A finger probed my anus. I didn't really want this, but I didn't resist. The finger was pulled out, much to my relief but then something else was push...d into my rosebud. I remember I screamed out but the plug, dildo or whatever was pushed in fully and left there.I tried to relax my anal muscles and after a few moments I got accustomed to the feeling."You are a dirty whore, aren't you?" said a voice. "You need to be punished."This wasn't what I wanted, it wasn't what I imagined. I expected to be. For the most part, they were all receptive to language training even in a rudimentary format. The scouts stayed pretty close to me the entire time because they were just as wary around the young Marines as the supposed allied South Vietnamese forces assigned to the protection of the small villages. I could understand that because sometimes the potent smoking content would cause some distortion of reality and a good Marine might go off the deep end without warning. I did my best to avoid that. .Time stopped. My heart skipped a beat. My breath caught in my throat.The rest of the world faded away, inconsequential. All that existed wasme... and this vision before me. The heavily-made-up face was as it hadbeen the previous weekend. There were new things, too; a lot of newthings. The hair was teased; I mean, teased. The cloyingly-sweet scentof hairspray vied with her Obsession for preeminence in my nostrils. Thejuxtaposition of the two fragrances fit her and was oddly compelling.The. However, fifty of our best troops who had lots of previous experience in the snow attacked the Vimnian camp that night, aided by the wolves.When I arose in the morning, a dozen wolves with blood on their muzzles were lying contentedly just outside my tent, licking themselves clean.Each day we ambushed the mercenary troops from high enough that their bows were ineffective. Despite the rapid decrease in their number, they continued to march doggedly. Each night, wolves and a different fifty men.