Choosing His Prize

Choosing His Prize

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Cunts really shouldn’t be soldiers... It’s like they never once considered at any time in the process of becoming one that they might lose. That something might happen to them.

Not that I minded.

I swept my gaze over the five naked, kneeling women before me, muscles coiled with anticipation as I towered over their trembling forms. My eyes roved from one woman to the next, assessing them like livestock at auction.

All five of them were sexy, now that I’d peeled them out of those mannish uniforms they insisted on wearing. It couldn't protect them anymore, and I was free to take them in, seeing the assets that they had tried to hide away. The first of the captive soldiers was a lovely redhead. Her fierce green eyes glared at me defiantly, muscles taut beneath freckled skin. Even on her knees, she radiated strength, and the ring gag they all wore to keep their mouths open didn't diminish it. This one was a fighter, through and through. My gaze lingered on her toned abs, imagining how they'd feel under my hands.

Next was a petite brunette, all soft curves despite her military training. Her hazel eyes brimmed with tears, but there was steel beneath that vulnerability. Delicate hands, I noted. The uniform I’d peeled this one out of had a red cross on the shoulder band… she was a medic.

The statuesque blonde drew my eye next. An officer, judging by her regal bearing. Her icy blue stare betrayed nothing, mind clearly working behind that mask. Long legs and full breasts completed the package. Her eyes were bright, clearly intelligent… unquestionably not one of the enlisted.

A Hispanic beauty knelt beside her, warm brown eyes radiating quiet dignity. Her body was a work of art - lean muscle wrapped in caramel skin. Even now, she seemed to focus on the others, more concerned with what she could do to offer comfort to them. How sweet.

Last was a slender Asian, coiled tension in every line of her body. Observant dark eyes tracked my every move. There was something dangerous about her stillness, like a viper waiting to strike.

They were all captured in the recent attack. As far as my superiors were concerned, these five were already dead. No one was going to care what happened to them now. A thrill of sadistic pleasure coursed through me at the thought. They were mine to use however I pleased.

I circled behind them, drinking in the sight of their naked backs, the curves of their asses. Five exquisite specimens. This was going to be fun. My cock twitched as I imagined how I would break each one. But I wasn’t going to get a chance. This was war, after all… I couldn’t drag around five cunts and hide them from the higherups. I could only keep one of them. The lucky bitch who pleased me most would have the dubious honor of becoming my plaything for the next handful of months, and the rest…

Well, like I said. My superiors thought they were all already dead.

I paced before them with measured steps, relishing the terror my presence evoked. My hand rested casually on the holstered gun at my hip, a silent reminder of the power I held over their lives. Each movement was controlled, precise - a predator toying with its prey.

My eyes never left the five trembling figures before me as I spoke, voice a low growl that sent shivers down their spines. "You five cunts are the lucky ones,” I explained, savoring the way their eyes widened in horror. "The rest of your friends are already dead… but one of you gets to live. You're going to compete for the privilege of being that one. One by one, you'll use those pretty mouths to please me. Whoever does the best job gets to live... as my personal fucktoy."

I paused, drinking in their reactions. The redhead's eyes flashed with rage, while tears spilled silently down the brunette's cheeks. The blonde's jaw clenched, a tiny tell that betrayed her calm facade. The Hispanic beauty's gaze darted to her companions, brow furrowed with concern. Only the Asian remained perfectly still, dark eyes unreadable.

"The rules are simple," I continued as I undid my belt, letting my cock out. I don’t mean to brag, but more than one woman I’ve forced down on the battlefield pissed herself the moment she saw it. It jutted out of my pants like a brutal weapon. The shaft was thick and veined, its head flaring menacingly, and it was already engorged and eager for violence like a knife taken out of its sheath. The dim, swinging light shone on the moisture across my dark skin, and five sets of eyes fixed on my throbbing member, a mix of terror and fury in their gazes. The redhead's emerald eyes blazed with helpless rage, jaw clenched around the ring gag. Beside her, the petite medic trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared in horror. The blonde's icy blue eyes widened almost imperceptibly, her carefully controlled expression cracking for just a moment. The Hispanic cunt's warm brown eyes darted away, unable to look directly at the instrument of her degradation. Only the Asian girl maintained her unreadable mask, dark eyes betraying nothing as they tracked my every move.

My cock twitched under their attention, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I reveled in their fear, drinking in the way they flinched as I stepped closer. My hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking it slowly as I considered which of these helpless cunts would have the dubious honor of servicing me first.

"This is the only thing that matters to you now,” I continued. “The only reason you aren’t already face down with a bullet in your head. You have once, and just one, chance to convince my cock you are worth its time. No hands - they stay tied behind your backs. And don't even think about trying anything stupid with those teeth. Even if you could get through the gag, one wrong move and a bullet goes through your skull."

I traced a finger along the barrel of my gun, enjoying how they flinched at the gesture. Then I reached out, my calloused hand grasping the cold metal dangling between the redhead's breasts. She flinched as my rough fingers brushed her skin, muscles tensing beneath freckled flesh. The dog tags clinked harshly as I yanked them forward, forcing her to lean in closer. Her green eyes burned with helpless fury as I examined the stamped letters.

"Delilah Winters," I read from the identifying tag, my voice a low rumble. The name rolled off my tongue with grim finality, as if pronouncing a death sentence. “Corporal.”

I let the tags fall back against her chest. "Well, Delilah," I sneered, "looks like you get to go first." Then I grabbed a fistful of Delilah's fiery red hair, relishing her muffled cry of pain as I yanked on it, turning her head into my puppet. Her green eyes blazed with defiance even as fear flickered across her face. I savored that delicious mix of terror and rage for a moment before roughly shoving her face against my crotch.

My cock slammed past her lips, the ring gag leaving her helpless to stop me as I rammed myself into her mouth and right down her exposed, vulnerable throat. Delilah gagged violently, her whole body convulsing as she choked on my thick shaft. Unwilling, purely reflexive tears sprang to her eyes, streaming down her freckled cheeks as she struggled for air.

I held her there, buried to the hilt, feeling her throat spasm around me. Her hands strained against the bonds behind her back, muscles flexing uselessly. Muffled sounds of fury vibrated along my length as Delilah tried to voice her outrage despite the intrusion and the gag.

I could see the disgust and hatred in her eyes as she glared up at me. Good. I wanted her to know exactly how powerless she was. How completely I owned her in this moment.

After a long moment, I pulled back just enough to let her gasp a ragged breath before plunging in again. I set a brutal pace, using her mouth like she was nothing more than a toy for my pleasure. Each thrust sent fresh tears streaming down Delilah's face, her body shuddering with revulsion. Then I stopped. After all, this wasn’t about how well I could jack myself off with one of these cunts… a cheap fleshlight could do that, and would be much less annoying than the real deal. I wanted a cocksucker.

"That’s what I expect from you, bitch," I snarled, gripping Delilah's hair tighter. "Your life depends on how well you please me. Show me what you can do.”

Delilah's eyes flashed with defiance. She jerked her head, trying to pull away from my cock despite the iron grip on her hair. She twisted her neck, refusing to engage.

"You dumb, cunt?” I yanked her hair viciously, eliciting a muffled cry of pain. Still, Delilah resisted, her jaw clenched around the ring gag as she fought against my efforts to force her compliance. Her entire body was rigid with tension, every muscle straining in silent protest. I could feel her breath coming in ragged gasps around my shaft, but she made no move to actually pleasure me. Her tongue lay flat and unmoving in her mouth. Even with the ring gag forcing her open, she found ways to deny me.

Rage boiled up inside me at her continued defiance… but I suppose I couldn’t blame the foolish cunt. Like all women who deluded themselves into thinking they belonged on the battlefield, her head was clearly filled with fairytales. Stories of brave, noble heroes who never broke no matter what was done to them. She saw herself as one of those heroes - a paragon of virtue who would never give in to a monster like me.

The reality was far uglier. I'd seen plenty of so-called heroes reduced to sobbing, begging wrecks. Given enough time and pain, everyone broke. But Delilah here obviously believed she was different. Special. A true heroine who would spit in the face of evil and never surrender her principles, no matter the cost.

I could almost see the narrative playing out in her mind - the brave soldier enduring torment, refusing to cooperate even as her captors grew increasingly frustrated. In her deluded fantasy, she'd outlast me through sheer force of will. Maybe even find a way to turn the tables, to emerge victorious against impossible odds. She believed it in.

She believed in it right until I put my pistol to her head and pulled the trigger.

Her eyes widened a fraction, defiance giving way to shock as cold metal pressed against her temple. For a fleeting instant, I saw the reality of her situation crash over her. The fantasy shattered, leaving only primal terror. Then the gunshot rang out, deafeningly loud in the enclosed space. Delilah's body jerked violently, a spray of crimson mist erupting from the other side of her skull. The light in those fierce green eyes extinguished in an instant as the bullet tore through flesh and bone. Her lips parted in a scream that never had a chance to form.

Delilah's lifeless body slumped to the side, strings cut. Blood and grey matter splattered across the Hispanic cunt's face and chest. The sudden, brutal violence left a ringing silence in its wake. For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still. Then the screaming started. Four voices raised in wordless horror, muffled by their gags but no less visceral. The sound hit like a physical force, raw terror given voice. Their shrieks reverberated off the walls, a discordant chorus of fear and anguish.

I savored the cacophony, feeling it vibrate through my bones. This was the sound of true understanding dawning. Of fragile hope giving way to crushing despair. Music to my ears.

As the shrill cries of terror and anguish filled the air, I casually holstered my gun and knelt down beside Delilah's lifeless body. Reaching down casually, I yanked the dog tag from her lifeless corpse, and lifted my shirt, revealing the carabiner already filled with other dog tags. I added this one to the collection. Each one represented a previous conquest, a cunt who had once believed herself unbreakable. Just seeing them sent the memories flooding back, each victim as vivid as if they had been my first conquest instead of one in a long line of broken spirits. The blonde sniper who had sworn she'd rather die than submit; her whimpers had been music to my ears as I'd systematically shattered her resolve. The dark-skinned beauty whose defiance turned to mindless moans as she'd begged for her life. The feisty brunette who'd fought me tooth and nail, until I'd found her weakness.

I smiled coldly at the memory of their tears, their futile struggles against the inevitable. Each one of them had thought themselves immune to the consequences of war… and each of them were dead now. Delilah here was just another face in a sea of many, soon to be reduced to nothing more than a memory and another trophy around my waist.

With Delilah's dog tag securely fastened, I stood and took in the remaining four women kneeling before me. Terror-stricken eyes met mine from above ring gags stained with tears; their desperate whimpers only served to stoke the flames of my sadistic desires higher. It was time to narrow down my choices even further.

I turned my predatory gaze to the petite brunette, savoring how she quivered under my scrutiny. Tears streamed down her soft cheeks as I approached, muscles tensing beneath her skin. I reached out, grasping the metal tags dangling between her breasts. She flinched at my touch, a muffled whimper escaping around her gag.

"Mara Carver," I read aloud, voice low and menacing. "Combat medic." My rough fingers traced the stamped letters and the embossed red cross before letting the tags fall back between her shaking tits. "Well, well. Looks like I'm about to commit some war crimes," I sneered, relishing how she trembled at my words.

"Look at me," I growled, fingers digging into Mara's jaw. Her warm, hazel eyes darted up to meet mine, wide with terror. I drank in every detail of her fear - the way her lower lip quivered around the ring gag, how her chest heaved with panicked breaths. My cock twitched in anticipation, already imagining how those pretty lips would feel wrapped around it. "That's it,” I growled. “Now show me how eager you are to please. Stick out that tongue, nice and far."

Mara hesitated for a fraction of a second, her gaze flickering to Delilah's crumpled form. Then survival instinct kicked in. Her pink tongue emerged tentatively from between the metal ring, trembling slightly.

"Further," I demanded. "Let me see how badly you want to live."

A choked sob escaped her, but Mara complied. Her tongue stretched out past her lips, quivering in the air. Tears streamed steadily down her cheeks as she strained to show her willingness.

"Good girl," I purred, savoring her utter helplessness. "See? It's not so hard to be obedient. Not like that stupid cunt over there." I jerked my head towards Delilah's corpse.

My hand moved to grip Mara's short brown hair, using it to guide her face towards my throbbing cock. She whimpered as the tip brushed against her extended tongue. I paused there, relishing her fear, before slowly pushing forward.

The warmth of her mouth enveloped me as I slid past her lips. The metal of the ring gag was cool as my shaft brushed against it, an enticing contrast to the wet heat within. I slid over Mara's unwilling tongue, the friction of that soft muscle sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine.

I groaned as I buried myself to the hilt, feeling her throat constrict around me. Mara gagged violently, her whole body shuddering. But she didn't pull away. Smart girl. She knew what was at stake. “Now, you saw the only thing I want from a cunt like you already. Do it.”

Mara's eyes, now red-rimmed with unshed tears, stared up at me beseechingly… But she knew there was no escape, no reprieve from this fate. Slowly, shakily, she began to move her head in a simulacrum of the motions I desired. Her tongue flicked weakly at my shaft, tentative and fearful. It was pathetic, but it would do for now.

"Faster," I growled. I drew my pistol and tapped it against the side of her face once, tightening my grip on her hair with my other hand. "Deeper. You're wasting my time."

Determination was replaced by terror in her eyes as Mara Carver tried to prove her worth. She might not survive this ordeal with her mind intact, but by God, she was going to try and lengthen her life by a few more days. I respected that spark of defiance... even as I intended to extinguish it. It was about the most worthwhile and brave thing a cunt could do.

Her jaw worked furiously as she forced herself to take more of my cock into her mouth. The wet sounds of her gagging filled the room, accompanied by the clinking of the ring gag as it slapped against my skin with every desperate bob of her head. Spit and saliva coated my shaft as she desperately tried to lubricate her mouth enough to accommodate the intrusion. Her skin flushed a bright red as she struggled not to choke on my girth.

I let out a low groan as pleasure spiraled down my spine, but I wasn't close to satisfied yet. "Faster," I growled again, tightening my grip on her hair. "Fucking suck me off like you mean it! Show me how desperate you are for that sweet fucking air!"

Spurred on by fear and adrenaline, Mara tripled her efforts. Her head bobbed up and down in short, jerky movements; an amateurish parody of facefuck I’d give a 5 dollar whore. It wasn’t bad. Just as I was starting to enjoy myself, however...

"Fuck!" I snarled in frustration as Mara gagged violently, stuttering to a halt with half my cock still trapped in her warmth. She froze, coughing, no longer moving. Rage boiled in my veins as Mara sputtered pathetically around my shaft. Pathetic that she thought this feeble attempt would be enough to satisfy me.

With a snarl, I tightened my grip on her hair and began to move. I thrust my hips forward viciously, slamming into the back of her throat. Mara's eyes bulged as she choked, desperately trying to pull away. But I held her firmly in place, savoring the way her throat convulsed around me. My pace was relentless, each thrust driving deeper. Mara's whole body shook with the force of it, tears streaming freely down her flushed cheeks. Wet, strangled sounds escaped her as she fought for air.

I could feel her pulse racing, see the panic in her eyes as she struggled. Her chest heaved frantically, desperate for oxygen. But I didn't let up. If anything, her obvious distress only spurred me on. Mara's eyes rolled back, lids fluttering as she teetered on the edge of consciousness. Just when I thought she might pass out, I pulled back, allowing the cunt to rattle a single croaking breath that whispered against my cock. Then I stole her breath again by clogging her throat with my swollen dick again.

On and on it went, an endless cycle of choking and gasping. Mara's lips were swollen and bruised, drool coating her chin. Her eyes had gone glassy, unfocused. Still, I drove into her ruthlessly… until Mara's body went limp, her eyes rolling back into her head as she finally passed out from lack of oxygen. The last of her feeble struggles ceased as she hung limp on her knees, unconscious. A surge of irritation coursed through me as I felt her slacken around me, her throat’s previously tight grip on my cock loosening somewhat into unresponsiveness. My arousal deflated somewhat, but only by a fraction; after all, a warm hole was still a warm hole, even if it wasn't willingly participating any longer.

Still…

With only a little regret I pulled out of Mara's mouth with a wet pop, threading a hand through her short brown hair and roughly tugging her limp form upright. Her head lolled against me, the metal ring gag shining with her spit that connected it to my cock. Then I slapped Mara sharply across the face, the sound echoing in the small space. "Wake up, you worthless cunt," I snarled, striking her again when she didn't immediately respond. Her eyelids fluttered, a low moan escaping her bruised lips.

Before her eyes could focus, I grabbed my pistol and forced the barrel between her slack lips, pressing through the metal ring. The metal clinked harshly against her teeth as I shoved it in deep, until the muzzle pressed against the back of her throat. Mara's eyes flew open, panic flooding her gaze as full awareness returned.

"Suck it," I commanded coldly, voice devoid of emotion. "Just like you sucked my cock. Show me you aren’t completely incompetent."

Mara's entire body trembled as she stared up at me, terror etched into every line of her face. Tears welled up and spilled over, leaving glistening trails down her flushed cheeks. A choked sob escaped her as she struggled to process what was happening. Then, with a strangled whimper, Mara closed her lips around the cold metal as much as she could and began to suck. Her tongue swirled hesitantly around the barrel, flinching at the taste of gun oil and cordite.

"Harder," I demanded, twisting my fingers in her hair. "Put some effort into it, bitch."

Mara's sobs intensified, but she obeyed. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked more vigorously on the gun barrel. Saliva coated the metal, dripping down her chin in rivulets. The obscene slurping sounds filled the air as she bobbed her head, mimicking the motions she'd used on my cock. I watched with cold satisfaction as Mara debased herself, savoring her utter helplessness. This was what it meant to truly break someone - to strip away every shred of dignity until nothing remained but the animal desire to survive. And Mara was proving just how far she'd go to cling to life.

Too bad it was too late.

The shot rang out like thunder in the enclosed space, the sound reverberating through their eardrums long after the deafening report had faded away. Mara's head jerked back as a spray of blood and brain matter exploded outward, coating the crumbling brick wall behind her in a macabre Jackson Pollock-esque pattern. The coppery tang of blood mingled with gunpowder as Mara's lifeless body slumped forward onto him, ring gag rattling against the pistol until I pushed her away with a grunt of disgust, letting her collapse limply to the ground at myfeet.

"Well," I drawled with a smirk that didn't quite reach my eyes as I holstered my gun and adjusted my crotch nonchalantly. "I guess she managed to make something cum after all.”

The remaining three women stared in stunned horror at Mara's lifeless body, their minds struggling to process the brutal violence they had just witnessed. The blonde officer's icy composure finally cracked, her chest heaving with panicked breaths as she fought against rising hysteria. Beside her, the Hispanic beauty's warm brown eyes were wide with shock, her caramel skin ashen as she trembled uncontrollably. Only the Asian maintained some semblance of control, though even her stoic mask had slipped, revealing a flicker of raw fear.

I savored their reactions, drinking in every nuance of their terror. The way the blonde's jaw clenched and unclenched around her gag, tendons standing out in her neck as she fought to maintain control. How the caramel-skinned cunt's gaze darted frantically between her fallen comrades and myself, searching desperately for some escape that didn't exist. The minute tremors that ran through the final girl’s lean frame, betraying the fear she tried so hard to conceal.

Their muffled whimpers and choked sobs were a symphony of despair. I reveled in it, feeling my cock twitch with renewed interest. But there was business to attend to first.

I knelt beside Mara's crumpled form, reaching for the dog tags that still hung around her neck. My fingers brushed against cooling flesh as I grasped the metal, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. Then I tore the chain free and Mara’s tag became the latest in my collection, the metal clinked against its fellows. The tiny chime of metal on metal sent fresh tremors through the kneeling women as their eyes fixed on the gruesome trophies, and I saw the understanding finally dawn… the realization of just how many had come before them. How nothing had happened to me for it. How no one had come to save any of the others. How no one would be coming to save them, either.

Lowering my shirt, I looked down at Mara's body. Her glassy eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling, mouth still stretched wide around the ring gag. A trickle of blood and saliva ran from the corner of her lips, pooling on the dirty floor.

A cold smirk tugged at my lips as I nudged her limp form with my boot. "Stupid cunt," I muttered. "Should've tried harder."

Turning away from the corpse, I let my predatory gaze sweep over the three remaining women. Which one would be next? The blonde's defiant glare caught my attention, stoking the fires of my sadistic desire. Yes, she would do nicely.

I stepped towards her, relishing how she tensed at my approach. My eyes raked over her body, drinking in every curve and plane. Despite her predicament, she still exuded at least the ghost of an air of authority, and it only made the prospect of breaking her more enticing.

I reached out, fingers brushing against the swell of her large breasts as I grasped the dog tags dangling between them. My gaze flicked from her face to the stamped metal. "Cassandra Blackwell," I said, my thumb traced the embossed letters. "Lieutenant. Military Intelligence."

A cold smirk played across my lips as I met her icy blue stare. "Well, well. An intelligent cunt. Now there’s a contradiction in terms, wouldn't you say?"

Cassandra's jaw clenched, a tiny muscle twitching in her cheek. A tear ran down her face.

I released the tags, letting them fall back against her skin with a dull clink. My hand moved to grip her chin, forcing her head back at a sharp angle. Cassandra's nostrils flared, but she didn't struggle against my hold. Without warning, I slapped my cock against her cheek. The meaty thwack echoed in the small space. A faint pink mark bloomed on her pale skin. “Or can you prove me wrong?” I wondered. “Maybe you are smarter than those two dead cunts. There’s just one way to find out for sure…”

I traced the head of my cock along the curve of her jaw, leaving a glistening trail of precum. "Show me what an officer’s tongue can do," I growled. My fingers tightened in her hair, angling her face towards my throbbing shaft. "Prove to me you're worth keeping around. Because right now, all I see is another dumb cunt who thought she could play soldier."

Cassandra's piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, her gaze a potent mixture of fear and desperation. Tears clung to her long lashes, threatening to spill over at any moment. In that endless instant before she moved, I saw the war raging behind those icy orbs - disgust and revulsion warring with the primal drive to survive. Then something shifted in her expression, and another tear slid down her cheeks. Then, without breaking eye contact, Cassandra leaned forward and engulfed my cock in one fluid motion.

I couldn't hold back a groan of pleasure as her warm, wet mouth enveloped me. She was surprisingly decisive, pushing me deep inside her before her gag reflex could catch up. Her tongue still moved tentatively, brushing against my shaft with obvious reluctance. I could practically taste her disgust, feel it in every hesitant flick and swirl. Instinctive choking sounds hummed against my cock as Cassandra fought against her own gag reflex… But even as revulsion radiated from every pore, Cassandra's kept doing it. She took me deeper, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. Her throat convulsed as she forced herself to swallow around my girth. Tears streamed freely down her face now, leaving glistening trails on flushed skin.

A nod of approval, barely perceptible, tightened the muscles in my jaw as I watched Cassandra intently. "That's it, you filthy whore," I growled. "That’s how someone who doesn’t want to end up a corpse sucks a cock.”

Spurred on by my words, Cassandra increased her efforts. Her head began to bob faster, taking me deeper with each pass. Wet, choking sounds filled the air as she gagged around my girth. Saliva coated my shaft, dripping obscenely from her stretched lips. Her eyes widened with desperate intensity, pleading silently for mercy even as she debased herself.

Muffled whimpers vibrated along my length, a counterpoint to the wet slurping noises. Cassandra's chest heaved with panicked breaths through her nose, and I could feel her throat spasming as she fought against her gag reflex. She didn’t stop, though… whatever else I could say about this cunt, she wanted to live. Her tongue swirled frantically, tracing the thick veins along my shaft. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she pulled back before plunging down again. Tears streamed steadily down her flushed face, mingling with the mixture of saliva and precum that coated her chin.

It was perfect.

I was already a bit on edge from the last two cunts to try, so Cassandra’s attempts were going to get me there soon enough. Making a decision, my fingers tangled in Cassandra's silky blonde hair, gripping tight enough to make her scalp burn. Without warning, I yanked her head down with all my strength. I felt her nose break as I slammed it against my groin with all the force of a punch, and my cock crammed itself deep into her throat. Her eyes bulged in shock and terror as I buried myself to the hilt, cutting off her air supply completely.

Cassandra's whole body convulsed violently, desperate gagging sounds muffled by my thick shaft. Her throat constricted around me, muscles spasming as she fought for breath. I could feel her pulse racing, hammering against my cock as panic set in. Her bound hands clenched into white-knuckled fists behind her back, straining uselessly against the restraints.

I held her there, savoring the way her throat fluttered and clenched around me. Cassandra's face flushed a deep red, then began to take on a bluish tinge as oxygen deprivation set in. Tears streamed from her bulging eyes only to get lost in my pubic hair, swallowed up like she was swallowing my length. Her chest heaved frantically, desperate for air that couldn't reach her lungs. She tried to pull off of me, but I held her still… unable to pull of me even a little, even to slide back and forth on my dick. Still, her eyes sought mine, wide and terrified.

"Listen closely, Lieutenant," I growled, savoring the raw terror in her eyes. "Your life now has one purpose - to make me cum before you choke to death on my cock. That's it. That's all you are now. A desperate, pathetic cunt trying to milk one last load out of me. You get relief after I get relief… understand?"

Cassandra's eyes widened in terror as the reality of her situation sank in. With renewed desperation, she redoubled her efforts despite the lack of oxygen. Her tongue swirled frantically along my shaft, tracing the thick veins as best she could given her limited range of motion. I could feel her throat working, muscles contracting as she tried to swallow around my girth. Muffled whimpers vibrated along my length as Cassandra terror leaked out of her throat, wasting precious air even as her chest heaved with aborted attempts to draw breath. Saliva mixed with tears, streaming down her flushed face in rivulets. The wet sounds of her desperate sucking filled the air, punctuated by choked gurgles as she struggled.

Most of all, I watched with cold satisfaction as the fight and pride, the sense of superiority, slowly drained from Cassandra's eyes. The icy defiance that had burned when I stripped her down and tied her up was gone now. Her gaze stared up at me desperately, pupils blown wide with terror. I could see the moment when understanding truly dawned - when she realized that all her training, all her authority, all her good breeding, meant nothing. In the end, she was just another cunt, no better than the corpses cooling on the floor beside her.

Cassandra's movements grew more erratic as oxygen deprivation set in. Her tongue lashed wildly, its motions growing weaker by the second. The pressure around my shaft increased as her throat spasmed, involuntary contractions milking my length. Her eyes began to roll back, lids fluttering as consciousness slipped away. Still, some primal part of her brain drove her on, desperate to complete her task before the darkness claimed her.

Cassandra's desperate efforts grew weaker with each passing second. Her tongue moved sluggishly, barely able to flick against my shaft. The pressure around my cock increased as her throat spasmed uncontrollably, muscles contracting in their death throes. Her eyes, once so full of icy defiance, began to glaze over. The piercing blue was barely visible as her pupils dilated, consuming her irises in inky blackness. A violent shudder wracked Cassandra's body. Her back arched, muscles seizing as the last of her oxygen-starved brain misfired. A warm wetness spread between her thighs, urine pooling on the concrete as her bladder released.

I felt it building, a tingling pressure at the base of my spine. My balls tightened, drawing up close to my body as I teetered on the edge. Cassandra's eyelids fluttered weakly, consciousness slipping away. Then, with a final, strangled gurgle, her body went completely limp.

The vibrations of her death rattle sent shivers of pleasure through my cock. I savored the sensation of her throat contracting around me one last time before stillness set in. Cassandra's eyes rolled back, showing only the whites as the last spark of life faded. It was that final moment of surrender, the utter defeat inherent in Cassandra’s lifeless gaze, that pushed me over the edge. My body tensed, muscles coiling tight as my orgasm crashed over me. A guttural groan tore from my throat as my cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum down Cassandra's unresponsive gullet.

Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me as I emptied myself into her corpse. My fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place as I rode out the aftershocks. Finally, as the last tremors subsided, I pulled out with a wet squelch. Cum and saliva drooled from Cassandra's slack mouth, dripping down onto her still tits. Then I dropped her, letting her fall. I looked down at her crumpled form with cold disdain before I crouched down. My fingers traced the curve of her neck, savoring the lingering warmth that was destined to fade as I grasped the metal chain of her necklace. With a sharp yank, I tore the dog tags free. They clinked softly as I held them up, examining the stamped letters one last time before adding them to my growing collection. "Too slow, Lieutenant," I sneered, standing and giving her cooling body a dismissive kick. "I guess you weren't as smart as you thought."

My gaze swept over the two remaining women, drinking in their terror. The Hispanic beauty trembled uncontrollably, warm brown eyes wide with horror as they darted between her fallen comrades and myself. Beside her, though, was something really beautiful. From the beginning, the Asian girl had seemed cool, deadly, dangerous. Alone among these cunts, she was the one I could see sliding a knife between a man’s ribs… the only one who I could view as a killer. That cold, icy glare was still there, but it was no longer convincing - her stoic mask had finally cracked, revealing the raw fear beneath.

I stalked towards them, relishing how they flinched at my approach. My cock, still glistening with Cassandra's saliva, twitched with renewed interest. A low chuckle rumbled in my chest as I considered my options.

"Well, cunts," I growled, voice dripping with malice. "It seems your friends weren't quite up to the task. I do hope one of you will prove more entertaining." My eyes narrowed as I studied them, weighing which one to choose next. A cruel smile spread across my face as I made my decision.

I moved towards the Asian girl, my heavy footsteps echoing ominously in the small space. Her dark eyes tracked my every movement, body coiled with tension as I approached. Her long black hair, still neatly braided despite her ordeal, fell over one shoulder, and I had to brush it aside to grasp the metal tags dangling between her small, firm breasts. My rough fingers brushed against her smooth skin, savoring how she flinched at my touch. I examined the stamped letters closely, a cold smirk playing across my lips.

"Yumi Nakamura," I echoed the tag with cruel amusement as my thumb traced the engraved characters of her name, then the words beneath it. " ‘Ghost.’ Special Operations." I chuckled darkly, meeting her gaze. The facade was cracking more and more by the second… even her eyes were trembling. "I hope for your sake your cute nickname isn’t an omen.”

As my cock swayed mere inches from Yumi's face, I saw something shift in her dark eyes. The icy mask of control she'd barely been holding onto broke. Her lower lip trembled, a barely perceptible quiver that quickly spread to encompass her entire body. A choked sob escaped her, muffled by the ring gag but unmistakable. The floodgates opened, and suddenly Yumi was weeping uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks in rivulets, leaving glistening trails that caught the dim light. Her shoulders shook with the force of her sobs, her entire frame wracked by violent tremors.

Snot bubbled from her nose, mixing with the tears and saliva that now coated her chin. The sight was utterly pathetic - the woman who had clearly considered herself a proud, capable killer reduced to a blubbering, sniveling mess. Her carefully cultivated image of stoic strength had crumbled completely, revealing the terrified little girl beneath.

I drank in every detail of her breakdown with sadistic glee. This was what I lived for - the moment when understanding truly dawned. When these stupid cunts finally realized the harsh realities of war. That all their training, all their bravado, meant nothing in the face of true brutality. Yumi had clearly thought herself above such base emotions, had believed she was somehow different from the others. But in the end, she was just a weak, pathetic set of holes… nothing else. Just another worthless cunt who thought she could play at being a soldier.

Yumi's eyes met mine, wide and brimming with fresh tears. I could see the last vestiges of her pride crumbling, leaving nothing but raw, animal terror in its wake. This was a cunt truly learning about war - not the sanitized version they teach in training, but the brutal, ugly reality. She had seen her friends die… and she so, so badly wanted not to join them.

My cock twitched, hardening further at the sight of her utter degradation. I savored the moment, committing every detail to memory. The way her shoulders slumped in defeat, all fight gone from her lean frame. The quiet whimpers that escaped her with each shuddering breath. Most of all, I reveled in the knowledge that I had broken her so completely… and I hadn’t even touched her yet.

Time for that to change.

I reached back and grabbed onto Yumi's long black ponytail with a firm hand, savoring her muffled whimper of pain as I pulled on it like I wanted to rip it off her head. Without further warning I yanked her head forward onto me, burying my cock in the wet heat of her unwilling mouth. A guttural groan escaped me as I felt her lips stretch around my girth, the metal of the ring gag clinking against her teeth as I slid past it.

The sensation was exquisite - warm, wet velvet engulfing me. Her tongue twitched and swirled beneath my length as I pushed past, sending shivers of ecstasy through my dick. Then I felt Yumi's throat constricting as she gagged violently, her whole body shuddering. Saliva pooled around my cock as her gag reflex triggered again and again, the result of conflict between air and my pleasure always ending in my favor. "Get to work, cunt," I growled as I pulled back just a little, leaving my cock at the entrance to her throat. "You know what to do by now."

Yumi's dark eyes, wide with terror, locked onto mine. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she steeled herself. Then, with a choked sob, she leaned forward and shoved her throat back onto my length. Then, a few moments later, she did it again. Her technique was clumsy at first, unpracticed. The little cunt clearly had been too dumb to understand her place and practice. But what Yumi lacked in skill, she made up for with desperate enthusiasm. Her tongue swirled frantically around my shaft as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each pass. Saliva coated my length, dripping obscenely from her stretched lips.

Muffled whimpers vibrated along my cock as Yumi fought against her gag reflex. Her chest rose and fell, the wind of her panicked breathing through her nose like a breeze against my wet shaft. Still, she didn't stop. If anything, her obvious difficulty and the way her pale lips stretched obscenely around my dark length only spurred her on to greater efforts. I could see that Yumi was clearly trying to mimic what she'd seen Cassandra do. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, and at the same time she did less of a blowjob than she used her face as a sleeve for me to masturbate, continuing even through the wet, choking sounds as she gagged around my girth. And the whole time, Yumi's eyes never left mine, silently pleading for her life despite the shame. Tears flooded her eyes and dripped down her chin, forming a messy slurry with the disgusting mix of drool that leaked from around my cock to paint her face. Her soft sobs created a steady rhythm, punctuated by desperate gasps for air.

With each passing moment, Yumi grew more desperate. She began to move faster, fucking her own face on my cock with almost whorish abandon. I was so swollen I only barely fit through the metal ring each time she took me to the base, the metal clicking against her teeth as her nose pressed firmly against my groin. Then she'd pull back, sucking hard, before plunging down again. Gone was any pretense of dignity or pride. Yumi pleasured me with single-minded focus, her entire world narrowed down to the cock in her mouth.

Just the way it should be.

I couldn't help but sneer with cruel delight. "You should be thanking me, bitch," I continued, My words punctuated by the wet sounds of Yumi's desperate ministrations. "You might have gone the rest of your life lying to yourself about who and what you really are… but I saved you from that. Either way, you’ll spend the rest of your life understanding you’re nothing but a cheap, disposable cockwasher.”

Yumi's frantic efforts began to take their toll on me. I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling tight in my gut… even after having cum once already, she was teasing that second load out of me. Yumi must have sensed my impending release, because she redoubled her efforts, trying to succeed and save her life. Her tongue lashed wildly against my shaft as she took me deeper, choking herself in her desperation to please.

With a growl, I fastened both hands around Yumi's braid. Her eyes widened in panic as I yanked her head forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Yumi's whole body convulsed as I cut off her air supply completely just as I had Cassandra, her throat spasming around my thick shaft… and then I didn’t let her move again, simply enjoying the way the muscles of her neck clenched and fluttered around me.

Yumi's face flushed a deep crimson as oxygen deprivation set in. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her body instinctively fought to breathe, too stupid to understand my cock was suffocating her, filling her throat In the place of air. Tears streamed from her terrified eyes to create glittering rivers against her pale skin. I could feel her pulse racing against my cock, hammering wildly as panic consumed her.

Still, Yumi's gaze never left mine. Even as consciousness began to slip away, her dark eyes remained locked on my face. I saw a kaleidoscope of emotions flicker through them - terror, desperation, anger, and finally, a spark of understanding. In that moment, as her vision started to tunnel and darkness crept in at the edges, I knew Yumi truly grasped her situation. She finally understood that her life, her very existence, hung by the thinnest of threads. That thread was my pleasure, and nothing else mattered.

It was that look of utter defeat, of complete surrender, that pushed me over the edge. With a harsh groan, I erupted down the little Asian cunt’s throat. My cock pulsed and jerked as my balls churned, and wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as I emptied myself into her spasming gullet. Yumi's eyes rolled back, only the whites visible as her body went limp in my grasp.

I held her there for a long moment, riding out the aftershocks of my orgasm. Finally, as the last tremors subsided, I released my grip on her hair. Yumi sagged, barely conscious, gasping and choking as she struggled for air. She couldn’t swallow with the ring gag in so cum and saliva dribbled from her slack mouth, pooling on the dirty floor beneath her.

“What, too good to swallow?” I sneered at her with a mixture of contempt and cruel amusement. “Couldn’t even get that right, cunt.”

The sound of metal scraping against leather seemed to echo in the small space as I drew my pistol again. Time seemed to slow as understanding dawned in the dumb cunt, and I savored every nuance of emotion that flickered across Yumi's features - disbelief, confusion, dawning horror, and finally, raw hopelessness. Yumi's scream was primal, visceral - a sound of pure, unadulterated fear that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. It started low in her throat before rising to a piercing shriek that reverberated off the walls. The metal ring gag did little to muffle the gut-wrenching wail of despair. Spittle and cum drooled past her lips as they shook.

I watched with cold fascination as the last vestiges of hope drained from Yumi's eyes. In that eternal moment before I pulled the trigger, I saw the realization, the understanding, that all her training, all her discipline, had been for naught. That her life would end here, on her knees in this filthy room. That her entire existence had amounted to nothing more than providing me with a few moments of carnal gratification. That she would die unmourned and forgotten, just another nameless casualty in a senseless war.

A single gunshot reverberated through the room, shattering the echoing scream… and a crimson bloom blossomed across the Hispanic girl's forehead as the bullet tore through her skull, shattering bone and brain matter as it passed through. I caught just a glimpse of the shock and disbelief in her pretty brown eyes as her luck ran out due to no fault of her own. Then blood and brain matter splattered against the wall behind her and her world would end without warning or mercy.

Turning back to Yumi, I felt a chilling smile spread across my face. Her eyes were wide with shock and terror as she stared at Rosa's lifeless body, unable to comprehend the sudden, senseless violence.

"Well now," I purred, reaching out to stroke Yumi's tear-stained cheek. She flinched at my touch but didn't pull away. "It seems we have some work to do on your swallowing technique. But that's alright - we'll have plenty of time to teach you better."

Yumi's gaze snapped back to me, fresh horror dawning in her dark eyes as my words sank in. I savored every nuance of her expression - the way her lower lip trembled, how her chest heaved with panicked breaths. A strangled whimper escaped Yumi's spread lips, and ears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she shook her head frantically, silently pleading. But we both knew it was futile. There was no escape for her now.

My promise hung in the air between us, a stark contrast to the brutal finality of Rosa's death. Where the Hispanic cunt's life had ended in an instant, Yumi faced at least months of torment. I could see the realization dawning in her eyes, could almost taste her despair. She had pissed herself in terror when she thought she was going to die, I realized, and her entire body shook with silent sobs as she knelt there in her own filth, utterly broken.

I drank in every detail of her degradation, committing it to memory. This was just the beginning. We had a long road ahead of us, Yumi and I. And I intended to savor every moment of her suffering.

I casually sauntered over to to the discarded cunt’s lifeless body, kneeling down to rip the dog tag from her neck. "Rosa Morales," I said. "Pretty name for such a worthless waste of air." With a careless flick of the wrist, I sent the tag clattering to the floor beside the dead girl, dismissed as not even being worthy of my collection.

With the easy of long practice I undid the ropes binding Yumi to the wall without touching the ones keeping her restrained and dragged her to her feet. She stumbled, barely able to stand on trembling legs but I didn't care about that… since when had relying on a cunt to do anything right ever worked out for anyone? I wrapped my arms around Yumi's trembling body and hoisted the smaller over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her limbs dangled helplessly, barely twitching with the last vestiges of her shattered will to fight. I could feel her tits bouncing against my back with step, and my newest plaything’s quiet sobs and muffled whimpers were the only sounds accompanying us as I carried her towards my quarters, leaving the rest of the dead meat to rot on the floor.

Mara, Cassandra, Rose, Delilah... their names no longer mattered. They were just a few more dead soldiers in a war full of them, their entire existence reduced to trophies hooked to my belt loop. Their bodies would join countless others in the landfill outside camp - casualties of a war that had long ago stopped making sense.

As I carried her off to the final home she’d ever have my mind raced with dark anticipation. The possibilities seemed endless - weeks, maybe months of breaking this little cunt down piece by piece. I imagined Yumi chained to my bed, her lean body writhing as I explored every inch of her flesh with my cock. The sweet music of her screams as I carved intricate patterns into her pale skin. The way her muscles would strain against her bonds as electricity coursed through sensitive nerves. Perhaps I'd keep her gagged constantly, denying her even the ability to beg. Or maybe I'd remove the gag, let her plead and sob until her voice gave out entirely. My quarters weren't much, but they'd serve as Yumi's entire world soon enough. Today had been a good start, I shivered with sadistic glee as I considered how I'd slowly strip away every last shred of this pretty cunt’s humanity. Her name, her dignity, and her very sense of self. By the time I was done, she'd be nothing more than a broken shell - a set of holes who could barely remember she’d ever deluded herself into thinking she was something else. 

I wonder how long it would be before Yumi understood the cruel truth of her situation. That no matter how much she suffered, no matter how thoroughly she debased herself, her fate was already sealed. She had only bought herself a delay. Sooner or later, when I inevitably grew bored, Yumi would join her fellow cunts in a shallow, unmarked grave.

My cock throbbed almost painfully now, aching for release. But I forced myself to savor the anticipation. There would be time enough for that soon. Weeks of my pleasure and her terror and misery stretched out before us… and it was a journey I intended to enjoy to the fullest.

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