"Duty" {Pendragon} (Mf rape viol)
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DUTY
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
Daughter? No that is a very snapshot. I keep it on top of
my desk to remind me of what it cost me sit at this desk. People
in your country think that we grind the peasants and live without
a care. That is not true. Military people like myself keep this
country together. And before we received positions of
leadership, our predecessors made sure we had the same dedication
that they displayed. I test the younger officers for dedication,
as well. I pray that they will continue the dedication and the
testing.
When I took this I was a new first lieutenant. I had
been through one minor campaign in the South and studied at your
School of the Americas. Then I was sent to command a platoon in
the West where the real fighting was.
We swept up to one village in helicopters. They tried to run
but we landed on all four sides. We followed standard
procedures, moving everyone into the square, tying the and
boys, lining them all up, searching the houses.
My captain asked several matrons where their husbands were.
When one couldn't answer, he knew he had the of a rebel.
The second in command had a taste for girls. Once I'd made
my choice, rank wouldn't override it. I reached Consuela, the
girl in the picture, before the soldiers had dragged a bed out of
the largest house. I spoke to her while they were tying the
matron to the corners of the bed.
"Do you want that?" Clearly she didn't. "I could take you
there in front of everybody. Your fiance would know that you
resisted." I assumed she had a fiance or intended. I also
assumed he was with the rebels. There were five women thirteen
to thirty for every that age.
Tears were streaming down her face while the matron was
stripped. "Please, please, no." The captain got between the
matrons legs and enjoyed her struggles for a moment. Soon,
however, he signaled the with the cattle prod. The shock
hits them so hard that they take a moment to scream, and he
entered her in that pause. From where the prisoners stood, it
looked as though his entry had caused that scream.
"I could take you there. Do you want that, or do you want to be
my sweetheart. We can be alone in a house, only I will see your
body, I'll be gentle with you, your friends and won't see
a thing. Is that what you want?" She was looking hopeful.
"Would you rather be my sweetheart? I have to hear you say it."
She nodded. I waited. "I will be your sweetheart."
"Then you have to act the part of a sweetheart, you have to
court me as I court you." She nodded again and hung her head. I
didn't push for words that time.
During my study in your country, I learned many things; but
this, the most important, I learned in a social setting rather
than a classroom. I saw an instructor's deal with her son.
"Do you want to take Fuzzy Bear to bed with you, or Snoopy?"
Clearly, the didn't want to go to bed at all. But, given a
choice, he made a choice. That is how to deal with these girls.
Give them a choice. Then they are participating. She asked me
to take her virginity in privacy.
I asked her what house had been her family's and told the first
sergeant to assign it to me. Since it was far from the best, no
one would object.
My platoon was left in the village while two others marched off
into the forest, and a third provided cover. Duty took me away
from Consuela for a while, but my platoon provided the guard over
the women. They wouldn't 'forget' that I had claimed her for my
own.
After dinner, I set my sentries and then went to fetch her. On
the short walk to her house I asked her age, and she told me
that she was three months shy of sixteen. After she showed me
which bed had been hers, I set a bright electric lantern to light
that area. She helped me off with my boots and shirt. Then it
was time for her to undress. She was reluctant.
"If I have to tie you down, it will be on the bed in the square.
And I can still gather an audience." This started her moving,
but she still blushed deeply. By the time she was naked, the
blush had reached her breasts. These were somewhat larger than
you would expect for fifteen, but still had the firmness of that
age. Once she was naked, she hurried into the bed. Before I
could follow her, there was a shriek from down the street.
Someone was moving faster than I.
This stiffened her body while it quelled any interest she had in
conscious resistance. "Please be gentle," she begged.
"I will be gentle, but you must cooperate. Gentleness cannot
work if you fight everything." She lay there accepting my mouth
on hers and my hands on her breasts. I kissed her mouth and
sucked her breasts. There was a small tussle when I parted her
legs, but it was more within her than between us. What I found
between those legs, however, was nearly dry. In the end, my
gentleness consisted mostly of spreading Vaseline.
When I was against her entry, I felt that muscles weren't the
only tightness resisting me. It was no surprise. Those village
mothers try hard to guard a daughter's virginity. By this time
there were at least two others down the street sobbing hard
enough for us to hear. "It hurts much less if you push back
against me," I told her. She nodded and started to raise
herself. Then I drove in. I tore her and lodged myself halfway
in with that first thrust. She cried out but not loud enough to
be heard down the street. "That was the worst of it," I said. I
waited while she tensed for the next thrust and while she
relaxed. Then I thrust to the bottom.
Fully within her, I took time to kiss away her tears. "That
hurt," she said.
"I never said that it wouldn't. You knew it would. It hurts
every woman the first time. But do you think that you as
much as those you hear crying?"
"Not really."
"I did what hurts least, and I told you how to make it better.
Now I'm going to start moving again. Do you want it to last, or
do you want it to be over quickly?"
"Please, as soon as possible."
"Then you have to cooperate now. You have to widen your legs so
I can move freely. Hold my thighs and pull me to you. That way
it will end quickly."
I kissed her before I began moving. She whimpered a little as
my organ brushed her torn flesh, but she my tongue as I
drove back and forth in that tight, newly opened, tunnel. True
to my word, I made no effort to hold back. I sped up as soon as
she relaxed enough to let me, and soon I drove all the way into
those depths again and pulsed within her.
Despite what I said about tying her down, I took the precaution
of handcuffing one arm to the bed frame. She slept in my arms
all night.
One must balance the physical with the psychological. That
conquest had been a glory in both senses. I had controlled her,
occupied her mind -- as we occupied the villages -- before
occupying her body. She was mine, body and soul. The feeling of
victory as I burst into her was as heady as the feeling of
friction. The tightness was more than physical. The release had
been as mental as it had been glandular. I felt myself beginning
to swell again as I fell asleep holding my conquest.
With such thoughts in my mind and such delightful warmth against
my body, it was no wonder that I was stiff again in the morning.
"Do you want me to keep being gentle with you?" I asked. She
nodded. "Then you must act to reduce my lust." I told her more
about oral sex than she was going to remember. She knelt down
and took me in her mouth. There is pleasure that comes from
expertise, but there is another pleasure which comes from being
first.
She kissed and licked the head at my direction and then took it
into her mouth. It was warm and moist, an echo and a promise. I
made sure that her lips and tongue were protecting me from her
teeth. Then I provided the movement. Knowing that she had never
had a in her mouth before was as exciting as the warm,
smooth, friction. I moved in and out slowly as long as I could.
"Suck!" I told her. Then I increased my speed until I lost all
control. I thrust into that upper cavern until she gagged, and
then spilled my seed into her mouth. She, in turn, spilled it
out. I made no objection. I have never understood why you
Yanquis see a virtue in the woman swallowing.
When she had herself under control, I told her to clean up the
mess and herself. By the time I returned her to the guard on the
women no external sign told of her experience in the past night.
Our strange courtship proceeded from there. We never pretended
that we were not enemies, but we were and woman sleeping
together. After that night, I moved us onto the bed of her
parents. The memory of pain had to compete with the memory of
rustling sheets and creaking bed. She soon was moist for my
petting. I taught her to kiss me back, and I taught her to put
me in her.
By the end of the first week, she was responding more and more
to my caresses. The evenings were quieter, as well. Only the
senior lieutenant's were crying loudly enough to be heard.
That evening, I spent a long time kissing her mouth and face and
breasts. I was stroking her lower lips at the same time. She
began rocking her hips and tightening up. She knew what was
coming and fought it. She didn't fight me, however, and I kept
stroking her and her nipples until she had an orgasm.
She blushed as deeply as she had when she stripped the first
time. "You really are my sweetheart," I said. "Put my cock in
you."
She turned her head away and cried, but her hand was gentle and
warm as it obeyed me. Her tunnel, too, was hotter and wetter
than I had ever known it to be. It was still tight, but the
tension that I had guessed was resistance was now gone. I held
back as long as I could to appreciate the liquid velvet that I
was moving within. Then I plunged to her utter depths as I
pulsed my seed into that warmth. Once done, I did not withdraw.
Rather I lay on her and kissed the tears off her face. Only when
I had shrunk and come out naturally, did I cuff her to the
bedstead and cuddle beside her.
That morning, I began petting her as soon as I was awake. She
resisted more than she had the night before. At last, however,
she was moving and breathing as she had just before her orgasm.
Then I entered her. This brought more resistance, but one hand
was still handcuffed to the bed frame. I was in her, and moved
through warmth, and wetness, and her unwilling tightening. I
stroked the little bud an inch above her tunnel. She contracted
around me and gasped out. While she had her completion and cried
in shame, I stroked slowly to my own. The crying provided almost
as much motion around my organ as the climax had. I finally
shook and collapsed onto her.
"I hate myself," she said.
"You shouldn't. You are keeping your word. You *promised* to
be my sweetheart."
"I didn't mean it."
"Do you want to be on the bed in the street and have all my
platoon fuck you one after the other?"
"Would you do that to me?"
"No, I wouldn't. That is because I keep my word. Then you try
to break yours."
"I won't do that again."
"Admit that you are my sweetheart. Remember it. Being my
sweetheart protects you. You enjoy it too. You don't have to
tell anyone else. But in this bed with me, you have to stop
denying it."
It took me two more days, but she came around. She kissed me
back, kissed my face and nipples, thanked me -- rather than
cursing herself -- for the pleasure she received while I was
within her. I took the soon after that. Doesn't she
look enticing? We were both very happy that day.
I had expected our company to stay in that village for a month,
but orders to move out came two days after I took the picture.
The tactic of taking the home villages of the rebels had worked.
They were fighting set battles around another village, and the
company was needed there. We were ordered to move out in the
morning. Camp followers were clearly impossible.
Our last night together was bittersweet. She must have known
something. Perhaps she sensed my mood, perhaps she had heard
something. Military secrecy is an ideal which is seldom
achieved. Anyway, she was more eager to please than ever before,
kissing me with real passion, responding to my caresses with
motions and moans. I took longer than ever before, as well. I
knew that I would never kiss those again, and I kissed
each one all over before I reached the bright, hard nipple on
top. I spent a long time on each of those, licking, then
sucking, then licking again.
She was flowing down below. I spread this lubrication over her
entire valley. Finally, I bathed my member in it, repeatedly
rubbing it along the whole groove and especially against the
little nubbin on top. I was reluctant to bring this to its
conclusion, however delightful. She was begging me to enter her
before I finally let go of her hands. She placed me in her entry
and pulled me into her.
Almost immediately, she had a climax. I rode it out, the first
time I had done that with any woman. Then I stroked within her
tight, smooth wetness until she was ready again. She was
throwing herself against me when I thrust her back down to the
mattress and exploded within her own explosion. I lay in her and
on her for a quarter of an hour before I had the strength to move
off. I put the handcuffs on and held her tight to me for the
whole night.
I had expected that to be my last time within her and that the
morning would provide one more time of pleasure in her mouth, at
best. Instead she woke me early and nearly pulled me inside.
That was a quiet, slow, strangely sweet experience. By the time
we finished, nearly together, my morning duties were about to
begin. While she was still in the cuff, I told her about the
company moving out. I explained why I couldn't take her with me,
but she didn't really understand.
What does the English poem say? "I could not love thee half so
much, loved I not duty more"? Something like that.
Anyway, that morning was our last time together. But no
relationship since has ever been that intense for me. That is
one reason that I keep that picture. Also it reminds me of what
I have given up for the sake of duty.
I think, though, that I would remember her always, even without
the picture. That's because she blushed so hard before I first
saw her naked, and pushed back so bravely before I burst her
hymen, and cried so piteously before I shot her.
The End
DUTY
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
2002/02/25
For a quite different of a woman losing her virginity under
quite different circumstances, see:
rampant.txt
"Rampant"
The directory to all my can be found at:
index.txt
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