She obeys

With the soft sob the girl lowers her tunic until the material is clutched in her hands just below her navel. Her breasts are truly magnificent. Not as large as some but perfectly shaped and topped with pink areolae that have already started to pucker. What a difference a year or two can make; compared to her younger sister's tits that had yet to fill out, these were plump and ripe.

"Good girl." You whisper as though you are calming a riled-up fledgling, "I knew I made the right choice." After her half-hearted attempt to back away from your approach is halted by the central tent-post, instead of fighting you she gazes off to the side as you examined her soft curves. First, by gently stroking the creamy skin of her breast, then as you gage the weight of her breast in your cupped hand you run the calloused ball of your thumb across her nipple. Alicia's face shows her conflicted feelings like a master painter's artwork. The tears forming in the corner of her eyes and the tight line of her mouth are balanced by the flaring of her nostrils and the flush of color that glows in her cheeks. It's no wonder this bitch couldn't keep a man out from under her skirts, as responsive as she is her boy-friend must have had her squirming in her seat whenever her copped a feel. "I wonder," you ask casually, "if they taste as good as they feel."

You're not really expecting an answer to your rhetorical question, so you take her sudden gasp as your lips close around her puckered teat as a small victory. You could still smell a hint of rosewater from when she last bathed, although there was also the taste of salty musk you'd expect from a prisoner that has had limited access to bathing facilities. At the moment you found the combination of the two exciting, although in a day or two she might be too ripe even for your standards.

Other than the occasional gasp when you bite down too hard, Alicia remains silent and cool to your exploration of her finest assets. Possibly this young woman thinks that by ignoring your methodical **** on her half-naked body that she could win some small battle in this great war. There are two problems with that line of reasoning, the first is that as a man, you didn't really care all that much about her pleasure to begin with and the second problem was of course that her tits are so sensitive that there was no way she could remain aloof. She was already starting to moan softly as you nibbled on her hard nips and when you leave her breasts to kiss your way back up her slender neck you hear what sounds to you like a murmur of disappointment. When you reach her ear you whisper into it softly but firmly.

"Drop that rag, and put your hands behind your head." With another confused whimper Alicia does exactly as you command and you step back to admire her figure; beautifully naked except for the expensive sandals strapped to her slender ankles and the ribbon of blue silk in her hair. She could be a marble sculpture from the finest of artists standing as she was for your inspection. Her legs are crossed in an vain attempt to hide her sex, but for now effect of the pose adds to her beauty instead of detracting from it. She's not the cock-hungry slut you had been expecting, but this hot piece of ass is obedient and ready for fucking, so you don't have any real complaints.

"You said you sucked your man's cock?" The look of shock and dismay on her face is as exciting as her nude figure and with a earthy chuckle you push down on her slender shoulders. "Let's see how much you've learned."

"Please, Rider, don't make me do this." Her voice cracks, and her hands came from behind her head and rest on your shoulders. "Not here, not like this." Her piteous pleading might have softened a lesser man's heart, but over the years you've captured enough young women that this type of begging has no effect on you. More than once you've had to apply a bit of pressure to get the free women to accept their fate and to service you in this manner.

"Oh, I'll have your mouth my pretty thing, and much more before I send you back for the next officer to enjoy."