Marotti

Mark woke with a jerk. He was tied up, his arms behind his back and a noose wrapped around his neck and linked to his ankles. He couldn't stand without **** himself, much less get away. In front of him, a woman knelt unbound, giving Sgt. Marotti an energetic and clearly enjoyed blowjob. Her brilliant red hair hung around her face and Mark couldn't recognize her as one of the women they'd already brought in.

"I'm sorry, Mark. If you hadn't volunteered to come out with us, you'd be nice and happy, back on base, probably getting a nice little piece like this yourself right now. But I can't have you talking about my deal out here. I'm gonna look like promotion material when I bring these lassies in. All but this one." He patted the redhead's hair and she turned around briefly to smile at Mark. There was cum on her face, on her cheeks and at the corners of her mouth. "She's a fan of us, you see. I let her have a little magic- a lot, actually- and she keeps on supplying me with **** women who can't fight worth a damn. In return, she gets this magic herb from me. We've had it for a couple years now; Intelligence uses it very quietly. But I've got a supplier in intel who keeps me stocked, so I can keep Sieran here bringing in lovely soldier ladies. They get passed on to my friend in Intel, who smuggles them out and black-markets them. And all I have to do is trade some boys over every now and then to keep Sieran's superiors happy with her and keep command from looking over my shoulder. Everyone stays happy. Hell, we even bring in more women than we lose men. So you see, you're actually doing a service to all men here. I don't expect you to see it that way, of course."

Mark refused to reply. At the edge of his vision, he could see Chavez and Wasajski plowing a couple of intensely eager women. Suddenly Marotti's face tightened slightly, and he pressed the redhead's face into his crotch. In spite of the **** gagging noises she made, Mark suspected her **** body was ecstatic.

Marotti pulled her off his cock and pushed her aside. "Woman loves cock, man. I'm just a provider." He wore and evil grin as he dressed and began collecting the seven prizes of his patrol. "And today, one of my services is you. Later, Cooms."

Marotti and his two conspirators headed back toward Des Moines with their prizes in tow. Mark remained on the ground watching them as the redhead collected some gear and dressed. She was, he admitted, sexy as hell. Long, gorgeous red hair fell down a perfect back, pale and lovely, to a perfect round ass. Her breasts were round and enormous, mounds of lovely flesh with large, erect nipples. Her pussy was bald with just a patch of neat, brilliant red hair above it. Her full lips had been carved by a genius sculptor, and the rest of her was just the same. His loins ached just looking at her.

His pole was so stiff just looking at her that it hurt. Fortunately, the woman seemed eager to remedy that. Leaving her one-piece jumpsuit unzipped in front all the way down to her navel, her full, firm cleavage showing through, she casually shoved Mark over backwards. With the noose preventing him from straightening his body, Mark was lying on his shoulders and toes, with his hips high in the air. The woman, Sieran, grabbed him by the belt and pulled his pants open. His achingly stiff cock sprang out, ten inches of firm meat that she immediately set on. Mark hated to give her the pleasure of his body, so he struggled to come as rapidly as he could. With her body before his eyes and her eager lips and tongue on him, it was very little trouble. Less than a minute later he came in her mouth, his softening dick sliding, to his relief, from her disappointed lips.

"Well," she said, "I guess you're not much of a man after all. How pathetic. I'm going to have to use you a LOT to get you to satisfy me." She leaned in close. "Maybe you like boys... It's a shame to waste a body such as mine on an unappreciative audience." She straightened and zipped up her clothes, licking cum away from the edge of her mouth with the tip of a pink tongue. "But I supposed we'll have to make do. After all, we've got some time."