Defence Down+

The soldiers are still propping you up, with your legs completely split and your twat, as the centerpiece, painfully exposed. The leader looks over the pad "Alright next we ha- Oh, I'm a fan of this one." He takes a moment to look at you and hesitates.

"Listen here lass..." he whispers as he approaches you "I can tell you're really into this **** masochist shit, why don't ya' give me a call once you get out'a here?" as he talks he lowers his shoulders and slowly rubs your pussy gently starts to finger you "I promise ta' I'll show you one hell of a time." You slowly feel your wetness growing. He looks down at his hand and nods in approval. You lower your guard for just a moment enjoying his touch and no sooner you start to enjoy it he lowers his body and violently raises himself delivering a full strength uppercut square on your cunt. His punch actually lifts you off the soldier's carrying you making you literally airborne for a short second before they catch you once more. The pain in turn makes your world go white.

You don't exist, he doesn't exist, the world stops spinning. To you there is only your cunt overwhelmed by agony. Your world is white hot agony you can feel but not express with your rag dolled body. "Hehe, I could tell the serum had started to kick in. It must hurt like the seven hells. I mean I did put my whole weight into it" he chuckles for a moment then glances at you dead in the eyes. "But you can't tell me you're not about cum." You can hardly think straight, your mind is clouded by the shock, the pain, the anger, helplessness, frustration, but above all else you've never felt your body so aroused in your life.

You've never seen a more demeaning look than the one he's holding over you. Trying to show some grit, you meet his gaze. What kind of world does he live in where he can punch a girl's privates and expect her to cum? Yu won't, you can't give him the satisfaction! But mere seconds later your body starts to betray you, your expression changes from challenging to pleading.

Oh fuck! You feel yourself reaching your limit, the pain in your groin keeps fueling your lust. You can't hold i-"aah" you let out a tiny moan. You try to push your lust dow-"mmmmah" again your will is shattered by your own heat. It dawns on you that you can now makes a few sounds, your toes even curled when yo... No! I don't think a-"...hGah..." You body seems to have some movement back, but you still can't control it freely still. It seems only move involuntarily by based on instinct, as you come to this realization you notice you're being moving in a rocking motion.

Looking around it doesn't seem to be the soldier's causing it. Glancing down at your body you see your hips are moving on their own, shamelessly humping the air trying to rub your pussy and get off once more. The soldiers had already noticed of course and started snickering and making demeaning comments. Oh stars, you're horny as fuck and **** for more. With your pussy still propped up in the air by his men the leader noticed as soon as you started.

You are both worried and hopeful that he'll savagely punch your cunt at least once more...But sir can it be harder this time please? No! What's wrong with you? Why would you ask for that?! Oh no! Why are your hips moving faster now? The soldiers clearly see what's going on and start laughing hysterically at you. You're reaching your limit again, Nonononono! You have another explosive orgasm and squirt into the air. As luck would have it, some of your sexual fluids hit the leader and stain his uniform.

The mood among the soldiers suddenly changes. He looks down at the wet spots. Your heartbeat accelerates and you can hear it drumming in your ears. Fearing the worst you try to prepare yourself mentally to withstand the pain of another blow, shamefully you see your hips position themselves to make your clit an easy target. Slowly he lowers his head once more but rather than an uppercut he gives your clit a gentle almost imperceptible kiss and smiles knowingly "Defence Down Pulse boys!"

Without hesitation there's a unanimous "Yes sir!" For your part the lack of a blow was almost more devastating than if he had hit you with a heavy metal bat. You had steeled yourself against it. You were expecting it. Your pussy was expecting it! In part... even hoping for it, and now it was just left wanting. No, wait, come back and punish me sir! Please! I still need you to **** my cunt! You let out a long frustrated moan.

While you're having a bad case of masochistic denial you're finally propped down. The soldiers **** your shoulders back as far as they'll go and then a bit more. Any further and you feel they would dislocate them, but seeing how easily they handle your body there's no doubt they could if that was their intent.

Holding you in that **** position they tightly bind your forearms to you opposing biceps with what feels like reinforced gorilla tape. The bind forces your tits grotesquely forward like an invitation to grope or beat them. You'd make a perfect punching bag, not even able to roll with the impact, you'd just have to take the blut punches to your tits and abs raw. You shudder as you feel an all new wetness escape your fuck hole drenching your inner thighs.

"That's a good look for you, if I do say so myself." He says joyfully "Hurts your shoulders like a bitch forcing back like that I bet" He smiles at you mockingly, "But hey" he pinches and twists your right nipple hard "That just makes you all the hornier, am I right li'l cunt?"

Your mind is burning with rage, your body drenched with desire. Holding everything back you just take the **** silently with hot and ragged breaths. You leer at him as hard as you can. Never in your life have you loathed someone with such raw ire, while simultaneously wishing with all your might he would beat and fuck you senseless.

With no fight left in you, another embarrassing moan escapes your lips. You try your hardest to just look down in shame, the thought alone of him having his way with you makes you orgasm harder than most guys or girls you've ever been with. Meanwhile he's casualty looking at his notes to see what else you've lined up for yourself.