CHAPTER 1 - THE MASTERS COME

 

"THE SPERM OF WAR IS DISORDER, AND DISORDER BREEDS OPPORTUNITY."

 

The words were cut into the strip of iron screwed to the large wooden picture frame. It held a photograph of an insane asylum converted into a secret prison camp. Behind the barbed wire a crowd of beautiful young women and girls huddled together. The fear in their large eyes, and the strain on their faces laid bare the abuse to their bodies and the terror of their existence.

The hemline of their thin, short dresses rode high on their thighs, flapping in the wind. There was no revealing crease in the fabric to tell of panties underneath to shelter their feminine muff, no embarrassing shoulder strap creeping out of their neckline to hint of a bra holstering their large, luminous pink breasts. Under the flimsy white dresses was only warm skin, and the shape of vulnerable nipples poking out in the cloth.

Appalling red stripes and ugly purple bruises on their legs and arms, creeping up their thighs under the dresses, told where the whip and the truncheon found work to do.

"Excellent, Doctor,' the Field Marshal said. "You have served the military forces of the New Empire well."

Doctor Vosh sighed contentedly and saluted the photograph with his vial of champagne. "One does what he can."

 

CHAPTER 2 - THE NAKED NIGHTMARE BEGINS

 

The brunette girl's naked body jerked and trembled with the trauma of her ordeal and exhaustion. She was secured with restraints on top of a clinical table, her urine pooling between her wide-spread legs. The fresh whip welts on her belly and thighs glowed red in the dim light. Stiff leather cuffs strapped down her shoulders, elbows, and wrists, cutting into her flesh. Another pair of cuffs gripped her ankles, holding her convulsing legs painfully wide apart. Wicked electrical clamps bit into her nipples and labia. Gleaming barbed probes were imbedded deep into her vagina and rectum. Their black wires snaked back into a metal box in the grinning nurse's hand, her fingers poised above the controls. The girl's breath rasped, hoarse from screaming.

The man standing beside the table smiled as he caressed the inside of her thighs. Another naked girl, strapped into a body harness, stood next to him, reaching down and stroking his exposed cock. His voice was tight with breathless excitement.

"Nurse, increase the power to two thousand volts, and set the frequency at four pulses a second."

"Yes, Doctor Vosh."

The girl's wet brown eyes widened. "N-n-no. Please, sir, I'll be nice to the soldiers, I'll ... AUGH! OW! AUGH-H-H!"

The army doctor bent over her face. "Weep, my little pubescent toy. Weep and know that you are being cured of your stubbornness and pride." He nodded to the nurse.

"OW! No, can't stand ... AUGH! Please! Don't hurt m ... YI-E-E-E-E!"

"You see," the doctor continued, "this is much worse than kneeling naked before a man and being ordered to open your mouth."

"Please ... I'm sorry! I'll try to ... AI-E-E-E! AUGH! -AUGH!-AUGH!"

The doctor's eyes widened, his body tensed, and the viscid stream of his sperm shot from his rigid cock, spattering on the tortured girl's belly and thighs. Her head rolled and banged against the table, and she lost consciousness.

"Enough for now," The Doctor said. He turned to the naked female in the black leather harness. "Lick me clean, then wipe up her stink and release her from the table. Throw her back in her cell. In four hours wake her up and take her back to the Servicing Chamber. Tell the guards to test her again."

"What about her sharing my bed in my cell tonight?" She shifted her chained feet nervously. "You promised ..."

"You shall have her when the men are finished with her." He released a clamp from the unconscious girl's nipple and pointed it at the harnessed girl's bare breasts. "And in the morning you will be the girl strapped down on this table and demonstrate your loyalty again to the New Military Empire."

She paled. Her voice sank to almost a whisper. "Yes, Doctor."

 

***

 

"Doctor Vosh?" The young Secret Police Captain stood in the open door to the office.

"Yes, Captain. May I help you?"

The tall muscular officer pulled an envelope from his greatcoat pocket. "I am Captain Zeimy of the Secret Police, here to deliver a consignment of girls. Their fathers were arrested and confessed to working for the resistance. I need your signature." He laid the papers on the doctor's desk.

Dr. Vosh tugged at his neatly trimmed beard. "I must inspect the girls before signing, Captain Zeimy."

"Of course, Doctor. I took the liberty of unloading them and your guards have them waiting in the processing chamber in the cellar."

The doctor picked up his riding crop and motioned to his nurse sitting at her desk. "Good. Let us see what we have to play with tonight." They followed the captain along the corridor and through the barred door to the stairway leading down into the darkness.

"Any blondes or redheads this time?" Dr. Vosh asked.

Captain Zeimy grinned. "Yes, Doctor. Some petite little blonde, blue-eyed girls from the North; stubborn pretty redheads from the west that will be fun to train. Their mothers and brothers have been shipped to our manufacturing cities to labour in the factories. Their fathers are dead or prisoners in labour camps."

"Good," the doctor replied. "I want some variety here to please the generals and staff officers. I'm due for a promotion, you know."

"And I will be staying here for two months, Doctor. We have five more truckloads of girls coming, and I have been assigned to your training staff, to help with the increased number of girls."

"Any experience with female prisoners and punishment? This isn't the usual kind of work an officer is trained for."

Captain Zeimy slapped his leather gloves against the side of his leg. "I have excellent credentials, Doctor." Zeimy grinned and winked at the nurse. "I spent six months assigned to Secret police headquarters in charge of interrogation. You would be surprised at the number of foolish girls and beautiful women who fell into our hands. They were broken when I finished with them. The old men on the farms especially enjoy the companionship of the young female slave labourers. After heavy labour in the fields, it is sweet to lie in bed with a beautiful young girl. It is a good time to be a loyal Empire man."

"And a loyal Empire woman, Captain," the nurse said.

Doctor Vosh tilted his head toward the nurse. "Lieutenant Rikka says the company of girls chained in her bed is just as entertaining for her as they are strapped down spread-eagled in ours."

Captain Zeimy noticed the sharp, cruel angle of Lieutenant Rikka's uplifted chin. "Then you must be devoted to your work here."

"I am, Captain." Her cold smile showed a row of perfect white teeth. "These captive girls learn quickly to fear and obey me. I ask your permission to demonstrate some of my training methods with your new girls." She pulled aside her white lab coat and showed the coiled whip attached to the wide belt of her officer's tunic.

"Of course. I look forward to sharing such pleasurable duties with you, Lieutenant."

Something in his voice disturbed Lieutenant Rikka. Somehow she sensed he meant his 'sharing' included his enjoying the pleasure of her body as well.

Their military boots thudded on each stone step as they descended into the ancient cunning labyrinth under the chateau. Designed to prevent the mental patients from finding their way to escape, it served well as the mouth of hell for frightened captives led into its belly of darkness. Bare bulbs hung from the double strand of wires, glowing orange to light their way down to the wide steel door flanked by black-uniformed guards.

"Open," Dr. Vosh said. The guard pulled the ring of keys from his black leather belt, selected one, and turned it in the lock. the other guard pushed the door inward.

The sound of girls crying echoed off the dank walls. There were fifty of them, some still in their delicate frocks. They pressed together under the single bare light bulb, their handcuffed arms behind them. A few had their blouses torn open. A dozen brutal men with truncheons in their hands guarded them with evil grins.

"Attention!" The officer of the guard called out.

"Line them up," Captain Zeimy ordered. "We want to examine them ... closely!" He grinned with the last word.

The guards prodded the girls, herding them into five rows of ten each. The whimpering girls shuffled into position, hampered by the short chain of their ankle cuffs.

The Captain, Dr. Vosh and Nurse Rikka moved slowly down the rows in front of them. He tugged briefly at the torn blouses, smiling at the delicate lacy bras smudged by the guard's soiled fingers. He cupped one tear-stained chin and tilted up her childlike face.

"Such pretty green eyes, and a ruby mouth like a pubescent Venus." He motioned to the officer of the guards. "When this one has been processed take her to my private room. Make sure she is secured in the usual way."

"Ok, Doctor."

Dr. Vosh and his nurse followed Captain Ziemy down the line, continuing their inspection. "So many lovely ones to choose from. Fortunately it is late in the Fall, and the nights are getting longer."

"Surely, Doctor," Nurse Rikka said, "our Supreme Emperor will generously praise us for turning these girls into sluts to service the lusty soldiers of our Homeland."

Captain Zeimy reached down and caressed the soft, curving buttocks of a petite redhead. "And service us, Lieutenant Rikka." He moved the palm of his hand down the roundness of her trembling ass. She whimpered and tears dripped from her face. His hand reached the hem of her short skirt, and caressed the warm fabric between his thumb and fingers. Grasping it, Captain Zeimy pulled it slowly upward, savouring the choked sobs. Her dress rose, exposing the pink silk panties hugging her buttocks. He tucked the dress under her belt and slipped his other hand between her thighs.

She cried out and jerked forward. "No! Please. Don't touch me there!"

Nurse Rikka slapped her face. "Silence, Bitch! You are at attention." She shoved her whip into the girl's face. "Do not move or you will be severely punished."

Captain Zeimy resumed his caressing up between the girl's quivering legs. She closed her eyes, crying openly. The others standing nearby also shut their eyes, some sobbing in sympathy and terror.

"Such smooth and warm panties, so delicious to touch." The captain said. He circled his fingertips on the silky softness. "They are so beautiful. I would like to keep them to frame and hang on my wall. Have this girl write her name on them and deliver her to my room tonight."

"Of course, Captain, it will be a pleasure." the grinning guard said.

"Weep, my little captive," the nurse said. "I look forward to giving you a thorough medical examination in my bed."

They moved on, inspecting the other girls; tearing open blouses, tugging brassieres aside, touching breasts, pinching nipples, lifting short skirts. The stagnant air of the barren room thickened with the heavy, sweet scent of female fear and the strong musk-rutting smell of erect men. When the last girl had been pawed, their three tormentors returned to the front of the room.

"Now listen carefully," Nurse Rikka called out. "The doctor will explain your duties and the rules you will live by ... or suffer under."

Dr. Vosh swept his eyes over the bent heads of the humiliated girls. Blondes, redheads, brunettes; all young, all pretty, all to service the savage lust of the most feared military force in Europe. He cracked his riding crop loudly against the shank of his leather boots. The girls jerked at the sound.

"Now, little ones, I will be like a father to you. You will obey me like dutiful daughters, or be punished worse than you can imagine. And you will obey my staff; my nurse here, the Captain, and the guards. We are your masters. If you fail, picture in your memory how the bully in your villages whipped his cattle and mares until they were bloody when they angered him. It will be worse than that for you in here.

"You have only one purpose, only one reason to live. To give pleasure to the military forces of The New Empire. You will be trained to animate your bodies freely and skilfully in sexual gratification. Those who obey will eat, and sleep and live. Those of you who think you are too pure and saintly to debase yourselves will find no rest or escape from pain. Continue to resist, and you will die slowly in a torture cellar. We will bring your mothers here also, to die alongside you. If you love them, obey us."

He turned to the Officer of the guards, "Strip them, and take them to the showers."

The Doctor and nurse left. Captain Zeimy remained to enjoy the pageant of the guards ripping off the screaming girls' clothing.