The sight of his prick stained with my blood and his juices close to my face, revolted me but the guard squeezing my tits, hissed, ?Open your mouth.? ... did but closed my eyes to avoid actually seeing it. The taste was bad enough but the pain in my arse and head overrode all other feelings.Chapter 2. The General’s slave?Hello, I’m N’bukta, the General’s latest wife. Come on in a I’ll see what I can do to get you cleaned up.?Like all the females I’d seen so far she wore only a strip of cloth. So Kathy said that we would try to cure that. She told Jen that I was the best and most caring lover she had ever had, and if she was going to ever enjoy sex with a guy, she would enjoy it with me. Kathy suggested making me lay down and not letting me move for at least the start. I told Kathy that if she was going to do that she should at least tie my hands because I don't think I could do that.She got a couple of scarves while I emptied my bladder. She kindly tied me to the bedframe, not too. The woman smiled and sat in one of the comfortable chairs in the booth. Had she done this before?She moved and grooved and bopped along to the music in front of the woman, watching the enjoyment on her face. With each gesture and self touch her own excitement grew, hoping the woman was feeling it, too. Two thirds of the way through the first song, the woman needed to shift herself in her seat. She leant in, rubbing her clean, soft, nude skin across the front of the woman, rubbing across her. It. She was almost cramping with the need. Her legs were spread wide and the boys could see her crotch. The crotch band of her panties was tight, with curls of blonde hair sticking from the sides. The panties were sheer, and the slit of her pussy could be seen through them. Her brothers glanced at her occasionally, looking at her tits or her crotch.The lewd comments they made stung and hurt, but she had no way of stopping them. They seemed to take a particular delight in calling her a cunt, or,.