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                       MARINE SEX SLAVE
                         Part Seven

    They mercifully closed the hatch after that, and Casey was
allowed to lie on the bench and recover for a few hours before she
was called forward.

   There, she had to straddle each officer's seat and work her hot,
plump pussy mound down onto their hardened dicks until they spurted
their loads up inside her.

   By the time the plane landed in Japan she had come more than a
dozen times easily.

   A car with a respectful marine private driving, was waiting for
her when she deplained, at the military airport in Tokyo. She
enjoyed the airconditioned ride through the city, though she
thought it was rather dirty and noisy.

   The car drove eventually through the guarded gates of a large
military compound, and around to a square, two storey brick
building with two sentries standing in front.

   "This is your residence Maam." the private said, jumping out of
the car and opening her door. She winced at the sudden rush of hot
moist air, and blinked in the intense sunlight, as she stepped out.

   The private got her bags from the trunk and led her up to the
front door of the building and past the sentrys. The lobby was
small, and square, like the building itself. There was a reception
desk set in the middle of the floor and a Sergeant sitting there.

   "This's Lieutenant Donovan, Sergeant." the private announced.

   "Thats fine, private, just leave the bags." the Sergeant
replied.

   He placed them on the floor next to the desk and turned and
left.

   "You're late." the sergeant scowled at her.

   She opened her mouth to protest, but he waved it off before she
could speak.

   "Save it. It doesn't matter, just so your here in time for the
party tonight."

   Another sergeant arrived, in answer to a button the desk
sergeant pushed. He looked Casey up and down with professional
assessment.

   "Well at least they sent us a young one this time." he told the
desk sergeant, who nodded.

   "Not that we'll get a piece of it." he replied.

   "OK Donovan. Pick up your bags and lets go." he ordered.

   Casey followed him down a narrow hallway to an elevator, which
brought them up to the second floor. There they stopped at the door
to a tiny room with a pair of cots, a small bureau, and a big
closet inside. There were other clothes and things there already.

   Casey dropped her bags on one of the cots as the Sergeant showed
her explained some rules she had to follow.

   "Your roommate is Lieutenant Myers, who's working overtime since
the base is a girl short till now. Put your stuff away and shower.
There'l be someone here to get you in an hour." he said.

   He closed the door behind him, as Casey opened her bags and
started putting her things in the drawers and closet. Lieutenant
Myers had a huge wardrobe, including a lot of slinky evening gowns,
and sexy underwear.

   Casey smiled at her foolishness. They were army issue of course.
She hoped she'd get to choose some of her clothes. She preferred
blue and green.

   Suddenly the door burst open behind her. She whirled to find
half a dozen grinning, laughing young men crowded just inside the
doorway looking her up and down with excited interest. They were
all marine lieutenants.

   "Hot damn!" one said.

   "Nice piece! another agreed.

   "I can't wait to screw this one!" said a third.

   "Ha! Fat chance unless you can wait till the brass is through
with her."

   "Hey girl! What's your name?" one demanded.

   "Donovan sir!" Casey answered, her pussy already starting to
heat up.

   "Get your clothes off Donovan." he said impatiently.

   " We want to see what you look like!"

   "Yeah strip it off baby!" another shouted.

   Casey obediently pulled open her uniform jacket, which was held
only by snaps, revealing her rounded breasts, confined by a very
tight thin shirt.

   "Ohh I like this!" one of the men exulted.

   Her skirt and shirt, in fact all clothes issued to the Suzie's
were designed to be pulled off quickly. She pulled the skirt open
and slid it off, then popped open the shirt. She posed seductively
for the admiring, excited men, in her tiny lacy blue bra, and
matching g-string.

   They whistled and hooted as she turned slowly in front of them,
pushing her chest out, and then her ass as she turned her back on
them. She bent over slightly, parting her legs, giving the excited
group a full view of her pretty ass.

   "What a fantastic little ass!"

   "I can't wait to fuck it!"

   "I bet it's tight!"

   She turned and smiled at them, then popped the catch on her bra,
opening it and letting her breasts out free. The men whistled and
sighed as they beheld her high, firm breasts, and her tiny pink
nipples.

   "I just gotta suck that!"

   "Yeah!"

   "I love tits!"

   "Fuck waiting! I'm gonna screw this little slut right now!" one
of them yelled, rushing forward.

   He knocked Casey backwards with the force of his impact, as he
threw his arms around her and buried his face between her breasts.

   He half dragged her back to the bureau, as she felt other hands
at her stomach and ass, and thighs. A hand she couldn't see, pulled
her g-string down and off, leaving her naked, to applause.

   The man who had rushed forward first, pushed her back across the
bureau, his face mashing down on hers. His hands squeezing and
kneading her breasts, while other hands stroked and squeezed up and
down her body.

   She felt hands all over her, especially between her legs, as
hands pulled her ankles far apart, and grasped, and clutched at her
ass cheeks and pubic mound. She grunted as two long fingers were
driven up inside her cunt tube.

   "I get to break the whore in first!" a tall redheaded man
exclaimed. I'm senior." the others reluctantly agreed, and he
stepped between Caseys splayed legs.

   He pulled her ass downwards a little so it was on the edge of
the table. Casey's head, still hung out over the other end of the
table, as the first guy who had touched her, continued to kiss, her
face, and suckle and squeeze her now much enlarged titties.

   "Look at these hard little nipples!" he said. Proudly stepping
back to display the erect nubbins to his colleagues. Casey mewled
in pleasure as the redhead pushed the hard head of his rigid member
against her puffy bald cunthole and drove it deep inside with a
single forceful thrust.

   "Ohhhhh She's tight!" he groaned.

   "TIght and wet!"

   Casey squirmed on the table, as the fuckpole slid back out then
slammed back into her again. Soon the redhead began pumping her
cunt with furious, high speed humps, that made his balls slap
against her ass cheeks, and rocked the bureau against the wall.

   His hips slammed repeatedly into her inner thighs and groin, as
he gasped in exertion and pleasure. His hands gripped her waist,
jerking her back and forth like a lifeless doll, as he skewered her
with deep, raping thrusts.

   "Take it you slut! Take my cock! Oohhhhh Man!" he gasped.

   Another of them scurried around to the head of the bureau and
pushed his cockhead against her mouth. Casey opened her lips
eagerly and sucked the hard prick deep into her mouth, then gulped
inch after inch of it down into her throat, as the officer groaned
and held her ears to keep her head down.

   He began fucking her face, with fierce humping jabs, that banged
the back of her head against the side of the bureau with each
thrust.

   Casey didn't care though, the addition of a second cock to her
body, sent her already seething body, flying over the edge of a
tremendous cum. The redhead fucking her pussy, had to hold her legs
as they started to flip and jerk against him.

   She gargled in unrestrained pleasure into the cock reaming her
throat. Girl juices gushed down her fuckhole, to envelope and coat
the massive cock pistoning inside it.

   "Uughhhhh! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fill this little whoooooore
with jism!" the redhead groaned.

   Then he humped his groin forward, driving his pole balls deep
into her, his back arched, and his head pulled back as he grimaced
in release, and pumped wads of cum down into Casey's hole.

   He stumbled away, and another officer immediately took his
place, cramming his meat into the glistening, satiny smooth cunt
slit. He almost came right away, just at the sight of his reddened
erection clasped between those soft, pulpy cunt lips.

   He threw his hips forward, watching excitedly as his proud organ
disappeared into the seemingly tiny, little slit in the blonde
girl's crotch. He bent forward, bringing his mouth down on her left
breast, and sucking in her nipple and a big chunk of flesh. He
chewed her hard pebble happily. His teeth nipping and twisting the
tender flesh between them.

   Then the man fucking Casey's face blasted his hot load down into
her throat, moaning in satisfied bliss as she gurgled and drank
down every last drop, then licked his cock clean.

   Another guy took his place and Casey slurped his cock down into
her mouth and then down her throat happily. Her guts were heaving
and churning with the onset of a second orgasm as she worked her
tongue up and down the shaft of the penis.

   The man fucking her stood back, his hands on her hips, fingers
clutching tightly, and began fucking her with slow, hammering
strokes. He poised just the head of his erection inside her, then
with a short hesitation he jerked her whole lower body off the
bureau, and up to meet his cock just as he slammed his hips
forward, to impale her with the fuckpole.

   Then he slowly slid his cock back almost all the way out and
repeated the manoeuvre. Each complete stroke took almost five full
seconds, and each made Casey cry out soundlessly in pain and
ecstasy as she was repeatedly emptied and crammed with hot male
meat.

   She trembled as she slid into another orgasm, then her whole
body shuddered with sexual fire as storms of electric ecstasy
exploded out of her abused cunt and a roaring furnace of sensations
rippled up and down her torso.

   "Look at this hot little cuntpad!"

   "See her squirm!?"

   "What a BITCH!"

   "Hurry up so I can screw her!"

   The guy between her legs speeded up his hammering fucking
thrusts as Casey wiggled and her chest humped up and down on the
bureau top. Her mouth was like a voracious vacume cleaner as she
suckled frenziedly on the cock embedded in her throat.

   Her cunt was crackling with high tension electricity. Her tits
rippled back and forth in time to the powerfull driving thrusts,
and her hands opened and closed repeatedly. Euphoria swallowed her
mind, turning her into jerking twitching blob of inflamed flesh.

   She rocked back and forth on her shoulders, the only part of her
body touching the bureau. Her mouth suckled on the cock, trying to
envelope every inch of it and even suck in his hanging balls too.

   "Suck it BITCH!" the man screamed, as his cum exploded out the
end of his cocktube and sluiced down into her throat. He was
practicaly riding her face and head, jamming his cock brutally hard
down her throat as he groaned in happiness.

   The man fucking her cunt grunted in time to his fucks, then, as
the man at her face, pulled wearily out, his hand raced up her body
to grip her hair roughly, and jerked her whole upper body up off
the table, and forward, so he could mash his lips against hers.

   He was holding her aloft, cock buried up her twat, her legs
squeezed tightly around his waist, and his arms encircling her back
and head. His kiss was bruisingly rough, and she felt his teeth cut
her lips as he jammed his tongue inside her mouth.

   He shoved her back against the wall, pushing one of her legs way
up in the air, so it was back against her chest, and ploughed his
cock in and out of her gaping fuckhole with maniacle energy.

   Casey grunted, her eyes closed in weary shocked bliss. Her head
fell back weakly, to bang against the wall, and her body quivered
helplessly. His cock thundered back and forth in the teenager's
cunt pit, as he slammed her body back against the wall with
bruising force. Then he gasped and jetted his cock up into her guts
in ecstatic release.

   "Come on, get out of the way and let me in there!" the last man
cursed. He pushed aside his friend and grabbed Casey by the hair,
jerking her off the table, roughly, and slapping her forward across
the bureau.

   "I don't think I need any sloppy seconds." he exclaimed,
pointing his cockhead at her winking little crinkled anus.

   "I'm gonna split these cheeks open and ream the little bitch's
asshole out for her!"

   "Haaaa!!"

   "Go to it man!"

   "YEah! Fuck her ASS!"

   "Your gonna like this ain't you Suzie!?"

   His cockhead pushed forward, smoothing out all the crinkles in
the little hole, pushing it open and wider to admit his fat, rigid
phallus. He kicked her legs aside to open her even further, and
humped his body forward, pushing his cockhead past her sphincter
and into her little tube.

   "Man oh man is this little asshole tight!!" he exclaimed.

   He could feel the asshole clasping and squeezing tightly around
his cockhead, and watched her asshole clinging roundly to every
miniscule ridge and indentation of his manhood.

   He thrust forward, driving several inches of cock down into her
rectum. Casey yelped in sudden pain as her asshole fought to adjust
to this intruding staff. Then her asshole abruptly loosened and
sucked in the rest of his cock like it was pulling back a stool.

   He felt his cockhead pulled deep into her guts, and felt the
twisting length of her asstube straighten out to recieve his
sceptre. He fought the suction to pull his cock backwards, then
thrust forward, skewering her with his deep plunging cock.

   His hand came down on Casey's head, and grasped a wad of hair to
jerk her head and upper chest up off the bureau top.

   "You like that split-tail?!" he demanded excitedly.

   "You like taking my cock up your asshole!!??"

   Her mouth hung slackly open, and her eyes were bare slits as she
dazedly nodded her head slightly in his grasp.

   "Say it bitch! Say how much you love it!" he demanded, ramming
his cock high into her belly, and bringing a cry of sudden pain
from the girl.

   "Come on slut!"" he cursed, twisting her hair back to pull her
chest up and back in a bow.

   "PP.pp.p.p.pleeeeeze!!" she whimpered.

   "Say how much you love it you piece of shit!!" he gritted,
jamming his meat up into her with vicious force, and jerking her
head back even more.

   "I..I..I Love it!!!" she whined.

   "I Love being assfucked!

   "I love you fucking my asshole!!" she sobbed.

   He dropped her head with a curse, sending her chest and face
plunging back to strike the bureau with a dull thump and crack. He
grabbed both her thighs in his big hands and tore her legs up and
apart, yanking them with powerfull force until she was practicly
doing the splits on the table.

   His cock ripped in and out of her anus, skewering her asshole,
sending wretched pain and raptuous pleasure boiling through her
body, and flooding her near senseless brain with overloading bursts
of fiery sexual sensations.

   She lay there unmoving, except for his thrusts, grunting like a
mindless animal as the phalus impaled her and flooded white jism up
her anus and into her guts.

   "That's a nice fuckin piece there!" she heard.

   "We oughta get more like that!"

   "Fuckin brass gets all the good meat!"

   The men did up their pants and departed, leaving Casey sprawled
over the bureau, gasping for breath.

    "Why the fuck are'nt you ready yet you bitch?!" a voice
demanded.

   She looked up blearily, her vision swimming.

   "Oh for christs sake!" who's been screwing you?" it said
angrily.

   Casey focused her vision on a large, overweight Sergeant,
looming over her. His hand darted forward and he jabbed several
fingers up her cunt, then withdrew them.

   "You stupid cow! Your so full it oughto be leaking out your
nose!"

   She murmured something unintelligible in response, which only
aggravated him more.

   "You can't go and see the General full of cum!" he gritted.

   Casey cried out in sorrow and pain as his hand lashed out and
slapped her ass with a loud crack. He lifted his hand and cracked
it down again, then again and again and again. The confused girl
began bawling piteously as her ass was spanked with fast hard
strokes, making the soft, tender flesh bounce and redden.

   "Now get up!" he ordered sternly.

   "Get into the shower and clean yourself off, and I'll try to
find something to explain why your late!" He jerked her off the
table by the hair and flung her across the room towards the
bathroom door.

   It took her ten minutes just to recover enough to turn on the
water and step into the shower. Twenty minutes later, when the
Sergeant showed up again, she was blow drying her hair in the
mirror.

   "Hurry up will you!" he demanded. He moved up next to her,
towering over the girl, who only came up to his chest.

   "Give me that." he sighed, pulling the dryer from her shaky
hands.

   "Stand up straight!"

   He stood in front of her holding the dryer brushing her hair
furiously, the bristles digging into her scalp.

   He concentrated on his task, styling the hair back and to the
sides neatly. She stood there meekly, as he fixed her hair to his
satisfaction.

   "Good enough." he muttered, shutting the thing off and putting
it on the counter. He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the
bathroom.

   There was a gown on her bed, and he pulled her over to it and
picked it up, and took it off the hanger. He held it in front of
her as if measuring, then nodded in satisfaction and dropped it
back to the bed.

   He picked up a g-string and knelt in front of her briefly.

   "Foot up." he said.

   She raised her right foot and he slid the thin string over it.

   "Other foot."

   She lowered her right foot and raised her left. The sergeant
slid the G-string up her legs and settled the tight elastic band
around her waist. The blue gown went on next. It was a slinky,
shiny thing shaped like a the letter Y. The two arms of the Y
enfolded her breasts though it plunged deeply, and if she leaned
over, even slightly, it fell away from her chest revealingly.

   They joined together at waist level in a single strip of
material that fell to below her knees. It was just wide enough to
cover her front and back, though her thighs, and hips were bare, as
were her sides, and if she moved too quickly, the back part would
show her behind, nicely.

   The sergeant stepped back to scan her dress, then nodded
satisfied.

   "All right, let's go." he sighed.

   Casey followed along behind as he strode out of the room and
down the hall to an elevator. They travelled down to the lobby,
then across it to a much better decorated section of the building.
She could hear music playing, which grew louder as they approached
a set of double doors at the end of this hall.

   The sergeant and she pulled up in front of the doors, where he
handed her over to a small, skinny little man, with a receding
hairline, and a pencil thin moustache, who was wearing a tuxedo.

   "Well it's about time." he said petulantly. His voice was very
high pitched and had a nasal whine to it that Casey found instantly
dislikeable. He grabbed Casey's bare arm without a word and led her
through the doors.

   There was a party in progress. A number of high ranking officers
were wandering around, glasses and cigars in hand talking and
laughing together, almost always accompanied by a lithe young woman
dressed in a similar fashion as Casey.

   He led her across the room past a number of small groups to a
table in the far corner. Four men sat there, along with three young
women.

   "General Morgan?" the little man said, in an oily tone.

   "May I present Lieutenant Casey Donovan." he pushed her forward
subtlety.

   The man who was obviously General Morgan, looked at her
appraisingly, a slow satisfied smile spreading across his lips.

   "Well, well, well. I must say, you are well worth the wait
darling." he enthused, rising to take her hand.

   "Come sit down right over here." he indicated an empty chair
next to his.

   "Why thank you General. I'm sorry I was late."

   "Think nothing of it my dear." he answered. "The best things in
life are worth having patience for." Casey sat down next to him,
eying the rest of the table discretely.

   All of the men there were Generals, bedecked with flags and
ribbons. General Morgan was around fifty, she guessed. Very tall,
and heavily built. He had a wide face, and flat, squared head,
topped with very short hair, starting to go grey.

   The party was nice. All the officers were nice, and Casey and
the other girls there, fawned and fussed nicely for them. As the
evening wore on, and the drinks began to tell, the atmosphere began
getting more intense, with repressed sexual desires.

   The talk of war turned to talk of sex, with many of the officers
commenting lewdly and obscenely about their past exploits and their
dates that night.

   General Thompson, to Casey's left, was the worst at her table.
He went into great detail of how he had screwed a little vietnamese
girl in the war there, much to the delight of the other men at the
table.

   "Course she didn't have the tits this one has." he laughed, his
hand pulling open the front of his date's dress and cupping a wide,
fat nippled breast tightly.

   The girl, a large bodied, brunette, with green eyes, sighed in
pleasure, real or pretend, as his fingers kneaded her breast.

   "S'long as she's got three holes, who cares about her tits."
another of the men slurred.

   "Sit up here baby." General Morgan directed Casey, patting his
lap. She rose from her chair and settled sideways, onto his lap,
one arm around his shoulder.

   "Hmmmm, these look tasty." he murmured, peering down at her
breasts, exposed by her slouching position.

   His hand slid under the strip of dress covering her belly, and
rubbed her stomach gently, before dipping lower and rubbing and
squeezing her pubic mound through the g-string. His mouth pecked
her cheek from time to time, or nibbled gently on the side of her
throat, as his fingers twirled almost absently around her groin.

   Casey began to lose track of the conversation as those fingers
began building up the heat in her guts. Her head rested against the
General's chest and she purred almost like a kitten as he slid his
fingers into the little g-string and slid them slowly up and down
her bare slit.

   "Come on let's dance." he said.

   She didn't really hear him, but scrambled from his lap as he
started to rise and accompanied him as he led her out onto the
dance floor.

   The music was slow, some kind of waltz she figured, and the two
of them moved slowly around the floor. The General held her tightly
against him. At first his hand was on her back, but then slid down
onto her buttocks to cup them firmly, with one then both hands.

   Other couples on the floor were similarly engaged, with one girl
dancing completely nude with a little bald headed Admiral.

   Morgans hands slid beneath the strip of clothe to cup her naked
ass cheeks. His fingers continuously worked in and out, kneading
and squeezing her fine soft flesh. One hand slid down along her
crack, and then further to go right up beneath her crotch and cup
her pubic mound from behind. His head came down and kissed the side
of her throat as his teeth chewed on her skin.

   "You got a nice, tight little ass Casey." he sighed.

   "Thank you sir." she mewled.

   One of his hands came up and slid inside her top, to squeeze her
right breast.

   The music ended, and they went back to their table.

   Casey sat on his lap again, and he resumed his gentle rubbing
and squeezing of her pussy.

   Casey trembled slightly from time to time, as little orgasms
shook her.

   "Why don't you take the little cunt around back and plug her so
she'll shut up?" one of the men demanded, as Casey's sighs and
gasps became louder.

   "I want her to be white hot, when I stick it to her later."
Morgan answered, gazing down at the wriggling little blonde.

   He pulled Casey around so she was straddling him, her back to
his chest. This spread her legs more, giving him greater access to
her crotch. He looked down the deep cup of her dress, to see her
full meaty bags rising and falling with her rapid panting breaths.

   "Let's get this off you." he said easily, sliding her g-string
down and off.

   "Much better." he grunted. His hand stroked her belly, and
crotch, sliding along her thighs from time to time.

   His fingers dipped occasionally into her throbbing love hole,
sending the little blonde into higher plateaus of pleasure.

   Casey sat slumped back against his chest, legs sprawled wide
apart as his hand worked between them. The general seemed to ignore
her except for his insistent roaming hands. From time to time, he
looked down at her in satisfaction.

   Even sitting on his lap, her head was well below his. He undid
the clasp at the back of her neck after a while, so her the top of
her dress collapsed, leaving her naked from the waist up. Casey
hardly noticed such was the dazed erotic pleasure rippling through
her.

   The constant small cums left her hotter with each one, her pussy
was desperate for a hard deep fucking but was instead being
continuously stroked and touched by the General's teasing hands,
which now began to work on her rapidly swelling breasts as well.

   He played with her like she was a toy, finding delight in each
squirming moan, and shuddering whimper. His hands circled and
stroked the tender, overheated skin of her tit orbs, making them
twitch and shiver.

   Her little nipples stuck straight out like hard little pebbles.
When he finally squeezed her boobs tightly, she gasped in joy and
arched her back with a small cum.

   "If you don't screw that little slut soon she's gonna rape one
of the dogs." a voice said cynically.

   "No hurry." morgan replied.

   His hand slid down over her neck, between her breasts, and down
over her trembling belly to cup her cunt mound gently, then slide
a finger up inside her.

   Casey moaned desperately, her cunt muscles squeezed and sucked
at his finger voraciously.

   Eyes closed, mouth wide, her head rolled back and forth, as soft
little sighs and gasps issued from her mouth.

   "So what did you think of that Syrian General?" Morgan asked one
of his colleagues, seemingly overlooking, the trembling teenager on
his lap.

   "I think he's an asshole."

   Casey whimpered as the fire in her belly grew higher and higher.
Her breasts throbbed and pulsed in time to her breathing as the
thin layer of taught skin fought to hold back the ever expanding
tit flesh beneath.

   "All right honey, turn around and put it in." Morgan sighed
patiently, giving his friends a suffering but tolerant look.

   Casey gasped and turned quickly around, her hands diving into
the General's crotch to undo his pants. His organ was,
astonishingly enough, still only semi erect. She pulled it out into
the light and rubbed her hands up and down the wrinkled skin,
squeezing it between her sweating fingers until it expanded and
hardened.

   She rose slightly, squatting over his lap, to place the head of
his organ against her plump, juicy cunt lips. Then she squeezed her
legs together and threw her crotch forward and down, impaling
herself on his meaty cock with a sound of joyful bliss.