Both girls nodded quickly. “Let me hear you say it,” General Aamir growled. “Yes, Master!” they said in unison. Layla looked at the endless line of cocks fully elongated and waiting for her, and it nearly sent her to her knees. She was trembling again, scared out of her wits. Sandy tried not to show it, but she was equally afraid. She was staring at the long line of naked soldiers on her side of the tent, their shafts so hard for her. The instinct to run was like an alarm screeching in her head. “Tonight we will have a competition,” the General shouted so that all in the tent could hear. “The blonde cunt will take the right side and the brunette bitch will take the left side.” He turned to Sandy, pointing at the men laying down, the 25 on femdom her side. “You will each mature fuck the first 25 men on your side, one by one. They will lay there and let you do all the work. After you have made each of them come one by one, you will then move on to the 25 men standing. You will then suck the cock of each of them, making them come in your mouth or all over your body, one by one.” He paused, making sure they understood, relishing in the looks of disbelief on each girl’s face. “Now the slave who reaches the end of her line of 50 soldiers first gets a REWARD. The slave who reaches the end of her line of 50 men Hardcore last gets a PUNISHMENT. Are there any questions?” Layla’s bottom lip quivered, and so did her voice. “Wh-what happens to the loser, Master?” The General’s eyes gleamed as he smiled, and the smile had no warmth in it. “That is a surprise, bitch. You want to find out, you’ll have to find out the HARD way,” he said with a dark chuckle. Now, stepping back, the General nodded to Ahmed on Layla’s side and to Khalif on Sandy’s side. The two enforcers gripped their whip handles tightly, walked to their appointed sides, and waited. Just before anticipation could mount, though, something happened. There was a brief cascade of chuckling from the men at the sound of the interruption. “Oh god! Oooohhhh fuck!” Kareena moaned as the first orgasm of what would be many began coursing through her young body. She was quaking, her fluids streaming down the vibe, her mouth opened in O-shaped rapture. “The little cunt is already coming. Let us hope you perform as well,” the General murmured to the two girls. Now, fixing the two naked captives with a hardened stare, General Aamir suddenly shouted. “You may begin!” When the two slaves hesitated, gaping and still processing what was being asked of them, Aamir shouted again. “I said start fucking!” When they still seemed slow to move, Ahmed and Khalif exploded into action. The loud sounds of the whips slapping against each girl’s ass cheeks got the two captives moving in a hurry. Sandy rushed over to the first soldier laying on her side, a man named Haseem. She straddled his cock swiftly, positioning his bulbous head at the entrance to her pussy with her shackled hands. Plunging down that shaft, she felt his cock stabbing upward toward her cervix and experienced the first sensation of having her cunt raped by japanese a real cock. She began humping it roughly, grinding her hips as she pumped her snatch up and down asian with zeal. “Uhhh!!!” she groaned, her large breasts jiggling as she fucked. A few moments later Ares felt the approach of two powerful gods. “Oh, come on, there’s no need for that.” I said, uncomfortably chuckling. “Well, I can’t guarantee that,” Mark said, scratching his head. Darius looked at his phone. Some Final Thoughts: The girls could smell the scent of the dawn of spring coming from outside: And who is going to believe a bunch of soldiers who say that a beautiful, naked, young woman suddenly appeared in their high security area for just a moment before seeming to disappear... or turn into a cat... or mouse... or fly... or spider... and scurrying away giggling. The creature wielded a crude hunk of metal, more akin to a pile of scrap than an actual sword. The two girls, legs spread wide, Rita's dark thigh over Tammy's pale flesh, Hardcore masturbated. I thought he was a femdom decent lawman, but from what I could see he seemed to be too involved with the politics of the job.” “I would like to speak to your friend Ms. Whitehead. Mr. Cady’s hands japanese never stopped roaming her body as they talked. They don’t think with their head as much as they do with asian their dick. mature She was reaching up, through her legs helping with the guidance but also possibly slowing his advancement as she moaned.