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The Darker Side of Combat!	By : Krystal_Frame Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 2821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hanley had a midnight visitor. He didn't seek her out. She came to him. He tried to persuade her to go back home, and reminded her that these were officer's quarters. But she ignored him. She never actually managed to get her dress all the way off, or to the prize she sought inside his boxers, but she spent enough time in his private quarters for the two of them to have made a decent go of it.
Hanley realized later that that was all she needed. Two days later he was visited by a colonel. The colonel was British, as a rule he was unhappy about the Americans landing by the day on the island, and he asked a few evasive questions in an irritated, aggressive tone, then left. Hanley didn't make the connection, and soon forgot about the visit.
Then he was given leave and he went to London. After visiting the American and Allied Officers Club in the big city, he found a WAC to tour the city with him, and they went sight seeing. He was full of English food, cheap French wine and Welsh beer when he finally dropped the WAC off at her quarters. He didn't quite make it back to the Officers Club.
Some parts were fuzzy. He woke to find himself in the basement room of an apartment house. His hands were tied behind his back, and around a pillar. The room was warm because of a giant furnace in the corner, which was the only reason he wasn't freezing to death in nothing but his boxers. He tried to work at the ropes holding him, then started screaming for someone to come help him.
He was awake for maybe two hours before he heard footsteps overhead. He started screaming all over, begging someone to come and let him loose. The footsteps moved over him like he couldn't be heard.
Based on the weak light coming through the windows near the basement cieling, Hanley judged it to be early morning when he finally heard a key in the lock of the door. Three men entered, all of them wearing suits a size too small for them. It seemed the purpose was to show off muscular but lean frames. They had masks over their faces, and spoke in what Hanley thought was English, but was so heavily accented that he couldn't be sure.
The door was closed again and locked with a padlock that the tallest of the three men kept the key for. One of the men had a bag.
He opened the bag and began setting candles around the room, lighting them while the three men talked. The other two took off their suit coats. One grabbed a broom and swept the floor, while the other tested the sink in the corner, poured water into a kettle, then set the kettle on a narrow surface of the furnace. He fed the furnace with wood.
Hanley tried to engage them in conversation but he was ignored. Once the candle lighter had finished he found a table, washed it clean of dust, then spread a blanket over it. Another pulled ropes out of the bag and set them up like surgical tools on the blanket. Other things came out of the bag. Things he didn't want to identify. Tubes, forceps, needles, narrow blades. A bellows and balloons.
Hanley started working at his ropes with renewed vigor, taking advantage of the fact that he was essentially being ignored. He was not going to be a willing participant in whatever was about to happen. One of the men came over and snapped a picture of him, using a flash bulb that blinded Hanley for a minute.
Then the men began to strip. While they did they clustered together, stroking, touching and petting. They had a vial of oil and they used it to massage muscles, lubricate entrances, and stroke to wakefulness their manhoods.
Hanley was practically pulling his shoulders out of their sockets, desperate to be free of the ropes holding him. The room was oppressively hot, the candles showed far too much of the disturbing behavior, and he was covered in sweat from fear and the heat.
The men came to him, pulled him to his feet, then began to pet and coat him with oil as well. The oil smelled of sage, irritated his skin causing it to heat up, and buried the smell of his sweat in its heady scent.
When they lowered his boxer shorts and found that he was covered in hair the men set to work with razors and lather. Hanley was trembling so badly that he was sure he would be cut open, but their hands were sure and certain. They spoke almost soothingly to him. Once the hair was gone, from his pubic area, his legs and even between his ass cheeks, Hanley was lathered completely in oil. It might have been fear, or some characteristic of the oil, but he was semi-hard when they released his hands.
He tried to fight them and gain his freedom, but they quickly jabbed one of the needles into his arm and he was instantly drowsy. He remained awake, but he couldn't seem to coordinate his movements with his desires. He was laid on his back on the table. His arms were secured, bent at the elbow with his hands up near his head. More rope went behind his knees and he was tied with his legs raised in the air, his ass and manhood exposed.
Before long they had mixed the hot water from the furnace with cold water from the sink, and something else that had a peculiar smell. This was placed in several different hanging bottles and a narrow needle that he could hardly feel was forced into his ass and up into his colon. A small balloon was inflated inside him, holding the needle in place. Then the warm water began to flow into him slowly. One man monitored the enema while the other two went from heavy petting, to languidly stroking one another. Then, to Hanley's horror, one of the men bent over him, while the other ligned up behind the man's ass and entered.
It wasn't even violent. The man in back entered with slow, langorous passion, and the man leaned over him enjoyed it. There was a hint of a wince, then a gasp of intense pleasure, and the man being taken bent and latched his mouth onto Hanley's length.
The feeling in his belly was enough to make him ill, but this secondary act brought it up in seconds. The man monitoring the enema seemed to expect it and he stood with a bucket, catching all that Hanley had to offer. The two men fucking never missed a beat.
Hanley's dick was still trapped in the incredible pressure of the mouth of the man sucking him, even while Hanley was sick in a bucket, his bowels slowly filling.
The bucket was cleaned, Hanley's mouth was cleaned, and then the man monitoring the enema changed out the bags. There was a pause in the flow during which time Hanley's belly and loins were massaged. Hanley protested the movement but the men seemed to want him to suffer.
The second bag was put in place and the flow started, then the two lovers moved to give the sucker better access and the fucking began again. The noises the man made, his ass and mouth filled with dick, were disgusting, and uncommonly feminine. When the first man finished, spurting inside the moaning bottom, the second man took his place. The man recieving seemed doubly pleased with this second man and before long Hanley was forgotten as the two backed away from the table and used the wall to support their love making.
Hanley recieved a full body massage, with extra attention payed to his belly and his manhood while the other two slapped their hips together. The discomfort in his belly was turning into pain. When the second bag emptied and the third was put in place Hanley did what he could to bite back the moans, but it was getting harder. The liquid was pushing his intestines out of place and he desperately needed to evacuate. The pressure of his growing hard on and the need to urinate on top of it, didn't help. His throat was raw from throwing up and he simply needed relief.
He tried reasoning with the man left to monitor him, and even threw in a please or two. He was only able to do so much physically, yet his mind was disturbingly sharp and clear. He was painfully hard, painfully full, and painfully desperate when the fucking came to an end and the three men, panting hard, returned their attention to him. He was shifted to the end of the table, a funnel was placed under his ass and the balloon inside him was finally deflated. It took a few minutes of massaging and encouragement from the three men but eventually he was able to start things moving.
The relief itself seemed to exhaust him. The men helped him empty everything into the bucket. A cathetar was inserted into his dick and he was allowed to empty his bladder. Then he was jerked to fruition. The combination of feelings, followed by the instantaneous relief knocked him out.
He woke with pressure, pain and heat in his ass. His legs were in the air, held together by strong hands at his ankles. His hands were still tied, but his legs were free. He could feel warm skin pressing against his ass and the back of his thighs, then pulling away in rhythmic motions. With those motions came the repeated burn of something inside him and a strange press into a part of him he hadn't been aware of for some time. His face was covered by something that smelled of the same oil that the men had covered him with. He wasn't gagged and he began to moan in pain, alerting the men that he was awake.
The cloth was removed and one of the men hovered over him with a delighted smile, then threw his head back and moaned. Hanley became aware that the man over him was being fucked, then lifted his head and found a man at the other end of the table, holding his legs and swaying back and forth. His brain put two and two together and for a time Hanley wished desperately again for the dark of unconsciousness.
The man raping him flattened his palm on Hanley's loins, massaging him there before he had his manhood in a huge palm. There was some pleasure in the stroking, but not enough to make Hanley a willing participant. He closed his eyes. His legs were lowered after a time and he was rolled onto his side. He bit back the moan and only winced when the ropes pulled at his arms.
His hands were released after one of the men commented, then tied in front of him. Lying on his side with his long legs curled, the man reentered, slow and careful, then began again to fuck him. Hanley kept his eyes closed. The two fucking at his head reached a climax then seperated. Hanley became the focus of their attention, touched all over with hands covered in oil. His legs were pressed back toward his chest at the knees, a position he never would have considered himself flexible enough for, and the invasion continued. Hanley rocked back and forth on the table, growing hard despite himself, and doing everything he could to ignore the pain in his ass.
Finally the man moaned, spurted inside him, then pulled free. One of the other two moved to take his place and Hanley was turned over onto his belly. His hands were stretched out above his head and he was entered by a man smaller around, but longer. When he finally bottomed out his head felt like it reached Hanley's belly button. When the friction became too much his attacker used lubrication, soothing the point of entry and numbing him somehow.
One of the men moved under the table and Hanley's manhood was soon consumed by a warm mouth. The third man toyed with Hanley's hair and head, with the care of a Geisha. The combination of actions, no matter how unwelcome, brought Hanley to climax and he sobbed when he released.
He passed out again, woke hours later, and found that he was once more the focus of attention. This time he was propped up against the chest of one of the others. A cock was jammed up his ass, and his dick was in the mouth of another of them, while the third pointed an 88mm camera at the trio. Hanley made it as clear as he could to the camera lens that he was not a willing participant. The cock in his ass moved faster and faster, jamming painfully into his colon while the man behind him labored luxuriantly. Hanley felt him stiffin and cum. He was guided, weakly to his feet, another man sat in the chair, exchanging the camera, then Hanley was lowered onto the biggest cock of the three. Thick and long, and painful in that position, Hanley stiffened every muscle that he could to keep the invasion away. This seemed to delight the man all the more. No matter his resistance, Hanley soon found himself speared on the man's length, his legs forced open. His semi-hard cock jutting out in front of his loins like a grenade launcher. The filming continued off and on while Hanley's ass was pummeled and his dick recieved the doting attention of mouth and hands. He couldn't imagine that the stamina of these men was natural. They seemed to have never stopped since their first entry into his body.
When Hanley was to full hardness the one at his dick said something. Hanley was helped to his feet. The one that had been inside him before moved to the table and lay down. Hanley was prodded and poked until he was laying over the man. Before long the biggest dick was once more settled in his ass. Then the sucker climbed onto the table. The entry of the second dick in his ass hole was closely filmed. Hanley felt the horrible stretching and tearing of his sphincter and protested, squirming and trying to dislodge the second man. Whatever drug he had been given made his efforts futile.
More lubrication was added, fingers were engaged in widening his ass, and never once did the man underneath him exit his tight hole. Finally, after much encouragement, the second man pressed inside. Hanley felt as full as he had been during the enema. He was certain he was bleeding and ragged down there, and the pressure against his prostate was incomparable.
Then they both began to move. Hanley could no longer hold back. He screamed. With every entry and every retreat he screamed. When his erect cock was pressed to his own loins by the stomach of the one on top he screamed. The others joined him, but their screams were not of fear or pain, but ecstacy. They came, together, screaming.
Hanley woke again and found himself suspended from the ceiling. There was something tight and painful wrapped around his cock and balls and when he craned his neck to look down he found he was erect, and a terrifying color of purple.
He felt fingers behind him, pressing lubrication between his cheeks, then up his abused and sore asshole. Then something loose was pressed against the reddened and swollen muscle, forced in a shifting, curious lump up his back end. Then he heard the bellows moving and soon felt whatever had been shoved inside expanding. The feeling was curious at first, then uncomfortable, and then painful. His body tried to reject the expanding object but the fingers kept it inside. Pump after pump went into what he assumed was a balloon, pushing the walls of his colon beyond their normal girth, rubbing against his prostate from the inside and causing his trapped penis to throb.
Beyond what he thought he could bare the balloon was expanded a few more times before the fingers behind him secured the inflated rubber inside, and retracted the bellows. He felt constipated, like a hand grenade or a watermelon had been shoved up his ass. It made his hips ache, made his urethra burn, and as he felt somethig leak between the rubber and the skin of his ass he was certain he was bleeding.
"Why...why are you doing this to me?" He begged. There was no answer. One of the men came around infront and toyed with a nipple, working at it until it was erect and hard before stabbing a needle through the fleshy part below. The area already sensitive, it hurt all the more to have the sharp metal thrust through it. A ladies clip on earring was arranged on the needle, before the same was done to his other nipple.
Through all of this, the 88mm camera was recording brief 30 second videos of the torture. Starting with closeups and then drawing back. One of the men took a candle and dripped the hot wax down Hanley's chest, over his protuding manhood, and down the small of his back. Hanley did his best to stand still, but the heat was sometimes too painful to ignore. The movement, in turn, would rip at his insides and force his cock into motion, making it throb all the more.
When he was close to passing out one of the men moved behind him to deflate the balloon. Thankfully doing it slowly. The rubber fell out of his ass along with what Hanley assumed would be a galloon of blood and parts of his shredded colon. His arms were released and he was walked over to the table where he was guided to lie on his back. His arms were crossed over his wax covered chest, then tied underneath the table. His knees were guided up into the air and he withstood a quick dousing of warm water, before one of the men entered him.
It hurt, so very much more than it had before. Each thrust bounced his engorged penis back and forth and rubbed against painfully stretched walls, yet the man still seemed to be gaining pleasure from it. While this went on one of the men grabbed a tool Hanley barely recognized and began to cover it in oil. The thing, that looked much like metal duckbills, was eased into his bellybotton. The round, cone shaped "bills" were slowly lowered into the hole until the device bottomed out. Then a small screw was turned and the bills began to pull away from one another.
They expanded until the curious feeling became painful. Hanley cried out and the expansion stopped. Instead the hard rubber needle that had been used to give him an enema earlier was lowered into the hole, pressed in farther than Hanley thought it should have gone, and the duckbills were released and retracted. He stared in horror at the bag of hot water attached to the tube, and began to demand, "Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this?" He tried to yank the tube free with his fingers, but he couldn't reach it. The pounding in his ass became manic as he felt the first flood of warm liquid pressing into an opening that had long been closed.
"Stop! Please! I'll do anything!"
The man fucking him stepped away, the flow was stopped.
"Stay away from General Brit's daughter." One of the men said.
"That's all!?" Hanley demanded, already knowing that he wouldn't have pursued her simply because of her eagerness.
"Also you have a sweet ass."
"I won't touch her. I never touched her." Hanley swore, the sound of his own voice echoing in his head like a thousand church bells, telling him that he was still very much under the influence of whatever drug they had given him.
One of the men stepped forward and undid the ties binding his cock, bringing Hanley intense pain and then the slow relief of release. Another removed the tubing leading into his belly and a third put an opened jackknife on Hanley's chest, just out of reach of his hands. The men dressed and left in less than thirty seconds.
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