The Bascha had found the warslaves of these squads mildly amusing. Using them as sexual toys or selling them as whores to the locals or even for target practice. The members of 3rd Squad had abandoned their encampment and fled to the west. Their helpless warslave was left tied and gagged in the center of their encampment – a faint attempt to slow the advance element of the Bascha. The scout elements rolled past her with little more than a lusty smile and she was dragged before the Baschan commander.
“Well, well, the commander laughed. “It appears the Guild has left us a gift. Although I have to admit, I had no idea a vessel for holding sperm would be so lovely! How much cum do you think you’ll hold, sperm-whore?”
The helpless captive squirmed in her bindings, muttering a muffled answer into her gag. The commander simply laughed. “Primary, how many men are assigned to our spearhead unit?”
The Primary stepped forward crisply, 225 men, Commander.”
“Very good,” the Commander nodded. “We are scheduled for 36 hours here to refit, that should give us time to see how much cum this bitch will hold. Station this cunt in the middle of the camp. Allow each of the 225 men 5 or 6 minutes to pump our new sperm receptacle full of their sperm … pussy, mouth, ass, whichever they prefer. I went her kept gagged and plugged – both holes, so we can keep her full.”
Her torment began immediately and a small celebration began in the center of the camp – an assembly line of humiliation. Each man in the unit stepped up to their new captive, yanked one of the plugs or the gag out, and quickly stuffed their cocks in. Her mouth, her pussy and her asshole received cock after cock and load after load of hot semen was pumped inside her body. For the next 32 hours no more than 8 or 10 minutes at a time passed without a cock pumping thick, slimy loads inside her.
But the BDSM went far beyond … the Multiplier deconstructed the very molecular building blocks of the universe and accelerated them beyond the speed of light. Streams of electrons, protons, quarks and other particles of the same molecules circled the giant 2-mile magnatronic tunnel which surrounded the facility in an endless circle. Soon the facility was researching more than these elementary particles, since at the speed of light these particles began to interact with time itself.
And on November 11, 2021, the 48 men and 26 women who staffed the B.D.S.M. facility had created racing quantum streams – ribbons of time! For weeks the facility logged and studied the phenomenon as each ribbon seemed to showcase a view into a different timeline – some the recent present and some far past, some unrecognizable as our own human history. They marveled at these fleeting windows into dimensional time and were befuddled as to why none of the streams showed the future?
The accident happened just a month and half later. On January 1, 2022, these carefully controlled ribbons of pure time crossed, violently intertwining. The resulting explosion charred 4 square miles of earth, vaporizing several hundred local citizens and leaving homes and businesses heaps of smoldering debris – outside the perimeter magnatronic track. But inside the track, where the facility had once stood, searchers and rescuers found only undisturbed forest and lush pastures. Birds and other wildlife roamed the space as if it been undisturbed by humans for 100 years. The facility had disappeared leaving no sign of the huge structure nor its inhabitants.
Instead, they commenced the less rigorous activities of being away from the fight- drinking, gambling and abusing their attractive warslave. The captive scientist had spent segments of several hours each day in a different hut, servicing cock after cock either with her mouth, her pussy or her ass … sometimes with all three. And after each session she was paraded, dripping with cum, to the middle of the camp and forced to bath in a trough of hot soapy in plain view of any of the soldiers who wanted additional entertainment with their booze or meal.
Afterwards, she would be dragged back to the billet area and taken to the next hut for more fucking and forced pleasure. Late in the evening she would be bathed again, locked in a pen and allowed a few hours sleep before her sexual service would start all over again.
After several long, agonizing days of this treatment, she was bathed and moved the center of the camp. The unit commander was already announcing her as the centerpiece of a unit-building exercise where all the men – 33 in all – would participate.
She was bound tightly and strapped to a cloth-covered wooden table, laying on her back, with her long legs spread wide. The unit medic stepped between her legs and used a needle to pierce her clit with a thin metal ring. The warslave screeched in pain as the needle burrowed into and through her sensitive nub. Wires were then attached to each end of the needle while wired clamps were attached to her succulent nipples. She yelped as electric current began to flow flow into her sex.
“Gentlemen!” the commander shouted. “Pick your raffle numbers now … whoever predicts how many times this bitch cums, receives a 2-day pass to fuck her anyway, anyhow you want!! 20 minutes of shocking sexy electricity, starting now!!”
Three fingers were shoved into her dripping snatch, “She’s still sloppy from her last fuck!” The man slipped a fourth finger inside her as the woman moaned and squirmed to escape the attention. He shoved and twisted his hand and it soon was buried deep in her pussy. His fisting was hard and fast.
Another Baschan soldier, yanked a medallion off a scorched enemy jacket and opened the clasp to extend the needle-like pin which held it on. He took a firm grasp of her right nipple and roughly pierced the medal through the tender brown flesh. “There, now you’ve been awarded a medal for having a fist in your pussy in combat.”
The warslave was suddenly yanked to her feet and led across the camp center. The medal dangled and bounced from her pierced nipple and her gaping cunt dripped stale semen down her thighs. She was tossed into firing position and staked to the ground in the midst of a broken Vickers machine gun and several ammo boxes.
A soldier yelled from across the grounds, “Captain, we’ve loaded the truck and we’re ready.”
And she was needed often. Every few feet one of the soldiers would tug the rope through her pussy, and pull her up to him, taking a minute or two to bite and chew at her nipples or to force her to her knees for a mouthful of cock.
She had already tasted the cocks of nearly half the squad before she was hoisted onto the truck. Once inside she was led into the middle of the truck bed with the soldiers sitting on benches on either side. One of the platoon leaders, a young corporal, removed the rope and wiggled the damp panties from her pussy.
“These are surely wet enough, gents!” he laughed holding up the tattered lace. “I think she likes being our squad bitch.”
A sergeant near the gate of the truck suddenly stood up, bracing himself as the truck lurched into motion with a thick scarred hand on a brace above him.
“Well, Corporal Bevins, you led the taking of that enemy position just yesterday … you should lead the fucking of this horny bitch!” The truck erupted in cheers except for the helpless woman standing exposed on the center who whimpered and shook her head in horror.
The top-sergeant stood over them. “So you don’t like cock, is that the problem, dyke?”
The woman mumbled angrily behind the filthy panties in her mouth.
“Well, then your friend can take all the cocks meant for you. We certainly don’t want upset your delicate sensibilities. And instead of eating dick, you can service as the squad urinal.” He turned back to the men and women of the squad ignoring the panicked look on the girls’ faces.
“Take the lesbo and strap her to the flag pole. Hurley! Do you still have that dummy grenade?”
Private Hurley stepped forward and produced the dummy practice grenade. Yes, sergeant. Here it is.”
“Good, pull the pin and strap the ring in her mouth to keep it open. Stuff the grenade up her pussy.”
Hurley scooped up some grease from the nearby mess set and went to work. In minute the beautiful lesbian was strapped to the pole – her mouth held open by the metal ring and moaning with the grenade stuffed deep in her pussy.
Hurley began to undo his trousers, “Gentlemen, and ladies, the squad urinal is now open for business!” With that he stuffed his thick cock into her mouth and let loose a heavy stream of piss down her throat. The women gurgled and gagged but had no choice but to swallow the urine. She gasped as Hurley stepped away, seeing that several men were already lining up to piss in her mouth.