Slave of war
And she was needed often. Every few feet one of the soldiers would tug the rope through her pussy, and pull her up to him, taking a minute or two to bite and chew at her nipples or to force her to her knees for a mouthful of cock.
She had already tasted the cocks of nearly half the squad before she was hoisted onto the truck. Once inside she was led into the middle of the truck bed with the soldiers sitting on benches on either side. One of the platoon leaders, a young corporal, removed the rope and wiggled the damp panties from her pussy.
“These are surely wet enough, gents!” he laughed holding up the tattered lace. “I think she likes being our squad bitch.”
A sergeant near the gate of the truck suddenly stood up, bracing himself as the truck lurched into motion with a thick scarred hand on a brace above him.
“Well, Corporal Bevins, you led the taking of that enemy position just yesterday … you should lead the fucking of this horny bitch!” The truck erupted in cheers except for the helpless woman standing exposed on the center who whimpered and shook her head in horror.