In the bush I had learned the hard way that prisoners were a bad liability, and could get you killed faster than an ambush or spring traps the VC love... to set on the trails. If it was one of our own we would risk our lives to help, but the enemy just didn't rate that kind of respect.My whole attitude as well as my teams had changed after we rescued some prisoners, and what I saw there took any pity I had for the enemy right out of my head. My whole outlook on ethical treatment of wounded. ...until he whispered in my ear.....'open you knees a little.........I am going to remove your panties.......I gasped again.......hoping he wouldn't be disappointed at how wet I had become.....He lightly touched my pussylips......I jumped in surprise...'you must stay still, my Katie, or I will have to punish you'Oh god - was being punished a good or a bad thing? I felt more excited at the thought, although I did not like the thought of being hurt.He lightly ran a finger over my pussy, finding. She could hardly believe it. She had not worn anything but the regulation dress, which was not at all becoming to her, since arriving at Kamp East. Upon receiving the dress she fondled it for a long time. It felt to her like silk, which it wasn't. She was also given a pair of high heel shoes, the first pair she had ever possessed. She practiced walking in them in the seclusion of her own cabin. The most unbelievable thing to Ruth however, was that she was allowed to apply make-up to her. Just then, Mat's face had this contorted look as he let out a groan and spewed his hot load deep inside of me. He continued his frantic pumping as his seed continued to flow into me.We got dressed and had some tea and made small talk before heading back upstairs. As I was going back into my room Matt was by the door of his room in just his briefs. He gave his soft bulge a squeeze and smiled before disappearing inside of his room. I crawled back into bed with John as he involuntarily wrapped his.