Slave of war
The Bascha had found the warslaves of these squads mildly amusing. Using them as sexual toys or selling them as whores to the locals or even for target practice. The members of 3rd Squad had abandoned their encampment and fled to the west. Their helpless warslave was left tied and gagged in the center of their encampment – a faint attempt to slow the advance element of the Bascha. The scout elements rolled past her with little more than a lusty smile and she was dragged before the Baschan commander.
“Well, well, the commander laughed. “It appears the Guild has left us a gift. Although I have to admit, I had no idea a vessel for holding sperm would be so lovely! How much cum do you think you’ll hold, sperm-whore?”
The helpless captive squirmed in her bindings, muttering a muffled answer into her gag. The commander simply laughed. “Primary, how many men are assigned to our spearhead unit?”
The Primary stepped forward crisply, 225 men, Commander.”
“Very good,” the Commander nodded. “We are scheduled for 36 hours here to refit, that should give us time to see how much cum this bitch will hold. Station this cunt in the middle of the camp. Allow each of the 225 men 5 or 6 minutes to pump our new sperm receptacle full of their sperm … pussy, mouth, ass, whichever they prefer. I went her kept gagged and plugged – both holes, so we can keep her full.”
Her torment began immediately and a small celebration began in the center of the camp – an assembly line of humiliation. Each man in the unit stepped up to their new captive, yanked one of the plugs or the gag out, and quickly stuffed their cocks in. Her mouth, her pussy and her asshole received cock after cock and load after load of hot semen was pumped inside her body. For the next 32 hours no more than 8 or 10 minutes at a time passed without a cock pumping thick, slimy loads inside her.
