Samia Improves Morale For the Guards

Her hands were chained in front of her today, and she was pushed harshly up the hill towards the mountain for the third day of hard labour.

“It seems the captain is sweet on you,” Sergeant Frost said. “Let’s see if he still is when he sees what a whore you are.” He smirked at Samia as he maintained his firm grip on her hair while they trudged up the mountain path. His other hand groped her ass cheek from time to time.

His pace was quick, almost too much for Samia to keep up, with her bare feet and exhausted legs, but the grip was hard, and every time she was too slow for him, she got a hard spanking as punishment.

They continued up the path, her feet sore from the stones. At least she’d had a proper breakfast today, and a good night’s sleep. Only five more days to go. She could do this.

“Morale has been poor with my guards this week,” Frost said as they neared the camp at the top. “I think you can help with that.”

Samia gulped, she knew exactly how.

They walked further up the mountain, to the hut where Payne had fucked her yesterday.

“On the bed,” Frost ordered. “On all fours.”

Samia obeyed. She felt like such a slut in this doggy position, with her ass and pussy on show and available for anyone who was about to walk in.

“I’ll send in two at a time.”

He disappeared, and sure enough, soon there were two sets of footsteps entering the hut.

Samia knew what was coming and she couldn't help but feel a little wet at the thought of them both taking her. She felt **** and exposed, chained and naked, locked in this hut with two men. Her sole purpose to please them both at the same time.

The first guard approached her and she felt his thick cock probing her entrance. She whimpered a little as he held her hips gently. She let out a soft moan as he pressed firmly into her, his rough hands now gripping her hips.

The other guard stepped forwards, positioning himself in front, slapping her cheeks with his hard dick, then smearing pre cum on her forehead. Samia parted her lips, eager to please him. As his cock entered her mouth, she could feel the other guard fucking her roughly from behind.

Samia gagged slightly, but then adjusted to the discomfort. As the two guards continued their rough lovemaking, Frost stood by the door, watching the scene unfold. His eyes were glazed over, and he seemed lost in his own thoughts.

Samia could feel the guards' sweaty bodies against her skin, their grunts and moans filling the air. She knew that this was the punishment she deserved, but she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal. Her body responded to their rough treatment, and she found herself lost in the pleasure of their thrusts. She was beginning to enjoy being spitroasted.

The guard behind her slammed into her with all his might, his balls slapping against her flesh with each heavy thrust. Her moans echoed through the hut as the first guard continued to fuck her mouth, his cock sliding in and out of her oral cavity with a wet, sloppy sound.

Samia could feel herself getting closer and closer to climax, her pussy tightening around the cock thrusting into her while her mouth was filled with another. She knew that she was being punished, but the pleasure that coursed through her body was making it difficult to recall why.

Just as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm, the guard in her mouth pulled out, his cum splattering across her face and chest. She whimpered, the loss of his cock making her want more.

His partner, however, was far from finished. He continued to pound her from behind, grunting and sweating as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her pussy. With her mouth now empty, Samia let out satisfied cries of pleasure, moaning out loud.

As the first man left, another guard entered, standing in front of her with his erect cock out.

His cock was thick and pulsed with urgency, the tip coated in his pre-cum. She parted her lips, welcoming him in. Her tongue danced around the head, licking it clean.

She sucked him eagerly, her tongue dancing around his shaft as the man behind continued to push her hips back and forth, standing still and making her pussy do all the work.

The guards' grunts and moans filled the air, their bodies slapping against hers with each thrust. Samia felt like she was being used, but she couldn't help but find pleasure in the pain. Her hips bucked against the men, desperately seeking more.

The guard fucking her from behind cried out, his cock pulsed inside her, releasing his own climax, his hot cum flooding her pussy. She could feel it spilling out, drying on her legs.

He quickly left, and another man entered.

It wasn't long before he was slamming into her with a fury, his waist smacking against her ass with each thrust. Samia moaned around the guard's dick in her mouth, her body betraying her.

She could feel the guard's cock growing harder in her mouth as she was pounded from behind. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, and Samia was being used, again and again.

Samia could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her pussy clenching around the hard cock as she moaned around the guard's dick in her mouth. She felt herself being used, and she loved it.

The one behind was soon spent, his cum spilling into her pussy as he pulled out. Samia was between waves of orgasm, her body trembling.

As another guard joined in, positioning himself at her mouth, Samia felt completely under their control. She welcomed them, losing count how many dicks she’d had today, eager to please them in any way she could. Her body was theirs to use, her pussy and mouth their playground.

Despite the pain, Samia found herself getting swept up in the pleasure. Her moans turned to cries of ecstasy as the guards continued to fuck her, their rough hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer to them.

Frost stood by the door, his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him. He watched as the guards took turns using Samia's body, his dick throbbing with anticipation.

Samia moaned louder and louder, her body trembling under the onslaught of their cocks. Frost could see the pleasure and pain intermingle on her face, her eyes glazed over with lust and submission.

Outside, the screams and moans echoed throughout the mountain, alerting the other guards and prisoners to the activity in the hut.

With each thrust, the guards' eyes locked with hers, and there was a hunger and desperation in their gaze that she couldn't ignore. Samia couldn't help but find herself becoming more and more aroused with each passing second.

The pleasure was intense, and Samia's moans grew louder and more fervent. She was lost in the moment, her mind clouded by the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through her. She couldn't remember why she was here or what had led her to this point; all that mattered was the pleasure that she was experiencing.

As Samia's orgasm washed over her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation. But the pleasure she experienced was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She had never felt so alive, so connected to her own body and desires.

The guards continued to fuck her, their bodies swaying in unison with hers, as if they too were lost in the pleasures of the moment. Samia felt their cocks twitch and grow as they reached their own climaxes, releasing their hot cum deep inside her.

As the last guard's hot cum filled her mouth, Samia's body trembled, and she could feel an orgasm building within her. The man behind held her tightly, his bodies draped over hers, as he continued to fuck her, cock sliding in and out of her in perfect rhythm.

As the final wave of pleasure subsided, Samia lay there, panting heavily, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. She felt drained, yet somehow rejuvenated. She was a mess of emotions, but she couldn't deny the intense pleasure that had just washed over her.

She fell forwards, lying on the bed trying to regain her breath. Her face, hair and chest were cum-splattered. Her pussy was the sorest it had ever been. Multiple men’s cum had dripped down the insides of her slender thighs.

Frost watched, a smirk on his face, as the guards left the hut.

“My turn,” he said.