludivine.
Most of the women are crying but she accepts what is happening. You might even
think that if she were in a more comfortable position, she'd enjoy it. It's
because she has been mutilated in the Chinese fashion. Her clit is enormous and
the labia have been cut away. The other one, Rebecca, who came with her is
also shaking her bottom and moving slightly back each time a grenadier moves
forward. Whoever had those women mutilated and trained as whores did an
excellent job.
After the two hours had passed, the Sergeant Major returned. The women were
told to grab their uniforms and were marched naked back to their barracks where
they collapsed for the night.
The next day, another ten of the women were selected for the gauntlet. After
the day's training, they two were sent to one of the barracks to reward the
grenadier company that performed best that day.
Sunday afternoon the women were divided into five groups and marched to the
men's barracks. This time they did not use the stocks. Ludivine spent her time
on a bunk servicing dozens of cavalrymen.
In spite of the exhausting and brutal environment, the women become inured to
the sexual demands of the men. The stocks were done away with. Even the younger
and more innocent of the females began to accept their fate and follow the lead
of Ludivine and the others.
Ludivine watched one day in amazement as Bianca lay moaning in pleasure as the
cocks of three grenadiers shared the interior spaces of her young body. The
women even found themselves looking forward to Sunday and the orgy of barrack's
sex that it brought.
At the beginning of the fourth month, Colonel Himmelman made an announcement
to the regiments during the morning formation.
"Tomorrow, all the regiments will assemble in the main square of Berbera. Emir
Al Rashid the Magnificent will review his army. There will be no punishment
formation this morning. This afternoon's drills are cancelled to allow you to
clean your uniforms and polish your kit for the inspection."
However, as soon as the female regiment returned to their barracks Sergeant
Major Ovitz made an additional announcement.
"The Colonel had informed me that the Emir has made a special request of your
regiment. It seems the Emir has a sense of humor. Tomorrow, your uniform will
consist only of your boots, cartridge belt, hat, and musket, no tunic or
trousers."
"They're going to march us through Berbera buck naked," whispered Julia to
Ludivine.
"It certainly looks that way," answered Ludivine.
"The Emir, his court, and the citizens of Berbera are going to see you just as
Adam saw Eve in the Garden of Eden. I hope none of you are shy because the
entire population of Berbera will be watching," added the Sergeant Major.
The next morning, the women's regiment marched out of the barracks wearing
only the approved items. The narrow streets were lined with the citizenry who
had been informed that the women would not be wearing their uniforms. As they
passed through the narrow streets, street urchins and others grabbed the breasts
and sex of the outer ranks. After one of her nipples was painfully pinched,
Ludivine decided she had enough of that nonsense. Ludivine's musket butt
flattened the face of the next person who reached in for a feel. The other women
followed suit and before long the groping stopped.
God this feels weird thought Ludivine standing naked along with the other
women in the enormous square outside the gates to the Emir's palace. Here I am
without a stitch covering my breasts or sex and there must be ten thousand
people watching.
When the women's regiment passed the reviewing stand, Ludivine saw the short
fat Emir sitting on a wide divan or chaise along with what could only be
described as children. The Emir became very animated when the women's regiment
passed. He and the two young boys sitting on his lap waved and cheered as the
women marched smartly by the reviewing stand. Ludivine's height and red hair
must have caught the Emir's attention because after the regiment returned to the
formation, the Sergeant Major rushed up to Ludivine and ordered her to follow
him to the Emir.
Ludivine came to attention as she reached the Emir.
"Ask her to remove her hat," said the Emir to Colonel Himmelman in Arabic.
Ludivine without thinking removed her three-corned hat.
"Ah, you speak Arabic?" asked the Emir.
"Yes, your Excellency, I learned in Madagascar in Karem Bey's harem," replied
Ludivine.
"She is certainly a magnificent creature," said the Emir slowly walking around
Ludivine. He casually placed one hand on her buttocks as he passed.
"A harem girl, is that where they cut your sex?"
"Yes, your Excellency, Karem Bey's daughter hired a Chinese doctor to alter
our sex."
"Colonel, they say that makes them always willing to have a man between their
legs. They're like a bitch that's always in heat. They develop a craving for
sex, watch," said the Emir placing his hand on Ludivine's sex and starting to
rub the area between her clit and her vagina.
Ludivine struggled to remain at attention as the Emir's fat fingers entered
her vagina.
"She's already wet," said the Emir taking his hand away and drying his fingers
on a towel proffered by a nearby servant. "I must send an emissary to China and
locate someone with the skill to perform the operation."
"An excellent idea," said the Colonel.
"Have you had her Colonel?" asked the Emir.
"No, your Excellency. But there were others in her levy that were similarly
modified. Three of them are very young and quite delightful."
"Oh, I forgot. You like me, have a taste for the very young. How old are you
Private Townly?"
"Nineteen, your Excellency." Ludivine realized she was soon be twenty. She was
barely eighteen when Sir Charles Danby's pirates took her father's ship.
"Still young and so very tall for a woman and the red hair, quite remarkable
and most rare. What do you think Saafir?" Ludivine allowed herself to glance
toward a handsome youth roughly her age. He was tall, almost as tall as
Ludivine.
"I think the way she has been altered makes her a challenge," said Saafir.
"Private Townly, would you like to fuck Saafir?"
"If that is his Excellency's wish," replied Ludivine wondering how her
situation could get any stranger.
"Saafir, show Private Townly what other women have trembled before," said the
Emir.
Ludivine watched as Saafir without a hint of modesty untied the drawstring
that held his pants up. When he allowed his pants to drop to the floor there was
an audible sound of amazement. Ludivine found herself staring at the longest and
thickest cock she had ever seen. It was even larger than Big John a seamen who
occasionally wandered into the Bromley Brothel for a fuck. Big John developed a
preference for Ludivine and Elena because they could handle his enormous penis.
If he took another of Mrs. Bromley's whores, the girl was sore for days.
"Are you still interested Private Townly?" asked the Emir.
"Yes, your Excellency," said Ludivine.
"Good, I want the good citizens of Berbera to see this. You can use my
throne," said the Emir.
"Right here, now? Your Excellency" asked Ludivine not realizing that the Emir
had meant for the entire city to watch her copulate with Saafir.
"Of course, now, Mahmud, make an announcement," said the Emir.
"Take everything off," whispered Colonel Himmelman reaching for Ludivine's
musket. Ludivine slipped the cartridge belt off her shoulders and removed her
boots as the Emir's crier spoke to the populace informing them that one of the
Emir's soldiers would have public sex with Saafir, a courtier
"Kneel on the throne and suck his cock. I want everyone to see," said the
Emir.
The throne consisted of an elevated divan that was turned facing the populace.
Ludivine knelt down on the cushions as Saafir stood on the divan facing her.
Ludivine glanced sideways and saw that not only could all the regiments clearly
see her and Saafir but so could the townspeople. The crowd pressed forward to
get a closer look.
There were loud murmurs from the crowd as Ludivine took Saafir's cock and ran
her tongue over the head. Ludivine realized she was performing for a large
crowd and that it was important to fuck in a fashion that was visually
satisfying. Ludivine placed both hands around the shaft of Saafir's cock and
began stroking.
As Saafir's cock hardened, a sound of awe went up from the assemblage. The
length and thickness of his shaft humbled every male onlooker. The women felt a
mixture of fear and envy as they watched Saafir's cock grow hard.
Ludivine began to take more of the shaft in her mouth. As it reached the back
of her throat, she applied the lessons of the Kama Sutra and relaxed her throat.
It was by far the largest cock that Ludivine had ever attempted to force into
her throat. There was a moment of panic as her air supply was shut off. The cock
head wedged itself past her epiglottis as it pushed inside her esophagus.
Ludivine back off for a moment to regain her composure.
"She is wonderful, your Excellency," said Saafir.
Once again, proceeding very slowly to draw in the crowd, Ludivine extended her
jaws to the maximum open position and forced the length of Saafir's cock down
her throat.
"Look, see how her neck bulges, like a snake swallowing its prey," said the
Colonel.
"You did not tell me you had such a treasure among your soldiers," said the
Emir.
"Until now I was unaware of her skill," said the Colonel.
Ludivine sensed that Saafir's cock was as erect as possible. She repeated a
half dozen times the act of taking his cock into her throat. The crowd was
totally silent as they watched. Ludivine released Saafir's cock and reclined on
her back. She reached her long arms up grabbing the soles of her feet. She
straightened her legs as she spread them in a wide V then pulled her feet toward
her head tilting her butt upward.
Saafir knelt between her legs and placed his cock at her entrance. With
deliberation, he pushed forward driving his manhood into Ludivine's vagina. Inch
by inch its length disappeared in Ludivine's sex. The audience sounded its awe
when Saafir's groin nestled against Ludivine's crotch.
"She's taken ever inch. I've seen women scream in agony when Saafir enters
them," whispered the Emir.
Ludivine and Saafir fucked in that position for a while then switched to dog
style. Ludivine next assumed the superior position raising and lowering herself
on Saafir. Ludivine constricted her vagina muscles clutching and milking
Saafir's penis.
"I'm going to cum," whispered Saafir.
Ludivine removed Saafir's cock from her vagina and licked the cockhead as she
stroked the shaft. She aimed his piss hole at her face as the action of her hand
formed a blur along the length of his penis.
A spurt of semen landed on Ludivine's nose and mouth. Other spurts covered the
lower half of her face in creamy goo.
At that point, the previously silent audience erupted in a roar of
appreciation. Ludivine quickly licked Saafir's cockhead clean then turned to the
crowd and using her finger as a pusher, moved the cum onto her tongue and
swallowed.
"Wonderful, truly wonderful," said Saafir.
"Colonel, you must bring the Private and the others that have been modified in
the Chinese fashion to my palace one night for a little party," said the Emir
"Certainly, your Excellency, we are at your disposal."