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Army Bride Assaulted
by Black Demon (natas@aloha.net)

***

A really bad man takes advantage of an innocent women 
and blackmails her with the threat that if she doesn't 
put out, her fiancée won't be coming home from military 
service in one piece. (MF, nc, v, intr, military)

***

At the age of 24, Mark McCoy fully regretted having 
joined the National Guard unit in his hometown, having 
thought that it would be merely for assisting with 
local disasters or for national emergencies within the 
country. It had also meant some easy extra bucks to put 
away for an elegant wedding the girl of his dreams, 
that being the lovely Cheryl Martin whom he had fallen 
in love with the freshman year of high school. 

Graduating from college, working in the management 
training program with the bank, things were all going 
as Mark had planned. That is, until the sudden call up 
of the National Guard unit to head off to the Middle 
East. This had been so unexpected, especially with him 
and Cheryl having just started their wedding plans. 
Thus, with just a short notice to report for active 
duty, Mark told his lovely fiancée that they'd tie the 
knot as soon as he returned home. 

Attending the briefing at his unit, the members of the 
guard learned that they would become a part of the 
infantry division that had returned a few months 
earlier from the war zone for a bit of R&R. They all 
were given some unofficial advice, basically saying to 
each of them that 'you need to get to know some 
experienced soldier who just returned so that he can 
get you through unscathed and most of all come back 
alive'! The guard unit had been given a month to get 
personal items in order then they were to report for 
duty for training with the infantry unit they'd be a 
part of. 

For Mark, this was certainly not what he had signed up 
for. Having read the newspapers daily, seeing the body 
counts of those killed in action, Mark was definitely 
fearful that he would not return alive. That if he did 
make it back home, it certainly would not be in one 
piece but with the loss of one or more limbs. How Mark 
wished that he had not signed up with the guard, for he 
would be living in safety and marrying his beautiful 
fiancée. 

For Cheryl Miller, also 24 years of age, the sudden 
call up of the guard to active duty seemed to turn her 
entire life upside down. At 5'3" 114 lbs., with long 
silky dark brown hair, Cheryl had guys wanting dates 
throughout high school and college but she only had 
eyes for Mark McCoy. Having obtained both a bachelor's 
and master's degree in elementary education, she was 
now in her first year of teaching. 

After Mark had returned from the briefing, Cheryl 
detected how afraid he was of going off to war with the 
definite prospect of the loss of life or limb. Cheryl 
was distraught herself, fearing that Mark would be 
maimed or killed, especially knowing that he was really 
not the macho soldering type of guy. All she and Mark 
could do was to hold each other close and pray for the 
best, with Mark telling her, "Don't worry, honey... 
I'll be doing as they suggested and making good friends 
with one of the regulars in the infantry to make sure I 
make it back alive!" 

Having recently returned from a long deployment, Sgt. 
Reggie Carter got the much needed R&R after the 
numerous fire-fights the battalion had endured. With 
the battalion suffering a lot of casualties, the call 
up of the National Guard to active duty and its 
placement within the infantry was obviously the most 
natural and expected decision made to bring the 
battalion up to full staff. 

For Reggie Carter, at age 42 and a lifer with the army, 
he was a soldier's soldier who lived to fight in every 
war. Getting into a battle of fire-fight was really 
something that Reggie enjoyed, that of fighting and 
killing the enemy, especially loving hand-to-hand 
combat which was his specialty. But of course, there 
would also be the casualties suffered in his own unit, 
mainly to the scared inexperienced college boys who 
were better suited reading books than fighting a war. 

Looking at the troops when they were returning from the 
last deployment, Reggie recalled seeing the excitement 
in the faces of his unit. But for him, it'd be the 
mundane task of training new troops and seeing that the 
equipment got back to perfect fighting status. With all 
the young guys excited to get back home to their little 
sweeties, Reggie could only smile to himself, 
remembering his younger days and his own impressive 
track record when it came to shagging pussy. 

But for Reggie, those days were in the past and now 
pussy was few and far between. He would merely observe 
and listen as the younger guys were abuzz with chatter 
about wives, fiancées and girlfriends. The thought of 
the young studs getting home to see their ladies, that 
first night at home just made Reggie horny as hell. 
Deployed for an eight month stint, it had been that 
long since any of these guys had gotten laid, unless 
they had paid for a prostitute on a weekend pass. Thus, 
it was obvious from the bragging that the ladies were 
in for quite a reunion when their stud got home. 

Seeing the arrival of the activated guard members, 
Reggie let out a sigh of frustration in seeing all the 
young pansy ass guys who had signed up with the guard 
to play soldier once a month. Looking them over once 
again as they got into formation, Reggie cussed 'Shit, 
they're sending this fuck'n bunch of nerds over there 
to fight a fuck'n war? Damn, these inexperienced play-
soldiers are only gonna git themselves killed over 
there! Fuck, I'd better double the number of body bags 
fer this group!' 

Reggie knew what had been told to the inexperienced 
troops and knew that was really what was needed if they 
expected to come back alive. He even preached it, 
especially to the weak ones, looking them in the eye 
and gruffly telling them "You wanna come back in one 
piece, sonny boy? Well ya's better make damn sure ya 
buddy up with an experienced soldier in the unit cause 
he's the one that's gonna save that ass of yers! Cause 
if ya's think ya gonna make it on yer own, pansy ass. 
I's making sure we's bring a body bag with yer name on 
it!" 

With next four months set aside for urban warfare and 
just the first week completed, Reggie had pulled 
countless of the newbies aside to give them the body 
bag speech. Many of the guard members had never 
undergone such intense live-fire training and Reggie 
could see that they were scared shitless. There was no 
doubt in his mind that many of these play-soldiers 
would not be coming back to their loved ones. 

To make his 'body bag' speech that much more effective, 
he'd pull that soldier alive and ask if he had a photo 
of the loved one he planned on returning to. If so, he 
would tell that soldier to look at the photo as the 
'body bag' lecture was given while Reggie paced around 
and yelled in his ear to get the message across. 

That night, in his room, Reggie lay back in bed 
wondering how many of the troops outside in the 
barracks would not be returning when the eight-month 
deployment was over. One fellow he'd bet against making 
it back was the scared shitless Mark McCoy, who he 
found literally having the shakes as he cowered down in 
his foxhole. 'But I have to admit, that asshole has one 
big incentive to make it back alive, that little cutie 
who's picture he was looking at when I's gave my 'body 
bag' lecture!' he thought. 

Having made Pvt. McCoy look at the picture of the loved 
one he planned on returning it to, Reggie got a good 
look at the sexy beauty and had gotten a hard-on 
looking at it. Questioning who the little beauty was as 
he commence his spiel, Reggie learned that they had 
recently gotten engaged and were planning on setting a 
wedding date when the guard was called up for active 
duty. With his eyes also on Mark McCoy's lovely 
fiancée, Reggie couldn't help but think 'Damn, yer one 
lucky son-of-a-bitch to have a sexy bitch like that 
waiting fer ya to return! God, she's giving me a fuck'n 
stiff hard-on!' 

Closing his eyes, picturing the succulent in his mind, 
Reggie reached into the opening of his jockeys to give 
breathing room to his growing manhood. 'Damn, some guys 
are so fuck'n lucky! What a fuck'n beautiful little 
bitch! Man, if I's could only get a bitch like that!' 
he thought while stroking his boner. 'God, what I'd do 
to git into her tight little panties! Man, that's 
fuck'n prime eat'n stuff! Shit, I's jist gotta find me 
a way into her panties!' he told himself. 

Often going through the barracks to keep an eye on what 
was going on, Reggie noticed that Pvt. McCoy was pretty 
much a loner, always off to himself reading or writing 
letters to his fiancée. 

Whenever he was able to take a breather, with the other 
sergeant taking the troops out for training, Reggie 
would go through the private's footlocker so he could 
gaze at the larger photo of his stunning fiancée. 

As he perused the letters, finding them filled with the 
usual mushy proclamations as well as the proposed plans 
for their upcoming wedding, Reggie read an especially 
tantalizing nugget was a comment from her in one of the 
letters. It indicated about how happy she was that they 
had decided to wait for their wedding night to make 
love and just how difficult for her, as it was for him, 
to hold off till then. 'She's still a fuck'n virgin!' 
Reggie realized. 

With everyone showering in the same room, Reggie 
remembered seeing the size of Pvt. McCoy's undersized 
cock once. Reggie choked back a laugh, recalling the 
incident as he remembered because he had caught himself 
doing a double take, having never seen a grown man with 
such a noticeably undersized cock. He chuckled, 
thinking that it was just as well that the young sexy 
babe was still a virgin, viewing the size of her man's 
penis. 

'Sweetie, yer gonna be in fer a major disappointment on 
yer wedding night!' Reggie chuckled. 

One day, seeing Pvt. McCoy looking a bit down in the 
mouth as he sat off on his bunk as he looked at his 
fiancée's picture, Reggie went over on the pretext of 
cheering him up. At first he just wanted to know a bit 
more about this, and He then smoothly and casually 
befriended the young soldier, then subtly pumped him 
for information on the sexy young beauty in the 
snapshot and about his plans after returning from the 
upcoming deployment. 

Mark McCoy naively confided in his first sergeant, 
advising that he had proposed to his girlfriend just 
before his unit was activated for active duty. That 
Cheryl Miller was his true love from high school and 
then college, who was in her first year teaching 
kindergarten. 

Glad to have Sgt. Carter's pep talk and asked if his 
sweetheart was going to make it to the open house the 
next month, he advised, "She planning to! I sure hope 
she can me it, I really miss seeing her!" 

"Well, ya's be sure to introduce me to that sweet 
little thing, ya hear!" his sergeant responded as he 
departed. 

Nearly six weeks had gone by since Cheryl had seen Mike 
when he reported for active duty. Letters and phone 
calls certainly helped ease the pain of separation, 
with emails being rather infrequent due to the lack of 
lines into the barracks, which the military base was 
now in the process of rectifying. Reading Mike's 
letters and hearing him on the phone, Cheryl detected 
how fearful he was of not making it back from the war. 
She too was fearful of him getting hurt or killed but 
tried to put on a good front for his sake. 

Eager to attend the open house on base, wanting 
desperately to see Mike again, Cheryl wanted him to see 
her well-dressed so he take the memory with him through 
the remainder of his training, hoping that she would 
get to see him again before the scheduled deployment. 
Cheryl could only pray that nothing happened to Mike in 
the dangerous deployment, hoping that he'd make it back 
in one piece. She felt so helpless, wishing that she 
young beauty in the snapshot could do something to help 
the man she loved. 

Roaming about on the base's 'open house', Sgt. Carter 
smiled and greeted all the guests, welcoming them to 
the base. There was one guest in particular that he was 
looking forward to meeting and welcoming to the base, 
that being the lovely Ms. Cheryl Miller. Then he 
spotted her, there being no mistaken that she was the 
most beautiful of all the guests, running into the arms 
of her nerdy play-soldier. Slowly making his way over 
to the young couple, taking her soft petite and 
manicured hand in his, Reggie felt his cock stiffen at 
the thought of feeling her trim fingers wrapped around 
his boner. 

All planned ahead of time in his devious mind, Reggie 
would create the opportunity to talk to the succulent 
beauty alone, without the stupid punk hovering over 
her. Making Pvt. McCoy feel good by telling his fiancée 
how terrific he was doing in training, Reggie added in 
"I very confident now that Mark can take care of 
himself in any adverse situation and that he'll make it 
back in one piece! Skill he has, but of course, luck 
plays an important factor too!" 

With planned demonstrations of various weapons 
scheduled, it was announced that the various sergeants 
would pick those troops who demonstrated the needed 
skill and also those most improved from day one of the 
training to perform the demonstrations. For Pvt. McCoy, 
he not nearly as skilled in any of the weapons compared 
to others, nor was he the most improved to say the 
least. 

Thus, when his name was called out by Sgt. Carter and 
the man coming over to congratulate him on being the 
most improved, Mark was flabbergasted. As he proudly 
hurried off to the field for the demonstration, leaving 
Sgt. Carter next to Cheryl, Mark had no idea that his 
life was now in his fiancée's hands, or more precisely 
between long sexy legs! 

Cheryl looked up puzzled to Sgt. Carter, saying "I'm so 
surprised! Mark has always expressed how... how unsure 
he was doing in training! I've been so worried about 
him... worrying that he won't come back alive! This is 
really a relief to hear you say he's the most improved, 
Sgt. Carter!" 

Seeing the rather devious smile on the black sergeant's 
face, a shudder of fear coursed throughout Cheryl's 
petite body. As he leaned over to whisper something to 
her, Cheryl wanted to step back and move away from this 
lecherous man but did not want to offend him, 
especially since he was in charge of Mark's training. 
Then she was presented with an odd question, as Sgt. 
Carter asked her "Do you remember me saying that 
besides skill, one needed luck on his side? Well, Mark 
has luck on his side, Ms. Miller! But what do you want? 
Good Luck or Bad?" 

"Good, of course!" she responded. 

Reggie now had his planning working to perfection as he 
advised the trembling beauty "Well, Miss Miller, the 
type of luck that's in store for yer Mark lies right in 
yer purty little hands! Do ya know that the 1st 
Sergeant creates much of the type of luck a soldier 
gets? Fer example, could ya believe how much Bad luck 
comes to those assigned to be on point, the first one 
leading the way! Believe me, Mark is far from being the 
most improved, it was just a means to git myself close 
to ya!" 

With demonstration about to start and the crowd craning 
their necks in that direction, Cheryl shivered in 
revulsion as the back of Sgt. Carter's hand moved down 
her arm, caressing her. Frightened out of her wits, yet 
not wanting to offend Mark's sergeant, Cheryl forced 
herself to remain still as the bold man was taking her 
left hand in his and toying with her engagement ring. 

Frozen to the spot as Sgt. Carter continued to caress 
her, Cheryl heard him advise "I's can gives ya a 
guarantee that yer Mark will never be sent out on 
point! Ya be nice to me and I's take the boy under my 
wing and make sure he comes back to ya... alive... and 
not in a body bag! It's all up to ya, sweetie! 
Otherwise, I's can guarantee ya one thing, ya can 
cancel them wedding plans permanently cause he ain't 
coming back alive! Make up yer mind before he gits back 
here, it's all up to you, baby!" 

Frightened out of her mind, Cheryl swallowed deeply in 
trying to comprehend it all, wondering if or even who 
she could go to and report what was just proposed to 
her. Should she or could she go to a higher up in the 
military? But Cheryl realized that it would just be 
countered by allegations that she and Mark had conjured 
up such a ploy in order to get him out of the service. 
'Oh, God, what does he want of me?' she wondered, but 
deep down Cheryl knew very well it was not just to talk 
story. 'If I don't... I'll have only myself to blame 
for Mark's death!' she told herself. 

Demonstration over and Mark headed on back, Cheryl's 
heart was thumping madly in her chest. Looking up 
pleadingly at the evil Sgt. Carter who was grinning 
from cheek to cheek, Cheryl blinked back the tears and 
stammered, "I-I... okay, I'll do it!" Then she heard 
the sergeant respond "Open house gits over at three! 
Meet me at the 'Footloose Bar' at 4! Turn right at the 
gate and go west for a mile and it's off to the left!" 

With Mark returning from a successful demonstration 
firing three mortar rounds and hitting the targets, 
Cheryl found herself sobbing in his embrace. "Why are 
you crying, Cheryl?" Mark asked. "I-it's just that I-
I'm so proud of you, honey!" she responded. Her arms 
wrapped around Mark's neck, Cheryl then heard Sgt. 
Carter's gruff voice "Very good work, Pvt. McCoy! Very 
good!" She heard the evil sergeant pat Mark on the back 
but she then cringed when the patting hand moved to 
caress hers. 

At 3 o'clock approached, all the loved ones had tears 
in their eyes as they embraced the soldiers in 
training. For Cheryl, her tears were that of absolute 
fear as well as for bidding a fond goodbye to Mark. 
Sobbing as she hugged Mark tightly, enjoying the feel 
of his arms around her, Cheryl silently said 'Forgive 
me, Mark, please forgive me! What I'm about to do... is 
for your safety, to make sure you come back home 
alive!' 

To make matters worst, just as the passionate kiss 
broke between she and Mark, up came the devious Sgt. 
Carter who advised "Now don't ya fret none, Ms. Miller! 
As I's went and promised ya, I'll see that yer man 
comes home to ya all in one piece!" "And Private, yer a 
real lucky man to have such a sweetheart like this 
praying every night fer yer safe return home!" he 
addressed to Mark. As she was about to depart, Mark 
called out to her "Drive safely, honey! I'll give you a 
call just after breakfast, before you head off for 
church!" 

Having passed the sleazy looking 'Footloose Bar', 
Cheryl drove further on and bided her time at the 
nearby coffee shop, pondering if she dared not showing 
up. But with Mark's life depending upon her, Cheryl 
knew that she would have to do whatever necessary to 
assure his safe return from the war zone. Resigning to 
her fate, as 4 o'clock neared, she got into her car and 
headed over to the dive. 

Heart fluttering in nervousness, Cheryl pushed the door 
to enter the darkened establishment as loud blaring 
music suddenly hit her ears. Blinking her eyes to get 
them acclimated to the darkness, Cheryl shivered in 
realizing that there was not a white face in the crowd. 
Feeling self-conscious with all eyes upon her, Cheryl 
gazed about in hopes of locating the man she was to 
meet. Finally, seeing the wide grinning face of the 
familiar sergeant, she nervously made her way over to 
the booth he was in. 

Seated in the booth, ordering a vodka tonic, Cheryl 
didn't dare object when the devious man seated next to 
her told the waitress "Make it a double!" She could 
only nod to that and also when Sgt. Carter advised 
"Right on the dot, Miss Miller! I like that... in all 
my women!" Glad that the drink came quickly, though 
normally only one to sip at her drink, Cheryl took a 
large gulp and then another. 

Too nervous and scared to even attempt a conversation 
with the man, Cheryl could only tremble in fear as she 
finished her first drink. As the waitress passed, she 
called out to her, saying, "I'll have another, a 
double!" Unaccustomed to drinking alcohol so fast, nor 
in such quantity, Cheryl felt a bit relieved that her 
senses were numbed. At least it allowed her to bear 
with the sergeant's hand pawing at her nyloned thigh 
under the table and beginning to slide up the hem of 
her dress. 

Fear and nervousness filling her body, Cheryl basically 
could not comprehend all the things the man was telling 
her, being so pretty, so nicely dressed, etc, etc. But 
the one thing that registered was when Sgt. Carter 
advised "Snuck and read yer luv letter to yer boy, 
telling him how's difficult it is but ya's glad ya 
two's gonna wait till yer wedding night! Now sweetie, 
I's jist can't believe ya's 24 years old and still 
cherry!" Then it got even worse when he added "Ya know, 
I's ain't ever had the honor bestowed on me to pop a 
purty white girl's cherry!" 

Up until this point in time, Cheryl had held out a hope 
and prayer that Mark's evil 1st Sergeant would be 
satisfied with just some talk and companionship over a 
drink. But that hope and prayer had all dissipated with 
the man's last remark, making it all too clear that he 
was expecting to have sex with her. 'Oh, God I was 
saving... it... myself... for Mark!' she told herself. 
'B-but if I don't sacrifice it... myself, Mark won't be 
alive to claim it... me!' she realized. 

Woozy after downing half of her third drink, having 
made the decision that she would make the sacrifice to 
save Mark's life, Cheryl blinked back the tears and 
stammered in asking, "Y-you will put on a... a condom, 
aren't you? I-I can't take that kind of chance!" 
Shuddering from the caressing hand under the hem of her 
dress, Cheryl cringed as Sgt. Carter chuckled in 
advising "Don't normally wear one, honey! Takes forever 
to git my rocks off!" 

Seeing the beauty's frightened eyes, Reggie added, "But 
if ya's insist, sweetie it's up to ya to go an buy'em!" 
Viewing her now puzzled look, he told her "They's 
sell'em right here, ya can jist order'em from the 
waitress!" As the trembling beauty fumbled with her 
wallet and taking out a twenty dollar bill and sliding 
it over to him to make the purchase, Reggie just smiled 
as slid the money back to her, advising, "Ya want the 
protection ya purchase'm!" Seeing the way the sexy 
beauty flushed with embarrassment, Reggie's hardon was 
ready to bust right through his khakis. 

When the waitress stopped at their table to ask 
"Another double, sugar?" Cheryl nodded a 'yes' then 
softly stammered "A-and... I-I'd like to buy a, a 
condom!" Cheryl wanted to sink right through the floor 
when the waitress responded loudly "A condom? Sure, 
what size and brand, sugar?" Having never made such a 
purchase, only seeing various rack displays in passing 
while at the drugstore, Cheryl swallowed and gave a 
blank look at the evil sergeant. 

"Honey, if its for this big black bull you're with, 
it's gotta be the Magnums!" the waitress advised. "How 
many do you want, honey?" came the next question from 
the waitress. With her blank look continuing, Sgt. 
Carter chirped in "One sure ain't gonna do it, 
sweetie!" With the waitress laughing as she picked up 
the twenty, "This should be enough to supply you for 
the night!" 

With her fourth drink delivered to the table, Cheryl 
swallowed at the box of condoms lying atop of the 
table. Gulping down a swallow of the potent drink, she 
tried to steel herself, trying not to show any reaction 
to the hand rubbing at her sex through her panties and 
pantyhose. Finger pushing into her indentation, she 
felt so embarrassed as a gush of juice began to seep 
out of her most private part. 

Drink downed, assisted up to her feet by the anxious 
sergeant, she was advised "Ain't ya fergitting 
something, honey?" Looking back, Cheryl shivered in 
shame and embarrassment as she reached out to pick up 
the box of condoms. "Where, where are we going?" she 
questioned, as the man was leading her out the back 
door. "Don't ya worry sweetie, there's a motel next 
door and I's already got us a room fer the night!" she 
was told. 

Alone in the motel room with the evil sergeant, Cheryl 
staggered over to the bed and sat on it to clear her 
head. Seeing the man kick off his shoes and then pull 
his shirt over his head to bare his muscular black 
chest, Cheryl frantically fumbled with the box of 
condoms. As Sgt. Carter approached, dressed only in his 
pants, she nervously held up a condom to him. Condom 
packet taken from her and tossed back onto the bed, she 
was advised "Not quite ready fer that yet, sweetie!" 

Reggie couldn't believe how fuck'n innocent this little 
bitch was, apparently thinking that it would be a wham, 
bam, thank you ma'am kind of fuck. He wanted to test 
just how innocent she really was, figuring he'd enjoy 
some fun in making her think she still got a chance to 
save her virginity. "Tell ya what, Miss Miller... ya 
git me off with yer soft purty hands and jist maybe 'ol 
Reggie won't be able to git it up again to pop that 
precious cherry of yers!" 

Anxious for the chance to save her purity, having heard 
some sorority sisters in college comment on their 
boyfriends being too pooped for after being jerked off 
by hand, Cheryl had some hope remaining. With the man 
standing a foot from the bed, Cheryl closed her eyes 
and blindly reached out with her hands. Shuddering as 
she made contact with the rough fabric of the khaki 
pants, Cheryl felt the unmistakable feel of the metal 
zipper. Tracing her trembling fingers up to the tab, 
she slowly pulled it down. 

That task done, left hand pulling the opening wide, 
Cheryl then reached in with her now shaking right hand. 
Expecting to feel the material of a softer jockey 
shorts, she gasped as her fingers immediately came into 
contact with sticky male flesh and a pad of short kinky 
hairs. Fingers tracing down the length of what felt 
like a baby's leg, she trembled 'Oh, God, it... it 
can't be... no man could be this, this big!' Struggling 
with the opening of the pants, pulling with all her 
might, Cheryl finally managed to get it out. 

Unable to believe what she was now grasping with two 
hands, one on top of the other, Cheryl couldn't resist 
the temptation to actually see it in the flesh. Opening 
her eyes, Cheryl gave a loud gasp of astonishment and 
fear in seeing just how immense a penis this man 
possessed. 'God, I'd never be able to take anything 
like that! It'd kill me! I've got to make him feel good 
with my hands, whatever it takes to keep him from 
putting it in me!' she realized. 

'Soft purty white hands stroking my boner, an innocent 
white chick trying to preserve her honor, what more can 
I's ask fer?' Reggie smiled, enjoying watching the dumb 
broad trying to jerk him off. 

"Ah sweetie, that sure feels good! Yer boy Mark got 
anything like that?" he tauntingly asked. Seeing her 
shake her head 'no', he then continued "Ya's got a 
'real man's' cock in yer purty hands now, sugar! Yeah, 
baby, stroke it, stroke it!" 

A bit over five minutes of stroking, Reggie saw the 
beauty cringe as her hands became slick from the 
leakage of his pre-cum oozing out of his pisshole, 
lubricating the pistoning motions. Seeing the pretty 
trim white manicured fingers now greasy with is 
lubrication, Reggie twitched his cock some to provide 
more lube. Hands pumping up and down, wringing at his 
cock in an attempt to make him shoot, seeing the 
sparkling glint of her diamond nearly had him blowing 
in excitement. 

Being the experienced cocksman that he was, Reggie 
stemmed the urge and regained control of the situation. 
He could see that the innocent young beauty was 
astonished that he had not cum as yet, especially as 
she had been feverishly jerking on him for over ten 
minutes at this point. As her stared ahead at his 
flaring cockhead, Reggie could see that the alcohol and 
sexual act being performed had the little beauty 
mesmerized. Reaching forward slowly, placing his hands 
at the back of her head, he gently pulled he a bit 
towards him. 

Bloated cockhead just inches away from her staring 
eyes, pre-cum about to drip from his pisshole, Reggie 
advised "Lick me, sweetie! Lick my cock!" His words 
snapping her back to her senses, he felt her try to 
pull her head back but his hands held her firmly in 
place. Edging forward, Reggie grinned as the beauty 
cringed in disgust, then pulled her head forward. 
Beautiful lips clenched tightly, he guided her head 
from side to side, giving her a thick coat of lip 
gloss. "C'mon, baby, open those purty lips fer me!" he 
ordered. 

As the reluctant beauty refused to comply, Reggie 
growled, "Open up bitch, or ya can kiss that boy of yer 
goodbye fer good! What's it gonna be, bitch. Ahhhhh... 
oh, yeah, yeah, tongue me babe, tongue me!" he groaned 
as the innocent beauty complied, parting her lips to 
admit his bloated and leaking cockhead. Sawing in and 
out, fingers entwined in her long silky brown hair, 
Reggie savored the feel of this fantastic face fuck. 

Hands on the man's thighs, trying to push him away, 
Cheryl desperately tried to stop him from pushing more 
of his filthy penis into her mouth as it was now about 
to go down into her throat. "Gaaaaaa... gaaaaaa... 
gaaaaaaa!" Cheryl gurgled as the thick piece of meat 
forced its way down her throat. Swallowing time and 
again, throat muscles constricting around the invading 
cock, Cheryl wanted to be sick from this act of 
degradation. She felt so ashamed, so degraded, not 
believing how anyone could want such perverse sexual 
gratification. 

Hearing her gurgle, seeing the whites of her eyes as 
she looked up at him for mercy, Reggie eased his cock 
back out to allow her to breathe once again. As the 
color came back into her cheeks once she got the much 
needed air, her saw her eyes blinking once again as if 
saying 'thank you', Reggie then resumed sawing in and 
out of her sweet mouth. "Oh, baby, oh, yeah, suck it 
baby! Ohhhh yeah, gonna cum soon!" he announced. 

With that announcement, Cheryl's eyes widened in horror 
as she realized 'Oh, my God! H-he's planning to... to 
do it right in my mouth! Oh, God, he's sick... he's out 
of his mind!' Struggling with all of her might, trying 
desperately to unmouth the filthy animal, Cheryl found 
herself being held firm and unable to escape his evil 
clutches. Suddenly Cheryl felt the cock expand in her 
mouth, heard the man grunt loudly, then hot sticky 
mucous began pouring into her mouth in spurts. 

Cheeks bloated with her mouth filled the brim, unable 
to spit out the filthy goo, Cheryl was forced to 
swallow or die. Survival instinct taking over, Cheryl 
swallowed, allowing the slimy bile to ooze its way down 
her throat and then slowly course down to form a hot 
lake in her belly. Still her mouth was filled to the 
brim as the cock twitched once and again, spurting out 
more and more of the vile fluid. 

Drained and dwindling cock finally pulled from her 
parted lips, Cheryl could only sit there dumbfounded, 
clutching at her queasy belly. Mouth partially open, 
about to throw up the foreign substance in her belly, 
Cheryl quivered and shook as some of the vile spend 
clogging her throat made its way back up to pour out 
over her lips and chin. Clutching desperately at her 
belly, thick stringy white cum dripped from her chin to 
fall upon the skirt of her blue dress as well as to 
puddle on her nylon covered thigh. Panting hard, body 
shuddering as she tried desperately to quell her belly, 
her breathing finally began to settle back down. 

With Sgt. Carter having stripped off his pants and 
sliding up onto the bed behind her, Cheryl shivered as 
the man ran his large hand up along the spine of her 
back, stopping to caress the back of her neck where her 
dress ended. "Stand on up and gives me a striptease, 
sweetie!" she heard him order. Glad to be able to move 
away from his rough caressing hand, she stood up and 
moved ahead several yards. 

Seeing the beauty tremble with fear as she fidgeted 
about, slowly turning to face him, Reggie could see 
that she was trying to stall the inevitable. Smiling as 
he gazed upon the frightened and hesitant prey, he then 
gave her a suggestion "Why don't ya start with yer 
heels, sweetie!" Petite foot slipping out of right heel 
as she used her left to step on the back of her spike. 
Then toes placed on the of her left heel, the beauty 
stepped out of it to stand barefoot before him. 

As the beauty hesitated once again, Reggie just said 
"Next!" as the scared young woman sniffled back the 
tears while reaching up under the hem of her dress. 
Slowly, the ivory white flesh of the beauty's flawless 
legs began to appear with the peeling down her dark 
pantyhose, causing Reggie's cock to twitch with 
excitement. Long beautiful legs bared, stocking pulled 
to reveal her cute toes and petite feet, Reggie could 
only lick his lips in hunger. 

With the beauty shuffling about nervously, obviously 
stalling once again, Reggie snarled "Do I need to tell 
ya what's next? Or do ya want me to come over there and 
tear it offa ya?" His threat to go over had the 
frightened beauty responding quickly as she reached up 
behind her neck to unhook the clasp of her dress and 
pull the zipper down. Seconds later, front of her 
shoulders bared as she held the dress up for 
protection, then the dress dropped to the floor as the 
beauty sighed in resignation. 

Dress puddled around her feet, Cheryl put her head down 
in shame and humiliation, knowing that any other 
garment removed would reveal private parts never seen 
by anyone other than her gynecologist. "C'mon, sweetie, 
lemme see them purty titties of yers!" came the gross 
demand, causing Cheryl to shudder in revulsion. Hand 
reaching behind her back, her trembling fingers 
unclasped the hook to her lacy white bra. Closing her 
eyes, Cheryl felt the shoulder straps slide down her 
arms as her bra cups fell from her breasts. 

Air being cooled only by the revolving fan, the sudden 
exposure of her breasts to the blowing fan resulted in 
the stiffening of her pink nipples. Feeling her nipples 
respond to the cold air, Cheryl felt so embarrassed at 
having the evil man think she was actually getting 
excited from being forced to bare herself before him. 
Trying to cover herself, she brought her arms inward to 
cover her budding nipples from the lusting eyes. 

"Um... um... um... not much left, is there, Miss 
Miller? Must be true luv fer a purty little lady like 
ya to offer up yer precious little cherry to save that 
boy of yers! Now for the unveiling of that purty little 
pussy that's come to save the day fer lucky Mark 
McCoy!" Reggie taunted the sobbing beauty. As the match 
pair of panties was tugged down to bare her most 
private part, wanting to humiliate her even more, 
Reggie hollered out "Damn, that there is one beautiful 
little beaver! And clean too!" 

Crossing her arms once again to cover her stiff 
nipples, Cheryl used her hands to cover her sex as she 
let her panties slip from her fingers to fall atop her 
puddled dress. Eyes widening as she observed her 
tormentor swing his legs over the side of the bed to 
face her, his manhood sticking straight up like a 
flagpole, Cheryl watched as the evil man stroked 
himself. 

Ordered to "C'mere, bitch!" Cheryl nervously stepped 
out of her fallen panties and dress, now buck naked, 
she padded her way over to the bed with arms trying 
desperately to cover her privates. 

Cheryl swallowed in fear as the demented man announce 
"Time, baby! It's time! Time ya became a 'woman'!" 
Standing between the widespread legs of her 
blackmailer, looking down at the weapon he planned on 
plundering her virginity with, Cheryl advised "You, you 
need to put on a condom!" 

"Uh uh, sweetie! Ya wanna keep from gett'n yerself 
knocked up, ya's gotta put the raincoat on me!" Reggie 
advised, reaching over to grab the foil packet lying on 
top the bed. Tossing up to the nervous beauty, watching 
her catch it, he went back to stroking himself and 
snickered "Gonna make ya bleed now baby, but ya can 
still change yer mind and let yer boy bleed all over 
the ground over there that's a fuck'n guarantee!" 

Fumbling with the foil packet, managing to tear it 
open, Cheryl got her very first look at the thin object 
that was to provide her with the protection needed. 
Fingering the rolled up condom, trying to determine how 
to put it to use, then bent forward to unravel it upon 
the jutting bone. Unsuccessful from that angle, Cheryl 
realized that she'd have to get down on her knees 
between the widespread legs of the devious man in order 
to get it accomplished. 

On her knees, the cock was now throbbing and waving as 
a smiling Sgt. Carter let go of himself, thereby 
forcing Cheryl to hold the man's penis steady in order 
to sheath it with the protective coating. Never having 
performed this task, Cheryl swallowed as she tried to 
hold the thick stem steady while getting the condom 
rolled down upon it. Unsuccessful on her initial 
attempt due to the moving object getting away, then 
finding she had the condom upside down, Cheryl finally 
was able to breathe a sigh of relief in making some 
headway as the bloated head was covered. 

Thumb and forefinger unable to fully encircle the 
pulsating penis, Cheryl stroked at it in order to 
unravel the protective sheath. Job done, she then got 
up off her knees and took a step back from her 
tormentor as he now partially closed his obscenely 
widespread legs. "Come and straddle on my knees, 
sweetie!" she was told and Cheryl nervously moved 
forward to comply. Shivering as she straddle the man's 
legs, planting her feet flat on the ground, Cheryl 
suddenly placed her outstretched arms out as the man 
reached out to drag her forward upon his knees. 

Dragged forward till the upright cock was now pressing 
straight up against her belly, the sight of her ivory 
white tummy serving as background for coal black 
babymaker had Cheryl shuddering in fear and revulsion. 
Her agony was made even worst as the man taunted, 
"Lookit sweetie, when's I's git it all the way up ya, 
it'll be all the way up yer gut!" 

Forced to stretch her arms out and place her hands on 
his shoulders for balance, Cheryl was finding it 
impossible to keep her feet planted on the floor as the 
man's thighs were stretching our wide once again. Then 
just the tips of her toes brushed the carpeting and 
Cheryl had to wonder what the evil man planned next. 
Large hands inserted under her buttocks, Cheryl was 
then told to push herself up with her hands as the man 
assisted in lifting her. 

Feeling the fumbling beneath her, Cheryl quivered in 
fear as the thick rubber coated cock was fitted up 
against her slit. 'Oh, my God! My God! What's he doing? 
Not like this... not like this!' Cheryl trembled in 
realizing the deplorable way she was to lose her 
virginity. All the romance novels, pictures, and movie 
scenes had depicted a woman lying in bed where 
intercourse would take place. But with her body being 
balanced upon the man's rock-hard shaft, poking up at 
her never before penetrated slit, Cheryl's fears were 
obviously well-founded. 

Indeed, Cheryl's worst fears were about to come true as 
the large muscular arms now were tightly encircled 
around her trim waist. Reggie was savoring the moment 
of truth, enjoying the panting fear expressed by the 
lovely beauty as was about to destroy her innocence 
once and for all. He was going to 'ruin' her precious 
little body in a most devastating way, by using the 
pretty thing as a pile-driver onto his cherry buster. 

Pulling the petite body down with all of his might 
while thrusting up at the waist, it was a quick and 
sudden end of her innocence. 

"AIEEEE! AIEEEHH!!" came the painful shrieks that 
signaled the sudden rupturing of Miss Cheryl Miller's 
previously well-guarded hymen. Those high-pitched 
screams were heard throughout the entire motel but 
Reggie knew no one would be investigating it as they 
knew better in this locale. 

Another lunge upwards while slamming the petite beauty 
down upon him brought similar shrieks of pain as her 
buried another few inches into her tight virginal slit. 
Then Reggie felt the thick fluid escaping their union, 
feeling the fluid flow over the sac of his testicles to 
build at the bottom and drip to the ground. He knew 
what that fluid was, the evidence of the sobbing 
woman's busted cherry! "Bleed, baby bleed!" he chuckled 
loudly as more and more of the fluid escaped when he 
pumped up into her time and again till his foot-long 
dong was in to the hilt. 

It was sheer pain and agony for Cheryl as she sobbed in 
disgrace. Gone was her innocence, the virginity she had 
planned to save for the man she married, but she knew 
that she had sacrificed it for a good cause, to help 
keep her future alive on his dangerous mission. But the 
painful tearing of her hymen was so immense that she 
felt like she was about to die. "Please... please, Sgt. 
Carter, please stop for awhile... just a bit, it hurts 
so bad!" she pleaded. 

Hearing the beauty cry for mercy, Reggie would not have 
taken pity normally. But with his devious mind still at 
work, he advised, "Okay, sweetie, push up on my 
shoulders and I'll lift yer purty little ass up!" As 
she slowly came off his skewering prong, Reggie deftly 
began shucking at the ribbed end of the protective 
condom, rolling it upwards in the process. 

With the panting beauty catching her breath, 
recuperating from the stabbing pain, Reggie then eased 
her hips back into position as he fitted himself to her 
once again. The only difference this time, unknown to 
the delirious young beauty, was that fuck was going to 
recommence 'bareback'! With her cunt slit in pain, 
aided by the bloody lube, Reggie had correctly surmised 
that the unsheathed cock would go unnoticed. 

Glad that she had so many drinks, feeling quite 
intoxicated, Cheryl managed to survive the horrendous 
ordeal. The loss of her virginity to the man who 
promised to look after her future husband in the war 
zone seemed a willing price to pay. As the pain eased a 
bit, Cheryl closed her eyes and wished the intoxicating 
liquor would put her too sleep. Then came that hot 
soothing balm that flooded her as she shuddered and 
went limp as darkness suddenly overcame her. 

Sunlight creeping through the thin curtains, Cheryl 
blinked her eyes in an attempt to focus them. Not in 
the familiar bedroom of her apartment, a shudder 
coursed through her body as she glanced about the cheap 
motel room. Splitting headache as a resulting hangover, 
body aching badly, she then felt the wet sticky mess 
between her legs. Grimacing as she tried to move her 
legs, Cheryl reached down to touch her matted wet 
curls, then brought her hand up. Shuddering as her 
fingertips were coated in a slick mixture of blood and 
slime, the rather hazy memory of event began to clear. 

Sniffling as she felt that she had been unfaithful to 
Mark, Cheryl told herself that she had only done it to 
save the life of the man she loved. Sacrificing her 
precious virginity, that was meant for Mark to claim on 
their wedding night, seemed a worthwhile price if it 
meant Mark would be still be alive to get married to 
her. Cheryl kept telling herself that she had done it 
for Mark, that although he wouldn't be able to claim 
her virginity, she had assured him added protection in 
the war zone and that he definitely had a better chance 
of coming back to her. 

End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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