Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2003 22:02:04 -0700
From: LA Guy
Subject: We're All Capitalists Now, Chp. 9

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Chp. 9

Victor continues

I left the sergeant sleeping and returned to the gallery. Everything seemed
to be progressing as I'd left it. The young rebel was pleasing two more of
my soldiers. His erstwhile protector was now deeply into watching his rapes
and judging by his raging erection he was enjoying what he was seeing.
That, of course, was not what I'd planned when I ordered these rapes. The
intent was to provide my men with some much needed relief while humiliating
the would-be sacred warrior, before executing him.

An alternative plan had occurred to me and I was about to implement it. I
caught the eye of the private I'd left in command and with a hand gesture
summoned him to me. He braced to attention and saluted, then scurried up
the stairs to join me. "Private, has every man had the opportunity to use
the young rebel?" I asked. "Yes, Sir and some have taken him more than
once. I believe these two are about to finish their second go 'round with
him and are the last pair still interested. Do you want him shot now?"

"I've decided on a different way to punish that fat merchant. He doesn't
seem nearly as miserable as I thought he would be from witnessing the
humiliation of his protege. Have the 'recruiting' detail returned with
their 'volunteers'?" "They have, Sir," he answered adding, "The volunteers
have been stripped to the skin and subjected to a body cavity search, then
each was re-issued his underpants and they now await your instructions."

"Good Private, come with me," I ordered as I went down the stairs two at a
time. As we got to the center of the garden, the two soldiers finished with
the young rebel and were dressing. The would be rebel commander was staring
at his protege's ass as it leaked some of the good Soviet semen with
which it had been filled. His cock was ragingly erect and it seemed he had
ceased to be aware of anything or anybody else. The young rebel had slumped
to the ground in exhaustion. His cock was almost fully erect and he'd
reached for it. He scooped up some of the cum which more or less everywhere
covered his body and was carrying it in his hand over to his cock. It was
apparent that he intended to bring himself off using the cum of his captors
as a lubricant.

He had just succeeded in slathering up his cock when I ordered the private
to tie his hands behind him. The rebel hadn't the strength left to offer
any resistance, even if he'd been inclined to do so. As his wrists were
grabbed and pulled behind him he made a low whimpering sound. It was then
that I noticed semen on his belly and asked the private if the rebel had
been able to ejaculate during his rapes. "Oh, yes, Sir, Lieutenant," he
said, "Actually, he came at least twice that I know of. The second time it
looked like a fire hose was squirting. That was when Serge the Giant was
fucking him."

I prided myself that I knew every man in my unit, but I only knew one Serge
and he was the shortest man in the unit. He was not only short, but built
on a slight frame. In fact the first time I saw him I wondered why he
hadn't been sent to the submarine service or failing that to the tank
corps. Then I was told he had claustrophobia, and that put him right in the
infantry. My confusion must have been readable on my face as the private
chortled and called the little guy I had been thing of and ordered him to
stand to attention in front of us. The private, with a knowing grin over
his shoulder to me, sank to his knees and reached up unbuckling little
Serge's trousers and pulling them to his ankles. Then in a flash he had
pulled down his underpants to lay on top of the trousers. My soon-to-be
junior sergeant then ordered a very red faced "little Serge" to pull up the
tales of his tunic. That laid open to my view a cute little cock resting on
a scrotum the size of an average sized lemon, a bit larger than his body
size would have suggested, but nothing particularly unusual. His skin hung
down well past the head, but that was all that was remarkable about it. His
pubic hair was a auburn color which was a surprise because the hair on his
head was a light brown. The private then reached up and gently grabbed
"little" Serge's cock and began jacking it. Serge made a slight almost
worried sound and his cock sort of fluffed up a bit, but not much
happened. He'd just recently shot up the rebel's ass, after all. The
private decided to hurry things along and took the cock into his mouth.
Serge gave a contented sigh and closed his eyes as the private's head was
bobbing over his crotch. Within two minutes or less the private pulled back
to reveal a decent sized cock. It was perhaps 15-1/4 centimeters long and
12 centimeters around. I looked at it and at the private and sort of
shrugged as if to say 'no big deal' but the private gave me a serious look
and said, "Just a minute or more, Sir and you'll see something
breathtaking." He began to slide his hand up and down the saliva slicked
cock. Serge certainly didn't seem to mind. His cock continued to grow. In
no time at all the private was forced to use both hands at the same
time. When the private pronounced himself finished and rocked back on his
heels "little" Serge had grown a cock of inhuman proportions. The damn
thing was easily 33 centimeters long and 20 centimeters around. It was
readily apparent how our "little" Serge had gotten himself re-named Serge
the Giant. Actually I think he should be called Serge the Destroyer. I was
astounded that the rebel had been able to take that thing up his ass and
said so. The private told me that Serge had waited until several men had
left a serious amount of semen in the rebel to serve as lubricant. Besides,
Serge wasn't cruel, he didn't just slam in, he entered slowly stopping
frequently until he'd gotten all the way in. Then he started a gentle in
and out motion that picked up pace as the rebel became more and more
accustomed to Serge's cock. Finally, Serge had gotten to the point where he
was able to power fuck the rebel and his huge cock stroked the rebel's
prostate all the way in and all the way out again.

The private told me that the rebel was practically chanting and just as
Serge's balls fired off their load into the rebel, the rebel's balls shot
buckets of cum that because of the curvature of his cock, painted itself in
long lines up his abdomen, between his tits and onto the underside of his
chin.

I went over to the rebel and prodded him in the ass with my boot, ordering
him to finish Serge off with his mouth. With a hand gesture I had the
private remove the rope from around his wrists. The rebel crawled over on
his hands and knees and sucked the head into his mouth. That really was
just about all that would fit. He grabbed the shaft with both hands, one
over the other as you might grab an ax handle and began jacking him
feverishly. A thought occurred to me and I leaned over and whispered into
the rebel's ear, "I want you to hold his ejaculate in your mouth and when
he's finished I want you to show it to me before you swallow it." He bobbed
his head to show that he'd heard and would obey.

Serge was no longer standing at attention, but actually seemed to have
become a bit bow legged. His ass was punching forward in short almost
spastic little jerks. Then suddenly he made a gurgling sound very much like
an old man's death rattle and became stock still, almost rigid. At the same
time, the rebel started making choking sounds. I watched him take his
thumbs and strip them along the underside of Serge's cock making sure he'd
gotten everything it had to give. He held Serge's cock head in his mouth
for a moment or two more then turning on his knees towards me, he crooked
his head back and opened his mouth. It looked as if his mouth was
absolutely filled with semen. Because of the angle I was able to see the
tip of his tongue but the rest of the tongue was submerged beneath Serge's
amazing deposit and was invisible. "Alright, swallow now and see you don't
waste a drop. In all likelihood that and what you got before will be all
the supper you'll get today."

Having watched my young rebel enduring his punishment, I was drawn
inescapably to the conclusion that he was not only very good at the tasks
to which I'd set him, but he seemed to enjoy them. this realization forced
me to reformulate my planned punishment for his mentor and erstwhile
military commander.

I gave some quick orders to my miracle working private, "Have the young
rebel taken to the lavatory and washed down. The noose is to remain, his
hands are to be bound behind him and high on his back. The noose is then to
be attached to his wrists. that way If he relaxes his arms, he'll begin
choking himself. While that is being done, I want his "commander" brought
down from his current position, his hands bound behind his back and I want
him staked by a rope around his neck in the same place his young
protege occupied. While that's happening, I'll be welcoming our
volunteers. Come get me when the bastard is bound and staked. It shouldn't
take but five minutes." "Yes, Sir," he acknowledged my orders and moved
rapidly to implement them.

I strode off to find the room full of our nearly naked allies. When I got
there they'd been waiting some time wearing nothing but their
underpants. They'd been brought to the room with very little or no
explanation, stripped to the skin, subjected to a humiliating body cavity
search and at its conclusion only been given their small clothes back to
wear and made to wait for they knew not what. I'd allowed them to stew, and
fret and judging by the worried looks on their faces and the scent of cold
sweat in the room, that's exactly what they'd done.

The sentries at the door braced as I entered and the crowd of our
volunteers became instantly quiet and attentive. The were going to find out
the part they were about to play in the meeting out of Soviet/Afghan
justice to a rebel and a murderer. I stood in the room for a few moments,
letting my eye rove over them. There was a one eyed beggar from the market
place with his younger companion whom I took to be his son. The son, if
that's what he was, had the slack jawed, vacant stare of a mental
defective. There were a number of middle aged men who seemed to be working
at preserving their idea of their dignity. There were even some who looked
like they knew all together too much about being held in custody by
authorities and there were three good looking youths whose smooth bodies,
smoldering black eyes and pale skin must have made it very easy for them to
secure mentors of their own in Kandahar. Hopefully, they would have
obtained a better mentor than the one our young rebel had.

One of my soldiers handed me a sheet of paper with the names and addresses
of each of our volunteers. I looked the sheet over cursorily then cleared
my throat and began.

"My Comrades, just a few hours ago, in a little rocky outcrop only a few
kilometers from this city a lawless band of rebels under the leadership of
one evil man attempted to ambush your Soviet protectors. It had been their
hope and intent to kill every member of my troop and me, as well." At this
point there was murmuring among our volunteers and two or three pretended
to be indignant that someone would try such a thing. I smiled and quieted
them down with a hand gesture. When they finished their play acting, I
resumed.

"Thank you, my Comrades, for your show of support and concern. As I'm sure
you know, we your Soviet brothers and protectors, feel a kinship with our
great Afghan allies. The bandits of whom I spoke to you, instead of
succeeding with their evil plans were, instead surprised and taken
prisoners by my men." This announcement was met with loud applause and that
peculiar ululation one hears in that part of the world. I smiled at them,
letting them know that they'd played it right. Once again I quieted them
before continuing.

"Unfortunately, the leader of that group of bandits, had managed to conceal
a pistol after surrendering his rifle and when my sergeant turned his back,
that slime shot him in the head." Again, there was more noise as they gave
vociferous and elaborate evidence of their anger and dismay. I let them
wind down, then resumed.

"Other members of the troop wrestled the gun from the bandit chief. As you
know, all members of a group involved in an act of murder, are equally
guilty of that murder. They were also rebels and that alone is a capital
offense, but might have been overlooked had it not been for the murder of
my sergeant. The rebel band met swift justice out among the rocks, but
their leader, I have brought back so that, together, we Soviets, and you
our brave allies could share in first making an example out of this bandit
chief before his execution." General, you could have heard a pin drop in
that room.

"This murderer is to feel the depths of despair and plumb the limits of
degradation before my men execute him. We haven't brought you here to make
executioners of you, but our allies, we do need your help to bring him to a
full realization of how far from civilized humanity his murderous behavior
has carried him.

"Having just witnessed your heartfelt demonstrations of patriotic fervor, I
am certain that you will step forward and perform your honest duty. To do
less, would be to shirk a citizen's and an ally's duty. While I know better
than to believe that any of you would elect to insult your allies, or offer
encouragement to the rebels, thereby becoming a rebel yourself and subject
to the penalties mandated for rebels, there may be others not so sure of
your patriotism. Now will be , unquestionably, the time to show the stuff
of which you are made." That hooked them, I had them boxed into a corner,
General. They'd either do as I instructed, or become rebels themselves and
incur the wrath of their government and our army.

"But, doing your duty will not be onerous at all, in fact it will bring you
pleasure and then wealth, into the bargain. The most humiliating thing for
a man to undergo is to be used by other men as a woman. To become the bitch
slut used to slake the sexual drive of better men, of loyal men, is the
greatest humiliation we can inflict on this rebellious murderer. He is now
staked out in the inner garden of this house. He awaits your just
punishment and your pleasure. Your country and our alliance are depending
on you to step forward and do your duty. It is expected that each of you
will use both of his holes at least once. If you're man enough to go at him
in your patriotic rage and righteous anger more than twice, then do so and
your portion of the wealth that had been his will be greater than your
compatriots. Yes, I said your portion of his wealth, because you will all
be allowed to empty this house and whatever you take away will be your
property and when the last of you has left, the house will be dynamited as
a lasting warning to any who might be considering joining the rebels.

"So as not to embarrass you if any of you is suffering from a difficulty
becoming erect, my soldiers are ready and able to do whatever is needed to
assist you. There are a number of sections of broom handle that have been
greased up and prepared to help by applying an internal prostate
massage. Now, remove your under shorts and form a line and my soldiers will
bring you out to do your duty." I left them gaping at me, before any could
protest or attempt to excuse himself, I was gone. I had noted that three or
four seemed to like what they'd heard and as I left, I motioned for the
miracle private to follow me.

He moved swiftly and once we were outside I told him, "I noticed at least
three maybe four who seemed to brighten right up when they understood that
I wanted them to plug someone else's holes rather than have theirs
plugged. Did you mark them, too?" He assured me that he had also noticed
the reactions. "Good. I'm going to the gallery upstairs, bring the
volunteers out to the space under the gallery, below me. Give me three
minutes then bring them out. Step out into the garden yourself so I'll know
that they're here and can hear me." He braced, then saluted and left to
obey his orders.

I went upstairs where the young rebel was being held. He was wet all over,
my men had poured water over him until all the garden dirt, and the cum of
a our entire troop had been washed off him. He looked very like a
bedraggled kitten someone had saved from a raging river. But he still was
attractive. He was of moderate height, alabaster skin, dark brown hair and
black eyes. He had the physical development of a youth, his abdomen was
flat, his tits proud and planed. There was no heavy muscular
differentiation in his abdomen yet, that should come later. As is the
custom in his culture he was circumcised. He had a nice looking nut
sack. It was all contracted up into his crotch, because of the cold water
and the fear which had also shrunk his cock up into his pubic bush. Under
different circumstances. . . . . .

But the circumstances weren't different. They were what they were and his
life now was forfeit for his actions. But, just maybe. . . . . "Rebel, how
old are you?" "I'm sixteen, Sir." "Sixteen, that's old enough to make a
man's decisions and, like a man to be responsible for them," I said as I
reached out and took his scrotum into my hand. I sat there manipulating his
balls looking at him. Fear etched itself across his face, but he held
still. After all, where was he going to go? "Rebel do you want to die? That
is the penalty for your crimes you know." "No, Sir, I don't want to
die. I'm only sixteen, I want to live." I deliberately decided to overlook
the fact that he'd not answered the second question.

"Rebel, there may be an escape from your death sentence for you. You have
exhibited a certain skill today. It seems that you know how to use your
holes, even to enjoy using them?" He blushed a deep crimson and nodded his
head, his eyes alternating between staring at the floor and at my hand as I
continued to roll his balls between my fingers. "I have decided to offer
you the chance to change your sentence. In a little while I will ask you
publicly if you renounce the rebellion and wish to dedicate your life to
improving relations with the Army. If you answer "No" you will be
executed. You will be taken into the garden, tied to a tree and your cock
and balls will be severed. You will bleed to death. If you say, "Yes" you
will be taken by this unit to our barracks where you will keep the barracks
immaculately clean. You will be responsible to clean and change the
bedding, wash the soldiers' clothing and perform any and all jobs related
to the cleanliness of the barracks. You will also be responsible to
maintain the morale of my soldiers. If any member of this unit feels the
need to pop a nut, you will be there to offer him your mouth or ass as he
prefers. You will do all this with a cheerful demeanor. If any member of
this unit reports any incident of insolence, or unwillingness on your part,
your original sentence will be imposed. I don't want you to answer now,
I'll let you know when. For now, all I want to know is, do you understand
your choices?" His eyes were rimed with un-shed tears. He looked up at me
through wet eye lashes and in a small voice said, "Yes, Sir."

"Good now come with me." I released his balls and took him to the gallery
and positioned him behind me so he could see and hear but not be easily
seen from directly below. The private was in the garden and upon seeing me
enter, he braced to attention and saluted. The would-be military commander
was staked to the ground as his protege had been earlier, except that
his hands were bound behind him. I gave a hand signal and the private
grabbed the hair on his head and jerked his head up so that he was looking
up at me.

"You murdered my sergeant and comrade, shooting him in the back. You are
personally responsible for leading your men to their destruction. They
trusted you and you threw away their lives. The blood of my sergeant and
the blood of your men cries out of the earth into which it was wantonly
spilled for your punishment. You will be punished by your own people and by
me. To demonstrate their solidarity with us some of your fellow citizens
are here to participate in your punishment.

"Each one of them is going to fuck your ass and then fuck your face. You
will become a bitch slut for the use of good men. Any refusal, any attempt
by you to deny the use of your holes to these good men and true will be met
with the severest punishment. You will know a level of pain previously
unimaginable to you. Private, I have need of your miracle working grip. Let
someone else hold his head. Get two men to hold his elbows." I waited until
the private was unencumbered and two soldiers were gripping his forearms,
holding him immobile before I again spoke, "Private, assume the
grip. Excellent, I was sure, given how small his package is, that you'd
only need one hand and you've proven me right. Now, rebel, I do not expect
you to believe me when I tell you of the kind of pain I can inflict on
you. Why should you? You don't know me. So, to establish a trust between
us. . . . You to trust that I am capable of and willing to do exactly what
I have said, me to trust that you really know my capability and
willingness, I'm going to order the private to squeeze your scrotum as
tightly as he can. First he'll do it using only one hand, then he'll do it
again - using both hands. If I feel after that, that you still need further
proof, I'll order him to rupture one of your balls. Private, begin."

In almost no time he began to yell and try to twist away, but my soldiers
held him firmly. He wasn't going anywhere. His face became bright red,
slobber was running from his mouth. There was a moment when the yelling
gave way to sobbing while the private repositioned himself, then he again
squeezed but this time with both hands. The rebel's yell became a shriek,
his voice cracked, his piss ran and a small amount of fecal material ran
down his leg.

I gave the private a gesture and he released the scrotum and stood up. The
rebel was sobbing, attempting to roll himself into a ball, but my soldiers
prevented it. "Tell me rebel," I said, "Do you trust me now? When he tried
to speak all that came out was gibberish and sobs. "Do I have to order the
private to the next step? You do remember what it will be don't you? Speak
up rebel answer me. Do you now trust me?" His head was pulled back so that
he was looking up at me on the gallery. He choked out, "Yes, Sir, I do. I
swear that I do." and then his voice devolved into short sobs and gurgles.

As his head was jerked up to look at me, he'd caught sight of the band of
our "volunteers" who had been brought out ready to begin their part in his
punishment and degradation. "All right then, rebel, I'm going to make an
act of faith and trust that you really do trust me. I noticed that you have
seen the band of patriotic Afghan volunteers who are here to demonstrate
and prove their loyalty to their government and their utter rejection of
you and your rebellion. Each of these men is going to use your holes. As
happened to your former protege, they will take their pleasure from
you, forever making you into a bitch slut used by better men than you
are. That is now your one and only place in the world, to serve loyal men
and be degraded in the process. Private, bring the first two forward and
begin this slime's punishment."


To be continued?

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