Sarah's not alone

Sarah was dragged to her feet by a burly guard. Another one grabbed Marcus roughly by the neck. They were both marched roughly over to the gate, and though tonight Sarah's hands weren't tied, tonight she was collared, with a leash running off that she couldn't remove without a key. Marcus was set up in the same way. Her big, brutish soldier took the leash end eagerly, and he seemed to have brought a friend, who took Marcus' leash.

The two women were dragged off by their captors to the same corner where Sarah had been taken the night before. Now their captors pushed them down on a long mat. They'd had been talking and joking while walking over, but now their smiles got even wider. Sarah was pushed down to her knees, and in front of her Marcus knelt as well.

"C'mon, you bitches, show us all that sisterhood shit. We know you're all fuckin' each other over on the other side. Let's see a little action, huh?" Jen blanched white, and her hands shook slightly as she sunk down to sit on her ankles. Sarah understood. Jen was straight as an arrow; even if she wasn't, you didn't get it on with your commander, even under the best of circumstances. Sarah knew they didn't have a choice, though.

Behind her a jingle and a sliding noise was followed by a sting blow with a leather belt across her back. "Let's see you two go, bitches! C'mon!" Over Jen's shoulder, Sarah saw the other man yank down hard on Jen's collar. She choked and pulled back to get air. Sarah leaned forward quickly and grabbed the leash, taking the pressure off Jen's throat. She was rewarded with another sting crack of the belt. Her back burned with lines of fiery pain, but she didn't let go of the leash. Jen got her breath back rapidly, and Sarah leaned in close and whispered to her. "It's okay, Jen. This is the way it is in here." Jen grabbed onto her arm and stared her in the face, her eyes wide and nervous. Tentatively, she leaned forward and kissed Sarah.

Hoots and jeers from the two men filled the air as they began, but Sarah ignored them, and she did her best to distract Jen. Her lips were soft, and her mouth was dry with fear and thirst. She felt much hotter than normal. Sarah kissed her deeply, raking her tongue across her lips, pulling back as she slid over a painful split. Her hands moved to Jen's arms, stroking them, feeling the hard muscles of her warrior's body. She pulled forward, until their whole bodies were touching. Her breasts were warm and soft, and down below... Sarah tried not to think about that yet. For now, she licked the inside of Jen's cheek, biting her lower lips softly. Jen was starting to relax the tiniest bit as Sarah drew her attention out of the horror of their situation and into the pleasure of her body.

Jen's hands tentatively made their way to Sarah's back, clasping around her neck. Sarah raked her sides with her nails. Both women were starting to get a little more into the moment, taking their minds away from their sorrows. Jen kissed her more fiercely, plunging her tongue deep into Sarah's mouth. Sarah stroked her team-mate's shoulders, finally moving her hands down to Jen's lovely breasts. They were soft and sensitive beneath her kneading fingers, and Jen's breath quickened as Sarah's thumbs swept across her nipples. Her palms slid down to Sarah's hips, holding on to her as Sarah's hands stroked Jen's soft tits with increasing roughness and intensity. The backs of her hands rubbed against Sarah's own nipples, stirring her with sensation that reached into the crown of her head and deep into her loins.

CRACK! The blow came out of nowhere, and Sarah stumbled halfway into her subordinate's embrace as she flinched. The two men, it seemed, had gotten tired of just watching. Jen let out a short cry as Sarah was wrenched back away from her, but it was just for a moment. In short order Sarah was thrown to the ground on her side. Her leg was held up in the air and Jen's face was thrust between her legs, her nose rubbed deep into Sarah's crotch. Despite the indignity, Sarah was freshly aroused. Only moments later her own face was stuffed into Jen's pussy, her nose pushing awkwardly between the folds. It stank; neither woman had showered for nearly two days. Still, Sarah knew what she was supposed to do. Her tongue sought out Jen's clit, flicking it insistently until Jen cooperated. Her tongue lapped at Sarah's own pleasure center, sending waves of sensation out to every part of Sarah's body. Sarah hoped she was doing the same to Jen. It was hard to remember that they were prisoners in a stockade when she felt pleasure like that.

A hand slapped Sarah's ass and rubbed something cold and slippery down into her crack. A slippery finger slipped into her puckered hole and she clenched reflexively. At the same time, Jen's head suddenly bucked between her legs, and her thighs clamped down on Sarah's head. Her head wound burst into fresh throbbing and Sarah worked at Jen's clit, hoping to relax her. Sarah knew that she should have expected this, but she had hoped, irrationally, that the men might be satisfied just by watching them. Instead, a warm, hard body pressed itself against her back and she felt the soldier press his cock against her asshole. He shoved it a little way in, pulled it back, then shoved it in harder. She could feel it inside her, filling up her lower body.

Suddenly he thrust it roughly deep into her. It hurt like nothing else could, being fully penetrated so roughly in such a sensitive area. He thrust it home again, rocking her body slightly against Jen's as he **** it into her. Jen's hips pushed forwards against her as well, and she could feel the rhythm of Jen's soldier thrusting himself into her. Sarah turned her attention back to Jen's clit, sucking hard, raking it with her teeth. Her tongue slid across it and around it, probing and stimulating as much as she could. Deep within her she felt the twin stimulations, the pleasure that radiated from Jen's renewed efforts and the pain of such incredibly fullness as her anus stretched to accommodate the soldier's thick prick. All four of them bumped and jostled on the mat, stimulating each other desperately. The harsh panting of the man forcing himself into her grated of Sarah's ears.

Soon Jen was overcome. Sarah's ministrations and the combination of pleasure and pain brought her to a moaning, spasming climax, screaming in a strange modulation that wasn't quite fear and certainly wasn't just joy. Sarah herself surrendered to the sensations and relaxed into a wrenching, shuddering orgasm, though she didn't scream like Jen had. Suddenly, she felt the soldier pull out of her ass and yank her over onto her back. He pulled her legs apart and thrust himself roughly between them, pushing inside of her just as he came in a rush of cum and panting breath. Jen's soldier didn't even bother; he just grabbed her hips and emptied himself into her rectum. Exhausted and praying that they were sated for the night, Sarah crawled around until she was facing Jen on the mat. She kissed her deeply, trying to make her final memory of this **** a pleasant one. Jen seemed shell-shocked, but she managed to lean a little into the kiss before she collapsed on the mat. Sarah did the same.